Punishment

Operation: Dead Man's Hand

Doin well, doin well.

Operation: Dead Man's Hand

UNC- Campus

The journey through the alleyways proved simple enough, Nelia trecked her way through each block, managing to loop around the worst of the horde as they where distracted by their quest to run in every direction during this first stage of the outbreak, from she could gather in any case. Finding her way onto the campus grounds of the large college, she paused, crouching down behind an abandoned car tail end, peeking over so that only her fingerless gloves would be visible and just a slight bit of her head. What she saw was as what anyone would expect- more of the cannibalistic society roaming around, not in as much numbers as before, it seemed they all wanted to roam outward, get to every point of the city as quick as possible.

Nelia took a glance up at the sky, checking the sunlight in the area, it was still noon. She let out a silent breath, "Just keep movin' Nelia, you can make it." She whispered lightly to herself, gazing behind her a moment before quickly switching and going right, down the side of the road and as low as she could behind the cars, just to be extra careful. Then she saw the former Library, which was renovated a short while ago, in all respect, not yet changed into the new building it still was a library, in all glory. Was probably one of the biggest buildings in the area, not hard to miss that thing. Slowly, carefully as could, she made her way to the library, once she did have to knock out one of the cannibals roaming about when it spotted her, ran dead on to her, and hit his face into the flat of her right shoe, out cold in the same moment, leaving her panting from the encounter- why the hell were these guys acting like this?

Not coming to any conclusion in her head, she turned and went for the building, after a quick look around she noticed the front still had a small group of the freaks, shuffling into each other and going different directions, within a split moment of thinking she decided just to simply climb to the second story window instead, one of them seemed to be slightly propped open, good enough for her. Backing up she took off in a head-long run, kicking off a metal large trash bin, gripping with both hands on the garage roof and pulling herself up, even if she made noise, it seemed that she realized these freaks didn't have much advanced motor functions to climb or open doors, nonetheless pull themselves up in this way.

With further gazing she spotted a pipe for releasing air into the open world from within the building, she paused a moment before taking a short jog and running toward the pipe her black athletic styled shoes making gripping onto the pipe easier as she tested to see if it'd fall over or not, thankfully, it didn't. She began her trek up the pipe, holding herself close to it to better manuever herself up each notch until she finally reached the second floor, once there she shifted her weight to the left and released, kicking off the pipe once her feet were clear of anything capable of holding them in the pipe notches, and grabbing the seal of the window. After a slight stuggle to find her balance with dangling two stories up, she placed her left foot against the brick wall, finding it it to be as such she used the rough, spiky surface to boost herself onto the window, open it and after shuffling her duffle bag, her own body soon followed, rolling on the floor to dampen the sound as much as possible, though it was still notable throughout the room she landed in. She paused, attempting to listen and look around in the darkness, but to her, she only heard a slight ticking noise of water-somewhere- but beyond that, nothing. She stood up, slinging her bag over her shoulder and closing the window.

Inside the UNC- Library, second floor.

Nelia gazed around the room, thankfully her eyesight was better than her hearing; it was clear, with only a few scattered papers around, a single shelf for books and drawers around the room. Upon further inspection, she found it to be one of the past children's rooms, noting the books on the shelf. She finally exited the door, sweat now staining her black clothing ever so slightly from the hot day that it was outside, closing the door as quietly as she could behind her she went to the edge of the second story, looking over the railing to see if anyone was down below, it seemed far to empty for it's own good. Her patience wasn't the longest either, in most cases, "Hello!? Anyone there?!" She yelled out, her accented tone echoing off some of the walls, not hearing a response immediately after was a bad sing, so she quickly shuffled herself to take cover almost immediately after, who knows what kind of response that'd bring to her, she gazed around the corner of the wall she was behind, knelt down slightly, trying to spot if anyone popped out in the floor below to hear the sound, or if it was filled with hidden freaks, a answer was good enough in this case, she had no clue.
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Summary: Nelia makes it to the Library, using the scenic route of traversing to the second floor via the wall piping, after making it inside she finds no one there as she suspected there to be, thus she calls out to find if anyone is there, or if it is too surrounded on the inside by the infected, bold actions indeed.

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Nelia

Name: Nelia Castilla

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Appearance:
A hard around the edges latino woman, standing about 5'8" and weighing 143 LB. Typically looks the part of almost always been in that recent scrap with notable cuts and previous injuries upon her face.

Personality: Persistently stubborn and a take no crap attitude, Nelia enjoys showing a tough exterior to everyone but the most close of friends and family, making her seem like the typical bad girl who can back it up.

Skills: +High endurance/pain tolerance: Nelia was raised hard, all her life she has been living the streets trying to make a living for herself in any way possible, due to this and the many fights she's been in she has developed a strong body capable of taking punishment repeatably without succumbing to the pain like most would, instead keep on going.
+Hand to hand: Nelia is quite good with her fists and legs in order to fight, having been trained in Muay Thai and Brazilian jujitsu since she was five years old by her father, pushing her to the limits, she has been fighting for as long as she can remember in both underground rings and on the streets in order to make cash. She's developed a natural understanding through trial and error how to avoid attacks and dish out her own against an opponent, making her naturally better than most when it comes to fighting, able to go to the lengths of melee weaponry disarms, such as knives or baseball bats.
+Street wits: By far not the most intelligent in matters, she does however know the streets quite well, growing up poor and having to make a living for herself in fighting, she found she could mix in with the hoods and bikers more easily than anything, knowing the go by routes of how muggings are done and general set up procedures, and how to avoid the most of them. She can usually see when something is fishy about a deal, per say, or when something seems too good to be true, so she is naturally cautious.
+Medium acrobat: Nelia has grown up with the streets, having been on the run from the police and angry hoods many times she has developed a knack for being able to maneuver the environment easily, such as vaulting any fence up to seven feet easily by either straight up running or pushing off a nearby wall, to jumping into windows without severely injuring herself, the most lengths she could go to is climbing most buildings via the pipes or windows without much of a risk to herself. This naturally makes her able to outrun most people easily or chase down others with a good amount of stamina in her system to fight once shes caught up to them.

Weakness: -Pain pill addiction: Throughout her life Nelia has been taking slightly large amounts of pain pills to avoid the knock of high pain fighting brings, due to this her body has accepted a natural pain tolerance at the cost of Nelia wanting pain pills through a course of addicting urges, to the point of sweating, enlarged pupils, occasional vomiting, rapid breath, anxiety, shaking of the hands that could make gripping things difficult and slight watery eyes making vision difficult as-well if she goes to long without them or if a injury occurs to heighten the need for the drugs. She didn't ever complete therapy for this, due to the outbreak.
-Not the smartest: Nelia knows enough of the streets, but give her any complex math problem or puzzle and she won't likely find out the answers to it any time soon, she wouldn't be able to figure out a high end business mans motives or stop a diabolical plan very easily through intelligence, only thing she's ever known is punching someone in the face, after all.
-Cocky as could be: When it comes to situations, , once she gets to a task she thinks she can handle it even if she can't, being far too hard headed for her own good. She'll boast she can do something when she can't, in order to make the bad to the bone attitude fling in easier to people she doesn't even know, bound to cause problems in any team effort.
-Overly aggressive streaks/anger issues: Throughout the years Nelia has become easily prone to anger outbursts, starting fights over arguments and beating the tar out of people just for looking at her wrong, she also went through light therapy for this, and it's only improved in the slightest bits, she doesn't quite start fights as much, but she's still prone to anger at any moment. Due to this, she also has a very wise mouth, smarting off in order to make the opponent in the situation angry as-well, just for kicks.
-Compulsive gambler: Not in the most sense of the word of actually gambling, but Nelia has a big track record of taking odds in bad places, treating life like a game of chance, wanting to beat the odds. If the situation seems bad, she'll be bound to attempt to roll the dice in some way to try and beat it, stubbornly so if need be, just to see if her plan works or not. Even if it's a horrid plan.
-Hearing problem; Due to many blows to her head in the past on her fighting career, she's ended up with a hearing problem; due to this she cannot hear as well as others can making her miss some things said if it's not loud enough, meaning sneaking up upon her is a lot easier than it would be on any normal person, or completely missing a long distance event due to the shorter range of notice.

Equipment: She just so happened to be wearing a black tank top, black leather short crop biker like jacket, black cargo pants, black athletic shoes and black finger-less gloves before the outbreak occurred, and is still wearing it.

Dark brown duffle bag that she usually carries money in for fight winnings, with three packs of beef jerky, and two water bottles, not having enough time to pack anything else.

History: Nelia grew up in Hells Kitchen, New York, when she was five years old her father forced her into martial arts to be like himself and take the fighters career, make it big or become nothing. Due to his hard exterior she thought he never actually cared about her, she kept learning though, fierce to win his love, but he never showed it openly. When she was seventeen she began her offical fight career, so to speak, she lost her first fight, as most usually do, but soon began rising on the street radar's, picking up ears in the more underground areas, when she was twenty one she already had a streak of thirteen wins and two losses, though that naturally drew the wrong eyes.

Soon enough criminal organizations picked up on her victories, wanted to own her and draw income to themselves, foolish as she was, she got drawn into one of the organizations, promising her big, be able to make it up high. She fought for them for awhile, until a crime lord decided to try and kill her, get her off the radar and prevent the opposing org from gaining profit, she managed to escape the hired thugs, using back alleys and shortcuts to avoid the hunt. From then on her trust in people grew more cold, she began hustling, more or less, adapting as much has possible, while still doing street fights, once she earned enough she went to Asheville, to get away from all the crime, it only took a year however until the outbreak struck, once again sending her into another twist.]

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Operation: Dead Man's Hand

Asheville, Downtown, fifteen blocks from UNC-Asheville Campus

The day started off so well, wake up, shower, eat breakfast, take a jog, that's where everything went wrong. Nelia couldn't believe her eyes when everyone threw a panic and spun like crazy in circles, falling to the ground only to get up and stare at everyone who didn't fall like they were a pork rye steak and haven't ate for three weeks straight. Within moments it went from a calm, normal day in Asheville to a cluster of crazed people trying to seemingly eat everyone not like them, as if in a popularity club where only few were invited. Blood-splattered and practically batshit insane by any hardened down mental wards standards, being such a nice day nearly everyone was outside, and that was the problem.

Nelia reacted like most did, run like hell away from the danger. Survival was something she knew fairly well, and how to run away from danger even more well. She had to get back to her apartment before the majority managed to break in, though, wouldn't they be inside the apartment as-well? She didn't stop to think, too much of a head on rush just to get back to even consider if that was a bad idea or not to even enter the apartment complex again. It didn't take long to go back, as she only went a block by the time she noticed the outbreak fling into motion on nearly everyone in Asheville, by what she could see.

Flinging herself through the double doors of the complex bottom floor she quickly looked around, there were twelve of the crazies just staring about, until they spotted her, as if lone sheep to the pack of hungry wolves, they launched at her immediately, and she launched herself over the checking counter and then over it again in order to loop around the majority of them before they all crashed upon her, each so hell bent on getting to her that they simply hit each other in a collision course or fell over the counter when they went to grab at her legs. Before they could turn and properly start at her again, she was bounded up the stairs as many steps as she could take in a single go. Once on the second floor she swung herself, pulling out her keys in a fumble and unlocking the door, pushing herself inside, and shutting it in one motion before finally adding the touch of locking to be sure. She took a moment to compose herself, taking slow breaths before gathering her leather jacket, some packes of beef jerky and two water bottles, the first thing she really saw in first glance, stuffing them into her brown duffle bag, slinging it on her shoulder and then exiting out her door once more and down the hallway-pursued by five of the crazies who managed to somehow find their way up the stairs.

She had to get to a safer area, but where was safe in this sudden hellhole that used to be Asheville? She had to find out soon, before darkness crept on and she'd be lost to the massed horde in darkness, not the best option. Not to mention her hearing wasn't the greatest, and being so distracted thinking up random plans she nearly ran head on to another crazy lurking around the corner, reflex's saving her more than anything and with that, she spun at the last moment , shouldering the crazed man out of the way and into the wall and then down the emergency exit, these flight of stairs were rarely used, but now they were going to have to be; it was the only real option left, after all.

After making it back outside she peered around, looking for any further threats before gazing down the road at the campus in the distance, mostly a blur at this distance but it was large enough to notice easily as-well, and make out the features. She thought a moment about that, perhaps the Library would be good, not many people go there, so perhaps it was the best option at current, then again, she tended to make pretty poor choices, especially the one where she wanted to move to Ashevile. She regretted that one right now. Without further ado, she made her way through the back alleys of the buildings, using the mass confusion of the horde to slip as much as she could un-noticed through the alleyways, letting the horde of literal cannibals raze through the streets looking for prey, it was a chilling thought that kept her walking just a tad bit faster.
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Summary- After taking a mid morning jog down the streets, a suddenly confused Nelia finds the crazied hordes of the outbreak filing in to claim new members of it's 'order', without any real thought, she made her way into her Apartment, grabbed her gear and decided to make her way toward the usually limited populace Library down by the Campus, making her way through the alleyways firstly.

Operation: Dead Man's Hand

Looking forward to the post I am.

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Rilla said Shhh.

Shhh...

Nelia will be our honorary guy.

And thanks folks. :D

Bahhh. Best looking guy if that's the case!

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I'm fine with those things.

And It's not a complete sausage fest. Just only one female, looks like i'll have some fun beating some of the guys heads out of sheer amusement boredom.

Dead Man's Graveyard!

Well, the pain pill thing is related to the fighter career. Typically fighters end up taking a fair amount of pin pills, opium/morphine and the likes and usually they succumb to the addiction stage, as for running fast, not in the professional athlete style of running, more in the controlled running mix, about a half way level, can control breathing in running for a fairly long period of time but not for as long as most could do it, obviously. If that makes sense, trying to not make her overly good, but good enough to defend herself in some way, with hand to hand, since there is not really fighters of any kind in the group at the moment, this still makes her susceptible to gun play and all the other general stuff seeing as she'd need to get close and she has no stealth capabilities.

*For physical weakness, I think hearing would be a good one to add in. Too many blows to the head in her career causing a hearing issue, making it easier to sneak up on her or not notice things as well as most could. Adding now.

Dead Man's Graveyard!

*Fixed the pain-pill addiction to add almost all of the natural withdraw symptoms that tend to occur, not every one as people do react differently to withdraw than others, of course, wasn't thinking much about it at the time, sorry!

Operation: Dead Man's Hand

Made changes to Nelia based on your pointers Rilla. Got rid of the pain-pills bottle in her bag, leave it up to chance if she'd come across it in RP or not, or just end up suffering the withdraw. Added a few more traits in, befitting the fighter vibe a bit more and even it out hopefully.