Rarity

Single, Taken, It's Complicated [Closed]

Ashley laughed at how relieved Charlotte was to get rid of the glow sticks. She could not blame her. She tossed hers in the recycling bin and walked over with the other girl until they got close to the door. Charlotte called over another person. Curiously, Ashley gazed at her. She seemed really bubbly and at place in the club.

“Aw, Charles, you made a friend!”

She blushed at how loud the girl exclaimed. Quite a few people looked over at them and some of them even snickered. Ashley held her arms over her stomach very tightly, something she did when she was feeling a little self conscious.

“What's your name? How old--”

She heard he unasked question. But she felt so relieved when Charlotte took over her introduction.

“Will, this is Ashley, she's nineteen and her fashion choices are none of our business – I'm really sorry about that, by the way,”

“It's fine...” She frowned slightly, subconsciously taking off her pink headband and putting it inside her purse. Then she kind of held her purse behind her back, out of sight. What was wrong with her fashion? She knew she dressed a little girly, but it had been forced on her for as long as she could remember. She also could not help that she liked cute things. The Fluttershy purse, the pink...

“Ashley, this is Willow, my best friend. She's part rabbit, I think.”

“Hi. Part rabbit?” She raised an eyebrow.

“It's very nice to meet you, Ashley.”

“It is nice to meet you as well...” Before she could say anything more, Willow continued. The girl really did seem to talk a mile a minute. Ashley could not keep up.

“Charlotte, you know I love you, so I'm gonna wait for you back in the bar. Come get me when you're done!”

She watched the girl run off and then looked back over at Charlotte. It felt like she was going to get whiplash.

“Wow, she's all over the place. Part rabbit, indeed.”

“I don't know why I'm friends with her. Traitor.”

“She seems to mean well,” Ashley said quietly. “You're lucky you have someone like that in your life.”

Ashley walked with Charlotte out the doors. She told Big Bob bye. They walked over to the Chinese place. The smell of food made her stomach rumble. She was embarrassed by how loud it sounded. It was no wonder because all she had that day were the smoothies.

The waitress got them a table. She smiled at them. “What to drink? One check or two?”

“U-uh,” Ashley stuttered. “Two. Sprite. Thank you.”

This wasn't a date. It was just two random strangers who happened to meet at a club going out to get something to eat.

The Awakening

Nixie tensed up when she heard someone come into the kitchen. When she heard the eerie sound of the crow, she knew for sure that it was Devon. She scrunched down as tightly as she could in the sink, but after what felt like forever, she could hear the sound of footsteps leaving. She felt proud of herself that he had came in and did not notice her. Though another part of her shuddered. Did that mean she would never be found because if Devon thought the kitchen was empty, he might not come back?

Oh no, what if I'm in here forever? What if they all leave thinking I decided to go home? As she started to panic, Nixie felt water from the sink dripping. She wiped the dirty water off her cheeks, but oddly felt more calm after the water touched her skin. It was really ironic, because she usually felt anything but calm when face with a situation where there was the chance she could drown, such as in a very deep sink. Which was preposterous. Nobody drowned in sinks, even big ones, except maybe poor babies who were neglected by their parents.

By now she was thinking very random things, which she often did. Nixie pulled her body up and peeked over the edge of the sink and could see Devon outside the kitchen door, trying to get inside another door with what looked like a knife. Why would he be doing that? If the door was locked, then nobody would be hiding behind it.

He's so strange... though I wonder what is behind that door. She sighed and set back down in the sink.

Infection, World's End [Closed]

If anyone is interested in reading the novel that inspired the idea for this role play, here is the first chapter. (You'll see I borrowed a bit from the first chapter to make my first IC post.) This is a 17 chaptered story that I haven't been able to continue because lack of interest/feedback discouraged me. lol It will have M/M, F/F and perhaps M/F within it, but all romance is secondary to the zombie stuff.

Infection, World

Before all this started, Remy had been a rookie cop with The LAPD, West Bureau, Pacific Division. He had only ever been on a serious case two times that involved shooting his gun.

Around him, the forest was deadly silent, save for a few whistling birds that were up high in the treetops. He walked through them, looking for the town he knew was nearby.

What he had just stumbled upon reminded him of a gruesome movie; something he would never imagine seeing for real, even in his line of work. On the forest floor, lay three rotted bodies of adults and two children, a boy and a girl. The man had obviously been turned somehow. His face was distorted, nose smashed in, one ear missing and long trails of blood going down his cheeks.

On closer inspection, he realized those blood trails were deep claw marks.

Had the man done it to himself or had one of his companions done it while fighting for their life? The man looked like he was in his 40s. He had a fit body, seen through the tattered and bloody clothes he wore.

His skin had the sickly pale, almost green/yellow look some of the creatures took on. The bulging of his eyes would have made a man with a weak stomach puke in the bushes. Both were popped out, hanging by only a thin strand of tissue. One was half deflated, blood and ooze dripping from it.

The world has changed.

When he saw the news on the television, he hadn't believed it at first. That had been several months ago and somehow he was still alive. He no longer considered himself a rookie, though. He was just a freelance guy, trying to make it in a world gone mad. The blood and grime on the corpse's face almost matched the amount that clung to the cop's face.

Subconsciously, he started to pick at the blood on his face, being reminded of how he needed to wash soon or he would attract unwanted attention.

Looking at the next body, he sighed. It was a lady. She did not look like she had turned. She was young, not much older than him. Her red hair laid around her head almost like a halo. She was nearly in perfect condition. He bent down on his knees and looked closer. What had killed her?

This was when he realized she was not a redhead. The red he had mistaken for her hair was her blonde locks soaked through with blood. He gently nudged her to the side and sure enough she had a bullet wound in the back of her skull. The whole back of her head was completely gone, leaving a gaping hole that her mass of blood soaked curls hid.

Remy stood up, checking to make sure he was still alone. The blood alone would be sure to bring danger to him soon. Confident that he was safe, he looked at the last adult. It was an aging man. He was the only body who held a gun. From the angle of his body and the way he was holding the gun, not to mention the fact that this man was missing most of his face, this man had committed suicide.

After shooting his turned son, the lady who hadn't been infected and--

He looked at the children. His face fell. The girl had turned. Her eyes were wide open and black as midnight, one of the sure signs of the undead creatures. Other than her eyes, everything else on her looked normal. She had been freshly turned before the grandfather shot her down. Her skin only had a slight blueish hue to it. Blood still trickled from her gunshot wound in her forehead.

This happened recently.

He wondered if he had been quicker if he would have been able to make it in time to save this family before their infected companion turned on them. He would never know, but it would always lay heavy on his heart.

The boy was the same as the lady. Untouched, except for the gunshot to his chest. He had bled out. He could see it all in his head now. As a last resort, the grandfather felt their only escape plan would be to put a bullet in each of them. It was sad, but it happened a lot.

He crouched down next to the smallest. The little girl looked 4 or 5 years old. Placing a palm on her forehead, he closed his eyes for a short moment. He couldn't cry for her, though he wanted to. He feared if he cried, he would never be able to stop and that was no way for a cop of the pacific division to act.

"I'm sorry little one. I hope your soul can finally be free."

The infection was spreading over the nation. In the beginning when there was still media coverage, they called it a virus. Nobody knew the cause of it or who was responsible. It did the unthinkable. When someone was infected, they would die, usually in a horrible, painful way. The biggest problem was that they did not stay dead.

Nobody was safe from the inevitable. The world was dying, and they would too, eventually. Those left uninfected tried to run, hide or fight back. Officer Jeremy was a fighter.

Alone in the world, the blue-eyed man had no idea how his story would end. He wanted to believe that the calamity would stop, and the survivors could be able to move on to a virus free world.

But, so far, there had been no pots of gold at the end of any rainbows.

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After leaving that scene, knowing full well that he would be in for a fight soon if he lingered, Remy ran, crouched into a low pose, with his shotgun at the ready. He didn't see any signs of the undead. He mentally crossed his fingers, hoping he could make it to the town marked on his map.

He stopped running after a few yards and no sign of life or the undead. Looking around at the tall, dark imposing trees, their canopies shielding him from all light, Remy sighed.

Leaning his shotgun next to him, he pulled his map out of his pocket and fought the urge to roll his eyes. He felt like a sorry excuse for a cop. He couldn't even read a map properly. Where was this damn town? He squinted at the squiggly lines, though it was useless.

He needed to make it to this town soon. His supplies were dangerously low and he could use with a change of clothes, hopefully something that would help protect his body more than the pair of torn blue jeans he wore and ripped tee-shirt. It had once been white. Now it was red and brown from dried up blood and guts.

A crash of footsteps brought him out of his thoughts. They were coming from behind him. They were too fast to be a undead creature.

A survivor? Someone-- something must be chasing them!

The male who crashed into the clearing was a young Asian man. He had jet black hair and eyes to match. His hair was soaked with blood and sweat. He would have been attractive, though at the moment his face was twisted in pure terror. A less trained man might mistake him for one of the infected.

When he saw Remy, he froze. He saw the shotgun that Remy was now aiming at him, though the boy couldn't register the gun was aiming just over his shoulder. Remy was anticipating whatever was coming.

"I'm not one of them!" His English was heavily accented and if Remy wasn't sure before, it was obvious now that this boy was Asian. Japanese or Chinese, Remy couldn't tell which because of all the blood and grime on the boy's face.

"Are you being followed?" Remy asked, cocking his firearm. "Get behind me and watch our backs."

"Yes, sir. There are two following me." He half ran, half limped over to Remy and hid behind him.

"Lesson number one; They are slow. You panicked and ran; that's smart. They may be slow, but they are deadly."

The boy shivered. "Yes, sir."

"Make sure to follow close behind me, but remember to watch our backs. It takes a sharp blow to the head to kill them." Remy grabbed a spare handgun out of his holster. "Aim for the head."

"Okay." The boy's voice was quiet and trembling.

Remy couldn't blame the kid for being scared. It looked like he had never had any reason to hold a gun before, let alone be part of a fight.

"What's your name, kiddo?" He held a hand out to stop the boy. "We'll make our stand here." Remy could now hear the snapping of twigs, the moaning of the creatures, feral and desperate. They could of course run, but if it was only a few, it was best to take them out if they could. That was Remy's promise to people left uninfected.

He gripped his gun tightly, shaking like a leaf. "Juno," he answered, wiping a hand over his forehead, smearing the blood on his face.

"Are you hurt?" Remy asked. Is he infected? Man, I hope not. He's the first person since--- He forced himself not to think about the last group of people he had been with.

"I've got a small cut on my forehead. I-I broke through a glass window to escape. What's your name?"

Thank goodness. I better make sure he isn't lying.

"Look up," he instructed, as he brushed back Juno's bangs. "I'm Jeremy. Call me Remy, though." He sighed. The cut wasn't deep at all, but the blood would attract unwanted attention.

"Am I okay?" Juno asked. "They never touched me."

"You'll be fine, but we need to clean away the blood and get that covered, ASAP."

His dark eyes lowered, Juno shuffled his feet. "Thank you, sir. I hope I don't hold you back."

Remy tutted, frowning at the kid. "Don't think like that-- Oh!" He quickly rushed to his left, pushing Juno down.

"Cover our backs!" Juno's undead had finally made it through the clearing. Remy cursed himself for not paying better attention and to his dismay Juno screamed, loud and shrill. All he needed was a girly boy.

Only two? This should be a walk in the park.

He dodged to the left when the rotting remains of what used to be a lady jumped at him with a cry that almost sounded pained. Blood, gore and who knows what else flew from her mouth, splattering Remy's clothing. Luckily Remy had learned a long time ago to keep his mouth firmly closed when fighting these creatures. He hadn't had time to warn Juno though.

Her skin was bloated, red and blotchy from the over exposure to the sun. She had brunette hair that fell in clumps around her shoulders. A huge chunk was missing from one of them.

The point of infection.

Remy pushed Juno back against a tree, bringing his shotgun up. He aimed and fired, giving the lady one last death. The man who had been further behind the lady stumbled up to them. He swiped his hands at their faces.

Remy ducked, dragging Juno down with him. He kicked the man's feet out from under him, slamming the butt of his gun into his forehead. It broke the skull easily because this man had already been missing half of his face from what looked like several bite marks. The man looked a lot like the lady, skin red and bubbled from the sun, or possibly something else had caused the condition.

"See, slow creatures" Remy muttered. Though if he hadn't known what to do, he could have been easily taken down by those two. He sighed, trying not to think about where this couple had came from and what kind of life they had lived before. His eyes widened when a shot ripped through the air from behind him.

When he turned around, he saw a horrified Juno holding a smoking handgun. He blinked and then looked down seeing the third that neither had known about.

He cursed himself for not sensing the third about to grab him from behind. This one was young, possibly 10 or 11 years old. It was a boy Remy assumed, because of his short black hair. His body was so mauled, it would be impossible to know for sure the gender of this child.

"I-I've got your back," Juno stuttered. "Is it dead?"

"Yes," Remy answered. He glanced up at Juno and sighed. "Thank you."

Juno blushed, though that was hard to see with his face covered in blood. "No problem, sir."

For the first time in a long time a smile crinkled to Remy's lips. "I dare say this is no time for such formalities, Juno."

"I will try to remember that," Juno promised.

"Now, we need to get to a source of water," Remy murmured. "I can't let you walk around smelling like food."

"About two miles from here is a pond, though the town is closer--" Juno trailed off.

Remy shook his head. "There is no way we are going near life smelling like this." He realized he too was still plastered with blood and gore. "Juno-- Slowly lead the way. Eyes open, ears sharp and I've got your back, too."

Swallowing hard, Juno nodded. "I understand, sir-- Oh, sorry." Juno held his gun up. Eyes darting everywhere, he started to lead them to the pond.

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Infection, World's End [Closed]

Olivia, Rena and Lloyd

The undead were mostly taken care of in the yard. Lloyd was quite impressed at how well the group of people handled things. He even witnessed the little redhead taking down a couple. The brunette whistled lowly as the ballet girl side kicked an undead and sent it flying at least five feet. It's head smashed into the side of the chicken coop and the undead did not get up and move after that.

Lloyd watched as the twins (he assumed they were twins) ran into his house. He shook his head at how fast they were taking things, knowing an ambush could be waiting on the other side of the door. He hoped his three inside dogs and three inside cats were still among the living. Before he had ran out of the house, he had tried rounding as many up as he could, locking them in one of the rooms.

"What's in your barn?" The redhead asked. She ran up to Lloyd's side. "I heard something when I was killing an undead over there." She pointed toward his six stalled wooden barn.

"Two horses and a cow," he quickly answered, ducking when an undead seemed to come out of nowhere. The little girl was quick with her broom stick handle. Lloyd stood up straight and blushed. "T-thanks. I should have picked up a weapon from the store."

"It's okay! Did you say horses? Really?" Her green eyes brightened at the idea of seeing something she considered really beautiful and made her think of home. "And a cow?"

"Yes. And chickens." He nodded toward the chicken coop. "I see they are still alive. I've also got dogs and cats inside, but..." He trailed off. He did not mention the dogs and cats that were strays around here. They very well could be infected.

"I forget if I've said so, but I'm Lloyd Mathews and this is my farm. Welcome to Mathew's Farm." He said this loud enough so that everyone nearby could hear him.

"I'm Olivia."

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Rena walked over to the undead she had sent flying into the chicken coop. She looked down at it and shoved the tip of her shovel into his head just to be safe. She winced when the head split open like a rotten pumpkin. The sound of clucking got her attention. When she looked up, she felt a rush of wonderment go through her when she saw about 20 live chickens in the decent sized coop. She hadn't seen an alive animal for a while and even though they were chickens, she felt really happy.

"Hi, chicky," Rena said, with a suppressed giggle. She looked into their coop, frowning when she saw they were almost out of their feed. Poor things. Once they had the place secure, she made a promise to herself that she would get them some grains from the grainary she could see. Hopefully it was fully stocked. There was enough corn to go around at any rate.

Rubbing her goo covered pointe shoe into the grass, she kept a lookout for anymore undead, watching as the others did their part to get the yard clear. She ran over to the gate and closed it, making sure it was firmly locked in place. She wondered if there was any barbed wire that they could attach to the top of the fence for added protection. Farms sometimes had things like that laying around. Rena shrugged; she was not a farm girl, so she really had no idea.

"This area is clear," Rena told her companions. She ran to the side of the house and sighed when she saw no undead. "None on the left side. Hows the back and right side look?"

"Right side is clear," Olivia answered. She came from that side, goop and other gross things on her cheeks and the front of her shirt. Rena watched as she walked over to the fairly large pond that was on the property. The ballerina was concerned. What if there were undead just under the surface of the water? Or would they float? She shook her head and ran over to the redhead, before she ducked down to clean herself off.

"Wait," Rena said, pulling the girl back. She bent down and picked up a large rock and threw it into the middle of the pond. She counted a full minute. When nothing happened, she nodded at the girl. "Okay it's clear, but be careful. A lurker could still be in the water. We will need someone to properly check before we decide to use the pond for anything other than gathering water at the sides."

Olivia paled. "I never thought of that. Thanks." She ducked down and washed off her face and hands. There was nothing she could really do about her clothes, but she would change as soon as things were a little less hectic.

The redhead wondered away from Rena and looked around for Mercy. Where had she gone? She bit down on her bottom lip, hoping that nothing bad had happened to her. She really liked Mercy and felt safer when the girl was fighting by her side.

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Remy

"Look," Remy whispered back toward Ash and Luka. They had made it to the other side of the cornfield. They made it in time to see a girl wearing ballet shoes closing the gate. Everyone was in the process of fighting the undead, though the yard seemed to be mostly clear. He approved. The small group of people seemed to work well together.

"Do you see Mercy?" He could not remember what she looked like, other than the bow she carried. He did spot the redhead darting around, looking as if she was also looking for someone.

He wanted to get their attention without startling them. None of them wanted a bullet or an arrow coming at their heads. The ballet girl was the closest to them. Remy glanced at his unlikely companions and then at the brunette girl who still seemed to be stuck in her past, what with her strange footwear. He snapped his fingers, watching as the girl stiffened and turned to stare toward the corn field.

"Hey," Rena half whispered. "There's more people." Rena ran over to the fence. "I closed and locked the gate. I don't know who has the key. You'll have to climb over." She gave the three a wary look. "Just do your part. I think the back of the house needs checked."

She ran off and joined Lloyd as he opened the double doors on the barn. He was weaponless, so he must be very confident that no undead were inside. Rena rolled her eyes. The sound of a horse neighing made her run even faster. First chickens and now horses? The ballerina could not believe her luck.

"Oh wow."

She and Lloyd went into the barn and checked on the animals inside. They were spooked, but otherwise seemed fine.

"The barn is clear," She said, after he and Lloyd left it. Lloyd shut it back up and looked around at the others.

The outhouses, grain towers and grainary were checked next. Clear. Clear. Clear. The well was also clean and clear of any bodies, thank goodness.

"Everything outside looks good. The fence is back in place, all that is left is the house." Rena glanced over at the house, wondering if the people who went inside were okay.

"Let's go." Rena squeezed her shovel firmly in her hands.

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Beautiful-Disaster said
The only one I can do is Skype. RubyKitsuneAnd I do have a plot idea, but it needs some work.

All right. I added you and sent a message.

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Post war is fine.

And it does not matter who I play. I've also played both.

Do you have any plot ideas? Something a few years after the war. Harry and Ginny have broke up (though Harry is still greatly connected to the Weasley family and remains friends with Ginny). Draco is living with his mother (or alone) because his father was put in Azkaban (so he no longer has his father's influence riding over him)

Do you want to talk over IM? Skype, MSN, YIM, AIM?

Moonstruck [Mako's Mermaids][Closed]

Nixie pushed her dyed light blue hair over her shoulder and went back to her room. She started to pace back and forth, trying to think of how she was going to pull this new transformation off and if her project partners had turned as well, how would they all handle this? One thing was sure; it seemed fate was pushing them closer together and in the end, they would be the best of friends, or something very horrible would happen.

Such as them getting discovered and put on some sort of lab table to be studied and dissected. She shuddered at the idea.

No, without a doubt, nobody will find out about this, she swore. Her face fell slightly. Though how can it be possible to keep it from everyone? This is a small island and everyone knows each other's business. Then there is my family and my best friend Jay. How can I keep something so big from them?

Walking over to her bed, she jumped on it and buried her face in her Pikachu shaped pillow. She felt tears on her cheeks, her whole body freezing. Would her tears also make her turn? She started to count silently in her head, but no transformation accrued.

“Phew, at least that's something,” Nixie whispered.

"Nixie! Nixie, I need help! Please, we need to talk! Nixie!"

Nixie had almost dozed off when Tristan’s voice floated through her open window, making her sit up and blink rapidly. She rubbed her eyes, wondering if everything from before had been a dream. She stood up and walked over to her window that overlooked the ocean.

“Oh my...” She whispered. Down far below her window was Tristan, hanging onto the rocks, trying not to let the rough lapping water pull her back out to sea.

“Tristan!”

Tristan was a mermaid.

Realizing she was still naked from her bath, she blushed, covering herself and backing away from the window. “I will be down in a minute,” she promised the girl.

Nixie threw on her light blue sundress, the one that matched her hair, and a pair of flip flops. She ran out of her bedroom and through the house as fast as her legs would carry her. She walked around her house, climbing over rocks, until she was close enough to Tristan to touch her if she wanted. Luckily, the wind was not blowing toward her, so the ocean spray did not touch her skin.

“Tristan. You, too?” She wondered if Andrea had also turned.

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Beautiful-Disaster said
Would you be interested in a Drarry roleplay perhaps?

Yes. Do you have a preference which character you play? Also at which point in the series do you want this to take place?

Moonstruck [Mako's Mermaids][Closed]

Nallore said

Can you please weigh in on the recent development? Invite a 4th person or just go with us three?

Infection, World's End [Closed]

FaithsRose said
I'm really sorry I've been so quiet recently! I've had a really busy week >.< I'll get a post in the IC as soon as I can! (Hopefully later today ^^)

That's totally okay; I've been really busy as well because of my babysitting. Watching a 1 year old is a full time job.

If you have not posted since we got to the farm, please feel free to jump in. *hint hint*