Red_massa

Well, So Much for the World

Calvin had quickly jumped into the drivers seat of the car so that they could get the vehicle into the barn and close the doors to hopefully clear out anything that was in this barn and try to close those barn doors before anything else comes in to attempt a little duo snack. Calvin had closed the door quietly to minimize the amount of sound made because he knew that the car would make a bit when he placed his foot on the gas pedal since the car was quite loud. Calvin looked behind him to make sure that nothing sneaked into the back seat while they were both focused on the inside of the barn a few moments ago. Thankfully nothing was inside because he had carelessly jumped into drivers seat before looking, which was could have been a disastrous situation. He had looked inside of the rear-view mirror to make sure no zombies were behind him again and than slide the car into drive and slowly brought the car inside of the barn giving light to Julian as he walked around looking like he had been looking for something reinforcing his thought that Julian had been familiar with this location.

Calvin brought the car into the barn just enough that he could close the front door of the barn. Once he opened the door to the car and seen that the brake lights were shining on the inside of the barn Calvin hopped out of the car than walked over to the front barn door as two zombies were slowly approaching the noise that they were making. Calvin had seen that Julian still wasn't much better for finding anything to light a fire with so he walked over to a lawnmower that he had seen sitting in the corner of the barn and pulled the spark plug from it and gave it a few clicks in a pile of hay that was part of an isolated fire pit until the hay caught on fire and placed a few small piece of wood that were nearby until the fire had gotten big enough to manage itself for a little bit. Calvin looked over at Julian who seemed to stop after the fight had been lit and he noticed that exhaustion on his face.

"How would you like to get a little bit of sleep, I had some last night so you can get some" After saying this Calvin sit in a corner in the barn so he could observe both of the doors.
@eskimolander

Lantern

Talan had grabbed Simon by the arm _{Since he isn't wearing a shirt} and it was sort of nice to not worry about running into trees but instead he was always tripping over the roots since Talan never really gave any notice of foreign objects. Still slightly faster but slightly annoying. Simon was careful to keep the mask in his hands balanced perfectly since he had the frog placed inside of it while getting drug through the woods. Once Talan stopped moving Simon again slammed into the back of Talan since he wasn't sure when he was going to stop his forward sprint through these woods.

Simon heard a voice that he prayed that he would never hear again but when the voice penetrated his ears it sent an absolute shiver down his whole spine.

"The Fox and the Wolf"
"Come on then, come come, this is safe to eat"

Tyaelaem

If it was light out his face would have been beet red, he was absolutely angry to hear that voice.This was because Simon had prayed so hard that this f'ing rabbit would have gotten caught in the fire and would have perished but instead he is sitting beside the warmth of this glowing fire that Talan must have built since he seemed to institutionally know how to get there. Simon was so angry that almost before he knew it he was going to launch his little cyan friend at Tyaelaem but when he heard him ribbit he knew that he didn't want to do that in the least. So Simon stood where Talan had left him with the frog cradled in his hands while he looked on as Talan had sat down next to the rabbit like he was his absolute best friend accepting the potato as if it was his own.
Simon might have regretted not taking food from the rabbit but he absolutely hated this rabbit so much that he was going to refuse even though he was pretty sure that anyone within a 500 foot radius would have heard it growl. Simon was so angry with the rabbit sitting there non-chalant that when he walked by he kicked a piece of flaming wood towards the rabbit as he sat there.

Lantern

I'm Sorry, I will have a post tomorrow night for you Mok.

Island of Blood(Survival RP) {ACCEPTING} -----Crypt's Island

Name: Karl Millington

Profession: Amateur Fighter

Appearance:

Karls' Appearance

Height/weight: 6'2" 205lbs

Skills: Fighting, Protection, Driving, Diving, Juggling.

Starting location: Beach Home

Bio: Karl had always been a bit on the bigger side through life, which made him prone to getting picked on. After highschool Karl had decided to do something where he had more power than the people around him so he had gotten into bouncing at bars and clubs. There was one night that changed his life forever, there was a rowdy customer at the bar and he had to be escorted off the premises. When the customer got there he insisted that he wasn't leaving in fact he was dead set that he was getting into the bar. The customer than got aggressive and took a knife out of his pocket, that was when Karl punched the guy out. Karl knocked him out cold and broke his jaw with just one punch, the adrenaline and thrill he got from that one night brought him into the fighting profession.
Karl had been training for 6 months since the bar incident happened and has been loving it the whole time. It was his first ranked fight that he was going to, this was his first step to making a career out of fighting. One day he dreamed of making it into the Bellator or even UFC scene, this was his first step.

Personality: Everything that Karl has gone through in life has made him a little bit skeptical of new people at first. He is a good person deep if you get through all his barriers. He has a loud and deep voice that travels when he speaks.

Relations: Manager - Tyrese Kimbo - Dead/Crash

Personal Items: One pair of orange boxing gloves

Boxing Gloves

Well, So Much for the World

“Someone’s a bit passive aggressive,”
“We’ll get to your kid soon enough, in the meantime we need a place to camp up,”

Julian

Calvin figured that he would get called out for his word vomit but he felt that was what need to be said, exactly what was on his mind. This might not have been the best course of action since this was the first thing that hasn't tried to kill him this trip so he should be slightly more polite during the very few times that they spoke. He hated traveling in the dark, because who knows what could be outside of light visible from the headlights of the car. For all he knew there could be a giant horde of zombies that were outside of the lights but close enough to follow the car as they drove to the destination that he soon realized was a small barn.

Calvin's mind has been doing a lot of negative wondering the last couple of days which didn't help his morale lately, he was starting to wonder if this was all for nothing. However he couldn't let himself think like that given that it was his own son that was on the other end of his journey and he vowed to never abandon his own flesh and blood. They had now sat there idling with the lights shining into the shed to see if anything was going to wonder out of the shed but nothing was moving on the inside.

"We better make sure it’s clear first."

Julian

This was the part that truly worried Calvin, who knows how many zombies were waiting on the inside of this barn or how many were converging on their location as they slowly but carefully examined this barn with its door wide open. He knew that if something was inside of that shed that he should accompany Julian in case things got hairy. Calvin opened his door right after Julian and followed right behind him into the barn looking over his shoulder every couple of seconds to make sure they didn't get ambushed from behind. He could hear a low raspy breathing which made Calvin a little on edge but he wasn't sure if it was a zombie or the nervous Julian shortly ahead of him. With each step that they took approaching the barn his heart rate slowly increased his body was preparing him for anything that could happen. Calvin was ready for a struggle, he had his machete drawn out from its protector raised just above his waist so that he could swing the moment anything unusual caught his eye. Strike first ask questions later.
@eskimolander

Island of Blood(Survival RP) {ACCEPTING} -----Crypt's Island

So how did we get on this island? Did we all come by plane, ship or a freak chance of both happening together ?

Well, So Much for the World

“You’ll have to forgive me if my hands are a bit preoccupied,”
"Name's Julian, by the way"

Julian

Given how this man has been driving he is slightly surprised how this guy is still alive and given how he was driving he figured it was best that he keep both hands on the wheel. He was all about moving quickly because it was getting dark out but it wouldn't matter if something happened and they crashed dying in a burning car. However he wasn't going to say anything because again he was thankful to be moving in a car with another living person.

"Sorry about that"
"I wanted to get out of there before it got dark"

Julian

Calvin wasn't really sure of where he was planning to go especially since he was always used to staying on the road, he was getting a little bit more uncomfortable since Julian wasn't communicating where they were going. All he really knew that they were driving into the middle of nowhere, he was starting to panic a little bit but he really wasn't really sure how to properly bring it up without throwing off the already rocky relationship that Calvin and Julian had newly developed. He was getting a little bit antsy not communicating, he fiddle with the machete that was sitting in his lap.

"Where’re you headed?"

Julian

"To be honest I was heading to back home in Canada to find my son but at the moment I have no idea where I am heading, wasn't really communicated to me but I have just been following you where ever you take me."Before Calvin could really process what words were coming out of his mouth it was all out there on the table now. He debated for a moment about apologizing immediately afterwords but he decided against it. He just looked forward watching the environment pass by as they drove along with nothing but the cars headlights illuminating his distraction.

@eskimolander

MORTAL KOMBAT

Ahhhhhhh yeah! Can I be Kung Lao? Always loved playing as this guy.
-Chuck, bam! Razor-Hat in the face!-

Lantern

@bunnita
Please don't go :( Where will we get awesome posts like yours! You are so original and awesome that no one could fill the awesome presence that you will leave behind. I will miss talking to you and I promise no more poking with sticks. Take care and be well!

Island of Blood(Survival RP) {ACCEPTING} -----Crypt's Island

Name: Karl Millington

Profession: Amateur Fighter

Appearance:

Karls' Appearance

Height/weight: 6'2" 205lbs

Skills: Fighting, Protection, Driving, Diving, Juggling.

Starting location: Beach Home

Bio: Karl had always been a bit on the bigger side through life, which made him prone to getting picked on. After highschool Karl had decided to do something where he had more power than the people around him so he had gotten into bouncing at bars and clubs. There was one night that changed his life forever, there was a rowdy customer at the bar and he had to be escorted off the premises. When the customer got there he insisted that he wasn't leaving in fact he was dead set that he was getting into the bar. The customer than got aggressive and took a knife out of his pocket, that was when Karl punched the guy out. Karl knocked him out cold and broke his jaw with just one punch, the adrenaline and thrill he got from that one night brought him into the fighting profession.
Karl had been training for 6 months since the bar incident happened and has been loving it the whole time. It was his first ranked fight that he was going to, this was his first step to making a career out of fighting. One day he dreamed of making it into the Bellator or even UFC scene, this was his first step.

Personality: Everything that Karl has gone through in life has made him a little bit skeptical of new people at first. He is a good person deep if you get through all his barriers. He has a loud and deep voice that travels when he speaks.

Relations: Manager - Tyrese Kimbo - Dea

Personal Items: One pair of orange boxing gloves

Boxing Gloves