"I'm 27-years-old.. I think. I don't really keep track of the days anymore so it's hard to tell when my birthday has passed or not."
|| PRE-PLAGUE JOB ||
"I actually didn't have one. I was only 10-years-old when the outbreak began. I mean, I helped my father in his Tae Kwon Do instructing classes, but I didn't get paid for it.. so it doesn't really count, but I guess it was something."
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
17 years ago, Keani was just a kid. She survived mostly due to her parents sacrifices. By the age of 15, both parents had been taken by the virus. By age 20, she had settled into a community and even found a significant other of her own during her first few months there. It didn't take long for them to become pregnant, though it wasn't particularly planned. To have a child in this day and age pretty much meant death, both for the child and the people that tried protecting it. Her love, her son and herself lived peacefully at the community for the better part of 5 years, until one day a fairly large group of traveling raiders tore apart their little piece of paradise.. and in the process, killed both her husband and son. Keani barely escaped with her life. She's got a few bullet wound scars to prove it. She still keeps the one picture she has of Kainoa safely in an old wallet she fashioned from the material of an old pair of his shorts. She never got a picture of her husband and herself, but there's no way she could forget his face. She sees it in her son's, and that's enough for her. Keani stays on foot, never settling in one place for too long. She and her dog, Ronin that she acquired from a rare dog breeder at one of the plantations she stayed at temporarily, are on the run.
locaัฮนon: Friend's House - On the way to Delbrook ฮนnัeracัฮนng wฮนัะฝ: Jacob @smarty0114 - Juliette @ineffable
ะฝey ะฒro, ะฒacฤธ าroะผ vacaัฮนon. anyัะฝฮนng าฯ n ะฝappenฮนng ัonฮนgะฝั?
Colton smiled, chuckling a bit that his friend had to ask about any plans for the night. Shaking his head, he sent out a quick text to his friend.
ัenั ัo: jaฤธe
yoฯ already ฤธnow, ะผan. yoฯ coะผฮนng าor ัะฝe gaะผe? ฮนา noั, ฮน coฯ ld ัwฮนng ะฒy and pฮนcฤธ yoฯ ฯ p aาัer. ัะฝe gang ฮนั coะผฮนng along. oา coฯ rัe yoฯ geั ัะฝoัgฯ n, ัะฝoฯ gะฝ. ัะฝey can all ัฮนั ฮนn ัะฝe ะฒacฤธ ะฝaะฝa
A close friend of Colton's allowed him to stash his dogs at their house for the night, knowing full well that he wouldn't be back till the next morning to pick them back up. Both Colton and his friend knew he could potentially be hammered off his ass by the night's end. Sabrina would be real disappointed in him if she knew, but he didn't tell her of the party he'd be attending that night. He would play it off that he was going to bed early, being too tired from the game. Cat didn't much care for partying, and wished Colton would see how much of a waste of time it was. At least, that's what she thought about it. Colton, on the other hand, loved to party. Especially drink. It was the only thing besides Sabrina that kept his 'inner demons' away at night.. although having Cat to talk to just didn't seem to be enough, these days. It'd been a while since he'd gone out to party, and hard, at that. Which he had every intention of doing tonight.
Colton waved farewell to his friend, pulling himself up into his truck and quickly driving off towards school. With the windows rolled down, the sounds of the town were a bit too distracting for him. Tuning his ancient radio, he finally found a station he could agree with. Don't Mind by Kent Jones began to play, forcing a smile on Colton's face as he bobbed his head to the beat and sang along to it. Pulling up to a stop, Colton stopped and stayed stopped when he caught a glimpse of someone walking.. well, dancing down the street. It brought a whole new kind of smile to Colton's face, almost bashful in a way. The girl just happened to be his long-time friend since childhood, Juliette. 'Dance off!' he thought to himself. Colton flashed a goofy grin as he blindly reached over and turned his music up a bit louder, dancing along in a dorky way to the song as he looked over at the brunette girl.
ะฝarley ฤธnowleั
Minus the bandana, bracelets, and weapons of course lol
Harley sighed heavily, looking at themselves in the mirror as they tugged the jacket over their thin shoulders. The air tonight had a bit of a bite to it, but it wouldn't be too bad. It'd especially warm up once up in the bleachers surrounded by so many warm bodies. Just as Harley went to pull out their phone to check the time, the device vibrated in their pocket. "Ooh, people love me?" Harley joked with themselves, feeling too alone to do anything but. Taking their phone from their pockets, Harley clicked the screen to life. Riley. Of course it was. Harley smiled and typed out a response text.
ัenั ัo:
ฯ ะผ, ฮน never leาั ัcะฝool. ฮน'll ะฒe rฮนgะฝั ัะฝere. wonder ฮนา coacะฝ woฯ ld leั ะผe play
Swinging their bag up onto their shoulder, Harley exited the women's bathroom from the west wing and made their way towards the field. The outer halls of the school grounds were scattered with people, some Harley knew and some they didn't know. They scanned the area to see if they could find Roxy, but couldn't and shrugged it off. Maybe Roxy was busy taking care of her baby brother. As much of a pain as Roxy could be, sometimes, Harley had a lot of respect for that girl for taking care of her brother so well. Practically like a mom. Well, the way their mom should be taking care of her and him. Harley let the thoughts fade away as they entered through the middle of the bleachers from the backside, standing there at the foot of them turned to face the half empty/filled seats. It was then that they spotted Riley, smirking as they started on their way over, calling out, "Ry!"
Davina clutched at her lightweight sweater, nervously looking at herself in the mirror as she anxiously, and unnecessarily 'fixed' her hair with her free hand. Tucking a stray group of hairs behind her ear, she stood there judging every inch of herself before a voice rang out from upstairs. Her Aunt Jenny. With a soft sigh, frowning at herself as she turned to flip off the light switch and walk upstairs to join everyone else. First thing Davina saw as she entered the first floor of the home was Phoenix running clumsily after his puppy who stumbled after Seamus who seemed to be trying to escape the two creatures chasing him. Almost on cue, suddenly Vixie was at Davina's feet, brushing her thin foxy frame against her owner's leg with a soft little laugh. Davina half-smiled, talking to her pet fox softly, "You have to stay here. You know I'd take you if I could, but I don't think everyone is ready to see a cute little fox walking down the street. I think the neighborhood dogs would get jealous. None of them could compare."
She chuckled softly at the fox who seemed to be turning her charm bar up as high as she could crank it, hoping her owner would break and bring her along instead of leaving her alone again for the day. Davina held the poor girl back while she closed the baby gate to the stairs behind her, leaving her pet behind, even though if the fox tried she could easily clear the gate in one small leap. Davina was so busy saying bye to Vixie that she nearly ran straight into her aunt. "Oh, geez. I'm sorry, Jenny." She held up her hand with a slight grin on her face. It was a smile Davina had not seen her Aunt have before, and it almost had her scared. Why was she smiling like that? Like she kno-
"So, I hear you have a date tonight?" Mrs. Rumancek asked outright. Davina's face flushed bright red and from behind her aunt, Quinten ducked his head and disappeared into the kitchen from where he came. If eyes could kill, he would have been reduced to a pile of ash by now. Davina turned her gaze back up to her aunt's as a chill ran down her spine, figuring there was no point in trying to lie since Quinten had to go and blab his mouth. "Well, technically it's not a date. Yes, I do like him, but um.. we're just friends. Didn't get to hang out over the summer, so we're trying to make up for it.." She bit down on the inside of her bottom lip, looking up at her aunt with a sort of 'puppy dog' stare as if pleading her not to keep her indoors like a dog. What came next was honestly a shock.
"Quinn! Come here." Without hesitation, he followed his mother's instructions and came to stand right at her side. "Yes, master?" Mrs. Rumancek tilted her head and stared at him through her brows, as a silent warning, but it immediately softened. "Do me a favor.. drive your cousin to meet up with this... Dominik.. is it? Be sure she gets there safe, kay? It's the least you could do for her since you ratted her out." She raised a single brow at him and then walked off to tend to her grandson. Quinten stood there sheepishly grinning at his cousin, holding both hands up at his sides as if surrendering. "It honestly slipped. I'm sorry." A swift punch to his upper arm made him laugh but he still meant his apology, and hoped she believed him. It had been an accident. Quinn grabbed his jeep keys from off the counter and pulled out his phone when his notification tone went off. Caleb. The smile Quinten got at the sight of his best friend's name on the phone screen spread from one ear to the other. He quickly sent out a text before running out the front door to catch up with Davina who seemed to be in a hurry to leave. Davina, too, sent out her own text as she hopped into the shotgun seat of the jeep.
@ineffable If you would, try refraining from double posting ^-^ I forgot to mention it last time... But yeah, that's his story now xD It is early September!
@ineffable They dont have an RP forum anymore, but they used to. They got rid of it years ago. I left when the GM's were warning everyone that it'd be taken down.. & for sure! I actually have more pictures of the guy, from 5-years-old, and 9th-12th grade. I know the guy personally xD
@ineffable YOU WERE ON FOOPETS?! Ermahgurd. One in a million! :sub I could easily change the closeted gay part x) maybe his relationship is dying, or something.. xD I'll make up some excuse lol
@ineffable I mean, I'm not exactly a matchmaker here xD you kinda get to pick and choose on your own, but I could have Colton walk out of his place and zee her walking by...abd being the cocky som'bish he is, he could invite her along to the game and party. (Although he doesn't know she's already going)
@smarty0114 ahhhh!!! The McKinnon's have arrived! same relations with Caleb and Quinn? Colton and Jacob would seem to be good friends, and most likely familiar with Harley since Colt and them used to date back in the day. Maybe Jake can be part of the Harley, Riley, Roxy (& occasional Colton) clan?? Haha x) Davina could be friends, if not just friendly acquaintances with Caleb. Jacob, not so much x)
"Dad. Want cacka. Peez!" The small boy stood at Quinten's side tugging at his pant leg with one hand, the other pointing up at the pantry. Quinten shook his head with a small smirk and gently leaned down, picking his young son up off the ground and into his arms.
"Only because you asked so nicely, I will let you have some crackers. Not too many, though. We're going to eat soon, okay?" The boy's piercing blue eyes never left his father's, nodding with a tiny sheepish grin in response, to which he covered shyly. Quinten pulled the pantry door open, fetching out the box of animal crackers to take a small handful from it before placing the box back where it came. With Phoenix on his hip, the animal crackers in the same hand as his son, Quinten pulled the tray off the kid's seat and sat him in it to let Phoenix eat his crackers in peace. From outside, Quinten could just barely make out the sound of a door shutting before Seamus began barking at the stranger, unbeknownst to the dog that it was only Quinn's mom getting home from work.
"Oh hush, Seamus! It's just me. You big ol' baddie," Quinn's mother chimed as she shut the door behind her, carrying a grip load of bags in each arm. Groceries.
"Ma! Why didn't you text or call me? I'd have helped." Quinten frowned at his mother, feeling bad for not having had the chance to help her lug the bags in. A simple, dismissive wave of her hand and Quinten rolled his eyes. She was always a do-it-yourself kind of person, and there was no helping her when she had her mind set.
"I knew you had the boy, so I didn't want you to have to bug Davina to watch him so you c-"
"Ya know, you could always just ask her for help. She's very capable of carrying in a few groceries, ma," Quinten interrupted with a slight smirk plastered on his face. His mother didn't seem to find it as humorous as he did.
"She's been through a lot. I just think it's best to leave her be. She needs this time to do her own thing. She's been looking after everyone else but herself the last couple years. Davina deserves a break." As much as Quinten tried not to think about it, upon Davina's own request, she did have it pretty hard over the last few years and he guessed his mother was right. Thinking no more on the matter, he turned back to Phoenix and noticed the boy was done with his crackers. He chuckled softly at the 'Um, hello?!' look on his son's face before helping him out of his highchair booster seat. Phoenix seemed to take off as soon as his bare feet hit the wood flooring, going off after Seamus and his puppy, Bagheera.
"So what's for dinner?" Busy with putting groceries away, Quinn's mom didn't bother to look back at him but the tone of her voice told Quinten she was joking. Although, on some level, she was probably hoping that he'd planned something out already.
"Isn't that a woman's job, Jennifer?" he teased his mother. A swift glare from over her shoulder caused him to burst out into a little laugh.
"Actually, I ordered some pizza.. if that's not too big of a deal. I got Davina her plain ol' spinach and chicken pizza, while we've got our mushroom and pepperoni pizza." Her lack of objection assured him that it was a good plan, she was probably just in her usual mode of winding down from work. She tends to be a pretty quiet person but after work, she was as silent as they come. Thinking about work started Quinten on a whole new train of thought. Now that it was the weekend, he'd be the one to be working rather than his mother. They never worked the same days. She maintained weekdays while Quinten only worked weekends due to school, with the occasional day off to spend with his son. Luckily for him, he'd get to spend Saturday with Phoenix and then only have a morning with him before dropping him back off with his boy's mother before work. Oh the joys of early parenthood.
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