I'm just wondering where Shannon should go next.
Should she be aware of Travis + Ryland now?(Maybe be in the room across) and approach them now or bide her time and follow after them until they have their little stand off?
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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The noise drilled into Shannon's mind like a metronome, as she sat there patiently, waiting. Her legs were tucked into her chest and she was trying to steady her erratic breathing.
The outbreak had spiralled the hospital into chaos, everyone fled in an instant and left everyone else to fend for tthemselves; including Shannon. The poor Irish girl had been left shellshocked after watching a patient tear into a nurses neck, and everyone had left her in that state until she realised she was alone.
She had no idea if there were any more of these.. things, and where they'd be. She wanted to go and find her mother, but she didn't want to burst out of the front doors and be greeted by a madman.
If she could even call them that ymore.
She had searched the halls for a completely empty ward - most patients had fled as well - and she had situated herself in the furthest corner behind a bed. It was a pathetic idea, even she knew that; but she was clinging onto the hope that the military and the police were already dealing with it.
She'd been sat there for a good few hours by now, accompanied by only her shaky breathing and the obnoxious beeping from one of the machines at the other side of the room. At times she thought she could hear footsteps, and she'd hold her breath until her eyes water. She never discovered who they belonged to, nor if they were actual footsteps or if it was just her mind playing tricks on her. She'd nearly fallen asleep a few times, but she was determined to stay conscious. Her patience was wearing thin, she hoped that it wouldn't be long until someone found her; insane or.. Normal.
Was insane really the word? Shannon didn't want to sound like a 12 year old boy, but these people had seemed to follow all the cheesy features from horror movies. She shook her head in disbelief a one thought ran through her head.
She was surrounded by zombies.
The noise drilled into Shannon's mind like a metronome, as she sat there patiently, waiting. Her legs were tucked into her chest and she was trying to steady her erratic breathing.
The outbreak had spiralled the hospital into chaos, everyone fled in an instant and left everyone else to fend for tthemselves; including Shannon. The poor Irish girl had been left shellshocked after watching a patient tear into a nurses neck, and everyone had left her in that state until she realised she was alone.
She had no idea if there were any more of these.. things, and where they'd be. She wanted to go and find her mother, but she didn't want to burst out of the front doors and be greeted by a madman.
If she could even call them that ymore.
She had searched the halls for a completely empty ward - most patients had fled as well - and she had situated herself in the furthest corner behind a bed. It was a pathetic idea, even she knew that; but she was clinging onto the hope that the military and the police were already dealing with it.
She'd been sat there for a good few hours by now, accompanied by only her shaky breathing and the obnoxious beeping from one of the machines at the other side of the room. At times she thought she could hear footsteps, and she'd hold her breath until her eyes water. She never discovered who they belonged to, nor if they were actual footsteps or if it was just her mind playing tricks on her. She'd nearly fallen asleep a few times, but she was determined to stay conscious. Her patience was wearing thin, she hoped that it wouldn't be long until someone found her; insane or.. Normal.
Was insane really the word? Shannon didn't want to sound like a 12 year old boy, but these people had seemed to follow all the cheesy features from horror movies. She shook her head in disbelief a one thought ran through her head.
She was surrounded by zombies.
Sorry I didn't mean to sound like I was nagging! D:
Mhm she is.
Mhm she is.
I hate to be naggy im just scared you may of missed my file
Chances are I wont post properly until tomorrow but I may today just dont expect an entire essay cos im on my phone!
Chances are I wont post properly until tomorrow but I may today just dont expect an entire essay cos im on my phone!
Name: Shannon Callahan
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: (the fact that you told me not to almost instantly gave me the initiative to shove "Human" right here.) Caucasian.
Appearance:
Clothing: A red suit shirt and black pencil skirt that hangs above the knees to start with - as she worked a secretary internship/part-time job.
Equipment: Nothing entirely beneficial, a mobile phone - and stationary like a pen.
Weapons: None.
Bio/Background: Shannon is still a baby to America, having travelled from Dublin in Ireland about a year ago with her mother. She has no idea who her father is (he wasn't there pat her birth) and her mother has given her no other excuse than he just wasn't there. She was a simple student at school until her mother had a car accident and became paralysed from the waist down. Shannon therefore had to try and manage her own education and their house's income by trying to work at the same time - so she took up a part-time job in the hospital where she was paid; though not a lot. When the outbreak happened, she was still at work; and has been unable to leave. Her main objective is to guarantee her mother's safety (as she's still home) and keep them both alive.
Occupation Pre-Apocalypse: High School Student; Part-time Hospital Intern
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: (the fact that you told me not to almost instantly gave me the initiative to shove "Human" right here.) Caucasian.
Appearance:
Clothing: A red suit shirt and black pencil skirt that hangs above the knees to start with - as she worked a secretary internship/part-time job.
Equipment: Nothing entirely beneficial, a mobile phone - and stationary like a pen.
Weapons: None.
Bio/Background: Shannon is still a baby to America, having travelled from Dublin in Ireland about a year ago with her mother. She has no idea who her father is (he wasn't there pat her birth) and her mother has given her no other excuse than he just wasn't there. She was a simple student at school until her mother had a car accident and became paralysed from the waist down. Shannon therefore had to try and manage her own education and their house's income by trying to work at the same time - so she took up a part-time job in the hospital where she was paid; though not a lot. When the outbreak happened, she was still at work; and has been unable to leave. Her main objective is to guarantee her mother's safety (as she's still home) and keep them both alive.
Occupation Pre-Apocalypse: High School Student; Part-time Hospital Intern
is it too late to join? (i'm probably not going to get a CS written up til tomorrow depending on how fast your reply is.)
very very very very interested
the cook i cannot explain how great your picture is
CLEMENTINE I MISS U
the cook i cannot explain how great your picture is
CLEMENTINE I MISS U
interested.
that took a while for me to think of how to write, phew
decided to get myself involved in Locksley's mission because a. She's a hacker and support so why isn't she supporting either of the robberies and b. Because I felt like it. Deal with it.
Now she's with Marian at the diner - we can use the diner as a "hub" for all of the characters if you want, not necessarily a Merry Men hideout. (Because otherwise Marian would be seen as quite stupid if she's figured it out) just a place for everyone to be able to access if they're struggling with jumping in, or their scenes are becoming quite dry.
decided to get myself involved in Locksley's mission because a. She's a hacker and support so why isn't she supporting either of the robberies and b. Because I felt like it. Deal with it.
Now she's with Marian at the diner - we can use the diner as a "hub" for all of the characters if you want, not necessarily a Merry Men hideout. (Because otherwise Marian would be seen as quite stupid if she's figured it out) just a place for everyone to be able to access if they're struggling with jumping in, or their scenes are becoming quite dry.
Aria wasn't an insomniac, she just didn't like sleep. It also wasn't that she never slept in the entirety of her life, in fact, when she did feel like sleeping she embraced it willingly. She'd wake up feeling fresh and awake - but it wasn't like she felt like that without sleeping anyway. She had originally waited on a banking firm's website for any corporate assholes trying to sign in so that she could nab their passwords and "accidentally" withdraw all of their savings to her address. But as she sat on the end of her bed in complete darkness aside from the bright laptop screen she was huddled around as if it was the only campfire in Antarctica, she was notified by Robert that he was going to make a move on Carl Flanagan. Aria had kept tabs on Mr Flanagan, he never put his phone down normally. Flanagan sure enjoyed to multitask at the wheel, sometimes he'd smoke, sometimes he'd intoxicate himself, and sometimes he was ringing girls that were half of his age asking them if they wanted a "slice of Flanagan". She knew all of this, because she heard it. Aria didn't bother informing Robert of Flanagan's activities whilst driving, it wasn't appropriate and she sometimes did enjoy keeping her information a secret. However, she did tell Robert the route that Flanagan was assumed to be taking - and she gave him a rough idea of where would be the best spot to intervene his "leisurely drive". She made sure to keep the lights dimmed on that road so no one could see (not like the neighborhood in that area of town really cared). Then she left him to it, normally she'd talk it through with them via an earpiece but she knew this wasn't going to be a hard robbery. Flanagan could only ever be described as an absolute buffoon.
Aria always had quite an early shift in the diner, because then it made it easier for her to hide the fact that she was associating herself with the "normal" and the "abnormal" like her father called them. The morning's were usually empty, not that it was a problem. It gave Aria time to sit back and pretend she wasn't working with a group of people who steal more than millions from corporations every month. Her will to pretense didn't mean that she didn't enjoy being part of the Merry Men, she just needed to ensure she felt that way. Marian Anderson came to the diner usually every morning for breakfast, there wasn't an exact time but Aria knew exactly what Marian would like and already had the cooks prepare it. As Aria settled herself down into one of the booths in the corner of the restaurant, the door let out a trademark squeak - which you could only ever hear in the mornings, the rest of the day it was too loud - that signified Marian's arrival.
"Morning!" echoed through the diner and Aria hopped up to her feet.
She was dressed in a red and white sleeveless sleeveless top and a black skirt that hung just above the knees. She was surprised that Marian had never questioned the fact that Aria worked in a diner that her father nor mother would be satisfied with, but maybe Marian just kept it to herself. Marian's father had met Aria's family numerous times, that was one of the main reasons that they met after private school.
"You're uh, food's already being cooked, Marian! How was your evening?" She called out into the diner as she hastily made her way towards the kitchen, she didn't bother trying to figure which booth Marian was in because 1. she already knew and 2. she was the only one here. She pushed through into the kitchen and still listened intently for Marian's reply as she received the meal that Marian always wanted from the two quite vertically challenged cooks. Aria worked fast and was already by Marian's side with the plate and a drink of water in hand.
"Voila. Your meal has arrived, madame." She set the food and drink in front of Marian and joined her in the booth, sitting across from her.
Aria always had quite an early shift in the diner, because then it made it easier for her to hide the fact that she was associating herself with the "normal" and the "abnormal" like her father called them. The morning's were usually empty, not that it was a problem. It gave Aria time to sit back and pretend she wasn't working with a group of people who steal more than millions from corporations every month. Her will to pretense didn't mean that she didn't enjoy being part of the Merry Men, she just needed to ensure she felt that way. Marian Anderson came to the diner usually every morning for breakfast, there wasn't an exact time but Aria knew exactly what Marian would like and already had the cooks prepare it. As Aria settled herself down into one of the booths in the corner of the restaurant, the door let out a trademark squeak - which you could only ever hear in the mornings, the rest of the day it was too loud - that signified Marian's arrival.
"Morning!" echoed through the diner and Aria hopped up to her feet.
She was dressed in a red and white sleeveless sleeveless top and a black skirt that hung just above the knees. She was surprised that Marian had never questioned the fact that Aria worked in a diner that her father nor mother would be satisfied with, but maybe Marian just kept it to herself. Marian's father had met Aria's family numerous times, that was one of the main reasons that they met after private school.
"You're uh, food's already being cooked, Marian! How was your evening?" She called out into the diner as she hastily made her way towards the kitchen, she didn't bother trying to figure which booth Marian was in because 1. she already knew and 2. she was the only one here. She pushed through into the kitchen and still listened intently for Marian's reply as she received the meal that Marian always wanted from the two quite vertically challenged cooks. Aria worked fast and was already by Marian's side with the plate and a drink of water in hand.
"Voila. Your meal has arrived, madame." She set the food and drink in front of Marian and joined her in the booth, sitting across from her.
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