Attention: It is officially decided. I'm an idiot. I wrote my post on the family computer and forgot to check who was logged in. Little did I know, Panda was logged in. Slap me if you'd like, I deserve it >_<
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Suh dudes? Name's Llama.
Stuff I Like
- Dungeons and Dragons (Real RPG)
- Video Games (The Last of Us is my favorite game)
- Photography (I'm a professional, so it's kinda my thing)
- Film (Currently in Film School)
- Dogs (...no explanation needed)
- Good Rappers (J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Joyner Lucas, etc.)
Stuff I Don't Like
- People. (Jk, but I'm a super introvert)
- Cats (The antithesis of dogs)
- Lil Yachty, Lil Pump, Lil Xan, Lil Baby (You get the point)
Stuff I Like
- Dungeons and Dragons (Real RPG)
- Video Games (The Last of Us is my favorite game)
- Photography (I'm a professional, so it's kinda my thing)
- Film (Currently in Film School)
- Dogs (...no explanation needed)
- Good Rappers (J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Joyner Lucas, etc.)
Stuff I Don't Like
- People. (Jk, but I'm a super introvert)
- Cats (The antithesis of dogs)
- Lil Yachty, Lil Pump, Lil Xan, Lil Baby (You get the point)
Most Recent Posts
Emma - House - Monica/Ellis
Emma knew one thing - she didn't like this guy. He seemed arrogant... Monica was probably the only the stopping her from shooting him - she'd killed enough people, one more couldn't hurt. When the boy lowered his knife, Emma (though reluctantly) followed suit. She lowered her gun, and let it rest by her hip. She was still ready to put a bullet in him if he came at either one of them.
She looked at him with as silence settled. He was taller than her, and looked like he could definitely handle himself in a fight. He was also kinda cute... She suddenly became aware of her worn clothes and ratty mess of hair. She kept her face straight, however, and glared at him.
"What do you want?"
Emma knew one thing - she didn't like this guy. He seemed arrogant... Monica was probably the only the stopping her from shooting him - she'd killed enough people, one more couldn't hurt. When the boy lowered his knife, Emma (though reluctantly) followed suit. She lowered her gun, and let it rest by her hip. She was still ready to put a bullet in him if he came at either one of them.
She looked at him with as silence settled. He was taller than her, and looked like he could definitely handle himself in a fight. He was also kinda cute... She suddenly became aware of her worn clothes and ratty mess of hair. She kept her face straight, however, and glared at him.
"What do you want?"
I will say that I love the CS's that were posted. Very well thought out
Emma - Building - Ellis/Monica
Emma was surprised by the boy's speed, and she had to force herself not to fire a shot the moment he moved. She found herself backed into the wall, the guy's knife against her throat. Doing her best to stay calm, she kept the barrel to his chest. "Hey!" She said, shifting under the blade, he had a size advantage on her (but then again, so did most people...), but she could end it all with the pull of her trigger.
She leaned back as far as she could into the wall, and pushed against his chest, putting a couple feet between them. "Two choices - be a douchebag, and I can shoot you, or put the knife down and let us talk this out and possibly not have to kill anyone."
Abram - Hotel - Samantha/Liam/George
When Samantha curled close to him, he didn't try to comfort her. He waited until she was finished, supporting her the while. When she seemed okay enough to address the situation, he let her talk.
He smiled to the kid when Sam introduced him. "Hey, little man." He said, then turning to Leah, "This is Leah. How bout the two of you give me and your friend a minute to talk, then we can get somewhere safer."
He turned to the man, a sad and understanding expression dawning his face. "Abram Chamberlin. I'm sorry for whatever just happened here. We're gonna do everything we can to help you get your friends back."
Emma was surprised by the boy's speed, and she had to force herself not to fire a shot the moment he moved. She found herself backed into the wall, the guy's knife against her throat. Doing her best to stay calm, she kept the barrel to his chest. "Hey!" She said, shifting under the blade, he had a size advantage on her (but then again, so did most people...), but she could end it all with the pull of her trigger.
She leaned back as far as she could into the wall, and pushed against his chest, putting a couple feet between them. "Two choices - be a douchebag, and I can shoot you, or put the knife down and let us talk this out and possibly not have to kill anyone."
Abram - Hotel - Samantha/Liam/George
When Samantha curled close to him, he didn't try to comfort her. He waited until she was finished, supporting her the while. When she seemed okay enough to address the situation, he let her talk.
He smiled to the kid when Sam introduced him. "Hey, little man." He said, then turning to Leah, "This is Leah. How bout the two of you give me and your friend a minute to talk, then we can get somewhere safer."
He turned to the man, a sad and understanding expression dawning his face. "Abram Chamberlin. I'm sorry for whatever just happened here. We're gonna do everything we can to help you get your friends back."
Emma - Building - Monica/Ellis
Emma had enjoyed the 2 days of rest Monica had allowed her. Even still, it nagged her that she was laying around while Enrique and the others where off only God knew where. When Monica woke her up that morning, she'd instantly felt the same soreness she experienced every time she'd tried to move over the past days. She pulled the thread-bare blanket over her shoulders, instantly reminded that her simple, black tank-top did nothing to keep the cold from her skin.
When Monica left the room, Emma waited a couple beats before slipping from the bed. Her socks, which she didn’t dare to smell for fear of knocking herself, touched the wood floor and she could slightly feel a chill. She reached into her backpack pulling out her only spare shirt, reminding herself that she'd have to find more clothes before long.
She slid her arms through the shirt, buttoning it to the second to last button. She didn't bother picking up her jacket; it was so tattered that it didn't serve a purpose any longer. She added a jacket to the list of things she needed, and stepped to the door. She opened the door and met Monica in the other room, wolfing down the plate she was given.
Her eating was interrupted when Monica threw her hand up in caution. She glanced out the window and saw the boy: from what she could tell, her looked her age. His hair was a lighter shade of red than hers, but his face wasn't as hard set as hers. She guessed he probably wasn't as agressive as her, either.
The boy didn't look too threatening, but if she'd learned anything over the past 8 months, it was that people were naturally deceptive. Despite objections from Monica, Emma went to the back of the room, opening a window to the alley. She jumped to the ground, checking to make sure no walkers threatened her safety. She confirmed that she was good to go and rounded the building.
She took her gun from her waistband, aiming it straight at the boy. She eyed his weapon and called for his attention. "Hey! Put it down, now!"
Emma had enjoyed the 2 days of rest Monica had allowed her. Even still, it nagged her that she was laying around while Enrique and the others where off only God knew where. When Monica woke her up that morning, she'd instantly felt the same soreness she experienced every time she'd tried to move over the past days. She pulled the thread-bare blanket over her shoulders, instantly reminded that her simple, black tank-top did nothing to keep the cold from her skin.
When Monica left the room, Emma waited a couple beats before slipping from the bed. Her socks, which she didn’t dare to smell for fear of knocking herself, touched the wood floor and she could slightly feel a chill. She reached into her backpack pulling out her only spare shirt, reminding herself that she'd have to find more clothes before long.
She slid her arms through the shirt, buttoning it to the second to last button. She didn't bother picking up her jacket; it was so tattered that it didn't serve a purpose any longer. She added a jacket to the list of things she needed, and stepped to the door. She opened the door and met Monica in the other room, wolfing down the plate she was given.
Her eating was interrupted when Monica threw her hand up in caution. She glanced out the window and saw the boy: from what she could tell, her looked her age. His hair was a lighter shade of red than hers, but his face wasn't as hard set as hers. She guessed he probably wasn't as agressive as her, either.
The boy didn't look too threatening, but if she'd learned anything over the past 8 months, it was that people were naturally deceptive. Despite objections from Monica, Emma went to the back of the room, opening a window to the alley. She jumped to the ground, checking to make sure no walkers threatened her safety. She confirmed that she was good to go and rounded the building.
She took her gun from her waistband, aiming it straight at the boy. She eyed his weapon and called for his attention. "Hey! Put it down, now!"
Yay two more redheads!
Abram - Hotel - Samantha/Leah
Abram followed Sams gaze as she described the sight before them. He took his rifle from his shoulder and observed the hotel. He saw a ton of men, one of which he could sworn he'd seen before. He could see a couple people loading into a truck, spotting a blonde he would've sworn were Samantha, had he not known better.
The person that caught his attention the most, however was the little girl beside the blonde - whom he recognized instantly. Katie Salem. It explained why he thought he knew he man beside her - It was Tyler. Abram's first reaction would've been to put a bullet into Tyler's head. It was what he wanted to do so badly.
Tyler Salem had murdered his best friend, and left a little girl scarred, broken, and orphaned. He stopped himself from squeezing the trigger, as he saw the furious look on Tyler's face. Before he could say anything, Sam screamed and ran for the trucks.
Abram wrapped his around around the whole of her arm, but she slipped from his grip. "Sam, no!" He shouted. By the time Sam reached the hotel entrance, the truck was gone - Tyler and Katie with it.
Samantha fired a poorly aimed shot and dropped her gun, collapsing on the ground in tears. Abram knelt by Samantha and place a large hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, kid... I promise you, we'll find her."
Abram followed Sams gaze as she described the sight before them. He took his rifle from his shoulder and observed the hotel. He saw a ton of men, one of which he could sworn he'd seen before. He could see a couple people loading into a truck, spotting a blonde he would've sworn were Samantha, had he not known better.
The person that caught his attention the most, however was the little girl beside the blonde - whom he recognized instantly. Katie Salem. It explained why he thought he knew he man beside her - It was Tyler. Abram's first reaction would've been to put a bullet into Tyler's head. It was what he wanted to do so badly.
Tyler Salem had murdered his best friend, and left a little girl scarred, broken, and orphaned. He stopped himself from squeezing the trigger, as he saw the furious look on Tyler's face. Before he could say anything, Sam screamed and ran for the trucks.
Abram wrapped his around around the whole of her arm, but she slipped from his grip. "Sam, no!" He shouted. By the time Sam reached the hotel entrance, the truck was gone - Tyler and Katie with it.
Samantha fired a poorly aimed shot and dropped her gun, collapsing on the ground in tears. Abram knelt by Samantha and place a large hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, kid... I promise you, we'll find her."
Abram - Near Tina's Apartment - Samantha
((please ignore any mistakes. I wrote this on my phone. /me cries.))
Abram found that Samantha did exactly what he thought she would. The others had gone to sleep by the time she'd walked out, so she probably thought she was being sneaky. Abrams bag was almost fully packed when he heard the door open and close.
Just as he was about to walk out, fully armed, he heard a small voice behind him. "Abram?" He turned around to see Leah, her own backpack hanging by the strap from her hand. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"How's your leg?" He asked. She smiled, satisfied.
"Well enough. Let's go before she gets to far." Leah proposed, earning a nod from Abram. He opened the door, putting a hand her back and following her of the door. He shut it quietly before continuing down the hallway.
Samantha was in sight a minute later, at the end of the road ahead of them. Leah notified him of a Walker about 20 yards back, but he dismissed it. Their brisk pace caught them up to Sam in decent time. Abram stepped to her right, matching her pace, Leah doing the same on her left. "So which way are we headed?"
((please ignore any mistakes. I wrote this on my phone. /me cries.))
Abram found that Samantha did exactly what he thought she would. The others had gone to sleep by the time she'd walked out, so she probably thought she was being sneaky. Abrams bag was almost fully packed when he heard the door open and close.
Just as he was about to walk out, fully armed, he heard a small voice behind him. "Abram?" He turned around to see Leah, her own backpack hanging by the strap from her hand. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"How's your leg?" He asked. She smiled, satisfied.
"Well enough. Let's go before she gets to far." Leah proposed, earning a nod from Abram. He opened the door, putting a hand her back and following her of the door. He shut it quietly before continuing down the hallway.
Samantha was in sight a minute later, at the end of the road ahead of them. Leah notified him of a Walker about 20 yards back, but he dismissed it. Their brisk pace caught them up to Sam in decent time. Abram stepped to her right, matching her pace, Leah doing the same on her left. "So which way are we headed?"
Emma - The Streets
Emma looked at the woman, sizing her up. She honestly didn't look threatening at all. She slightly reminded her of her mom, which slightly upset her. "Well... I guess if Rudy trusts you, you can't be that bad..." She muttered, lowering her gun. It took her a minute, but when her heart rate settled, she recieved an unpleasant reminded that she was bleeding pretty badly. Her left hand crossed her abdomen and applied pressure to the gash, but she could see some blood seeping through her fingers.
Emma swallowed, feeling heavily dizzy. "I- uh... wouldn't say I don't need help..." She removed her hand and saw her blood seeping down her jacket and then to the ground. I little pool had started to form by her ankle. "I'm not in great position to do any serious travelling..." She said, letting her arm fall to her side, the handcuffs rattling as they dangle from her wrist. She looked to the woman with a pleading expression, the increasing pain causing tears to well in her eyes. "I'm in bad shape..."
Abram - Baton Rouge - Tina and others
He slightly tensed, his eyes locked with the woman's. "No, I don't plan to leave." He said, plainly. His eyes temporarily glanced to the young guy who spoke up, calling the woman "Tina".
Abram sighed lightly. "I'm not sure who this Tremblay is you speak of, but I'm a bit tougher than I look." He mentioned. "We ran into a couple of thugs in the mall area, if that's who you mean."
"I killed people before they starting coming back from the dead, so I'm right at home. Don't think a couple of punks who think they can shoot an assault rifle and call themselves soldiers are gonna scare me off." He shook his head. "No, sorry, but I'll be here 'till I find the people I'm looking for. I'll apologize beforehand if we have to rub shoulders for me to accomplish that."
Emma looked at the woman, sizing her up. She honestly didn't look threatening at all. She slightly reminded her of her mom, which slightly upset her. "Well... I guess if Rudy trusts you, you can't be that bad..." She muttered, lowering her gun. It took her a minute, but when her heart rate settled, she recieved an unpleasant reminded that she was bleeding pretty badly. Her left hand crossed her abdomen and applied pressure to the gash, but she could see some blood seeping through her fingers.
Emma swallowed, feeling heavily dizzy. "I- uh... wouldn't say I don't need help..." She removed her hand and saw her blood seeping down her jacket and then to the ground. I little pool had started to form by her ankle. "I'm not in great position to do any serious travelling..." She said, letting her arm fall to her side, the handcuffs rattling as they dangle from her wrist. She looked to the woman with a pleading expression, the increasing pain causing tears to well in her eyes. "I'm in bad shape..."
Abram - Baton Rouge - Tina and others
He slightly tensed, his eyes locked with the woman's. "No, I don't plan to leave." He said, plainly. His eyes temporarily glanced to the young guy who spoke up, calling the woman "Tina".
Abram sighed lightly. "I'm not sure who this Tremblay is you speak of, but I'm a bit tougher than I look." He mentioned. "We ran into a couple of thugs in the mall area, if that's who you mean."
"I killed people before they starting coming back from the dead, so I'm right at home. Don't think a couple of punks who think they can shoot an assault rifle and call themselves soldiers are gonna scare me off." He shook his head. "No, sorry, but I'll be here 'till I find the people I'm looking for. I'll apologize beforehand if we have to rub shoulders for me to accomplish that."
Emma - Streets
Emma was glad when she broke through the woods. She could see the sign that marked the on ramp for the interstate - maybe 150 yards away. She could hear the walker from the woods behind her, but she didn't turn to kill it. She was dizzy and week from blood loss, so she doubted she could aim well enough and she didn't have a knife. She checked behind her, down the street. Nothing in sight. She didn't see anything in front of her, so she start to walk forward. An overpass connected to the other side at the end of a bridge, and Emma could make out some houses. She decided that she could find something to bandage herself with and maybe disinfect the wound.
She heard another snarl from the walker, and then a loud thud from the woods. She turned as a leaves rustled, pointing the revolver at the emerging figure. She would have fired for fear of it being a walker except, the woman said her name.
”I’m just here to talk.” Somehow, Emma had a suspicion that this woman didn’t just want to talk. People just didn’t do that now days.
“H-how do you know my name?” She stammered.
Abram - Baton Rouge - Tina and Co
Abram didn't want to talk to another human being besides the girls. But as his normal luck would have it, he found himself staring at woman and her group. One of them noted Leah, and Abram tensed, drawing his gun. "You all should leave Baton Rouge," she said. "It's not a kind place to newcomers."
He regarded the young woman - she was pretty and obviously very confident. He nodded. "Thanks for the tip." He said. "I'll make sure I shoot on sight next time." He looked at her, feeling Leah scoot close to him.
"You're right, boy." He said to the guy. "We do have a kid. And for her sake I'd like to avoid any conflict. You seem like reasonable folks if I'm correct." He eyed the woman with unwavering stillness. He then met eyes with the young man, daring him to move for his weapon. Abram almost wanted it to happen. He wanted to show that he could protect his friends. He felt so powerless, and he wanted to regain that power. His height and size only did so much. He waited for their response.
Emma was glad when she broke through the woods. She could see the sign that marked the on ramp for the interstate - maybe 150 yards away. She could hear the walker from the woods behind her, but she didn't turn to kill it. She was dizzy and week from blood loss, so she doubted she could aim well enough and she didn't have a knife. She checked behind her, down the street. Nothing in sight. She didn't see anything in front of her, so she start to walk forward. An overpass connected to the other side at the end of a bridge, and Emma could make out some houses. She decided that she could find something to bandage herself with and maybe disinfect the wound.
She heard another snarl from the walker, and then a loud thud from the woods. She turned as a leaves rustled, pointing the revolver at the emerging figure. She would have fired for fear of it being a walker except, the woman said her name.
”I’m just here to talk.” Somehow, Emma had a suspicion that this woman didn’t just want to talk. People just didn’t do that now days.
“H-how do you know my name?” She stammered.
Abram - Baton Rouge - Tina and Co
Abram didn't want to talk to another human being besides the girls. But as his normal luck would have it, he found himself staring at woman and her group. One of them noted Leah, and Abram tensed, drawing his gun. "You all should leave Baton Rouge," she said. "It's not a kind place to newcomers."
He regarded the young woman - she was pretty and obviously very confident. He nodded. "Thanks for the tip." He said. "I'll make sure I shoot on sight next time." He looked at her, feeling Leah scoot close to him.
"You're right, boy." He said to the guy. "We do have a kid. And for her sake I'd like to avoid any conflict. You seem like reasonable folks if I'm correct." He eyed the woman with unwavering stillness. He then met eyes with the young man, daring him to move for his weapon. Abram almost wanted it to happen. He wanted to show that he could protect his friends. He felt so powerless, and he wanted to regain that power. His height and size only did so much. He waited for their response.
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