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I'll hit you up on Steam and you can fill me in! Is Connell still around?
I had a read of the posts since my last and I'm not gonna lie, I'm really confused haha.
My bad guys, there's some stuff that went on and dragged on for over a month but I'm back now. I'll get a post up but I'm not sure if this is still running?
Feel free to run in to me and Leon, but be prepared to have a gun in your face:L
"Allright?" Marshall repeated Sophia's words. "Just blew my best friends brains out an now I'm just layin' here next to his corpse?" He said. "Hell yeah I'm all right, I'm fantastic!" He said in a humorous tone - obviously drunk "Want some?!" He asked loudly, holding out the Whiskey bottle. "I mean... What are we doin'? Goin' to my house and then what? Goin' to the border?! Hell I wonder if the military is there! I wonder if there's any damn military at all... We're lost girl." He said, as he chuckled and took another drink of Whiskey.
"I don't think we're catching the drift that the fuckin' world is sending us! I mean... Surely if the national guard or military was still around they'd be like helpin' us out and doin' stuff. We've been in the dark since Pendleton and I mean, that place fell. Places like that don't fall. Maybe... Maybe it's a sign that the whole world has fell! We can't be the only ones around!" He said as he took a drink. "Or maybe I'm just talking a bunch of shit" He laughed. "Don't you get it? Don't you see it the way I see it? No body gonna' save us. No one ever comin'. Shit... No matter what, death always gonna' be there. Things always gettin' in the way." He said, as he took another drink. "The way I see it...?" He said and then spoke again in a humorous tone:
"WE are FUCKED!"
"I don't think we're catching the drift that the fuckin' world is sending us! I mean... Surely if the national guard or military was still around they'd be like helpin' us out and doin' stuff. We've been in the dark since Pendleton and I mean, that place fell. Places like that don't fall. Maybe... Maybe it's a sign that the whole world has fell! We can't be the only ones around!" He said as he took a drink. "Or maybe I'm just talking a bunch of shit" He laughed. "Don't you get it? Don't you see it the way I see it? No body gonna' save us. No one ever comin'. Shit... No matter what, death always gonna' be there. Things always gettin' in the way." He said, as he took another drink. "The way I see it...?" He said and then spoke again in a humorous tone:
"WE are FUCKED!"
Lying on the bed, almost asleep, he heard his friend shout for help. Shawn was a little drunk, but still - he got up and ran out the room. He ran down the hall, towards the room the noise was coming from, but he slipped, and the back of his head hit a table - knocking him out for about 10 seconds. Shortly after, he got up - his vision blurry and his memories dazed, though he remembered his friend shouting. He stumbled towards the room, entering it and seeing his friend in the bathroom with a Walker. "Oh shit!" He shouted, as he took out his revolver and aimed it at the Walker's head. "No... I could hit you!" He said, looking at the revolver. He threw it to the side, and instead took out his hatchet.
He grabbed the Walker's face, pointing it in the direction of Shawn. "Argh!" He shouted, as he hit the Walker in the head with is, sinking the sharpness of the hatchet in to the Walker's skull - destroying the brain. "Damn shit - you okay? Bit?"He asked, as he helped Leon get on his feet. Shawn bent over, picking up his revolver and put it in his holster. "Shit man. Had a few close encounters like that my self. Just try and, y'know, keep your wits about you." Shawn said, offering friendly advice. He walked out of the room, and in to the next. Opening the door slightly, he peeked through. Not much in sight, still, he wasn't going to go on assumption. He closed the door, and banged it a few times.
"One in here!" Shawn shouted to Leon. "I got 'em." He shouted. Shawn opened the door, and jumped to the side as the Walker fell flat on the ground. "Stupid son of a bitch." He said to the Walker, as he dug his hatchet in to it's skull. "Mmm. Smelly son' bitch." He stated, as he entered in the room. Looking around he didn't see much. Some unruffled bed sheets on top of a double bed, a TV that was all dusty, door to the bathroom and an empty kitchen. "Hell won't do much harm to search it." He said, walking in the direction of the rooms kitchen.
He opened the refrigerator - but before he got a chance to look in side he slammed it shut, and coughed a few times. Some really fucked up out of date food and milk made it stink to high heavens. He checked a few counters and drawers. "Fuck. Ain't nothin'." He said, leaving the kitchen and walking in the direction of the bathroom. "No Walkers - but, score! Toothpaste!" He said, grabbing it. It was one of the mini capsules. "Fuck yeah." He stated, as he walked back to their room.
Shawn took his toothbrush out of his bag, and entered the bathroom. He brushed his teeth for about two or three minutes, and spat out in to the sink. He then took a small sip of water, and he used it to rinse his mouth and spat again. He used a near by towel to clean his toothbrush and walked back out to the room. "There's toothpaste in there in case you need any." Shawn stated, informing Leon of the case. Shawn jumped on to the bed and lay down. He was a bit more sober now - and of course, nothing compared to the feeling of a big ass comfortable bed.
He grabbed the Walker's face, pointing it in the direction of Shawn. "Argh!" He shouted, as he hit the Walker in the head with is, sinking the sharpness of the hatchet in to the Walker's skull - destroying the brain. "Damn shit - you okay? Bit?"He asked, as he helped Leon get on his feet. Shawn bent over, picking up his revolver and put it in his holster. "Shit man. Had a few close encounters like that my self. Just try and, y'know, keep your wits about you." Shawn said, offering friendly advice. He walked out of the room, and in to the next. Opening the door slightly, he peeked through. Not much in sight, still, he wasn't going to go on assumption. He closed the door, and banged it a few times.
"One in here!" Shawn shouted to Leon. "I got 'em." He shouted. Shawn opened the door, and jumped to the side as the Walker fell flat on the ground. "Stupid son of a bitch." He said to the Walker, as he dug his hatchet in to it's skull. "Mmm. Smelly son' bitch." He stated, as he entered in the room. Looking around he didn't see much. Some unruffled bed sheets on top of a double bed, a TV that was all dusty, door to the bathroom and an empty kitchen. "Hell won't do much harm to search it." He said, walking in the direction of the rooms kitchen.
He opened the refrigerator - but before he got a chance to look in side he slammed it shut, and coughed a few times. Some really fucked up out of date food and milk made it stink to high heavens. He checked a few counters and drawers. "Fuck. Ain't nothin'." He said, leaving the kitchen and walking in the direction of the bathroom. "No Walkers - but, score! Toothpaste!" He said, grabbing it. It was one of the mini capsules. "Fuck yeah." He stated, as he walked back to their room.
Shawn took his toothbrush out of his bag, and entered the bathroom. He brushed his teeth for about two or three minutes, and spat out in to the sink. He then took a small sip of water, and he used it to rinse his mouth and spat again. He used a near by towel to clean his toothbrush and walked back out to the room. "There's toothpaste in there in case you need any." Shawn stated, informing Leon of the case. Shawn jumped on to the bed and lay down. He was a bit more sober now - and of course, nothing compared to the feeling of a big ass comfortable bed.
Never again. The two words flying through Marshall's head, as he prepared to leave the house. 'Never again am I staying home for the holidays. Should've stayed at school last time - practised Quidditch, cast spells - the lot of it.' He thought to himself. He decided to do a last minute check for the essentials - his Wand, his books, some other class equipment, his broom - and of course, his Owl. "Cumon already!" His dad shouted down the hall to him, to get a move on. "Just one second." He said back, as he grabbed his two trunks and loaded them in the back of the car. He then grabbed his Owl's cage (with the Owl in it), his broom and his Wand, he walked down the hallway - loading them in to the car also - except his Wand which he kept on him.
"Do - do good again this year. But don't start fights! Just focus on your school work and your Quidditch." His mother said, trying to reassure him things won't be as bad as last year. "How many times? I didn't start them. Good-bye mom." He said, as he hugged her, and then left for the front door. His dad, waiting, began to speak. "I'll be back as soon as possible, darling. Just need to get this to the station in New York." His father stated.
And so - they left for the journey - from Louisiana to New York. "Dad - aren't you gonna', y'know - fly?" Marshall enquired as to why they were still driving. "Of course I am. How dare you imply such an insult!" His father replied, shouting at him. "I'm not implying anything I'm sorry." Marshall said, looking out the window he saw the nice countryside of the state. And soon after, in to the sky they went. The one thing Marshall liked about the family was their flying car, but was terrified of his father.
On the outskirts of New York, the family had a family who they were freinds with. 'Michael' was the other families father. They landed at his house, using the active camouflage of course to stop others from seeing. They stopped here to use their fireplace to get to the station. After they greeted everyone, Marshall took his things in to the house, to the living room where his father and Michael were sitting. "Really should get one of these installed." Marshall's father stated, talking to Michael. "Saves you a fortune!" Michael replied.
Shortly after, it was time for Marshall to go. "Same as last time then? Just throw the floo powder down and say where you want to go, right?" Marshall asked Micahel. "Yes it's as simple as that." Michael replied. "Good-bye Michael - Dad." Marshall spoke, as he put his things with himself in to the fireplace. "You better do good." His father spoke. Marshall took the floo powder - throwing it on the ground as he spoke:
"Grand Central Station!"
It worked! And Marshall successfully got to the station. He put his trunks and stuff on a trolley, wheeling it in the direction of his destination - the entrance to the Salem Academy train platform. Shortly after, he made it to said platform. Looking around him he saw first years getting chased off their parents, all excited to go back. He saw others in his year but made no contact with them. A few confused second years, and just other students going around their business. He went up to the person who was loading everyone's stuff - and after waiting for him to get round to Marshall, his bags were loaded, and he walked to the train entrance with only his Wand, a copy of Quidditch through the Ages and a change of clothes in to his school uniform.
Entering the train, as usual, he was one of the first on. He walked very fast, and got a carriage to himself. "Phew." He said, as he put his stuff down on the seat, and then sat down on the one opposite, opening his copy of Quidditch Through the Ages!
"Do - do good again this year. But don't start fights! Just focus on your school work and your Quidditch." His mother said, trying to reassure him things won't be as bad as last year. "How many times? I didn't start them. Good-bye mom." He said, as he hugged her, and then left for the front door. His dad, waiting, began to speak. "I'll be back as soon as possible, darling. Just need to get this to the station in New York." His father stated.
And so - they left for the journey - from Louisiana to New York. "Dad - aren't you gonna', y'know - fly?" Marshall enquired as to why they were still driving. "Of course I am. How dare you imply such an insult!" His father replied, shouting at him. "I'm not implying anything I'm sorry." Marshall said, looking out the window he saw the nice countryside of the state. And soon after, in to the sky they went. The one thing Marshall liked about the family was their flying car, but was terrified of his father.
On the outskirts of New York, the family had a family who they were freinds with. 'Michael' was the other families father. They landed at his house, using the active camouflage of course to stop others from seeing. They stopped here to use their fireplace to get to the station. After they greeted everyone, Marshall took his things in to the house, to the living room where his father and Michael were sitting. "Really should get one of these installed." Marshall's father stated, talking to Michael. "Saves you a fortune!" Michael replied.
Shortly after, it was time for Marshall to go. "Same as last time then? Just throw the floo powder down and say where you want to go, right?" Marshall asked Micahel. "Yes it's as simple as that." Michael replied. "Good-bye Michael - Dad." Marshall spoke, as he put his things with himself in to the fireplace. "You better do good." His father spoke. Marshall took the floo powder - throwing it on the ground as he spoke:
"Grand Central Station!"
It worked! And Marshall successfully got to the station. He put his trunks and stuff on a trolley, wheeling it in the direction of his destination - the entrance to the Salem Academy train platform. Shortly after, he made it to said platform. Looking around him he saw first years getting chased off their parents, all excited to go back. He saw others in his year but made no contact with them. A few confused second years, and just other students going around their business. He went up to the person who was loading everyone's stuff - and after waiting for him to get round to Marshall, his bags were loaded, and he walked to the train entrance with only his Wand, a copy of Quidditch through the Ages and a change of clothes in to his school uniform.
Entering the train, as usual, he was one of the first on. He walked very fast, and got a carriage to himself. "Phew." He said, as he put his stuff down on the seat, and then sat down on the one opposite, opening his copy of Quidditch Through the Ages!
My character (Shawn Taggart) is with Antagonist's character (Leon P)
As long as we aren't running around with iPhones and all this fancy tech then I'm straight (Y)
I think I'll use floo powder from my house to the train station? Well, the bit of the train station that our train is at. I'll start working on it and try get my post up soon. (-:
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