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Everyone- LoneSilverWolf will be taking my spot for a few.

I am currently neck deep in school work. I also have a trip to Missouri for a federal court case. I will pretty much be gone from Feb. 27-March 10th. Please please please feel free to continue to RP. I am giving LSW all the information about the RP so he can run it while I am gone!

Keep up the great work everyone!
Ughh.. Sorry about not staying in touch. Things have been hell. Well anyways, I will post something shortly.

Feel free to post when you need! There is no rush to post! :P
Ohhh... I love the prince/modern day idea! Still open for that?
I don't usually post things on here, but I have been wondering about something for a while. I wanted to get your thoughts about recurring dreams. Do you have some of your own? Also, what do you think they mean? Do you have control over your dreams?

For me, I have had two. Both seem very real to me. The first recurring dream really isn't scary. It's me driving my first car (2002 Jeep Liberty). I can be driving just fine, but then the brakes will stop working, and the car will speed up. It's always in the same area in my dream, including the sun setting. I always run red lights, but I never hit any other cars/people. I simply dodge them.

My second dream is just crazy. It's so real, that I wake my husband up to check around the house to make sure I was dreaming. Call me freaking crazy, but it's about zombies. No two dreams are the same, but the setting and time is the same. It's like I was thrown into a simulator to see how I would handle a zombie situation. Again, it's so real, I feel like I am losing my mind.

I am interested to see how many of you experience what I am, and how you handle such a thing!
I will have Roberts post up sometime today or tomorrow.

How does everyone want to met? Forced together (by a herd of Roses; running into each other; etc...) or meet one at a time and build the group up?
Dioxide said
I suppose. I'll probably substitute geographical details with "wasteland", "desolate" and other synonyms xD


Dallas, Texas is pretty much a metropolitan area. xD Anything is possible in Dallas!
I'm breaking my mine too till Robert and Isabel met up! :P
“Marie!” she cried out once again when she heard her Aunt screaming. There was a lot of shuffling going on within the house. “Mariiieeee!” she screamed at the door. She banged her fist against the door, jingling the handle with force. “Marie!” she screamed again. When she screamed her name last, everything in the house went silent. Isabel stopped for a split moment, and realized the back door had been knocked out. Isabel pushed herself from the door, and running as fast as she could around the house. She pushed open the gated fence and pushing past all the weeds in the backyard. She ran straight into the glass door, only to see a horror show within the house. Blood was everywhere. Isabel stood frozen in front of the glass door, scared. She heard some slight shuffling from within. “Ma-marie?” She called out into the house. Isabel heard a slight sharp gasp coming from within.

Isabel stepped into the house, breaking some on the glass with her shoes. “Marie?” she called out. As she continued into the house, the glass shuffling against the floor slowly to fade away, till she could hear the squeaking of her shoes. She walked into the hallway with all the blood, and saw that the blood had lead upstairs. Isabel turned her back against the front door and looked around. She noticed that the weapon her aunt had used was tossed to the side. “Marie!” she screamed, running up the stairs. She followed the trail of blood to the master bedroom.

There she saw her uncles body on the ground motionless, and unrecognizable. The boils had busted open, causing the worse smell. Isabel covered her face almost instantly. She looked around, and noticed her aunt on her bed. Isabel rushed over to her, pulling her aunt into her arms. “Marie?” She asked, as she turned to see half of her face gone. Trying not to make any sudden faces towards her aunt, she hugged her. “Marie!” she cried out! “Darling.. run.. run somewhere safe!” her aunt cried out, before the last bit of air escaped her lungs.

Isabel released her aunt, looking around. Not sure where to do, Isabel just ran from the room, and down the stairs. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she stopped and fell to her knees, crying. What was happening, and what was she going to do? She wiped her tears, standing back up and slowly making her way back to the back door. She turned for a moment to look at the TV, and noticed that it went blank. She walked out of the house, and into yard, unsure where to go from that point.

Isabel looked around, taking in the fresh air. Wind blowing in her hair, and the sun beaming down against her skin. She wiped the remaining tears from her face and began to jog out of the yard. Isabel remembered that there was a police station a few blocks from her aunt’s house, and was sure that someone there could help.

As she slowly jogged, she noticed the streets were quite. Ridiculously quite. Hardly any cars, people walking around, and the bird were gone. She stayed within the yards of houses, to ensure nothing saw her, or she saw something.. else. After a short time of nothing, she reached the police station. Yet, there was no cars of any sort. When she walked up to the building, the front door had been kicked in, papers everywhere, and no one in site. She stepped into the building, looking around for any useful items.

~To Be Continued for Roberts Part
Dioxide said
That post was sad :<


MIne? :(
Roberts Part:
Hey umm.. Robert?” called a female voice from down the hallway. Robert was in his computer room, typing the last bit of things for the important meeting Dr. Pepper was holding the next morning. “Ya, be there in a few minutes darling!” he called out as he was typing the letter. It had to be finished before that night, so the boss could read it. It was very important that the meeting went through, because that means Dr. Pepper would had expanded with our companies. “Robert… I need help!” called the female again, but with a stern voice. Robert rolled his eyes and pushed himself away from the desk and slowly made his way down the hallway. He walked past his sons room, looking in to see him still sleeping. Robert continued into his room, to see the bathroom light on. He walked to the frame of the door and leaned in. His wife was in the shower.
“Yes Anna?” Robert said softly to her. “Robert, it hurts.” he pushed himself from the door frame and slightly turned his head. “What hurts?” he asked confused. “It hurts! Everywhere! Robert.. please..” Robert quickly get to the shower and pulled the curtain over, to see his wife laying in the bath tub, rubbing all over her body. He gasped when he saw what had started to grow on her body. “Anna!” he said softly as he kneeled down and grabbed her hand. “What happened!?” he asked quickly. He ran his hand over one of the boils that was growing on her arm. He could feel the thin layer of skin ready to bust open in any moment. “Oh no..” He stood up and looked around. “Anna.. stay here.. I will get you some help!” he said, running out of the bathroom. He jogged to his office, and picked up the phone to dial 911. When he hit the talk button, nothing happened. He hung up the call and dialed again.. nothing.
Robert slammed the phone down and leaned over his desk, wondering how she had gotten.. it. He made sure that his job a loud them both to stay home with this disease ran wild across the states. He turned around, leaning against his desk, he closed his eyes and sighed, trying to figure out what to do. “Mo-mommy?” Robert heard from down the hallway. Before he could process what his son had just said, there was a bloody scream from his only son. Robert pushed himself away from the desk, causing his desk to tip over. He ran out of his room to see a trail of blood leading into his son’s room. Robert quickly made his way to the door entrance to see his wife tearing into their son.
Some of the boils on her skin had already ruptured, forming what looked to be roses on her body. His saw his saw reaching out to him, saying nothing. Robert grabbed a baseball bat that was near the door and swung it at his wife. He kept hitting her till she released Vince. She stood up, eyes blood shot, and breathing hard. She started at him, causing Robert to swing again, but this time at her head. There was a slight yelp from her before she hit the ground, motionless. Robert looked at his wife, dropping the bat next to him. He stood there for a moment before looking at his son, who looked like he was trying to hold on to what life he had left.
His wife had bit into his neck, causing him to bleed out. Parts of his shoulders were missing, his cheek had been chewed into. Robert went over to his son and pulled him into his arms, holding him tightly against his chest. Biting his lip and closing his eyes, he whispered “I love you son…”, causing the tears to flood out. His son pulled away slightly, start to gasp for air. Vince raised his hand slowly, placing it onto his father’s cheek, and smiling. He nodded to his father’s reply. Robert placed his hand over his sons and closed his eyes, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
Within a few moments, Vince’s hand went motionless. Robert let out a soft cry, pulling his son closer to him. He wrapped both of his arms around him and began to cry. He just lost everything that he loved in a single night. Both of which he had to watch pass away. Robert reached over to his wife’s hand and grabbed it, crying a little harder. He pulled Vince away and laid him on the ground in front of him, looking back at his hands. He closed his eyes, hoping all of it was a dream. He opened his eyes back open to see the horror that had just happened.
Robert pulled himself into a standing position, grabbing the baseball bat and walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. He walked into his room, tossing the bat next to the door, and looking around. Robert noticed something on his wife’s night stand. Robert walked over to the stand, to see a written letter, with a picture of them two. Roberts eyes began to fill again.. she knew she was turning. He reached down and grabbed the letter and picture. He tucked it into his back pocket, and went into the bathroom. He walked in front of the mirror, only to see his shirt, face and hands was covered in blood. He turned the water faucet on and began to wash all the blood from his arms and face.
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