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Pre-Guildfall, 2008. Communication is what makes a lasting roleplay.
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You guys work on collabs faster than anyone I've ever seen. It's good! I'll have a post up soon.
So many possibilities for CatDog jokes in that post, Fox. So many.
Charlie didn't miss the sound of the girl's stomach rumbling, but she did try to disguise her laugh with a quiet cough. No doubt Ashley was embarrassed and self-conscious enough as it was, a laugh could be terribly misinterpreted. Finally seated in the small, brightly lit fast food restaurant, Charlie let herself relax a lot more. “I'll take a water, please?” she asked the waitress, offering her best smile.
Once the woman walked away to fetch their drinks, Charlie turned back to her dining partner. The longer they went without talking, the more she knew things would become awkward, and it was already darting about in her mind that maybe kidnapping this girl and taking her to get food was a stupid idea and might make her uncomfortable.
“Sorry about my friend, she can be a bit much sometimes.” She paused briefly, rubbing her wrists where the glow sticks had been, then mumbled the rest, “I hope you're not weirded out by any of this, or, um... you know.”
Painfully aware of the old, scuffed book still in her hand, she stashed it away in her lap and looked back at Ashley. It started to feel as if self-consciousness was contagious, and Charlie began fiddling with her curls to distract herself, determined to rid herself of the feeling. While the angel on her shoulder told her she'd feel better when she wasn't hungry any more, the devil on the opposite shoulder told her she was a freak and that Ashley would certainly feel the same, especially if she opened her mouth again.
The waitress arrived to save her from her thoughts, placing the sprite and ice water on the table. “Thank you,” Charlie said, smiling again. She leaned back, wobbling on the back legs of her chair to reach the straw stand, and plucked a pair of straws from the tin. She set one of the straws down beside Ashley's sprite and went about studying the menu.
She managed to read one line before she started up again. “What you said, about having someone like that in your life... don't you have anyone like that?”
Once the woman walked away to fetch their drinks, Charlie turned back to her dining partner. The longer they went without talking, the more she knew things would become awkward, and it was already darting about in her mind that maybe kidnapping this girl and taking her to get food was a stupid idea and might make her uncomfortable.
“Sorry about my friend, she can be a bit much sometimes.” She paused briefly, rubbing her wrists where the glow sticks had been, then mumbled the rest, “I hope you're not weirded out by any of this, or, um... you know.”
Painfully aware of the old, scuffed book still in her hand, she stashed it away in her lap and looked back at Ashley. It started to feel as if self-consciousness was contagious, and Charlie began fiddling with her curls to distract herself, determined to rid herself of the feeling. While the angel on her shoulder told her she'd feel better when she wasn't hungry any more, the devil on the opposite shoulder told her she was a freak and that Ashley would certainly feel the same, especially if she opened her mouth again.
The waitress arrived to save her from her thoughts, placing the sprite and ice water on the table. “Thank you,” Charlie said, smiling again. She leaned back, wobbling on the back legs of her chair to reach the straw stand, and plucked a pair of straws from the tin. She set one of the straws down beside Ashley's sprite and went about studying the menu.
She managed to read one line before she started up again. “What you said, about having someone like that in your life... don't you have anyone like that?”
To Chris' surprise, the members of the group immediately dispersed in accordance to hers and Tony's suggestions. With a look, she communicated to him that she had not expected them to do so, and he shrugged in response. Giving the rest of the group a once-over – a head count, more or less – she marched off towards the back of the house. The rest of the survivors checked everything else, the weirdest pair picked the inside of the house, and Chris had no intention of being alone with them. They had proven perfectly capable of looking after themselves, just as everyone else had.
Tony might have been the only one in the group likely to freeze up or hesitate. Would it make him a target of the others? Chris tugged him closer to her as she walked, muttering a warning to him not to trust any of them.
Both spun around at the sound of more undead, only to see the redhead girl defeat the creature with her broom handle. Baton half raised, Chris swept her eyes across the yard once more, just to make sure there weren't going to be any more unwelcome surprises, and overheard the conversation. “Lloyd and Olivia,” she absently informed Tony, lest his hearing had somehow faltered. She started back towards the house.
“She'll need these,” Chris mumbled, mostly to herself, as she wrenched an arrow from one of the undead. Tossing it at her friend's feet, she gestured to the rest of the fallen and spoke to Tony. “Get the rest of her arrows, but be careful, yeah?” At his nod, she moved around the back of the house.
One lurker sat behind a tree, another faced the wall of the house, and a third stumbled towards her from the middle. She slammed the baton into the side of its head, raised it again and drove the butt end into its soft skull. Before it fell she moved onto the next; the one by the wall. Her legs throbbed and complained, but she ignored the pain. The creature reacted as soon as she was within reach and threw out its arms to grab at her. Chris ducked and pushed it onto its back, then broke into its skull with her baton. Finally, she approached the third.
Tony came to rest at the well with an arm full of arrows. He produced a cloth strip from his backpack and began to wipe the arrows clean while he waited for his friend to come back. He watched the three newcomers appear at the fence, and the ballerina girl welcome them, remaining quiet as the rest of the grounds were checked. Everyone seemed so efficient and he would only get in their way if he tried to help. By the time he finished cleaning the archer's arrows, Chris still hadn't reappeared.
Leaving the arrows in a neat pile beside the well, he slowly approached the house. As he came closer, Chris stumbled around the corner. Fresh blood added to the stains on her fire department shirt and the spatter across her face and arms; the baton in her hands sporting what looked like brain matter. “I'm fine,” she insisted, waving him away when he tried to help her. He hovered at her side as they rejoined the others. “Back of house clear,” she announced.
Tony might have been the only one in the group likely to freeze up or hesitate. Would it make him a target of the others? Chris tugged him closer to her as she walked, muttering a warning to him not to trust any of them.
Both spun around at the sound of more undead, only to see the redhead girl defeat the creature with her broom handle. Baton half raised, Chris swept her eyes across the yard once more, just to make sure there weren't going to be any more unwelcome surprises, and overheard the conversation. “Lloyd and Olivia,” she absently informed Tony, lest his hearing had somehow faltered. She started back towards the house.
“She'll need these,” Chris mumbled, mostly to herself, as she wrenched an arrow from one of the undead. Tossing it at her friend's feet, she gestured to the rest of the fallen and spoke to Tony. “Get the rest of her arrows, but be careful, yeah?” At his nod, she moved around the back of the house.
One lurker sat behind a tree, another faced the wall of the house, and a third stumbled towards her from the middle. She slammed the baton into the side of its head, raised it again and drove the butt end into its soft skull. Before it fell she moved onto the next; the one by the wall. Her legs throbbed and complained, but she ignored the pain. The creature reacted as soon as she was within reach and threw out its arms to grab at her. Chris ducked and pushed it onto its back, then broke into its skull with her baton. Finally, she approached the third.
Tony came to rest at the well with an arm full of arrows. He produced a cloth strip from his backpack and began to wipe the arrows clean while he waited for his friend to come back. He watched the three newcomers appear at the fence, and the ballerina girl welcome them, remaining quiet as the rest of the grounds were checked. Everyone seemed so efficient and he would only get in their way if he tried to help. By the time he finished cleaning the archer's arrows, Chris still hadn't reappeared.
Leaving the arrows in a neat pile beside the well, he slowly approached the house. As he came closer, Chris stumbled around the corner. Fresh blood added to the stains on her fire department shirt and the spatter across her face and arms; the baton in her hands sporting what looked like brain matter. “I'm fine,” she insisted, waving him away when he tried to help her. He hovered at her side as they rejoined the others. “Back of house clear,” she announced.
followthecandles said I'm awfully sorry about not being around guys. I think I might just have to leave the rp because I'm only going to get busier from here. :/
Rarity said I'm really sorry to hear this, but I'm sure everybody understands.
Aw, that sucks, but of course we understand.
That'll be it, won't it? They finally come to terms with the fact CatDog are nuts, and just so happen to be alone with them or something.
Silver Fox said I'm surprised no one questioned Cat just about face planting Dog into zombie mushed skull xD
Haha, I think Chris just doesn't want to go there and Tony's trying to black out traumatic visuals. I think soon they'll have no choice but to fully realise who CatDog are, and that'll be a fun moment.
Hey there boss, welcome back! Good holiday weekend?
Look what I just scrolled past.
Silver Fox used the word "zombie". The jig is up.
Edit: I wrote that post with my arm in a sling... do I get a prize?
Edit: I wrote that post with my arm in a sling... do I get a prize?
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