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9 yrs ago
Current People please I beg you! be creative when creating new RPs! no supernatural school shit!! There's enough already!! and its getting old! be creative! do something no one thought about!!!
9 yrs ago
God! can you guys stop posting RPs about supernatural schools!!? Be creative for fucks sake! >.<
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9 yrs ago
peanut butter and jam...peanut butter and jam.

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@Aims pleeeease tell me I can still join!! This RP seems very interesting! I've read the interest check and I definitely want in!! Both of those movies are my fav too >.<
Words of encouragement came from Carter, it was helpful. Before heading off to the back of the motel, Greg stopped carter for a brief moment "Thanks for the pep talk colonel" he thanked carter as he nodded at him to let him know he is ready. And he was, with such encouraging words. He sheathed his crimson combat knife, and kept his machete in hand as they rushed to the motel in stealth.

When they reached the last spot in the parking lot, there was a small sports car, they stood behind it in effort to stay hidden and unnoticed. Greg checked the rear side of the motel, there were a couple of those things walking aimlessly in the area. "We can take'em down" whispered Greg to Carter in a harsh serious sound. Looking back, Greg sighed in fear, once again he was uncertain and shaky, but gave Carter no signs about it. Suddenly another multiple shots were heard from the motel.

"They are still alive! lets go!" Greg cried. He directed their path, when they reached the rear side. Two zombies noticed them, as they approached Greg sliced through one of the zombies neck, its head dropped giving a disturbing sound of its skull cracking. Carter killed the other, they both made their path clear through to the back door. Greg shifted his gaze to carter and nodded. Greg thought if there are humans in there why not knock!?

Greg knocked the door and yelled "Anyone in there? We came to help..we heard the gunshots so we figured someone is alive! Open up quickly!".
@MisterMonkeyFaceI wont take long. But if you had to sleep, sleep it fine with me. :D
@MisterMonkeyFace I'm about to post!
Just moments after one of the gents left the bar in a noticeable hurry, A man entered, unstable his foot steps were, trying to reach the bar before falling off Wu noticed. "Drugs" Wu thought. He have done drugs once, it wasn't pleasant it was more likely a bad patch. Wu's tension faded slowly so did his throat sore. He craved to order another drink, the booze was so tempting, Wu never started a drink before gulping another dozen of'em down. "Oh man, I'd kill for another drink" he cried in his head. Looking around, he noticed how everybody enjoyed drinking, excluding one man.. the newcomer.

As the newly stranger sat on a stool trying to roll a tobacco cigar on the counter Wu couldn't help but notice the man's shaking hands, Wu thought about asking the man for one, but decided not to, he had to keep his head clear and focused. When suddenly the carpenter busted through the doors and quickly reached the bar, he whispered something to rose, Wu looked away, searching for a good looking whore to warm his bed tonight. When one grabbed his full attention, she was smoking hot in a red panties and high heels, as he started approaching her, yet to take his first step, the felon stood and headed straight for the door as he bid his farewell to the bartender. Wu was relieved once more.

For a moment Wu was utterly calm and relaxed, he even thought about taking a bottle of wine with him upstairs to drink as he f***ed the whore. Until a moment of an unexpected chat happened between the carpenter and the felon. Wu's heart jumped into anxiety and tension, for he knew what was going on at that brief moment. The carpenter is after the ten thousand Wu concluded. And he was right, it all fit quiet nicely, the carpenter running outside in a rush, whispering to Rose, trying to seduce the felon in staying put at the saloon. Wu held his breath a bit as he swallowed hard. When suddenly an old man entered the saloon in an angry beat.
@ClocktowerEchos good luck with work.. I'll have no pleasure in killing your character hehehe
@ClocktowerEchos you still with us in this??
@MisterMonkeyFace read your post! Now I go to sleep -0-
"If it's locked we'll unlock it with that E-tool of yours, it's very useful." Greg whispered. "The fire escape?" He wondered. We should probably check the backdoor first, it might be open. Greg tilted his body and faced Carter, "lets say there are a couple of them at the back.. do you think we could take'em out?" He asked in a shaky voice. Greg was still scared of those "things". The melted flesh. The dropping blood, Drooling all over, not to mention the scary growls the made. It was grossome, disgusting on so many levels. But to think they were once humans..

Greg unsheathed his machete and crimson combat knife, propping it on his lap, showing it to Carter. "best to use melee weapons, we don't want to make any noise, gotta stay silent" Greg said. He checked the motel's front doors again, the horde was still there. Greg noticed some zombies eking out from alleys and some hidden spots. "Their number is growing by the minute! We better hurry Carter!" Cried Greg in a low soft sound. "We better get moving! Lead the way." Greg ordered.
I think I'll post something before going to bed. (yawn)
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