Jason awoke, still exhausted, still incredibly drained of energy, but rubbing his eyes he looked around himself to see where the loud tapping noise was coming from, what he saw he almost couldn't comprehend in his state "What the...." he thought to himself as he looked at the large, fairly hairy man tapping on the glass of the door with a hatchet, he raised an eyebrow at the strange looking man before getting up, using the doors he had bolted shut to help himself, and looked this man over once more. He didn't appear to be infected, and that backpack of his probably had some halfway decent stuff in it, so, in Jason's currently half-concious state, he asked the question that seemed to make the most sense, in the way that seemed to make the most sense to him at the time
"Are you a Hallucination or an Undead, because I didn't order a pizza, and chinese express doesn't deliver anymore" Jason wobbled as he held tighter onto the bar to stop himself from doing some more of that in the future. Then he squinted his eyes, raised an eyebrow and waited for the man to respond, feeling proud of himself that he was able to handle such a delicate matter so well in his drunk-like state.
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iSuspect said
I'll get a post up either tonight or tomorrow after work. For those of you that are posting, better ready your characters for combat. :D
and so it begins.........again
Jason cringed slightly as he heard the banging of Talasyn's head against the dumpster, looking around, hoping to god that it hadn't attracted any zombies. Unfortunately, it had done so. Thinking quickly Jason took Talasyn's pipe and anything he could find in her bag, and stuck them into his backpack, then he slung his backpack over her shoulders. Suddenly having a flashback to old times spent with small family members, he picked up the small, scrappy girl and carried her over his shoulders, feeling the exhaustion begin to affect him, he wiped his sweaty face and......
Swung out at the approaching zombies, knocking the remaining arm off of one, and the other to his butt, then, stabbing with the thin part of the oar he knocked the wind out of the remaining zombie and booked it, as fast as a dead tired man carrying about 150 pounds of weight in human and supplies can book it, down the street, he didn't stop until he saw the sun begin to rise over the small town, and the hospital come into view. He ran into the hospital, sealed the door, and then fell down, exhausted, in the empty hospital's entryway
Swung out at the approaching zombies, knocking the remaining arm off of one, and the other to his butt, then, stabbing with the thin part of the oar he knocked the wind out of the remaining zombie and booked it, as fast as a dead tired man carrying about 150 pounds of weight in human and supplies can book it, down the street, he didn't stop until he saw the sun begin to rise over the small town, and the hospital come into view. He ran into the hospital, sealed the door, and then fell down, exhausted, in the empty hospital's entryway
All was dark, the acrid smell of burning metal, flesh and hair conjoined to create a burning, thick musk that perforated every bit of Jason;'s conciousness, the only other thing he could feel was the soft hairy fur of his companion, against his front as his back was pressed against the cold, hard, metal of the dish, the wind howling outside, racing past the two survivors, Jason could hardly understand what was going on, why was it all dark when clearly he could hear the distinct crackle of burning leaves.....
Jason suddenly snapped back to reality, the flashback gone, he sighed, remembering, as he lay on his bed, tossing a ball up and down, using the change in air pressure, the small wind currents, the sound of the ball hitting the ceiling as well the sound as the feel of his arm hair against the sheets to ascertain the exact position of the ball. He was waiting, and DEAR LORD ALMIGHTY did he hate waiting, the feeling of doing nothing, especially when something was going to happen, was pure torture for him, especially because he had already spent years here, the past few months of it doing nothing, just wandering the grounds, figuring things out, and making friends with the few who had stayed behind. So he entertained himself with thoughts of what this upcoming year would be like, what with the new students replacing the ones from last year, new friends, old friends "blahbity, blahbity blah, right Lucky?" Jason said as he teleported away, leaving the ball to drop onto his bed. Picking up and apple from his mini-fridge, and walking out the door, Lucky right at his ankles the whole time.
Hearing the sound of the bus arriving Jason and Lucky gave each other a quick nudge and began to race toward the parking lot, knowing that most, if not all, the teachers would be present for the arrival of the new students, which meant that Jason could steal down to the kitchen, grab a snack unseen, and quickly teleport to under a tree nearby or something to 'see' the new students as they arrived off the bus.
Which is precisely what Jason and Lucky did, arriving just in time to see the bus pull up the long driveway to the academy, and the teachers in a long line waiting to greet them, Jason and Lucky split the bacon and waited underneath a tree that was just downwind of the arrival zone, to 'see' what would unfold.
Jason suddenly snapped back to reality, the flashback gone, he sighed, remembering, as he lay on his bed, tossing a ball up and down, using the change in air pressure, the small wind currents, the sound of the ball hitting the ceiling as well the sound as the feel of his arm hair against the sheets to ascertain the exact position of the ball. He was waiting, and DEAR LORD ALMIGHTY did he hate waiting, the feeling of doing nothing, especially when something was going to happen, was pure torture for him, especially because he had already spent years here, the past few months of it doing nothing, just wandering the grounds, figuring things out, and making friends with the few who had stayed behind. So he entertained himself with thoughts of what this upcoming year would be like, what with the new students replacing the ones from last year, new friends, old friends "blahbity, blahbity blah, right Lucky?" Jason said as he teleported away, leaving the ball to drop onto his bed. Picking up and apple from his mini-fridge, and walking out the door, Lucky right at his ankles the whole time.
Hearing the sound of the bus arriving Jason and Lucky gave each other a quick nudge and began to race toward the parking lot, knowing that most, if not all, the teachers would be present for the arrival of the new students, which meant that Jason could steal down to the kitchen, grab a snack unseen, and quickly teleport to under a tree nearby or something to 'see' the new students as they arrived off the bus.
Which is precisely what Jason and Lucky did, arriving just in time to see the bus pull up the long driveway to the academy, and the teachers in a long line waiting to greet them, Jason and Lucky split the bacon and waited underneath a tree that was just downwind of the arrival zone, to 'see' what would unfold.
Landon said
Do we have enough people to get started?
Manapool would seem to think so
Dark Eternity said
How is everybody doing? I wish to see some more posts coming up =)
I concur
Penguin said
Hello! Do you guys think you're up to starting the IC today?
absolutely
Name: Jack Benson
Were: Bear
Skills: Excellent swordsman, and hand-to-hand combatant, nimble, makes for excellent distraction, able to take on multiple opponents
Personality: Jack is usually easy on the smiles, laughter and good times, in addition to this he has a head-on approach to most things that surprise some people. However, despite Jack's usually good-natured attitude and chilled out outlook on life, Jack has a temper. Indeed, for just as bears choose to eat nuts and berries and not feast until their hearts content on meat every day, so Jack chooses a life of easy-going attitudes. However, when the beast is awakened there are few things that are more deadly and NONE mightier, than an angry bear defending his home, family, and friends.
Appearance:
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Were: Bear
Skills: Excellent swordsman, and hand-to-hand combatant, nimble, makes for excellent distraction, able to take on multiple opponents
Personality: Jack is usually easy on the smiles, laughter and good times, in addition to this he has a head-on approach to most things that surprise some people. However, despite Jack's usually good-natured attitude and chilled out outlook on life, Jack has a temper. Indeed, for just as bears choose to eat nuts and berries and not feast until their hearts content on meat every day, so Jack chooses a life of easy-going attitudes. However, when the beast is awakened there are few things that are more deadly and NONE mightier, than an angry bear defending his home, family, and friends.
Appearance:
"Awesome, so there goes the plan to take the boat downstream" Jason said, seeing a lot of zombies heading in the direction of the river. "So what's your plan for tonight? cuz Mine's to make my way to the hospital, you know, see if there's anything that hasn't been totally ruined by whatever this is that's causing this" Jason rambled a little bit, nervous that it was getting dark
Tarantulass said
Ask her in IC, I'm sure you'll get the answer.
the plot thickens DUN DUN DUNNNN
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