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Walking Dead rp

Tom - Railroad Tracks - Jack, Jessalyn.

Tom rolled onto his side, gazing towards the ground, picking pieces of grass out of the ground; flicking them. Tom looked upwards towards the two every so often.. he ran his fingers through his short hair, closing his eyes.. quite tired, he gave off a small yawn before rolling onto his side; seeing the smile.. he fired back with a smile towards the girl before replying, mouthing the words "Hi." followed by another smile.. he kept on his side, playing with the grass blindly while looking towards the kind woman.. it reminded of him of his own mother, warm-hearted, caring and kind.. he couldn't help but keep a wide smile upon his face, revealing his straight and white teeth towards the woman.

Walking Dead rp

Tom - Railroad Tracks - Jessalyn, Jack

Tom kept his mouth shut-.. he watched in silence as the man degraded him and then watched as the man decided to turn his back on the boy and sit down.. leaving the boy standing, just in utter shock at how rude and mean a person can be, he had never encountered a person before who was mean to him like that man was to him.. he watched as the woman stuck her hand out towards him, as she introduced herself; he accepted the hand into his soft small hand slowly.. giving off a frown before he stated his name in his regular soft-voice which was mixed with a nervous stutter. "T-T-.. T-.. Tom.. n-nice to m-..meet you.."

Tom stood gazing downwards at his feet standing in silence for the longest time, until only speaking to respond to the kind gesture of food and shelter the woman had offered him, "T-t-.. thank y-you.. b-.. but I am fine for now.." the boy's stutter seemed to wear off as he started to feel that his presence was more comfortable and welcome, and that he wasn't here to be put down with malicious insults..

The boy stayed seated on some gravel at the side of the railroad tracks as he waited for the doctor and the woman to come back after she had received her examination, he whistled to himself.. doing nothing out of the ordinary, he turned his head.. watching as the doctor and the woman reappeared back into his sight and started walking back towards him where they planned to rest and hang out again.

The boy gave a thin-smile towards the two as they approached them, then he layed on his back.. placing his hands behind his head, looking into the quite cloudless sky.. a nice day it was, the sun beating down onto the left side of his face; causing him to squint his eyes.. his small torso rose and fell with every given breath, his eyes slightly covered up by his bangs.

He wasn't sure if the 'doctor' asked him whether or not if he was alone, or was it the woman he asked.. he just gave a slight nod.. not going to intrude into something that he didn't think he belonged in, he rested his eyes; keeping them closed so the sun didn't irritate them.

The Sixth Blight (Dragon Age Roleplay)

I'm interested.

Walking Dead rp

Tom - Railroad Tracks - Floyd, Jack, Jessalyn.

Tom meant no harm in his intentions, yet he was about to be treated as if it were the other way around. He watched in utter horror as the bearded man pointed his bow at the man in the labcoat, loaded and everything, and then the man turned towards Tom, giving a strong put-down based upon his speech.

Tom stuck his hands slightly upwards in the air, his legs about buckling underneath him due to the fear that was overwhelming his senses at the moment.. he didn't ask for any trouble, nor was he looking for it - so he decided to explain his intentions towards the man, but he couldn't speak much louder than he did previously. He bit down on his lower lip.. he gazed to his left and right nervously, speaking oncemore in the same tone-.. his normal soft spoken voice, which wasn't very loud.. but quite shakey, all the same. "I-I.. I mean n-no harm.. I-I.. I'm n-not going to r-rob you.." Tom looked to be unarmed, not a weapon on him besides a hunting slingshot which was secured to the back of his rucksack, and a knife aswell just next to the slingshot which was encased in a nylon sheath.

Tom swallowed hard, he lowered his hands back down towards his sides when he felt safe in his sub-conscious that he wouldn't be shot at.. he did it slowly, and in a non-threatening manner.. his hands just slowly gliding towards his sides. Tom doesn't know what else to say.. he's at a loss for words, just all shook up from the situation that is going on currently.. he keeps eye-contact with the man.. he doesn't want to show disrespect and then get an arrow through his throat.

Walking Dead rp

QT made fun of my characters speech!

Your goin' to pay for that one!

Also, I will reply after Myst posts.

Walking Dead rp

Tom - Railroad Tracks - Jessalyn/Lynn/Floyd/Jack.


Tom finished freshening up, he placed his hand under the bottom of his shirt; raising the cloth to his face.. patting his skin dry. He gazed over his shoulder, he could of swore he heard talking.. and then the roar of a motorcycle.. maybe the other fellow left-..?

Tom found that it was a good idea to find out the reasoning behind the whole ordeal and what went down, since he couldn't quite hear /everything/ that was said or did in the process of the conversation, he hoisted his rucksack farther onto his shoulders.. he looks to his left and right, seeing nothing but.. trees. It was the only time he really had felt safe and security in the past few months, he could bend down.. take a drink, without a care in the world - he couldn't do that before.

The boy walked back where he came from in the woods, soon seeing the light that shone down upon the woods; and then the train-tracks, where he noticed two individuals - and one walking offwards down the tracks towards some infected, he bit the corner of his lip in nervousness.. he pulled on his suspenders, snapping them on his skin-.. he adjusted his Amish Dress Hat, which had a raised telescope top.. the hat worn was suitable for people in the amish community for ages twelve to fourty-five, so he still had alongtime to make use out of it. He made himself presentable.. he didn't want to look like a slob, and then he slowly walked out of the woods-.. he stood beside the tracks in some gravel now, he could physically touch the woman and the man if he wanted to at this point..

He turned on his heels, not of his shoes-.. he was barefoot, he was dressed in nothing but some grey Amish denim pants, his black hat, his suspenders, and a grey sleeveless vest which showed his scratched up wrists, and arms-.. from walking into rough terrain where thorns protruded.

Tom gave a slight wave of the hand towards the two.. now three, as he noticed a man who had also ran up from out of nowhere.. he greeted himself in a soft-spoken voice, barely audible.. "D'-.. d'ello, I-I-.. I'm T-Tom.. I-I w-was w-watchin' f-from b-back there.." you'd really have to listen to hear him, he's quite choked up.. his main trait is that of being shy, very shy.. semi-mute. He chews on his lip nervously with his hands behind his back, his fingers interlaced with his other hand.. nervously awaiting a response.

Walking Dead rp

INVOLVES MORTIMER & MYST.


Tom kept his aim steady, his eyes squinted.. focusing upon Mortimer's throat, looking for any sudden movements which would be considered agression; the slingshot that he used was at its max capacity for draw-length, the rubber stretched out far. He held the leather pouch firmly between his fingers which encased a steel ball bearing which would be used as his ammo if he needed to fire.. but he didn't.

Tom watched as the woman ontop of the boxcar exchanged words with the man, settling their differences it seemed from his quite far point of view. He gave a sigh of relief, feeling quite relaxed now that he knew he didn't have to take a persons life.. which probably would haunt him until the day he died. The boy rested backwards against the large tree, he closed his eyes.. shaking his head in disbelief that such actions had 'gone down'.

Tom stopped his rest, quickly standing to his feet; still behind the cover of the tree - he reached behind himself with his palms facing inwards, brushing off dirt and dust off the seat of his pants, aswell as his knees.. he started over back towards his belongings, placing his slingshot inside his rucksack oncemore, until he heard some footsteps.. and then a snap of a branch, he paid no mind to it; thinking that it might just be an animal, it is slightly wooded afterall.

Little did he know, it was one of the women who he had witnessed ontop of the boxcar, aswell as her sister.. he continued to pack things up, and he hitched his rucksack onto his shoulder - he heard some rushing water, thinking it was a river; he started towards the sound with careful steps - making sure that his footing was placed properly so he didn't risk the chance of falling and snapping his neck on a rock.

He took a knee next to the river, bending his head forward-.. he dipped his hands into the water, soaking them with the fresh water.. rubbing it across his face - washing it.. he slurped some which was trapped within his palms, feeling refreshed.

(Tom is currently at the river which the ladies were heading towards.)

Walking Dead rp

I'll start doing that aswell.

Walking Dead rp

I plan on doing waypoints on the New Orleans map with every location my character goes to.

Walking Dead rp

(A very outdated map of New Orleans, the same one that Tom has currently have in his possession - a book of maps for densely populated cities was never more useful.)


There was no doubt about it, the idiom "calm before the storm" was true fact.. if you would consider the storm being a zombie outbreak. Tom found himself trapped in a world of his own, one that he never thought would be possible.. one that would inflict fear into him for the rest of his days, his parents had been swarmed.. killed, ripped limb by limb; which caused him to flee, he's now about four and a half football fields away from being into the city deemed 'New Orleans' by the looks on his map, he is currently just on the beginning parts of the New Orleans and Carrollton Railroad; which led away from Jefferson City. He nodded to himself in affirmation before he rolled up the map up as if it were to be placed in a bottle, but instead - he shoved it sideways under his black suspenders.

Tom placed his hands on his hips in a sloppy fashion, before squinting his eyes - looking down the long, almost seemingly endless stretch of track.. which he knew was not the exact case, it had to end somewhere.. but the thought of being isolated, walking on some rusty tracks out in the open, with nothing but trees to his left and right; scared him.. he grasped the brim of his hat, taking it off.. revealing his traditional Amish haircut, or atleast what was left of it.. it having gone shingled and long, but then cut short by Tom when needed with use of a rusty trusty knife that he had learned to admire.

He dangled his hat off to his side, exhaling deeply through his mouth, his cheeks puffed.. his lips in an o-formation, his cheeks went flat.. his breath out-.. he took another one and started to trek onwards down the left side of the tracks.. this wasn't a time of all work and no play, he would occasionally balance upon the rail of the track and go one foot after another as if he was a circus performer.. but his fun was cut off short. What laid ahead of him was a puzzling sight, he had walked about one-hundred yards now with not a sight but the occasional leaf blow by with help of the wind.. but no, this was different.. he now witnessed a man loitering around a substantial amount of incapacitated railway cars, and ontop of one stood a woman who appeared to be armed with a pistol.

Tom took no time to get into cover, he threw himself to the right side of the tracks.. doing a roll until he was hidden within the brush of the woods. Tom clambered to his feet with copious amounts of agility present, slipping his arms out of his rucksack. Tom slung the rucksack infront of where he kneeled, unbuckling a plastic restraint which held a hunters slingshot firmly into place.

He took a firm grasp upon the designated handle of his slingshot in his right hand, his fingers clasped tightly over the handle.. so tight that his knuckles were white. Tom reached into his pocket, his small fingers feeling about before he grasped a cold metallic object, yanking it out of his pocket; this metallic object being a steel ball bearing, which was his ammo of choice for his wrist-rocket. Tom rolled the ball-bearing from his palm down to his fingertips in his left hand where he applied a tight grasp with his thumb and index finger, fumbling it into the pouch of the slingshot.

Tom pinched off the leather pouch of the slingshot with his fingers so the ball couldn't escape/drop out prematurely before firing, he disregarded his rucksack.. duck-walking upwards out of the woods.. kneeling behind a tree-.. he pulled back on the pad containing the bearing, thus stretching out the rubber cording it was attached too. Tom kept his ears trained onto any speech that might come out of the individuals, his aim with the slingshot was primarily focused upon the man.. a nice aim directed towards his windpipe. He was ready to kill if it meant protecting a woman, the woman in his mind; innocent of all fault in this situation.. Tom kept seated, ready for whatever was about to go down.. holding his breath - he wouldn't miss.. not for nothing.