Wobbles

My Dear Canilo

Hold me a spot. I'm down, round, and ready to pound!

CS will come today, tomorrow, or the day after.

The Day the Earth Fell |Reboot| Welcome to Paradise

Went ahead and posted. Hope it's alright. B)

The Day the Earth Fell |Reboot| Welcome to Paradise

"Don't worry, Georgie. I'll be fine," Milo said, standing. He slung his knapsack over his shoulder and patted Georgie's hand. She was a fine lady – with a neck that shot off crookedly, and white, bristly hair crowning her head. Her eyes, though wild and brimming with an air of desperation, crinkled kindly at the edges when she smiled at Milo. "You're always welcome back here, Brooky. Y'come home if they don't wancha, see?"

"You take care of yourself while I'm gone. Don't lay too heavy on the gin, now."
"Aw, scram, kiddo."

That was the last conversation Milo had. He was given several tokens of remembrance by the occupants of Dead Town – a pair of boots, an old whittling knife, a raccoon tooth. Georgie had carved him a little necklace pendant from a gopher's skull and painted it in – a simple squarish piece with two overlapping, nested triangles on it, to match his neck brand. The boots, though old and busted through in the toe, proved very useful in the 2 day trek to Paradise Land. Though he couldn't feel any pain, the boots made it easier to scale the rugged terrain. Often while walking he would whistle, or talk to himself. Make up stories and tell them in all their exaggerated grandeur to an audience of only dirt and the occasional snake. But he was content – if not excited. Every step brought him that much closer to the looming mass in the distance: Paradise Land.

By time Milo reached the walls, his feet were bleeding, his face was dry, and his eyes were squinched up to almost nothing against the blazing sun. The boots had taken to collecting buggers – annoying desert insects that chewed away at Milo's feet. He had to empty his shoes of sand and buggers nearly every twenty minutes. This led to a fantasy that Paradise Land had – what did Lech call it – Grass? Small, green plantage that was comfortable against the toes? Something like that. Maybe nobody even wore shoes. Maybe they had environmental conditioning! Maybe it was cool inside the walls! Oh, man. His pace definitely picked up with that thought. However, he was immediately confronted with a problem – there was no door on this wall. Perhaps it's a secret door, he thought. He walked the whole distance of the wall, running along it with his fingertips, but no door, secret or other. He moved on to the next wall, and the next. No doors. I'm beginning to think all the people here are either fairies or ants. A few shots rang out from the top of the wall, and immediately Milo lifted his head. Flares of various colors soared in multiple directions. A few shouts followed. Some hullabaloo. Maybe they can let me in.

"Halloa up there!" he yelled. No response. He cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted again, "HELLO UP THERE!" One head poked over the ledge, and Milo waved his arms in response. "Do you happen to know where the door is? I can't seem to find it, and I'd really love to come in, if you'd have me!"

The Day the Earth Fell |Reboot| Welcome to Paradise

Milo Brooks

^{Maybe we feel empty because we left a piece of ourselves in everything we used to love.}

:.Born As.:

_{L-32, MILO BROOKS.}

:.What You See.:

_{As seen above. Additional pictures, one, two, three. Milo isn't quite sure exactly what it means, but on the back of his neck, he has tattooed two nested triangles. He's got several scars, including shredded and mottled skin along his collarbone. Overall, Milo has pale, dirty skin with a greenish hue that immediately indicates his status as Half-Dead.}

:.Also Known As.:

^{Miles, Smilo, Brooky, "Hmfduhgn"}

:.Appear To Be.:

^{19-21. Exact date of birth and age unknown.}

:.The Doctor Said.:

^Male.

:.I Swing Towards.:

^{Bisexual, foodsexual, people-who-don't-yell-at-me-sexual}

:.People Say.:

<sup>Those in Paradise Land would say he's a danger, a threat, a "deado" and a menace. Those in Dead Town say he's sweet – a bit delusional, perhaps, and overly hopeful. His optimistic nature is probably what got him killed, in their opinion. Before the incident, he was trusting of almost anyone he met, in an child-like manner. Now, though he's much more skittish and wary, he's still exceptionally trusting of strangers.

He doesn't often consider any dangers presented to himself when he's attached to a group. His focus almost immediately turns to the group as a whole, and what would benefit them. If that requires putting himself on the line, he'll do so without a second thought. Milo smiles constantly, thus, the nickname Smilo. He's generally a very happy guy, and though he's been through a lot, he still has hope for each new day.</sup>

:.What I Like To Do.:

^{Whittling, resting, and talking. He's always afraid that eventually he'll lose his ability to hear or speak, so he tries to do both as much as possible.}

:.Profession.:

^{Scavenging, surviving.}

:.The Past Was.:

<sup>Milo was raised by a surrogate father until he was 10. This surrogate father was a fleshunter, a skinner named Lech who dealt food, supplies, men and weapons to the surrounding rogue groups. Lech killed his mother shortly after she gave birth to Milo, and handed him off to one of the pack-women they held captive to cook and set up camp. This woman, Verity, loved him with all the love she had to give. He may as well have been her own son. Lech paid Milo no mind until he was old enough to walk and carry a gun. Then Lech introduced Milo as his son to all his customers, and taught him how to shoot, kill, skin, recruit – you name the dirty deed, Lech taught him. However, as much as Lech claimed he loved Milo, he was a harsh teacher. Each misfire was followed by a blow to Milo's neck or ear. Sometimes, the fleshunter would tell Milo about Paradise Land, and how wonderful it was – but that they weren't allowed inside, so they were going to train Milo to be a good boy so he could overthrow Paradise Land's leaders, and the whole pack would live in a palace. Near the end of his time with Lech, Milo proclaimed he didn't want to be a skinner, but a gardener, like Verity. Lech fell into a rage and struck Milo repeatedly. He soon sold Milo to one of his highest paying customers for 3,500 units.

Milo was put into a harsh program, known as the Guard, under his new possessor. The man's name was Roran Keaton, and he was wealthy – too wealthy. The Guard was established for his estate's protection and purposes. Milo was trained to shoot and kill those wandering into Keaton's territory, along with 19 other children in his segment. The purpose of the Guard, and Keaton's estate, was to one day invade and overtake the Paradise Land. According to Keaton, soldiers are best bought, then bred, so he acquired his soldiers young, with the intention of training them to do his bidding.

Milo spent the rest of his living days on Keaton's estate. He was a good soldier, and a good man – though transferred several times, he befriended and touched many of Keaton's soldiers. He was content, and his grandiose visions of Paradise Land faded. Soon after he graduated to ranking-age (that is, 19 years) his segment brought down a stray harpy that had been surveying for Paradise Land. They taunted it, hurt it. Milo thought she was beautiful. This is when he discovered his gift. The segment commander told Milo to kill the harpy, and handed him a knife. It was supposed to be a reward for Milo's quick graduation and loyalty to Keaton. It would have been his first blood. He had no intention on killing the harpy, but freeing her. However, when he got close enough, the harpy struck him with her wing. Milo was thrown several dozen feet and landed on his hands and torso. The pavement ripped his clothing and chest. The segment commander rushed forward to incapacitate the harpy, but Milo, still dazed from the fall, simply stretched out his hand, and the commander disintegrated.

The harpy went free, and Milo was executed for insubordination, mutiny, and treachery. He awoke in a shallow grave outside Keaton's estate with two shotgun wounds in his chest and no shoes. From there, he walked. He walked, and walked, and walked, until he came on the refugee settlement. Immediately, they cast him out and directed him towards Dead Town. He's been there ever since. He now bides his time and waits for the opportune time to visit Paradise Land.</sup>

:.The Proud.:

^{Half-Dead/Former Metahuman}

:.A Glorious Gift.:

^{Matter Transmutation/Disintegration. If he thinks hard enough, it'll turn into a little pile of ash. However, after his death, he's not been able to replicate the disintegration to the extent he did before. He tries a little every day.}

:.What I Have On Me.:

^{A jacket, a hat, a gun, and a smile.}

:.Who I Know.:

^{None yet.}

:.Blood.:

^{Lech (surrogate, deceased.)
Verity (surrogate, unknown.)}

:.Behind The Scenes.:

^{A song.}

The Day the Earth Fell |Reboot| Welcome to Paradise

Milo Brooks

^{Maybe we feel empty because we left a piece of ourselves in everything we used to love.}

:.Born As.:

_{L-32, MILO BROOKS.}

:.What You See.:

_{As seen above. Additional pictures, one, two, three. Milo isn't quite sure exactly what it means, but on the back of his neck, he has tattooed two nested triangles. He's got several scars, including shredded and mottled skin along his collarbone. Overall, Milo has pale, dirty skin with a greenish hue that immediately indicates his status as Half-Dead.}

:.Also Known As.:

^{Miles, Smilo, Brooky, "Hmfduhgn"}

:.Appear To Be.:

^{19-21. Exact date of birth and age unknown.}

:.The Doctor Said.:

^Male.

:.I Swing Towards.:

^{Bisexual, foodsexual, people-who-don't-yell-at-me-sexual}

:.People Say.:

<sup>Those in Paradise Land would say he's a danger, a threat, a "deado" and a menace. Those in Dead Town say he's sweet – a bit delusional, perhaps, and overly hopeful. His optimistic nature is probably what got him killed, in their opinion. Before the incident, he was trusting of almost anyone he met, in an child-like manner. Now, though he's much more skittish and wary, he's still exceptionally trusting of strangers.

He doesn't often consider any dangers presented to himself when he's attached to a group. His focus almost immediately turns to the group as a whole, and what would benefit them. If that requires putting himself on the line, he'll do so without a second thought. Milo smiles constantly, thus, the nickname Smilo. He's generally a very happy guy, and though he's been through a lot, he still has hope for each new day.</sup>

:.What I Like To Do.:

^{Whittling, resting, and talking. He's always afraid that eventually he'll lose his ability to hear or speak, so he tries to do both as much as possible.}

:.Profession.:

^{Scavenging, surviving.}

:.The Past Was.:

<sup>Milo was raised by a surrogate father until he was 10. This surrogate father was a fleshunter, a skinner named Lech who dealt food, supplies, men and weapons to the surrounding rogue groups. Lech killed his mother shortly after she gave birth to Milo, and handed him off to one of the pack-women they held captive to cook and set up camp. This woman, Verity, loved him with all the love she had to give. He may as well have been her own son. Lech paid Milo no mind until he was old enough to walk and carry a gun. Then Lech introduced Milo as his son to all his customers, and taught him how to shoot, kill, skin, recruit – you name the dirty deed, Lech taught him. However, as much as Lech claimed he loved Milo, he was a harsh teacher. Each misfire was followed by a blow to Milo's neck or ear. Sometimes, the fleshunter would tell Milo about Paradise Land, and how wonderful it was – but that they weren't allowed inside, so they were going to train Milo to be a good boy so he could overthrow Paradise Land's leaders, and the whole pack would live in a palace. Near the end of his time with Lech, Milo proclaimed he didn't want to be a skinner, but a gardener, like Verity. Lech fell into a rage and struck Milo repeatedly. He soon sold Milo to one of his highest paying customers for 3,500 units.

Milo was put into a harsh program, known as the Guard, under his new possessor. The man's name was Roran Keaton, and he was wealthy – too wealthy. The Guard was established for his estate's protection and purposes. Milo was trained to shoot and kill those wandering into Keaton's territory, along with 19 other children in his segment. The purpose of the Guard, and Keaton's estate, was to one day invade and overtake the Paradise Land. According to Keaton, soldiers are best bought, then bred, so he acquired his soldiers young, with the intention of training them to do his bidding.

Milo spent the rest of his living days on Keaton's estate. He was a good soldier, and a good man – though transferred several times, he befriended and touched many of Keaton's soldiers. He was content, and his grandiose visions of Paradise Land faded. Soon after he graduated to ranking-age (that is, 19 years) his segment brought down a stray harpy that had been surveying for Paradise Land. They taunted it, hurt it. Milo thought she was beautiful. This is when he discovered his gift. The segment commander told Milo to kill the harpy, and handed him a knife. It was supposed to be a reward for Milo's quick graduation and loyalty to Keaton. It would have been his first blood. He had no intention on killing the harpy, but freeing her. However, when he got close enough, the harpy struck him with her wing. Milo was thrown several dozen feet and landed on his hands and torso. The pavement ripped his clothing and chest. The segment commander rushed forward to incapacitate the harpy, but Milo, still dazed from the fall, simply stretched out his hand, and the commander disintegrated.

The harpy went free, and Milo was executed for insubordination, mutiny, and treachery. He awoke in a shallow grave outside Keaton's estate with two shotgun wounds in his chest and no shoes. From there, he walked. He walked, and walked, and walked, until he came on the refugee settlement. Immediately, they cast him out and directed him towards Dead Town. He's been there ever since. He now bides his time and waits for the opportune time to visit Paradise Land.</sup>

:.The Proud.:

^{Half-Dead/Former Metahuman}

:.A Glorious Gift.:

^{Matter Transmutation/Disintegration. If he thinks hard enough, it'll turn into a little pile of ash. However, after his death, he's not been able to replicate the disintegration to the extent he did before. He tries a little every day.}

:.What I Have On Me.:

^{A jacket, a hat, a gun, and a smile.}

:.Who I Know.:

^{None yet.}

:.Blood.:

^{Lech (surrogate, deceased.)
Verity (surrogate, unknown.)}

:.Behind The Scenes.:

^{A song.}

Gosh, this took forever! Hope it's okay. LMK if I gotta change anything. @VioletRose

The Day the Earth Fell |Reboot| Welcome to Paradise

Are you still accepting? I'd love to join if you are. :) @VioletRose

The Walking Dead: Safe Haven -CLOSED

@alexfangtalon Ohh! Okay. Thanks for clarifying. That's fine then, he can have a melee weapon. And yeah the car can be used, so if you want the group to have confiscated that that's cool. Annnnd gotcha with the timelines. Forget what the CS said then. :P

He probably has it because he's a hoarder and it was his mom's or something. It doesn't work, obviously.

@josephb Done!

The Walking Dead: Safe Haven -CLOSED

Name: Theo Martin
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Birthplace: Forks, Washington
Personality: Theo is hot-tempered, short-fused, and ill-mannered. He makes decisions in the heat of the moment, and more often than not those decisions come back to haunt him. He's snappy, and suspicious towards strangers. He lashes out at the slightest provocation. Although he has (many) drawbacks, he can be thoughtful, tender, and unselfish – when he wants to be.
Occupation before the breakout: Sophomore in highschool, spoiled brat of an only child.
Skills:

• Good with his hands. Knots, makeshift shelters, fixing broken knick knacks, etc.
• Relatively strong. He can't take on a full grown man and win, but he can hold his own in a fistfight.
• Cold tolerance. He can get by in a t-shirt and jeans when most have to bundle up.
• Emotional numbness. Maybe not quite a skill, but he never loses his head to all the horrors. Crying doesn't keep you alive.

Fears/incompetencies:

• Impatient. Walks fast, talks fast, thinks fast. Doesn't take time to consider options.
• Triggerhappy. He figures walkers can't hear for shit, so why be subtle?
• Queasy. He can't stand the sight of wounds, blood, etc – thus, the less walkers he sees, the better.
• Fears fire. Housefires, bushfires, any kind of uncontrolled fire scares him silly.

Equipment: Pistol, a molding loaf of bread, empty water bottle, scissors, the keys to a Lexus with no gas, and an iPod with one working earbud.
Group: San Clemente group.

History: Theo was born and raised in Forks, Washington where it rained, and rained, and rained. His mother hated it. His father tolerated it. But they stayed, because that's where the work was. Not that they needed the work – by all definitions, they were rich. They had a nice property, Theo went to the best private school that could be had, and his mother drove a Lexus. Every day before he would slosh his way to the bus stop, his mother would kiss his head and tell him someday they'd go somewhere where it was always sunny and never rained, ever. He believed her.

The years went on, and they stayed. Theo got rowdy, and after the third trip to the principal's office, his father said that if he would promise to not get in trouble, he'd buy him the gaming platform he'd been begging for. For the next five years, Theo's parents sedated him with iPhones, video games, and expensive clothing. But no matter how much they gave him, he still wouldn't sweep the floor, or take out the trash, or stop backtalking his mother. They blamed it on puberty, on the school's degrading social eloquence, on the fact that his father was never home, but always away on trips to the oil company – but never on Theo. After completing his sophomore year in high school, the three of them took a trip down to California. They spent a week in Dana Point, and Theo's mother loved it – so the three of them went to tour San Clemente High School, as a possibility for Theo.

Unfortunately, they never got the chance. The infection took everyone in sight – the walkers had no feeling, no remorse. Theo's father sacrificed himself for his wife, but Theo couldn't do the same. She was torn apart by the walkers, and Theo took their car and ran. It ran out of gas halfway between Dana Point and San Clemente, and Theo walked the rest of the way. By my first post, he will have just arrived at the school.

Who Can Post Last?

Nah m8.

Who Can Post Last?

The game is exactly what it says. Whoever has the LAST post in this thread is the winner! Say anything, doesn't matter what, just try to post last!

Bet I'm gonna win. B)