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**Scarlett - Baton Rouge Streets- Tyler**
Scarlett had thought that after the supply run they had, and the horrid abduction of Katie, everyone would have decided to take a day off and just relax in the small building. Of course nothing had gone as Scarlett wanted ever since the day of her own abduction and today seemed to confirm it.
The small group either ran or jogged through the streets of Baton Rouge, on their way to exchange supplies. Scarlett didn't believe it. She had agreed to go with Tyler, promising Katie that she'd bring him back to her safely. That was the main reason that she didn't simply go up to the two biters up ahead and slice their heads off with her blade. She listened to Tyler and kept close as they walked away.
It relieved Scarlett to hear that Tyler didn't trust what was going on either. She nodded to him as soon as he spoke, whispering quietly back to him that she hardly trusted anyone in the group. She'd have to discuss this with him at a later time. There was something off about the group but Scarlett couldn't exactly put a finger on it. Once Tina and Jace went on, she only dared to speak in a voice slightly louder than a whisper, "We'll talk once we get back. Something isn't right but I don't know exactly what. Just be careful around them, okay?" Scarlett looked at Tyler as they walked, frowning slightly as she tried not to think of the negative. "Come on. We'll lose them." With that, she picked up her pace and unsheathed her machete pro. It always made her feel safer with it at the ready.
**Samantha - Baton Rouge - Abram**
After Samantha woke Turisa up, she gave the young woman a bit of space so that she could fix herself after she had gotten out of bed. She smiled apologetically and turned to face towards one of the few windows the room had and began to walk over as she listened to Turisa. "Yeah, pretty much. We'd feel better if you'd stay with the girls. If you came along with us, they'd be alone and just the thought of that makes me sick to my stomach."
Once Samantha heard the jingle of the keys, she turned around and smiled at Turisa, making her way over to her. "Thank you so much. This means a lot to me." She made no promises to bring the truck back. From her previous experiences with not only the biters, but thugs that roamed the highways, there was no guarantee that they would even make it back alive. Either way, Sam was beyond grateful, feeling the slightest bit of hope once more and momentarily forgetting about her troubles. Without thinking, she gave the police officer a brief hug before muttering the words 'thanks' and 'sorry' and running off out of the room and downstairs to fetch Abram.
"Let's go. Jess and the baby still seem to be asleep, so Turisa will fill her in when she wakes up." Butterflies flew around in Sam's stomach as she thought about leaving the safety of the house. _'Back to the old routine'_ she thought as she grabbed her beretta and the blade she had been fiddling with while everyone was asleep. She stood at the door patiently while Abram gathered his things, watching him carefully. She would have to learn how to handle guns better and by the looks of it, Abram more than enough.
Once they were ready, Sam was the first one out the door. She had already made sure that there were no biters in sight in the backyard, so she carefully crept around the side of the house with the blade at hand.
Nothing.
It was still eerie how seemingly calm it was around the area. "Honestly, I feel like one of these days something is going to pop out of no where." Samantha sheathed her blade and began walking towards the truck, unlocking it with the small control that was attached to the key chain and tossed the keys to Abram. "Oh and, Turisa said if we could fill her up. We'll be needing more gas if we want to make a quick escape in case things get bad." With that being said, Sam climbed up into the passengers seat and sat her weapon down before looking for the map. In her time living in Louisiana, she had never really been outside of the University campus. Hopefully the map would be a better guide than she was.
**Appearance**
Identical twins, both have the same hair color and skin tone, but Scarlett sports a pixie cut while Samantha has long hair. Both standing at 5'3". Samantha is a bit more curvy than Scarlett. Sam weights about 125 while Scarlett weighs 115 lbs.
**Samantha:** Sam has long, wavy, blonde hair that falls to the small of her back. Her eyes are a blue color and she has plenty of tan freckles around her small nose and cheeks, her skin tan. Having played soccer, mainly being the goalie for many years, she is definitely the more "tom boyish" type, and typically wears tan combat boots, light blue skinny jeans and a white long sleeve blouse with a leather jacket over it. She also has a full sleeve of tattoos on her right arm.
**Scarlett:** She has short, blonde hair styled in a pixie cut. Her eyes a more green than hazel but she has the same freckles that her twin sister has, the same tan skin. Unlike her sister, Scarlett is a bit more graceful, having spent her years in gymnastics and ballet. She has no tattoos and the only piercings that she has are the two on her ears. She prefers to wear clothing that will help her remain free and flexible. She's usually wearing some sort of running pants or leggings, a loose long sleeved black shirt and a black hoodie over it; she wears this along with running shoes.
Name : Scarlett Watson
Age : 25
Skill : A gymnast, is a people person, book smart and can cook.
Preferred Weapons (up to three) : 9mm beretta, gator machete pro, and whatever else she can find whenever she faces trouble.
Personality : While Sam is a somewhat difficult to approach, Scarlett will welcome almost anyone with open arms and a smile on her face. Scarlett is a complete sweetheart from the moment she meets someone. Don't let it fool you though, everyone has their secrets. Once Scarlett is pissed, she has no mercy, but she will rather leave people to die by the walkers than actually kill them.
Name: Samantha (Sam) Watson
Age:25
Skill: Being a soccer player, Sam is a fast runner, being able to sprint and keep her speed for a good distance. She can take a hit and knows how to fight. She might not be as book smart as her sister but she is street smart.
Preferred Weapon: 9mm beretta and whatever she can find useful.
Personality: Samantha is a very blunt girl. She takes a while to open up and only cares about her survival as well as her sister's. If she likes you, she's a complete sweetheart and will do whatever she can to make sure you're safe.She might seem like a smartass, a jerk at times, but she does cry easily.
Brief Bio : They are originally from Pheonix, Arizona but ended up in the city when they both received full ride scholarships for two different reasons. They were the eldest of their siblings. Having a younger sister and a baby brother that were killed when the outbreak happened, along with their parents. Scarlett would volunteer at a nearby gym to help kids with gymnastics while Sam worked as a part-time store manager at the local mall.
**Samantha - The House - Abram**
Sam had been taken by surprise when Leah came into the kitchen to sit down. She had been so lost in thought that she didn't hear the girl. The night had been eerily quite and Sam was wondering why. No where she had ever been to had been this quite. Where were the biters? She dismissed the thought by telling herself it was because they were probably closer to the downtown area.
Soon, Abram had walked in and greeted the two already in the kitchen and Sam smiled as she looked up. "Morning. Hope you got in some good sleep." She listened to Abram speak as she fiddled with a lengthy blade she had found in one of the drawers while she looked for food. "Okay. I found some canned food and sat it over there," she motioned towards the sink before continuing, "I say we leave Turissa here. It would make me feel better knowing someone with a little more training would be watching over the girls." She turned to Leah and shot her an apologetic smile, "No offense, Leah."
Samantha stood up and stretched, turning towards the window to look outside. "Eat a little something before we leave. I'm going upstairs to ask Turissa if I can borrow her keys." She smiled at the two before making her way out of the kitchen and through the living room. It was weird being back in a normal house with people she technically didn't really know, but she had to trust. _'Maybe if Scarlett were here, it wouldn't be so alien.'_ After nearly taking the stairs two at a time, Sam knocked lightly and peeked into every room upstairs until finding Turissa. "Good morning." She didn't know if she was waking the police officer up or not so she lingered at the door as she waited for a reply. "I just needed to borrow your keys. Abram and I are going to scout out the area and on a supply run if possible." She didn't know how Turissa would take that she wasn't going to be going as well. Did she want to go? It was her truck after all. "I hope you don't mind. We won't be too long."
**Samantha - The House**
After settling in and going through most of the belongings inside of the house, Samantha had made her way over to the couch and dusted it off before laying down on it and using her jacket as a pillow. She thanked god for having her stayed at such a small size because now, she could lay down on some couch and have enough room to move around.
It was strange how during these days, she had found herself thanking her so called god for little and random things such as finding cans of food, or finding a blanket in an old forgotten apartment. Thinking about this, Samantha slowly drifted into unconsciousness. It was still quite early, with the sun still setting, but since she had volunteered to take a watch she had decided to hit the hay earlier than the others. That and she hadn't slept since the thugs had taken her and her sister.
Although she had fallen asleep early and fairly easily, Samantha didn't have a good nights sleep. Images of her sister kept popping up in her dreams, along with blood and the groans of the biters. Unfortunately, Sam had had to make some tough calls while having her own group by the university. Those tough calls followed her in her dreams every night. The sound of their guns going off and the sight of people getting shot or being left out with the biters haunting her every time she went to sleep. The others tried to comfort her by telling her that it was necessary. That if they didn't do it, they'd all be dead.
Her dreams went on until she felt something touch her. Sam had never been a deep sleeper. As she began to shake softly, she reached up and grabbed Abram's arm with both of her hands. Even though he was a much bigger man than her, Sam would have done all she could have to get away. Fortunately she remembered where she was and with who she was, and with an apologetic smile, she let go of him and stood up muttering about how she wasn't a kid.
With a yawn, Samantha stretched and pulled her hair up in a ponytail. She grabbed her jacket and made her way over to the kitchen where there was a bit more light from the moon. "You've been busy" she muttered as she saw the table with his stuff on it. She lazily walked over to the counter where she had originally left her pistol and jumped up, sitting next to it. From here, she'd be able to get a good look out of the window without being seen. "Go to sleep. I'll be waking you up when the sun rises so we can make a supply run." The young woman rubber her eyes and blinked a few times to fully wake up. She wouldn't really wake him up too early. She'd let him get the same hours of sleep she got. He'd need his energy if he planned on keeping up with her.
Mr_Wiki_96 said
If a zombie offers you flowers THEN ITS A TRAP! RUN!
I knew I shouldn't have trusted them.
Haha but thanks! I'll get a post up as soon as I get done with some paperwork (and a bit of lord of the rings movie time).
Is there anything important that I should know before jumping in? Anything happen?
Thank you!!
RPG finally let me on! After like two weeks -_-
Anyways, I put up my CS, it's on the first page right under yours, QT!
Anyways, I put up my CS, it's on the first page right under yours, QT!
Appearance : 
Name : Aubrey Diaz
Age : 22
Skill : Basic first aid and archery.
Weapon (up three): A black, modern, Recurve bow with 20 arrows in its quiver; as well as a tactical knife about seven inches long.
Personality : Aubrey can be stubborn and short tempered at times. If she thinks she is right, she won't back down from the argument. The sarcasm is strong in her and she won't make exceptions to who she uses it with. But this is only to people that she typically doesn't get along with. To those who know her, or those she thinks are worth her trust, she is funny and caring. The sarcasm still applies but she knows when to use it. Aubrey is loyal to those that show promise and will try to do everything in her power to help them survive. She used to be an outgoing girl, still having her outbursts here and there, but now she chooses to stay quiet and do things on her own.
Brief Bio: Aubrey was born to a wealthy family in McAllen, Texas. She had no siblings and the very few friends she had, she spoke to very little. Her time would be occupied with horse riding lessons, archery lessons, and school. Although her family had money, she still chose to work, helping out at the vet's office a few blocks from her house until she graduated from high school and left to college.
She attended Texas A&M up until the outbreak happened. Her family decided to go north, out of the state of Texas to see if they could find safety or refuge. Aubrey agreed to meet them at a certain point, but in the mayhem and fear that the others were causing, she got lost and ended up driving to San Antonio. She stayed there for a couple of months, trying to find her parents but nothing happened. Since then she'd been roaming, trying to survive and stay out of sight.
Name : Aubrey Diaz
Age : 22
Skill : Basic first aid and archery.
Weapon (up three): A black, modern, Recurve bow with 20 arrows in its quiver; as well as a tactical knife about seven inches long.
Personality : Aubrey can be stubborn and short tempered at times. If she thinks she is right, she won't back down from the argument. The sarcasm is strong in her and she won't make exceptions to who she uses it with. But this is only to people that she typically doesn't get along with. To those who know her, or those she thinks are worth her trust, she is funny and caring. The sarcasm still applies but she knows when to use it. Aubrey is loyal to those that show promise and will try to do everything in her power to help them survive. She used to be an outgoing girl, still having her outbursts here and there, but now she chooses to stay quiet and do things on her own.
Brief Bio: Aubrey was born to a wealthy family in McAllen, Texas. She had no siblings and the very few friends she had, she spoke to very little. Her time would be occupied with horse riding lessons, archery lessons, and school. Although her family had money, she still chose to work, helping out at the vet's office a few blocks from her house until she graduated from high school and left to college.
She attended Texas A&M up until the outbreak happened. Her family decided to go north, out of the state of Texas to see if they could find safety or refuge. Aubrey agreed to meet them at a certain point, but in the mayhem and fear that the others were causing, she got lost and ended up driving to San Antonio. She stayed there for a couple of months, trying to find her parents but nothing happened. Since then she'd been roaming, trying to survive and stay out of sight.
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