Hey, guys. I'm interested in participating in a nation type role-play because, why not? I've never done one before. Therein lies my problem. After I post this, I'm going to browse through some of the threads to see how it's done, but is there anything I absolutely need to know about starting my own thread in this style of role-play? Giving me all the information and opinions you got is great. Thanks in advance!
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Hey! I'm a freshman here too, lol. Anyway, glad you're liking the site. I'm loving it too. Lots of nice people around here.
Nicholas stood in the front doorway, halfway in the house and halfway on the porch, while Mattie paraded up the stairs. He figured there would be no use in following her since she was going to change clothing, and he knew it would be inappropriate for him to watch her. He tapped his foot on the wood of the entry hallway and waited. She was taking such a long time, he started to worry about her on top of his anxiety of being discovered by the undead.
He heard her yell something upstairs, but he hesitated to run up there because her voice didn't sound panicked and he hadn't heard any other commotion. As he contemplated running to her potential rescue, he saw her coming down the stairs. Relief lightened his head in a good way, and he was about to say something to her when she turned and went into another room as if she hadn't even seen him. He grumbled underneath his breath.
Then, she finally came to face him again. "Untouched?" he asked incredulously. "Really? I've been in almost every unlocked house on this street." He pushed past her and started looking in rooms. Empty rooms. Definitely empty rooms. In fact, two of the rooms didn't even have furniture.
After semi-thoroughly checking the entire first floor, Nicholas dubiously marched up the stairs and found himself in a short, narrow hallway. He picked the first room to his right, which seemed to be the master bedroom. He guessed this was where Mattie found her clothing, and left it. Upon entering the room across the hallway, the first thing he saw was a crib. He sighed. He already knew what was going to happen next.
So, when he approached the crib, what did he find? A sleeping baby, of course. Or maybe it was dead. Sick? Infected. He didn't know. He stared at it as if it had just insulted his entire family. "Mattie," he yelled, "Did'ja check any other rooms? Come up here, please."
Big blue eyes opened up and stared at him, and then the infant began to wail.
He heard her yell something upstairs, but he hesitated to run up there because her voice didn't sound panicked and he hadn't heard any other commotion. As he contemplated running to her potential rescue, he saw her coming down the stairs. Relief lightened his head in a good way, and he was about to say something to her when she turned and went into another room as if she hadn't even seen him. He grumbled underneath his breath.
Then, she finally came to face him again. "Untouched?" he asked incredulously. "Really? I've been in almost every unlocked house on this street." He pushed past her and started looking in rooms. Empty rooms. Definitely empty rooms. In fact, two of the rooms didn't even have furniture.
After semi-thoroughly checking the entire first floor, Nicholas dubiously marched up the stairs and found himself in a short, narrow hallway. He picked the first room to his right, which seemed to be the master bedroom. He guessed this was where Mattie found her clothing, and left it. Upon entering the room across the hallway, the first thing he saw was a crib. He sighed. He already knew what was going to happen next.
So, when he approached the crib, what did he find? A sleeping baby, of course. Or maybe it was dead. Sick? Infected. He didn't know. He stared at it as if it had just insulted his entire family. "Mattie," he yelled, "Did'ja check any other rooms? Come up here, please."
Big blue eyes opened up and stared at him, and then the infant began to wail.
"Yeah, I know," he said, referring to her comment about her soiled clothing. "We're gonna find you something to wear. Let's just kind of get moving a bit. I know it's probably disgusting," he looked over at her. "Here, let's try here."
They hadn't walked very far, but Nicholas randomly chose a house to stop in. He imagined that Mattie was very uncomfortable in her blood-stained clothing. He wouldn't want to be walking around wearing them, either.
They hadn't walked very far, but Nicholas randomly chose a house to stop in. He imagined that Mattie was very uncomfortable in her blood-stained clothing. He wouldn't want to be walking around wearing them, either.
Nicholas felt a lump in his throat, discourage by the miscommunication. "I just- I didn't want to make you-" he sighed, giving up. He hadn't meant her any harm at all. He just wanted to carry the heavier ones so that she wouldn't have to. Not to mention, she unnecessarily, once again, used obscenities and then proceeded to insult him.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, feeling his chest ache. He had no one now, and Mattie didn't seem to like him. It was understandable, he reckoned. He did lie to her. He really didn't mean her any harm, though. So, now he was stuck with a girl that seemed to hate him, after just having to burn the bodies of his ten year old sister and his mother. He took a deep breath through his nose, shut his eyes for a brief moment, and then started walking down the street.
"There's a refuge camp around here somewhere. Or, so I heard. After half the population of this town got infected, I heard something about it on the radio. I didn't pay attention to it, though. I guess I should have. I just thought my dad was gonna take care of everything." He shrugged. "But we see how that turned out."
He felt shivers down his spine. It was weird to be walking out in the open. This part of town didn't have many trees around. It was pretty much open fields for what seemed like miles, but really wasn't that far. There wasn't a single living, dead, or undead body in sight. Where had all the infected gone?
"Do you think they die?" he asked her, briefly looking over his shoulder. "Come up here beside me."
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, feeling his chest ache. He had no one now, and Mattie didn't seem to like him. It was understandable, he reckoned. He did lie to her. He really didn't mean her any harm, though. So, now he was stuck with a girl that seemed to hate him, after just having to burn the bodies of his ten year old sister and his mother. He took a deep breath through his nose, shut his eyes for a brief moment, and then started walking down the street.
"There's a refuge camp around here somewhere. Or, so I heard. After half the population of this town got infected, I heard something about it on the radio. I didn't pay attention to it, though. I guess I should have. I just thought my dad was gonna take care of everything." He shrugged. "But we see how that turned out."
He felt shivers down his spine. It was weird to be walking out in the open. This part of town didn't have many trees around. It was pretty much open fields for what seemed like miles, but really wasn't that far. There wasn't a single living, dead, or undead body in sight. Where had all the infected gone?
"Do you think they die?" he asked her, briefly looking over his shoulder. "Come up here beside me."
"Don't touch your face at all for now. It spreads that way," he muttered. Wearily, and feeling drained of all strength emotionally and physically, Nicholas grabbed his mother's hands and dragged her past Mattie and out into the street. Then, he followed the same procedure with his sister. He went back into the warehouse and retrieved a bottle of lighter fluid and a box of matches. Without hesitation, mostly because he didn't want to look at their lifeless bodies, he threw a lit match onto them and backed away when they burst into flames. He stared for only a minute before he turned around.
"Fire's what completely kills them," he told her. "Smashing their heads in and even shooting them in the head doesn't work, it only knocks them out. They get right back up within a few hours. Only if you take their heads off or burn them."
He nodded and walked past her, back into the building. He gathered the four backpacks that he, his mother, and his sister had been carrying (he carried two) and emptied them. His two machetes and a combat knife that he'd forgotten about clinked onto the floor. He put them in one of the bags, along with his rifle (which obviously stuck out of the top of the bag) and a small pile of remaining ammunition. He wasn't a big gun person so he had no idea what to do when he ran out of bullets.
Nicholas stuffed two of the blankets into another bag, careful not to put his mother's in with them. He managed to fit three bottles of water into the bag along with the blankets, then moved onto the next one. He crammed as many cans of Spam and black-eye peas out of two of the boxes he'd taken from the warehouse's shelves. In the next bag, he carefully put a few loafs of bread on top of a couple of boxes of macaroni and cheese (because he wasn't sure if they were ever going to have the opportunity to make the macaroni and cheese.)
He put the backpack with the canned foods on his back, and carried the one with the weapons in his hand. He looked at Mattie and said, "You can carry the other two. They're the lightest."
"Fire's what completely kills them," he told her. "Smashing their heads in and even shooting them in the head doesn't work, it only knocks them out. They get right back up within a few hours. Only if you take their heads off or burn them."
He nodded and walked past her, back into the building. He gathered the four backpacks that he, his mother, and his sister had been carrying (he carried two) and emptied them. His two machetes and a combat knife that he'd forgotten about clinked onto the floor. He put them in one of the bags, along with his rifle (which obviously stuck out of the top of the bag) and a small pile of remaining ammunition. He wasn't a big gun person so he had no idea what to do when he ran out of bullets.
Nicholas stuffed two of the blankets into another bag, careful not to put his mother's in with them. He managed to fit three bottles of water into the bag along with the blankets, then moved onto the next one. He crammed as many cans of Spam and black-eye peas out of two of the boxes he'd taken from the warehouse's shelves. In the next bag, he carefully put a few loafs of bread on top of a couple of boxes of macaroni and cheese (because he wasn't sure if they were ever going to have the opportunity to make the macaroni and cheese.)
He put the backpack with the canned foods on his back, and carried the one with the weapons in his hand. He looked at Mattie and said, "You can carry the other two. They're the lightest."
I'm sorry ;w;
Alright ^_^ You're doing really good as well. Your character is very spontaneous, lol.
Nicholas dropped the rifle on the ground, staring at his dead, undead, then dead again mother. Her voice replayed those words over and over again in his head, even as he felt his face heat up with anger and humiliation at Mattie's string of obscenities. He took several deep breaths through his nose, trying to get his breathing and his anger under control. His head was fuzzy, his vision not blurred but not focused. He looked at Mattie as she backed toward the exit, and he felt like he might cry.
"Don't go," his voice betrayed him and he choked on his words. "My mom was sick. I didn't know this would happen. My sister..." he stopped, realizing now that everyone he knew was probably dead. He hadn't had the opportunity to check up on any of his other friends or relatives. He just knew that now, his immediate family was dead and there was a girl getting ready to haul tail out the door and down the street at any wrong move Nicholas made or wrong tone of voice he used.
"I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt," he said, rubbing his moist eyes with his fists. "God. I just wanted to save her."
He looked at Mattie, and again he begged, "Don't go..."
"Don't go," his voice betrayed him and he choked on his words. "My mom was sick. I didn't know this would happen. My sister..." he stopped, realizing now that everyone he knew was probably dead. He hadn't had the opportunity to check up on any of his other friends or relatives. He just knew that now, his immediate family was dead and there was a girl getting ready to haul tail out the door and down the street at any wrong move Nicholas made or wrong tone of voice he used.
"I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt," he said, rubbing his moist eyes with his fists. "God. I just wanted to save her."
He looked at Mattie, and again he begged, "Don't go..."
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