Fennec
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STATUS: Something very bad just happened to me. Would some kind soul cheer me up somehow? 8 yrs ago
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Something very bad just happened to me. Would some kind soul cheer me up somehow?
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For my birthday today: One shirt that says 'The dice giveth and the dice taketh away.' And one D&D inspired beach towel, with a huge-ass ancient red dragon on it.
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Chaotic Neutral: Aim to Misbehave.
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I have fallen into a dark abyss filled with d20s and D&D.
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Bio
Alright, I'm not one to prattle one.
My Interests!
Dungeons & Dragons. I am both a player and a DM.
Books. I read them. Often.
Music. I play violin.
Video games. Yes.
As for roleplaying, I enjoy most genres if it involves fiction. Unless it's Slice of Life. I don't see the appeal in writing about real things when I'm already living out that stuff. I'm eighteen, and I am comfortable writing smut.
Anything else, we'll have to discuss.
My Interests!
Dungeons & Dragons. I am both a player and a DM.
Books. I read them. Often.
Music. I play violin.
Video games. Yes.
As for roleplaying, I enjoy most genres if it involves fiction. Unless it's Slice of Life. I don't see the appeal in writing about real things when I'm already living out that stuff. I'm eighteen, and I am comfortable writing smut.
Anything else, we'll have to discuss.
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Arden flinched at the sudden sound of music and Alex's raised voice. "Yes, shouting will help. It's not like we just watched a loud noise draw the biters away or anything," she said, her voice dripping with venomous sarcasm. "How could more loud noises possibly bring them back?" She shoved her knife back into it's sheath at her hip and turned away, raking her hands through her hair almost violently. She took a few deep breaths, wondering exactly how her life could go so wrong in just ten minutes.
She bottled everything up, stuck it into that dark place where she kept all her fear. She could scream and cry later, when she left these two jokers in the dust and found a nice cozy ceiling to hide herself in. Of course, it wasn't like she had an iron will. She'd probably punch that Matt guy until her begged for his mother. And she'd also beat herself up. How could she have been moronic enough to forget to lock all of the windows?
When she opened her eyes, she was laser-focused on one thing: escape. She kept two bags handy for bugging-out, and she climbed up the nearest bookshelves to retrieve them. She shoved aside the panel and grabbed the bags. One of them was small, a messenger bag that could carry a surprising amount with enough thinking. The other was a large backpack that held just about everything someone on the run would need. Food, water, first-aid, spare clothes, and a spare knife. Finally, she tugged her gun from it's shadowy space and slipped it into the messenger bag before the others could see it. She wanted to keep that secret.
When she hopped down, she didn't even tell the boys she was leaving. She just turned and headed for the back of the library, assuming they'd follow her. They seemed like sheep to her. Thoughtless and scared, looking for a shepherd to guide them. Good luck finding someone like that. All the important people had holed up in bunkers or died like animals. And everyone else was crazy or hungry for brains.
She bottled everything up, stuck it into that dark place where she kept all her fear. She could scream and cry later, when she left these two jokers in the dust and found a nice cozy ceiling to hide herself in. Of course, it wasn't like she had an iron will. She'd probably punch that Matt guy until her begged for his mother. And she'd also beat herself up. How could she have been moronic enough to forget to lock all of the windows?
When she opened her eyes, she was laser-focused on one thing: escape. She kept two bags handy for bugging-out, and she climbed up the nearest bookshelves to retrieve them. She shoved aside the panel and grabbed the bags. One of them was small, a messenger bag that could carry a surprising amount with enough thinking. The other was a large backpack that held just about everything someone on the run would need. Food, water, first-aid, spare clothes, and a spare knife. Finally, she tugged her gun from it's shadowy space and slipped it into the messenger bag before the others could see it. She wanted to keep that secret.
When she hopped down, she didn't even tell the boys she was leaving. She just turned and headed for the back of the library, assuming they'd follow her. They seemed like sheep to her. Thoughtless and scared, looking for a shepherd to guide them. Good luck finding someone like that. All the important people had holed up in bunkers or died like animals. And everyone else was crazy or hungry for brains.
@Vash@NuttsnBolts@ADParis Yes! Frig. The whole group thing is throwing me off. I'm just not sure how to post next. >.<
@Vash XD Actually she just dropped down right between them out of nowhere (except that nowhere is the ceiling).
Arden had pushed back one of the panels so she could peek out and watch what the guy below her was doing. And then, to her dismay, another guy showed up. At least he seemed to know what he was doing when he kept the biters out. She'd have to ask him for a few lessons before she made them leave.
She watched the door for a few moments, waiting until she was sure it wouldn't give. Then, with a resigned sigh, she slid back the panel all the way and climbed down, dropping to the floor almost in between the two men. She had a Bowie knife in her hand, and she seemed to know very well how to use it. "Welcome to my humble abode," she said, looking anything but welcoming. She looked kind of ticked off. Understandable, since this 'Matt' had lured a dozen biters to her house.
"As soon as the dead wander off, I want the both of you to get lost. This library isn't very big and there aren't many places for people to hide out. I suggest the refugee camps in Golden Valley." ((Because I guess this just became Minnesota?)) Never mind that Golden Valley was two hours away by car, and was nearly impossible to get to on foot. And by now, they were also most likely crawling with zombies.
She watched the door for a few moments, waiting until she was sure it wouldn't give. Then, with a resigned sigh, she slid back the panel all the way and climbed down, dropping to the floor almost in between the two men. She had a Bowie knife in her hand, and she seemed to know very well how to use it. "Welcome to my humble abode," she said, looking anything but welcoming. She looked kind of ticked off. Understandable, since this 'Matt' had lured a dozen biters to her house.
"As soon as the dead wander off, I want the both of you to get lost. This library isn't very big and there aren't many places for people to hide out. I suggest the refugee camps in Golden Valley." ((Because I guess this just became Minnesota?)) Never mind that Golden Valley was two hours away by car, and was nearly impossible to get to on foot. And by now, they were also most likely crawling with zombies.
I did it. o.o
Arden dozed most of the day, as she always did on Sundays. She had a routine. Scavenging on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Work on her hiding spot on Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday. Rest on Sunday. The apocalypse was good for one thing at least, and that was routine. She got a day off on Sundays for mental health, because there was no point to surviving if she went mad. She had just finished reading one of her many books and had decided to take a nap when she heard someone clattering around down in the library. Wasn't much of a problem for her, since she was up in the ceiling. The panels could slide back and there were plenty of open spaces to make a bed in. She had poked a convincing-looking hole in the panel near her bed so she could look at anyone wandering through. They never stayed long, since they never had the smarts to stay in a place with so much information. They grabbed a few survival books, sometimes other stuff to pass the time, and then they left. She rolled over quietly and started to put her eye to the peephole when her hand knocked over an open bottle of water. And, of course, it spilled out of the hole and right onto the head of whoever was down there.
Alright, so I guess... I'll just start us off? Maybe Matt is already in the library.
ALRIGHT! Official setting!
It's the tail end of summer. Still warm enough to make just about everywhere stink like the dead, but things are cooling down. Matt, in quite a bit of zombie trouble, runs into a nearby library for safety. Arden is pissed about this. Nearby, Alex notices the large amount of zombies outside the library and rushes to help, ending up also trapped inside. And Sapphyre just kind of stumbles into the whole thing.
Does this work? @ADParis@Vash@NuttsnBolts
ALRIGHT! Official setting!
It's the tail end of summer. Still warm enough to make just about everywhere stink like the dead, but things are cooling down. Matt, in quite a bit of zombie trouble, runs into a nearby library for safety. Arden is pissed about this. Nearby, Alex notices the large amount of zombies outside the library and rushes to help, ending up also trapped inside. And Sapphyre just kind of stumbles into the whole thing.
Does this work? @ADParis@Vash@NuttsnBolts
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