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Charlie remained silent for the next couple of minutes while she walked to nearly empty streets. She surely didn't want to draw any attention to herself so she kept to the sides of the road. Her grip on her bat was tight as the weapon rest at her side in case she had a run in with any of the living corpses. She nearly prayed she didn't have any. Charlie had never hurt anyone not counting the numerous fights between her and other petty girls at school, and she certainly had never killed.

Her walking paused when she noticed something out of the corner of her eyes. There was movement. The grip she had on the handle of her bat tightened even more as she took a second to calm down. She had the upper hand in the battle between the dead. Slowly, she turned around. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she saw a girl waving at her.

She leaned against a flickering light post and waved at the girl, beckoning her over with a smile forming on her face. It was nice to see a fresh face.
Azalea watched as Vince kissed her hand, her breath picking up as her body stiffened. Once he pulled his lips away she dropped her hands to the side and smiled at the two of them, studying each boy individually. Her eyes meet each of their for only a few seconds before she looked away. She didn't know whether to believe Vince when he said her gift was useless on him. How could that be possible? But as for Seth...She mentally scolded herself, shaking her head as she held her hands behind her back. Azalea remained staring at the stone floor silently. She wouldn't dare test them out on either of them. As far as she was aware, they were both genuine friends for now, and she wouldn't risk that for anything.

Her eyebrows rose when Seth had mentioned food, her stomach growling not shortly after. "That sounds like a mighty fine idea. Let us not waste any more time, I'm starving!" Azalea spoke with a grin and a soft laugh. Her mouth was practically watering while she thought about the food. She hadn't eaten since early that morning. Azalea smiled at both of them sweetly before she tucked a strand of her snow white hair behind her ear.
Charlie sat in front of her window sill, her forehead pressed against the chilled glass as she silently listened to the broadcast. She was both listening and watching the world go to hell. The house was silent while she stared at the lifeless corpses that lined the street. Why wasn't she scared, or even sad? Death had always been a part of her life, why was this any different. Charlie saw something moving out of the corner of her eye, her attention turning to the rotting flesh who had it's teeth sunk into a little boy. Her stomach dropped.

She was out the door within the next few minutes. A back pack filled with supplies was slung over her shoulder, a baseball bat in hand as she walked down the sidewalk of her street. She wore a black baseball hat, an army jacket along with jeans and black combat boots, her appearance not her concern of the moment. A small radio was shoved into the pocket of her pants, headphones plugged into her ears while she walked down the street quickly. She remained almost unnoticed by the dead due to her keeping a distance between them. Was she afraid? Yes.

Charlie roamed the empty streets, looking around for any signs of life. Trash blew around in the air and along the streets, the stench of the air burning her nose. God, this is awful... She brought the sleeve of her jacket up to her nose and coughed, stumbling over a few bodies here and there.
She stood in the back of the room silently listening and watching the two speak. Her foot lightly tapped against the cold stone floor as she became anxious. Azalea glanced down at her knee, which was now throbing along with her palm. She sighed softly before she lowered her skirt back down and brushed aside the pain. This wasn't something unusual. She had brusied so easily all her life.

"It's a pleasure to meet both of you." Azalea nodded her head to the two and smiled sweetly for the first time. Her body eased slightly, knowing that Seth wouldn't let Vince harm her in any way. She looked up at Vince and waved slightly. "I think we got off on the wrong foot. I'd be more than happy to start over again....Just don't force another kiss upon me." She felt her cheeks get hot as she looked away.

"Hello Vince, I'm Azalea. You can call me Lea, that's what friends do right? Nicknames." Azalea walked over to the fox boy and held out her hand to him with a friendly smile forming on her lips. Of course she would give him another chance. Who was she to blame him? He had been a puppet all his life, and she could use a friend.
Is multiple of a race allowed? Or can one person be the creature. I'm fine either!
Azalea frowned, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Her grip lightened on the boys arm as she reluctantly pulled her hands away, looking at the fox boy. She frowned, tilting her head to the side as she studied the boy with the strange tails and ears. His emotions were unclear. She didn't know how to feel about a boy, confessing his persuading love to her. This was love surely. He was just some puppet being forced silly feelings upon.

"Thank you, it's kind of you to say such things." Azalea spoke softly, bowing her head to him. After a few moments of silence she glanced up at him for a split second before returning her gaze to the ground. "But I do not wish to be loved like this." She took a step back, nervously tugging at the hem of her skirt while her lips formed a frown.
Name: Charlotte but prefers to be called Charlie.
Age: 18
Occupation before the turn: Volunteer at a music store
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Personality: She's a bit of a rebel. Ever since she was a child she's had a feisty attitude to her.
History: TBR
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Azalea opened her eyes, down on all fours on the cold stone floor. She took a few moments to catch her breath and to let her headache to subside before she slowly rose from the ground. She glanced down, lifting the hem of her white skirt to look at her knees. On her right knee was a small misshapen circle, a bruise already beginning to form. She already always bruised easily. Azalea winced when you touched it, gently lowering her skirt before smoothing out the wrinkles in it. Her white hair framed her face as she stared down the fox boy who sat upon a throne. "Explain yourself." She spoke softly, nervously holding onto the boy's arm that had traveled into the other dimension with her.
Her eyebrows furrowed as she glanced into the hole. He did have a point, if he tried to touch her in any way again she would be helpless. And her power wouldn't be there to help. Azalea turned and faced the boy, placing her hands on his chest. "You can't come with, I don't want you getting hurt. It's my problem and I'll deal with it." Her lips formed a weak smile and she stepped closer to the hole, now on the edge. Hell, who was she kidding. She needed him. Azalea's small hand latched onto the boys and she glanced up at him, mouthing the words 'Thank you' before jumping in.
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