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It;s all right silly question lol I found it and reading up on the info to :)
Awesome :)
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Damo021 said
I'll work on CS's today. Been reading up on the IC. looks like two seperate groups? one in the woods with another in a make shift town called Haywood?
Yes, the two main locations are Outpost, a community in the woods outside New Orleans and Haywood, a community within New Orleans. Your character could be a member of either group, or someone outside looking to get into one of them. If you need more info, there's more details in the second post.
Bex - Outpost/Woods - Enrique
Bex sat in the armchair at the corner of the room, his right arm draped over the chair's headrest. His head was lost in thought and his gaze was locked on the ceiling. He barely noticed as Tyler entered the room and placed a small collection of knives on the table. "And here are the rest of the knives," he said amicably. He then went over to the fireplace and placed an arm over the mantle. "Sharpened to perfection." A calm silence fell over the group.
As Bex slowly went back to examining the ceiling, he wondered who's shitty job it was to keep the cabin clean and maintained. Someone had clearly put a lot of money into it once upon a time, judging by the fact that every room was expensively furnished. They even had their own kitchen with a stainless steel refrigerator, albeit with no food or electricity to make any use of it. There had probably been a generator around, but Bex imagined the folks at Outpost took it back to their main camp a while ago. It was too bad; He would kill for something baked in an oven, especially the pies his mother-in-law used to make. Sitting in front of a real fireplace, it really reminded Bex of her old place.
Enrique brought Bex out of his thoughts by motioning him out of the chair. Grunting, Bex did as he wanted and joined him and Tyler next to the fireplace. "I'm worried we're gonna get into something with these guys," Enrique said, looking at the both of them.
Tyler looked down and mulled this over. "That's a reasonable worry," he said, shrugging. He smiled and clapped Enrique on the shoulder. "But we need to start trusting people if we want to make friends. It'll be an easier life living in Outpost."
Bex waited for Tyler to say more, but after a few moments it was clear that was all he had to say. Bex decided he had to state the obvious, "Outpost could be a dump, Tom."
Tyler removed his hand from Enrique's shoulder. "Or they could be a bunch of raiders. I just don't think there's any point in worrying about it." He moved to lean against the mantle again. "We're already here. If things go sour, we'll manage somehow."
Bex was about to argue when a loud thump! was heard. Bex flipped around and looked toward the doorway. "That came from the front door," he said, speaking barely above a whisper. Without a word, Tyler grabbed a knife off the table and made a beeline for the front door. Bex followed after him, grabbing his rifle leaning against the wall along the way. They stopped at the front door, Tyler's hand on the doorknob. He shared a look with Bex before throwing the door open.
There was nothing there.
After a few silent seconds, Tyler stepped forward and poked his head outside. He then jumped as if startled slightly and bumped into Bex as he took a step backwards. A walker popped into view and filled the doorway with his sudden presence. "Shit," Bex said under his breath as he stepped backwards in order to get a shot on bastard. But it didn't matter, as when it lunged at Tyler, the man grabbed it by the arm and used its own momentum to throw it to the ground. The walker landed face first and shook the entire room. Without a hint of hesitation, Tyler plunged down on top of the beast and stabbed his knife into its head.
The man sighed wistfully. "Well then, just a walker."
Shannon - Haywood/Daniel's House - Robert/Daniel/Rob/Emma/Valentina
When the little girl pulled the revolver on Daniel, Shannon instantly stepped forward, though she had no idea what she planned on doing. There was no time to think on it as the girl then shifted her aim toward Shannon, freezing her on the spot. Words failed her, and all she could say was a whispered, "Daniel." To find herself staring down the barrel of a gun again filled her with a nerve-wracking fear and she found herself unable to look away. She was forced to examine the girl's face more intently; Her eye patch and scarred face gave Shannon vivid ideas as to whatever horrors this girl had faced before she had found herself here. With saliva dribbling down her mouth and her body wracked by shivers, Shannon worried that the girl was more than physically ill. "Take whatever food you want and go. We won't bother you."
But then Robert and Emma entered the kitchen, nearly causing Shannon to jump out of her skin. She turned her head toward Robert when he asked who the girl was, but she had nothing to say to him. The new pair proceeded to crowd into the kitchen and barrage the girl with questions. Shannon's gaze fluttered between Robert and Emma, wanting to tell them to stop. No matter how many guns were pointed at her, the girl in her apparent condition looked about ready to go off at any time, damn the consequences.
Then, before Shannon knew it, the girl was on the ground crying. Shannon's momentary relief turned into sudden sympathy. She bolted forward and kneeled next to the young girl, making a point of grabbing the girl's gun away. She listened to Robert order Rob to take the girl to the infirmary. "I'll go with him," she said, looking up at Robert. Then she turned to Emma. "You can come too, Emma."
Bex sat in the armchair at the corner of the room, his right arm draped over the chair's headrest. His head was lost in thought and his gaze was locked on the ceiling. He barely noticed as Tyler entered the room and placed a small collection of knives on the table. "And here are the rest of the knives," he said amicably. He then went over to the fireplace and placed an arm over the mantle. "Sharpened to perfection." A calm silence fell over the group.
As Bex slowly went back to examining the ceiling, he wondered who's shitty job it was to keep the cabin clean and maintained. Someone had clearly put a lot of money into it once upon a time, judging by the fact that every room was expensively furnished. They even had their own kitchen with a stainless steel refrigerator, albeit with no food or electricity to make any use of it. There had probably been a generator around, but Bex imagined the folks at Outpost took it back to their main camp a while ago. It was too bad; He would kill for something baked in an oven, especially the pies his mother-in-law used to make. Sitting in front of a real fireplace, it really reminded Bex of her old place.
Enrique brought Bex out of his thoughts by motioning him out of the chair. Grunting, Bex did as he wanted and joined him and Tyler next to the fireplace. "I'm worried we're gonna get into something with these guys," Enrique said, looking at the both of them.
Tyler looked down and mulled this over. "That's a reasonable worry," he said, shrugging. He smiled and clapped Enrique on the shoulder. "But we need to start trusting people if we want to make friends. It'll be an easier life living in Outpost."
Bex waited for Tyler to say more, but after a few moments it was clear that was all he had to say. Bex decided he had to state the obvious, "Outpost could be a dump, Tom."
Tyler removed his hand from Enrique's shoulder. "Or they could be a bunch of raiders. I just don't think there's any point in worrying about it." He moved to lean against the mantle again. "We're already here. If things go sour, we'll manage somehow."
Bex was about to argue when a loud thump! was heard. Bex flipped around and looked toward the doorway. "That came from the front door," he said, speaking barely above a whisper. Without a word, Tyler grabbed a knife off the table and made a beeline for the front door. Bex followed after him, grabbing his rifle leaning against the wall along the way. They stopped at the front door, Tyler's hand on the doorknob. He shared a look with Bex before throwing the door open.
There was nothing there.
After a few silent seconds, Tyler stepped forward and poked his head outside. He then jumped as if startled slightly and bumped into Bex as he took a step backwards. A walker popped into view and filled the doorway with his sudden presence. "Shit," Bex said under his breath as he stepped backwards in order to get a shot on bastard. But it didn't matter, as when it lunged at Tyler, the man grabbed it by the arm and used its own momentum to throw it to the ground. The walker landed face first and shook the entire room. Without a hint of hesitation, Tyler plunged down on top of the beast and stabbed his knife into its head.
The man sighed wistfully. "Well then, just a walker."
Shannon - Haywood/Daniel's House - Robert/Daniel/Rob/Emma/Valentina
When the little girl pulled the revolver on Daniel, Shannon instantly stepped forward, though she had no idea what she planned on doing. There was no time to think on it as the girl then shifted her aim toward Shannon, freezing her on the spot. Words failed her, and all she could say was a whispered, "Daniel." To find herself staring down the barrel of a gun again filled her with a nerve-wracking fear and she found herself unable to look away. She was forced to examine the girl's face more intently; Her eye patch and scarred face gave Shannon vivid ideas as to whatever horrors this girl had faced before she had found herself here. With saliva dribbling down her mouth and her body wracked by shivers, Shannon worried that the girl was more than physically ill. "Take whatever food you want and go. We won't bother you."
But then Robert and Emma entered the kitchen, nearly causing Shannon to jump out of her skin. She turned her head toward Robert when he asked who the girl was, but she had nothing to say to him. The new pair proceeded to crowd into the kitchen and barrage the girl with questions. Shannon's gaze fluttered between Robert and Emma, wanting to tell them to stop. No matter how many guns were pointed at her, the girl in her apparent condition looked about ready to go off at any time, damn the consequences.
Then, before Shannon knew it, the girl was on the ground crying. Shannon's momentary relief turned into sudden sympathy. She bolted forward and kneeled next to the young girl, making a point of grabbing the girl's gun away. She listened to Robert order Rob to take the girl to the infirmary. "I'll go with him," she said, looking up at Robert. Then she turned to Emma. "You can come too, Emma."
CorruptedShadow said
Is this still open? I'm actually very interested!
Yep, we're always accepting.
Damo021 said
I can do a couple of citizens, there not any issue on what public jobs can be used?
Nah, any public job will be fine.
Rudy - Outpost - Matt
He sighed and turned toward Matt. Rudy motioned for him to follow while they walked toward the cafeteria. "They're polite, I guess. Though all the fuckin' new recruits are. Once we see them out on the field, then we'll know for sure." He paused at the cafeteria doors, one hand on the door. "Actually, they had one guy speak for them mostly. Made them seem like lackeys." He shrugged and pushed the door open. "But what the hell do I know? I let Reggie do most of the talking. He loves to do it."
Inside the cafeteria was a large open room, with benches and tables sprawled across it. The walls were lined with giant windows that let the dull grey light of day inside. It wasn't the most structurally sound building.
At the counter to the side of the room, Rudy slipped a token to the man behind it. Everyone in Outpost was issued three tokens for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Food was hardly scarce, but snacking was not a luxury they could afford. The tokens were actually just poker chips, but no one used them for poker. Rudy had once found a box of poker chips out scouting, but Reggie had made sure they had went to the council and not into Rudy's personal collection. "Please tell me you have mashed potatoes still," Rudy said.
"You're in luck, dude. I guess you want meat with it?"
"Whatever you got." Rudy leaned on the counter and turned to Matt. "So, what were you up to today?"
He sighed and turned toward Matt. Rudy motioned for him to follow while they walked toward the cafeteria. "They're polite, I guess. Though all the fuckin' new recruits are. Once we see them out on the field, then we'll know for sure." He paused at the cafeteria doors, one hand on the door. "Actually, they had one guy speak for them mostly. Made them seem like lackeys." He shrugged and pushed the door open. "But what the hell do I know? I let Reggie do most of the talking. He loves to do it."
Inside the cafeteria was a large open room, with benches and tables sprawled across it. The walls were lined with giant windows that let the dull grey light of day inside. It wasn't the most structurally sound building.
At the counter to the side of the room, Rudy slipped a token to the man behind it. Everyone in Outpost was issued three tokens for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Food was hardly scarce, but snacking was not a luxury they could afford. The tokens were actually just poker chips, but no one used them for poker. Rudy had once found a box of poker chips out scouting, but Reggie had made sure they had went to the council and not into Rudy's personal collection. "Please tell me you have mashed potatoes still," Rudy said.
"You're in luck, dude. I guess you want meat with it?"
"Whatever you got." Rudy leaned on the counter and turned to Matt. "So, what were you up to today?"
Damo021 said
This has caught my eye and will check it out and work on a character if this is okay :)
Of course it's okay :)
Darkraven said EDIT: Also, I gotta ask before I get my shuteye... Is this Walking Dead RP based off of the comic, television shoe or the games? Because from the initial post, it looks like the comics.
I would say we're within the comics/telltale games universe, but I don't think it matters because we will probably never be using actual characters from the show/comics.
xcalx1dw said
Oh, By the way. I was bit confused how it exactly happened, but I just went with What I thought and that was Rob hitting her with the rifle? was that what it was?
Yes, Raven said whomever could be the guard if they wanted.
Sturmgewehr said
Hello! I love The Walking Dead and I wanna be a part of this RP. Here is my character. Sorry about the rather large bio. I made it as brief as I could.
I see nothing wrong with the app. So, you're accepted unless the others find something wrong with it. Go ahead and post in the IC whenever you want.
Shannon - Daniel's House - Daniel & Valentina
Shannon stepped inside Daniel's home. Now out of the wind, Shannon touched at her dress and smoothed down the skirt. She began taking her boots off when Daniel suddenly pressed her against the wall. She stumbled over her feet, having only gotten one of her shoes off. "What are you doing?" she asked, not having been paying attention to the noise from the kitchen. Daniel motioned her to stay put but Shannon immediately rejected the idea. She followed after him cautiously, mindful of the fact she left her weapons at home.
When she stepped in behind Daniel to get a look at what was in the kitchen, her mind boggled at what she was seeing. "Woah, Daniel, hold up!" she exclaimed. "It's just a little girl!" A little girl who looked downright ill, even. Shannon placed a hand on Daniel's shoulder. "You're scaring her."
Shannon stepped inside Daniel's home. Now out of the wind, Shannon touched at her dress and smoothed down the skirt. She began taking her boots off when Daniel suddenly pressed her against the wall. She stumbled over her feet, having only gotten one of her shoes off. "What are you doing?" she asked, not having been paying attention to the noise from the kitchen. Daniel motioned her to stay put but Shannon immediately rejected the idea. She followed after him cautiously, mindful of the fact she left her weapons at home.
When she stepped in behind Daniel to get a look at what was in the kitchen, her mind boggled at what she was seeing. "Woah, Daniel, hold up!" she exclaimed. "It's just a little girl!" A little girl who looked downright ill, even. Shannon placed a hand on Daniel's shoulder. "You're scaring her."
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