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AnnaBeth said
I started my own TWD RP, just because I wanted to set it somewhere different. I will work on how I'm going to reintroduce my characters here, in a bit :)
Alrighty, if you have any questions then feel free to ask away.
Yikes, okay. Myst, if you have any issues with this app (as it mentions your characters a bunch), then feel free to ask for any changes.
Name: Tyler Salem / "Thomas Zuchowski"
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Bio: Tyler's life was wholly unremarkable before the apocalypse. He'd married his girlfriend, Helen, at 28 and came to live a middle-class existence with her and his two eventual children. He was a contract worker working in construction and his wife was an aspiring nurse with a small growing hobby as an author. Tyler didn't have the closest relationship with his parents, but the death of his mother when he was only 35 inspired Tyler to work toward a greater relationship with his father.
The apocalypse a year later put a stop to all that, where Tyler's father was one of the many initial victims of the outbreak. Tyler managed to get his family to a refugee camp, where he believed they would be safe. The situation around them quickly deteriorated and the refugee camp became smaller and smaller. A giant horde finally finished the camp off for good and took the lives of Tyler's wife and son. Tyler and his little girl, Katie, fell in with the other survivors. Tyler swore to protect his daughter from the horror surrounding her.
Their group were a disorganized mess at first, losing and gaining members haphazardly. Leadership of the group fell on many different individual's shoulders. When it finally landed on Tyler's shoulders, it was his status as one of the original members and a family man that put him there. He didn't desire to lead at first, and the few deaths the group suffered under his care only made Tyler dislike the position more. Eventually, Tyler saw his role as more of a protector and a leader, and he wanted to protect his people like they were family. It was around this time that a man named Brad joined the group, who quickly fell in awe with Tyler. Unfortunately, further death put the group at odds. They suffered bandit attacks and suffering at the hands of other humans.
Around the time a woman named Lynn joined the group, Tyler suffered betrayal by one of his group members, who stole supplies and ran off on his own. Tyler became depressed and vulnerable within his position as leader. He bonded with Lynn and eventually started a relationship with her. Still, his people were displeased, so after a large chunk of them went off on their own, Tyler decided he had to lead the group with a heavier hand. The group grew upset with Tyler getting harder on them and they lashed out, making him turn further into a dictator. Eventually, the kinds of people that tolerated Tyler's behaviour were mostly men with shady morality. Tyler came to believe this was the only way for his group to survive, but he was still upset with the world around him. Tyler wondered if he could change it all.
Tyler was initially encouraged by Lynn to work toward a better future, but Tyler came to believe that future was unobtainable with the rotten people all around him. Betrayal eventually was met with death, and Tyler thought of a plan to ensure the survival of the next generation-- his daughter's generation. His group came to clear the catacombs underneath New Orleans, where Tyler eventually began to bring girls so that he could get them pregnant and raise their child in the manner he felt was best for the future. Tyler kept his daughter Katie locked away in the catacombs to shield her from what he had to do. Eventually, Tyler realised that the men working for him were restless and unpredictable. When even threats of execution didn't keep them in line, Tyler was forced to construct an arena for them to entertain themselves with. Even more, Tyler let the men have sex with his pregnant women. It was necessary, he believed, for the future he envisioned.
Lynn, already disgusted by Tyler's actions, felt that this was the final straw. She left the group and Tyler grew furious. He killed anyone that supported Lynn and sent a group after her, though they were unsuccessful in their search.
Tyler continued this way of life until he came across a man named Bruce Levi, the mayor of a community called Haywood. The two struck a deal where Levi would secretly give his women away to Tyler in exchange for supplies. This deal continued uninterrupted until the people of Haywood discovered Levi's secret and overthrew him. They sought to eliminate Tyler and planned an assault on his catacombs. Just before the attack, Tyler managed to capture Lynn, though he was ultimately unsure what to do with her. He hated her for leaving, but he still cared about her in some way. Still, he put her into his arena to entertain his men, believing Lynn was ultimately strong enough to survive. During Haywood's attack, Lynn escaped from her prison and revealed to Tyler she had been infected in the arena. She attacked him as she turned and began to overpower him. Brad saved Tyler's life and killed Lynn, but was bitten by her as a result. Tyler was then forced to kill Brad.
The attack resulted in many of Tyler's men being killed and the walkers in the arena being let loose. The walkers ended up killing his women, ending Tyler's hope for the future. One of Tyler's raiders, Lauren, had grown upset with Tyler and escaped with his daughter during the assault. She and her boyfriend Bull managed to survive with Katie in tow. Tyler, on the other hand, found an injured man, Enrique. Tyler told the man that his name was Thomas and that he was a prisoner. The pair then escaped the catacombs with one of Tyler's men, Bex, who went along with the charade.
A few weeks later, Tyler and his trio sought to enter a community called Outpost. Tyler now called himself "Thomas Zuchowski". Eventually, the three were let in and Tyler became a member of the community's scouts. He met a man named Matt who was tired with the leadership of Outpost and wanted more power. Tyler worked with him to frame the leader of the scouts, Reggie, for murder and mutiny. Matt became known as the man to take down Reggie and Tyler became the new leader of scouts due to his work in taking down Reggie and the friendships he had made.
Tyler then wanted the scouts to attack Haywood, where he believed his daughter had been taken. Matt convinced Outpost's council to approve of the idea and the plan was in motion. The stand-off between the scouts and the people of Haywood resulted in Lauren being murdered under Tyler's orders and Tyler's duplicity soon after coming to light. Still, Tyler managed to escape with his daughter, the person that mattered the most to him. He realised his mistake in hurting countless people to attain some hope for the future when his hope for the future had always been his little girl. Tyler then left New Orleans with Katie and travelled North, where they eventually came to Baton Rouge.
Name: Tyler Salem / "Thomas Zuchowski"
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Bio: Tyler's life was wholly unremarkable before the apocalypse. He'd married his girlfriend, Helen, at 28 and came to live a middle-class existence with her and his two eventual children. He was a contract worker working in construction and his wife was an aspiring nurse with a small growing hobby as an author. Tyler didn't have the closest relationship with his parents, but the death of his mother when he was only 35 inspired Tyler to work toward a greater relationship with his father.
The apocalypse a year later put a stop to all that, where Tyler's father was one of the many initial victims of the outbreak. Tyler managed to get his family to a refugee camp, where he believed they would be safe. The situation around them quickly deteriorated and the refugee camp became smaller and smaller. A giant horde finally finished the camp off for good and took the lives of Tyler's wife and son. Tyler and his little girl, Katie, fell in with the other survivors. Tyler swore to protect his daughter from the horror surrounding her.
Their group were a disorganized mess at first, losing and gaining members haphazardly. Leadership of the group fell on many different individual's shoulders. When it finally landed on Tyler's shoulders, it was his status as one of the original members and a family man that put him there. He didn't desire to lead at first, and the few deaths the group suffered under his care only made Tyler dislike the position more. Eventually, Tyler saw his role as more of a protector and a leader, and he wanted to protect his people like they were family. It was around this time that a man named Brad joined the group, who quickly fell in awe with Tyler. Unfortunately, further death put the group at odds. They suffered bandit attacks and suffering at the hands of other humans.
Around the time a woman named Lynn joined the group, Tyler suffered betrayal by one of his group members, who stole supplies and ran off on his own. Tyler became depressed and vulnerable within his position as leader. He bonded with Lynn and eventually started a relationship with her. Still, his people were displeased, so after a large chunk of them went off on their own, Tyler decided he had to lead the group with a heavier hand. The group grew upset with Tyler getting harder on them and they lashed out, making him turn further into a dictator. Eventually, the kinds of people that tolerated Tyler's behaviour were mostly men with shady morality. Tyler came to believe this was the only way for his group to survive, but he was still upset with the world around him. Tyler wondered if he could change it all.
Tyler was initially encouraged by Lynn to work toward a better future, but Tyler came to believe that future was unobtainable with the rotten people all around him. Betrayal eventually was met with death, and Tyler thought of a plan to ensure the survival of the next generation-- his daughter's generation. His group came to clear the catacombs underneath New Orleans, where Tyler eventually began to bring girls so that he could get them pregnant and raise their child in the manner he felt was best for the future. Tyler kept his daughter Katie locked away in the catacombs to shield her from what he had to do. Eventually, Tyler realised that the men working for him were restless and unpredictable. When even threats of execution didn't keep them in line, Tyler was forced to construct an arena for them to entertain themselves with. Even more, Tyler let the men have sex with his pregnant women. It was necessary, he believed, for the future he envisioned.
Lynn, already disgusted by Tyler's actions, felt that this was the final straw. She left the group and Tyler grew furious. He killed anyone that supported Lynn and sent a group after her, though they were unsuccessful in their search.
Tyler continued this way of life until he came across a man named Bruce Levi, the mayor of a community called Haywood. The two struck a deal where Levi would secretly give his women away to Tyler in exchange for supplies. This deal continued uninterrupted until the people of Haywood discovered Levi's secret and overthrew him. They sought to eliminate Tyler and planned an assault on his catacombs. Just before the attack, Tyler managed to capture Lynn, though he was ultimately unsure what to do with her. He hated her for leaving, but he still cared about her in some way. Still, he put her into his arena to entertain his men, believing Lynn was ultimately strong enough to survive. During Haywood's attack, Lynn escaped from her prison and revealed to Tyler she had been infected in the arena. She attacked him as she turned and began to overpower him. Brad saved Tyler's life and killed Lynn, but was bitten by her as a result. Tyler was then forced to kill Brad.
The attack resulted in many of Tyler's men being killed and the walkers in the arena being let loose. The walkers ended up killing his women, ending Tyler's hope for the future. One of Tyler's raiders, Lauren, had grown upset with Tyler and escaped with his daughter during the assault. She and her boyfriend Bull managed to survive with Katie in tow. Tyler, on the other hand, found an injured man, Enrique. Tyler told the man that his name was Thomas and that he was a prisoner. The pair then escaped the catacombs with one of Tyler's men, Bex, who went along with the charade.
A few weeks later, Tyler and his trio sought to enter a community called Outpost. Tyler now called himself "Thomas Zuchowski". Eventually, the three were let in and Tyler became a member of the community's scouts. He met a man named Matt who was tired with the leadership of Outpost and wanted more power. Tyler worked with him to frame the leader of the scouts, Reggie, for murder and mutiny. Matt became known as the man to take down Reggie and Tyler became the new leader of scouts due to his work in taking down Reggie and the friendships he had made.
Tyler then wanted the scouts to attack Haywood, where he believed his daughter had been taken. Matt convinced Outpost's council to approve of the idea and the plan was in motion. The stand-off between the scouts and the people of Haywood resulted in Lauren being murdered under Tyler's orders and Tyler's duplicity soon after coming to light. Still, Tyler managed to escape with his daughter, the person that mattered the most to him. He realised his mistake in hurting countless people to attain some hope for the future when his hope for the future had always been his little girl. Tyler then left New Orleans with Katie and travelled North, where they eventually came to Baton Rouge.
Rhonda - Outpost - Enrique
A pleasant enough greeting, enough to focus Rhonda's nerves and help her focus on the issue at hand. She smiled back, at least. "I just wanted to talk about Myriah... This may take a moment, so I'm not sure if you want to talk at your front door...?" She let that sit for a moment before suddenly waving the idea off. "Never mind, I just heard that you said something to upset Myriah earlier today? Now, everyone is entitled to their opinions and their right to free speech, but we can not possibly condone threats of violence, especially not after the last few months of our lives."
She placed a hand to her chest and paused. She was going to give Enrique a moment to respond, but she suddenly continued, incensed by her growing emotion. "And it isn't your place to be saying anything of the sort. You came in with that awful man and vouched for him. Whether it was your intention or not, you murdered innocent men, and you should be lucky Matt has decided to offer you a second chance. You are, frankly, a suspicious man and a bad influence on our people and our home. For your actions toward Myriah, I will have to bring my grievances to the council. You hope and pray that we are in a good mood this evening."
Tyler - Baton Rouge/Motel
He waited for something to end this awful moment. Tyler could die happy if he never had to face another stand-off in his life, but he knew this kind of thing was bound to happen for as long as he lived in this rotten world. His finger hovered over the trigger, taunting himself to make the slightest of movements and end Adam's life. If only he wasn't potentially aiming at his daughter, then Tyler would have taken the shot by now.
Sweat trickled into Tyler's eye and he flinched slightly, his aim moving away from Adam. This movement caused Adam to break out of his stupor and lower his rifle slightly. "I'm sorry," he said. "I don't want to... shoot anyone..."
A loud bang echoed from the balcony above them, causing Adam to wildly aim upwards. Tyler took this opportunity to move forward and disarm Adam, but the noise from above revealed itself to be a walker, who fell over the railing and slammed into the ground in front of them. Though the rotting corpse broke its leg in the fall, it proceeded to crawl toward them with all its might.
Adam swore out loud and fired upon the creature, but more proceeded to fall from the balcony above. Tyler briefly imagined all of the walkers had piled themselves into the few remaining rooms they had yet to clear, for he had no other idea how they were suddenly falling from the sky in one massive group. He turned to fire on the crowd, focusing on any that approached Katie. He slowly worked his way back to her and stayed close to her side. He then spotted a walker land dangerously close to Liam and he turned to fire... but hesitated. Tyler stared at the walker, watching as it picked itself up and take a step closer to Liam. The boy was a liability, a kid in no position to help in the protection of his daughter. If Liam died now, it would be best for the group.
Tyler simply turned away to fire on a different walker.
A pleasant enough greeting, enough to focus Rhonda's nerves and help her focus on the issue at hand. She smiled back, at least. "I just wanted to talk about Myriah... This may take a moment, so I'm not sure if you want to talk at your front door...?" She let that sit for a moment before suddenly waving the idea off. "Never mind, I just heard that you said something to upset Myriah earlier today? Now, everyone is entitled to their opinions and their right to free speech, but we can not possibly condone threats of violence, especially not after the last few months of our lives."
She placed a hand to her chest and paused. She was going to give Enrique a moment to respond, but she suddenly continued, incensed by her growing emotion. "And it isn't your place to be saying anything of the sort. You came in with that awful man and vouched for him. Whether it was your intention or not, you murdered innocent men, and you should be lucky Matt has decided to offer you a second chance. You are, frankly, a suspicious man and a bad influence on our people and our home. For your actions toward Myriah, I will have to bring my grievances to the council. You hope and pray that we are in a good mood this evening."
Tyler - Baton Rouge/Motel
He waited for something to end this awful moment. Tyler could die happy if he never had to face another stand-off in his life, but he knew this kind of thing was bound to happen for as long as he lived in this rotten world. His finger hovered over the trigger, taunting himself to make the slightest of movements and end Adam's life. If only he wasn't potentially aiming at his daughter, then Tyler would have taken the shot by now.
Sweat trickled into Tyler's eye and he flinched slightly, his aim moving away from Adam. This movement caused Adam to break out of his stupor and lower his rifle slightly. "I'm sorry," he said. "I don't want to... shoot anyone..."
A loud bang echoed from the balcony above them, causing Adam to wildly aim upwards. Tyler took this opportunity to move forward and disarm Adam, but the noise from above revealed itself to be a walker, who fell over the railing and slammed into the ground in front of them. Though the rotting corpse broke its leg in the fall, it proceeded to crawl toward them with all its might.
Adam swore out loud and fired upon the creature, but more proceeded to fall from the balcony above. Tyler briefly imagined all of the walkers had piled themselves into the few remaining rooms they had yet to clear, for he had no other idea how they were suddenly falling from the sky in one massive group. He turned to fire on the crowd, focusing on any that approached Katie. He slowly worked his way back to her and stayed close to her side. He then spotted a walker land dangerously close to Liam and he turned to fire... but hesitated. Tyler stared at the walker, watching as it picked itself up and take a step closer to Liam. The boy was a liability, a kid in no position to help in the protection of his daughter. If Liam died now, it would be best for the group.
Tyler simply turned away to fire on a different walker.
Scouts - The Pub - Alex
Cody hesitated. He licked his lips slightly and glanced between the three other scouts. "Roadkill... Yes, well--"
"Your 'roadkill' turned soon after you left," said a man as he entered the kitchen. He was a tall man with salt and pepper hair who looked to be in his forties. His voice carried a vague European accent that could have possibly been German or French. Hazel followed after him, looking dejected. "According to your doctor, he probably suffered internal bleeding." Cody silently nodded. The stranger than stepped up to the table and smiled rather charmingly, despite his grim entrance. "I am Michael. That's A-E-L."
Hazel gingerly stayed behind the man, rubbing at her arms. "I'm tired of cleaning them up... that man was alive when you brought him..."
Michael abandoned his greeting to turn to the girl. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke calmly into her ear. "It's okay," he muttered. "I dealt with him for you." Hazel noticeably relaxed upon hearing his words. For whatever reason, Cody looked embarrassed.
"You should go rest," Hazel said, smiling. "You were so bad yesterday..."
Michael softly shook his head. "No, I feel much better today. Besides..." He turned back toward the scouts. "I would like to go with you all back to your community. As a man who's been on my own for quite some time, you would be doing me a great service. I am a capable fighter, as your friends Cody and Hazel can agree. Despite the color of my hair, I assure you I am as healthy and fit as can be." He smiled warmly. "I regret leaving poor Hazel on her own, but the girl has assured me she is very capable on her own."
Chris leaned forward slightly, his forehead creasing. "Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked.
The man lifted his hands and shrugged. "I do not know. I've been in the city for some time now, so it is entirely possible. Either way, I'm sure I would have remembered you, anyway. You give off an imposing presence, I must admit." Chris wasn't pleased with that answer. It felt like Michael was trying to deflect his question with a compliment.
Cody finally spoke up, apparently focusing back on what was going on. "You guys said there was a probation period when that Reggie guy was around, so I don't know if we're still doing that..." He looked toward Michael. "But, uh, Hazel vouches for this guy. He helped us with the walker, too."
Michael raised his hands. "So, what do you three say?"
Cody hesitated. He licked his lips slightly and glanced between the three other scouts. "Roadkill... Yes, well--"
"Your 'roadkill' turned soon after you left," said a man as he entered the kitchen. He was a tall man with salt and pepper hair who looked to be in his forties. His voice carried a vague European accent that could have possibly been German or French. Hazel followed after him, looking dejected. "According to your doctor, he probably suffered internal bleeding." Cody silently nodded. The stranger than stepped up to the table and smiled rather charmingly, despite his grim entrance. "I am Michael. That's A-E-L."
Hazel gingerly stayed behind the man, rubbing at her arms. "I'm tired of cleaning them up... that man was alive when you brought him..."
Michael abandoned his greeting to turn to the girl. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke calmly into her ear. "It's okay," he muttered. "I dealt with him for you." Hazel noticeably relaxed upon hearing his words. For whatever reason, Cody looked embarrassed.
"You should go rest," Hazel said, smiling. "You were so bad yesterday..."
Michael softly shook his head. "No, I feel much better today. Besides..." He turned back toward the scouts. "I would like to go with you all back to your community. As a man who's been on my own for quite some time, you would be doing me a great service. I am a capable fighter, as your friends Cody and Hazel can agree. Despite the color of my hair, I assure you I am as healthy and fit as can be." He smiled warmly. "I regret leaving poor Hazel on her own, but the girl has assured me she is very capable on her own."
Chris leaned forward slightly, his forehead creasing. "Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked.
The man lifted his hands and shrugged. "I do not know. I've been in the city for some time now, so it is entirely possible. Either way, I'm sure I would have remembered you, anyway. You give off an imposing presence, I must admit." Chris wasn't pleased with that answer. It felt like Michael was trying to deflect his question with a compliment.
Cody finally spoke up, apparently focusing back on what was going on. "You guys said there was a probation period when that Reggie guy was around, so I don't know if we're still doing that..." He looked toward Michael. "But, uh, Hazel vouches for this guy. He helped us with the walker, too."
Michael raised his hands. "So, what do you three say?"
Danny - Suburbs - Scouts/Alex
He was taken aback slightly by Alex's questioning. Danny eyed the scouts carefully, unsure if Alex was prying for underhanded reasons, but seeing Chris and Jamie brought Danny to his senses. All three scouts shared a look of confusion; They simply desired answers, as any human being would. "Okay," Danny said, nodding. "I'm sorry about all of this, guys, but... fuck." He looked down and placed his hands on his hips, letting out a deep breath. "In the last few months, Outpost has become... different. It's not the place I once knew."
Suddenly, Shannon stepped forward with a sigh. "We're not random survivors," she said. "I was friends with Danny before. Or, uhh, Rudy, I mean." She looked almost embarrassed.
Danny nodded. "They, uh... They need me more than Outpost does."
Chris seemed satisfied with that, but Jamie rolled his eyes. "You're just going to abandon us?"
His eyes narrowing, Danny stared at Jamie. "Outpost has been my goddamn home. If I thought it needed me, I wouldn't be going." Of course, there was more to it, but Danny was hesitant to let it all out. He couldn't be sure what kind of effect it would have. As far as he could tell, not rocking the boat was the best course of action. "And, well, the reason you need to tell Myriah this is because..." He paused, thinking, and his head shifting back and forth slightly. "... She's scared. A lot's happened, and it's hurt her a fuckton. She's scared, so she needs to know I'm okay, all right?" Danny quickly followed this up by stepping forward and offering his hand to Chris, who hesitated momentarily before clasping hands with Danny. Though Chris was smiling, Danny felt like the guy was trying to crush his hand.
"Just, thanks for working with me." He then shook hands with Jamie, who didn't mind it as much as Danny thought he would. Finally, he offered his hand to Alex. "And thanks for looking for me. That's... something Reggie would have done."
Rhonda - Outpost - Enrique
She had to admit, she didn't really know what she was trying to accomplish. She'd made the effort to walk up to Enrique's cabin, but now that she was staring at the front door, she wasn't sure what she was going to say to the man. She had to say something, certainly. It had certainly shaken her to see Myriah so upset. The woman usually kept her cool, even during those unfortunate days after Samantha's murder. Rhonda had known Myriah long enough to know the woman was a lot like her. She cared. She cared so much about each and every one of them. Outpost was her family, and the losses they had received were like punches to the poor woman's psyche. Rhonda was surprised Myriah was only now breaking down.
To think Myriah had also been threatened on top of all that, by a man that had only been with them for a relatively short time. Rhonda couldn't let that go. Myriah was scared of the man, believed that he had something to do with Samantha's murder. All things considered, Rhonda wasn't sure why they hadn't suspected the man sooner. Matt had assured the council that Enrique was a good man, but how could he possibly after all this...?
Letting out a deep breath, Rhonda knocked heavily on Enrique's cabin door.
He was taken aback slightly by Alex's questioning. Danny eyed the scouts carefully, unsure if Alex was prying for underhanded reasons, but seeing Chris and Jamie brought Danny to his senses. All three scouts shared a look of confusion; They simply desired answers, as any human being would. "Okay," Danny said, nodding. "I'm sorry about all of this, guys, but... fuck." He looked down and placed his hands on his hips, letting out a deep breath. "In the last few months, Outpost has become... different. It's not the place I once knew."
Suddenly, Shannon stepped forward with a sigh. "We're not random survivors," she said. "I was friends with Danny before. Or, uhh, Rudy, I mean." She looked almost embarrassed.
Danny nodded. "They, uh... They need me more than Outpost does."
Chris seemed satisfied with that, but Jamie rolled his eyes. "You're just going to abandon us?"
His eyes narrowing, Danny stared at Jamie. "Outpost has been my goddamn home. If I thought it needed me, I wouldn't be going." Of course, there was more to it, but Danny was hesitant to let it all out. He couldn't be sure what kind of effect it would have. As far as he could tell, not rocking the boat was the best course of action. "And, well, the reason you need to tell Myriah this is because..." He paused, thinking, and his head shifting back and forth slightly. "... She's scared. A lot's happened, and it's hurt her a fuckton. She's scared, so she needs to know I'm okay, all right?" Danny quickly followed this up by stepping forward and offering his hand to Chris, who hesitated momentarily before clasping hands with Danny. Though Chris was smiling, Danny felt like the guy was trying to crush his hand.
"Just, thanks for working with me." He then shook hands with Jamie, who didn't mind it as much as Danny thought he would. Finally, he offered his hand to Alex. "And thanks for looking for me. That's... something Reggie would have done."
Rhonda - Outpost - Enrique
She had to admit, she didn't really know what she was trying to accomplish. She'd made the effort to walk up to Enrique's cabin, but now that she was staring at the front door, she wasn't sure what she was going to say to the man. She had to say something, certainly. It had certainly shaken her to see Myriah so upset. The woman usually kept her cool, even during those unfortunate days after Samantha's murder. Rhonda had known Myriah long enough to know the woman was a lot like her. She cared. She cared so much about each and every one of them. Outpost was her family, and the losses they had received were like punches to the poor woman's psyche. Rhonda was surprised Myriah was only now breaking down.
To think Myriah had also been threatened on top of all that, by a man that had only been with them for a relatively short time. Rhonda couldn't let that go. Myriah was scared of the man, believed that he had something to do with Samantha's murder. All things considered, Rhonda wasn't sure why they hadn't suspected the man sooner. Matt had assured the council that Enrique was a good man, but how could he possibly after all this...?
Letting out a deep breath, Rhonda knocked heavily on Enrique's cabin door.
*Is here* :0
Myriah - Outpost
She'd left Sylar and the others soon after Enrique "apologised" to her. She didn't trust his apology for one second. He was simply afraid she'd tell people what he said, oh she knew-- She knew! She also knew that the missing scouts were all her fault. Rudy was among them, her dear friend who she had decided to share her burden with. He knew the truth behind Matt... so she knew she wouldn't see Rudy again. Matt had pulled some strings to get Rudy killed, just like poor Samantha. If only he had left like she told him to! Damn that council for believing Matt's filthy lies!
But she couldn't start panicking. She had to keep her cool and think of some way of unwinding Matt's hands from around everyone's necks. It wasn't immediately apparent to her what the solution would be, but she had to think of something. When Rhonda approached her once she was inside the administrative building, Myriah practically fell at the woman's feet with tears in her eyes. "Oh, Rhonda," she moaned. "Rhonda, I'm-- I'm sorry."
Immediately concerned, as was so like her, Rhonda placed a comforting hand on Myriah's shoulder. "What's wrong? What's happened?"
Myriah took a moment to wipe at her eyes. She dramatically breathed in and out in an "effort" to compose herself. "We lost more scouts today," she whispered. She watched as Rhonda wordlessly pulled her into a hug. Myriah knew that if anyone loved her people more than herself, it was Rhonda. Myriah needed the compassionate woman. She needed her for what had to be done. "And-And I don't think it was an accident."
Rhonda pulled away suddenly. She stared into Myriah's eyes. "Like Samantha?"
Myriah nodded. "We have to talk."
The Scouts - Suburbs - Alex
Jamie slowly stepped out of the vehicle, his eyes widening at the sight before him. The street was like a war zone, practically unrecognisable since earlier that day. He briefly panicked, worried he wouldn't be able to pinpoint where he and Rudy had split up, but Chris came to his rescue. "Okay, I think all four of us split up just up the road here," he said. "I recognise that blue house." He pointed down the street and laughed. "It's even missing its door."
Jamie nodded and took a few shaky steps ahead of the car. His eyes lined the road ahead, stopping and staring at every piece of debris as if Rudy was hiding underneath some of it. He felt a chill run through his body and he held out his hand to catch drops of the rain. It was cold, he thought. Very cold. He realised he didn't want to be out here for one more minute, Rudy be damned.
He watched as Chris stepped in front of him, his large frame moving quickly to scan the line of houses. He ran into one and Jamie could hear his voice echoing from inside, calling out to Rudy. Then he was out in seconds, running to the next house. Chris bugged him, for reasons Jamie couldn't quite pinpoint. He was the kind of guy that Jamie would have once labelled a meat head and ignored at the bar. It was his type who seemed so confident with themselves, their good looks paving roads for them that their personalities would never have accomplished alone. It was his type with a small diminutive girl glued to his arm, the both of them looking at Jamie not with scorn, but with a look that simply asked "What are you doing here?".
Jamie had to wonder, what was he doing here? He was going to be chewed out by that asshole back at Outpost, no matter how this search went. Enrique, who Jamie believed favorited the few female scouts above the others. Amanda had become his girlfriend, after all. Enrique's priorities were obvious to anyone with two working eyes.
"Hey," Chris said, jogging back toward Jamie. "Jamie, you gonna move your legs any time soon? You're our guide here."
Jamie felt like telling him off. He was the one with a head wound here! Before he could say anything though, someone called out from behind the fence line. Jamie and Chris turned in time to find Rudy stepping out from behind a broken gap. Behind him was a girl and a teenage boy. He waved to the three of them. "I heard Chris shouting," he said. The girl and the teenager held back while Rudy stepped up to the three scouts. "Shit... What a mess this storm made, huh?"
Chris eyed the girl behind Rudy for an uncomfortable amount of time. Pretty typical, Jamie thought. "Well, we were looking for you," Chris said, finally looking Rudy's way. Rudy's subsequent pause was only momentary, but he seemed put off by Chris' gaze. No doubt the two were participating in some alpha male dick contest.
"Right, well..." Rudy turned to Alex. "I found shelter, but I was worried about you guys. Is Cody all right?" The scouts confirmed that he was back at The Pub, and Rudy nodded. "Okay... Great. Great... This is great, because I needed to tell you guys I won't coming back with you."
Chris crossed his thick arms. "Why not?"
Rudy shrugged and handed his bag of supplies to Chris. "It's something I want to do." He then turned to Alex. "You... Alex. I need you to tell Myriah that I've left. Willingly. I don't care who else you tell, but she needs to know, okay?"
Jamie felt like asking why it had to be Alex, but he didn't complain.
Tyler - Baton Rouge - Katie/Liam/George/Jacob
He glared at Jacob's back for a moment, irrationally angry that he had brought Katie to a dangerous place. Tyler couldn't possibly have expected anyone-- let alone this this guy-- to clear a place on their own, but still he found his blood boiling. Anger was not something Tyler had an issue with before, but months of living like an animal did terrible things to a man.
Tyler let George follow behind him, so that both adults were flanking him and his little girl. Wherever Liam decided to place himself was beyond Tyler's concern. "Each room one by one," he whispered. "Slowly." As if he needed to remind them of something so obvious-- Or at least Tyler hoped it was obvious, or his time with them would be rather short indeed.
Their arrival at the first room was met with a resounding THUD! from the other side, which Tyler couldn't help but feel immediately set the tone for the rest of their grim task. Opening the door revealed two walkers in relatively good condition. As the male and female pair spilled out of the room and fell face first to the ground, Tyler imagined that they had committed suicide together. A quick survey of the room after they had been dispatched revealed two empty bottles of pills and sheets stained with dry puke. It would have been much simpler if they had both shot a bullet into their brain.
The clean up continued to be a dull affair, though Tyler felt the rest of his group tense up with the reveal of every empty room. What few walkers that did appear gave them little trouble, though Tyler made sure he stayed between them and Katie at all times. He didn't even allow her to look at the dead ones for very long. Eventually, when their task was almost complete, an anomaly showed up out of the blue-- A 20something year old in a beanie.
He suddenly appeared from the next room ahead, banging the door against the wall and pointing his rifle in their direction. Tyler followed suit, aiming his weapon at the guy's head. Dark brown hair stuck out of his hat, long enough to cover his right eye. He looked in relatively good health, though his nose was oddly red and his eyes slightly bloodshot and looking a little too wide. "H-Holy shit!" the guy muttered, his gun moving slightly around to aim at everybody. "Kids! And-And a cat!"
Christ, Tyler knew this guy. "... Adam."
The guy named Adam looked at him like he was crazy. By the look of him, Tyler figured he was high. "... Thomas." Adam blinked a couple of times. "Wow! What the hell?"
He still had his gun trained on the group, unfortunately. Tyler felt like putting him down that very instant for simply spouting that name. Tyler wanted to be done with all the duplicity, but the universe loved to fuck him around. "Adam, lower the gun. You're aiming at children."
Adam seemed too out of to listen. "What are you doing here? I don't... I don't understand."
Tyler swallowed. He looked toward George and Jacob, hoping they had some way to fix this.
She'd left Sylar and the others soon after Enrique "apologised" to her. She didn't trust his apology for one second. He was simply afraid she'd tell people what he said, oh she knew-- She knew! She also knew that the missing scouts were all her fault. Rudy was among them, her dear friend who she had decided to share her burden with. He knew the truth behind Matt... so she knew she wouldn't see Rudy again. Matt had pulled some strings to get Rudy killed, just like poor Samantha. If only he had left like she told him to! Damn that council for believing Matt's filthy lies!
But she couldn't start panicking. She had to keep her cool and think of some way of unwinding Matt's hands from around everyone's necks. It wasn't immediately apparent to her what the solution would be, but she had to think of something. When Rhonda approached her once she was inside the administrative building, Myriah practically fell at the woman's feet with tears in her eyes. "Oh, Rhonda," she moaned. "Rhonda, I'm-- I'm sorry."
Immediately concerned, as was so like her, Rhonda placed a comforting hand on Myriah's shoulder. "What's wrong? What's happened?"
Myriah took a moment to wipe at her eyes. She dramatically breathed in and out in an "effort" to compose herself. "We lost more scouts today," she whispered. She watched as Rhonda wordlessly pulled her into a hug. Myriah knew that if anyone loved her people more than herself, it was Rhonda. Myriah needed the compassionate woman. She needed her for what had to be done. "And-And I don't think it was an accident."
Rhonda pulled away suddenly. She stared into Myriah's eyes. "Like Samantha?"
Myriah nodded. "We have to talk."
The Scouts - Suburbs - Alex
Jamie slowly stepped out of the vehicle, his eyes widening at the sight before him. The street was like a war zone, practically unrecognisable since earlier that day. He briefly panicked, worried he wouldn't be able to pinpoint where he and Rudy had split up, but Chris came to his rescue. "Okay, I think all four of us split up just up the road here," he said. "I recognise that blue house." He pointed down the street and laughed. "It's even missing its door."
Jamie nodded and took a few shaky steps ahead of the car. His eyes lined the road ahead, stopping and staring at every piece of debris as if Rudy was hiding underneath some of it. He felt a chill run through his body and he held out his hand to catch drops of the rain. It was cold, he thought. Very cold. He realised he didn't want to be out here for one more minute, Rudy be damned.
He watched as Chris stepped in front of him, his large frame moving quickly to scan the line of houses. He ran into one and Jamie could hear his voice echoing from inside, calling out to Rudy. Then he was out in seconds, running to the next house. Chris bugged him, for reasons Jamie couldn't quite pinpoint. He was the kind of guy that Jamie would have once labelled a meat head and ignored at the bar. It was his type who seemed so confident with themselves, their good looks paving roads for them that their personalities would never have accomplished alone. It was his type with a small diminutive girl glued to his arm, the both of them looking at Jamie not with scorn, but with a look that simply asked "What are you doing here?".
Jamie had to wonder, what was he doing here? He was going to be chewed out by that asshole back at Outpost, no matter how this search went. Enrique, who Jamie believed favorited the few female scouts above the others. Amanda had become his girlfriend, after all. Enrique's priorities were obvious to anyone with two working eyes.
"Hey," Chris said, jogging back toward Jamie. "Jamie, you gonna move your legs any time soon? You're our guide here."
Jamie felt like telling him off. He was the one with a head wound here! Before he could say anything though, someone called out from behind the fence line. Jamie and Chris turned in time to find Rudy stepping out from behind a broken gap. Behind him was a girl and a teenage boy. He waved to the three of them. "I heard Chris shouting," he said. The girl and the teenager held back while Rudy stepped up to the three scouts. "Shit... What a mess this storm made, huh?"
Chris eyed the girl behind Rudy for an uncomfortable amount of time. Pretty typical, Jamie thought. "Well, we were looking for you," Chris said, finally looking Rudy's way. Rudy's subsequent pause was only momentary, but he seemed put off by Chris' gaze. No doubt the two were participating in some alpha male dick contest.
"Right, well..." Rudy turned to Alex. "I found shelter, but I was worried about you guys. Is Cody all right?" The scouts confirmed that he was back at The Pub, and Rudy nodded. "Okay... Great. Great... This is great, because I needed to tell you guys I won't coming back with you."
Chris crossed his thick arms. "Why not?"
Rudy shrugged and handed his bag of supplies to Chris. "It's something I want to do." He then turned to Alex. "You... Alex. I need you to tell Myriah that I've left. Willingly. I don't care who else you tell, but she needs to know, okay?"
Jamie felt like asking why it had to be Alex, but he didn't complain.
Tyler - Baton Rouge - Katie/Liam/George/Jacob
He glared at Jacob's back for a moment, irrationally angry that he had brought Katie to a dangerous place. Tyler couldn't possibly have expected anyone-- let alone this this guy-- to clear a place on their own, but still he found his blood boiling. Anger was not something Tyler had an issue with before, but months of living like an animal did terrible things to a man.
Tyler let George follow behind him, so that both adults were flanking him and his little girl. Wherever Liam decided to place himself was beyond Tyler's concern. "Each room one by one," he whispered. "Slowly." As if he needed to remind them of something so obvious-- Or at least Tyler hoped it was obvious, or his time with them would be rather short indeed.
Their arrival at the first room was met with a resounding THUD! from the other side, which Tyler couldn't help but feel immediately set the tone for the rest of their grim task. Opening the door revealed two walkers in relatively good condition. As the male and female pair spilled out of the room and fell face first to the ground, Tyler imagined that they had committed suicide together. A quick survey of the room after they had been dispatched revealed two empty bottles of pills and sheets stained with dry puke. It would have been much simpler if they had both shot a bullet into their brain.
The clean up continued to be a dull affair, though Tyler felt the rest of his group tense up with the reveal of every empty room. What few walkers that did appear gave them little trouble, though Tyler made sure he stayed between them and Katie at all times. He didn't even allow her to look at the dead ones for very long. Eventually, when their task was almost complete, an anomaly showed up out of the blue-- A 20something year old in a beanie.
He suddenly appeared from the next room ahead, banging the door against the wall and pointing his rifle in their direction. Tyler followed suit, aiming his weapon at the guy's head. Dark brown hair stuck out of his hat, long enough to cover his right eye. He looked in relatively good health, though his nose was oddly red and his eyes slightly bloodshot and looking a little too wide. "H-Holy shit!" the guy muttered, his gun moving slightly around to aim at everybody. "Kids! And-And a cat!"
Christ, Tyler knew this guy. "... Adam."
The guy named Adam looked at him like he was crazy. By the look of him, Tyler figured he was high. "... Thomas." Adam blinked a couple of times. "Wow! What the hell?"
He still had his gun trained on the group, unfortunately. Tyler felt like putting him down that very instant for simply spouting that name. Tyler wanted to be done with all the duplicity, but the universe loved to fuck him around. "Adam, lower the gun. You're aiming at children."
Adam seemed too out of to listen. "What are you doing here? I don't... I don't understand."
Tyler swallowed. He looked toward George and Jacob, hoping they had some way to fix this.
AnnaBeth said
Hey all. I'm so sorry I've been gone. I had some more issues with my lungs and went MIA for a while, while I tried not to die.Can I jump back in, since my characters are currently NPCs?
That's no problem, you can take them up again.
Scouts - The Pub - Alex
"I... guess I could." Jamie sounded unsure, but he set his face into a look of grim determination. "But we'll find him. I know we will."
Hazel sat at the table next to Jamie and frowned at his wound. "You guys sure you want to bring him?" she asked. "I think he should rest."
Chris laid his palms face down on the table and examined Jamie's wound himself. It looked pretty nasty. Cody must have had no time to bandage it with the other guy in such critical condition. Whether his wound looked bad or not, Chris didn't really want him to come with them, though he wasn't sure if that was what Alex wanted. "... I think he should decide if he's well enough to go."
Jamie nodded, slowly. He stared ahead momentarily. "I... want to go. But can someone clean my head up first? Cody's probably... really busy..."
Chris raised his hands in in a surrendering motion. He had no idea about treating wounds. Thankfully, Hazel offered to try and pulled Jamie out of the kitchen. Left with Alex, Chris walked to the window of the kitchen, squinting at the rain flying at the window in bursts. "It's slowing down," he said. "I think. If it dies down within the next hour, we'll have about an hour or two to look for Rudy." That was cutting it close a bit, considering the drive through the woods took longer than walking. They were lucky Outpost was once a camp of sorts so that they could even drive vehicles in there at all.
"So, I think we just wait, man." He turned to face Alex and shrugged. There was little else to do, except maybe pray. Though Chris was far from a religious man...
***
As predicted, the storm did die down within the next fourty-five minutes. The wind slowed to a crawl and the thunder became only distant growls. Though it was still raining, it could only be considered a slight drizzle. Jamie still complained. "Couldn't we have waited for the rain to stop?" he asked, his right hand hovering over his bandages. "It'll ruin all of Hazel's hard work."
Chris found himself laughing. "Right, all of her hard work. I think you're overselling her just a bit, Jamie."
Jamie pouted. "Well... she tried, okay?" He then got into the back seat of the car, knowing he had no right sitting up front.
Placing his hand on the hood of the car, Chris turned to Alex. "Do you want to drive? I could do it, but I was never much for driving in bad weather."
"I... guess I could." Jamie sounded unsure, but he set his face into a look of grim determination. "But we'll find him. I know we will."
Hazel sat at the table next to Jamie and frowned at his wound. "You guys sure you want to bring him?" she asked. "I think he should rest."
Chris laid his palms face down on the table and examined Jamie's wound himself. It looked pretty nasty. Cody must have had no time to bandage it with the other guy in such critical condition. Whether his wound looked bad or not, Chris didn't really want him to come with them, though he wasn't sure if that was what Alex wanted. "... I think he should decide if he's well enough to go."
Jamie nodded, slowly. He stared ahead momentarily. "I... want to go. But can someone clean my head up first? Cody's probably... really busy..."
Chris raised his hands in in a surrendering motion. He had no idea about treating wounds. Thankfully, Hazel offered to try and pulled Jamie out of the kitchen. Left with Alex, Chris walked to the window of the kitchen, squinting at the rain flying at the window in bursts. "It's slowing down," he said. "I think. If it dies down within the next hour, we'll have about an hour or two to look for Rudy." That was cutting it close a bit, considering the drive through the woods took longer than walking. They were lucky Outpost was once a camp of sorts so that they could even drive vehicles in there at all.
"So, I think we just wait, man." He turned to face Alex and shrugged. There was little else to do, except maybe pray. Though Chris was far from a religious man...
***
As predicted, the storm did die down within the next fourty-five minutes. The wind slowed to a crawl and the thunder became only distant growls. Though it was still raining, it could only be considered a slight drizzle. Jamie still complained. "Couldn't we have waited for the rain to stop?" he asked, his right hand hovering over his bandages. "It'll ruin all of Hazel's hard work."
Chris found himself laughing. "Right, all of her hard work. I think you're overselling her just a bit, Jamie."
Jamie pouted. "Well... she tried, okay?" He then got into the back seat of the car, knowing he had no right sitting up front.
Placing his hand on the hood of the car, Chris turned to Alex. "Do you want to drive? I could do it, but I was never much for driving in bad weather."
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