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The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

Well, there are a few options. He can be a part of Tremblay's community, or he could run into Abram's group. I suppose he could also run into Scarlett/Lillah/Vivian.

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

while I am glad the rp looks cool, you need to be approved before you post anything. thank you for editing your post. Your character looks good. Just give let me talk to my Co-GMs before you post anything in the rp

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Looks fine to me. @Horonir, do you have any ideas for where the character will enter the RP?

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

Shannon - The School - Danny/James/Rob The school was an absolute mess. As soon as they pulled up to the place, their group had been disgusted to find a parking lot filled with an overwhelming amount of trash and corpses. Approaching the entrance, they found heavy barricades that had collapsed in on themselves. An examination of the windows revealed that every single one of them was boarded up. At some point, a large group had been living inside the place, possibly for quite a while. There was also possible people were still there, even if its defenses had been compromised. Shannon wanted James to stay behind with Rob, but the boy had insisted on going in, so everyone went in to explore. They found little more than a graveyard on the inside. More corpses were here and there, with a few walkers up and around as well. Shannon stuck close to James, the boy staring almost longingly at the grisly displays they passed. Down one hallway was a trail of bright red blood, with a corpse strung up from the ceiling by a noose. A walker beside it got up once it sensed them, though it slipped in the blood on the floor. It kept doing so, the group frozen by the unsettling scene. James broke everyone out of their trance by laughing at the display. Chris gave him a hesitant look before taking care of the walker. Right after, Danny decided it would be best for them to split up and cover the whole school. It had a whole two stories, after all. Shannon moved with James and Rob, though she found herself growing concerned with James. Ever since Valentina had disappeared, the boy had acted odd to say the least. Sometimes too calm, sometimes too quiet. He was quite different than the boy she'd met in that store months ago. As Rob checked out a classroom, Shannon grabbed James to check out the one next door. Inside, the desks were arranged in a circle, and a knife was lodged into the top of one of them. Dry blood stains were on the floor, looking as if someone tried to clean them up. On the chalkboard was a mess of words-- incomprehensible to Shannon. Whoever had been writing on it seemed to have been writing words at random. Shannon frowned at the display, before moving to examine the shelves at the side of the classroom. "All children, except one, grow up," James suddenly said, causing Shannon to spin around. At the look on her face, James pointed at the chalkboard. "It's from Peter Pan." It took her a moment, but she indeed spotted the phrase amidst the mess of words. In fact, as she looked more, she found that it was not a random mess of words, but a random mass of quotes. "You've read Peter Pan?" she asked, looking back at the shelves. She wondered if those books could be found in here. This school must have a library. James walked up beside her, idly rubbing his fingers against the dust on the shelves and examining his fingertips. "Mmhm. I used to read a lot... mostly older books. Books my parents said were classics." "You can draw and read well. Can you write?" "Maybe. I never really wrote outside of homework." Shannon sighed when all she could find was folders of blank school assignments. She'd have to try the library before they left. "You should try it when you get the chance. Emma said she liked to write, so..." Shannon paused at that, giving James an apologetic look. "... Did you do good in school?" James didn't seem phased by her mention of Emma. "Duh. Teachers always said how diligent I was. In grade nine, my teacher from grade school set it up so I had some sort of advanced reading material. She expected that I'd be on the honor roll." He turned to look at the desks, his gaze lingering on the upright knife. "But everything bad happened before I could do it. I really wanted to be on the honor roll in high school, at least for one year. But those teachers are probably dead like my mom and dad now. Like Valentina." James moved to the desk, grabbing at the knife and pulling it out. "They're all dead, and I think we'll be dead soon too." Her worry growing, Shannon stepped forward. "James--" "I want to find Emma, but nothing I want ever comes true anymore. We'll die before we find her. We'll die--" "How's it going?" Danny asked from the doorway. Shannon had moved to grab James by the shoulder, but she found herself jumping at Danny's sudden entrance. "Jesus!" "What?" He looked at her as if she was accusing him of something. "Nothing. James, I'll take the knife--" "No." James stared at her, his hand gripping at the black hilt. She could see his hand going white as he strained to hold on to it. "I want to keep it. You never let me hold any weapons. I saved you with a knife, remember?" "You don't know how to properly use it. You don't even like guns." "It's not a gun, it's a knife--" "Shannon," Danny said, his voice weary. "Let the kid hold the knife. Where we're going, he's going to fucking need it." "Yeah, I'm going to fucking need it." "James!" She gave Danny a reproachful look. "Don't pick up his bad habits." Glaring at her, James stepped away, shrugging Shannon off as she attempted to grab his arm. "Stop, okay? You're not my mom, so I can say what I want around you." Before Shannon could make an argument, he was moving past Danny and out of the classroom. "I'm going to hang out with Rob." Shannon stood in the middle of the classroom, flabbergasted by the altercation. She'd always scoffed at the idea of being like a mother to James, but to hear him verbalize it like that... hurt. He'd always treated her like his big sister, or a mother... what was going on with him? "He's stressed," Danny said at the look on her face. "This school's a fucking nightmare, of course he's on edge." He stepped forward now, closing the distance between them. He reached out and took hold of her arms, holding them gently in place. "And I can tell you're on edge too. You need to calm down." Shannon licked her lips, closing her stinging eyes. He was right that she was on edge, but she was always on edge these days. You couldn't afford not to be. "I'm so tired of this, Dan." She opened her eyes to find him pulling her into a hug. "Don't I know it," he said. "But it'll be okay. We'll save Emma and make a new life out here. It's not all bad." She could almost laugh. "Not all bad?" "Yeah, I mean... no school. No job. No politics. No grand fucking society we have to adhere to. No--" She pulled back now, keeping him at arm's length. She looked into his eyes warily. "Are you implying there's something good about all this? That our old lives have been destroyed is a good thing?" Sensing her mood, Danny detached from her. "Well, not entirely, but--" "You have got to be kidding me. Are you enjoying yourself, Danny? I bet you were having the time of your goddamn life in Outpost." "I don't know why you're-- Okay, look, like I said, you're stressed--" "Oh, shove off, Dan. You don't get it, and we don't have time for me to sit here and try to make you get it." She moved past him, roughly, much like James had. She knew she shouldn't be so angry at him about this, but she was still on edge about what James said. This school-- this school was a horror house, and Shannon felt like it was eating away at her. Like some supernatural force, every foul mood and memory she'd sustained in the last six months were taking over her like a tidal wave. She was just sick and tired of this world she'd found herself in. Behind her, Danny said, "That's it. We're done with this place. I'll round up the others so we can get the hell out of here." Shannon couldn't agree more. Fuck the library.

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

Awesome, those both look good. Feel free to add them to the Character tab.

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

Tremblay - Book Store - Jessalyn Tremblay listened intently to Jessalyn's story, hands clasped in his lap. At the mention of Haywood, he leaned back slightly, his thoughtful smile turning slightly more toward a grim expression. He played it off as concern for her well being, letting out a deep breath once Jess was finished. "I've not heard of anyone named Floyd coming through these parts," Tremblay said. "So, perhaps you just got here ahead of him. I'll keep the name in mind, anyway." Jess chose to ask how he'd come into power, and he supposed it was as good a question as any. Readjusting himself on the couch, he took a more relaxed position as he started to explain. "I said the right words," he said, pausing for effect afterward. He smiled at this. "Considering the state of Baton Rouge before I arrived, it's surprising it didn't involve much in the way of bloodshed. I've already mentioned Magnus, and outside I'm sure you heard me mention the name Richard. They both had their own groups here before I arrived, and the relationship I share with them has become a bit complicated as of late. They both wanted people for their various goals-- were willing to capture men and women to see these through. The only issue was that they were at each other's throats, the two groups threatening to tear the other to pieces." He looked about the room, his eyes eventually settling on the store's front entrance, looking out at the plaza beyond. "But then my group arrived. Magnus would have liked to see us on one of his operating tables, but we put up a good fight. A bit too good. I started rallying the stragglers and loners to my cause-- after all, I was the lesser of the three evils. The pair of them didn't much like the idea of a third group messing with their plans, so they both sought to strike a deal with me in order to put away the other. As Richard was the more aggressive of the two, I knew I had to give them a little more leeway. I ended up occupying what Magnus owned, our groups largely combining. Magnus has his own men and his own quarters, of course, but I'm afraid he has to answer to me now. Richard, finally having Magnus out of his hair, was happy with trading me the poor unfortunate souls he stills tends to capture." Seeing that Ben had calmed down immensely during the story, Tremblay gestured to him. "He's very beautiful. I haven't seen a baby in quite some time. You may be worried that I seek to harm him, but what would that get me? I am a pragmatic person, Jessalyn, not a ruthless one. I've been around and seen the kinds of leaders this new society has to offer. I've seen monstrous leaders who achieve their goals through power and intimidation. These ones gain quite the number of enemies-- and usually end up dead because of it. I've seen leaders with hearts too big to lead, their morals disallowing them from turning any away. They try to make everyone happy, only to find that it's impossible. Someone will see their weakness and eventually destroy them from the inside. I think I strike a balance between these, and my people think so too. That's not to say things are perfect around here... I'm sure you can already see the cracks in my leadership." "But if things go badly, and I'm sure they will eventually, there's always new places to explore. New community's to build. That's how I've lived since this all began, Jessalyn."

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Tremblay - Baton Rouge/Plaza - Jessalyn As they left he vicinity of the van, Tremblay noted that Kerry decided to storm off, not looking particularly happy about these proceedings. Really, what had he expected to happen? Jon, who had been speaking to Kerry, moved to intercept Tremblay before he and Jess entered the store. "Want me to watch him?" he asked. With a slight roll of his eyes, Tremblay said, "No. I think Magnus will get the message once he returns. What I need you to do is meet Richard's drop-off." That he was saying all of this in front of Jess didn't seem to be an issue. Jon nodded and moved to go, but Tremblay stopped him before he could go, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. "He's holding two back that I'll have to pay double for. We don't have enough for that, so when they arrive, you'll need to work it out. Do you understand?" Confirming that he understood, Jon quickly headed off. Tremblay watched as he passed by the van, the men milling around it finally moving it out of the way. He then turned back to Jess, silently gesturing for her to enter the store. It was a book store, though not a particularly luxurious one. There was a section at the back that was once used for relaxation and quiet reading. There was a rocking chair here that Jess moved toward, while Tremblay took the small sofa across from her. A bright pastel carpet sat between them. "One of the more unassuming stores in the plaza," Tremblay said. "It's a nice place for some quiet discussion-- relaxation." Indeed, the sounds of the workers and soldiers outside felt like only a whisper in here. Tremblay then listened as Jess explained her willingness to protect her child. He smiled at this and folded his hands in his lap. "And I don't doubt you would try. You shouldn't have anything to worry about that--" But then, Jess' mood took a turn for the worse. Tremblay watched as tears began to roll down her face. He stared at her, evenly, not saying a word. He waited a moment, letting the silence between them stretch on. "... Normally." he finally said, slowly, his accent becoming more pronounced. "Normally, I would threaten you and tell you to leave Baton Rouge with your tail between your legs. However, I can't possibly do that to a mother and her child. You should understand that Ben is safer here than he would be out there. I already lifted you off Magnus' hands, and leaving you to him would have been an awful thing to do, you see." He turned now, idly running his hand along a shelf of books. "I'd let you go, if I could. I would do a great many things differently, if I could. Baton Rouge has too many people, you see, two many groups vying for the meager supplies left in the city. I have too many deals with groups as it is-- Letting them stick around in exchange for something in return. As a result, new groups that come in have to be uprooted. They either assimilate, or they leave. I can't have you leave, not in good conscience, so you'll have to stay. It's for that reason that I'd like to get to know you, and you can get to know me." After stating this, he looked her in the eyes, clearly examining her intensely. "What's brought you to the city, Jessalyn? Does Ben have a father? I understand that those can be difficult to answer, so I offer you to ask me any question you'd like in exchange." --- Tyler - Motel - Katie/Scarlett/Liam He opened the blinds, letting the morning sun stream through the windows. He stared down at his daughter as the light stirred her awake. "Time to get up," he said, sternly, though with that soft fatherly vibe. He wasn't mad at her by any means, but things needed to change around here. "I brought a bucket up with some water. Wash your face in the bathroom, then meet me on the balcony." He tapped at the bucket, thankful that the tarp hanging in the pool managed to collect enough water to last them a few days. He stepped outside, turning quickly to knock on Scarlett's door. When she answered, he looked past her, looking for Liam. "Liam's going to join Katie for the practice I have planned. I think it'd be best if you keep out of it for now. I can get George to assist me." --- Jon - The drop-off He waited silently with two others, his hands gripping tightly at the rifle in his hands. A wind had picked up on his way here, and in the shade of the plaza building, Jon felt uncomfortably cool. The feeling wasn't right-- it was entirely off, frankly. His insides were practically burning up at the thought of meeting with Richard's men. They weren't fun people to deal with, usually, especially not when the deal had to be switched around. Tremblay considered the non-white prisoners a priority, which Richard Tries certainly took advantage of. He probably thought it soft, weak, and considering the situation, Jon figured it probably was both of those things. It was monumental that Tremblay had managed to earn any amount of trust with these guys, considering his apparent desire to 'save' some of their prisoners. But that was the deal. That was the relationship. Jon thought it was fucked up, but it was the only way they could both coexist. The problem was, especially now, Tremblay simply didn't have the resources to take everybody off Richard's hands. With two non-white people to account for, Tremblay would have to turn some of the white prisoners away. That's what Jon dreaded-- having to see the look on their faces. They were usually always groups who'd been together before being captured. Friends. It didn't help that Richard's men didn't like it when they were forced to compromise. Jesus, if only they could just put a giant dome around Baton Rouge, it would solve so many problems. Sighing, he exchanged knowing looks with the others while he silently waited for the inevitable.

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Tyler - Baton Rouge/Motel - Scarlett He stood stiffly, regarding her with a suspicious gaze as she began to explain herself. He hadn't assumed she was doing something wrong, but the consideration was there, at the back of his mind. When it involved Katie, Tyler couldn't help but think of even the worst scenarios. But that didn't seem to be the case, exactly-- it was something that Tyler wasn't exactly surprised to hear. She wants me to be her mom. Or rather, her new mom. Scarlett's words bounced around in his head, scratching and clawing at his memories. Helen. Her name emerged from the sudden whirlwind inside his mind after being buried deep into Tyler's mind. He'd thought of Helen briefly as they'd arrived in Baton Rouge, but he'd buried her once again, unwilling to to allow himself to think about her for long. He moved now to lean against the railing, turning to once again look over the motel and the city beyond. The sun had set now, plunging the world into a hazy darkness. Helen had been lost in the early days of the outbreak, and the chaos that resulted hadn't allowed Tyler to grieve her for long. Survival had taken its place, then it had been responsibility. His body had been cut open by Helen's death and nothingness was left in its place. Lynn took up that space, once, and then his misguided desire to fix the world took her place right after. In the wake of all that he'd lost, Tyler was beginning to realize that hole was empty once again, crushing him with its overwhelming nothingness. When Scarlett was finished, Tyler began to speak. He didn't look toward her, for he knew his emotions were plain on his face. "Katie wasn't there when her mother died. Her... brother died along with her. Dylan." He had to force himself to say the name. It still hurt. "But Katie wasn't there. The safety zone was in chaos, and by the time I found Katie and got us both out of there..." He sighed, lowering his head to run a hand through his hair. "I told her they'd gone away. I never told her they died, but she must have realized they had eventually. I think so. But even when Helen was alive--" That name. Helen. Helen. Helen. "We-- She was always so busy. She'd spend so much time working at the hospital, and then when she alive, she'd bury herself away in our room to work on her novel. She didn't have the best relationship with our kids. Neither did I, for that matter." He turned to her now, a bit more in control of himself. He'd abated the tears, and he hoped the dim light would obscure the scowl on his face. "So, it's my fault that she's felt the need to say this to you. You're the first woman to spend a lot of time with her in a while." It might have just as easily been Lynn or Lauren, if circumstances were different. Tyler was against it then, and he was against it now. "But-- Listen. You don't know what my daughter needs. A maternal figure? She has her father. If you think you can replace her mother just like that--" He felt it then-- the anger. It was rising, bubbling up from inside him. He didn't want to get angry with Scarlett, but it was simply in his nature. He should never have let his thoughts linger on Lynn and Lauren. Hands balled into fists, he moved to grab the railing once again so had something to do with them. "If she talks about this again, you set her straight. You tell her that you could never replace Helen. You tell her that no one will replace Dylan. Do you understand? I'm not blaming you, Scarlett, but for you to even entertain this idea is a slap to my goddamn face."

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Tremblay - Baton Rouge/Plaza - Jess/Kerry He nodded at her name, looking behind himself briefly at those milling by. He focused on the gardens for a moment, before turning back to the woman. "We have the supplies to support a young child," Tremblay said, his French accent coming through. "So, do not worry about that." Leaving the door open and unattended, Tremblay moved around the van to approach Kerry. "I know this is hard for Magnus to understand sometimes, but when I say I have something handled, I have it handled. No doubt he wants to bring this woman back to his compound. He'll say he took initiative, but we both know he was undermining me. You were undermining me." He stared Kerry down, as if daring him to talk back. He placed a hand on Kerry's shoulder, speaking before Kerry could properly respond. "Run along. This woman's in my hands now, and whoever else Magnus is planning to get his grubby hands on." Sometimes, Tremblay wished he hadn't kept Magnus so close. He left Kerry to return to Jessalyn, who had been escorted out of the vehicle. He gestured for her to move down the path, into one of the stores at the plaza. "You're here now, so I'm afraid going back isn't an option right now. But you need to understand that we're not here to harm you-- we're here to work with you. I just need to ask you a few questions, and then I can properly determine what to do with you. Ben will be in safe hands, I promise." He waited for her to move ahead, to follow him into the building. There really wasn't anywhere else for her to go, with two armed men standing behind her.

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Tyler - Motel - Katie/Scarlett After a moment, Tyler let himself in. Katie was inside, so he doubted Scarlett was doing anything that needed the utmost privacy. However, walking inside, he found Katie moving away from Scarlett, looking guilty. He wasn't too sure what to make of it at first. "I, uh..." Looking the pair over, he moved next to Katie. She not only looked guilty-- her face had gone a bright red out of embarassment. Tyler gave Scarlett a pointed look, nodding slightly toward the door, before looking back at Katie and smiling. "I'm sorry about all this. But that doesn't mean I've changed my mind. You still need to learn how to take care of yourself, Katie, and tomorrow we're going to get some work in." Then, Tyler stood and moved toward the door, waiting for Scarlett to follow him. "Wait here, honey, Scarlett and I need to talk for a moment." --- Tremblay - Baton Rouge - Kerry/Jess He'd dismissed Jamie and put the boy in the care of his field men. It would be a suitable place for him, as Tremblay was sure he'd take offense to labor duty. Though, it was quickly becoming a problem, where his people were thinking they didn't need to tend to the crops, or clean the living areas, or (worst of all) cook for themselves. Forcing men and women to work for them in exchange for protection in the community had been a means of making up for their population numbers, but it was quickly making them all lazy, and Tremblay knew things would have to change eventually. Stepping out of the store, his eyes scanned the parking lot, looking over the storage tents spread out in front of him. He started making his way across to the plaza across the street when a van rolled up. Tremblay watched it as it swerved into the plaza, where the labor space was situated. Within this complex of stores and parking lots was where most of the work got done. Whoever was driving the van, Tremblay was concerned they'd be disturbing today's workers. He eventually found it parked in the loading bay, where Jon was questioning Kerry. One of Magnus' boys, so obviously something was up. Without a word, Tremblay moved to the van and opened one of the back doors. He stared at the woman squished in the back with a baby in her arms, thinking of the collection of words he'd sternly be delivering to Magnus and his men. "Well then," Tremblay said. "You're a new face. What's your name?"

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

Well, as the site changed links around a bit, none of my links in the character list work correctly. I'll start fixing them, but if everyone could add all of their sheets to the Character tab, that'd help me out a bunch.