StoreMyst said
Oh we could make more characters for citizens of Haywood.
This is also a good idea.
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This is also a good idea.
OutlawedPanda said
Yeah... and we can have even more people that Daniel can ignore
The more the merrier.
HellHoundWoof said
Hi I'm back! Prepare for some Enrique Ortiz stuff to happen, ((where might I cut in?))
If you're still unsure, you could possibly make a raider or make a character to join up with Daniel's group.
Shannon - Railroad Tracks - Polyester
Shannon realized she was being ignored. Daniel was far too incensed to listen and it seemed to her that Aleck barely even registered her as existing. Her idea to wait and regroup would not be happening. She stepped away from Daniel, putting distance between her and the two men. She didn't have it in her to argue in an uphill battle.
Crossing her arms to deal with the cold, Shannon looked wistfully skyward. She stared anxiously at the stars, realizing she barely knew a single constellation. She remembered once having a vivid fantasy of staring at the night sky with some boy she loved, pointing out the constellations and counting the stars. She had forgotten to study for her dream date.
The approach of a third man brought Shannon's attention back to Earth. She took a few steps toward him in an attempt to see what he looked like in the dark. His voice had wavered slightly and he sounded a bit scared, leading Shannon to assume he was younger than her, but she was surprised to find him older when she got a good look at him. She considered what he said and placed a hand on his shoulder, directing him away from Daniel and Aleck. "My name's Shannon. You're welcomed to stick with us, but..." She cast her eyes downward. "This is kind of a bad time."
She stole a glance toward Daniel and leaned in toward the newcomer's ear. "I'll make sure Daniel lets you come with us," she whispered. "We have a garage where you can stay."
Beckett "Bex" Everett - Underground
Bex awoke to swearing and the sounds of fighting. He got out of bed - A cot smack dab in the middle of all the other piece of shit cots - and found some of the other men punching each other over some reason or another. It was really no surprise with half the group filled with savages. Not that Bex was complaining; it was merely an observation. He never said anything about how Tyler did things, even if some of it would have made the man Bex once was disgusted. No, it really didn't matter now. Survival was everything, and keeping one's mouth shut was just another part of that.
He wandered into what was considered the armory, having to duck low in order to avoid banging his head off a low hanging archway. There was a serious amount of weaponry down the armory, more than enough for everyone in the group. Most kept personal weapons on their person, but the best of the best was stored in the armory. The weaponry was regulated by Tyler, given out on expeditions, missions, or whenever Tyler just felt like it. There were guards on duty to ensure no one decided to sneak off with something they should not have. They hadn't an incident in such a while (Death by noose tended to put people off), though Tyler still kept a regular influx of guards.
In there now was Lauren, the only women in the group. She smiled at Bex as he came in and placed her hands on his hips, regarding him with an amused expression. A good mood, then. Bex liked Lauren, her red hair and slim, almost dainty features reminded him of a woman he once knew. Though, he sometimes wondered if Lauren was okay with the kinds of things Tyler got up to. She certainly had more reason than most to not be comfortable with it all, but she never really confided in anyone. Bex had tried to pick the woman's brain on multiple occasions, but she was a tough nut to crack. He suspected she was a lot like him, willing to put up with just about anything to ensure her own survival.
Lauren was a tough woman, and the proof lied entirely in the fact that none of the men had ever tried to force themselves on her. Of course, that may have been because of the man who stood next to her right now. Bull, the group's resident lumberjack, was a staggering seven feet tall man with more muscle than Bex thought entirely possible and an extremely bushy brown beard. The man was currently hunched over one table of weapons, probably checking if everything was in perfect condition. Tyler made the guards do that as well.
Lauren tapped Bull on the shoulder and waved toward Bex. Bull turned around and grinned, crossing his heavily bandaged arms. "Well, you look like shit today!" the man said jovially.
Bex flipped him the bird. "At least you look worse." He walked over to one of the desks and leaned against it, making Lauren shake her head.
"Don't go knocking those over!" she snapped.
Bex smiled at her. "You always say that."
"And then you knocked them over once, you idiot!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the display of weapons. "Why are you here anyway? I thought you'd be gone for a few days."
Bex sighed. "Turns out the mall is shitdeep in walkers again. Someone fucked up so I had no choice but to come back." Bex yawned loudly. "... And then I couldn't get much sleep with those assholes fighting all the time."
Bull walked up to them, pumping his fist. "They should take it the arena then." He licked his lips. "Not enough fresh meat down there, if you know what I mean."
Lauren rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. It was known that Lauren was a fan of the Bull's aggressive side. "Well, did you hear about Lynn, then?"
Bex shook his head. "Did we find her? I don't know much about it, Lauren."
"I know. I mean, they also brought another girl in. She looked pretty young."
Bex lifted an eyebrow, studying Lauren carefully. Why did she care who was brought in? Unless... "Maybe I'll go take a look at her," he said.
Bull placed his arms around Lauren, pulling her into a bear hug. He snickered. "Heh, I know I wanna take a look. Too bad we're stuck here, though." He placed a kiss on the top of Lauren's head.
"Oh, baby..." Lauren smiled and started rubbing Bull's hands. "You know I wouldn't let you anyway." Bull's hug loosened and Lauren twisted in his arms to place a kiss on his mouth. She would soon be lost in a mess of muscle and hair, Bex figured. He saluted to Bull as he left the armory, who responded with a wave before going back to giving Lauren his full attention.
Shannon realized she was being ignored. Daniel was far too incensed to listen and it seemed to her that Aleck barely even registered her as existing. Her idea to wait and regroup would not be happening. She stepped away from Daniel, putting distance between her and the two men. She didn't have it in her to argue in an uphill battle.
Crossing her arms to deal with the cold, Shannon looked wistfully skyward. She stared anxiously at the stars, realizing she barely knew a single constellation. She remembered once having a vivid fantasy of staring at the night sky with some boy she loved, pointing out the constellations and counting the stars. She had forgotten to study for her dream date.
The approach of a third man brought Shannon's attention back to Earth. She took a few steps toward him in an attempt to see what he looked like in the dark. His voice had wavered slightly and he sounded a bit scared, leading Shannon to assume he was younger than her, but she was surprised to find him older when she got a good look at him. She considered what he said and placed a hand on his shoulder, directing him away from Daniel and Aleck. "My name's Shannon. You're welcomed to stick with us, but..." She cast her eyes downward. "This is kind of a bad time."
She stole a glance toward Daniel and leaned in toward the newcomer's ear. "I'll make sure Daniel lets you come with us," she whispered. "We have a garage where you can stay."
Beckett "Bex" Everett - Underground
Bex awoke to swearing and the sounds of fighting. He got out of bed - A cot smack dab in the middle of all the other piece of shit cots - and found some of the other men punching each other over some reason or another. It was really no surprise with half the group filled with savages. Not that Bex was complaining; it was merely an observation. He never said anything about how Tyler did things, even if some of it would have made the man Bex once was disgusted. No, it really didn't matter now. Survival was everything, and keeping one's mouth shut was just another part of that.
He wandered into what was considered the armory, having to duck low in order to avoid banging his head off a low hanging archway. There was a serious amount of weaponry down the armory, more than enough for everyone in the group. Most kept personal weapons on their person, but the best of the best was stored in the armory. The weaponry was regulated by Tyler, given out on expeditions, missions, or whenever Tyler just felt like it. There were guards on duty to ensure no one decided to sneak off with something they should not have. They hadn't an incident in such a while (Death by noose tended to put people off), though Tyler still kept a regular influx of guards.
In there now was Lauren, the only women in the group. She smiled at Bex as he came in and placed her hands on his hips, regarding him with an amused expression. A good mood, then. Bex liked Lauren, her red hair and slim, almost dainty features reminded him of a woman he once knew. Though, he sometimes wondered if Lauren was okay with the kinds of things Tyler got up to. She certainly had more reason than most to not be comfortable with it all, but she never really confided in anyone. Bex had tried to pick the woman's brain on multiple occasions, but she was a tough nut to crack. He suspected she was a lot like him, willing to put up with just about anything to ensure her own survival.
Lauren was a tough woman, and the proof lied entirely in the fact that none of the men had ever tried to force themselves on her. Of course, that may have been because of the man who stood next to her right now. Bull, the group's resident lumberjack, was a staggering seven feet tall man with more muscle than Bex thought entirely possible and an extremely bushy brown beard. The man was currently hunched over one table of weapons, probably checking if everything was in perfect condition. Tyler made the guards do that as well.
Lauren tapped Bull on the shoulder and waved toward Bex. Bull turned around and grinned, crossing his heavily bandaged arms. "Well, you look like shit today!" the man said jovially.
Bex flipped him the bird. "At least you look worse." He walked over to one of the desks and leaned against it, making Lauren shake her head.
"Don't go knocking those over!" she snapped.
Bex smiled at her. "You always say that."
"And then you knocked them over once, you idiot!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the display of weapons. "Why are you here anyway? I thought you'd be gone for a few days."
Bex sighed. "Turns out the mall is shitdeep in walkers again. Someone fucked up so I had no choice but to come back." Bex yawned loudly. "... And then I couldn't get much sleep with those assholes fighting all the time."
Bull walked up to them, pumping his fist. "They should take it the arena then." He licked his lips. "Not enough fresh meat down there, if you know what I mean."
Lauren rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. It was known that Lauren was a fan of the Bull's aggressive side. "Well, did you hear about Lynn, then?"
Bex shook his head. "Did we find her? I don't know much about it, Lauren."
"I know. I mean, they also brought another girl in. She looked pretty young."
Bex lifted an eyebrow, studying Lauren carefully. Why did she care who was brought in? Unless... "Maybe I'll go take a look at her," he said.
Bull placed his arms around Lauren, pulling her into a bear hug. He snickered. "Heh, I know I wanna take a look. Too bad we're stuck here, though." He placed a kiss on the top of Lauren's head.
"Oh, baby..." Lauren smiled and started rubbing Bull's hands. "You know I wouldn't let you anyway." Bull's hug loosened and Lauren twisted in his arms to place a kiss on his mouth. She would soon be lost in a mess of muscle and hair, Bex figured. He saluted to Bull as he left the armory, who responded with a wave before going back to giving Lauren his full attention.
Shannon - Railroad Tracks - Daniel & Aleck
She knew it for sure now. This guy, Aleck, had been with Emma when Shannon fired on their group. He had been the one who told her to put her weapon down peacefully. She didn't believe him at the time, but she supposed he really had wanted peace after all. She put away her gun to appease the man.
Aleck wanted to lead them to Emma, but there was no way in hell that this was a good idea. If they had armed men to deal with, Shannon didn't think they were in any position to get Emma back. Not at the moment, at least. Aleck probably had a plan in mind, but that didn't matter. They needed to regroup and gather their strength. Shannon placed a hand on Daniel's arm, intentionally this time. "Wait," she said, speaking barely loud enough for Aleck to hear. "Let's go back to the garage and let Amelia in on this. We need to... We need to think about this." Her eyes looked briefly toward Aleck. "Okay, Daniel?"
She knew it for sure now. This guy, Aleck, had been with Emma when Shannon fired on their group. He had been the one who told her to put her weapon down peacefully. She didn't believe him at the time, but she supposed he really had wanted peace after all. She put away her gun to appease the man.
Aleck wanted to lead them to Emma, but there was no way in hell that this was a good idea. If they had armed men to deal with, Shannon didn't think they were in any position to get Emma back. Not at the moment, at least. Aleck probably had a plan in mind, but that didn't matter. They needed to regroup and gather their strength. Shannon placed a hand on Daniel's arm, intentionally this time. "Wait," she said, speaking barely loud enough for Aleck to hear. "Let's go back to the garage and let Amelia in on this. We need to... We need to think about this." Her eyes looked briefly toward Aleck. "Okay, Daniel?"
Shannon - Railroad Tracks - Daniel & Aleck
Shannon didn't respond right away, letting Daniel talk at length. He frantically hopped around the railroad, pointing out the tracks on the ground. She took his word on the tracks; Shannon certainly had no kind of tracking experience. She could barely recall camping once in her entire life. "I'm sorry," she said when he was finished. She was sorry about a great many things, but for having fired at his sister most of all. If the girl had been anything like her brother, Shannon knew she had made a grave mistake. "You aren't thinking of trying to find her tonight, are you?" She crossed her arms in an attempt at coming off more strongly. "We should go back for now and continue the search in the morning."
Her limbs felt like wet noodles and she could barely keep her eyes open, but that wasn't the only reason why Shannon was proposing waiting until the morning. She didn't care how good Daniel was, now wasn't that the time to be tracking anyone down. Not nowadays, with monsters about.
The approach of someone from the darkness caused Shannon to take a step forward. One hand went backwards, grabbing the gun stuffed into her pants, the other reaching out for Daniel's arm. A moment passed before Shannon realized her dumb instinctual move. She removed her hand and grasped her gun in both hands, aiming it at the ground.
The unknown man asked about Emma, and Shannon realized his voice sounded familiar. She found herself growing uneasy, and so Shannon waited for Daniel to speak for the both of them.
Shannon didn't respond right away, letting Daniel talk at length. He frantically hopped around the railroad, pointing out the tracks on the ground. She took his word on the tracks; Shannon certainly had no kind of tracking experience. She could barely recall camping once in her entire life. "I'm sorry," she said when he was finished. She was sorry about a great many things, but for having fired at his sister most of all. If the girl had been anything like her brother, Shannon knew she had made a grave mistake. "You aren't thinking of trying to find her tonight, are you?" She crossed her arms in an attempt at coming off more strongly. "We should go back for now and continue the search in the morning."
Her limbs felt like wet noodles and she could barely keep her eyes open, but that wasn't the only reason why Shannon was proposing waiting until the morning. She didn't care how good Daniel was, now wasn't that the time to be tracking anyone down. Not nowadays, with monsters about.
The approach of someone from the darkness caused Shannon to take a step forward. One hand went backwards, grabbing the gun stuffed into her pants, the other reaching out for Daniel's arm. A moment passed before Shannon realized her dumb instinctual move. She removed her hand and grasped her gun in both hands, aiming it at the ground.
The unknown man asked about Emma, and Shannon realized his voice sounded familiar. She found herself growing uneasy, and so Shannon waited for Daniel to speak for the both of them.
Shannon - Railroad Tracks - Daniel
Shannon dutifully followed Daniel out of the truck, but only walked with him halfway toward the tracks. She stood watching him, her hands nervously touching at her hair and her eyes looking around for signs of movement. It was rather dark out now and probably very late at night by Shannon's estimation. No sane person would still be hanging out here with monsters lurking about.
Shouting brought Shannon's attention back to Daniel, who was calling out for his sister. He started scanning the ground, looking around the dead walkers. Daniel seemed to know what he was doing, though Shannon couldn't even begin to guess what he was seeing. His movements were erratic, marked with an obvious air of desperation. Shannon was about to call out to him, but her voice caught in her throat. She was just too cold, tired, and admittedly scared. "Daniel," she said softly, walking up to him. She almost placed a hand on his shoulder, but instead shoved it into her pocket. "What are you looking at?"
Shannon dutifully followed Daniel out of the truck, but only walked with him halfway toward the tracks. She stood watching him, her hands nervously touching at her hair and her eyes looking around for signs of movement. It was rather dark out now and probably very late at night by Shannon's estimation. No sane person would still be hanging out here with monsters lurking about.
Shouting brought Shannon's attention back to Daniel, who was calling out for his sister. He started scanning the ground, looking around the dead walkers. Daniel seemed to know what he was doing, though Shannon couldn't even begin to guess what he was seeing. His movements were erratic, marked with an obvious air of desperation. Shannon was about to call out to him, but her voice caught in her throat. She was just too cold, tired, and admittedly scared. "Daniel," she said softly, walking up to him. She almost placed a hand on his shoulder, but instead shoved it into her pocket. "What are you looking at?"
Name : Beckett "Bex" Everett
Age : 37
Skill : Bex is a mean survivalist, and being in the company of raiders has toughened his exterior. He's gained a talent in marksmanship since the outbreak.
Weapons : - Personal knife
- Whatever he can get his hands on.
Personality : For Bex, actions speaks louder than words. He tends to mistrust most people he meets. He likes to observe people, to find what he believes is beyond surface level. He presents himself a a man with no ambitions, no desires, and no cares. To those he's known for a long time, his true, more emotional self is shown.
Brief Bio : Bex had been a former geography teacher before the outbreak. He had a lovely wife named Terra and a baby daughter. Neither survived in the initial month of the apocalypse. Bex had attempted to take his life, but he couldn't end up going through with it. Bex had died along with his family, but the man had a need to keep on existing in this new world, like a malevolent spirit. He considers himself a ghost of his former self, only going by Bex from now on. He fell in with Tyler's group a few months later. He did what he had to do survive, and he would keep whatever company he had to to keep on doing it.
I check the OOC too you know :p
Shannon - Streets of New Orleans - Daniel
She considered this. "That's assuming they'll still be there"
Shannon grabbed the dashboard as the truck slammed over a bump in the road. Her hair fell into her face and Shannon threw back her head in an attempt to compose herself. She would need to start tying her hair back again. "But it doesn't matter, I'm here to watch your back, okay?" She looked across the seat, staring Daniel down. Her face was determined despite her nagging feelings of doubt. She could still recall the men who had fired at her earlier today. The giant one especially; The man and his huge lumberjack arms cradling a shotgun. The thought gave her shivers.
She considered this. "That's assuming they'll still be there"
Shannon grabbed the dashboard as the truck slammed over a bump in the road. Her hair fell into her face and Shannon threw back her head in an attempt to compose herself. She would need to start tying her hair back again. "But it doesn't matter, I'm here to watch your back, okay?" She looked across the seat, staring Daniel down. Her face was determined despite her nagging feelings of doubt. She could still recall the men who had fired at her earlier today. The giant one especially; The man and his huge lumberjack arms cradling a shotgun. The thought gave her shivers.
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