@Darkwolfsoul010 damn I would love to answer your post but I guess it's not my round. Gotta give others a chance right ?
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Woop! Shipden Peak RP has started. Can't freaking wait for this to unfold.
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The Witches of Shipden Peak RP is starting this week! I'm equally excited and nervous.
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@Frengo
Alexan leaned against the bridge's wall. Although her mind was fully aware of the rifle pointed at her, she acted like she didn't even see the weapon.
She laughed at the old man's don't take my toy away attitude.
"Don't you worry. I feel quiet fine. Keep your toy." She lazily waved her hand at him and stood up straight. "When I thought I'd come and give a hand, I actually meant to strike down the flesh wanting bodies that creeped up on you and helped you end your friend's life over there." Lexa nodded to the Czech. She was quiet impressed how the old man won this seemingly unfair fight. He seems decent enough to not get killed off by yelling fuck.
Alexan leaned against the bridge's wall. Although her mind was fully aware of the rifle pointed at her, she acted like she didn't even see the weapon.
She laughed at the old man's don't take my toy away attitude.
"Don't you worry. I feel quiet fine. Keep your toy." She lazily waved her hand at him and stood up straight. "When I thought I'd come and give a hand, I actually meant to strike down the flesh wanting bodies that creeped up on you and helped you end your friend's life over there." Lexa nodded to the Czech. She was quiet impressed how the old man won this seemingly unfair fight. He seems decent enough to not get killed off by yelling fuck.
@Frengo let's see how that plays out with Lexa and Woodhouse meeting each other;)
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Well if I remember rightly, the Russian chick stole a gun from the blonde chick. No one freaked out over it, not yet anyway. I didn't say anything because Nat's actions helped with story flow.
But I would advise caution in future to anyone who wants to start taking someone's prized possessions; people get awfully funny over stuff like that sometimes.
As for separation, I haven't decided yet. I've got a few ideas, but it's just a matter of working out which one will be the best long term.
I believe it will all work out great
Alexan was half through to the fighting men on the bridge when they finally realised what was going on around them. The soldier didn't have a chance, his screams echoed in Lexa's ears. She kept going forward, striking the dead down one by one scarily skilled. It was obvious she did have some more experience with the knife than others.
Her feet went over the bridge smoothly and while she jumped around the bodies like she didn't care the old man fired shots into the crowd of dead. Lexa took a skilled roll over to the bridge's side to duck. She didn't need to be in the gunfire and maybe be mistaken for a walker. Or being shot by accident.
She refused to put her hands over her ears. That was weakness. But the loud sound was intense after the long time of silence she has had over the past few days. A feeling told her those days were over for good.
The old man didn't seem to notice her at first, he was too focused on the danger in front of him. Though it didn't took him too long to get rid of the rest that were standing.
He pointed the weapon at the soldier and apologised. Then a last shot was heard and the soldier was relieved from all pain and worry.
Lexa stood up and hid her knife in her belt. "And I thought I'd help you." The Australian accent came from her lips and she felt it soothingly. It's been a while since she let her be herself. "Seems you don't need any help, aye?"
Her dark hair hang messily in her face and for the first time in a long while she was feeling positive. This was her world. Nobody cared who she was before this. Nobody knew who she was before this. Nobody would bring her down. She was born for this world.
Her feet went over the bridge smoothly and while she jumped around the bodies like she didn't care the old man fired shots into the crowd of dead. Lexa took a skilled roll over to the bridge's side to duck. She didn't need to be in the gunfire and maybe be mistaken for a walker. Or being shot by accident.
She refused to put her hands over her ears. That was weakness. But the loud sound was intense after the long time of silence she has had over the past few days. A feeling told her those days were over for good.
The old man didn't seem to notice her at first, he was too focused on the danger in front of him. Though it didn't took him too long to get rid of the rest that were standing.
He pointed the weapon at the soldier and apologised. Then a last shot was heard and the soldier was relieved from all pain and worry.
Lexa stood up and hid her knife in her belt. "And I thought I'd help you." The Australian accent came from her lips and she felt it soothingly. It's been a while since she let her be herself. "Seems you don't need any help, aye?"
Her dark hair hang messily in her face and for the first time in a long while she was feeling positive. This was her world. Nobody cared who she was before this. Nobody knew who she was before this. Nobody would bring her down. She was born for this world.
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When it comes to item possession, I'm hoping that we're all adult enough for these things not to get messy, but if they do, then I will intervene directly. That's the easiest way I guess.
As for player vs player violence, it's simple. Someone attacks someone else, and I'll make a post detailing whether the attack was a success, and what the consequences are for the other guy. That way you guys can't argue with each other, you have to argue with me instead, which puts you all at a massive disadvantage :D
That's perfect. I love it that way.
I'm a little curious if anyone goes and grabs someone else's possession.
Also curious about how people will get separated. ;) duh I'm addicted lol
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Yeah I guess I better get over there and conclude that little fight. Need to read the posts first.
I have a questions to Crazy. When someone tries killing a players character what happens? And how do we solve fights around stuff? If someone says they steal my weapon and I go I steal it back we'd have a little conflict there.
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Haha, yeah I guess that's the only problem with having the group all in one place.
It's okay, after this next little scene, I intend for all of that to change.
What's happening over in Days of the Dead?
It's left of with 4 posts after yours (including mine). Last one was Anastasia sitting on a roof shooting two zombies with one bullet as they creeped up behind two children.
So basically attention can't be drawn more to our area. With the gun shot, car screeching, fuuuck, and then the next shot... man I'm scared ;)
@Frengo lalala Im bored :(
Kahleen Cuthald
Kahleen was surprised when both, she and Jamie, stood with no harm at all. A look around made clear, that many didn't have that much luck.
In all this chaos, it was hard to concentrate. Her instinct told her to help the others, the harmed ones and the scared ones. But her logic told her to stay away from anyone but Jamie.
Her look wandered from the first marine to the second one. Both not able to move. One dead. One knocked out. Slowly her brain woke up from it's state of shock and began to think again. Armour! Both marines were still wearing they're usual armour, one even wearing a helmet. More of security was probably not able to get right now.
She grabbed Jamie's arm to get her attention. "Get the armour!", she said clearly pointing to the guard that fell off the walkway. Before anyone else could react, the woman jumped over bodies and took Baxter's armour. She saw Jamie from the side of her eye following her orders.
Thinking the marine man had more to offer than armour, she searched every pocket. Kahleen took the knife and the gasmask. She grabbed the grenades with shaking hands and the Glock 17 sidearm with the fitting munition. She left the rifle for someone who hopefully wasn't infected and could control it better than her.
In fact, she was glad she could grab that much, because others have followed her to rob the dead marine. Kahleen scooted back from the dead man and walked over to Jamie. "Are you okay?", she asked softly. The worried woman allowed herself a moment of unawareness - holding tight onto her robbery though - to look at her girlfriend softly and tender. All she wished for was that they could kiss and end this nightmare they're living in.
Kahleen wanted so bad to just hold her in her arms with no worry. Her green eyes gazed over the blondes face and lingered on her blue eyes. Those blue eyes... She just hoped she would see those eyes a million other days. Stay alive, baby.
Kahleen was surprised when both, she and Jamie, stood with no harm at all. A look around made clear, that many didn't have that much luck.
In all this chaos, it was hard to concentrate. Her instinct told her to help the others, the harmed ones and the scared ones. But her logic told her to stay away from anyone but Jamie.
Her look wandered from the first marine to the second one. Both not able to move. One dead. One knocked out. Slowly her brain woke up from it's state of shock and began to think again. Armour! Both marines were still wearing they're usual armour, one even wearing a helmet. More of security was probably not able to get right now.
She grabbed Jamie's arm to get her attention. "Get the armour!", she said clearly pointing to the guard that fell off the walkway. Before anyone else could react, the woman jumped over bodies and took Baxter's armour. She saw Jamie from the side of her eye following her orders.
Thinking the marine man had more to offer than armour, she searched every pocket. Kahleen took the knife and the gasmask. She grabbed the grenades with shaking hands and the Glock 17 sidearm with the fitting munition. She left the rifle for someone who hopefully wasn't infected and could control it better than her.
In fact, she was glad she could grab that much, because others have followed her to rob the dead marine. Kahleen scooted back from the dead man and walked over to Jamie. "Are you okay?", she asked softly. The worried woman allowed herself a moment of unawareness - holding tight onto her robbery though - to look at her girlfriend softly and tender. All she wished for was that they could kiss and end this nightmare they're living in.
Kahleen wanted so bad to just hold her in her arms with no worry. Her green eyes gazed over the blondes face and lingered on her blue eyes. Those blue eyes... She just hoped she would see those eyes a million other days. Stay alive, baby.
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