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Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

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Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

@Universorum I SAID MOSTLY.

Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

@The Spectre Welcome other newbie! I am also a newbie to this RP. Join me in my confusion of wtf is going on in the plot up until this point. :D

I'm kidding, I know what's happening. Mostly.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Frick

In an alternate universe where Froggy is a badass…

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Time: Afternoon
Weather: Normal
Location: Hwy outside Newnan
Interacting With: Each other, Zoie, James, anyone within earshot

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Victor had been watching and waiting patiently and when Zoie’s gunshot had went off, despite him seeing her move, he jumped so high his head hit a low hanging branch. He cradled his head and winced in pain, taking his hand away from the impact area and not finding any blood, the relief that flooded him was a welcome feeling. He gave a smile as he saw a Walker slump to the ground. At least she was shooting at the dead and not the living, so that was a good sign.

That was when he heard the guttural snarl above his head. He instinctively jumped away from the noise and rose his machete to head level, ready to strike. There was an armless Walker with half a torso missing, hanging from its intestines from the branches above. His head knocking the branch must have dislodged it somewhat and he had to thank God that the beast hadn’t landed on top of him. He swung his machete, the blade sinking into the side of the skull. Unfortunately it wasn’t deep enough to kill it, as it kept snapping its grotesque teeth at him. Victor wrinkled his nose and tried to dislodge his machete to try again but it was stuck fast. ”Merde…” He muttered multiple other profanities in his native tongue and continued to yank at the blade.

He rested his foot on the trunk of the tree and pulled with all of his strength. That was when Zoie yelled out his name and he got such a scare that he fell right backwards, taking the half Walker with him. The thing flew right over his head as he landed on his backside, his hands breaking is fall somewhat at each side of himself. ”Zut alors, Victor! Almost keeling yourself…” He grumbled at himself before calling out to Zoie. ”ONE SECOND.” He looked for his machete but the blasted thing was still stuck in its head! He walked over with more than a little agitation and grabbed the handle only to find the damn thing wasn’t budging.

”Forget eet… COMING!” He decided that he’d probably look a little more imposing walking out with a half destroyed Walker on the end of his blade, even if it was still snapping at him. Victor walked out, his pack on his back and a half mutilated Walker trailing along beside him.

Dick had been damn fucking impressed by the shot that, Zoie she’d said, had pulled off just then. Bitch was hot, had a mouth and could shoot. Hot. Fucking. Damn. This one better not get eaten by a Deadbrain too or Dick was going to be pissed. The call for someone called Froggy left a less than clear look on his face as he heard a distinctly French voice calling out from the forest cover. He fucking knew it. Dick silently congratulated himself for another deduction well made. No one could pull the wool over his eyes. Dick opened up the door on his side and swung his legs out, stretching them a little and letting them hang over the side. He’d opened the door to let the newcomers get inside but the leg stretching was an added bonus. He watched as a tall guy, covered in mud, some splatter and bits of the forest dragged a busted up Deadbrain alongside him.

”Well shit. I hope you don’t plan on bringing your new friend along with you. Froggy, was it?” Dick raised an eyebrow and began to let out a low, throaty chuckle. His Ruger was resting on his knee as he sized the guy up.

Victor looked down at the ground rather sheepishly and ignored the comments from the man sitting in the back of the car for now. It wasn’t as important as getting the Walker off of his blade. ”Z, would you mind helping me, s'il vous plaît?” He refused to look up at the loud mouth but motioned a small wave and smile towards the man that had introduced himself as Black James. ”Pleasure to meet you, James.”

Richard continued to chuckle to himself, watching the guy that was a good couple inches taller than he was, ask for help from a small (although damn fine) woman. It really was a comical sight. ”The names Richie, by the by. The two others in the back with me are Di – “ Richard began coughing then, covering the fact that he almost said Dirty Sanchez and only just caught himself in time. ”Sorry about that. Dex and Jaime are their names.” He wasn’t getting kicked out on the road just yet. He wanted to see where this place was and what it had first.

Victor scowled and raised an eyebrow at Richard before making an inquiry. ”’Ave you ingested any Walker matter?” He handed his machete, with Walker still attached, to Zoie and strode quickly and surprisingly quietly towards Richard. ”Open your mouth and say AAAAAAAAAAAAH.” Victor loomed over Richard sitting in the car and nearly knocked Richard backwards into the cab.

”WHOA! Lurch, mind your fucking distance!” Richard waved his Ruger in Victor’s face and growled at him. Victor was fucking lucky that Richard didn’t have an itchy trigger finger or he’d have been worse off than his Deadbrain buddy back there.

Victor stepped back, his hands raised apologetically and his head bowed slightly. ” Excusez-moi, I was just concerned for your health.” Victor backed up and, since he was up beside the car now, he peered into the back cab and gave a friendly wave to the two men sitting in the cab behind Richard and held his hand out towards Black James for a handshake. ”It is a pleasure to meet you all.”

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Lorna Dunn

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Time: Afternoon
Weather: Back to normal
Location: Newnan
Interacting With: Leann, Ash, Maria, Kris and Walkers

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Lorna listened patiently to Leann, nodding at crucial moments where essential information was given and looked around the surrounding area to get a read on the numbers of Walkers still mobile. She spotted a couple that were hunched over what she assumed was one of the dead intruders. She’d deal with those later. When Leann addressed her, Lorna gave a curt nod before replying. ”Yes ma’am. Semper Fi. You’re right about all of it, everyone is a soldier these days. Would be nice if we only had to shoot at damn Walkers but hey, man was a dick before and he’s just a freer shootin’ dick now.”

As Leann rhymed off the numbers of intruders, only knowing that there was definitively one confirmed intruder and more presumed inside, numbers unknown, Lorna gripped the M4 that Ash had so kindly graced her with and her jaw set in a hard line. She was in “kick ass and take names” mode now and was ready to help out their newfound friends.

Ash piped in one Leann was done. She was fine with the team ups but Lorna blinked when he handed her his jacket. She hesitantly took it and then eyed up the wraps on his arms but before she could even ask, he’d answered her unspoken question. He was clearly pretty damn observant, first her status as a Marine, then her desire for the M4 and now her question about his arm wraps. She laughed to herself and put the jacket on, her pack and katana resting between her feet as she did so. Slinging her pack back on her shoulders, her katana on her hip for now beside her machete, Lorna let out another small laugh once Ash was done with his spiel.

”Y’know Cap, if this were any other place and time, a girl would get ideas. First the rifle, then the jacket? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were after somethin’. Good job that I know better.” Lorna walked over to Maria and Kris and gave them both a quick hug. ”You two be careful now, ya hear?” She couldn’t help but ruffle Kris’s hair once more and gave Maria a quick peck on the cheek. ”Keep safe. Shoot straight. Keep your wits about you. We don’t know what we’re dealing with here.”

Lorna turned back to Ash and saw the two walkers now heading their way, albeit very slowly. They must’ve gotten bored with their unchallenging meal. Shame for them. Lorna excused herself for a moment and strode forward, her katana blade chimed as she swept it out of its sheath. She moved in two fluid motions and sliced clean through the skulls of each Walker. A little blood sprayed over her front, getting some on Ash’s jacket. She’d clean it before giving it back to him. She began to walk away when something grabbed at her foot. Half a Walker had been dragging itself through the grass. Lorna raised an eyebrow and snorted derisively. She raised a boot and stomped down hard. The tell-tale sound of cracking bone and squelching innards alerted her that her job was done. Lorna walked briskly back beside Ash. ”Sorry about the jacket, I’ll clean it after we clear out the vermin. Where to, boss?”

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🦄 The Best Exotic

@Lady Amalthea holy fucking christ A
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Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

@lydyn You're more than welcome to and I know how that feels! I worry about stuff that turns out to be dumb as hell in the end, haha. Anxiety can be such a bitch like that! I'm sure you'll be grand though. :D

Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

@Universorum It means chewin' the fat. ;D - Basically means they're gonna chat. XD

@lydyn Aw, hope everything is okay! If you need an ear to vent to, hit me up.

Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

@rougeLily Thank you muchly. :D

And a now verbal thank you to @lydyn for her welcome also! :)

I'm really excited about joining this RP! Can't wait to get together with people and beat gums. :D

Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

Well that just seems to suit the character that Kip seems to be. XD

I loved that post. @rougeLily :D

🦄 The Best Exotic

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Location: Best Exotic Hotel, First Floor, Room 3 >> Dining Room
Interacting With: A non-functioning shower, Marc, Cera’s temperamental hair and Tas.
Time/Date: 7A.M./August 1st, 2016

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A gentle beeping from Cera’s bedside woke her from her slumber and she fumbled around, her hand knocked her book onto the floor before it found its mark. Hitting the snooze button, Cera stretched out and threw the thin blanket off of her sticky body. Yuck. She needed a shower. She wandered over to bathroom, stripped and stepped into the shower. A shuddering shake of pipes later and Cera was aware that her day was going to be off to a bad start. Her stomach knotted as she groaned and hit the shower head in frustration.

She jumped out and grabbed one of the emergency bottles of water from under her sink and a washcloth. She stepped back into the shower and began washing herself down as best she could. The cooler water was quite welcome but didn’t quite work at soaking out all of the warm night’s sleep sheen that had settled across her skin. She grabbed her shea butter scented soap and scrubbed in the more problematic areas before rinsing them off again. That’d have to do for the day. Another long, loud yawn escaped her as she stretched out. She opted not to dry herself off before getting dressed, maybe the water would keep her skin feeling a little cooler than usual… The sun here was definitely one of her least favourite parts of living in India.

She’d been up a little later last night, working on language exercises for her beginner level students. They were really simple with little doodles to try and help them learn the more common words. She was happy with her work and gave it another once over in an appraising way as she got dressed. She opted for a black tank top with some beaded decoration around the neckline and a light grey pair of linen shorts that sat just above her knee. Sandals were definitely the way to go in this heat and she didn’t have need to dress up so the accessories were left until later.

Cera sat down on her bedside and began trying to decide what to do with her hair since she knew it would be a mess. A knock sounded at her door and Cera wondered who the heck was visiting at this time of the morning. She wandered over and opened it up to see Marc standing there in nothing but his brown board shorts. He had his cream t-shirt slung over his shoulder and nothing on his feet.

”Mornin’ sunshine. What can I do for ye?” She gave him a broad smile whilst maintaining her look of confusion as her eyes flicked up and down his body subconsciously. Her cheeks reddened a little when she realised what she’d done and hoped he hadn’t noticed. Not that he’d have said anything even if he did, Marc was too nice that way.

”Yo Cookie Monster! Your shower working? Oh…” His voice trailed off as his eyes lingered on her head and he began laughing so much he pretty much doubled over. After a few seconds, and with more than a few tears running down his face, Marc wiped his eyes and caught his breath. Cera simply stood in the doorway, utterly bemused. ”Oh god… your hair. I’m going to assume that your shower is as bust up as Murph’s nose after a bar fight.” He began chuckling again at his own joke and grinned at her.

Her face fell and she ran to her vanity table and groaned. The whole left side of her hair was practically standing on end in a frizzy mess. ”Dang nabbit… The hell am I gonna do? Right, okay, I can fix this! Get in here ‘nd make yerself useful. Grab that brush for me.” Cera pointed at her bedside table nearest the door.

Marc wandered in, closing the door behind himself and sauntered over with the brush in hand. ”Lemme help, Cera. You know I’m good at fixing up my own hair, so doing someone else’s has got to be easier.” He twirled the brush in his fingers and fumbled his grip, the brush bouncing from one hand to the other until he caught it a foot from the floor. ”SUCCESS!” He pulled a Usain Bolt style pose with the brush before he noticed the judging look on Cera’s face.

She could only hold that face for so long before she smiled at his nonsense. ”Yer such a goof. Go on then.” She motioned him forward and shook her head in amusement as Marc set about fixing her hair. After about ten minutes of yelps, groans, hair putty and grunts that most definitely did not sound sexual, Cera admired her surprisingly straight hair. There were only slight kicks at the bottom and considering how horrible it had looked, Cera had to give kudos to Marc for his hair styling skills. Marc was definitely looking like the cat that had got the cream as he admired his skills.

”Wow, nice one Marc. Cheers!” Cera gave him a light slap on the arm as she stood up from her perch.

”No problem. What are friends for if not to laugh at your misfortune and then help you fix it after they’re done having a good time at your expense?” He stuck his tongue out at her and dodged the flick of her fingers that was aimed at his nose. The pair began to laugh together and Cera rolled her eyes at his joking.
”Well now that I’m dressed and m’hair is settled, I’m gonna grab some brekkie. Wanna join me?” Her right hand rested on her hip, creating a teapot handle that she presented to Marc by way of invitation. Marc hooked his arm through hers with his left and waved his right arm forward in an overly embellished way. ”Lead the way, madam!”

The pair of them laughed some more and made left her room arm in arm. The pair of them made small talk, complaining about the broken showers and discussing what they might have for breakfast today as they walked the short distance from Cera’s room to the dining room. Cera smiled a little as she saw Tas already sitting, her box of cereal by her side on the table.

”Morning Tas!” She gave an enthusiastic wave towards the doctor, despite how uncomfortable that she felt doing it. Marc said it was always better to greet people first as it made you appear more open to conversation and friendship. It was a lesson she was trying to take on board and since Marc had put her in such a good mood, it wasn’t too hard to pretend to want company and conversation today. She unhooked her arm from his and walked over to a table beside Tas. She knew that Murphy would probably be down soon to tutor her, so she thought it’d be best to leave her table clear of too many bodies. Plus there was the problem with Marc’s attitude when Tas was around.

Marc didn’t seem quite as pleased when he spotted Tas. He squirmed a little uncomfortably but still managed a polite smile and nod in Tas’s direction. It’s not that he didn’t like her, really he didn’t even know her, but there was just this atmosphere whenever they were in the same room together that made Marc’s smile a little less large. He didn’t like the feeling and had no idea why it was even there but he didn’t want to piss her off and made a point to give her the space that he thought that she needed. When Cera dragged him over to a table beside Tas he almost groaned but managed to hold it in, hiding it behind a smile. Cera poked his side, prompting him to say something before she sat down at the table.

”What about them showers, huh? Such a pain.” Marc over emphasised the pain in his face and held his hands out in front of him, palm up, in a clenching motion. Cera gave a light laugh and Marc realised that he still wasn’t wearing his shirt. He quickly grabbed it and threw it on before he managed to make himself feel any more uncomfortable.

Cera could feel the tension emanating from Marc and decided she’d try and steer the conversation away from whatever this awkward thing actually was. ”So, ye workin’ today Tas?” This social stuff was really going to tire her out soon enough.

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