@Lady Amalthea Got my posts up, sorry it took so long. I was ambitious thinking I could post everywhere yesterday when I was at work all day. XD
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Location: On route to work
Interacting With: Herself, Rickshaw Driver
Time/Date: After 8A.M./August 1st, 2016
Interacting With: Herself, Rickshaw Driver
Time/Date: After 8A.M./August 1st, 2016
Cera grabbed one of the many rickshaws that trundled down the busy streets of Jaipur. She had her satchel with her teaching materials and other daily essentials. She had hoped to start the day getting to know her neighbours more but duty called and she came running. She was frantic as she had ran around her room grabbing her work stuff, she was so sure it was next week that classes officially started and kicked herself for not being as organised as she usually was.
A deep sigh left her as she sat back and watched everyone going by, just living their lives. She’d need to learn how to live her life one day, but at least she’d made a start. She was living in a different country now, not many people could do that. Maybe she shouldn’t be so hard on herself. Her stomach felt like it was in multiple knots, her anxiety was winning over her sensible thoughts as the rickshaw got closer and closer to her destination.
Her hands slid over her stomach, trying to settle the uncomfortable gurgles that were sounding from it. Her mind wandered and she began to think about what her first class was going to be like. Would the students here be more eager than students back home? She was sure they would be but she wouldn’t know for sure until she entered the classroom.
The rickshaw pulled up and Cera thanked the driver, paying him for his services and giving a little extra for being so careful on the ride up. She had had a few near death experiences in her short two months in the country already, so when she found a driver that didn’t want to kill themselves and their passengers she made a point to give them extra. That way they’d hopefully call out to her when she needed a ride another time. She grabbed her satchel and braced herself for meeting her fellow teachers and students.
Location: Jaipur Market Square
Interacting With: Himself, local vendors
Time/Date: After 8A.M./August 1st, 2016
Interacting With: Himself, local vendors
Time/Date: After 8A.M./August 1st, 2016
The sun beat down on Marc and he tugged at the neck of his t-shirt. He really wanted to walk around without his shirt on but thought it would be inappropriate when going from place to place, looking for people to hire him as a night act in their establishments. He wasn’t even really sure where or what anything was as he walked around town. He’d need to get Cera to teach him the language. So far all he knew so far was “No, thank you” and even then he was sure he was mispronouncing it and was probably insulting their mothers.
Groaning, his feet continued to carry him deeper into town. Soon he found himself among the stalls of the market square where vendors were touting their wares. A few brightly coloured rolls of fabrics caught Marc’s eye and he wandered forward to examine them. He quickly regretted this decision. The vendor was right beside him, his arm resting on Marc’s back as he began speaking to Marc in, what Marc assumed was, Hindi. “Hailo aagantuk! Mere staal karane ke lie aapaka svaagat hai! Apanee premika ke lie kuchh rangeen kapade ke lie khoj rahe hain? Kapade tvacha par bahut komal hai.”
Marc blinked at the man and looked at him with an open mouth. He wracked his brain, thinking back to the one phrase that Cera had been drilling into him for two weeks. He could remember the breakdown of the words. Two words, that’s all he had to say. “Nahin… dhan ya vaad.” He spaced out the second word as he tried to remember the pronunciation that he had been taught. He really hoped he hadn’t insulted the poor man.
The vendor narrowed his eyes and blinked rapidly, his head cocking to one side as he mouthed what Marc had just said to him. He removed his arm from Marc’s back and placed his hands on his hips, still mouthing away to himself. Marc felt incredibly awkward in that moment and decided to take the opportunity to bow his head, raise his hands in what he hoped was an apologetic manner and took off down the street, back the way he had come. This had not been a good idea.
He’d been walking for about half an hour before finding the market square so he would just head back the way he had come in and go back to the hotel. He vowed never to go anywhere without someone to translate for him in future. He couldn’t handle the pressure of speaking a language he wasn’t familiar with. Maybe he should have just stayed in China with his extended family… Oh yeah, that’s right, they weren’t quite as accepting of his night life as his parents were.
Marc sunk his hands into his pockets and huffed. What was he even doing here? His eyes looked around at the dirty streets and colourful people and chewed on his lip. He wasn’t unhappy to be here, not by any means, he just questioned why he chose a country where he is incapable of communication. Bringing himself back out of this momentary lapse of cheer, Marc began shuffling his feet on the ground, making small circles as he walked. His body swayed from side to side as his feet got him dancing instead of walking. Ten minutes, lots of shuffles, skips and prances later and Marc was back to his usual happy-go-lucky self. He took a deep breath and began to hum to himself as he danced his way back home.
I'll get it done today. :)
I'll add a little bit for Cera too but it won't be much.
I'll add a little bit for Cera too but it won't be much.
Zoick
Location: Newnan >> Infirmary
Time: Afternoon
Interacting With: Each other
Zoie pushed her hair out of her face, running the back of her hand along her cheek to wipe off the sweat when Richard spoke to her. She could have laughed or smirked but no; her eyes narrowed as her grip tightened around the hilt of her blade. Richard's left eyebrow rose in question to the look on Zoie's face. The hell was wrong with her? Oh maybe it was because he didn't compliment her... He did have a bit of an ego sometimes. Richard shook his head and took a half step back in surprise as just two quick steps later and Zoie had launched herself towards him as she rose it into the air; the blade dripping blood and shimmering slightly as the clouds broke, the sun starting to shine through.
Her body slammed against his, her knees pressing against his ribs as her ankles came around his waist. Richard hooked his arms to hold onto the weight of her body, his muscular arms tensing against her sides to make up for his lack of hand grip due to the shotguns he was holding. The blade came down and the crunch of bone could be heard behind Richard as it crushed through the Walkers skull. It became logged, her chest pressing against his as she tried to remove it. He swallowed hard and began to grin as he realised what she had done. "Screw it," she thought to herself as she let go, grabbing Richard's shoulder instead. The walker dropped dead to the ground, using her free hand to finally take the shotgun from him. Richard released her gun and used his now free hand to, very happily, cup her asscheeks as he held her body against his, his own gun in his other hand. Zoie's hips bucked slightly against his as his had grabbed her rear end, normally she would have decked him bit right then she wasn't exactly in a position for complain.
"Move your ass Honkey Tonk, we've got company," she nearly whispered against his ear; more Walkers starting to close in from the rear end of the Buster. Richard didn't need to be told twice, he gave a light chuckle and held onto her tighter. "Hold on tight, darlin', we're goin' for a ride." He launched himself forward, running ahead as he carried her towards the infirmary building. There were smatterings of Deadbrains still shuffling around, some were crawling along the asphalt looking for their next meal.
With a wide grin and a bellowing laugh that shook his core, Richard took two large strides and leapt forward. Zoie couldn't imagine what the man was laughing about, what she was seeing coming up behind them was nothing to get the chuckles about. He landed but where his right food landed steadily, his left foot landed on the skull of a Deadbrain. The force of his and Zoie's combined body weight caused it to completely shatter and a spleurch noise followed as Richard slid forward a step in the gore that had erupted from the shattered brain bowl. He managed to keep his balance by a sheer force of luck and continued his pace. "Don't worry, not all your rides with me will be this bumpy. Some you might even enjoy more than this one." A wicked smirk spread across his face as his pace picked back up again from their near tumble.
"Oh Honkey Tonk, I do love a good bull ride, ain't been tossed yet. Now, wonder if you'll last mor'en 8 seconds," she counted quickly with a smirk as her arms wrapped over his shoulders, pumping the shotgun roughly behind his head to load another cartridge into the chamber. This might not have been the most ideal situation but she'd had worse rides. A snort escaped him, his hot breath flooded over her neck. She was definitely a firecracker. "Baby, I can last all night if it means I get to ride with you." His hand gripped her ass tighter and he continued laughing a little heavier, his breath beginning to strain from the exertion of running, shooting, talking and holding Zoie.
Another Deadbrain was shambling across their path but Richard was ready for this one. He rose his gun and shifted his head to covere the left side of Zoie's head with his own, covering her ear as he rose his shotgun up with his right hand. Zoie pressing her free ear against his cheek as he did so. He fired a shot off that took the face clean off the Deadbrain that was now in front of them both. He shouldered the body as he ran by, causing it to fall onto its back to their side, clearing the path once more.
"Not bad shootin' hun," she said as she leaned back slightly, something dripped onto her forehead and within a moment her fingers gripped the back of his hair, her nails digging into neck as she twisted her body. She leaned back far as she pressed her back against the crook of his arm and took aim above them. Pulling the trigger it was suddenly raining blood, spit, and ass behind them. If she kept this up, Richard was going to keel over from laughter. Granted it probably wasn't the best time, but hey, she was definitely tickling his fancy.
Winking at him she righted herself back up against his chest; tightening her legs around his waist as she held on. His grip tightened along with hers and he raised his gun once more, shooting a Deadbrain point blank style on his right side, barrel to eye socket. The splatter spread across his sleeve but he didn't care. He continued running, his legs darting to the clear spaces between the fallen Deadbrains and their half bodied counterparts clawing their way over the road surface.
There was gunfire happening, but not as much as Richard expected. He spotted a group of men, Banjo Lips on the flank and with Dexter bringing up the rear of it. Well damn, someone else actually managed to get the kid to move his ass. He'd have to congratulate them and the kid later if they made it out of the shitstorm. A muffled shot rang out from a distance away as they reached the corner of the Gilbert. Richard's pace slowed when he saw a woman's body crumple to the ground right outside of their intended destination.
Zoie cocked her head around just in time to see Leann drop to the ground. She didn't know the woman but from the way she had been barking orders and the subsequent way people had been following them she could only assume that she had been in a leadership roll of some sort for the place; or maybe she was just one of those type of people that others followed. Some people were just like that but it wasn't a time to think about that.
"Shit. Another dead. Lets move." His joking was done with for now. He didn't feel any kind of loss at the woman's death, he hadn't known her, but the idea of himself possibly dying crossed his mind for the second time since they'd arrived here. Today was not his day and he'd be fucking damned if Zoie kicked it before he got a chance to get to know her better. (Wink wink, nudge nudge. Hubba hubba.)
This was the first death of an actual breathing person she had seen today but it was one too many as a walker closed in on the crumpled former leader of Newnan Zoie finally decided the ride needed a change of perception. An arm under Richards shoulder and she swung around to his other side; piggy backing him as she took aim and dropped the fucker looking for a meal before it had a chance to turn Leann into lunch. The shift in Zoie's weight made Richard a minor mis-step, his foot sliding slightly on some gore, as he darted from place to place; but when he heard and felt her gun he braced himself for the coming noise and kick. She was a really fucking good shot.
Releasing her legs she went into a sprint over to the woman and grabbed her by an arm, dragging her into the building; she didn't know who Leann was but if they could at least bury her without a bite mark that was something in her mind. The loss of weight and warmth from Zoie's body was not a welcome feeling but when Richard saw what she was up to he sprinted forward to help her. As Richard came over Zoie let slip an approving small smile and nod, patting his shoulder as she kissed his cheek before stepping back to give him room. He really hadn't expected that kiss but right now his body was wracked with shock. He didn't even understand why he felt this way, but he did. It was a new sensation for him. The most he could do was give a faint smile in return before he scooped up Leann's body into his wide arms and carried her into the infirmary. "I got her, keep an eye on my back." He wasn't smiling now.
"I got your six hun," she said as she kept the door open for him and took point.
@ProPro Very much so, yes.
Not gonna get a post out until tomorrow, trying to catch up everywhere right now but I'm off work tomorrow so that's a bonus. :)
Not gonna get a post out until tomorrow, trying to catch up everywhere right now but I'm off work tomorrow so that's a bonus. :)
The mentor should always just have been an NPC. :P
Machete does take bottom, but in the sense that he takes bottom. Bow Chica bow wow.
Lmao is Ash getting shipped off already?
Oh... I will probs do two members then. :D
OKAY. I'm being a dick and making two characters.
Going for a Member with Lena Headey as FC.
Going for a Young Blood with Charlie Hunnam as FC. (Bringin' in the Dick.)
Let there be blood.
Going for a Member with Lena Headey as FC.
Going for a Young Blood with Charlie Hunnam as FC. (Bringin' in the Dick.)
Let there be blood.
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