Charnobylisk

🦄 The Best Exotic

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Location: Best Exotic Hotel
Interacting With: Everyone in the area of the goat, the goat and the hotel
Time/Date: Late Afternoon/August 1st, 2016

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When he’d returned to the hotel, Marc went directly to his room to get some fresh, non-wet clothing. He stuck some music on and danced around as he changed and cleaned his room up from the random pieces of roof and wall that had crumbled off and dusted his room with fine and chunky particles. It was because of his music that Marc was unaware of what was happening in the hotel.

Downstairs was a different story. Having had a rough day and thankfully being brand new cleaned. Cera had changed into a dry white tank top and some khaki shorts, her stained, wet clothing lay on her floor at the foot of her bed. She was debating what to do when she could suddenly hear Ananya and Areum outside her room and… was that a goat that she could hear baying?! Hesitation struck her then, the anxiety of what she might be facing if she opened that door hit her. Maybe she’d just stay in her room?

By the time that she had made her mind up on what to do, the noises had moved on from outside her room. Her shoulders relaxed and a sigh of relief followed their descent. That made things easier. Wandering to her kitchen area, Cera began pulling out her baked goodness that she’d made for everyone. It was a wide assortment and she moved to place the boxes on her bed. Right as she made to set them down she heard Tas shouting from somewhere outside of her window in the courtyard. Fumbling the boxes, Cera’s bed was then covered in cookies, cakes, brownies, doughnuts and, most importantly, crumbs.

Groaning, Cera walked to her bedroom window and opened it up to see what was going on. No sooner had the warm gentle breeze began to filter in than a goat jumped in through her window! It bounced off of the window sill and knocked into the side of Cera, sending her flying into the side of her armchair where she read at night. “What ‘eh hel-!?” Bewildered, Cera watched as the goat bleated in her direction before running rampant in her room!

It discovered her coffee covered clothing on the floor and began to chow down before it realised there was actual food on the bed! It ran around the room, gathering momentum for itself before bounding right for the baked goodies strewn over the bedding. With a quick skip and jump it was on the mattress, bouncing between mouthfuls of delicious treats. “How in ‘eh heck did a goat get in the hotel?!” It was clear that Cera was completely out of her depth and in a panic. Her screams could be heard from all around the courtyard, corridors and neighbouring rooms both around and above.

Marc wasn’t sure exactly what he had heard as he was dancing around but he decided to turn his tunes down and that’s when he heard it. What in the hell was going on downstairs? Marc quickly made his way down, dancing around Cander standing at the bottom of the stairs with a weird look on his face, and knocked on Cera’s door. “Yo Cera! Open up! What’s going on?!” His fist pounded on the door as he listened to Cera switching from screams to whimpers.

“Marc! There’s a bloody go—“ Her words got cut off when an almighty BAAAAAAAAAAAAH rung out and a thump could be heard inside the room. “Why the hell have you got a damn sheep in your room, Cera?! Hold on, I’m coming in!” Marc stepped back and readied himself to kick the door in. He’d seen this done on TV and in movies hundreds of times. It couldn’t be that hard, right? He ran and kicked at the door, just below the handle (granted he’d been aiming FOR the handle) and the door caved into the room, banging loudly against the wardrobe that was situated behind it.

The scene inside was ridiculous and it took all that Marc had not to laugh. Curled up on the chair, her legs tucked up and her face buried in her knees was Cera. She was watching on in horror as a goat was bouncing on her mattress, eating a cookie of all things. There was chewn up clothing half hanging off of the bed at the corner and everything on the bedside tables had been knocked over on the surface or was now lying on the floor. “Why ha-have you got a goat on your b-bed?” His words stammered as he tried to control his urge to laugh.

The goat was having a rare time and looked like it was dancing. Which made Marc smile even wider. Cera glared at Marc and pointed at the goat. “This ain’t a laughin’ matter, Marc! Get this god damn Mr Clops out of here!” Her face was red and her voice was stern but it only lasted a second before she slumped back into the chair, hugging her knees. “Please jus’… jus’ get it out of here! It’s god damn cloppin’ and bleatin’ is gonna drive me insane. Please Marc, help…” Her eyes were dry but it was clear she wasn’t comfortable being in such close proximity to the goat.

“Okay! Okay… Lemme think…” Marc had a half-eaten protein bar in his pocket and his phone in the other. A stupid, but fun, idea crossed his mind and Marc grinned. He turned on Spotify and found a song. It had nothing to do with what was going on, but he hoped the beat and movements would entice the goat to follow him.

Readying himself as the beat built up, Marc began dancing the signature dance of Gangnam Style and got closer to the goat before waving the protein bar near its face. The baked goodies were all gone at this point so it didn’t take much convincing to get the goat out of Cera’s room and into the corridor and back out to the courtyard before the song had ended. Cera hesitantly got up and followed them out of the room, unsure how to react to the ridiculousness of what Marc was doing. The goat bounced along after him, seeming to be enjoying itself? She was just glad to have it out of her room and she knew she now owed Marc one for helping her out. She closed the now busted up door over and made her way out into the courtyard just behind them.

Right as Gangnam Style finished Marc’s Spotify randomised the best song in the world for what was going on in the hotel right now. Benny Hill’s theme tune rang out in the courtyard and Marc fell to the ground laughing, tears falling down his eyes as his fists pounded the ground at the utter hilarity of the situation. The goat was now running around the courtyard bouncing off of anything that it could as it avoided capture.

Cera couldn’t help but laugh as the song began and she watched what was happening, it was just completely ridiculous. Just as she walked further in Cera noticed Tas laying on the ground of the courtyard and wondered how the goat had managed to floor her. She walked forward, laughter still causing her shoulders to shake, and leaned over Tas. “Goat get ye too, huh? Here, lemme help.” Cera held her hand out to Tas to help her get back up off the ground.

The goat was still content cleating as the little bastard continued to bounce around. Marc was not going to be helpful anytime soon. God this was going to be fun.

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🦄 The Best Exotic

OKAY. I AM WORKING ON MY POST TO BRING CERA AND MARC INTO THE GOATFRAY. It shouldn't be much longer until I post.

It is going to be fun, silly and probably short. :D
Lets have fuuuuuuun.

🦄 The Best Exotic

Didn't think we were going THAT in depth for this RP. >_>

🦄 The Best Exotic

Gonna do another post for my two tomorrow. Bring them into the goat fray. Cera is gonna name him Mr. Clops.

Power Rangers Strike Force!

@ProPro I'll get another update out tomorrow. :)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Sigil@Lady Amalthea@Aewin

Alright, posted. Lemme know if I need to change anything. I didn't quite feel this one exactly but it's not bad at least. I assume you wanted us to get to the truck ASAP so if I'm wrong just lemme know and I can edit.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Richard Johnson

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Time: Afternoon
Location: Newnan Infirmary
Interacting With: Himself.

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He winced as Zoie helped move him into the actual infirmary. His body was feeling like it was in a million pieces that were just barely holding together. He grunted as she let him down and he gave her a gentle smile as she left the room. Rather, he tried to smile but it came out as a grimace. Richard laid back on the gurney and rose his right arm before screaming in pain.

His breaths were ragged and he lay there, watching the ceiling. He knew he’d deserved that ass kicking and he probably shouldn’t have said what he’d said to Lorna but he was mad and in pain. He shouldn’t have made her bite but it was just too good an opportunity to pass up in the heat of the moment. He’d always had a big mouth but maybe he should try to not use it as much as he did.

His mind wandered to Zoie and it only made him feel more convinced that he’d need to sort his ways if he was going to be sticking around here. But then, why would he stick around here? He wasn’t exactly welcome considering the bitch fest that had done this to him being here so maybe he should just take off as soon as he was fit and healthy enough. His mind flipped and flopped, changing from trying to be part of this… whatever the fuck it was and just trying to enjoy his life as best he could. The town had things that he’d definitely been missing since the end of the world so maybe he should stick around, at least for a while, to see what it was like living this life again.

Hell, he might not even like it and might discover that he prefers being out there in the painful, scary, lonely world. He sighed and traced the cracks in the stonework with his eyes until the pain became too much to bear. He felt more swollen than a dog that had swallowed a bee. He began to wonder what stories the ladies were filling everyone’s heads with. This wasn’t going to be comfortable.

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Lorna Dunn

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Time: Afternoon
Location: Newnan
Interacting With: Everyone nearby (I’m lazy, sue me)

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Lorna had been in a daze for pretty much everything since she had been booted across the room. She recognised an order and carried it out but she hadn’t been able to do much more than her duty since then. She was still reeling from what happened with Richard. Hell, she was still not completely over the fact that she had found Maria alive and well after all these months. She was close to breaking point, she could feel it but she couldn’t go there. Not yet. Not now. Besides, she didn’t have as much to break over as others here in Newnan did. She was being selfish and she knew it. It made her sick to her core. She tried to focus on the tasks at hand instead, but she was still a little out of it.

The whole idea with Zoie was absolutely demented but Lorna did as she was told. Before bracing the door, Lorna grabbed the hunting knife that was once Leann’s that Ash had laid on the table. If they were going to be doing some close quarter fighting then her katana was going to be out of play for a little while. She held the knife ready in her dominant hand and braced herself. The whole ensuing scene would have been comical were it not for the fact that they could all become dinner to a bunch of mindless, savage, former human beings.

Lorna watched as Zoie surfed the waves of limbs and gore and wondered how the woman managed to keep her head calm. She didn’t strike Lorna as a soldier, but she had definitely been through some shit. That much was clear. As the gurney cleared the doorway, Lorna kicked the legs out from beneath a Walker that had slipped in. As it fell to the ground with a thud, Lorna’s new knife plummeted downwards directly into its eye socket. The squish was barely audible but the sensation of the blade slicing into soft tissue could be felt through her arm. As she yanked it back out the blood squirted onto her gloves with the motion. She wiped them off on Ash’s jacket (RIP Ash’s jacket) to save her hands from becoming slick with the mess.

She grabbed the body and used it as a shield, pushing her way forward, enough to let the other two out behind her and Ash. She shoved back against a few Walkers before she threw the body into the oncoming few that were making their way towards them. Zoie had managed to distract a good amount of them though. Get to the van. That was the first stage of the mission. She had to screw her shit back together and put her big girl panties on.

She kept tight with Ash as he had ordered them about and she kept an eye out for Dexter and the chick called Meg that was to be their driver. She had seen Meg and Maria interacting not moments before but she didn’t know what their deal was. She figured they were friends. Lorna caught herself as her mind drifted off again. She really had to get her head in the game or else someone was going to die. She gripped the knife tighter and looked over to Ash and the others. Time to clear a path.

Lorna grabbed the nearest Walker to her by the shoulder and stuck the knife blade into its temple. Another shield was just what she needed as she beat the Walkers off and helped clear the path to the truck. Once she was at the truck, Lorna threw the literal meat shield at two Walkers that were snarling and clawing in her direction.

As she turned her back with the force in which she threw the Walker body, another Walker stumbled into her right side and began snapping at her ear. The putrid smell made her gag and she felts its hands curling around her arm as she tried to fight it off. Her forearm wedge beneath its chin as she held it at bay. Stumbling backwards, Lorna hit into the side of the truck, her left arm was now trapped between her and their ride. Her knife was in her right hand and she couldn’t get a decent angle to drop the Walker that was trying to give her the worst hickey of her life.

Another Walker came shambling over and she rose her right leg and kicked it backwards only to have it grab her foot. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” She grunted as she tried to keep balance. If she fell now she was as good as dead. As she leaned against the truck, she managed to shift her body weight and freed her left arm. She grabbed the knife from her left hand and plunged it into the side of its skull.

She was now stuck with a dead Walker leaning on her, a Walker grabbing at her leg while pushing against the dead Walker to try and get to her and a truck behind her. So much for clearing a path. This just added to the internal cussing out she was giving herself. A small pang of worry flitted across her mind as she realised that the only two people she fully 100% trusted were currently inside the Courthouse. Sure Ash hadn’t given her any reason to not trust him but, if push came to shove, Lorna knew he’d put the Newnan folks before her. Hell, if roles were reversed, Lorna knew she’d put Maria and Kris before anyone else here.

She grunted and struggled, kicking her leg at the Walker but its grip was pretty fucking tight. “How the fuck do these things manage to keep their strength?! God fucking damn it!” She was going to need a loooong, hot shower when this shit was done. That is if she wasn't eaten or shot before then.

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Power Rangers Strike Force!

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A sneer formed on Ruth’s face, the contempt and anger that she was holding down was clearly evident to anyone in the room. She may have been partially pleased at the terror that one of these disgraces felt towards her but the resentment that she instilled in the second made her positively giddy. The stupid maggot had set a giant target on its back and she waited to find a reason to pounce on the opportunity. She did like her some slapping before ordering someone else to do her dirty work.

That is when she realised that she was perhaps being a little too emotional and that just wouldn’t do. A lot had happened and she had to keep her mind clear and capable. She took a calming breath and instead plastered her charming smile on her face once more. She walked around to stand behind the resentful employee with a click and a clack. Her well-manicured hands rested on his shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze of encouragement. She said no words, she simply smiled and held onto his shoulders. He may be resentful but she could appreciate his ability to read the room, perhaps he didn’t deserve to be utterly decimated. She had to look on the positives of the situation especially considering what she was currently dealing with.

It always pleased Ruth to feel the Githkin skittering around like insects, listening to her every order. She still held a deep, secret desire about the Githkin but it would have to wait. For now, ordering them around to carry out her desires and needs. Her eyebrow rose as she heard XJ-47 responding to her command. “Report to the Foreman’s office immediately. I need all of the information that you have.”

As the frightened little wisp of an assistant spoke out, Ruth felt the scowl breaking across her brow. Shplorn. Ruth reached out once again with her mental communication and began talking to the Githkin of higher import on the same floor, in the same area as accounting director Shplorn. Ruth’s mind found that of KT-25, another Elite Githkin that wore the standard Elite sash and was missing the two outermost fingers on their left hand.

“Elite Githkin, KT-25. I require you to take a small group of Githkin to Accounting Director Shplorn’s private rooms and bring her to me by any means necessary. Try to keep things calm if possible but I give permission to use force where necessary.”

“Yes Regional Manager, I will bring Accounting Director Shplorn to you directly.” The Elite Githkin motioned for four other Githkin to come with them as they made their way immediately towards Shplorn’s private quarters. KT-25 rose their left hand and knocked on Shplorn’s door. “Accounting Director Shplorn! Regional Manager Ruthalia requires your immediate assistance in the Foreman’s office. We request that you open the door now.” KT-25 stepped back from the door and awaited the answer from Shplorn.

Ruth was satisfied with KT-25’s instant reaction to her commands and made a mental note to herself to place a positive note in the Githkin’s file. The door opened and Ruth saw her General walking in with a rather beaten up Foreman Jo’ones. Her nose wrinkled and she realised just how emotional she had been but, all things considered, his assistants would never step out of line again. Just behind Drax, Elite Githkin XJ-47 and Githkin 27-B walked into the office.

She noted the scar on its face and made yet another note to herself to find out what this Githkin had done to receive such a scar. She would be dealing with a lot of files later it seemed. The concern whirring through her mind was insane. She could not let her bosses hear of this. This was the last thing that Ruth needed right now, this was not exactly what she was expecting but it was worse.

“XJ-47, please make your way towards KT-25 and assist them and their team with bringing Accounting Director Schplorn to me.” She then turned to the resentful assistant and gave him a gentle smile. “Send out an alert on the following humans; Jonah Fallen, Clementine Mayweather, Oliver Johnson and Tommy Reese. I also want all known family of these named individuals to be gathered and placed in a secure location with round the clock security and surveillance. Any known associates should also be kept under constant surveillance but I do not require them to be taken from their homes just yet. Make it happen.”

She turned and made her way towards Drax, looking at Foreman Jo’ones in his sorry state. “Thank you for returning the Foreman so promptly Drax. Ensure he is secured and unable to move but make him comfortable at least. I see you took your job seriously but you did a poor job in making sure his skin would be in fit condition to be used for my bag. I give you a B- for this order.” She patted his giant armoured forearm and crouched down to look at the face of Jo’ones. “Do try to be thankful for your second chance. I don’t give them out lightly.” She wasn’t entirely sure he could even hear her but it was more for show anyway.

Ruth stood up and smoothed out the creases from her dress. She looked around the room and pursed her lips in thought. Her right hand was tingling, it was apparently having bitch slap withdrawals.

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🦄 The Best Exotic

@Aewin Psst, so it anyway. :3

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Nallore Nah it's cool, I'll work around.