The clang of the crowbar hitting hard against the tile floor was what made Nicholas flinch, not the fact that Mattie was now screaming in his face. Surprisingly, he kept the calmest expression, which was most in part due to the fact that he'd just had to beat his mother's undead corpse to mush. The shovel fell lightly to his side, one hand holding on to the handle. The corners of his lips tugged downward slightly in a frown. "She was alone," he lied, careful to put emphasis on the second word. Then, he turned his head and looked around. "Now where is she? She has a rifle. If there's a zombie in here wielding a rifle..."
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@UnknownScarlet4 You're accepted! <3 Me, Petals, and EF all talked it over. Now get in there and make your post!
It was a disgustingly warm autumn day, which was seasonably normal for Arizona. For his entire life, Alex had been living in the hell city of Phoenix with his father. There was one point where he could remember a woman being present, but that was another story. As for his father, the man was usually busy running business-like errands and doing business-like things for his business-esque job, but Alex didn’t complain. That was just the way the cookie crumbled.
The air was wet with humidity when he opened the front door. Almost immediately, he closed it again. There was no way he was going outside to check the mail, even if the raised, red flag was tempting. He was expecting a delivery. A game, as a matter of fact. It was called SBURB, and he and some of his online friends were supposed to be playing it together. His best friend and next door neighbor, Rich, was playing it as well.
In fact, the thought of Rich gave him an idea. Instead of trudging all the way out in the heat to see if the game had come himself, he could just ask his friend if his own copy had come. He quickly dashed back up the staircase to his bedroom, successfully avoiding an encounter with his father.
That concluded that Rich’s copy wasn’t there yet, Alex supposed. That also meant it wasn’t coming today, considering the mail had already been delivered. Maybe his other friend had received her copy already, but talking to her made his heart do weird, uncomfortable flops. He hovered over her handle in his contacts and debated with himself about contacting her, when a slip of the finger clicked on her name against his will.
Oh, shit. That meant she could see he’d started a conversation with her. Panicking, he switched back to the conversation with Rich.
Right. Just say hi. What’s so hard about that? he thought sarcastically to himself, opening the other conversation.
Ouch. This was not going well.
Asking how she was; that was a thing Alex felt like he could do. It didn’t have any kind of other implications or undertones. Not that there needed to be any.
Realizing that he’d completely forgotten about Rich, Alex switched back to his other conversation to check up on him.
Awesome! Alex thought. Now that both of their copies of the game was in, he could work on making sure everyone else had their copy. Then would come actually playing the game. The hype was so real.
That was probably the worst and most awkward sendoff Alex had ever felt leave his mind. That was the most awful to ever say goodbye to anyone that he’d ever had a crush on. He felt like he wanted to just crawl under his desk and never come out; to never speak to her ever again. Of course, he was sure she understood, so he wouldn’t do any of that.
The most important thing was retrieving the mail without having to suffer the consequence of being forced to listen to one of his dad’s long rambles. They usually made no sense and made Alex incredibly uncomfortable. Because of that, he did what he could to avoid encountering his father in the hallways.
Peeking out of his bedroom door, the coast seemed pretty clear, captain. He snuck out on tiptoes, heading for the staircase. Much like himself, his father was a very minimalistic person -- there wasn’t much decor. Sometimes it made the place seem boring and ready to be sold. Sometimes, it was comforting.
As Alex neared the bottom of the staircase, crouched low, he saw his father sitting on the living room couch. Damn it! It looked like he was absorbed in the newspaper, so maybe there wouldn’t be an encounter.
Carefully, Alex pressed himself against the wall and started half-crawling to the front door. The television drowned out the creaking floorboards underneath his feet. His father stirred and made a weird face. Alex held his breath. There was a long moment of silence before the man let out a violent sneeze and seemed to return to reading the newspaper.
Close one.
He dashed out of the house and out to the mailbox. The heat was already making him sweat. Having lived there his entire life, one would think he was used to it by now, but he was not. The mailbox felt like it was a good mile from his front door, even though it was, in reality, only a few feet. But it was a fruitful journey. Opening the mailbox revealed his copy of SBURB amongst a pile of bills and junkmail!
Without further interference, he ran back into the house and up to his bedroom.
The air was wet with humidity when he opened the front door. Almost immediately, he closed it again. There was no way he was going outside to check the mail, even if the raised, red flag was tempting. He was expecting a delivery. A game, as a matter of fact. It was called SBURB, and he and some of his online friends were supposed to be playing it together. His best friend and next door neighbor, Rich, was playing it as well.
In fact, the thought of Rich gave him an idea. Instead of trudging all the way out in the heat to see if the game had come himself, he could just ask his friend if his own copy had come. He quickly dashed back up the staircase to his bedroom, successfully avoiding an encounter with his father.
That concluded that Rich’s copy wasn’t there yet, Alex supposed. That also meant it wasn’t coming today, considering the mail had already been delivered. Maybe his other friend had received her copy already, but talking to her made his heart do weird, uncomfortable flops. He hovered over her handle in his contacts and debated with himself about contacting her, when a slip of the finger clicked on her name against his will.
Oh, shit. That meant she could see he’d started a conversation with her. Panicking, he switched back to the conversation with Rich.
Right. Just say hi. What’s so hard about that? he thought sarcastically to himself, opening the other conversation.
Ouch. This was not going well.
Asking how she was; that was a thing Alex felt like he could do. It didn’t have any kind of other implications or undertones. Not that there needed to be any.
Realizing that he’d completely forgotten about Rich, Alex switched back to his other conversation to check up on him.
Awesome! Alex thought. Now that both of their copies of the game was in, he could work on making sure everyone else had their copy. Then would come actually playing the game. The hype was so real.
That was probably the worst and most awkward sendoff Alex had ever felt leave his mind. That was the most awful to ever say goodbye to anyone that he’d ever had a crush on. He felt like he wanted to just crawl under his desk and never come out; to never speak to her ever again. Of course, he was sure she understood, so he wouldn’t do any of that.
The most important thing was retrieving the mail without having to suffer the consequence of being forced to listen to one of his dad’s long rambles. They usually made no sense and made Alex incredibly uncomfortable. Because of that, he did what he could to avoid encountering his father in the hallways.
Peeking out of his bedroom door, the coast seemed pretty clear, captain. He snuck out on tiptoes, heading for the staircase. Much like himself, his father was a very minimalistic person -- there wasn’t much decor. Sometimes it made the place seem boring and ready to be sold. Sometimes, it was comforting.
As Alex neared the bottom of the staircase, crouched low, he saw his father sitting on the living room couch. Damn it! It looked like he was absorbed in the newspaper, so maybe there wouldn’t be an encounter.
Carefully, Alex pressed himself against the wall and started half-crawling to the front door. The television drowned out the creaking floorboards underneath his feet. His father stirred and made a weird face. Alex held his breath. There was a long moment of silence before the man let out a violent sneeze and seemed to return to reading the newspaper.
Close one.
He dashed out of the house and out to the mailbox. The heat was already making him sweat. Having lived there his entire life, one would think he was used to it by now, but he was not. The mailbox felt like it was a good mile from his front door, even though it was, in reality, only a few feet. But it was a fruitful journey. Opening the mailbox revealed his copy of SBURB amongst a pile of bills and junkmail!
Without further interference, he ran back into the house and up to his bedroom.
I said heeeeeyeyeyeyeyeyeah. Whats going on?
@Masque ?
@Masque Why the hell
You sigh and cross your arms, broadening your shoulders. It's obvious that this troll has some kind of paranoia that is intense even for this society. With a roll of your eyes, you shake your head and say, "I have no interest in going near your hive and I have no interest in entering any sort of quadrant with you. The only thing I have interest in is making sure you get back to your hive without some kind of fatal injury. Which, it seems like you're perfectly fine."
Basics
Name: Alex Simmons
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Color: Light Blue (#8DB3EF)
Age: ~13 years (~6 Alternian Sweeps)
Birthday: July 25th, 2003
Location: Phoenix, Arizona
Associations: Photography, blue and green color palettes, rings, skateboarding, gems, lizards.
Element: Frost
Instrument: Trumpet
Strife Specibus: Bladekind
Weapon: Combat Knife x2
Dreamself: Derse
God Tier: Seer of Time
Server Player: -
Client Player: Abbi Yaylon
Entry Item: Key
Kernelsprite: Boxing Salamander
Chumhandle: ratifiedRebel [RR]
Planet: Land of Doom and Glaciers
Symbol: Diamond ring
Typing Quirk: Perfect syntax. He will sometimes abbreviate words and phrases, and fully capitalize words that are emphasized. When referring to something specifically important, even if only to him, he will capitalize the first letter of the word or the first letter of each word in the phrase.
Typing Example: RR: The first thing we do is take The Alchemiter and create The Cruxite Dowels. This is EXTREMELY important.
Physiology
Weight: 125lb
Height: 5’5”
Features: Mild acne around T area.
Hair: A light ginger-hinted blonde, a bit shaggy and around shoulder length.
Health Concerns: Hemophiliac
Psychology
Personality: Has a sort of bossy leadership-type attitude, even when he is not the leader. He is often described as a control freak, although he doesn’t do this on purpose, and when it’s brought to his attention he gladly backs off. Seems to be overconcerned with everyone’s wellbeing which can come off as a bit disturbing at first. Can be super emotional, but for the most part tries to keep a strong, stone outward demeanor. He’s very outgoing and does not hesitate to be the communicator of a team or project.
Fear: Heights
Secret: Huge crush on Abbi.
Strength: Hyper-focusing on important tasks (can also, however, be a weakness.)
Weakness: Emotional scenarios.
Health Concerns: Multiple Personality Disorder
Bio: Alex grew up in a middle-class suburban neighborhood in Phoenix, Arizona. He lives with his father, who isn’t around most of the time due to top-secret business-like business. Most of his friends, he met online. However, Rich has been a close friend to him their entire lives, being his next-door neighbor.
Sprites
The thought crossed Nicholas' mind that perhaps picking up a random stranger as a survival partner wasn't the best course of action. Mattie seemed fearful enough, but fear didn't necessarily equal sanity or loyalty. His senses were hypersensitive as they trekked the brief journey to the Walmart he was keeping refuge in, ears tuning in to every sound, eyes catching every movement.
"Alright," he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and paused to look at Mattie. He gestured toward the entrance, "We're just past the foyer, near the pharmacy."
Nodding, he passed through the automatic doors that had long since stopped working and been pried open. Nature was already taking itself back; vines and ivy grew along the floor, passing just beyond the entrance. Metals were rusting and dirt and grime were piling up in cracks in the tile. None of it was unexpected. What was unexpected, however, was the loud, ferocious snarling erupting from behind a shelf.
It happened much quicker than Nicholas could keep up with. He was walking toward the spot where their camp was hidden when a blurry, humanoid figure leaped from behind the aisle, growling in his face. His reflexes were just sharp enough that he managed to raise the shovel in time to knock the attacker back, one hand gripping the end of the handle and the other gripping by the spade.
"Crap!" he cried out, raising the shovel then with both hands as he prepared to bring it down on the corpse's head. But he paused when he recognized the face. "Mom," he gasped, staring. The shovel unconsciously lowered, but only for a brief second before his mother's corpse was lunging at him again. He thrust the spade forward, and the pointed end ripped through the corpse's weakened flesh easily.
The creature let out a forced grunt when he pulled the makeshift weapon from four inches within her abdomen. He felt a pang of guilt and remorse in his heart, but he reminded himself: it wasn't his mother anymore.
I'm so sorry, he thought bitterly, gritting his teeth as he once again raised the shovel, this time successfully bringing it down on the monster's head, splitting the tissue to the skull until the skull cracked. He repeated the hits until she went down, and continued until she was barely recognizable.
"Alright," he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and paused to look at Mattie. He gestured toward the entrance, "We're just past the foyer, near the pharmacy."
Nodding, he passed through the automatic doors that had long since stopped working and been pried open. Nature was already taking itself back; vines and ivy grew along the floor, passing just beyond the entrance. Metals were rusting and dirt and grime were piling up in cracks in the tile. None of it was unexpected. What was unexpected, however, was the loud, ferocious snarling erupting from behind a shelf.
It happened much quicker than Nicholas could keep up with. He was walking toward the spot where their camp was hidden when a blurry, humanoid figure leaped from behind the aisle, growling in his face. His reflexes were just sharp enough that he managed to raise the shovel in time to knock the attacker back, one hand gripping the end of the handle and the other gripping by the spade.
"Crap!" he cried out, raising the shovel then with both hands as he prepared to bring it down on the corpse's head. But he paused when he recognized the face. "Mom," he gasped, staring. The shovel unconsciously lowered, but only for a brief second before his mother's corpse was lunging at him again. He thrust the spade forward, and the pointed end ripped through the corpse's weakened flesh easily.
The creature let out a forced grunt when he pulled the makeshift weapon from four inches within her abdomen. He felt a pang of guilt and remorse in his heart, but he reminded himself: it wasn't his mother anymore.
I'm so sorry, he thought bitterly, gritting his teeth as he once again raised the shovel, this time successfully bringing it down on the monster's head, splitting the tissue to the skull until the skull cracked. He repeated the hits until she went down, and continued until she was barely recognizable.
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