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Cal is most likely gonna try and find a way to smuggle in cigarettes.
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Already shipping in my head.
Ohhhh do tell
I might do a bit of tinkering on my sheet now that I am home from work.
Name: Callie “Cal” Evans
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:
Personality: Quiet, Violent, Rude, Rebellious, Protective and Defensive.
On the outside Cal likes to act like the bad ass chick she is. She refuses to take shit from anyone, especially adults or people who are younger then her and think highly of themselves. Cal is extremely foul-mouthed (except around children and the elderly) and has the tendency to go into berserk rages. Cal isn't the smartest person on the planet, and isn't good at quick comebacks, rather thinking with flying fists. Despite this rough and tough exterior, Cal is not without her own personal weaknesses. She also harbors a very dark inner secret that she refuses to tell anyone. This secret is extremely mentally taxing for her, and can cause her to physically freeze if she is reminded of it.
Cal gives off a vibe of “I'll mess with you if you mess with me.” Being raised in a house with little to no rules or authority shaped Cal into an independent girl with little need to give respect to those who have not earned it. She rarely asks others for help, despite often needing help. Schooling has always been hard for Cal, as she isn't the fastest learner. However she is too noble to herself to ask a teacher for help catching up. She still tries her hardest though, so every little victory is a big one to her. Cal has a rather complex past, one she doesn't often share with others, that shapes her into a rather complex person. The only people who might know of it are the staff. Deep down, Cal is a bit of a lonely person and is too shy to initiate conversations with people she has just met.
Background: Cal grew up in a house with no rules. Drinking, smoking, drugs, sex. All of this was allowed once she came of age. She didn't see her parents much, to her they never really felt like parents. More like strangers who lived with her and occasionally showed up at the trailer home drunk or high. Cal was an only child, she assumed she was a mistake anyway, and found herself taking responsibility for a lot of the chores around the house. She made her own food, cleaned whenever her parents made a mess. And kept to herself. The only time she felt any pride in herself was at school. Her teachers seemed to like her, and the music director even taught her to play the piano. Cal was rather good at playing, allowing her emotions out while she did so. But her parents never attended a concert.
That was until the day she was expelled. Cal doesn't speak of why she was expelled. Rumors circulated the town that she beat another kid almost to death and others say it was for dealing drugs. Either way Cal didn't want to go back home. So she packed a bag, grabbed her truck and left.
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:
Personality: Quiet, Violent, Rude, Rebellious, Protective and Defensive.
On the outside Cal likes to act like the bad ass chick she is. She refuses to take shit from anyone, especially adults or people who are younger then her and think highly of themselves. Cal is extremely foul-mouthed (except around children and the elderly) and has the tendency to go into berserk rages. Cal isn't the smartest person on the planet, and isn't good at quick comebacks, rather thinking with flying fists. Despite this rough and tough exterior, Cal is not without her own personal weaknesses. She also harbors a very dark inner secret that she refuses to tell anyone. This secret is extremely mentally taxing for her, and can cause her to physically freeze if she is reminded of it.
Cal gives off a vibe of “I'll mess with you if you mess with me.” Being raised in a house with little to no rules or authority shaped Cal into an independent girl with little need to give respect to those who have not earned it. She rarely asks others for help, despite often needing help. Schooling has always been hard for Cal, as she isn't the fastest learner. However she is too noble to herself to ask a teacher for help catching up. She still tries her hardest though, so every little victory is a big one to her. Cal has a rather complex past, one she doesn't often share with others, that shapes her into a rather complex person. The only people who might know of it are the staff. Deep down, Cal is a bit of a lonely person and is too shy to initiate conversations with people she has just met.
Background: Cal grew up in a house with no rules. Drinking, smoking, drugs, sex. All of this was allowed once she came of age. She didn't see her parents much, to her they never really felt like parents. More like strangers who lived with her and occasionally showed up at the trailer home drunk or high. Cal was an only child, she assumed she was a mistake anyway, and found herself taking responsibility for a lot of the chores around the house. She made her own food, cleaned whenever her parents made a mess. And kept to herself. The only time she felt any pride in herself was at school. Her teachers seemed to like her, and the music director even taught her to play the piano. Cal was rather good at playing, allowing her emotions out while she did so. But her parents never attended a concert.
That was until the day she was expelled. Cal doesn't speak of why she was expelled. Rumors circulated the town that she beat another kid almost to death and others say it was for dealing drugs. Either way Cal didn't want to go back home. So she packed a bag, grabbed her truck and left.
I miiiight make a sheet. Most likely
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The idea with there being a apocalyptic radio station kinda reminds me of Fallout, in which there is a radio station what just plays old timey music.
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This was going from bad to worse in only a matter of minutes. Kylie worked with all of her strength to keep Camella off her leg. But they weren't walking fast, and the dead were walking much faster. Kylie had started hyperventilating, her vision blurring. She was going to die. And in this moment Kylie wondered if she wanted to die. Was her need to survive stronger then the undead desire to eat. A horrible guilt washed over Kylie as she realized that she had never told Woodrow her name. She had only known him for a very, very, short time. But Kylie couldn't help but feel like her untrusting nature had gotten the best of her.
Kylie frantically tried to dispel the guilt. He had commanded her to get his friend out alive. And she was going to do just that. Even if it killed her.
“I'm sure your friends didn't want to leave you.” Kylie spoke in a winded voice. “When people get scared they do crazy things.” Kylie sounded exhausted, like she couldn't get enough air to speak. “I am sure once we find them, they will be so glad to see you alive.” Kylie knew she would be if she could see her friends alive and unharmed. And then she realized herself and Camella were barely alive and not at all well. They were getting surrounded, any gaps in the undead were quickly getting filled in by walkers.
Kylie tried to think of a way to get Camella out of this. She knew the girl couldn't walk, her leg proved this, and she had no gun to ward them off. Only a machete. That would be pointless to use. Without her full body movement she would be unable to do anything. They were trapped. Kylie wondered what would have happened if she decided not to leave with this group. Kylie fought back tears that stung her eyes, trying to keep herself strong in what might have been her final moments. She had no brave words, nothing. She always assumed her last words would be screaming as a walker tore her apart or a stranger shot her to death. She had only wished she planned something to say to the girl who was stuck in this mess with her.
She slowly shut her eyes, only hoping the pain would eventually go away. She continued to hold Camella, not wanting her to hurt her bad leg. And with that Kylie waited for the end. She at least hoped all of her friends would be at whatever place she ended up.
The sound of gunshots knocked Kylie out of her almost peaceful trance. Through tear filled eyes she could see the walkers falling around her. The other members of this girls group had showed up. Kylie wasn't sure if she was relieved or not. It was as if she was ready to die. She watched as Hannah and Oskar made their way through the hoard, eventually getting to them. With some relief she handed Camella off to Oskar, glad she would at least live. And after making sure Camella had whatever black box made her risk her life, she turned to Hannah.
The woman's words almost angered Kylie. If she hadn't been terrified out of her skin and crying she would have spoken up. Why did they chose to help out now instead of before. They could have gotten Camella out without any problem. No one had to die. Kylie didn't speak or even show emotion as she nodded to Hannah, following behind her with a limp in her leg. She glanced down at her ankle, noticing the blood seeping through her pant cuff. She would have to clean it later.
This was going from bad to worse in only a matter of minutes. Kylie worked with all of her strength to keep Camella off her leg. But they weren't walking fast, and the dead were walking much faster. Kylie had started hyperventilating, her vision blurring. She was going to die. And in this moment Kylie wondered if she wanted to die. Was her need to survive stronger then the undead desire to eat. A horrible guilt washed over Kylie as she realized that she had never told Woodrow her name. She had only known him for a very, very, short time. But Kylie couldn't help but feel like her untrusting nature had gotten the best of her.
Kylie frantically tried to dispel the guilt. He had commanded her to get his friend out alive. And she was going to do just that. Even if it killed her.
“I'm sure your friends didn't want to leave you.” Kylie spoke in a winded voice. “When people get scared they do crazy things.” Kylie sounded exhausted, like she couldn't get enough air to speak. “I am sure once we find them, they will be so glad to see you alive.” Kylie knew she would be if she could see her friends alive and unharmed. And then she realized herself and Camella were barely alive and not at all well. They were getting surrounded, any gaps in the undead were quickly getting filled in by walkers.
Kylie tried to think of a way to get Camella out of this. She knew the girl couldn't walk, her leg proved this, and she had no gun to ward them off. Only a machete. That would be pointless to use. Without her full body movement she would be unable to do anything. They were trapped. Kylie wondered what would have happened if she decided not to leave with this group. Kylie fought back tears that stung her eyes, trying to keep herself strong in what might have been her final moments. She had no brave words, nothing. She always assumed her last words would be screaming as a walker tore her apart or a stranger shot her to death. She had only wished she planned something to say to the girl who was stuck in this mess with her.
She slowly shut her eyes, only hoping the pain would eventually go away. She continued to hold Camella, not wanting her to hurt her bad leg. And with that Kylie waited for the end. She at least hoped all of her friends would be at whatever place she ended up.
The sound of gunshots knocked Kylie out of her almost peaceful trance. Through tear filled eyes she could see the walkers falling around her. The other members of this girls group had showed up. Kylie wasn't sure if she was relieved or not. It was as if she was ready to die. She watched as Hannah and Oskar made their way through the hoard, eventually getting to them. With some relief she handed Camella off to Oskar, glad she would at least live. And after making sure Camella had whatever black box made her risk her life, she turned to Hannah.
The woman's words almost angered Kylie. If she hadn't been terrified out of her skin and crying she would have spoken up. Why did they chose to help out now instead of before. They could have gotten Camella out without any problem. No one had to die. Kylie didn't speak or even show emotion as she nodded to Hannah, following behind her with a limp in her leg. She glanced down at her ankle, noticing the blood seeping through her pant cuff. She would have to clean it later.
I think Estylwen and I are at a good stopping point, so im chill with a timeskip whenever
oooooh I'm working on a sheet. Making an earthbender
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It all felt so hopeless. No matter how many shots she fired, no matter how many zombie fell, more and more kept coming. Firing a gun probably wasn't helping either. She watched in a mix of fascination and awe as Woodrow fought with his fists and impromptu weapons. He was so strong, the sort of strength Kylie strived to be, and he was likely killing more zombie with his fists then Kylie could with the entire artillery of the army. Kylie watched in horror as Woodrow was overtaken by the undead. It really was hopeless. Kylie was bitterly reminded that no one lived forever, especially during the end of all days.
Kylie watched as Camella scrambled out from under the fence, and she didn't seem to be in the best shape. Kylie couldn't tell what she was holding, but whatever it was must have been important. As Woodrow approached her Kylie forced herself to make eye contact, no matter how intimidated she was by him. His words hit her hard. She nodded quickly. “Yes Sir.” She spoke, struggling to find strength in herself.
She watched as Woodrow turned back to the hoard of zombies, firing and shouting as they surrounded them. He was creating the perfect distraction for the two girls to escape. Kylie could see the limp in Cambella's leg, reminding herself of the similar pain in her leg. But right now Camella needed the support, physically and mentally. She had to be strong. She was being entrusted with the life of another, and this time she wasn't going to mess up. Kylie moved to Camella, looking her in the eye with as much will as she could muster. “Take a deep breath. We are getting out of here. Lean on me.”
Kylie wasted no time waiting for Camella to respond. “Hold onto that...thing...” Kylie said, gesturing to the car battery. Kylie took one of Camella's arms and put it around her own shoulder, then wrapped her arm around Camella's waist to support as much of her weight as possible. “I'm gonna try and get us to someplace safe, and then we can look for the rest of your friends.” Kylie walked slowly as she dared as she helped Camella walk. She could only hope she could make some sense out of the medical equipment she had gotten from the ambulance. “It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay...it's gonna be okay.” Kylie began whispering, maybe to settle her own nerves as she led Camella along the road.
She didn't dare look back.
It all felt so hopeless. No matter how many shots she fired, no matter how many zombie fell, more and more kept coming. Firing a gun probably wasn't helping either. She watched in a mix of fascination and awe as Woodrow fought with his fists and impromptu weapons. He was so strong, the sort of strength Kylie strived to be, and he was likely killing more zombie with his fists then Kylie could with the entire artillery of the army. Kylie watched in horror as Woodrow was overtaken by the undead. It really was hopeless. Kylie was bitterly reminded that no one lived forever, especially during the end of all days.
Kylie watched as Camella scrambled out from under the fence, and she didn't seem to be in the best shape. Kylie couldn't tell what she was holding, but whatever it was must have been important. As Woodrow approached her Kylie forced herself to make eye contact, no matter how intimidated she was by him. His words hit her hard. She nodded quickly. “Yes Sir.” She spoke, struggling to find strength in herself.
She watched as Woodrow turned back to the hoard of zombies, firing and shouting as they surrounded them. He was creating the perfect distraction for the two girls to escape. Kylie could see the limp in Cambella's leg, reminding herself of the similar pain in her leg. But right now Camella needed the support, physically and mentally. She had to be strong. She was being entrusted with the life of another, and this time she wasn't going to mess up. Kylie moved to Camella, looking her in the eye with as much will as she could muster. “Take a deep breath. We are getting out of here. Lean on me.”
Kylie wasted no time waiting for Camella to respond. “Hold onto that...thing...” Kylie said, gesturing to the car battery. Kylie took one of Camella's arms and put it around her own shoulder, then wrapped her arm around Camella's waist to support as much of her weight as possible. “I'm gonna try and get us to someplace safe, and then we can look for the rest of your friends.” Kylie walked slowly as she dared as she helped Camella walk. She could only hope she could make some sense out of the medical equipment she had gotten from the ambulance. “It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay...it's gonna be okay.” Kylie began whispering, maybe to settle her own nerves as she led Camella along the road.
She didn't dare look back.
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