Fat Boy Kyle

Harry Potter: Students and the Sinister Snatchers

I might actually be interested, but I've not got too much free time now. Also, despite having read most of the books years ago and having watched the movies my HP knowledge is awful :P

Harry Potter: Students and the Sinister Snatchers

Boo!

ALSO!

More boo!

The Shadows of Aeios

This makes Kyle sad :(

The Demon Within

So who's still active? Might be worth trying to get more people (if you aren't already so).

Sanctuary

So, how is everyone?

Walking Dead: Across the Pond

So, who is everyone and what do y'all do when you're not RPing? :)

Walking Dead: Across the Pond

James Morgan

James and Doc trotted along the road into Coalville at a gentle enough pace; it was faster than walking speed but slow enough that neither was loosing breath. They found themselves crouching around groups of cars rather than try weave through them, for although it left them more exposed it meant they were less likely to run head first into a biter. The road was mostly quiet apart from a couple of large groupings that the pair were careful to avoid. The two continued along what they assumed to be an A-road until they reached a T-junction. “Stephenson Industrial Estate” Doc read aloud straight off a signpost, “Chances are there’ll be a supermarket of some sort right?”

“Yeah” muttered James, not having really listened to what Doc had said. His attention was fixated on the sign below it that read:
(M1)
Leicester
A511
To James the sign seemed to promise that his fiancé was within arm’s reach but he knew better than to get his hopes up, especially when he had work to do. Turning around he realised that Doc had already begun walking up the road into the estate and so quickly paced after him. “Sorry, I was just thinking about something.” He said between a couple of pants.

“You’ll see her again James. But for now we need to just focus on staying alive ourselves.” Doc replied as he shot James a reassuring smile. There was something about Doc that made you trust him, made you believe every word he spoke, and even when he couldn't seem to find an answer to something you kept your faith in him. James put it down to him being a doctor, as after all surely doctors relied on people trusting them – or rather people relied on being able to trust their doctors.

The pair continued further up the road almost completely crouched the entire time. They could see beyond the various tree lines that surrounded each car park that the area was swarming with biters. Worse still most of the buildings appeared to belong to furniture or vehicle salesrooms, none of which would provide them with the supplies they sought after. It was appearing to be their lucky day however, for they chanced across a little burger van along the central road, one that perhaps once served hungry staff around the area during their breaks. Outside of it were four biters, two close together by the door, and two practically on their own. Doc and James exchanged some not-so-coordinated hand signals and by doing so decided how they would approach the situation. The biggest challenge they knew wasn’t so much killing the biters as much as doing it quickly and quietly as to not draw the attention of the nearby hoards.

James set off first at a quick sprint towards the furthest biter with his cue stick in hand, whilst Doc ran towards the closest, both approaching their targets at around the same time. As James reached the biter it turned towards him and let out an angry moan. It did not phase James however and using the cue as a spear he drove the broken end into the biters eye and continued to push it forwards as he raised it up, causing the biter to fall backwards. Standing over him James thrust the cue into the biter’s head a few times to ensure it was dead before turning and running to cover Doc, who by this time had moved towards the other two. Doc managed to sink his hammer into one of the biters with ease, but was unable to yank it out quick enough and the other managed to grab hold of his sleeve. “Fuck” he hissed as he tried futilely to yank away. James altered his grip on the cue and delivered a powerful swing to the back of the biters head. The biter stumbled into the van but didn’t die. James was about to swing for it when he realised that hitting the van would make noise and instead threw the cue to Doc before grabbing the biter and throwing him back onto the road. Doc watched silently as James mounted the biter and proceeded to beat it to death with his own fists.

Walking Dead: Across the Pond

Aye, I did.

Walking Dead: Across the Pond

James Morgan
Just North of Coalville

As the day went on the girls began to drag their feet and it was clear then that it was time to find a place to rest. They had been going at a very slow pace and had on more than one occasion looped round certain obstacles (including walkers) for their own safety; as a result of this it had taken them a few hours to walk what might have only taken James a bit over an hour to walk before the outbreak. The group settled on a little roadside cottage in the end. It was a pleasant little thing and no other buildings could be seen from it. It had two floors and although it was clearly designed to look like an older cottage the bricks in certain places suggested it was a fairly young building. “Stay in here and keep quiet, we won’t be long. If something happens take our bags and run.” Whispered Doc as he slowly shut the wooden shed door in the back garden. James stood a few metres away with his back to the shed as he kept guard, too focussed on trying to spot danger to listen in on the conversation. They had decided to leave the girls and the majority of their possessions in the shed whilst they cleared the building. “Right, let’s do this.” Said Doc, patting James on the shoulder.

“Ok.” Nodded James nervously. He watched as Doc withdrew his old revolver and gave the barrel a spin. Doc only had one bullet left and he was an awful shot. James still didn’t know where Doc had acquired the weapon, mostly because he never asked; he didn’t need to know, he trusted Doc enough. James then threw his hood up over his head to offer a little more protection and gave the wrist that held the large knife a bit of twist to try loosen it up. The two slowly stepped forward in tandem towards the backdoor, beyond it lay the kitchen which appeared to be void of life. By now Doc had sheathed his pistol and was holding up his hammer. James slowly turned the handle and began to slowly open the door, careful not to make any noise. As soon as the momentum stopped however the keys on the inside of the door swung back and gave out a little chime that caused the new guests to wince. The kitchen was clear and it were two doors: one that opened to the hallway leading straight to the front door and staircase, and the other that opened into the large living/dining room. The two of them slowly made their way through each room in the house, never more than arms reach away from each other, and always ensuring that every corner and hiding spot was checked. They struck lucky as they couldn’t find any sign of biters. They couldn’t find any food either though, meaning that whoever lived here probably packed up and left when the shit hit the fan. Having done this they proceeded to move the girls and their possessions upstairs into one of the bedrooms and barricaded the front door and windows with whatever they could find.

“Right Melisa, the front of the house is jammed up. We’re going to go out the back and round. We’re going to take one of the keys to the back door and lock it behind us. We won’t be very long and when we return we’ll let ourselves in. Don’t leave this room if you can help it, not for knocking at door, not for screams outside, not for anything really.” Doc kissed his wife and children goodbye. Once again James and Doc left most of their possessions with the girls, albeit this time they took their (now empty) bags so they could carry more supplies back. James decided to take his cue stick along with him this time, as he didn’t think he would have to worry about tight spaces quite as much.

Walking Dead: Across the Pond

James Morgan
Near Worthington (a bit north of Coalville)

James was sat on an old wooden log, the morning dew causing a slight dampness that left his backside a bit chilly. As a result he found himself slumped forwards with his arms tucked in to keep his body slightly warmer. He was nursing a cigarette but it seemed to give him little relief; other than the odd night out he wasn’t really a smoker, but he’d found the pack the previous day and at this moment in time thought fuck it, why not? He raised his head to see Doc approaching him and as he did so let out a puff of smoke, “How are they doing?”

Doc shrugged as he squatted down closely in front of James. Doc was in his mid-forties and had thick but greying hair which matched his grey eyes. Even in his muddy shirt and jeans combo he still seemed to have an air of distinction about him. “Melisa didn’t get much sleep last night and is feeling it now. The twins are well… they’re too young and just can’t rap their heads around this yet” Doc’s eyes looked tired too, but James guessed this was due more to emotional fatigue than physical fatigue. The two of them shared a look of understanding for a moment before Docs eyes drifted towards the cigarette in James’ hand. Without any words being spoken James put the cigarette out on the log before flicking it into some grass. “We need to think about where we’re going. So far we’ve just been moving around to survive, but we need to think long term.” Doc paused for a moment before continuing, “We could go east towards Wales. It’s rural and perhaps safer. There’s also the possibility of us trying to catch a boat over to Ireland or the Isle of Man; we don’t know if this pandemic has spread overseas.”

James softly shook his head, “But that means trying to go through or around Birmingham. None of us know Wales either. And well… if there are any other groups of survivors out there I don’t think their first instinct will be to flock to Wales?”

Doc smirked. It was a silly point and yet one that was hard to argue against. “We could go East. Again more rural. Lots of farmland, which means food. But that’s about the only plus I can think of. We could go North towards the peak district and hide up there, or go on further still to the Scottish Highlands?”

“Too far. Plus it’ll mean we’ll have to worry about the environment killing us just as much as the biters.” James replied. The reality was James knew where he wanted to go – South. To be precise he wanted to go as close by to Leicester as he could in the hope that he might somehow find his fiancé Carly. “We should go South. It might be just like in the movies, like 28 Weeks Later, where people could be crossing the Channel to France. If there’s military anywhere it’ll be between here and the South won’t it?” James wasn’t going to say that it was just for Carly, although he suspected that the Doc would realise as much.

“Ok.” Said Doc with a gentle nod, “In that case I think we should head off now and try find a place for the night before the days up. Once we’ve secured it, me and you should go hunting for supplies.”

With that the two of them took each other’s hands and yanked each other upright. They then walked over to Melisa and the kids. Melisa was short and very skinny, almost ill-looking with her fading blonde hair, pale complexion and tired baggy eyes. The twins both had blonde hair to their shoulders and wore identical white and red dresses that were now caked in mud. The three were a dim sight if nothing else, but Melisa tried her best to put on a smile as the men approached. “Are we moving on again so soon?” she asked and her smile began to whither. Though they had set off early in the morning they had only traveled a short distance and only for a short amount of time.

“Yes honey. We’ve got to keep moving. Come mid-afternoon we’ll find us a little cottage or something to settle into and you and the kids can get some more rest.” Doc stroked her hair back behind her ear and kept his hand their as she nuzzled her head into it. The kids were eerily quiet for their age, but they had been since James met them; like Doc said, they didn’t know how to process what was happening. After a few moments of checking that they were all ready, the group set off again in single file, with Doc leading and James taking the rear guard.