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To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

Lillah was following the sound she had heard--it sounded like broken glass--when she saw someone turn the corner and immediately turn back. Too fast to be a zombie, she noted, readying her bat as her eyes narrowed. Though, at the girl's warning, Lillah tensed a bit. She'll shoot, she repeated in her head, scowling a bit. Fuck, hope she's not trigger happy. Annoyed and a little scared by her weapon disadvantage, Lillah tossed her bat down the hall so it'd slide to the girl's feet. She followed that up by raising her hands slightly above her head. "My name's Lillah Lawson--I'm not going to hurt you," she added quickly. "I'm still human. Haven't even been bit. Just--don't shoot me." She stared at the corner, frowning at the hint of a head that peeked around it.

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

Lillah continued on, the bat over her shoulder. She passed some buildings and would occasionally peak into a window to make sure she wasn't being watched from within by anyone or anything. She came upon a small convenient store and readied her back as she quietly went in, hoping to find a meal. Most of the shelves had been cleared, but she found herself a jar of peanut butter and put it in her bad, exchanging it for a granola bar. As she left the small store, she chewed on the granola bar and continued on. Finding a place to stay was turning out to be harder than she had expected. Maybe I should've followed the gun shots, she thought, glancing back the way she came as she discarded the granola bar wrapper.

Finally, she found herself in front of a fence and her eyes looked it up and down. A zombie couldn't climb that--to get in or out. She licked her lips and eyed the building behind its lock. It was a school, and with the lock still in place, it might be a safe choice. Sighing, she slipped half the bat into her bag and climbed the fence. Her well toned arms and legs made the task easy as cake for the young woman, and--from the top of the fence--she allowed herself to drop into a crouch. Immediately, the bat was back in her hand as she approached the building. When she found the front door locked, she climbed in through an open window and looked around, bat ready. Slowly and on the alert, she began her exploration.

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

Lillah came upon a dead man. Upon crouching beside him, she noted that a bullet had been put through his head. Frowning, her gaze wandered the area--zombies. Or rather, their bodies. She wrinkled her nose before her turning her attention back to the man. Maybe he was with someone and got bit, she thought. So they had to put him down. Her jaw clenched and she blinked away the tears before they came. "Dammit!" she growled, standing up and kicking the body out of frustration. She drew in a deep breath through her nose and looked around. "Focus on shelter," she reminded herself. The sun had lowered even further and the kill seemed fresh. As she started walking, she debated whether or not she'd even want to find the person who did this. On one hand, having someone to rely on would be helpful. On the other, they could just weigh her down.

pokemons rp

I might be interested depending on the plot and such. I'll subscribe and see how things develop.

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

A whistle. Then gun shots. Lillah shivered and looked around, her body tense. Slowly, she grabbed her bat and pushed herself up to her feet, eyes narrowed. Giving her bat a twirl, she started to move away from the noise. Where there's noise, there'll be zombies, after all. And whoever started it clearly had a gun--so she believed he would be fine. "Idiot," she muttered to herself as she re-shouldered her backpack. She turned her gaze on the sun and took note that night would soon be upon her. Time to find shelter, she thought bitterly, looking around as she wandered. She was weary of buildings--too many corners and way too much clutter. She needed some place easy to move around in.

In developing your characters' heights and weights...

Dervish said
I've never worried about a character's weight, since I typically write a paragraph or two regarding character appearance, including body type. While I can appreciate going for accuracy, specific weight is one of those things that probably won't really help someone get an accurate guage for visualizing a character as opposed to saying "They have a thin athlete body" or "They're slightly overweight" or "This creature of a slob makes Jabba the Hutt look like a Jenny Craig spokesperson"... you get the idea.I mean, when you play a game or watch a movie or show, you rarely are told specific measurements of a character. It's in reality a small detail. In books, honestly in a lot of them I've seen less print devoted to describing a character than a lot of character sheets on this site. A part of the fun is imagining.

I don't disagree, but some people like to establish heights and weights for their characters (I personally only bother when a CS asks for it). And even if you don't use a specific height / weight, the site can still help because it shows you visuals. That can help with description. If you can't think of another way to describe a pear shaped body, browse the pear shaped bodies until something clicks.

There are lots of way to use the resources around you--don't just take my suggestions, haha.

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

A sickening crack echoed among the debris. The undead dropped...just dead in front of Lillah and she hesitantly lowered her shaking bat, breathing heavily. "For fuck's sake," she panted, looking around for any other zombies. After assuring that she only stumbled upon a single wanderer, she nudged its head with her baseball bat, making sure it was down for good. Satisfied by its lack of reaction, she collapsed where she stood, and let out a sigh of relief. The bat clunked beside her and she wiped her brow free of sweat with the back of her hand. The adrenaline was still running, so she drew in deep breath after deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She was dressed in cargo pants and a tanktop--on her back a book bag sat stuffed with canned food and a heavy hoody for the cold nights.

Vienna Academy ~LIMITED~

Okay, fair enough! uwu So long as you're okay with it.

The Family That Slays Together

True that! :D

Vienna Academy ~LIMITED~

Oh no. D: I always feel bad when a GM feels like she has to back out of her own RP