Lady Absinthia

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Year 5: Part 3

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Date: July 22nd, 2012

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach

Temperature: 70F
Humidity: High (Around 72%) - No Rain
Wind Speed: 18 MPH
Cloud Coverage: Clear

Note: Evening is starting to wrap up, a few people are starting to head in for the evening.

Adelaide has stopped serving Moonshine and Whiskey at this point. Drinks are as follows:

• Light: Beer (Pale Ales)
• Sweet Tea (Brown)
• Water (Clear)

Looking over from where he sat, the General turned his attention to Alexander. He had mostly been watching his grand daughter but still tried to keep an eye out on other things. Gunny just kept watching his daughter intently as his father and one of the newer members of the community conversed. "Oh yes, well you are most welcome, and thank you for enjoying it." The man motioned towards the seat next to him as Macsen got up and went to check on the yelling that was happening from a rather loud Nikki. "It's not a nightly thing but yes, very enjoyable," he said as he watched his son go to check on other matters. His eyes trailed back to Alexander. "Oh yes, work and service. Most important. It gives a chance for life outside of survival if done right. More mouths only make things tougher if those hands don't contribute but looking at yourself and the group, overall, I hope I am correct in thinking this community will be stronger for having you all here."

"Oh yer welcome, enjoy it," Cook said before watching the scene go down between Nikki and Hunter. Her brows shot up. "Haven't seen her react like that since Ray cracked a wheel on her skateboard two years ago," Cook said and Morales nodded in agreement before whistling out a breath. Looking back towards Nigel, Cook inhaled and shook her head. "He's already drunk, this stuff is just gonna make him throw up faster." Looking over towards the Goat he already seemed to know what was going through her head.

"On it, just keep him still until I get back," he said before he started to head up the beach and back to the road that lead into the main part of the town.

"Oatmeal or crackers, something bland to soak up the booze," Cook said as she looked back at Nigel.

While Dog Boy was being tended to on one part of the beach, Riley was paying far more attention to her girl Amelia. Riley heard the yelling but as it wasn't followed by gun shots she figured it was alright. Tatiana had blown up far louder than that and no one was shot over it. The sparkler was starting to burn out, it was nice while it lasted. That was how things were now, enjoy them while, they last. Maybe that was how it always was but because things were easier people didn't think about it much. "It will be wonderful and when it's not anymore we'll do what we did when Newnan ended, we will survive, keep moving, and live," Riley said giving Amelia squeeze as she wrapped an arm around her.

Nodding as her own sparkler finally died out. "Yeah, sounds good," she said as she slipped her arm from around Amelia and laced her fingers with hers. Heading down the beach she smiled lightly towards Tesla as he waved before getting back to the kids. He and Shears were now setting off some roman candles. Nothing loud but pretty and bright over the waters. Riley dropped her sparkler remains in the bucket of water like Tesla had asked them to before glancing around. "Pick a direction and we can search," she said motioning down both ends of the beach in turn.

Adelaide wasn't so sure about giving the boy the right amount to drink. "Maybe I should have made him pass out," she breathed out with a huff. "What the hell was that?" she pondered more to herself than actually looking for an answer. "Oh he's gonna wish he was still drunk in the morning considering the hangover he is gearing up for," Adelaide added with a chuckle. Turning her head she nodded. "Yeah, food for me sounds good. Thanks."

Cook looked over at Lisa as she came over. "That's nice of you," Cook said as she fixed up two plates. "Granted I shouldn't be surprised she refuses to step away from the bar. Not after Nikki's last attempt on the spirits," she giggled lightly. "That girl likes being a hand full," she added as she handed over the two plates and wiped her hands off on the apron she wore. Cook looked oddly at Hunter during his next vocal vomiting. "If we shot everyone for a drunken rant everyone but maybe Gunny would be dead," she said with a laugh.

As Nikki came over to sit, Adelaide popped open a beer and slid it over to her. "You know, normally I'd say you were writing checks your ass couldn't cash again but think you got this one covered," Adelaide said with a smirk before glancing towards Manny as he came over. "Exactly, boys are idiots," she said agreeing with the man. "Want something to drink?" she asked. "Got beer, tea, and water still available tonight."

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Thana Martin

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L11 (Dance Floor) -> M12 (Beach)
Skills: N/A

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Thana was glad that Ash had enjoyed her small part of the show. It had only been two songs but it was fun. As fun as it was she was glad it was over. She was more wanting to just spend some time with Ash. She still needed to catch up Thalia but that could wait. No one was dying right now, there was no raid to plan. Things could take a bit of time. Right now things could wait and the only thing Thana refused to wait on was time with Ash. As he kissed her nose she quirked a brow before letting out a little laugh. It was hard to tell if the laugh was because of the kiss or the metal one fingered salute from who was essentially her best female friend.

Looking over at Thalia she gave a too wide grin before turning her attention back to Ash and shrugging a bit. "I have a feelin' we're gonna be seein' that pretty often knowin' Angel," Thana said with a small chuckle. The woman wasn't exactly knowing for holding her tongue or her gestures for anyone. And from the sounds of it, Nikki was like that. Thana's eyes going back to the girl during the outburst and cocked a brow. Seemed Hunter had royally pissed Nikki off. From the reports she had read, Hunter hadn't exactly been doing well on the dealing with people front. Hopefully the therapist could help the kid.

Yet that wasn't something for Thana to deal with. She had a job in the camp already. She wasn't a leader anymore, which was fine with her. And for the same reason she was glad Ash wasn't a leader here. Not leading gave them time to live together, not just being two ships passing in the night once again. Maybe Ash was thinking on the same matter when he lifted her into his arms. Sliding her arms over his shoulders she nodded. "Sounds perfect," she said to the suggestion. Beach, food, stars. Yes, perfect. She gave a quick whisper in his ear, she wanted to go further down the beach, away from the others, closer to the pier, back side of the stage. She just wanted some quiet.

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Nikola Warren

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L11 (Bar)
Skills: N/A

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Nikki grumbled to herself. Had she been older, wiser, more experienced she would have realized that Hunter wasn't trying to be an ass, he was drunk, and his natural default was just as it was. Okay, she was probably sure of such things and she didn't need to be older, wiser, or more experienced to realize these things. Yet, being her age did keep that little switch in her brain from triggering. The one that kept people from saying or doing things they might wish they hadn't the next day. Then again maybe with Nikki she wouldn't ever calm down, maybe she would always be hot headed and pop off when someone pissed her off. At least it was with words and not a fist or a bullet though going back what she had said before if he pulled that again she was going to slap the shit out of him: pimp hand final attack!

Taking the beer, she turned it up and downed half of it as Adelaide spoke. Lowering the bottled she belched, long and loud. "I can handle Scarecrow," she snarked, then she grinned. "Scarecrow... Oh I'm gonna make that one stick," she mused. Rarely were call signs picked by the person, they were usually something the person got stuck with because of how they looked or acted. Scarecrow sounded just right to her for Hunter.

It seemed like Adelaide wasn't the only one that had advice for Nikki. Her eyes going over towards the older man. "Yeah, well can't fix stupid," she said before downing another quarter of the bottle. "Yeah, saw yer name on work sheets before I went in for guard duty." Spinning around on her stool she looked as Ash was carrying Thana towards the Beach, then looked over to Hunter in the sand, then to Thalia taking a seat and eating like it was her last meal. "I'm Nikki, that Adelaide, and I need to find a fuck for the evening," she said rather bluntly as she started scanning the people that were still about.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Year 5: Part 3

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Date: July 22nd, 2012

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Map in Original OOC post - NPC's In CS Tab

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach

Temperature: 70F
Humidity: High (Around 72%) - No Rain
Wind Speed: 18 MPH
Cloud Coverage: Clear

Note: Things are continuing and going smooth right now, ^^

Drinks are as follows:

• Heavy: Moonshine (Clear)
• Moderate: Whiskey (Brown)
• Light: Beer (Pale Ales)
• Sweet Tea (Brown)
• Water (Clear)

Seriously, if you want to get drinks mixed up, go for it LOL

"Eat up and enjoy," Cook said brightly towards Manny as he got himself some food. She liked seeing people enjoying the food, nearly as much as she enjoyed just seeing people eat in general. Too many days had gone by in days past where there wasn't enough food, and far too many where was there was none at all. Turning her attention to Nigel she smiled. "Ain't that the truth, you are very welcome," she added with a slight chuckle.

Adelaide looked over at Hunter and nodded slightly. "Sure thing," she said as she watched him. She was listening to what Lisa had to say but her eyes were on Hunter. "Huh?" she finally said as her eyes went over to Lisa. "Oh yeah, food, please! Sorry, watching the show," she said before pointing not over to the stage but the now Drunken Confessions of Dog Boy. (Available in print next spring, talk has been made of the community theater turning it into a musical.)

Tesla gave a nod with a bit of a wave towards Amelia and Riley as he darted back over to the kids, making sure to keep a close eye on them. Doc was strolling up about that time and heading over to Tesla to check and make sure no one had been burned or needed medical attention right now. Doc had his bag on him just in case something happened. S.B. was just making it to the beach party as well. She wasn't drinking or eating or even there in a medical capacity. She had an older film style camera on her with a large lens. She was moving around slowly and taking pictures of what was going on.

Riley smiled over at Amelia as she held the sparkler. "That sounds like a good idea. Maybe we will find some stuff in the seaweed that is washed up along the shore," Riley said before holding out her own sparkler and waving it about a bit. "After Newnan, never thought we would have a night like tonight," Riley said in a wistful voice. They had all thought they were safe enough in Newnan. Sure they had been attacked but they recovered from each attack. The day Newnan fell was different. It wasn't an attack, it was just mother nature, that was something you couldn't defend again. Sliding an arm around Amelia she pulled her a little closer, feeling a bit more protective of her right then.

As the song drew to a close, Thana was helped off the stage and the band went back to playing, doing a cover of Have You Ever Seen The Rain with Panama taking the lead vocals as the others played along. Seemed 70's and 80's music was the general standard fare for them to play but perhaps that was to be expected considering most of the area was older folks and they probably had records or tapes of the songs to listen to or practice against.

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Thana Martin

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L11 (Stage -> Dance Floor)
Skills: N/A

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Thana kept singing. It was nice to sing again. It wasn't something she had done in years, not since the start of the outbreak. She had always enjoyed it. Sure she was no rockstar but dive bars here and there had been more than enough for her. She had never wanted to be a singer, she just enjoyed it. As the song drew to a close, she didn't stick around on stage for long. Just fast enough to limp over to the edge of the stage. Bass and Maddoc gave her a hand to help her get started down. They would help her all the way down if needed. If Ash took over from the dance floor, then they would relinquish their hold under her arms. Either way, Thana was back at the stage end of the dance floor now and the band was back to playing and providing background music for those further down the beach and something to dance to for those on the floor.

Catching sight of Alexander and Manny eating she gave Mugsy a bit of a wave, her eyes drifting about and spotting Thalia, that brought a smirk to her lips. Then she opted to turn her attention to Ash, both to mess with Thalia and any questions she might have about the little note and to well pay attention to Ash. "Hope ya enjoyed the show," she commented with a little wiggle of her nose.

Thana found that her leg was starting to ache. That was to be expected. She had had two steel pins removed in the Quarantine's locker room the day before. The bone was healed but the muscles and tissue still had a way to go: like her face, which still itched from time to time. It would take time to get used to standing and walking on it for extended periods of time without the pins. Leaning into him she slipped an arm around to his back and rested her hand there. "Think we can find a seat somewhere?" she asked as she leaned against him. "Tomorrow mornin's run is gonna suck," she chuckled thinking out loud before looking up at Ash and shrugging. "Alright, come on, get my ass seated." She tugged on his shirt a bit. She was open to leaning against him, him carrying her, or even a piggy back ride. She didn't care.

Then Thana stopped as she heard Nikki exclaim something about fuck and sugar free. Her brows shooting up as her head turned in the direction of the sound and spotting Nikki with Hunter between the kettles and the other side of the dance floor.

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Nikola Warren

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L11 (Kettles -> Near Dance Floor)
Skills: N/A

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Slowly Nikki's caught movement that wasn't exactly steady out of the corner of her eye. Stopping her intended trek to the dance floor she tilted her head to the side as Hunter started to slur his words to her. Okay, he was drunk but he was being sweet it seemed. "Oh, thanks, you're pretty cute yerself," she said to his ramble about her being nice and pretty. Maybe that was going to be it. The way he was walking the guy might face plant in the sand and take a nap. Okay, maybe he wasn't done. "Oh... sorry to hear it..." she said about this Lucy person being dead. That sucked, but everyone did have someone they had lost so far she figured. She lost her dad, granted it wasn't to walkers, it was just to life was all.

Then things started getting weird. Maybe she should have figured it would. The guy was weird and he was drunk, those two things probably were going to clash at one point. She hadn't expected them to clash in such a way that she was told about a girl he was close to loving, how she reminded him of her, and how the whole thing had been a set up, and then him asking her, accusing her of being deceitful towards him for Maddoc or The General. "What in the sugar free fuck?!?" she said as she stood there, her fists opening and closing in anger. Nikki disliked liars, to be accused of being one really pissed her off.

Now, this is about the time a woman of age and experience would realize that talking to a drunk was pointless. The man wouldn't remember it in the morning and it wouldn't sink in fully if she said anything tonight. Thing was, Nikki was hardly a woman or age and what experience she had in life was not dealing with drunk guys who she wasn't sure if he was hitting on her or accusing her, it felt like both. So Nikki did what she did... Nikki unloaded.... Truthfully, bluntly, without sugar, no cherry on top.

"Like you? I don't even fucking know you," she started flatly. "I said I thought you were cute. That I fucking meant, even if you are a bean pole but fuck looks. I ain't ever pretended to like anyone. And fuck you thinking I would pretend anything, much less them putting me up to anything. You really think I'm gonna waltz around throwing my tits at every young fuck that comes in this place just to what? For what fucking purpose? Sorry if yer life ain't been full of nothing but liars and twats that used you but that ain't any reason to drink up and vomit your bullshit all over the place," she hissed with a guttural growl. "You ain't no psychopath, your just a man child who sounds like he is lying about shit so he projects his issues on girls. Boo-fucking-hoo. Tell you this much, I don't know you enough to like you or not but accuse me of lying in the future and I'll hit ya like a bitch fer acting like a bitch!"

Oh Nikki was fuming, turning on heel she stormed over to the bar and huffed down on a stool. "Fucker..." she grumbled under her breath. "Beer...." she added as she tapped the bar top towards Adelaide, she needed a drink.

✾ Lady Absinthia's Catacomb Of Characters

Camp Mexico Beach "Welcome to Camp Mexico Beach" - Padre to each group that enters ⚘ Background ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Along the panhandle of Florida is a town that was once a vacation haven for people. Not a large tourist town like Panama City Beach had once been but a smaller town where people went if they wanted more quiet than elsewhere along the coast line. A place for retirees and families to go without the crowds. Where most days, even if the place was in the middle of a perfect summer, you could walk along the beach and be left alone with plenty of space. That was before the outbreak and the dead started rising once again. That kind of changes shit. At least for many places. Mexico Beach is very much the same as it was before the outbreak. Still a lot of people in their autumn years, still rather quiet. Anything but a retirement community or vacation spot anymore. It is now what one might think of as a military type outpost. Nearly everyone there is a survivor of the outbreak and has been there since the beginning. Former Military took the lead and got things in order post haste when the world started going to shit. Being filled with generations of people that grew up before the internet, cable, or even color TV had it's advantages and the place has seemed to thrive. Sure there are younger folk as well but here the mantle of experience is in charge. ⚘ The Camp Itself ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Laid out below is a basic over look map of the town as it is now. The walls are twenty foot high and seven foot wide with a constant patrol built sand, stone and Roman-like concrete. There are only two gates, one at the east side and one at the west. Each gate is a set of two gates you must pass through to get into the man area itself. Out in the water is a patrol and nets designed to catch food and the walking dead that can wash up on shore. The town is very set in their ways and while open to new comers are not open to change. What they have their they have worked for and built. It works for them, has kept them alive and safe. Military Law rules and The General is in charge. Click <- For Full-Sized Map ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Location: Bay County, Florida, USA ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ C.O.: The General X.O.: Gunny ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The People: Military Style Law Population: 301 Ages: 2 - 87 yrs. Under 18: 12% Over 50: 52% Male: 64% Female: 35% ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Map Key [+] A: Administration/Communication B: Hospital/Medical C: Mess Hall D: Pier E: Main Electric F: Helipad G: Water Repair Shop H: Desalination Treatment Facility I: Boat Ramp J: Sea Processing K: Mechanics And Fabrication L: Distillation/Fuel M: Education Center N: Officer Housing O: Enlisted Housing P: Assembly Q: Lumber Yard R: General Supply S: Armory Supply T: Hydroponic Garden U: Fishing Traps And Underwater Garden V: Chapel W: Quarantine X: General Housing Y: Beach Stage Z: Vet ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Departments [+] Commanding Officer: First In Command. Responsible for the entire Camp and over seeing all the higher staff members - Similar to a City Mayor or Governor. Executive Officer: Second in Command. Responsible for day to day activity and over seeing logistics - Similar to a City Manager. Administration: Responsible for maintaining all information and paperwork. This include records, communications, trade, and recruitment. This department typically handles personnel records, promotions, and the like. Chaplain: Dedicated to promoting the spiritual, religious, and personal morale of the entire camp. They also provide pastoral care and counseling, death planning, final death, and burial. They also provide mediation between parties. Education: Oversees the passing of knowledge from one generation to the next as well as maintaining library, research facilities, and recording events for future generations. Base education begins at Pre-K levels and students learn within age groups until their 18th year. Higher Education is conducted in apprentice fashion as well as class room and is coordinated through the Education department with others. This includes not only core knowledge but the arts as well. Engineering: Maintains all technology within the camp. Responsible for keeping Solar Panels and Tidal Stations in working order, repairs desalination, and so forth. Ensures that light, heat, AC, air filters, water, and sewage it taken care of and in proper working order. They are also in charge of bridge and wall construction as well as the desalination and distillation. Fabrication: In a time where one cannot just go down to the local Home Depot things must be made. From wood planks to tiles to replacement parts for vehicles and even threads and fabrics. If it needs to be carved, molded, created from nothing - Fabrication tends to it. Medical: Responsible for maintaining the health of the camp, the treatment of sick and injured, disease prevention and the promotion of good health. From mental to physical health, dental, surgery, and hospice care. They are also in charge of pharmaceuticals and the medical garden. Mess: While not only tending to food preparation and distribution for the members of the camp, they over see fishing, gardens, preservation, and the like to ensure there is enough to go around. They work closely with other departments to maintain nutritional balance and production of food, and clean drinkable water is available. Operations: Work as the lynch pin for all departments, coordinating efforts and prioritizing needs of the camp. They are also in charge of trade and runs. In addition, they are the ones to bring in new people, vet them out, test them for position, and make recommendations to the X.O. for promotions or even expulsion from the camp. Safety: Takes care of maintaining the perimeter of the camp, taking care of interpersonal conflicts, policing fights, checking equipment for danger, maintaining fire hazards, and monitoring the weather. Supply: Responsible for all supply outside of weapons. Keeps track of laundry and refuse services. Maintains clothing and hygiene of the camp, recording materials, stocking and inventorying what is brought in from runs, and proper distribution of items when requested if available. Training: Separate from education, this department specializes in survival tactics, fighting, weapons training and safety, creative solutions, and the like. Is in charge of recruitment and education for able bodied individuals for Safety Departments, Runs, and so forth. Transportation: Is in charge of all vehicles, maintenance and repair, driving, flight, and so forth. This includes maintaining ships for sea and evacuation coordination if needed. Weapons: Personnel of the Weapons Department assemble, test, and maintain all weapons and guard the armory. They are also the last line in clearing personnel that are allowed to be armed and do final testing to ensure anyone with a weapon is properly trained. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Job Assignments [+] Ash Holloway: Supply Riley Ridgeway: Supply Amelia Payne: Supply Thana Martin: Mess Alexander Polawski: Supply Thalia Carmichael: Supply Erica Monroe: Supply Nigel Cooper: Supply Nikola Warren: Supply/Safety Lisa Mason: Medical Emanuel Newman: Supply Hunter Monroe: Supply ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Sleeping Assignments [+] PC List Ash: O.B. 2G Thana: O.B. 2G Riley: Condo 14B Amelia: Condo 14B Jack: Condo 3C Tatiana: Condo 3C Alex: Apartment 1C Thalia: Condo 17B Manny: Apartment 1D Erica: Condo 2B Nigel: Apartment 3C Wayne: Condo 16B Hank: Condo 16C Hunter: Condo 32 F Nikki: Apartment 6A Lisa: Apartment 6B Cross Reference With Roommates Apartment 1: Alex, Manny, Shears, Moralez Apartment 3: Nigel, Mizrahi, Roy Condo 2: Erica, Rosie Condo 3: Jack, Tati, Jamie, Spots Condo 14: Chase, Riley, Amelia Condo 16: Hank, Wayne, Dusty Condo 17: Thalia, Joaquin Condo 32: Hunter, Bass, Panama, Volts, Tesla O.B. 2: Ash, Thana ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Therapy Requirements [+] Ash Holloway: Therapy recommended though not required. Riley Ridgeway: Therapy not required. Amelia Payne: Therapy recommended though not required. Jack Newnan: Therapy recommended though not required. Tatiana Newnan: Therapy required. Alexander Polawski: Therapy recommended though not required. Beatrice Decker: Therapy not required. Thalia Carmichael: Therapy not required. Emanuel "Manny" Newman: Therapy not required. Erica Monroe: Therapy not required. Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper: Therapy not required. Wayne Maldonado: Therapy required. Hank Wright: Therapy not required. Hunter Monroe: Therapy required. Victor Bonheur: Therapy required. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Who Do You Write Like?

Apparently, depending on the character I am posting for, I write like either Anne Rice or Leo Tolstoy.

✾ Lady Absinthia's Catacomb Of Characters

Tatiana Lobov Newnan "Protection comes in many forms." - Strength isn't always about muscle. ⚘ Looking Inside ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ A cunning woman, Tatiana can act in a rather scheming and ruthlessly determined way. She is crafty and shrewd: being rather astute and having rather keen powers of judgement when it comes to people. She is clever and sharp-witted: perceptive and observant about her surroundings in both location and the people around her. Alert and ever crafty. Steady and resolute she is resolved in her determination and unrelenting in her perception. A persistent woman, she is steadfast and unyielding about matters. Capable of much, she is concerned about the safety of those around her and safeguards them as much as possible in her actions and plans. Mindful and vigilant she is wary and careful. Tatiana can be cautious and has many reservations. Vague about details and reluctant to share. Noncommittal and discreet is perhaps not an obvious choice to describe her ways but they are more than accurate. She is leery: wary due to realistic suspicions. Skeptical and not easily convinced she is ever questioning. She is unpredictable and temperamental, having drastic changes in her mood and actions that come on suddenly and without warning. Volatile: she is liable to change rapidly and unpredictably, especially for the worse. Strained by events, she is tense and uncomfortable around most. Suspicious, she is obsessively anxious and mistrustful, having an appalling dread in her that makes her overly cautious around people to an extreme. Update: Tatiana has done well in therapy and has been able to deal with many of the issues that were plaguing her when she entered Camp Mexico Beach. That being said, it does not mean she is the bubbly girl she once was. She has hardened a lot and that cannot be undone. The world took its tole and somethings cannot be healed, only managed. She is still suspicious about new people but she isn't obsessively anxious anymore or cautious to an extreme. In fact she is more willing to take chances these days. ⚘ A Brief History ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Pre-Outbreak Growing Up: Tatiana was born to Name and Name in Kirov, Kirov Oblast, USSR. This was during the tail end of U.S.S.R. and she was forced from Kirov to many other places in Eastern Europe throughout childhood as a refugee. Jumping from camp to camp to avoid the wars that always occurred when a large empire crumbles to dust. This continued for years and put her through what she believe would end up being the hardest years of her life, including watching her parents be executed in the street in front of her as she hid under a dead body. Once the fall of the Soviet Union settled down she was able to return back to the city of her birth. There she stayed, living in peace, studying ballet and going to school until her sixteenth year. An American Ballet Company offered her a chance to move to the U.S.A. to study. She jumped at the chance and was eager to start a new life in a new world. It would be a chance to become something other than just another local girl who dreamed of becoming a Prima. Adulting: Transferring to the U.S. was difficult, since she did not speak the language but with the help of tutors she was able to grasp the language and ended up getting her GED while working with the ABC to further her dance interests. Ballet came first, everything else was second. This was how things had to be if she ever wished to become something great. Though it seemed not to matter how good of a dancer she was or how much talent lay within her, due to her build she was always placed at the back of the pack. In 2005 she opted to try taking a new direction with her dance and decided to move to Las Vegas Nevada. A city of Sin perhaps but also a place where those whose dreams would not come true elsewhere could come true there. That is if the luck of the draw was in your favor. For Tatiana it was. She found work with a production company as a back up stage dancer and quickly worked her way up to be the headlining performer. For the year before the outbreak she was happier than she ever had been, dancing on stage six nights a week as the star of a show that was designed just for her. She thought the worst in life was finally behind her, she was so terribly wrong. Post-Outbreak Your First Walker Encounter: Rumors had been going around about how other areas of the country were falling to a flue type outbreak but in the middle of the Nevada desert things seemed okay. That was until it wasn't. The fever began to take people and soon the city of sin was turned into a war zone; one that reminded Tatiana of the cities back in Russia when things collapsed. Resources were low and it was hundreds of miles to get to the next city; people rioted but the shows had to go on and did until the very end. During what turned out to be Tatiana's last performance a man took ill during the first act, he was dead by the end of it and everything was put on pause while they awaited EMT's to remove the body. Tatiana was standing on stage watching as the scene unfolded and was horrified when she saw what she thought was a dead man grab one of the EMT's and start to rip the mans flesh off his bones with his teeth. She ran off backstage and grabbed her things before heading out the back door and into the streets; her survival instincts kicked in; at least flight had at that point. Those First Years: For the first few weeks after the outbreak began Tatiana spent locked up either at the performance hall she used to perform at or locked away in her apartment. Her life growing up as a refuge and in a crumbling economic setting had created a bit of a hoarder within her. Ever since she had become comfortable in Vegas she had kept supplies. Food, bottle water, medicine. Anything she came across that she wished she had had more of during those refuge years made its way into her apartment. She ended up deciding one day to try to see what was going on outside and began to search the streets; trying to find information if things would get any better since the net and tv no longer worked. Maybe she would find someone she knew. It would be something; anything was better than the solitude at that point. Solitude was the worst part of being a refuge after the starvation and pain. Sometimes it could actually be worse. Tatiana was rounded up and taken to a camp, a supposed safe zone. She knew better than that. The place was like every other refuge or interment camp she had ever been in. It was no better. This many people who were hungry and scared crowded together in a small space never did well, add to that that there was an illness of some sorts causing things to go wrong made it so much worse. Disease spread in small confines. The only solace she found was when Davina found her. The two made a plan to get out and get away. Since then they have been together; jumping from group to group when needed but mostly trying to stick it out on their own. The less people in a group that better. Two seems to be their perfect number. Both know enough to balance out the other and keep the pair going. Whether it is when Davina has to con a group to let them in for a short time or they are stranded in the middle of no where and Tatiana has to use skills she wished she would never have to again to keep them going. Either way the pair have survived this long and made it almost to the east coast after all this time. Since Entering RP Carrollton: In Carrollton she lost track of Davi, who had been with her since the beginning of the outbreak and through the entire trek to the east coast. Where she went Tatiana does not know. Tatiana ducked down in a closet in the DMV in Carrollton, when she came out Davi was gone and a man was there: Jack. The two stuck it out together for the next few weeks, moving through Carrollton to collect supplies and get to know each other. Newnan: Arriving in Newnan was interesting. Tatiana was scared but had Jack. She got to know the people there, taught some dance classes but mostly studied psychology and learned how to counsel people. She became the main therapist for Newnan. Tatiana married Jack in Newnan and had a lovely wedding. The day Newnan fell Tatiana chased an orange cat into the distillery. The two ducked into a stand alone freezer when the place caught on fire and went up in smoke. Tatiana awoke later that day to find Newnan burning. She escaped with another and that damn cat following her. The Road: Tatiana kept trekking, leaving markings behind so that Jack could find her if he was still alive. She gave birth to Jamie in the woods, days later - alone - she left and kept moving on. On the road, she was captured by a group who took Jamie hostage. Tatiana did what was needed to ensure the life of her child. Tatiana kept traveling with the group despite the burns and branding and other methods of torture she survived. Jamie kept getting older, Tatiana kept an eye out and leaving a trail when she could. Reunited: It was raining and dark when Tatiana jumped out of a moving car after seeing the Hordebuster in the road. A fight ensued but in the end she was reunited with Ash, Jack, Riley, and Amelia. Finishing off the group that took her hostage, Tatiana kept moving with Jack and Jamie south, following Ash's orders. They ended up in Florida after a time and met a group from a local safe zone: the first Tatiana had seen since Newnan. Camp Mexico Beach: Tatiana went into Quarantine. She ate, punched Ash, taught Ballet, did her chores, kept otherwise to herself. The interview was long and in Russian. Tatiana then moved into an apartment with Jack that had a room for Jamie and a local to help get them settled. Over the six months after the quarantine Tatiana attended many therapy sessions to work through her issues. As she did it caused a rift between her and Jack. They are still together but Tatiana doesn't look at him the same way she used to, currently they are mostly just together because they are comfortable enough around each other and want to be a support system for Jamie. Tatiana is considering full separation. ⚘ Relations ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Major Ash Holloway "Oh da, there is something you need knov." - Said right before Tatiana decked Ash Tatiana met Ash in Newnan back when he was the leader. She worked with Ash very little but she talked to him a lot, following him around and poking him with a stick to talk. He married both her and Jack in Newnan before it fell and once the group met back up together he was named Jamie's Godfather. After they reached Camp Mexico Beach, Ash found Thana and he stepped down from being Jamie's God father, that was after she punched him. It was for the best. The man is the closest thing she has to a brother and she is closer to Ash than most anyone, probably even her husband at this point. Minor Wayne Maldonado "Holy fuck Batman!" - Said right after Tatiana decked Ash Tatiana met Wayne in Quarantine. He was different but got her and Jamie juice, seemed to look out for her and the baby, and stood up for her when others turned against her. Wayne started taking on the role that Ash was stepping down on and Tatiana ended up letting Wayne watch Jamie from time to time in Quarantine. He seems calmer with the baby around than when left to his own devices. Tatiana started teaching Wayne ballet, he sucks but she still works with him. Wayne has become one of Tatiana's most trusted confidant as he is usually the one watching over Jamie these days. Thalia Carmichael "Da, I vill teach you" - About teaching Thalia ballet Over the first six months, Thalia and Tatiana were around each other a lot due to training and Thalia wanting to learn ballet. The two have become good friends even if they really don't say a lot to each other. They push each other during training and when they aren't they are much like the silent female version of Hank and Wayne - a lot of nods and grunts while looking at other people. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Female ↕ 30 ↕ Russian-American ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 5'4" ↕ 120lbs ↕ Curvy ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Hazel ↕ Auburn ↕ Porcelain ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Psychology [+] Positive Traits: Calculating Unwavering Protective Negative Traits: Guarded Moody Paranoid Fear: Wolves ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Abilities [+] Strength: 16 Dexterity: 31 Fitness: 24 Intellect: 29 Will Power: 19 Perception: 32 Attractiveness: 21 Luck: 12 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Languages [+] Russian (Native): 30 English: 29 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Skills [+] Knife: 30 Pistol: 61 Hand To Hand: 70 Foraging: 33 Navigation: 32 Survival: 77 Dancing (Ballet): 73 Deduction (Person): 58 First Aid: 30 Lying: 70 Persuasion: 69 Profession (Therapist): 47 Psychology: 73 Scavenging: 32 Stamina (Physical): 69 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Profession [+] Ballerina: Las Vegas, Nevada (Pre) Ballerina: Las Vegas, Nevada (Outbreak) Therapist: Newnan, Georgia (Post) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Family [+] Anatoly Korvo- Father (Deceased) Sashenka Korvo- Mother (Deceased) Jack Newnan - Husband (Alive) Jamie Newnan - Son (Alive) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Character Trivia [+] Sexuality: Omnisexual Likes: Nightingales Coffee Symphonic Metal Traveling B-Rated Movies Romance Novels Tattoos Smoking Sleeping Dislikes: Drunks Vodka Liars Oil Hot Metal Restraints Smell of Cigars Scars: Back Piercings: Ears Tattoos: Remains of Inkblot Scene Blood Type: B Positive Religion: Agnostic Birthday: October 31st Face Claim: Sarah Hay Nickname: Tati, Solovey, Lil' Mama Items Of Note: Wedding Ring Tube of red lipstick ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Year 5: Part 3

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Date: July 22nd, 2012

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Map in Original OOC post - NPC's In CS Tab

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach

Temperature: 70F
Humidity: High (Around 72%) - No Rain
Wind Speed: 18 MPH
Cloud Coverage: Clear

Note: Dancing, singing, booze, sparklers, food - times are good, things are going smooth, people are enjoying the time out. Some people are leaving while new ones are coming in. Looks like a shift change for security.

Drinks are as follows:

• Heavy: Moonshine (Clear)
• Moderate: Whiskey (Brown)
• Light: Beer (Pale Ales)
• Sweet Tea (Brown)
• Water (Clear)

Seriously, if you want to get drinks mixed up, go for it LOL

Roy and Atlas made their way down from the street towards the water, each of them with large flashlights. Passing people Roy would give a nod, Atlas mostly avoided looking at people. As they reached the waters edge, the split off. Atlas heading down towards the west end of the beach, Roy heading towards the pier itself. Seemed they were checking the waves and the water for something.

The members of the band that hadn't been playing were starting to make their way back to the stage as Thana sang. Adelaide poured a shot of whiskey for Hunter and slipped it over. "Don't go to fast, your body probably can't handle it like it used to and you are like skin and bones," she warned. She had seen it countless times with new comers to the town. Empty stomachs, no body fat, whatever tolerance they had had years ago was gone, their bodies were like virgins once again and the morning following the first drink after so long usually all ended the same: Hangover hell from 1 shot. She warned but she still laughed the next day when people over drank. Adelaide had little sympathy.

Gunny and the General were joined for about all of two minutes by Maddog. The three seemed to all be enjoying hearing Thana sing. Maddoc and the General seeming to have a more in-depth conversation and a finger or two being motioned in Ash's direction before Maddoc started to make his way back to the stage as Bass passed him.

Adelaide rolled her eyes. "Confusing my ass, he's just a pig who would rather have a buttered roll in his hand than a boob, which is fine by me. I don't feel like getting felt up by greasy fingers there," she snarked before taking another drink of her beer.

Riley was enjoying the time with Amelia down at the beach. Giving a slight nod to Roy as he passed them and then looking down at Amelia. "Sounds great. And look, seems they check the water regularly," she said pointing to Roy and then spotting Atlas down the way a bit. "We'll ask tomorrow, for now," she said with a giggle as she took Amelias hand and sat down on the beach just above the waters edge. "I say we sit here and have fun," she said pulling at Amelia's hand to pull her down to sit next to them.

Tesla came waltzing over to Riley and Amelia and held out two lit sparklers towards them. "Hey, here, have some fun. Drop them off in the bucket when they are spent," he said pointing down to where the kids were.

"Thanks," Riley said, taking both for her and Amelia and holding out one to her girlfriend. "I like the idea of seashells. Wonder if we can find any of those sand dollars," she mused as Tesla nodded and headed back down the beach to meet back up with the kids and Shears who was spinning around like a fool swirling a sparkler in the air.

When Thalia came over, Cook smiled. "Oh I have been waiting on ya. Sparrow said I was to give you something," she said as she started looking through one of the carts. Pulling out an envelope she handed it over and then a plate of food to go with it. "There ya go," she said with a smile before looking over at the next person, who was Alexander. "Sure thing, enjoy it. Sea foods pretty much a staple around here," she said with a shrug as she fixed a plate for the next person. "We weren't always but we got good people who want to live, the human spirit is the strongest thing our world has," she said to Nigel as she handed over a plate.

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Thana Martin

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L11 (Stage)
Skills: N/A

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As the song came to an end, Thana smiled a little. It was nice to be back on stage. She had never made singing anything more than a passing thing she enjoyed doing from time to time. Gavin had really enjoyed singing and the man was damn good when he was alive. Gavin could have been a hell of a country singing star if he had wanted to pursue it. Thing was he had enjoyed being a Texas Ranger and kept singing on the side. Thana remembered him joking about becoming the next Gene Autry and bringing back the singing cowboy. Yet he wasn't there now, he was gone. Dead, buried. She wasn't. She was alive and her man seemed to enjoy her little song. She was glad of it.

Sliding off the stool she was about to climb down when Maddog and Bass hooked her under each armpit and lifted her up as they passed her. Taking her right back to the mic. Thana's brow rose, Maddocs hand went over the mic, and the three of them seemed to get into a hushed but heated conversation. After about a minute it looked like whatever was going on, Thana finally agreed to. Bass smiled, Maddog seemed to chuckle a bit evily, Thana just rolled her eyes and looked down at Ash. "One more," she mouthed quietly as the rest of the band made their way back up onto the stage. The rest of the group was talking, getting set up as Thana waited. Panama pulling the stool Thana had been sitting on out of the way.

After a few minutes Thana leaned against the mic some and huffed her hair out of her face, showing her scars a bit more clearly but it was obvious she didn't care if they were seen or not. "A'right, one more and since Holloway there threatened to sing this one if he got drunk enough gonna save your ears from what I can only imagine would be the Virginian version of a cats death wails," she said in a sarcastic voice. She smirked towards Ash and gave him a little wink. She was joking, she had no idea how he sounded when he sang.

Looking back at the band, Thana gave a little nod before speaking into the microphone again. "Mugsy, this ones fer ya," said with a smile. Wetting her lips, Maddoc started in with a very familiar riff before the rest of the band joined in doing their southern rock cover of a rather well known classic. "I see a red door and I want it painted black," Thana began to sing: it was time for the Stones.

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Nikola Warren

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L11 (Kettles)
Skills: N/A

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Nikki stood there munching on her corn as she listened to Thana sing. It was sweet, it was cute, it wasn't her style but she had to give the woman props. The fact she could speak was big enough, singing was another matter. Looking around, Nikki took note of the changing of the guard and checked her watch. She wasn't due for a watch tonight but she did like watching people. Which was exactly what she was doing right then. Her eyes scanning as Bass went back to the stage, spotting Maddoc leaving Gunny and the General to follow. Roy and Atlas walking passed her and heading towards the shoreline with flashlights, the couple down there already, the kids down the beach a bit.

The biggest thing that got her attention was the numerous people that mulled about, got food, walked right passed her and didn't nod or glance towards her. She always found it interesting that one could easily hide in plain sight. It was amazing what you could get away with just because people were in their own minds instead of what was going on around them. A few walls up around and more walls came down than people wanted to admit. Spinning the corn over she kept looking around. People coming and getting food, Hunter at the bar getting another drink, her plate empyting as she finished her corn.

Dropping the cob on it she sucked on her fingers one at a time to get the salt and butter and remaining juices from them before dropping the shells and the cob in the compost bin and the plate in the bucket on one of the carts. Rubbing her hands down her jeans she started to walk towards the dance floor as the song changed over. "Sweet," she muttered to herself. This wasn't exactly her type of music either but it was better than the first one was in her book. Okay, she wasn't exactly a Stones fan but she didn't dislike them either. She liked most any music, it was a rare thing to get these days.

✾ Lady Absinthia's Catacomb Of Characters

Wayne Roberts Maldonado "My life is an ever swirling toilet that just won't flush" - Shit doesn't stop ⚘ Looking Inside ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Wayne is intelligent, driven, a force to be reckoned with. He sees the details where others might miss them and is ever the little helper. He is kind and loving, there for the common man as a protector. He is the hero we deserve. Okay, he was. A life time ago. Maybe two or three life times ago. He was once a great detective with the NYPD, but the harsh nature of the job got to him and he gradually slid into addiction and cynicism. Part of that good man who was a detective is still there, deep down. Deep DEEP down, somewhere in the cockles, maybe the sub-cockles, maybe even the colon. Today, Wayne is broken, down-and-out survivor who if he can finds it will live off a steady intake of drugs, booze, and sleaze. A sarcastic man with really no regard for his own life. The man goes through severe moments of trying to off himself only to have it back fire in his face. He says he is "Blessed with Suck." He believes he has pretty much seen it all, the worst that humanity has to offer and is genuinely surprised when he sees kindness. Every the cynic, he is skeptical of all around him. Happy doesn't think that at all. (Yeah you heard me. Happy!) Oh, did I forget to mention that the man hallucinates a little blue unicorn with white wings, a pink horn, and buck teeth? Yeah, there is that. What type of mental disorder the man has now is anyones guess. On the outside when you strip away the addiction, the self-loathing, the suicidal tendencies, the cynicism, and the sarcasm the man is actually very well adjusted. Except for Happy, Happy is something else. ⚘ A Brief History ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Pre-Outbreak Growing Up: Wayne grew up in Brooklyn, New York. Life was good. He came from a good old Italian family. Third generation in the US. Mother adored him, father was proud of him and his brothers kicked his ass. Life was good. How could it not be? Fight, eat, school, fight, eat, school. Ahh, just like the Irish but with good food and a cooler accent. Church was every week, he was even an alter boy - no he wasn't abused by priest. Father Giovanni was actually a good guy and was known to take a cane to other priests in front of the parish. (He didn't know why then, he does now.) Adulting: Eventually he had to grow up and being from an Italian family meant you grew up to be one of three things: A cook, a cop, or a crook. Well his grand father was a cop, his father was a cop, both his brothers were cops, and his mother was a cops wife and mother: so he grew up to be a cop. It was just meant to be. After high school he married Sophia Maggidino. They had a daughter. He graduated from the academy and joined the force. Getting his degree at night school and eventually becoming a sergeant and a detective. Life was good. That was until he saw one to many cases of shit hitting the fan. Time just wore on him and eventually Wayne snapped, beating a suspect nearly to death and biting his finger off. He went on leave. He got help. He came back - no sober. Shit kept happening and he kept getting worse. Eventually he was sent up state to get some rest. His wife divorced him and took his daughter to Florida to live with her relatives. He never saw them again but hey, he made more friends - these were all real. Post-Outbreak Your First Walker Encounter: "Those fuckers. You would think with talk of the world going to shit that they would keep a better eye on the slightly mentally ill. You know, we short short fuses naturally but put us all together in close confines with the meds running out and shit is going to hit the fan. It did and wouldn't you fucking know it. One of those asshat slimball orderlies decides to get his putrid stinking ass off that lovely daisy patterned tile floor after I crushed his chest cavity in and tried to take a bite out of me. Can you believe that shit? Well, if I remember one thing from the academy, you put one round in the leg or shoulder to immobilize but not kill. I knew to NOT to do that. All else fails, take that bastards head clean off. I think Babe would have been proud. I knocked that fucker right out of the park. Happy puked, it was great." Psych Hospital: Being in an insane asylum when any out break occurs is usually a good thing, you are cut off from the world so less likely affected. Not this out break though. Close confines with the dead makes more dead, people freak out, people do bad shit, people die and are killed. Then there are the insane. First thing was first, breaking out once shit started to get bad. Sure, it was about 8 months into the out break before he left the asylum but finally got to a point where one had to leave. Not because of people, but because of lack of resources. Plus he didn't want deal with the masses during year one. Amish Country: By year two he had made his way to western Pennsylvania. He had to get the fuck away from major cities. What better place to go than to see how the Amish were fairing. I mean come on, a whole community of people who used no technology, had guns, and could self sustain. It seemed like a good idea. It was, except for the fact the Amish didn't like outsiders BEFORE the out break. Since it had happened, even less. Okay, he got some meals, did some work, but in the end Moses Yoder made him and a friend exit by gun point. Apparently Wayne and Happy had had one to many color arguments in front of little Eli. Blue Grass: Come year 3 he had gone through West Virginia and landed in Kentucky. Blue Grass state my ass, more like who the fuck would ever want to be here state. Trees, lots of trees. Bugs, lots of bugs. Snakes, lots of fucking snakes. Booze, no booze to be found. Shit. And since no one had really ever lived in the state BEFORE the outbreak there was not a lot to raid AFTER it started. Kentucky was a bust. A complete and utter waste of a time but no going back and fuck Ohio. They were not repeating Amish Town. Screw those butter churning fuckwads. Dixie Here I Come: Wayne was too old for this shit. He wanted to retire. Florida became the destination. He was NOT going through Atlanta. Screw that, so head south east towards the coast. South Carolina was year four. Decent places to raid, not a huge amount of people as long as you avoided the like three larger cities there. It wasn't a bad state but older men, once they make their minds up, it was done. And he had told Happy if they could get there, Disney World was a possibility. He lied but did Happy know that? Um, probably. Since Entering RP Georgia: It's year five now and Wayne has managed to get to Georgia. He isn't on the coast. Got pushed more west than he would like but hey, he is closer to Florida than he ever has been. Hopefully they will get there eventually but for now, smaller towns for raids, not too many people to deal with and that hoard is way behind him now - last seen on Jeykll Island where ran across some dead fuckers in Navy Uniforms clamoring around a submarine. After that was the fucking swamp. And finding some more folk. One a girl: hot damn. Two a Roman: fucking hell. Still, have to keep moving forward and he did. Finding drugs where he could, drinking where he could, spanking in the woods when he could. One foot in front of the other trying to get to Florida because that is where old fuckers like him retire. Camp Mexico Beach: Okay, this shit show wasn't a shit show. Sure, first things first - was getting found but after that, fuck yeah. Food, recliners, food, baths, food, ballerina's, food, air conditioning, food, beds, and did I mention food. Yes, quarantine wasn't a party but it wasn't bad. Fuck anyone that thought so, it was a god damn Eden! Para-fucking-dice! And then a beach party? Yeah, sure he had to go through therapy but fuck, for food, lay me down and talk about my childhood. SHUT THE FUCK UP HAPPY!!! While he still sees Happy, he has learned to live with it and deal with the little fucker without meds. He spent many hours with Freedman over the first six months out of quarantine but Freedman does not take credit for Waynes turn around, he places that on Tatiana and Jamie. Having a family of sorts has seemed to help stabilize the man. He is still skitzo and will always be but Wayne is learning to deal well with it. Wayne self imposes isolation in lock up when he feels his mental state is getting out of control. While Freedman no longer believes he can help Wayne, Wayne still seeks him out to talk. Admin keeps Wayne assigned with Tatiana to help keep him as level as possible. ⚘ Relations ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Major Hank Wright "Like P.B. & Motherfucking J" - So many times Hank and Wayne have been together since day one of the out break and Wayne refers to Hank as his hetero life mate. Fuck Jay and Silent Bob. Wayne traveled with Hank from New York to Pennsylvania: Dealing with the Amish together was entertaining enough for a time but well, we wont' go into why they had to leave. Virginia to Kentucky: No wonder people fucking drank before the outbreak in these states. They continued together through Georgia: The coast was interesting, seeing people fleeing a submarine. The Swamp they found more people. They reached Florida together: about fucking time! Hank is like a baby sitter at times to Wayne, Wayne gives Hank someone to talk to other than dead people, which is good. Minor Tatiana Newnan "HA!" - When she punched Ash Wayne met Tatiana when he got put in quarantine. He brought her and her kid food, she started teaching him ballet. It was an odd combination but Wayne seemed to latch on to the little red head with a nasty right hook. Babysitting Jamie from time to time in Quarantine. The two have grown a lot closer over the months between their therapy and working together. Wayne is now Jamies godfather and spends much of his off time taking care of the little one for Tatiana, who he seems to have adopted as a daughter. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Male ↕ 52 ↕ Italian-American ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 6'0" ↕ 198lbs ↕ Athletic Dad-Bod ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Steel Blue ↕ Salt & Pepper ↕ Sallow ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Psychology [+] Positive Traits: Observant Efficient Heroic Negative Traits: Self-Loathing Misanthropic Ruthless Fear: Easter Bunny ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Abilities [+] Strength: 24 Dexterity: 32 Fitness: 37 Intellect: 27 Will Power: 17 Perception: 29 Attractiveness: 16 Luck: 10 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Languages [+] English (Native): 30 Italian: 27 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Skills [+] Club: 70 Knife: 30 Pistol: 42 Rifle: 32 Sword: 30 Streetfighting: 70 Foraging: 30 Hunting: 30 Dancing (Ballet): 30 Deduction (Investigative): 40 Deduction (Person): 50 Profession (Detective): 40 Stamina (Physical): 67 Other (Nooses): 32 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Profession [+] Detective: New York (Pre) Patient: Hudson River Psychiatric Center (Outbreak) Traveling Retiree: East Coast (Post) Training: CMB (Post) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Family [+] Aldo Maldonado - Father (Unknown) Dorthy Gillespie - Mother (Unknown) Max Maldonado - Brother (Unknown) Santiago Maldonado - Brother (Unknown Sophia Maggidino - Ex-Wife (Unknown) Alexa Maldonado - Daughter (Unknown) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Character Trivia [+] Sexuality: Heterosexual Likes: Coffee Booze Drugs Sex Singing Dancing Mocking Cussing Dislikes: Abstinence Happy People Forgetting Anything Prudes Scars: Numerous Stab Wounds Chest Back Arms Legs Piercings: N/A Tattoos: Left Arm Crucified Jesus Blood Type: A Positive Religion: Catholic Birthday: April 2nd Face Claim: Christopher Meloni Nickname: Sargent, Detective Items Of Note: Cross Necklace Christmas Scarf ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Year 5: Part 3

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Date: July 22nd, 2012

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach

Temperature: 72F
Humidity: High (Around 74%) - No Rain
Wind Speed: 16 MPH
Cloud Coverage: Clear

Note: The night is going on, people are milling about, food is being handed out at the kettles. Day will close in a few rounds.

Drinks are as follows:

• Heavy: Moonshine (Clear)
• Moderate: Whiskey (Brown)
• Light: Beer (Pale Ales)
• Sweet Tea (Brown)
• Water (Clear)

Seriously, if you want to get drinks mixed up, go for it LOL

Bass gave Thana a nod. "Sure thang Miss T," he said before turning and heading off, not back to the stage, but looking like he was heading towards the kettles. It was made more than clear that if the Commander needed a hand that the man that she had been dancing with the last half an hour or more would tend to her. He wasn't about to get in the middle of that.

Adelaide looked at Lisa like she had lost her damn mind. Her hand coming over to cover her own lips as she looked like she was gagging. "I think I just threw up in my mouth a little," she gasped before grabbing her beer and taking several long gulps. The thought of Dusty and her was obviously enough to make her skin crawl. Watching as Bass walked passed the bar and over towards Nikki her eyes went back to Lisa and she chuckled. Sighing she looked at Hunter. "Need another?"

Riley smiled and nodded towards Lisa before heading with Amelia down to the beach. "Good idea," she said as she slipped her shoes and socks off. Tucking the socks into her shoes before letting the water rush over her toes. "Oh this is nice," she said as she slipped a hand around Amelia's waist. "It's no Newnan but hey, this could be a good home. Wonder if we can swim? Not now but like tomorrow?" she said as she looked over to Amelia.

Adelaide looked at Nigel and smirked. "In vino veritas," she said as the smirk held on her lips. Leaning over the bar some the smirk grew. "I am Italian, so yes, I know what I celebrate," she added before chuckling.

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Thana Martin

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L11 (Dance Floor)
Skills: N/A

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Thana laughed. She had no idea why she liked the sound of Ash saying her name like that. Maybe it was because it was a novelty. Something different. Very different. Sure Gavin had a hell of an accent but his was a Texan accent. Virginian was very different from that. Maybe it was because it was said in a way that perhaps there was no other living soul on the planet could say without pretending anymore. Last of a dying dialect. Or maybe it was just because it was Ash saying it and if his accent was coming out it meant he was relaxing some, relaxing a lot. Like he wasn't the Captain or leader of Newnan right then; he was just Ash, her man. On thinking about it, Thana was pretty sure it was that made it sound so sweet to her ears. (That and it was something she could poke fun at him about later.)

Taking Ash's hand, Thana let him help her over to the stage. Panama held a hand out and helped with the transition from dance floor to stage so she had leverage in front of her in case she lost her balance. "Thanks Eric," she said before looking down at Ash as she turned around. "Stick close," she added with a smile before Panama helped Thana over to bar stool that was set up behind one of the microphones on stage. The band was only a few left on stage for this song. Spots was over on the keyboard and Atticus had his fiddle but other than those two and Panama the others were taking five as it were.

Clearing her throat Thana rested a hand over the mic. "Well, um, yeah. It's been a while since I did this, so sorry for being rusty. Just gonna do a small duet, so if you wanna grab a partner might as well. It's a slow one," she said into the mic. There was a little motion of her hand to Spots and she began playing. Letting out a slow breath, Thana began to sing. "I set out on a narrow way many years ago hoping I would find true love along the broken road, but I got lost a time or two. Wiped my brow and kept pushing through, I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you."

It was about then Panama joined in singing with her as Atticus pulled his bow across his fiddle. The four of them did a slow cover of Bless The Broken Road: Spots and Atticus providing the backdrop for Panama and Sparrow's voices. It wasn't anything grand but it had soul. Every so often Thana's eyes would go to Ash. The song seemed so fitting considering everything so many of them had been through.

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Nikola Warren

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L11 (Kettles)
Skills: N/A

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Nikki pulled her knees up and balanced her plate between her thighs and her lap. Picking at the crab and shrimp on her plate. Picking up a small cut piece of corn and nibbling on the nibblets on the cob one at a time. Taking far too much time to eat a row of corn but not giving a damn how long it took. Each little bit she bit off she bounced and bobbed. Nikki just enjoyed the food she was eating and watching the fire lap up under the kettle. It was a nice little sight. Sure it was probably still a little too hot out to enjoy the fire for its warmth but it was nice enough to enjoy for the colors. That and it made a great place to take an empty bit of shell and toss it into the fire.

Popping one of the legs off the crab she bent it,twisted and snapped the shell into two. Pulling it apart she revealed the white meat in it and popped one half into her mouth, sucking on the shell to get the meat out. Her lips puckered around the shell when she heard a clearing of the throat. Turning she looked up with bright eyes to see Bass standing there. "Evenin' Nikola," he said as he slipped his hat off his head.

Pulling the empty shell out of her mouth she swallowed. "Yo Ray, you gotten in on this?" she asked as she picked up a shrimp from her plate and offered it up to him.

"Not yet but thanks," he said as he reached down and took the shrimp. Pulling the shell off he popped it into his mouth.

"What ya doing over here? Aren't ya supposed to be with the band?" she asked as she picked up a small potato and chewed on it.

"Miss T is about to sing, her song don't need me. Was wondering if ya do me the honor of a dance?" he asked, hat in hand. Nikki grinned and shook her head. "Um.. alright," he said before he started to turn away.

"Hey, I meant not now you goof," Nikki said as she reached out and grabbed his hand. She gave it a silly shake before letting go and going back to eating. "I just wanna finish my plate," she added as she looked up from where she sat on the ground. Sticking her tongue out at him before popping another shrimp into her mouth. Hearing Thana's voice come over the mic Nikki stood up and dusted her butt free of sand. Plate in one hand, corn cob in the other she watched the scarred up woman singing with Panama.

"Catch ya next break?" Bass asked and Nikki nodded. Setting his hat back on his head, Bass started to head back towards the stage area.

✾ Lady Absinthia's Catacomb Of Characters

Genève Nannerl Perry "Being drafted is one thing, volunteering is unforgivable." - Thoughts on serving. ⚘ Looking Inside ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ A person who is tried and true, Genève is exceptionally devoted; giving and showing firm and constant support and allegiance to those convictions or persons she is latched on. Steadfast in direction, she is resolute. Dutifully firm and unwavering to her committed tasks: dependable and reliable. Showing determination and fearlessness she is spirited and unflinching at what is put before her: situation or person. Bold in her actions and feisty, she is lively and spirited. She has strong feelings and strong beliefs to which she holds onto fervently in a zealous manner. She is ardent with an inner glow. More than once showing a desire to resist authority, Genève is defiant. An internal conflict rising, she is not calm. Obstinate, she stubbornly refuses to change her opinion or desired course of action despite others attempts to persuade her otherwise. Headstrong and willful she is governed by her own ideals. There is an unwillingness to share things or persons in her life. She can be mercenary and grasping to keep them her own. She is given to expressing her opposing views and quarreling. Being debatable and controversial in her views, she expresses them in a heated, fierce, and even vehement manner. One that is impassioned and intense: filled with and showing great depths of emotion. ⚘ A Brief History ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Before Entering RP Childhood: Genève was born on August 11th, at 8:03 P.M., approximately five minutes after her fraternal twin brother Gabriel. Born to Harold, a teacher, and Adrienne, a nurse, Perry. She was raised in the post World War II residential development of Stuyvesant Town, in the east side New York City borough of Manhattan. One of three children, Genève was the only daughter and the middle child. Growing up she was very close to Gabriel. Close to younger brother but not as close, due to a difference in age. She attended public school until she graduated high school. Making high marks in the sciences, particularly biology, she received a scholarship to attend the Roosevelt Hospital School of Nursing. As it covered her education costs and she could remain at home, she accepted the scholarship and her career path was decided. Adulting: After graduating high school, Genève attended college and did well enough. Completing her nursing degree in the usual four years. During her time in college Genève got into politics, protesting the war, and speaking out against the talk of a draft that had been swirling for years. It was a few months after her graduation from Nursing School that she got word that her brother Gabriel had been killed in Vietnam. After that her protesting and involvement in the anti-war movement increased ten fold. Arrested several times, she was eventually sentenced to serve community service, 360 hours. All of which were too be served in the Bronx Veterans Hospital. All Gave Some : ⚘ Relations ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Major Christian Bennett "Better your community service than me going to prison." - To Genève on her sentencing Genève met Christian back in college. He was handing out flyers to protest the war on her college campus. At first she did not take a flyer and went about to her classes. Over time she eventually was talked into taking one. From there she started talking to Christian, attending meetings and rally's against the war, and so forth. When her brother died, Genève went to Christian for comfort. The two started dating and getting far more involved with protests. Things between them since her sentencing have been tense at best. Minor Judge Marcus Lanford "Time for you to give back to all those you slander" - Judge to Genève at sentencing While Genève only met the man once, she will never forget him. Being brought in front of the judge for a laundry list of charges all having to do with a recent protest turned violent there was no doubt to Genève's guilt at being there but there was much debate about how involved she was. The judge decided in lieu of jail time or letting the woman off with a slap on the wrist he gave her community service, with the added insult to her that she had to serve it at a veterans hospital, using her nursing skills to help those she was protesting against. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Female ↕ 24 ↕ French-American ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 5' 6" ↕ 130lbs ↕ Slender ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Cerulean ↕ Flaxen ↕ Ivory ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Psychology [+] Positive Traits: Loyal Dauntless Passionate Negative Traits: Rebellious Possessive Argumentative Fear: Snakes ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Abilities [+] Strength: 16 Dexterity: 35 Fitness: 17 Intellect: 28 Will Power: 27 Perception: 33 Attractiveness: 22 Luck: 12 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Languages [+] English (Native): 30 French: 14 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Skills [+] Alertness: 75 Ambidexterity: 35 Bicycles: 35 B & E: 35 City Knowledge (N.Y.): 30 Fear Resistance: 45 First Aide: 40 Medicine: 40 Profession (Nursing): 42 Science (Biology): 40 Science (Anatomy): 40 Stamina (Mental): 40 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Family [+] Harold Perry Father Alive Adrienne Perry Mother Alive Maiden Name: Berger Gabriel Perry Brother Deceased Died at 22 Fraternal Twin Thomas Perry Brother Alive 17 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Character Trivia [+] Sexuality: Heterosexual Likes: Debate Protests Loud Noises Cigarettes Drinking Daisies Dislikes: Calm Quiet Government Pledges Rats Slush Scars: Right Calf Religion: Protestant Birthday: August 11th Nickname: Gene, Gin Items Of Note: Dog Tags (Brothers) Pocket Knife ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Year 5: Part 3

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Date: July 22nd, 2012

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach

Temperature: 72F
Humidity: High (Around 74%) - No Rain
Wind Speed: 16 MPH
Cloud Coverage: Clear

Note: It is officially night now. The moon is up, the sky is clear, stars can be seen. The temperature has dropped as had the humidity some. (Granted the humidity is still high enough to feel that is for sure.) The wind has picked up a little. The weather will hold about at this pattern with a few gusts here and there for the rest of the evening.

Drinks are as follows:

• Heavy: Moonshine (Clear)
• Moderate: Whiskey (Brown)
• Light: Beer (Pale Ales)
• Sweet Tea (Brown)
• Water (Clear)

Seriously, if you want to get drinks mixed up, go for it LOL

Adelaide looked over to Lisa and laughed. "Shit, I have to keep tabs on that one. If I don't who knows what booze will go missing next," she said with an eye roll before taking another sip of her drink.

"That was years ago Adelaide," Dusty said as he waddled by with a large plate of crab and shrimp. "Let the girl be, not every one can have a stirring stick up their butt 24-7," he said waiving a shrimp at her face. Adelaide smirked, snatching it out of his hand and popping it in her mouth. "My scrimp! THIEF!"

"Eat me Dusty," Adelaide said chomping her newly acquired treat.

"Can I?"

"Eww! Get, go!" she said before shoving the beer she knew he wanted towards him. Dusty grinned and waddle off, pulling up his pants that threatened to slip down. Looking back at Lisa, Adelaide smirked. "Don't go encouraging the girl, I already got my hands full," she said before taking another pull from her beer. Looking at Hunter she nodded. "Yeah, if you are still standing," she said looking the guy over, he was really on the thin side. With his weight three beers were most likely to put him on his ass.

Sheers grinned at Alexander and nodded before paying more attention to where he was going. Grabbing a plate of food from Cook as he passed the kettles. As he got over to the kids and Tesla he offered Tesla some and then just stood there watching the kids play while he ate. Tesla and him talking a bit laughing at the kids as they ran around.

There was a bit of a nod from Adelaide towards Nigel. "You're welcome," she said before taking another drink. Adelaide was just lowering her beer when she finally noticed Amelia standing there with Riley and asking for a beer. "Oh sure," she said. Stopping midgrab she looked at Riley. "You want one too?" she asked.

"Yeah, please," Riley answered, staying close to Amelia and noticing that her girl friend looked a little tense. She was pretty sure she knew why. Hunter had a dog and Amelia was scared to death of them. Wrapping an arm around her waist she whispered against Amelia's ear. "And a walk sounds perfect," she said quietly. A walk did sound nice but it would also get Amelia away from Hunter.

"Here ya go, I'm Adelaide," Adelaide said as she slid two beers over for them. She gave half a glance towards Thalia but the one handed girl seemed to be already trying to pick a fight with someone, even if it was only for training. Girl had some spunk, but then again she figured she had to, to survive loosing a limb.

"Riley, and thanks," Riley said taking the beer and waiting for Amelia to be ready to go for their walk.

Looking back at Hunter Adelaide poured him a whiskey in a small glass and slid it over to him. "That single and then let's see how well you are talking in ten minutes," she said eying the guy. Like hell she was going to risk him hurling over everything if she could prevent it. Granted she wasn't on clean up duty but no one liked that duty.

The band seemed to be winding down another song. "Gonna switch things up a bit, give us a few," Atticus said into the mic before bending over and picking up his drink to take a sip. It was brown so it was hard to tell if it was whiskey or tea.

Bass hopped off the stage and wandered through the crowd, walking over and tapping Thana on the shoulder. "Miss Thana? Hey, you's about ready?" he asked as the rest of the band was taking a few minutes to change out a few things and wet their whistles.

Adelaide looked back towards Nigel. "I don't make it, but we've ran across a lot of stores and such. Since it isn't used for fuel or to sterilize anything, it mostly gets kept for Communion."

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Thana Martin

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L11 (Dance Floor)
Skills: N/A

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Hearing Ash sing Paint It Black might well been something she would have paid to see but the way he put it, it was probably better if she didn't. Not that there was really anything she had to trade even if she was willing. Not to mention she already had a large debt with the community she would be spending a far amount of overtime work doing to pay off. As she danced there, in Ash's arms though, looking around here and there and seeing the rest of the new people starting to relax and have a good time, she knew it was worth it. Even if they hadn't made it here, it would have been well worth it: to at least try was the only thing one could do anymore. Try and hope for the best but always be prepared for the worst.

Pushing the more depressing thoughts out of her mind though, Thana had a little idea trickle through her mind and it made her smile. She would wait though, right then, just dance. Thankfully leaning against Ash as they danced was as much pragmatic as it was enjoyable; keeping as much weight as she could off her leg that was still healing. Everything stopped as she heard Ash say her name oddly. Her head snapped up and she leaned back some, bracing her hands against his shoulders as she stood there wide eyed. "Beats the hell outta me," she said quickly. She had never heard her name said that way and it took her by surprise.

Seemed he was back to talking normally again and she liked what he had to say. "I like the sound of that," she said as she leaned back in. Brushing her lips against his before resting her head on his shoulder once again. Letting out a slow breath she went back to just swaying with him. She couldn't remember ever dancing this long before without at least going and grabbing a drink but she didn't care. This was nice and she was going to enjoy it. Pulling herself a tad closer. "Ya know, I think I like the way you said my name," she said softly. It wasn't something to be used every day but the way he said it was rather becoming to her, set it apart from how others said her name or addressed her.

Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she finally realized that the music had stopped. She was still wrapped up in the moment. Swallowing slightly she lifted her head and looked over. "Oh yeah, just a second," she said before looking back to Ash. "Stay close?" she asked as she slipped her arms from around his shoulders, trailing them down until her fingers laced with his. "Could use a hand to get up the steps," she added in case he needed an excuse, but then again she doubted he cared about an excuse to stay close.

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Nikola Warren

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L11 (Bar -> Kettles)
Skills: N/A

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Nikki skipped over to the area where the kettles were. The General and Gunny were walking away with a plate to go have a seat around the edge of the dance floor. The two seemed to be keeping a close eye on Thana. Nikki couldn't blame them, she had been keeping a bit of an eye on the woman herself since she returned. Taking a plate from Mizrahi, Nikki flopped down in the sand and shoved her beer into the ground next to her. Yanking off a leg from one of the crabs on her plate she snapped it in half, twisting it and revealing plump steaming white meat. Shoving it into her mouth she giggled and chewed, bopping up and down as she sat there. Eating and licking her fingers.

Then Nikki stopped and spotted Alexander staring out over the water. Seemed Manny was with him but there was something about the way the man just stood there that reminded her of another person she had watched just standing in that spot, thinking on things. A lot of people did that. She wondered why. Sitting there, Nikki sat watching Alexander but thinking back to a previous time....

The sun began to rise, Thana wrapped her arms around herself. The woman had been running for a while and Nikki found it hard to keep up and not be seen. It was probably a good thing Thana was still recovering, otherwise she might not have been able to keep up. Ducking behind one of the piers pillars she stood there and watched the woman. Nikki liked watching people, always had, and Thana was someone new in town. First new person in a while and the first months had been spent in the hospital. This was the first real chance she had had to spy on her.

Resting her hands on her hips Thana took a deep breath. "How long are you going to follow me and think I don't know you're there?" she asked with the slightest bit of Georgia drawl in her voice. There was the most minor of smirks on her lips as she glanced back over her shoulder.

"You fucking knew?" Nikki asked as she came out. Tucking her hair behind her ear and shrugging as she walked over towards Thana. Thana nodded and looked back out over the water. "What the fuck are you doing?" she asked.

"Remindin' myself why I chose to do the things I do," Thana said in a military voice.

"Riiight, of course. Makes perfect sense," Nikki said with a roll of her eyes and a voice laced with sarcasm. Blowing a bubble with her gum and popping it loud. Thana took a parade rest and turned to look at the girl, giving her the once over. "What? I got something on my face?"

Thana gave a quiet chuckle. "Why are you here?" she asked as a brow rose over her left eye.

"Watching you, duh."

"Why?"

"Something to do." The girl shrugged and blew another bubble. Thana shook her head. "What?"

"There are plenty of things to do, watchin' me means more than just somethin' to do." Looking back over the water for a moment before she looked down at her feet now deeper in the sand. "You're curious. Dead woman walkin'."

Nikki's eyes widened a bit but she nodded. "How'd the fuck you know that? What, you some kind of psychic?" Thana laughed at that one.

"No, I just take in information and come to a logical conclusion. I didn't exactly inherit the family people trait," she said as she stood there and took a few steps forward. The water coming up to her calves now and washing against her skin. "You saw a battered body come in out of the sky, people rushing to save a person you had never seen before. No pulse, no breath. Surely dead and gone, only thing left to do was to put a blade into the base of my skull. Yet, time goes by and I walk out of the hospital and am running down the beach. I would be curious as well, you have a similar mind to mine and a penchant of getting in trouble I hear. Col. Martin was right when he said you were like me."

Nikki laughed and shook her head. "Right, Miss Rod up her ass. Probably never got in trouble for even having an unmade bed growing up," she taunted.

"No, you're right. I never did get in trouble for not making my bed. I made her it was made each and every morning. I did however nearly get thrown in prison for Grand Theft Auto when I was 18," Thana said in a flat tone.

Nikki's gum spat out of her mouth in disbelief as Thana looked over to her and gave her a small smile. "No shit?"

"No shit," Thana said and waved the girl over closer. Nikki and her talked for hours and many times after that.

Chuckling a bit to herself, Nikki still found it hard to believe a lot of what Thana had told her over the weeks before she left. Then again, turning and looking over at the woman with Ash, maybe it wasn't so far fetched. The woman was human after all. Shrugging her eyes landed on Bass who was talking with Thana. She stuck her tongue out at him before going back to her food and beer.