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Location: Rushford, Ohio -- O'Neal Family Tavern
Date: May 15th, 2019
Percy snorted before having to cover his mouth to try to restrain the sudden onset of giggles. It really wasn't that funny, but.. Something about the way she said it; it struck him as absolutely fucking hilarious. Maybe it was just how matter-of-factly she said it? So nonchalantly? Or maybe it was the fact she said it at all? It was morbid, especially considering their situation - they were, in a very broad sense, being hunted by multiple crazy murderers that would then proceed to eat them if they got a hold of them. Maybe that's why it was so funny, cause.. Now they were kinda living that situation. They weren't in a summer camp, but.. They were going to one, which is the opposite of where those summer camp kids would want to go, and.. And now it's stopped being funny. Not because it's in bad taste, or he's come to the realization it's somehow offensive or whatever. It's just that over-explanation of a joke ruins it, and.. Yeah.
Anyway.
Percy sort of smiles a little lopsided smile as he replies, "Well would it have been more fun if there was a crazy axe murderer, like.. Jason, or whatever?"
Anyway.
Percy sort of smiles a little lopsided smile as he replies, "Well would it have been more fun if there was a crazy axe murderer, like.. Jason, or whatever?"
Location: Rushford, Ohio -- O'Neal Family Tavern
Date: May 15th, 2019
When Jennifer gave the word to, he stood up from the barstool to start looking around for... Well, basically anything. That writer guy - Dan? He thinks? - mentioned that the alcohol could be used to treat wounds, so that narrows his focus at least. Honestly, if he were to find some beer he'd probably just steal a big healthy swig of it to calm his nerves - maybe even stop the compulsions to check his phone for a reply from Laura or Ana. Hell, he'd take a reply from that Zach guy, or really anyone that could tell him that yes, his daughter is safe. It didn't matter who, just that it was said and was truthful - because anyone could just say that she was safe, but- Well wait, then that doesn't really work, does it? Because then it would matter who says it. He'd have to have no reason to believe they'd lie. Laura and Zach have no reason to lie about that sort of thing, but anyone else? They could lie, but that's sort of a pessimistic view to have. Why would someone lie about someone else's child's safety? He couldn't think of any reason, let alone a good one.
...What was he looking for again? Dammit.
He quickly checked his phone, hoping to see a reply. Of course, there was nothing. Just his own frantic ramblings, his desperate begging - and, regretfully, his threats driven more by fearful anger than actual malice. God, if the police weren't otherwise occupied these last few days, Laura could definitely go to court and make a case for him being an absolute monster, even if he knew why he was saying the things he said. He was panicking, and though he had every right to panic he shouldn't be such a dick about it.
With that, he takes the few seconds to tap out an apology for the most recent awful things he's said... And then apologizes for the rest of it too. It's.. It's sort of been a vicious cycle, actually. Overwhelming panic, begging for Laura to answer him turning into lashing out via text, and then apologizing for being such a douchebag. It's not like he can scream his frustrations out into the wind, or talk to these people about how terrified he is. If he screamed, the zombies would get him, obviously, and everyone here had a life that likely got turned upside down just like his had. They wouldn't want to hear it, or they'd turn it into a competition of "who has it worse." They all have it bad. They don't need to soak in that. He doesn't need to soak in that.
...But the quiet - aside from the rummaging around, anyway - was starting to get to him. Maybe they need not compare tragedies and all, but... Jenn mentioned going to Whispering Springs as a kid! That could be a good talking point, surely. Right? Yeah.
"Sooo," Percy started, "Uh, what- er, how was- I mean- You said you-" Oh, he loved stuttering like an absolute dipshit. Nerves. It's just nerves. "Fuck, sorry, I just- Frazzled. I'm frazzled. Words are hard. Sorry. Yeah, but- Whispering Springs. Jenn, you said you- you went there? As a kid. Uh.. what was that like? Was it.. Fun? Was it all the fliers cracked it up to be?"
A beat of silence fell before Percy quickly asked, "Actually, uh- is it ok if I call you Jenn? Is that ok, or should I.. Not do that?"
...What was he looking for again? Dammit.
He quickly checked his phone, hoping to see a reply. Of course, there was nothing. Just his own frantic ramblings, his desperate begging - and, regretfully, his threats driven more by fearful anger than actual malice. God, if the police weren't otherwise occupied these last few days, Laura could definitely go to court and make a case for him being an absolute monster, even if he knew why he was saying the things he said. He was panicking, and though he had every right to panic he shouldn't be such a dick about it.
With that, he takes the few seconds to tap out an apology for the most recent awful things he's said... And then apologizes for the rest of it too. It's.. It's sort of been a vicious cycle, actually. Overwhelming panic, begging for Laura to answer him turning into lashing out via text, and then apologizing for being such a douchebag. It's not like he can scream his frustrations out into the wind, or talk to these people about how terrified he is. If he screamed, the zombies would get him, obviously, and everyone here had a life that likely got turned upside down just like his had. They wouldn't want to hear it, or they'd turn it into a competition of "who has it worse." They all have it bad. They don't need to soak in that. He doesn't need to soak in that.
...But the quiet - aside from the rummaging around, anyway - was starting to get to him. Maybe they need not compare tragedies and all, but... Jenn mentioned going to Whispering Springs as a kid! That could be a good talking point, surely. Right? Yeah.
"Sooo," Percy started, "Uh, what- er, how was- I mean- You said you-" Oh, he loved stuttering like an absolute dipshit. Nerves. It's just nerves. "Fuck, sorry, I just- Frazzled. I'm frazzled. Words are hard. Sorry. Yeah, but- Whispering Springs. Jenn, you said you- you went there? As a kid. Uh.. what was that like? Was it.. Fun? Was it all the fliers cracked it up to be?"
A beat of silence fell before Percy quickly asked, "Actually, uh- is it ok if I call you Jenn? Is that ok, or should I.. Not do that?"
Location: Rushford, Ohio -- O'Neal Family Tavern
Date: May 15th, 2019
Percy Moore had sat himself at the bar, phone with a charge of less than 20% in one hand and his head in the other, eyes fixed at the screen. As if that'd make a message come back faster, though. He's been staring at the long, long, long line of texts he'd sent to his ex-wife, easily summarized with three little words: Please call me. But no answer, not since the last time he'd tapped out a very long, strongly-worded paragraph. Maybe her phone was just dead. Maybe she was more focused on protecting Ana and herself than answering frantic texts - which, if he had Ana right now, and Laura was the one panicking and bombarding him.. Yeah, it makes sense. It makes sense that she'd be more focused on surviving right now. It doesn't stop his brain from coming up with horror scenarios, though. Like, what if his texts were what ended up getting them killed? The undead seemed to be attracted to the noise.
“It’s not going to get better.”
Well isn't she just a pocketful of sunshine? Percy grimaced slightly before turning his head to look at her. Yeah, she's done plenty of good by now but jeez, she's not one for optimism. Not that he is either necessarily, but.. Shit, Jennifer, little white lies never hurt anyone.
"Whispering Springs is pretty far down-river," she continues, "But, it’s a better fighting chance than anywhere else right now."
After checking that his phone is on vibrate and not blare-so-loudly-it-attracts-zombies-from-every-which-way levels of volume, he turns off the screen and lets out a huff of breath. Whispering Springs, from everything he knew about it, seemed nice. He could vaguely recall asking his parents if he could go - his mother would always say yes, and his father would always say no. "It's too far," he'd insist, "We wouldn't be able to come get you quick enough if something bad happened." And then his mom and dad would lightly fuss back and forth over it before finally coming to the conclusion to do something fun over the summer. They never really did, though - which, at the time, Percy was furious over it, but now that he has his own small child he's worried about? He gets it.
"We don't have a lot of supplies and this place has almost been picked clean," Jennifer starts up again, breaking Percy's little train of thought, "If you can find a drink, I don't think there's a better time for it. But, maybe we missed something." She then pulled out her handgun - the same kind he has, which he'd been so very observant to point out after the metaphorical dust settled in here. "You have a Glock," he'd blurted out before proceeding to duck behind the counter and kick himself mentally. Like, no duh, she has a Glock. At least he didn't say something way more stupid, like, "Oh, we're twinsies!"
"What do you three think? I don't like the idea of sitting in this bar for too long."
Percy turned his whole body around as he went to reply, but a harsh, I-need-to-be-oiled-type of creak came from the barstool under him. He winced, muttering a "Well fuck me," under his breath. After half-standing up to look through the window and make sure he didn't just summon a swarm of zombies to come at them - as far as he saw, he didn't - he then plowed through to what he was going to say anyway, "We should probably definitely get a move on, yeah. Whispering Springs seems like the smartest thing to do, probably." And as long as Laura and her fiance had any sense in their heads, they'd be going there too.
“It’s not going to get better.”
Well isn't she just a pocketful of sunshine? Percy grimaced slightly before turning his head to look at her. Yeah, she's done plenty of good by now but jeez, she's not one for optimism. Not that he is either necessarily, but.. Shit, Jennifer, little white lies never hurt anyone.
"Whispering Springs is pretty far down-river," she continues, "But, it’s a better fighting chance than anywhere else right now."
After checking that his phone is on vibrate and not blare-so-loudly-it-attracts-zombies-from-every-which-way levels of volume, he turns off the screen and lets out a huff of breath. Whispering Springs, from everything he knew about it, seemed nice. He could vaguely recall asking his parents if he could go - his mother would always say yes, and his father would always say no. "It's too far," he'd insist, "We wouldn't be able to come get you quick enough if something bad happened." And then his mom and dad would lightly fuss back and forth over it before finally coming to the conclusion to do something fun over the summer. They never really did, though - which, at the time, Percy was furious over it, but now that he has his own small child he's worried about? He gets it.
"We don't have a lot of supplies and this place has almost been picked clean," Jennifer starts up again, breaking Percy's little train of thought, "If you can find a drink, I don't think there's a better time for it. But, maybe we missed something." She then pulled out her handgun - the same kind he has, which he'd been so very observant to point out after the metaphorical dust settled in here. "You have a Glock," he'd blurted out before proceeding to duck behind the counter and kick himself mentally. Like, no duh, she has a Glock. At least he didn't say something way more stupid, like, "Oh, we're twinsies!"
"What do you three think? I don't like the idea of sitting in this bar for too long."
Percy turned his whole body around as he went to reply, but a harsh, I-need-to-be-oiled-type of creak came from the barstool under him. He winced, muttering a "Well fuck me," under his breath. After half-standing up to look through the window and make sure he didn't just summon a swarm of zombies to come at them - as far as he saw, he didn't - he then plowed through to what he was going to say anyway, "We should probably definitely get a move on, yeah. Whispering Springs seems like the smartest thing to do, probably." And as long as Laura and her fiance had any sense in their heads, they'd be going there too.
Jenn/Percy otp with Damien as the found son please
I'm cool with whatever everyone else decides.
I'm cool with whatever everyone else decides.
holy shit this is real.
24 hours = roughly two weeks in Inkarnate Time
:P
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(If this is you or someone you know IRL, please let me know immediately and please don't sue me. ;u;)
"How else can today get worse?"
Name
Gender
Age
Birthplace
Former Life
Percy James Moore
Gender
Male
Age
32
Birthplace
Born and raised in Rushford.
Former Life
He was recently laid off from his most recent job as a teacher's assistant.
[ ❇ ] C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N
Appearance Description
Personality
Biography
He's usually wearing glasses, because even though contacts are a lot less dorky looking, the idea of sticking shit in his eyes freaks him out.
Personality
Empathetic
Benevolent
Modest
Funny (he thinks he is, anyway)
Like a Fuckin' Sailor
Dadly
Anxious
Soft
Dense
Benevolent
Modest
Funny (he thinks he is, anyway)
Like a Fuckin' Sailor
Dadly
Anxious
Soft
Dense
Biography
Percy's early life, while important in shaping his character, is unimportant in the grand scheme of things. What can be said, though, is that his parents loved him, he did fairly well in school, and he made and lost friends like any other person would. He graduated high school, and then went to college. He was uncertain about what he wanted to do at first, so he faffed about for about a year before digging in and making the choice to pursue an engineering degree - three more years. It wasn't until after he'd graduated college and moved back into his parents house that the things that start to matter actually start to happen. His father fell ill and died, and his mother soon followed. "Died of a broken heart," the doctors said. Percy couldn't keep himself from scoffing at the assumption - not that his parents didn't love each other very much, he knew they did, but.. God, what a lame fucking explanation. It wasn't fair, and it was even less fair that a few months later he was forced to sell his childhood home so he could move to a smaller, more affordable apartment. Another extended period of scrambling, and he eventually was able to find a job to keep himself afloat and still be able to treat himself to a night out on that rare occasion he felt like going out.
On one of those rare instances of treating himself, he met a certain Miss Laura White - saying hello to her was the absolute worst decision he could have made in his life. At first, it was fine, but it was after she moved in with him that she showed her true colors. To keep a very long story short, Laura was an absolute party animal, and she was a very unpleasant drunk. Never physical, but still hurtful. Despite that, Percy found himself tagging along sometimes, and sometimes still he would find himself partaking in the drinking. It was fun for a while, but.. God, she went out like twice a week, if not more! And sometimes she wouldn't come back home for days. She'd come back looking like an absolute mess, but grinning and reeking of booze like it was ok. Percy would of course help her to bed, but when she woke up sober, he wouldn't be able to keep his anger in check any more. They'd fight, scream, and one time it got so bad the police were called to make sure that nobody was in danger. That little scare did get them to stop arguing, for a little while. Even better? Somewhere in the mess, Laura got pregnant.
At first, Percy was scared that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't his - like, when he didn't tag along, he had no way of knowing what Laura got up to. She could have slept with a thousand different men for all he knew, and he wasn't about to be a dad to some other guy's kid. Laura, however, insisted that it was his, that after getting together she never slept with anyone else - and she also insisted that she'd sober up, she'd change, that she really, really wanted this baby with him. Percy begrudgingly agreed, but on the condition that she go through all the necessary detoxes and check-ups and whatever else might be needed to make sure their baby comes out healthy. She does without question, and nine months later, Ana Lee Moore is born. She's a bit smaller than they expected her to be, but she wasn't sick. When he saw his daughter's sweet little face, Percy fell in love all over again - a stronger love than he'd ever known in his life. He also bawled like a little bitch, but we don't talk about that. So after swiftly getting married and adjusting to the largest change in their lives (that being Ana), Percy really believed that they could have that idyllic family life he'd fantasized about - sure, it happened much sooner than he was comfortable with, but now that Ana was in his life, he couldn't imagine his life without her.
Given that he's now been divorced from Laura with joint custody of Ana for around three years, you can guess where that idyllic life went. If you can't, then I'll tell you - down the shitter. For a little while, it did work out - they moved once again to a nice little house perfect for the three of them, but it didn't take Laura very long to slowly sink back into alcoholism. While of course Percy cared and was concerned for her, he was far more concerned for Ana's wellbeing. Having a mother that was absent for a week and then came home absolutely fucking sloshed didn't do good things to a Ana's psyche, and neither did having to listen to constant arguing about that as well as money, responsibility, and.. Well, herself. Percy knew that either they had to change, or they had to split. Ana was starting to come to them and try and break them up when they got too loud. She was five. She didn't deserve to feel responsible for that, and they both knew it. It was a mutual agreement that they needed to split, because... Well, because Laura wasn't about to change any time soon. Raising a little girl all on his own is scary - daunting, even - but he wouldn't change it for anything. Ana's slowly becoming a snappy little firecracker of a child and as far as Percy's aware, Laura's been clean for almost a year and is happily engaged to someone else. He's happy for her, but he wishes that she could have maybe cleaned up her act sooner, rather than later.
Due to how their visitation is set up, Laura had this summer to spend with Ana. This summer, of all summers, had to be when the Wildfire virus struck. The last he heard from them, it was a text from Laura's number but it was obviously Ana frantically typing,telling him how scared she was. He tried to call her back, but there was no answer.
He has to find his baby.
On one of those rare instances of treating himself, he met a certain Miss Laura White - saying hello to her was the absolute worst decision he could have made in his life. At first, it was fine, but it was after she moved in with him that she showed her true colors. To keep a very long story short, Laura was an absolute party animal, and she was a very unpleasant drunk. Never physical, but still hurtful. Despite that, Percy found himself tagging along sometimes, and sometimes still he would find himself partaking in the drinking. It was fun for a while, but.. God, she went out like twice a week, if not more! And sometimes she wouldn't come back home for days. She'd come back looking like an absolute mess, but grinning and reeking of booze like it was ok. Percy would of course help her to bed, but when she woke up sober, he wouldn't be able to keep his anger in check any more. They'd fight, scream, and one time it got so bad the police were called to make sure that nobody was in danger. That little scare did get them to stop arguing, for a little while. Even better? Somewhere in the mess, Laura got pregnant.
At first, Percy was scared that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't his - like, when he didn't tag along, he had no way of knowing what Laura got up to. She could have slept with a thousand different men for all he knew, and he wasn't about to be a dad to some other guy's kid. Laura, however, insisted that it was his, that after getting together she never slept with anyone else - and she also insisted that she'd sober up, she'd change, that she really, really wanted this baby with him. Percy begrudgingly agreed, but on the condition that she go through all the necessary detoxes and check-ups and whatever else might be needed to make sure their baby comes out healthy. She does without question, and nine months later, Ana Lee Moore is born. She's a bit smaller than they expected her to be, but she wasn't sick. When he saw his daughter's sweet little face, Percy fell in love all over again - a stronger love than he'd ever known in his life. He also bawled like a little bitch, but we don't talk about that. So after swiftly getting married and adjusting to the largest change in their lives (that being Ana), Percy really believed that they could have that idyllic family life he'd fantasized about - sure, it happened much sooner than he was comfortable with, but now that Ana was in his life, he couldn't imagine his life without her.
Given that he's now been divorced from Laura with joint custody of Ana for around three years, you can guess where that idyllic life went. If you can't, then I'll tell you - down the shitter. For a little while, it did work out - they moved once again to a nice little house perfect for the three of them, but it didn't take Laura very long to slowly sink back into alcoholism. While of course Percy cared and was concerned for her, he was far more concerned for Ana's wellbeing. Having a mother that was absent for a week and then came home absolutely fucking sloshed didn't do good things to a Ana's psyche, and neither did having to listen to constant arguing about that as well as money, responsibility, and.. Well, herself. Percy knew that either they had to change, or they had to split. Ana was starting to come to them and try and break them up when they got too loud. She was five. She didn't deserve to feel responsible for that, and they both knew it. It was a mutual agreement that they needed to split, because... Well, because Laura wasn't about to change any time soon. Raising a little girl all on his own is scary - daunting, even - but he wouldn't change it for anything. Ana's slowly becoming a snappy little firecracker of a child and as far as Percy's aware, Laura's been clean for almost a year and is happily engaged to someone else. He's happy for her, but he wishes that she could have maybe cleaned up her act sooner, rather than later.
Due to how their visitation is set up, Laura had this summer to spend with Ana. This summer, of all summers, had to be when the Wildfire virus struck. The last he heard from them, it was a text from Laura's number but it was obviously Ana frantically typing,telling him how scared she was. He tried to call her back, but there was no answer.
He has to find his baby.
[ ❇ ] M I S C E L L A N E O U S
Gear
Skills
Other
Glock 17 - 9mm, Safe-Action. Given to him by his mother before she passed. (One box of extra ammunition, 17 rounds per magazine)
Food. Cheese crackers, canned soup, cereal, beef jerky.
Nice reusable water bottle. It was an impulse buy that he didn't really think he'd get serious use out of.
A well-loved stuffed rabbit. Put in a plastic bag to prevent filth accumulation.
Cellphone. He has a selfie of himself and Ana as his lockscreen.
A duffel bag. Gotta carry this stuff somehow.
Food. Cheese crackers, canned soup, cereal, beef jerky.
Nice reusable water bottle. It was an impulse buy that he didn't really think he'd get serious use out of.
A well-loved stuffed rabbit. Put in a plastic bag to prevent filth accumulation.
Cellphone. He has a selfie of himself and Ana as his lockscreen.
A duffel bag. Gotta carry this stuff somehow.
Skills
Firearm Safe: His mother was a very pro-gun safety type of woman, so as soon as Percy could hold a pistol without struggling, he was taught to shoot. He's not the best shot, but at least he knows better than to look down the barrel of a gun when it jams.
Patience: Being both a father and a past teacher's aide, he basically has the patience of a saint. Well, ok, no, not really, but he's more patient than he used to be.
Dad: Being a dad, you gain many skills - for example, he's honed his reflexes, he can make a mean mac and cheese, and he's learned not to give as much of a fuck about what people think - having to feign confidence so your daughter learns to be self-assured has a way of making you actually more confident. Who knew? Oh, yeah, and dad jokes. Loads of dad jokes. Horrible, dry dad jokes. Like saltine crackers dipped in sand levels of dry- you get it.
Patience: Being both a father and a past teacher's aide, he basically has the patience of a saint. Well, ok, no, not really, but he's more patient than he used to be.
Dad: Being a dad, you gain many skills - for example, he's honed his reflexes, he can make a mean mac and cheese, and he's learned not to give as much of a fuck about what people think - having to feign confidence so your daughter learns to be self-assured has a way of making you actually more confident. Who knew? Oh, yeah, and dad jokes. Loads of dad jokes. Horrible, dry dad jokes. Like saltine crackers dipped in sand levels of dry- you get it.
Other
He has a bit of a photographer's eye and Ana has a lot of fun being his little model, so he has many pictures of his daughter just being a dork.
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