@Pundii Ah...That looks a bit awkward now. Could you go back and rewrite that edited post? One paragraph per character'll be fine, you can reference the world narrative to help you remember what your people did. I'd like this to be done by the time this post here hits day 8.
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Jack Hudson
Location: The Hordebuster
As Bazhooli helped him inside of the armored truck, Jack's thoughts were again on Tatiana. The explosions that shook the city made him more concerned with each and every passing moment. What if there were intruders? Tatiana was tough, and he knew that she could handle herself...But he wanted to be there for her, more than anything. He had his weapons holstered, but years of being a cop meant that he was always ready to draw in a moment's notice.
"Thanks for taking care of the walkah, man," Jack said, nodding at Bazhooli. The thought that it could be a set-up only served to make Jack more and more nervous. With the world having gone to shit, people seemed to take that as an excuse to treat others like shit. The logic to it was sad, but terrifying as well. Who could trust anyone these days? But at the same time, the thought that the people of Newnan would let him help already warmed his heart.
He could trust these people.
Once they arrived at the crash site, Jack glanced at Ash, awaiting further orders. Military command wasn't too different from the chain of command in the police. And he really didn't want to get on Ashton's bad side. It wasn't the type of impression he intended to make.
Beatrice Decker
Location: Outside Newnan
"Refuge!" Beatrice replied, her hands up in the air. Her mind flashed back to childhood memories, running around the streets of Justice, and dashing in and out of alleyways to ditch the few cops who still gave a damn about law and order. Those had been the days, when a jail cell was the worst type of hell. But with the explosions coming from the settlement, a new sort of hell could descend upon her quickly. And Beatrice wasn't in the mood to be eaten to death by the walking dead.
"Those explosions are going to attract a bunch of walkers!" Beatrice continued. "Once the hoard has cleared, I'll move on!"
If they had any human decency to them, they'd let her inside. But with all of the guns pointed at her, she felt like it was just as likely that they'd pump her body full of lead, and riddle her with holes. Though, she figured that was still a better death than the walkers. And she disliked the fact that she had to raise her voice, in order to be heard. Silence tended to be key when avoided the walking dead.
A fact that these people appeared to fail to understand.
Chloe Ridgeway
Location: Truck in the Woods
Tiffany, Raymond, and Astrid. The kid looked too sick to introduce himself, but Chloe kept herself focused on her own patient. She kept the pressure on for fifteen minutes, but from the lack of further supplies, she continued on with it. It wouldn't hurt, and it was all she could do to stem the blood flow. It was ironic, Chloe realized--it took the world ending for her to do work in the profession she studied for. It took the world ending for her to abandon a life of drugs and regret. In a way, it was a second chance.
She desperately wanted to ask if they knew her sister. From what they explained, with blood type matching and blood transfusions on hand, they had to be part of some sort of settlement. And Riley wasn't dumb--she would've found these people by now, Chloe was positive. The vehicles approaching, with more and more people jumping out of them, only confirmed her suspicions. If anyone knew where Riley was, it would be these people.
However, as the wind stirred and revealed the bite on Astrid's neck, Chloe's hope changed to fear. Her questions died in her throat, and it was all she could do to keep pressure on Ray's leg. The woman was going to die and turn soon enough. And there she had been, entirely defenseless, laying down her own weapons. Was this her karma for everything she had done before? That she'd be placed so close to death? For all she knew, the rest of the people there were concealing bites as well.
Chloe was slightly paranoid, to say the least.
Cecily Ashworth
Location: The Sewers of Justice
Cecily nodded. Caesar seemed to be slipping slightly, the hardened exterior falling off ever so slightly. She hadn't known him all too long, but he had softened. The bloodlust had vanished, leaving behind the grieving and broken man. Cecily wasn't certain how to comfort him, and instead, she glanced over the map of Justice. The map indicated Boston Heights, but she didn't recall any doctors there. It took her a moment, but she managed to locate the path to the morgue. Natasha would help--hopefully.
"Morgue looks like the closest," Cecily agreed. The thought of the bike being discovered did unnerve her, but she doubted they wouldn't be able to ID them by then. Whatever Queensguard was going, it wasn't pretty. They might already recognize her--and Caesar's scars made it hard for him to blend in. Her pessimistic attitude told her their death warrants had already been signed--but they still would need to recover the bike. Even if it only bought them a little more time. "Maybe Roy could go take care of it?" Cecily asked.
She kept pressure on her wound as best as she could, carefully making her way through the sewers. She couldn't help but be glad Caesar was keeping watch--she wasn't the best when it came to a fight. Her eyes trailed the winding passages, noticing the decrepit nature of some. A few even looked recently demolished, and she couldn't help but wonder if Alicia had been responsible for this as well.
Fortunately, the morgue seemed to be the fastest place they could get to. She would've gone to the hospital, if she wasn't almost positive they wouldn't hesitate to kill the new coroner. They had already proven themselves to be without remorse, after what they did to Wallace....And then a thought struck Cecily. Wallace had said Proserpine's name.
How the hell did Wallace know Proserpine's name?
Iris Kingston
Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building
Le massacre de la Saint-Valentin (Saint Valentine's Day massacre) est le nom donné à l'assassinat de sept personnes qui s'est produit le 14 février 1929 entre ...
Iris frowned, tugging on her hair. She favored French to English, having set up her computer in the language. There had been no reply back from the Seattle halfway house--but that was to be expected. She had only emailed them minutes ago. As she searched for the name, most of the results dealt with almost a century old killer. And from what Iris had learned about the tragedies at Grimm, that didn't match Cynthia. She had adopted the persona of the Grimm serial killer--so why a murderer from 1929?
À Chicago, le 14 février 1929, vers 22 heures, dans un garage désaffecté situé au numéro 2022 de Clark Street, sept membres du gang de George...
Biting down on her lip, Iris continued to dig deeper. The search results continued to echo the same story. Iris glanced over at her phone, considering asking her brother for help--but she didn't dare to bother him. He was busy with his own affairs. She started to refine her search, searching by the decade, and only receiving articles on the same event written by historians. But once she hit the 90's, something new popped up.
"Qu'est-ce que c'est?" Iris muttered under her breath, clicking on the website. It was in English, detailing a similar massacre that occurred in Chili. The author claimed it was a government cover-up, a conspiracy and a revenge killing. Biting her lip, Iris' eyes fell on Cynthia's file. It was unlikely, but it was plausible...Cynthia, from what Iris could tell, absorbed the mentalities of killers she encountered.
And this was the most modern Valentine she could find. She doubted it was the same one, but perhaps this person could give her a hint. She quickly sent an email to the site owner, a man named Relic, asking to meet in regards to the Valentine's Day Massacre.
Will be getting a post in tonight.
Will be getting a post in tonight.
@Pundii@BlueSky44: Day 6
@Remipa Awesome Sounds good. Don't worry too much about it not seeming forced, or your character not getting killed. You can plop him down anywhere you wish in Altsoba, and it'll work out. :) Your counter, by the way, is based off of how long it's been since you submitted your character sheet--so you are currently on day 5.
@Remipa Awesome Sounds good. Don't worry too much about it not seeming forced, or your character not getting killed. You can plop him down anywhere you wish in Altsoba, and it'll work out. :) Your counter, by the way, is based off of how long it's been since you submitted your character sheet--so you are currently on day 5.
@BlueSky44: Day 5
Nora Kingston
Location: Egyptian Museum
Nora felt ill at ease as Mr. Drake stood next to her. She detected the distance between the Lady Munn and Mr. Drake, and while it was for the best, she did not wish for a man of such character to be close to either of them. If her father knew where she was, Nora was certain she would be dragged back home, and confined to a single room for female hysteria. Her meager certificate in mathematics had been an upward battle to obtain, and without the aid of her eldest brother, she would likely fail to persuade her father. Her affairs with the digging and the group, Nora realized silently, must be concealed.
"Of course, Lady Munn," Nora nodded. "And if you need to call on me, here is my address."
She opened up her pocket journal, and flipped to a random page. It had a fair amount of scribblings on it, various notes of observations, primarily mathematic. And in the corner, she wrote the address to her small flat in Garden City. She doubted highly that her father would come to call upon her, and he should take no issue with her handing her address to another peer. However, the prospect that the Lady Munn would slave away on the work, whilst the rest of them returned home...
Perhaps if they were better friends, she would persuade the Lady Munn to rest herself as well. "Do take care, Lady Munn," Nora wished. She nodded her head at her, her eyes falling on William wordlessly. Putting her belongings away, Nora flexed her finger carefully, recalling the brand. She would need to take to wearing gloves, if she would aim to avoid attention. And then, Nora quietly left the office, and left the museum, heading back to her abode at Garden City. She knew it was perhaps foolish to walk without an escort, but she wished for some time to be alone with her thoughts.
Nora did not shy away from loneliness. She embraced it.
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