Hey guys. I am feeling better today and will be able to post later on.
Atom, did I miss your reply to my post with Katie? If not, where would you like me to go with her and Lauren and Bull?
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11 yrs ago
Because of my mom's cancer treatments and some other problems I may be slow on posting in things. please be patient with me.
11 yrs ago
To all of the people I am in rps with : battling some depression right now, will be back in a day or two
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Jessalyn - Woods - Floyd
Jess put some more kindling on the fire. In the few weeks since the raid both she and Floyd and managed to make a camp in the woods that was relatively safe and scavenged a few things from the nearby city. Now Jess had a pot on the fire that was boiling water. They needed to boil their water to make it safe to drink, that was what Floyd said and since he was the most experienced at camping and the outdoors she listened to him.
Jess rubbed her stomach, a small smile on her lips. Floyd had really been wonderful. He was like a bear, gruff at times but really fluffy once you got close. He had stayed with her, keeping her safe and caring for her. Sometimes, when she thought about it, they were like a married couple. That thought made her cheeks take on a rosy hue and made her eyes bright. Now that she felt safe, she was able to take on what many called 'the glow' associated with pregnant women.
There were still times when she was afraid, when she had nightmares about Bruce and about her short time in the catacombs with Tyler, about Lynn and what might have happened to her. But Floyd was always there when she woke, so she felt safe enough to go back to sleep. He still seemed uncomfortable when she touched him at times, but she was getting more and more comfortable with giving him hugs and holding his hand.
Jess got up slowly, pressing a hand to her lower back to relive some of the pressure. Floyd had gone off searching for supplies. At least that's what she thought he'd done. He had just said he would be back soon and 'soon' with Floyd could mean 5 minutes or 2 hours.
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Katie - Woods - Lauren, Bull
Katie hadn't spoken much in the weeks since the raid. The little girl had become very quiet, only speaking when spoken to and only answering with short usually one word answers. Her eyes were red a lot and there were dark circles under her eyes. She acted scared of Bull but clung to Lauren when things scared her.
The reason was obvious to all. She really missed her daddy. Subconsciously she still felt it was somehow her fault. She had been naughty, sneaking out of her room when daddy told her not to, spying on the men, being annoying to them because it was fun.
She had prayed every night, telling God that if he would just bring her daddy back she would be good forever. Lauren tried to tell her that it wasn't her fault, but even though she nodded the child didn't believe her.
Every time she woke up crying at night Lauren was there to hold her until she went back to sleep, but Katie had overheard Lauren and Bull talking while she was asleep. Bull was getting annoyed with having her around. She was too much trouble, too noisy, cried too much.
Katie felt like a burden to everyone.
She really wanted her daddy back...
Tears pricked her eyes and fell silently down her cheeks.
Jess put some more kindling on the fire. In the few weeks since the raid both she and Floyd and managed to make a camp in the woods that was relatively safe and scavenged a few things from the nearby city. Now Jess had a pot on the fire that was boiling water. They needed to boil their water to make it safe to drink, that was what Floyd said and since he was the most experienced at camping and the outdoors she listened to him.
Jess rubbed her stomach, a small smile on her lips. Floyd had really been wonderful. He was like a bear, gruff at times but really fluffy once you got close. He had stayed with her, keeping her safe and caring for her. Sometimes, when she thought about it, they were like a married couple. That thought made her cheeks take on a rosy hue and made her eyes bright. Now that she felt safe, she was able to take on what many called 'the glow' associated with pregnant women.
There were still times when she was afraid, when she had nightmares about Bruce and about her short time in the catacombs with Tyler, about Lynn and what might have happened to her. But Floyd was always there when she woke, so she felt safe enough to go back to sleep. He still seemed uncomfortable when she touched him at times, but she was getting more and more comfortable with giving him hugs and holding his hand.
Jess got up slowly, pressing a hand to her lower back to relive some of the pressure. Floyd had gone off searching for supplies. At least that's what she thought he'd done. He had just said he would be back soon and 'soon' with Floyd could mean 5 minutes or 2 hours.
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Katie - Woods - Lauren, Bull
Katie hadn't spoken much in the weeks since the raid. The little girl had become very quiet, only speaking when spoken to and only answering with short usually one word answers. Her eyes were red a lot and there were dark circles under her eyes. She acted scared of Bull but clung to Lauren when things scared her.
The reason was obvious to all. She really missed her daddy. Subconsciously she still felt it was somehow her fault. She had been naughty, sneaking out of her room when daddy told her not to, spying on the men, being annoying to them because it was fun.
She had prayed every night, telling God that if he would just bring her daddy back she would be good forever. Lauren tried to tell her that it wasn't her fault, but even though she nodded the child didn't believe her.
Every time she woke up crying at night Lauren was there to hold her until she went back to sleep, but Katie had overheard Lauren and Bull talking while she was asleep. Bull was getting annoyed with having her around. She was too much trouble, too noisy, cried too much.
Katie felt like a burden to everyone.
She really wanted her daddy back...
Tears pricked her eyes and fell silently down her cheeks.
hello everyone
I am still in the hospital but I am feeling well enough to come online for a bit. I don't know if I will be able to stay awake long enough to post, but I am going to try. Thank you for all your concern and well wishes. And thank you to all of the new people who have joined us in this our beloved rp.
I am still in the hospital but I am feeling well enough to come online for a bit. I don't know if I will be able to stay awake long enough to post, but I am going to try. Thank you for all your concern and well wishes. And thank you to all of the new people who have joined us in this our beloved rp.
I am so sorry I have not posted again. I have been in the hospital the past few days. My health is not all that great at the moment, but I am on the road to recovery. I will try to make a post soon.
Hey guys. I am Myst's cousin. She gave me permission to post for her to let you know what is going on with her.
She was taken to the hospital last night after suffering some kind of seizure they think was caused by a very high fever.
She is resting comfortably now and they are running tests to see what is wrong with her. She wanted me tolet you know that she wants you to keep going in the rp. She gave QT permission to move her characters around as needed.
She is thinking of all of you and hopes to be back on soon.
She was taken to the hospital last night after suffering some kind of seizure they think was caused by a very high fever.
She is resting comfortably now and they are running tests to see what is wrong with her. She wanted me tolet you know that she wants you to keep going in the rp. She gave QT permission to move her characters around as needed.
She is thinking of all of you and hopes to be back on soon.
The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined
Season 2
ALWAYS ACCEPTING
When hell gets full, the Devil lets the dead walk the earth...
So this is a walking dead style rp. There will be action and gore and zombie killing, but mostly this will be about the twists and turns, the drama, the heartache and the joy of moral decisions that have both good and bad consequences.
Everything you do and say will have consequences further down the line. The walker you killed yesterday was actually the mother of the person you met today. That guy you refused to give food? He came back as a walker and killed your best friend. That little boy you helped? He came back with a large group to steal your supplies. Each choice is life and death. Don't ever get too comfortable, because you never know when things will go to hell.
Of course... it's already there...
So the first season of this rp did extremely well. Nearly 400 IC posts. But the original players that stuck with it from the beginning (Myst, QT, OutlawedPanda, Atomyk) decided it was time to recruit some new blood into this rp. You don't have to be familiar with everything that happened in Season 1, but a general knowledge of the lay of the land will help. The next post will contain a summary of everything that has happened so far along with character lists including NPCs.
Rules :
1. No fighting in the OOC. I mean it. You get one warning, then your characters gets killed off and you are banned from the rp.
2. No overpowered characters. It's okay to have weapons, but not everyone is survival trained and can make a rocket launcher with a pocket knife, some string and a potato. Be realistic with your characters skills and their weapons.
3. Gore is fine, but romance (if there is any during a zombie apocalypse) goes to PM. Anything above kissing goes to PM.
4. Killing of characters must be agreed upon.
5. Before making any game changing decisions please pm me to ask or discuss it in the OOC before posting it. This does not mean I need to make every decision for you, but MAJOR plot twists need to be approved by either me or my Co-GM(s).
6. You can have as many characters as you can handle. Do not ignore anyone and post regularly. If you can't post for a couple of days, let us know so we can move around your character. If you do not post in the IC or OOC or PM me for four days straight your character will be killed and become a walker. If you want to return after that, you can make another character.
7. People will die. It's a zombie survival rp. If I PM you about your character dying please do not be upset. I am not picking on you or singling you out for any other reason then to add drama and keep the story random and interesting. You can always make another character, but if you are dead set on keeping you character alive I will not kill them without your consent.
8. It might seem strange to have this rule but I have run into problems with this in the past so I am going to say it right off : NO ONE IS IMMUNE. This is not "The Last of Us" this is a "The Walking Dead" rp. There is no cure and there is no immunity to the zombie virus. Everyone already has it. Your character can be working on a cure, but that is all.
9. I reserve the right to add more rules if needed.
CS:
Appearance : (please no anime pics. portraits are fine as long as they are realistic)
Name :
Age :
Skill : (are you good at medicine? cooking? electronics? hunting? marksman?)
Weapon (up three): (anything you can realistically have)
Personality : (good and bad points)
Brief Bio : (we are not going to know much about each other at first so only a brief history, such as what they were doing before the outbreak, is fine)
Let's have fun with the end of civilization, shall we?
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Alyce hit the side of the truck, letting the driver know he could drive off. She watched the truck until it was out of sight. The young woman stretched and moved her neck from side to side, feeling the cracks in the vertebrae. It had been a long day. Her hands and arms hurt from lifting heavy boxes and her head pounded from all of the yelling she'd had to endure.
But now it was time to make the trek home.
The last sector they delivered to was actually quite a ways from her apartment. Thankfully she knew a back way to go in order to avoid seeing too many people. She had learned her lesson from her co-worker's mistake.
The young man had been jumped while walking home. He had been stripped, beaten to a pulp and hung upside down overnight. There were rumors that it was the work of the Fireflies, but Alyce had her doubts. Everything the group did had a point to it. What had happened to that poor bastard hadn't had any point except violent revenge.
Alyce slipped through an alleyway and heard the sounds of street fighting. The illegal fights were a haven of gambling and drugs. Damn it! They had cut off her normal route home!
Taking off her ID pass and stuffing it into her pocket, Alyce prayed that her jumpsuit rolled down to her waist the way it was would not be recognized as a Resource Distributors uniform. Putting on a confident face, she strode out into the open street.
It wasn't that busy, with people taking their supplies and heading into their homes. Alyce had to take quite a detour but ended up nearly back where she needed to be. The last bit was the scariest. She had to pass through an area that was known to be frequented by smugglers. But usually if she kept her head down and stayed against the wall no one bothered to noti-
A rough hand suddenly reached out from the open doorway of a run down building and snagged her, dragging her into the building. Alyce's scream was cut off but a smelly hand over her mouth.
"Government lackey!" a voice snarled into her ear.
"Think you could sneak past us you worthless hoarding scum!" another snapped.
Alyce felt herself being lifted up and slammed down onto a table. A light over it illuminated several dirty looking men surrounding her.
"We gotta do worse this time around," one of them said, cracking his knuckles. "Show 'em we mean business." He slammed his fist into her stomach while another man stuffed a greasy cloth in her mouth and held her down. A knife appeared, glinting in the light.
"I say we cut off this pretty hair, make her look like a shaved dog."
"I say we do some surgery on that face, make it not so pretty."
"And maybe without a few fingers she won't be able to steal from us anymore."
Alyce thrashed and kicked, trying to spit out the nasty cloth.
"And then, when we're finished with her," the biggest one said, running the point of the knife down her cheek to her throat. "We string her up outside the quarantine zone. Let the infected find her."
Alyce screamed as a blow to her face left her with what would be a black eye, while a strong hand grasped her fingers and jerked one out of it's socket.
Her screams of agony sounded like some kind of animal. For the first time in her life, she prayed for death as the knife pressed into the skin of her chest.
Pain. That was all she knew. The only reality in her mind.
She heard gun shots, but her mind couldn't process what they meant. She heard men shouting and yelling in pain, but couldn't make sense of it all. Then the shots stopped and someone grabbed her by her hurt hand. She screamed in agony, the cloth finally falling from her mouth. A rough hand grabbed her by her braid and dragged her across the floor. She was lifted up and her world turned upside down as she was tossed over someone's shoulder.
"Kill the crazy bitch!" her captor ordered as he ran out the door. "I'm dumping this one outside."
It took Alyce more then a few minutes to realize what he meant.
He was dumping her outside the QZ...
- Outside the QZ
She didn't know how they got out of the city and she couldn't get her bearings on her surroundings. The pain was still intense and all the blood had rushed to her head from being held upside down, making her dizzy and disoriented.
Suddenly she was slammed onto the ground. She coughed and tasted blood in her mouth. Hands roamed her body as her jumpsuit was removed, leaving her in just her tank top and underwear. She heard tearing sounds and managed to get her eyes open and focused enough to see him ripping her jumpsuit to shreds. He also took her ID pass. No doubt he was going to leave them for the soldiers to find in the city somewhere, a testimant to their cruelty and her murder.
A hand grabbed her face hard. "Hope the clickers enjoy chewing on you bitch," he snarled and shoved her face away. She heard his steps fade away.
Whimpers escaped her throat. She put her good hand over her mouth, trying to muffle them. The clickers hunted by sound. She had to keep quiet.
But her hand hurt so badly...
She dared to look at it and wished she hadn't. Two of her fingers were pulled out of joint and they were pointing the wrong way. Blood ran down from the cuts he had made in her chest and shoulders. Her lip was cut and there was a dark bruise forming under her right eye and more bruises on her arms and legs.
And they had been interrupted. She didn't even want to think about how badly she would had looked if they had done all they had planned.
Alyce struggled to get to her feet but fell back down, nearly screaming when she landed on her injured hand.
Then the sound that made her blood turn to ice:
Click... Click Click... Click...
Panicking, she scrambled underneath a piece of a building that had fallen over and had overgrown with vines. The clicks came closer until a single clicker appeared. Alyce told herself to be still, told herself to calm down, but inside she was terrified. She wanted to scream and run. She shook with the effort to remain hidden. The clicker came closer to her hiding place.
No... God, please... someone...
But now it was time to make the trek home.
The last sector they delivered to was actually quite a ways from her apartment. Thankfully she knew a back way to go in order to avoid seeing too many people. She had learned her lesson from her co-worker's mistake.
The young man had been jumped while walking home. He had been stripped, beaten to a pulp and hung upside down overnight. There were rumors that it was the work of the Fireflies, but Alyce had her doubts. Everything the group did had a point to it. What had happened to that poor bastard hadn't had any point except violent revenge.
Alyce slipped through an alleyway and heard the sounds of street fighting. The illegal fights were a haven of gambling and drugs. Damn it! They had cut off her normal route home!
Taking off her ID pass and stuffing it into her pocket, Alyce prayed that her jumpsuit rolled down to her waist the way it was would not be recognized as a Resource Distributors uniform. Putting on a confident face, she strode out into the open street.
It wasn't that busy, with people taking their supplies and heading into their homes. Alyce had to take quite a detour but ended up nearly back where she needed to be. The last bit was the scariest. She had to pass through an area that was known to be frequented by smugglers. But usually if she kept her head down and stayed against the wall no one bothered to noti-
A rough hand suddenly reached out from the open doorway of a run down building and snagged her, dragging her into the building. Alyce's scream was cut off but a smelly hand over her mouth.
"Government lackey!" a voice snarled into her ear.
"Think you could sneak past us you worthless hoarding scum!" another snapped.
Alyce felt herself being lifted up and slammed down onto a table. A light over it illuminated several dirty looking men surrounding her.
"We gotta do worse this time around," one of them said, cracking his knuckles. "Show 'em we mean business." He slammed his fist into her stomach while another man stuffed a greasy cloth in her mouth and held her down. A knife appeared, glinting in the light.
"I say we cut off this pretty hair, make her look like a shaved dog."
"I say we do some surgery on that face, make it not so pretty."
"And maybe without a few fingers she won't be able to steal from us anymore."
Alyce thrashed and kicked, trying to spit out the nasty cloth.
"And then, when we're finished with her," the biggest one said, running the point of the knife down her cheek to her throat. "We string her up outside the quarantine zone. Let the infected find her."
Alyce screamed as a blow to her face left her with what would be a black eye, while a strong hand grasped her fingers and jerked one out of it's socket.
Her screams of agony sounded like some kind of animal. For the first time in her life, she prayed for death as the knife pressed into the skin of her chest.
Pain. That was all she knew. The only reality in her mind.
She heard gun shots, but her mind couldn't process what they meant. She heard men shouting and yelling in pain, but couldn't make sense of it all. Then the shots stopped and someone grabbed her by her hurt hand. She screamed in agony, the cloth finally falling from her mouth. A rough hand grabbed her by her braid and dragged her across the floor. She was lifted up and her world turned upside down as she was tossed over someone's shoulder.
"Kill the crazy bitch!" her captor ordered as he ran out the door. "I'm dumping this one outside."
It took Alyce more then a few minutes to realize what he meant.
He was dumping her outside the QZ...
- Outside the QZ
She didn't know how they got out of the city and she couldn't get her bearings on her surroundings. The pain was still intense and all the blood had rushed to her head from being held upside down, making her dizzy and disoriented.
Suddenly she was slammed onto the ground. She coughed and tasted blood in her mouth. Hands roamed her body as her jumpsuit was removed, leaving her in just her tank top and underwear. She heard tearing sounds and managed to get her eyes open and focused enough to see him ripping her jumpsuit to shreds. He also took her ID pass. No doubt he was going to leave them for the soldiers to find in the city somewhere, a testimant to their cruelty and her murder.
A hand grabbed her face hard. "Hope the clickers enjoy chewing on you bitch," he snarled and shoved her face away. She heard his steps fade away.
Whimpers escaped her throat. She put her good hand over her mouth, trying to muffle them. The clickers hunted by sound. She had to keep quiet.
But her hand hurt so badly...
She dared to look at it and wished she hadn't. Two of her fingers were pulled out of joint and they were pointing the wrong way. Blood ran down from the cuts he had made in her chest and shoulders. Her lip was cut and there was a dark bruise forming under her right eye and more bruises on her arms and legs.
And they had been interrupted. She didn't even want to think about how badly she would had looked if they had done all they had planned.
Alyce struggled to get to her feet but fell back down, nearly screaming when she landed on her injured hand.
Then the sound that made her blood turn to ice:
Click... Click Click... Click...
Panicking, she scrambled underneath a piece of a building that had fallen over and had overgrown with vines. The clicks came closer until a single clicker appeared. Alyce told herself to be still, told herself to calm down, but inside she was terrified. She wanted to scream and run. She shook with the effort to remain hidden. The clicker came closer to her hiding place.
No... God, please... someone...
I will post the post I did about her being attacked and left outside the QZ
Appearance: 
Name: Alyce Carter
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Faction:Survivor
Short History: She was only a year when the pandemic started. Her mother and one of her older brothers were killed within the first few days. Her dad survived for about ten years before getting infected. She has two more older brothers out there, but she hasn't seen them in a long time... for safety reasons. Alyce has learned that knowing things is dangerous, so she is quite happy to know nothing at all.
She works days as a resource manager, in other words she helps keep records of supplies such as food, water, clothing, medicine, weapons, ect. and assists in distribution to the populace. As a result, she is not that popular among the people, as some try to cozy up to her to get more stuff and others think she is hoarding things for herself, both of which aren't true.
Weapons: Knife, small Hand Gun
Other Equipment: shoulder bag, ID pass, flashlight, small med kit
Name: Alyce Carter
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Faction:Survivor
Short History: She was only a year when the pandemic started. Her mother and one of her older brothers were killed within the first few days. Her dad survived for about ten years before getting infected. She has two more older brothers out there, but she hasn't seen them in a long time... for safety reasons. Alyce has learned that knowing things is dangerous, so she is quite happy to know nothing at all.
She works days as a resource manager, in other words she helps keep records of supplies such as food, water, clothing, medicine, weapons, ect. and assists in distribution to the populace. As a result, she is not that popular among the people, as some try to cozy up to her to get more stuff and others think she is hoarding things for herself, both of which aren't true.
Weapons: Knife, small Hand Gun
Other Equipment: shoulder bag, ID pass, flashlight, small med kit
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