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I'm wondering the same thing myself.
Myst said
Yes the character is accepted and had been added to the first post. Thanks QT. I swear it's like you can read my mind. :)
I'm that good. lol.
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Your character is accepted. There is nothing out of the ordinary. Myst will have it posted to the first page when she gets on hopefully, but as of now, you are welcome to post.
Your character is accepted. There is nothing out of the ordinary. Myst will have it posted to the first page when she gets on hopefully, but as of now, you are welcome to post.
Floyd - Heading to Town - Raiders/Lynn
Half an hour after his departure from the small group of three, Floyd ran into a set of footprints. It wasn't difficult to track because they were implemented in the grass, making the debris easy to follow. He started tracking down whatever made the trail, but was already sure who it was. It had to be that lady who was with the breeder he just abandoned. His intention was to leave those people alone, but now he wondered why she would head into the city, into the fired shots. "Dammit girl!" he murmured to himself quite loudly, irritated by the decision he was about to make.
He was going to go to the city eventually, but had intentions to enter the city from another angle. He didn't want to encounter those shots from earlier, but it was too late now since he already began to follow the trail. He looked at the ground closely, making sure he didn't lose the track. Suddenly, the setting changed as a suburb began to form before him. That suburb would then be overrun by urbanization and industries, forming a giant city. It was no longer possible to follow the girl's tracks because they had vanished in the streets, but what remained was the noise and walkers heading in a certain direction.
Floyd hid inside an open house as he watched out the window as about ten to fifteen walkers headed into the interior of the city. He was certain the bullets from earlier were calling them. It was an empty city free of noise, so a single sound would echo like the sound of a jukebox. Therefore, silently, Floyd followed the walkers, heading towards the bullet sounds, knowing that's where the breeder's friend had vanished to. Sooner or later they would meet yet again, though they didn't really speak back at the train yard.
After about two miles of travel, Floyd could hear the ruckus for himself. The walkers were headed straight for the entrance of what seemed to be a church. Since he moved at a decent rate, he seemed to have caught up to the girl, because he could see her to his right. The blonde hid behind a nearby building, but her gun was like a speckle of glitter. It's metal was shining rapidly, reflecting the sun's rays. With a crouch, Floyd hid behind a car a few feet from her. She still didn't notice him because of her high and intense focus on the church. Therefore, in order to prevent from getting shot, he gave the small beetle a nice knock on the side of the door to alert the girl of his presence. Whenever she noticed him, he gave a small gesture to tell her he was going to move next to her. And he did. With the same crouch, Floyd stayed away from not only the walker's field of vision, but the people in the church as well.
"What the hell are you doing here girl?" he whispered to her with an attitude. "You tryin' to leave you friend, your burden behind on me or somethin'? Well newsflash lady, I ain't nobody's bitch! Your friend ain't my problem. You're the one that's supposed to be watching over her, not me! Not that doctor either! So how bout' you get back there and get out of here before you get yourself shot. Go! Get out of here! Am I the only sane person around here?" he whispered fairly loud, pushing her arm aside, trying to force her to leave. She wasn't only jeopardizing her own life, but the child's life as well. Floyd didn't understand why he cared for it, it wasn't his. For some odd reason, innocence was his weakness. One day, that would cause his downfall.
Half an hour after his departure from the small group of three, Floyd ran into a set of footprints. It wasn't difficult to track because they were implemented in the grass, making the debris easy to follow. He started tracking down whatever made the trail, but was already sure who it was. It had to be that lady who was with the breeder he just abandoned. His intention was to leave those people alone, but now he wondered why she would head into the city, into the fired shots. "Dammit girl!" he murmured to himself quite loudly, irritated by the decision he was about to make.
He was going to go to the city eventually, but had intentions to enter the city from another angle. He didn't want to encounter those shots from earlier, but it was too late now since he already began to follow the trail. He looked at the ground closely, making sure he didn't lose the track. Suddenly, the setting changed as a suburb began to form before him. That suburb would then be overrun by urbanization and industries, forming a giant city. It was no longer possible to follow the girl's tracks because they had vanished in the streets, but what remained was the noise and walkers heading in a certain direction.
Floyd hid inside an open house as he watched out the window as about ten to fifteen walkers headed into the interior of the city. He was certain the bullets from earlier were calling them. It was an empty city free of noise, so a single sound would echo like the sound of a jukebox. Therefore, silently, Floyd followed the walkers, heading towards the bullet sounds, knowing that's where the breeder's friend had vanished to. Sooner or later they would meet yet again, though they didn't really speak back at the train yard.
After about two miles of travel, Floyd could hear the ruckus for himself. The walkers were headed straight for the entrance of what seemed to be a church. Since he moved at a decent rate, he seemed to have caught up to the girl, because he could see her to his right. The blonde hid behind a nearby building, but her gun was like a speckle of glitter. It's metal was shining rapidly, reflecting the sun's rays. With a crouch, Floyd hid behind a car a few feet from her. She still didn't notice him because of her high and intense focus on the church. Therefore, in order to prevent from getting shot, he gave the small beetle a nice knock on the side of the door to alert the girl of his presence. Whenever she noticed him, he gave a small gesture to tell her he was going to move next to her. And he did. With the same crouch, Floyd stayed away from not only the walker's field of vision, but the people in the church as well.
"What the hell are you doing here girl?" he whispered to her with an attitude. "You tryin' to leave you friend, your burden behind on me or somethin'? Well newsflash lady, I ain't nobody's bitch! Your friend ain't my problem. You're the one that's supposed to be watching over her, not me! Not that doctor either! So how bout' you get back there and get out of here before you get yourself shot. Go! Get out of here! Am I the only sane person around here?" he whispered fairly loud, pushing her arm aside, trying to force her to leave. She wasn't only jeopardizing her own life, but the child's life as well. Floyd didn't understand why he cared for it, it wasn't his. For some odd reason, innocence was his weakness. One day, that would cause his downfall.
Floyd - Train Yard - Jess/Doc/Tom
Floyd overheard her introduction to the doctor, learning the girls name. Jessalyn, goes by Jess apparently, but that didn't entitle her to learn his name yet. If he told them his name, that would mean he would be one step closer to uniting with them, an action he didn't yet know if he wanted to take. Floyd felt that the girl was too trusting, she didn't even question herself before acting upon her will. He understood her situation - she had a child and needed to take care of it - but survival was given to the fittest. There wasn't good people out there anymore, everyone changed. Good people became animals, regardless how pure they were. But this girl, this innocence, was it an exception to Floyd's belief?
Then Jess offered her food and shelter to the strangers, including Floyd himself. "What about your friend? Don't you think you should consult with her before you give away your stuff? She's been gone for a while by the way, aren't you worried about her?" Floyd asked as he turned towards the direction Lynn had gone off too. It had definitely been a while since she left them. In secondly, who the heck just abandons her group member and leaves them with a bow-wielding redneck? People just weren't sane anymore. Maybe she just lay her burdens on somebody else, ditching the pregnant woman in order to increase her chances of survival. After all, that would have been the smartest thing to do.
Floyd then started to walk in that direction, prepared to head back into the city. "Keep your food, you need it more than me. I can do just fine on my own" he stated as he began to walk away. As much as his heart was telling him to stay, his mind and conscious was forcing him to walk away. He lived by the code of lonesome and pride. He wasn't alive because he begged for help or had people aid him, he was alive because of his own personal strength. "Good luck" he finished as his boots brushed through the green grass and the overwhelming heat of the sun.
He was going back to the city to not only get supplies, but in search of another vehicle. Since his stolen bike died, he needed some other form of transportation. There was no possible home anymore. One must always be on the move in order to survive, it was basically a law. Settling down in one location was impossible, it always ended badly, regardless how good one thinks they have it. Eventually, everything rots to hell, just like the world they currently roam.
Floyd overheard her introduction to the doctor, learning the girls name. Jessalyn, goes by Jess apparently, but that didn't entitle her to learn his name yet. If he told them his name, that would mean he would be one step closer to uniting with them, an action he didn't yet know if he wanted to take. Floyd felt that the girl was too trusting, she didn't even question herself before acting upon her will. He understood her situation - she had a child and needed to take care of it - but survival was given to the fittest. There wasn't good people out there anymore, everyone changed. Good people became animals, regardless how pure they were. But this girl, this innocence, was it an exception to Floyd's belief?
Then Jess offered her food and shelter to the strangers, including Floyd himself. "What about your friend? Don't you think you should consult with her before you give away your stuff? She's been gone for a while by the way, aren't you worried about her?" Floyd asked as he turned towards the direction Lynn had gone off too. It had definitely been a while since she left them. In secondly, who the heck just abandons her group member and leaves them with a bow-wielding redneck? People just weren't sane anymore. Maybe she just lay her burdens on somebody else, ditching the pregnant woman in order to increase her chances of survival. After all, that would have been the smartest thing to do.
Floyd then started to walk in that direction, prepared to head back into the city. "Keep your food, you need it more than me. I can do just fine on my own" he stated as he began to walk away. As much as his heart was telling him to stay, his mind and conscious was forcing him to walk away. He lived by the code of lonesome and pride. He wasn't alive because he begged for help or had people aid him, he was alive because of his own personal strength. "Good luck" he finished as his boots brushed through the green grass and the overwhelming heat of the sun.
He was going back to the city to not only get supplies, but in search of another vehicle. Since his stolen bike died, he needed some other form of transportation. There was no possible home anymore. One must always be on the move in order to survive, it was basically a law. Settling down in one location was impossible, it always ended badly, regardless how good one thinks they have it. Eventually, everything rots to hell, just like the world they currently roam.
Oh yea, today is Saint Patrick's day huh? Forgot.
xcalx1dw said
Wait, Were Rob,Holly and Damian heading to the bell tower, so surely they shouldn't be affected by this. They might see it but they would be far away....I think right
Yup. They were headed there, so they shouldn't be affected until they get there. They may see Brandon from afar, like you said, but until they get there, well................
Floyd - Train Tracks - Jessalyn/Tom/Doc(Jack)
As Jessalyn shared her life story with him, Floyd huffed. A stupid choice like that ruined her chance of survival. At this moment, he felt anger towards the guy who did that to her though. For some odd reason, people who take advantage of others are worse than wealthy scum. His head turned left to see her with his peripherals, but kept silent as he turned back to the kid. He planned on speaking, but words just wouldn't come together.
The stuttering kid then began to talk. His words continued to take fluid breaks, which furthered Floyd's irritation. "Shut your mouth! You're pissin' me off! Can't you speak normally?" he yelled as his bow string became tighter. He was prepared to shoot the kid in the face, it annoyed him that much. Suddenly Jessalyn started to speak to the doctor. Apperantly she wanted his help for the baby's sake, but was prepared to let a stranger 'help' her. Just like the incident with the guy she had sex with for protection.
"Do you mind?"
Floyd put his bow down and backed away from her. He couldn't believe this girl. She was falling right into the same situation as she had before. Floyd just couldn't process what was going through her head. This overheated situation continued to escalate because he felt he was the only sane person there. "Why the hell are you asking me? Do whatever the hell you want girl, you ain't my problem" he said loudly, putting his arrow back into the quiver and strapping his bow to his backpack. Trusting strangers just like that will get you killed.
Floyd then turned back to the kid. "You wanna help her too? Go right ahead!" he yelled at him, walking passed him and laying on the side of a rail car. His arms were crossed and was most obviously pissed. He was thinking whether he should walk away or stay, but couldn't make up his mind. In reality, he wanted to stay, but for so long he'd been fending for his own that he didn't know anything different. Most people go crazy when being alone for so long, but it wasn't like he was isolated from all society. He still went to town from time to time, but it wasn't like he had friends or anything. He hunted to eat, he hunted to live, that was Floyd Conlon.
As Jessalyn shared her life story with him, Floyd huffed. A stupid choice like that ruined her chance of survival. At this moment, he felt anger towards the guy who did that to her though. For some odd reason, people who take advantage of others are worse than wealthy scum. His head turned left to see her with his peripherals, but kept silent as he turned back to the kid. He planned on speaking, but words just wouldn't come together.
The stuttering kid then began to talk. His words continued to take fluid breaks, which furthered Floyd's irritation. "Shut your mouth! You're pissin' me off! Can't you speak normally?" he yelled as his bow string became tighter. He was prepared to shoot the kid in the face, it annoyed him that much. Suddenly Jessalyn started to speak to the doctor. Apperantly she wanted his help for the baby's sake, but was prepared to let a stranger 'help' her. Just like the incident with the guy she had sex with for protection.
"Do you mind?"
Floyd put his bow down and backed away from her. He couldn't believe this girl. She was falling right into the same situation as she had before. Floyd just couldn't process what was going through her head. This overheated situation continued to escalate because he felt he was the only sane person there. "Why the hell are you asking me? Do whatever the hell you want girl, you ain't my problem" he said loudly, putting his arrow back into the quiver and strapping his bow to his backpack. Trusting strangers just like that will get you killed.
Floyd then turned back to the kid. "You wanna help her too? Go right ahead!" he yelled at him, walking passed him and laying on the side of a rail car. His arms were crossed and was most obviously pissed. He was thinking whether he should walk away or stay, but couldn't make up his mind. In reality, he wanted to stay, but for so long he'd been fending for his own that he didn't know anything different. Most people go crazy when being alone for so long, but it wasn't like he was isolated from all society. He still went to town from time to time, but it wasn't like he had friends or anything. He hunted to eat, he hunted to live, that was Floyd Conlon.
xcalx1dw said
Afraid yet excited at the same time you could say...afrited
Afrited, lol. Classic.
Floyd - Railroad Tracks - Jessalyn/Tom/Doc(Jack)
Instinctively, Floyd jumped in front of Jessalyn all while removing an arrow from his quiver. He loaded his bow, pulled the string back, and pointed the sharp arrowhead at the good doctor. The white lab coat was covered in filth, he was no longer of high status anymore. His knees were staggered low, seemed to be injured, or maybe just fatigued. Either way, he was not welcomed. Floyd had a hard time accepting people he barely knew, especially those that had more money than him and thought themselves as the elites, aristocrats. "Stay back! And I should be asking you the same question. You don't look so good there doc."
Then within the next few seconds, another figure appeared. This one looked as bad, or even in worse condition than the doctor. He didn't even have any shoes. To make things worse, Floyd couldn't even understand what he was saying, it just sounded like a whole bunch of jibberjabber. He was basically a zombie already, mumbling and moaning like the undead. "Did a walker bite your tongue off boy? Speak properly. What the hell do you two want? Tryin' to rob us? Cuz ima let ya' know I ain't afraid of you! I ain't afraid of nothin' you hear?!"
He took a step forth, taking an offensive position and prepared to shoot if they moved a muscle. Shoot one in the head, drop the bow, pull out the knife, and jam the other in the neck. It was that easy. Floyd couldn't even tell if they had any sort of weapons, that was the issue. It wouldn't be smart to attack head on if they did. One mistake here and his life would be over. For every choice there was a consequence, it's logic.
"How bout' you two just get goin', we ain't got nothin' to share." Then a second thought ran his mind. Why was he using the word 'we', when it didn't even involve the girl behind him, he wasn't with her. What did her safety have to do with him? He just met the girl and is already a part of their group? That'd be irrational and stupid. Once can't just trust strangers like that, it doesn't make sense. It was just her damn innocence, that was what was messing with his head.
Instinctively, Floyd jumped in front of Jessalyn all while removing an arrow from his quiver. He loaded his bow, pulled the string back, and pointed the sharp arrowhead at the good doctor. The white lab coat was covered in filth, he was no longer of high status anymore. His knees were staggered low, seemed to be injured, or maybe just fatigued. Either way, he was not welcomed. Floyd had a hard time accepting people he barely knew, especially those that had more money than him and thought themselves as the elites, aristocrats. "Stay back! And I should be asking you the same question. You don't look so good there doc."
Then within the next few seconds, another figure appeared. This one looked as bad, or even in worse condition than the doctor. He didn't even have any shoes. To make things worse, Floyd couldn't even understand what he was saying, it just sounded like a whole bunch of jibberjabber. He was basically a zombie already, mumbling and moaning like the undead. "Did a walker bite your tongue off boy? Speak properly. What the hell do you two want? Tryin' to rob us? Cuz ima let ya' know I ain't afraid of you! I ain't afraid of nothin' you hear?!"
He took a step forth, taking an offensive position and prepared to shoot if they moved a muscle. Shoot one in the head, drop the bow, pull out the knife, and jam the other in the neck. It was that easy. Floyd couldn't even tell if they had any sort of weapons, that was the issue. It wouldn't be smart to attack head on if they did. One mistake here and his life would be over. For every choice there was a consequence, it's logic.
"How bout' you two just get goin', we ain't got nothin' to share." Then a second thought ran his mind. Why was he using the word 'we', when it didn't even involve the girl behind him, he wasn't with her. What did her safety have to do with him? He just met the girl and is already a part of their group? That'd be irrational and stupid. Once can't just trust strangers like that, it doesn't make sense. It was just her damn innocence, that was what was messing with his head.
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