Avatar of Shoe Thief

Status

Recent Statuses

5 yrs ago
Current Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure.
2 likes
5 yrs ago
Finally got into D&D. Now I feel trapped and I am in love. Should I ask for help or ask where I can get more dice?
2 likes
5 yrs ago
Breaks ups are weird. Not sure how to feel about the other person, or about yourself. It hurts for sure, but it's weird and uncomfortable just how different things seem now.
2 likes
5 yrs ago
I get that dude. Could be one of those days, in the smae boat myself. Hope you're doing better soon though!
1 like
5 yrs ago
It's an ass kick ass world out there. And all we can do about it is keep kicking ass .

Bio

Welcome to my profile! I decided I needed to update this, and I don't have much for updating... Only in a single role-play right now, so far it's going really well!

Most Recent Posts

Now, Hunter must make the choice of doing the right thing, or using his tools to solve his own problem. Bum Bum Bum.
I am wanting to post. just gonna be a bit to find time to read all that... AFTER THAT! I SHALL POST THE AWESOMENESS!
Hunter Monroe



When thrown into a stressful situation, you really learn what people will do to survive. What people will do to one another for something as simple as a bottle of water, for a granola bar, for some bread. And well holding that shotgun in his hands Hunter was in a moment where he was about to find out what he would do just to survive. He saw the woman give the young child the bread, there was another child who also looked healthy. It was hard to say how much food they had, but Hunter didn't have any at all. He was a decent shot, he could take them all out in seconds, so fast that no one would even know what had hit them. He was still strong enough to handle the gun in his hands, another day or two with out eating and maybe he wouldn't be. Another day or two he may be dead of dehydration.

He raised the shotgun, taking aim at the mother first. But the moment he braced the gun against his shoulder he about threw up. His body froze as the firearm hit the ground. What kind of person was he becoming where he was willing to shoot a family just for a meal, with children so young. And he was about to kill them all. Was it even what he was becoming now? What if he was already this new kind of person? He picked up the gun and threw it over his shoulder. "Excuse me miss? Everything okay?" He tried to speak in a non threatening tone. Which was hard to say how well it was working, he was still panicked about his actions, and he had two guns on his back at the moment. Considering she seemed unarmed it was hard to say how she would react to him walking up to her.
@XxLyraxX
Well, hopefully we'll see you again someday!
Sorry I took so long to post, despite getting out of school I got a lot more work then usually. I want to say I will do better now? But I have school tomorrow and I am running on little sleep right now.
@Aintitfun1997@Alina13
Hunter started going through the trailer. He had more then enough things for one person to survive out here, but three was a lot for what supplies and items he had on him. "Got a few blankets? And a few pillows. Other then that the trailer has no heating. Had propane heat for a while but not sure if that works, and if it did we don't have propane either." He spoke to Justine as he kept looking for something to help keep warm with. "I mean if you really wanted to I could lite a fire in the sink and open all the windows. Considered trying that a few nights ago when it got really cold." He did try it, all he did was make a mess of everything. Also nothing really burned at that.

Hunter looked at Krystyn as she crawled into the bed. Then back to Justine. "Hey guys look, I don't really sleep much at night as it is. You guys get some rest with what is available and I will keep watch from the truck. If there is a problem I'll honk the horn or something, maybe flash the lights." Hunter was always a kind of awkward person, he liked having his own space, and he normally was not comfortable touching people. Huddling for warmth was also something that fell into that category.

He grabbed one of the spare sheets and threw it over his shoulder with the pump action in his hand. "Lock the door behind me, I have a key so don't worry about me getting locked out or anything. Do not open the door for anyone, no matter what." He glanced at the break action shotgun on the small kitchen counter. "The other shotgun is on the counter if you need it, hopefully you don't. Any questions before I head to the truck?"
So I plan on posting again, does anyone mind that I will be double posting to do so? If so please let me know. I plan to make the post tomorrow after my testing.
Sorry I took forever to post, I have one up now and I will try and be a lot better at posting int he future.
@Aintitfun1997@Alina13
Hunter looked at the shotgun in his hands once Justine asked him about the ammo. "Hard to say, ammunition has always been complicated. Out of what I had this morning there are 4 twelve gauge slugs, all of which will only fit in the single barrel shotgun, maybe 8 pheasant shot, which function a lot like turkey loads. And roughly 27 training loads which I shouldn't have to explain why those don't really count for the ammunition. And I have no idea on the .22, maybe 15 rounds?" He grabbed the rifle as he walked into the camper. "Maybe less, I'll know once I count it up." He set the shotguns and the rifle down to the side inside the camper, a lot of shots were fired so infected may come, though there wasn't a lot of room inside the small trailer.

Hunter looked at Krystyn as she spoke. She was right, he wasn't sure about Justine but he didn't have another fight in him. He wasn't that strong, he wasn't really good with endurance, what he was good at doing was pushing himself until he couldn't do anything. "We shouldn't worry too much, the infected rarely get out here, with that never in numbers larger then one or two. And if we're lucky the traps will buy us time." He attempted a smile, which was hard because he was more or less lying about the traps stopping the infected. The traps consisted of one bear trap, a few strands of wire, a poorly dug trench about 2 feet deep and about 10 feet long, and a few noise traps. Mostly made out of cans and bottles. "We'll be fine until morning, once that point comes we can go back to town, find your friend, and restock on ammunition."
Hunter Monroe


So the argument with Delilah was a good way to put Hunter in a shit mood. But what really got Hunter was what she said about the monthly food things. He was about to ask what food shipments when she had already left. "What fucking food packages!?" He was trying to think, then it occurred to him. He had moved so many times in the last few months he didn't even know his own address. Some ass hat was getting his food! Not that he really wanted it if it was from her, but still! Hunter wanted to start yelling and going after her, but when he was about to start he realized... would he normally do this? Was he even in control of himself anymore? He looked at his own hands for a moment. "fuck..." Then he panicked, and ran.

Hunter didn't make it far before his drunk ass tripped over a table and a few chairs. He stood back up again only to do it again a second time. By the third time he sat himself down in one of the hallways to the boat, unable to keep focused on pretty much anything. "What... Am I doing.... with my life..." He looked around at the many doors in the hall, he wasn't a lone, but he was alone as he could be in a place like this.

But he realized, this ship is filled with thousands of people. He could just be careful, and avoid her things should be fine. Set rules, that's what he had to do. As long as he didn't break the rules he should be fine! Rule one, No more drinking. Rule two, Do not talk to Delilah. Rule three, do not talk to pretty girls just because they are pretty, that never ends well. Rule four, no home made fireworks, the probation officer is already pissed off enough. Rule five, have fun! "I... that can be done..."

He stood up with a smile, or as much of one as he could pull off. He quickly noticed the tears fall off his face. Why was he crying? Dammit this is a vacation! Not a crying fest! He wiped his face and ran back outside, he was determined to enjoy this time. Hunter ran around for a moment, almost tripping but still avoiding it. He was still buzzed but he was actually focused on focusing.

Took him only a moment to find both Jareth, and Julius. "GUYS! Guess what! I heard a rumor that they have other pretty girls away from this pool! Let's go anywhere else but here!" He said with a huge smile across his face. "In fact! Let's go to the upper decks! That's all great views and stuff!"
© 2007-2026
BBCode Cheatsheet