Used to it definetly, wont make it much easier.
Also thats the CS for my new character. IDK how long I'll keep him alive all I know is we'll be meeting him at Marshall's crib.
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Name: Albert "Uncle" Scott
Age: 49
Apperance
Weighing at 170.
Gender: Male
Family: David Scott - Brother, Marshall Scott - Uncle, Noah Scott - Great Uncle
Personality: Easy to get on with, humorous, tough at face value, heart of steel. The kind of guy you want on your side. Grew up country.
Bio: Brother to Marshall's father, but when their parents split up, Albert lived with his father - who moved all the way to Louisiana, and he had a country upbringing - unlike his brother, who moved with their mother into the city - with a city upbringing. He learned to shoot at a young age and went to the local school.
He went to jail at 16 for possession of illegal substances (Marijuana) and then again at 30 for robbery. He only committed crimes that he had too... Except smoking weed he did that because he liked it. Not a bad man - just got fucked by the government with their taxes etc.
He went to Los Angeles 3 days before the outbreak to visit Marshall and his Brother - and brothers wife. The apocalypse had begun, and he had just made it to Marshall's house - - - to find it empty. He came down to take Marshall hunting, which he did once a year.
Job Before The Outbreak: Working at the bar.
Disability/Fear: Walkers, alcoholic
Weapon of Choice: Thomson .22 Hunting Rifle
Terminus perhaps?
Age: 49
Apperance
Weighing at 170.
Gender: Male
Family: David Scott - Brother, Marshall Scott - Uncle, Noah Scott - Great Uncle
Personality: Easy to get on with, humorous, tough at face value, heart of steel. The kind of guy you want on your side. Grew up country.
Bio: Brother to Marshall's father, but when their parents split up, Albert lived with his father - who moved all the way to Louisiana, and he had a country upbringing - unlike his brother, who moved with their mother into the city - with a city upbringing. He learned to shoot at a young age and went to the local school.
He went to jail at 16 for possession of illegal substances (Marijuana) and then again at 30 for robbery. He only committed crimes that he had too... Except smoking weed he did that because he liked it. Not a bad man - just got fucked by the government with their taxes etc.
He went to Los Angeles 3 days before the outbreak to visit Marshall and his Brother - and brothers wife. The apocalypse had begun, and he had just made it to Marshall's house - - - to find it empty. He came down to take Marshall hunting, which he did once a year.
Job Before The Outbreak: Working at the bar.
Disability/Fear: Walkers, alcoholic
Weapon of Choice: Thomson .22 Hunting Rifle
Terminus perhaps?
It'll take me a while to get used to the fact Luke's gone man. He was my brother. Always had my back no matter what even if I was wrong...
Waiting to see the groups reaction <\3
Easily the hardest post I've written in the RP </3
No reply to the cop. Marshall sat in the car, as Conell got in shotgun - he didn't close the door though. He leant out of it. "I don't - - feel so good." Marshall said, he felt something from under the seat, reaching down and grabbing it. It was a glass object - it was a bottle. Bringing it up he read the label. "Fuck yeah. Chances of findin' some whiskey huh? Just our fuckin' luck." Marshall stated, as he opened it and took a really drink of it. "Want some?" He asks Conell, as he starts the car and drives off down the road.
Nearing the groups location, about two minutes later, Marshall stops the car as he sees them down the road. "Here we go..." He says, taking the bottle and putting it back where he found it - with about 1/4th left. Marshall can handle alcohol well. It'd take more than half a bottle of Whiskey to get him drunk. "Need to tell 'em... See, Luke? He was lookin' after a little girl. How the fuck do I tell 'em?" Marshall says, sighing. "Okay. I know what to say." Marshall states, as he looks back through the read window, and sees the body wrapped up. He continues to drive down, and parks next to the rest of them - with the back of the pickup faced away from everyone so it wasn't in their line of view. "Okay... Stay here. And this time - do what I fucking say - please. My best friend just kinda died, lemme' go talk to them before I tell them about you guys. Christ." He says, unlocking the door, kicking it with force and steps out.
"Everybody, gather round a sec'. Nevermind the cop car or the pickup right now I gotta - gotta say somethin'." Marshall states aloud - as the group members begin to come close. He waited a few moments, and everyone had came close. He looked at the little girl - and a tear fell. "We were about done. Met two new people - but I'll get to that later. We were about done and - Luke got angry. He picked an argument and he er - stormed off..." Marshall said. The sweat from Marshall's head ran down his face through the blood - by the time the sweat had fell off his head it was partially red. "We - shortly after, me and these two guys left the gas station and drove - drove down the road and we er... We saw Luke. He collapsed right in front of the car, a few feet away next to some god forsaken tree."
"I got out, walked right up to him. Looked him straight in the eyes and he told me, when he was arguing he didn't mean any of it he just - just needed an excuse to leave us at the gas station so we wouldn't see him - see him... Luke - " Marshall wiped the tears running down his face. "One of the Walkers got Luke - back at the house when we were tryna' make it out of there. He got infected and it didn't take its toll on him until just then. He handed me his machete..." Marshall said, feeling the blade in his belt. "He said he didn't want to turn - to become one of those things..."
"The fuck am I to deny a dying man his last wish?"
"Luke died today... Just recently. He..." Marshall stated, feeling his revolver as a tear hits the ground. "He won't b- be comin' back." Marshall's voice stuttered - his heart fell in to his stomach. "H-... He said burning him would make a fire, attracting Walkers, burying him would take time. He couldn't be eaten by one of them - his dead body. We have too much respect for him to leave him there. 'wrapped his body up in sheets, that were in the back of the pick up I took from the Gas Station. Must've been in there so stop whatever they were putting in the back to not scratch the paint and whatever. When we stop again, when we - when we find a place to hold up, be it only a night. We should bury Luke, we'll find a shovel and - a place."
"We owe it to him... Luke was, Luke kept the humanity in the group. He never let the morality fall. I know that - I know he always had my back, if I ever needed him to. He would always Luke out for me, always choose the right thing to do. It's crazy... How much respect you can have for a person after only around a day of knowing him. But us and Luke? We went through a lot together..." Marshall wiped his eyes again. "He would side with the right decision. He was a good man, and a brilliant human being. He was the best..." Marshall stated.
As he finished off the last sentence, he walked over to Ash, and kneeled down to her - wiping the tears off his eyes. He sniffled. "I know Luke - I know he was your... Your guardian." Marshall said, putting his arms on her shoulders. "He was a good man. He won't be forgotten - I promise you that." He said, wiping her eyes. "In his last words he - he mentioned you he... He asked us to take care of you - don't worry about that. He loved you, Ashley. He gave me his machete, but I think when the time is right you should have it. He wanted the best for you - and asked me - asked us to make sure you were fine. Don't worry about your safety..." He says, looking into her eyes as she cried. He stepped back, and saw the emotions on peoples faces. All upset, most tearful and what not. Some people looked as if they were losing hope - losing faith, and the will to carry on.
Marshall looked at the cop, and Conell in the cars. He mouthed, Stay for now... They could understand why Marshall would ask them to remain.
"He told me he trusted me - and he wanted me to say goodbye to everyone from him..." He saw how everyone was losing hope after losing one of the most memorable people... "I know -" Marshall wiped his eyes with his bloody t-shirt, he was crying just like pretty much everyone. "I know - it looks bad... I can't - " Crying, Marshall was lost for words. "I know it looks bad but we - we can come back, from this, I know we can. We need to - to push on... Luke would've wanted us to keep going. To Not give up. We've - we've got to go soon. We've got to keep fighting. There has to be somewhere - a place. Somewhere we can stay in, maintain, fortify maybe... For now we've got to keep going."
"That is how we honour Luke."
"We need to take our time - bide it. We grieve... We move on soon but for now we need to just - " Marshall stopped, as he couldn't help but just let the tears flow. "Take our time..." Marshall said, as he sat back on the ground, and just lay there, crying, remembering his best friend, holding Luke's machete beside his heart.
Nearing the groups location, about two minutes later, Marshall stops the car as he sees them down the road. "Here we go..." He says, taking the bottle and putting it back where he found it - with about 1/4th left. Marshall can handle alcohol well. It'd take more than half a bottle of Whiskey to get him drunk. "Need to tell 'em... See, Luke? He was lookin' after a little girl. How the fuck do I tell 'em?" Marshall says, sighing. "Okay. I know what to say." Marshall states, as he looks back through the read window, and sees the body wrapped up. He continues to drive down, and parks next to the rest of them - with the back of the pickup faced away from everyone so it wasn't in their line of view. "Okay... Stay here. And this time - do what I fucking say - please. My best friend just kinda died, lemme' go talk to them before I tell them about you guys. Christ." He says, unlocking the door, kicking it with force and steps out.
"Everybody, gather round a sec'. Nevermind the cop car or the pickup right now I gotta - gotta say somethin'." Marshall states aloud - as the group members begin to come close. He waited a few moments, and everyone had came close. He looked at the little girl - and a tear fell. "We were about done. Met two new people - but I'll get to that later. We were about done and - Luke got angry. He picked an argument and he er - stormed off..." Marshall said. The sweat from Marshall's head ran down his face through the blood - by the time the sweat had fell off his head it was partially red. "We - shortly after, me and these two guys left the gas station and drove - drove down the road and we er... We saw Luke. He collapsed right in front of the car, a few feet away next to some god forsaken tree."
"I got out, walked right up to him. Looked him straight in the eyes and he told me, when he was arguing he didn't mean any of it he just - just needed an excuse to leave us at the gas station so we wouldn't see him - see him... Luke - " Marshall wiped the tears running down his face. "One of the Walkers got Luke - back at the house when we were tryna' make it out of there. He got infected and it didn't take its toll on him until just then. He handed me his machete..." Marshall said, feeling the blade in his belt. "He said he didn't want to turn - to become one of those things..."
"The fuck am I to deny a dying man his last wish?"
"Luke died today... Just recently. He..." Marshall stated, feeling his revolver as a tear hits the ground. "He won't b- be comin' back." Marshall's voice stuttered - his heart fell in to his stomach. "H-... He said burning him would make a fire, attracting Walkers, burying him would take time. He couldn't be eaten by one of them - his dead body. We have too much respect for him to leave him there. 'wrapped his body up in sheets, that were in the back of the pick up I took from the Gas Station. Must've been in there so stop whatever they were putting in the back to not scratch the paint and whatever. When we stop again, when we - when we find a place to hold up, be it only a night. We should bury Luke, we'll find a shovel and - a place."
"We owe it to him... Luke was, Luke kept the humanity in the group. He never let the morality fall. I know that - I know he always had my back, if I ever needed him to. He would always Luke out for me, always choose the right thing to do. It's crazy... How much respect you can have for a person after only around a day of knowing him. But us and Luke? We went through a lot together..." Marshall wiped his eyes again. "He would side with the right decision. He was a good man, and a brilliant human being. He was the best..." Marshall stated.
As he finished off the last sentence, he walked over to Ash, and kneeled down to her - wiping the tears off his eyes. He sniffled. "I know Luke - I know he was your... Your guardian." Marshall said, putting his arms on her shoulders. "He was a good man. He won't be forgotten - I promise you that." He said, wiping her eyes. "In his last words he - he mentioned you he... He asked us to take care of you - don't worry about that. He loved you, Ashley. He gave me his machete, but I think when the time is right you should have it. He wanted the best for you - and asked me - asked us to make sure you were fine. Don't worry about your safety..." He says, looking into her eyes as she cried. He stepped back, and saw the emotions on peoples faces. All upset, most tearful and what not. Some people looked as if they were losing hope - losing faith, and the will to carry on.
Marshall looked at the cop, and Conell in the cars. He mouthed, Stay for now... They could understand why Marshall would ask them to remain.
"He told me he trusted me - and he wanted me to say goodbye to everyone from him..." He saw how everyone was losing hope after losing one of the most memorable people... "I know -" Marshall wiped his eyes with his bloody t-shirt, he was crying just like pretty much everyone. "I know - it looks bad... I can't - " Crying, Marshall was lost for words. "I know it looks bad but we - we can come back, from this, I know we can. We need to - to push on... Luke would've wanted us to keep going. To Not give up. We've - we've got to go soon. We've got to keep fighting. There has to be somewhere - a place. Somewhere we can stay in, maintain, fortify maybe... For now we've got to keep going."
"That is how we honour Luke."
"We need to take our time - bide it. We grieve... We move on soon but for now we need to just - " Marshall stopped, as he couldn't help but just let the tears flow. "Take our time..." Marshall said, as he sat back on the ground, and just lay there, crying, remembering his best friend, holding Luke's machete beside his heart.
Omfg I'm so glad to see you're back I thought you had left LOL.
Camp fell, we're on the road now. New people, Luke just died. That's the jist of it all.
Camp fell, we're on the road now. New people, Luke just died. That's the jist of it all.
I'll be getting one up now where I walk in to camp and announce he's dead): I'll begin writing momentarily.
If you so wish brother. Steer clear of the off-road at the gas station if possible
Marshall and Luke just met two new people. I reccomend stumbling accross the others, they are on the highway waiting for us to get back, and the scene ended with me telling Conell "Let's go", entering the car and driving
So sad man):
So sad man):
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