"Forget it," Aaron grumbled. Not exactly the reaction he expected. "Thanks," He said again as Delilah pulled out the stuff for him to sleep on. He walked over to it and rested the can of macaroni next to it. He turned his thoughts back to Delilah and wondered about her. Maybe something happened to her parents? Or maybe she was simply older than he thought she was. It didn't matter, he somewhat confirmed she was living alone here.
"Are you hungry?" Delilah asked as she began filling a pot with water. "Yeah," He admitted. He was surprised, and maybe a little bothered, that food didn't seem to be much of a problem for her. Perhaps she was one of the lucky ones who managed to raid the stores before they were emptied.
"Did you hear something?" Aaron suddenly asked. He paused, listening. It sounded like a window breaking, but the infected shouldn't have come out yet. He quietly walked over to the door and opened it slightly. Unfortunately, he couldn't see anything from this angle. He'd have to come to the front of the pet store.
"Do you have a weapon? Anything at all?" He asked Delilah quietly.
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Aaron followed Delilah down the stairs, awkwardly trying to pat one of the dogs on the head. He looked around. The place looked very comfortable, at least considering the circumstances. His gaze paused on the television, and he nearly smiled. He assumed that she must live with her parents.
"What's your name then?" He heard her ask.
"Aaron," He replied, "Where are your parents?"
"What's your name then?" He heard her ask.
"Aaron," He replied, "Where are your parents?"
Aaron nodded and walked around to the side of the building. He waited for Delilah to release the ladder and climbed up.
"Thanks..." He said to her. It was here that he realized how small she was. Was she living alone here? If so, he was impressed that she was able to survive this long in the infection. A thought hit him and he glanced up at the sky. His face hardened when he realized that it would be dark soon. He automatically made for the door, then paused.
"Uh, you don't mind if I stay for the night, do you?"
"Thanks..." He said to her. It was here that he realized how small she was. Was she living alone here? If so, he was impressed that she was able to survive this long in the infection. A thought hit him and he glanced up at the sky. His face hardened when he realized that it would be dark soon. He automatically made for the door, then paused.
"Uh, you don't mind if I stay for the night, do you?"
Aaron looked at the stores around him. Most of them seemed to have been raided or destroyed. Nothing here would be a good hideout. He doubted any of them would have any resources left. At that moment, he thought he heard barking when-
"Hey!"
He stopped dead in his tracks. He whipped around and spotted the... little girl? He stared back at her, amazed and shocked. He hadn't seen another survivor in months. He walked back to the pet store and paused at the front door.
"What's your name?" Aaron asked, unsure of what else to say.
"Hey!"
He stopped dead in his tracks. He whipped around and spotted the... little girl? He stared back at her, amazed and shocked. He hadn't seen another survivor in months. He walked back to the pet store and paused at the front door.
"What's your name?" Aaron asked, unsure of what else to say.
Aaron's eyes slowly cracked open. The morning light dimly glowed through the filthy window. He slowly and quietly rose to his feet. In a crouched pose, he approached the window and cautiously looked down at the street. As usual, it was empty. He turned away from the window and walked back to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed and held a hand to his aching head. He stayed in that position for about ten minutes.
He finally lowered his hand and stood up. He walked over to the stairs and pulled away the chairs he used as a barricade. He paused at the top of the stairs and listened for a sound. Except for the birds chirping outside, absolute silence. He slowly stepped down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, he walked to the front door and opened it gently. He looked up and down the street, but it was still empty. Feeling a little relaxed, he walked to the middle of the street and made his way along the neighborhood. He examined the houses he passed, hoping to find a good place to stay at.
He continued walking for about an hour, grimly realizing that all the houses in this neighborhood were already raided. Finding a side street, he decided to escape from the neighborhood and hopefully find a few houses with resources in them. He stepped onto a street with a decent amount of shops. A lot of the stores here wouldn't be of much help, but he paused when he spotted a grocery store nearby. He frowned when he saw the shattered windows and broken door. It must have been raided many times over. He sighed. He was feeling somewhat desperate, however, so he decided it was worth the try. He approached the store and carefully stepped over the broken glass and into the store.
The morning light didn't reach inside the grocery store, and thus it was quite dark.
He looked around the aisles, hoping to find something in the dark. He noticed one of the smaller shelves had been knocked over. He walked over to it, crouched down, and carefully lifted the shelf slightly. He paused as he heard something rolling around. It was close; was it under the shelf? With one arm holding up the shelf, he lowered himself and looked under. A can! He desperately reached out and snatched it out from under the shelf. He stood up as he let the shelf drop. He flinched at the loud noise. He turned his attention back to the can. It was canned macaroni and cheese. It wasn't much, but it would do for now.
He stepped out of the grocery store and made his way down the street, passing a pet store.
He finally lowered his hand and stood up. He walked over to the stairs and pulled away the chairs he used as a barricade. He paused at the top of the stairs and listened for a sound. Except for the birds chirping outside, absolute silence. He slowly stepped down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, he walked to the front door and opened it gently. He looked up and down the street, but it was still empty. Feeling a little relaxed, he walked to the middle of the street and made his way along the neighborhood. He examined the houses he passed, hoping to find a good place to stay at.
He continued walking for about an hour, grimly realizing that all the houses in this neighborhood were already raided. Finding a side street, he decided to escape from the neighborhood and hopefully find a few houses with resources in them. He stepped onto a street with a decent amount of shops. A lot of the stores here wouldn't be of much help, but he paused when he spotted a grocery store nearby. He frowned when he saw the shattered windows and broken door. It must have been raided many times over. He sighed. He was feeling somewhat desperate, however, so he decided it was worth the try. He approached the store and carefully stepped over the broken glass and into the store.
The morning light didn't reach inside the grocery store, and thus it was quite dark.
He looked around the aisles, hoping to find something in the dark. He noticed one of the smaller shelves had been knocked over. He walked over to it, crouched down, and carefully lifted the shelf slightly. He paused as he heard something rolling around. It was close; was it under the shelf? With one arm holding up the shelf, he lowered himself and looked under. A can! He desperately reached out and snatched it out from under the shelf. He stood up as he let the shelf drop. He flinched at the loud noise. He turned his attention back to the can. It was canned macaroni and cheese. It wasn't much, but it would do for now.
He stepped out of the grocery store and made his way down the street, passing a pet store.
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Name: Aaron Clifford
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Mental Gender: Male
Personality: He used to be a pretty cheerful guy, but no more. He seems angry or depressed most of the time. He dislikes the idea of grouping up with others.
Base: After the infected tore down his home, he wanders from house to house, looking for a place he deems truly safe.
Bio: When the infestation broke out, he tried to hold out in his house with his girlfriend. He under-estimated the strength of the infected, however, and they broke in. They had nothing to defend themselves with, and he had to watch his girlfriend ripped apart before his very eyes. He managed to tear down some of the barricades and escape through the backdoor at the last second. He ran for what felt like hours. He finally found an abandoned house and held out until morning.
Relationship status: Single
Crush?: N/A
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Appearance: 6'0, white, shaggy black hair, dull blueish grey eyes. He wears a black jacket over a white t-shirt. He wears his old hiking boots as well as a pair of dirty jeans.
Extra: He used to go hiking and camping with his girlfriend. He's built a decent amount of stamina for running and vaguely knows a few survival techniques, but barely remembers them.
Name: Aaron Clifford
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Mental Gender: Male
Personality: He used to be a pretty cheerful guy, but no more. He seems angry or depressed most of the time. He dislikes the idea of grouping up with others.
Base: After the infected tore down his home, he wanders from house to house, looking for a place he deems truly safe.
Bio: When the infestation broke out, he tried to hold out in his house with his girlfriend. He under-estimated the strength of the infected, however, and they broke in. They had nothing to defend themselves with, and he had to watch his girlfriend ripped apart before his very eyes. He managed to tear down some of the barricades and escape through the backdoor at the last second. He ran for what felt like hours. He finally found an abandoned house and held out until morning.
Relationship status: Single
Crush?: N/A
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Appearance: 6'0, white, shaggy black hair, dull blueish grey eyes. He wears a black jacket over a white t-shirt. He wears his old hiking boots as well as a pair of dirty jeans.
Extra: He used to go hiking and camping with his girlfriend. He's built a decent amount of stamina for running and vaguely knows a few survival techniques, but barely remembers them.
This looks like fun. Might I reserve a spot? I can't write a CS tonight.
I'm afraid I'm getting a bit bored. I'm losing inspiration, and I want to try something new. I regret I won't be with the role-play till the end, but I guess I'm leaving.
Thanks, it's been fun. Hope to see you again around here.
Thanks, it's been fun. Hope to see you again around here.
Katrina paused and turned to glare at Henry, "I am not leaving him. If you are not willing to help, I suggest you clear off." She turned back to the Oblivion Gate and continued. She stumbled to the side as the world began to spin again. She gritted her teeth and finally threw herself and Brogan through the portal. She stumbled onto the other side of the portal, finally back on Tamriel. She gave herself a minute to adjust to the sudden change, and made her way to some large rocks nearby. She gently lowered Brogan down to the grass and let him lean on one of the rocks.
Katrina crouched down in front of him and examined his jaw. She frowned as she seemed to spot something out of the ordinary and gently touched his jaw. She flinched and pulled back, quickly realizing that something was very wrong. She would have to strain herself to the very limits, and even then he'd need a professional healer to fully solve this.
She decided to wait until he woke up again. He might be able to tell her if he was injured anywhere else. If he could even speak...
She sighed and turned away. She watched the Oblivion Gate with a hand on the handle of her sword, just in case anything emerged.
Katrina crouched down in front of him and examined his jaw. She frowned as she seemed to spot something out of the ordinary and gently touched his jaw. She flinched and pulled back, quickly realizing that something was very wrong. She would have to strain herself to the very limits, and even then he'd need a professional healer to fully solve this.
She decided to wait until he woke up again. He might be able to tell her if he was injured anywhere else. If he could even speak...
She sighed and turned away. She watched the Oblivion Gate with a hand on the handle of her sword, just in case anything emerged.
"I'm fine!" Katrina said, rather more angrily than she intended. She was furious at how weak she appeared. She sighed and rubbed her eyes. She started as Brogan began to stand. He suddenly swayed and began to fall back down. She panicked and grabbed him before he hit the ground, lowering him down gently. He shook his head at her, and she understood.
"...Sorry for being a burden..." Brogan said, leaning on her shoulder. She shook her head and was about to reply when he slumped. She froze, but relaxed once she realized he only lost consciousness. She wrapped his arm over her shoulders and took a deep breath. With all her strength, she lifted her tired body and Brogan off of the ground. She turned towards the Oblivion Gate. She had made up her mind; no matter what Dralith would think, she was going to take Brogan out of here. He was in no condition to fight, and they needed peace if she was to heal him. And so she slowly made her way over to the Gate.
"...Sorry for being a burden..." Brogan said, leaning on her shoulder. She shook her head and was about to reply when he slumped. She froze, but relaxed once she realized he only lost consciousness. She wrapped his arm over her shoulders and took a deep breath. With all her strength, she lifted her tired body and Brogan off of the ground. She turned towards the Oblivion Gate. She had made up her mind; no matter what Dralith would think, she was going to take Brogan out of here. He was in no condition to fight, and they needed peace if she was to heal him. And so she slowly made her way over to the Gate.
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