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"Sir, are you just fucking with me or what? Because, that is the dumbest story I have heard in awhile. 'A mother, uncle, sister, cat fucking golf club' what was that about? Sorry, that was rude, but I had to laugh at the crappy story. "I'm Officer Earles. What are you guy's names?".

“Crappy story!?” Conell yelled, throwing his arms up in the air and grabbing his short hair, exhaling sharply before starting off again.

“Listen. The golf club didn't really fuck anybody, it wasn't exactly it's choice, but the man who wielded it used it to try and fuck me! You get it! He swung it at my head! He tried to split my melon! Splinter my wood! Burst my bubble! Crack my safe! Give me a permanent anti-depressant to the side of my damn head! He tried to fuck my head open with a nine iron! It's not a damn story, it's a tale of true events! Recent events! … Fuck it... Never mind.”

“I'm Conell. A real pleasure.” Conell spoke, zoning out and shaking his head in disbelief. This is why he had spent most of his life attacking screws.
I would hope so, but let me know if it isn't. I'll try and work out a way to make it so it is. :)
"Good to meet you also Conell. My friend there is Luke. The rest of our group isn't that far away - we're just here siphoning gas and getting whatever was left in the station store just there." Marshall stated, informing him of recent events. "These... Walkers. They're everywhere - as far as we've seen most of the population has been wiped out. Killed many of them?"

“Cool to meet you bro. Enjoy that pistol, it's pretty new as far as I can tell. Not a lot of rounds though...” Conell spoke, smiling at Luke. “That's a good plan, these places have been gold mines since it happened.” Conell smiled. He had found some pretty awesome things in these type of places whilst he had been travelling. “I've killed more than my fair share. It's hard to remember how many. The days and kills kind of blur after a while don't they?”
A short while later Conell absolutely could not fucking believe it when a cop pulled up with sirens and everything. His jaw literally dropped. Even in the damn apocalypse he couldn't escape those annoying bastards.

When the bloke asked what was with the blood on his shirt Conell became dumbfounded. Was he for real? Was he going to ask why they were carrying guns next? Maybe he was just really good at spotting fresher blood though. It did look kind of different than walker blood after all. Either way Conell couldn't help himself. The sight of a cop just set him off.

“Well officer, I was searching through a shop when some asshole swung a mother, uncle, sister, cat fucking golf club at my head! Rather than, what would you call it, use... Uh, deadly force and stab his pansy ass to death, I instead elected to quickly, and rather efficiently if I do say so myself, beat several shades of shit out of him. He's alive though, if not exactly well, and I even left him a jar of... Baby food. See, no crime here. Complete self fucking defence.”

Conell laughed before rubbing his forehead as if he were stressed out.

“Fucking Max Max. Priceless.”
Night mate.

Haha, sorry Rare, Conell isn't the biggest fan of cops.
So Conell's the guy in the bloody shirt!? Yay!
Awesome! Though there should be three guys Rare. Conell, Marshall and Luke. Both Conell and Marshall are bloodied too, so you may need to widen that question to both of us, ha-ha.
Welcome mate. :)
I sent Thrills a message. Hopefully he finds it.
Aye, sometimes.
Sometimes I read the IC posts before jumping into an RP and sometimes I don't. I didn't thoroughly this time. Sometimes it's awesome going into it like your character is; blind. :D At least IMO. Though obviously that leaves the problem with environmental details and such. The picture M posted of the gas station a little while ago is pretty good.
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