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12 yrs ago
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Hi my lovely people. So I had a quick question, it's a two parter. Who is a female and who is a guy? I like to know just in case I address anyone I won't accidentally call a girl a guy and what not. Annnnnd what are y'all's thoughts on a skype group chat?
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Scarlett smiled as she heard the young man explain himself. "Don't worry, we would've done the same thing." Samantha dropped her hands and watched the two in front of them. "We wouldn't mind trading though! I believe we have an extra bottle of peroxide. As for the medicine, there's a ton in the restroom down the hallway. Sam and I didn't know what was what so we left it there."
As Scarlett spoke, Samantha hesitantly knelt down to get the extra bottle of peroxide. They had yet to encounter other humans since they left their college campus when it began to fill with the walkers.
"If you don't mind me asking, which way did you guys come from?" Samantha let Scarlett do all the talking, only nodding in acknowledgment to questions or shaking her head in disapproval. After she had found the peroxide, her eyes lingered on the ammo. Scarlett must have not mentioned it on purpose. They had three mags each on their person, not including the one already loaded. Giving one up would be a great loss.
It was only a second that she lingered before zipping the backpack up.
"Here you go." Samantha said quietly, slowly walking over to them, her eyes darting from the weapons to their faces. Scarlett might have put up a good act of being calm and friendly but Samantha didn't, and she didn't try to hide it either.
Scarlett smiled as she heard the young man explain himself. "Don't worry, we would've done the same thing." Samantha dropped her hands and watched the two in front of them. "We wouldn't mind trading though! I believe we have an extra bottle of peroxide. As for the medicine, there's a ton in the restroom down the hallway. Sam and I didn't know what was what so we left it there."
As Scarlett spoke, Samantha hesitantly knelt down to get the extra bottle of peroxide. They had yet to encounter other humans since they left their college campus when it began to fill with the walkers.
"If you don't mind me asking, which way did you guys come from?" Samantha let Scarlett do all the talking, only nodding in acknowledgment to questions or shaking her head in disapproval. After she had found the peroxide, her eyes lingered on the ammo. Scarlett must have not mentioned it on purpose. They had three mags each on their person, not including the one already loaded. Giving one up would be a great loss.
It was only a second that she lingered before zipping the backpack up.
"Here you go." Samantha said quietly, slowly walking over to them, her eyes darting from the weapons to their faces. Scarlett might have put up a good act of being calm and friendly but Samantha didn't, and she didn't try to hide it either.
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After walking for what seemed like endless amount of hours, the sisters had finally found a small house made of logs. "Yes!" Samantha nearly hissed it since they had been keeping their voices down. "I'll go around the back." Scarlett nodded at Samantha once and they parted their ways; Samantha going around the back and Scarlett through the front. As she got to the back door, she breathed in deeper and slower. 'Alright.... Easy.... Easy...' Ever so slowly, Samantha opened the door, making a face and cringing every time the door squeaked. She could only imagine Scarlett as she opened the door.
Once the door was open, Samantha crouched down and crept in quietly, closing it softly behind her. The small Click behind her making her jump. She breathed in deeply once more and crept forward, her crossbow in the ready carry. Scarlett had made herself inside already as well, she had already cleared one room and walked out of the hall, giving Samantha the clear signal. Samantha nodded and went on Into the cafeteria. She nearly screamed as she saw the corpse of a dog on the floor. She felt her stomach drop and shook her head. "That would explain the smell. Scar, can you find some kind of blanket?" Samantha walked out of the room and sat her stuff down on the couch. "I'll get it. We can stay here for the night and head out as soon as we organize our shit in the morning."
After they had awoken, they prepared their things to head out, turning the house nearly inside out for more supplies. "Which way do we head to now?" Samantha and Scarlett were crouched down shoving things In their backpacks, rushing to get out. "If we go...." "Shut up...." "What?" "Sam shut up.... Do you hear that?" Samantha turned and listened quietly, her heart dropping when a mans voice abruptly began to voice commands. The girls both jumped up immediately and turned around, their hands up. Both their weapons were on the couch behind them so the others already had the advantage. "Please! Please don't shoot... We don't mean anyone any harm. We were just on our way out." Scarlett spoke to them in a friendly and soft voice, almost inviting. Samantha shot a glance at her then back at the strangers. "Would you mind keeping your voice down? It'd be a shame if we all died right now because someone couldn't use their inside voice." Samantha glared at the strangers, wishing she could at least have a blade in her hand.
After walking for what seemed like endless amount of hours, the sisters had finally found a small house made of logs. "Yes!" Samantha nearly hissed it since they had been keeping their voices down. "I'll go around the back." Scarlett nodded at Samantha once and they parted their ways; Samantha going around the back and Scarlett through the front. As she got to the back door, she breathed in deeper and slower. 'Alright.... Easy.... Easy...' Ever so slowly, Samantha opened the door, making a face and cringing every time the door squeaked. She could only imagine Scarlett as she opened the door.
Once the door was open, Samantha crouched down and crept in quietly, closing it softly behind her. The small Click behind her making her jump. She breathed in deeply once more and crept forward, her crossbow in the ready carry. Scarlett had made herself inside already as well, she had already cleared one room and walked out of the hall, giving Samantha the clear signal. Samantha nodded and went on Into the cafeteria. She nearly screamed as she saw the corpse of a dog on the floor. She felt her stomach drop and shook her head. "That would explain the smell. Scar, can you find some kind of blanket?" Samantha walked out of the room and sat her stuff down on the couch. "I'll get it. We can stay here for the night and head out as soon as we organize our shit in the morning."
After they had awoken, they prepared their things to head out, turning the house nearly inside out for more supplies. "Which way do we head to now?" Samantha and Scarlett were crouched down shoving things In their backpacks, rushing to get out. "If we go...." "Shut up...." "What?" "Sam shut up.... Do you hear that?" Samantha turned and listened quietly, her heart dropping when a mans voice abruptly began to voice commands. The girls both jumped up immediately and turned around, their hands up. Both their weapons were on the couch behind them so the others already had the advantage. "Please! Please don't shoot... We don't mean anyone any harm. We were just on our way out." Scarlett spoke to them in a friendly and soft voice, almost inviting. Samantha shot a glance at her then back at the strangers. "Would you mind keeping your voice down? It'd be a shame if we all died right now because someone couldn't use their inside voice." Samantha glared at the strangers, wishing she could at least have a blade in her hand.
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12 yrs ago
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Name : Samantha and Scarlett Watson
Age: 25
Height
Samantha: 5'3"
Scarlett: 5'4" and 1/2
Weight: Samantha is a bit more curvy than Scarlett. She weighs around 125 while Scarlett weighs about 115.
Appearance
Samantha: Sam has long, curly, dirty blonde hair that falls to the small of her back. Her eyes are a hazel/green color and she has plenty of tan freckles around her small nose and cheeks, her skin tan. Having played soccer, mainly being the goalie for many years, she is definitely the more "tom boyish" type, and typically wears tan combat boots, light blue skinny jeans and a white long sleeve blouse with a leather jacket over it. She also has a full tattoo sleeve on her right arm.
Scarlett: She has short, dirty blonde hair styled in a pixie cut. Her eyes a more green than hazel but she has the same freckles that her twin sister has, the same tan skin. Unlike her sister, Scarlett is a bit more graceful, having spent her years in gymnastics and ballet. She has no tattoos and the only piercings that she has are the two on her ears. She prefers to wear clothing that will help her remain free and flexible. She's usually wearing some sort of running pants or leggings, a loose long sleeved black shirt and a black hoodie over it; she wears this along with running shoes.
History: The only few things I'll put out about the sisters is that they're identical twins. They are originally from Pheonix, Arizona but ended up in the city when they both received full ride scholarships for two different reasons. They were the eldest of their siblings. Having a younger sister and a baby brother that were killed when the outbreak happened, along with their parents.
Personality: Samantha is a very blunt girl. She takes a while to open up and only cares about her survival as well as her sister's. If she likes you, she's a complete sweetheart and will do whatever she can to make sure you're safe. She might seem like a smartass, a dick at times, but she does cry easily.
Scarlett on the other hand is a complete sweetheart from the moment she meets someone.
While Sam is a somewhat difficult to approach, Scarlett will welcome almost anyone with open arms and a smile on her face. Don't let it fool you though. Once Scarlett is pissed, she has no mercy. Unlike her sister, Scarlett rarely sheds tears and has no problem showing someone that they should fear humans more than the zombies around them.
Weapon: Both girls carry a 9mm beretta on them at all time with a couple extra mags in their backpacks. Samantha carries a black and pink crossbow while Scarlett caries a black, gator machete pro hanging from her hip.
Age: 25
Height
Samantha: 5'3"
Scarlett: 5'4" and 1/2
Weight: Samantha is a bit more curvy than Scarlett. She weighs around 125 while Scarlett weighs about 115.
Appearance
Samantha: Sam has long, curly, dirty blonde hair that falls to the small of her back. Her eyes are a hazel/green color and she has plenty of tan freckles around her small nose and cheeks, her skin tan. Having played soccer, mainly being the goalie for many years, she is definitely the more "tom boyish" type, and typically wears tan combat boots, light blue skinny jeans and a white long sleeve blouse with a leather jacket over it. She also has a full tattoo sleeve on her right arm.
Scarlett: She has short, dirty blonde hair styled in a pixie cut. Her eyes a more green than hazel but she has the same freckles that her twin sister has, the same tan skin. Unlike her sister, Scarlett is a bit more graceful, having spent her years in gymnastics and ballet. She has no tattoos and the only piercings that she has are the two on her ears. She prefers to wear clothing that will help her remain free and flexible. She's usually wearing some sort of running pants or leggings, a loose long sleeved black shirt and a black hoodie over it; she wears this along with running shoes.
History: The only few things I'll put out about the sisters is that they're identical twins. They are originally from Pheonix, Arizona but ended up in the city when they both received full ride scholarships for two different reasons. They were the eldest of their siblings. Having a younger sister and a baby brother that were killed when the outbreak happened, along with their parents.
Personality: Samantha is a very blunt girl. She takes a while to open up and only cares about her survival as well as her sister's. If she likes you, she's a complete sweetheart and will do whatever she can to make sure you're safe. She might seem like a smartass, a dick at times, but she does cry easily.
Scarlett on the other hand is a complete sweetheart from the moment she meets someone.
While Sam is a somewhat difficult to approach, Scarlett will welcome almost anyone with open arms and a smile on her face. Don't let it fool you though. Once Scarlett is pissed, she has no mercy. Unlike her sister, Scarlett rarely sheds tears and has no problem showing someone that they should fear humans more than the zombies around them.
Weapon: Both girls carry a 9mm beretta on them at all time with a couple extra mags in their backpacks. Samantha carries a black and pink crossbow while Scarlett caries a black, gator machete pro hanging from her hip.
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Same. I thought i was going to be annoying with all of my posting. This rp has potential though, it makes me sad to see it die.
Im a fast paced poster so I thought maybe I was going too fast haha
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Derek looked over at the man speaking to him and nodded. "Hello, I'm Derek. Of course. I can try to help but I've only gotten so far into the program.... Where's the cut at?" Derek shrugged his backpack off and began to dig in it, taking out a small first aid kit. I it were bandages along with hydrogen peroxide, medical tape, scissors, a thin wire for stitching and a needle as well as a bottle of aspirin. "If it's not too bad, we can just clean it up and put something on it... Now tell me about your head. Do you remember where you hit it? Is there any nausea?"
Jade turned to see a young man walking up to the small group. She felt relieved with the fact that there weren't survivors, but there's was still an uneasy feeling in her stomach. "I'm Jade." She smiled at him but only for a brief moment, her attention being drawn back to the ocean. "Look. There's things in the water." She pointed towards the distance where the plane crash was, small dark objects visibly bobbing up and down in the water. She walked over to where the water met her feet and stopped. "They might have stuff to help us get by for the next few days or weeks." At this point, she was talking more to herself than to the others. Jade looked down at the water crashing into the shore and frowned, knowing she wouldn't go out to see and get them. "Maybe we can wait for them to wash into the shore." She turned and walked back to the group, her thoughts moving past the crash and thinking ahead, or maybe just catching up to what the others thought. "We need to gather everyone up and make some sort of camp site. There we can tend to each other's injuries and make some sort of plan.... And get out of this sun." She pulled her hair up in a bun, the heat had already began to make her sweat a bit and she didn't want her hair sticking to her face.
Jade turned to see a young man walking up to the small group. She felt relieved with the fact that there weren't survivors, but there's was still an uneasy feeling in her stomach. "I'm Jade." She smiled at him but only for a brief moment, her attention being drawn back to the ocean. "Look. There's things in the water." She pointed towards the distance where the plane crash was, small dark objects visibly bobbing up and down in the water. She walked over to where the water met her feet and stopped. "They might have stuff to help us get by for the next few days or weeks." At this point, she was talking more to herself than to the others. Jade looked down at the water crashing into the shore and frowned, knowing she wouldn't go out to see and get them. "Maybe we can wait for them to wash into the shore." She turned and walked back to the group, her thoughts moving past the crash and thinking ahead, or maybe just catching up to what the others thought. "We need to gather everyone up and make some sort of camp site. There we can tend to each other's injuries and make some sort of plan.... And get out of this sun." She pulled her hair up in a bun, the heat had already began to make her sweat a bit and she didn't want her hair sticking to her face.
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