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Post by Cloud on Mar 28, 2013 16:20:09 GMT -5
If you have not already seen the thread, it is located in the Recruitment half.
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"Ah," Cloud whispered to himself. "There it is." . Pushing a few boxes out of the way, he reached his hand to the back of the shelf to find three bottles of water.
"Jackpot." He smiles evilly, as if he was taking over the world with these few bottles of water. He hadn't seen any in the last two days, and he was looking forward to making these last him the next week or so. He checks his knife one last time, now becoming dull, and begins to head out of the door. Being alone by now was a constant, something very normal and over-all accepted. He had to constantly remind himself sometimes that there were people surviving out there just like him. The thought then struck his mind however that they could be on the brink of insanity, killing both zombie and human. If the zombies had done one thing right, it was the complete destruction of humanity.
Just then from the shadows however, he hears the scream of a female. At first he hesitates, thinking that she was perhaps being ripped to shreds. If that was true, there was nothing else he could do but listen and hope that her death was quick and painless. He then hears another scream, though this time for a different kind of help. A survivors kind of help.
Vaulting over the counter, he bolts out the door hoping that he's not too late, circling around the corner to an alleyway.
{Enter, Angelic}
Remember that your character has not seen Cloud yet, and may either be scared and nearly defenseless, or able to take care of it on her own/ What you chose now may impact the future, to beware.
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Mar 28, 2013 17:09:28 GMT -5
She screams for help one last time, though she's sure this may be the last. She steadied her rusty machete and gripped it tight. "Come on!!" She shouted as if expecting a reaction. But nothing. It stood there, growling...hungry. Her heart was drumming in her ears now. She began to remember whatever good times she had as a child before her parents died. She thought back to the times when her and her father would stare up at the stars and her mother would sing to them. The simple thought of her parents had brought her to tears, that were now streaming down her cheeks and taking all the dirt and grim with them. She let her guard down and heard the beast steps begin to pick up. She shut her eyes tight and prepared to meet her end.
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Post by Cloud on Mar 28, 2013 17:36:44 GMT -5
Cloud took quick aim with his knife, throwing it directly at the zombies head. As it fell to the floor, he took a moment to notice the two other zombies she could have easily stumbled into. He shoots, nearly missing her head and hitting the zombies. Two shots, two supposed kills. As he lowers his weapon, he smiles at the female, taking a second to examine her mud baffled black hair, worn down dress, and large machete. He almost found himself asking something stupid like; "Why are you holding a weapon.".
Perhaps being without a female in what felt like a lifetime was starting to take an impact on how he viewed them. Times had changed, and he had too. So why couldn't she?
He rose his hand for a shake.
"Hey, saved your life there," He paused. "I'm Cloud... you are?"
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Mar 28, 2013 21:27:58 GMT -5
Emma took a step back. She was scared yet confused. 'An actual person, that doesn't want to eat my flesh?' Her heart rate began to slow down. 'A human?... that means... I'm not alone... I'm not the only one!'
She dropped her weapon and lunged at the stranger.
"Thank God you're human!"
Being away from people so long, she completely forgot the proper way to introduce herself. She took two steps back and readjusted herself.
"Emma." She said trying not to sound too happy. "Emma Sanders." Extending her hand the proper way.
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Post by Cloud on Mar 28, 2013 21:35:39 GMT -5
Surprised by the lunge, but recovering, Cloud scratched his head and smiled.
"An active jewel. What a wonder you are." He begins to pace. "So do you have somewhere to stay? Anywhere to go?" He asked, remembering the shack that he had to himself.
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Mar 28, 2013 21:51:43 GMT -5
She could tell by the smile on his face that he didn't think she was weird or a freak. She felt relieved.
"A place to stay? Uh..." She had to to think for a moment. Her near death experience gave her a small case of amnesia. "Oh yes. I do. I'm staying in the little blue house just not too far from here."
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Post by Cloud on Mar 28, 2013 21:59:57 GMT -5
"A house..." An evil smile rose on his face again. "I'm thinking that you need a guard of some kind, someone to keep you safe and protect you and stuff-" He was beginning to fumble over his words.
"Look, I'm not trying to intrude, but I do need somewhere to crash. My little shed isn't getting me anywhere, and ever since the town cut of electricity and water for fear of disease... it's been a lot harder to survive. I did save your life, so you think you owe me a night with you?" He paused again, "I mean- with you but- uhm- same house under roof- but nothing for long or serious, and not like a one night stand or anything-"
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Mar 28, 2013 22:29:07 GMT -5
"Hahahahahaha!!" She was practically screeching at this point. 'He hasn't been around people either' She thought to herself. She quieted down and began to catch her breath. "I haven't had a laugh like that in awhile." She paused, "and for that sure why not? I could use some company. " She said with a smile. "You hungry?"
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Post by Cloud on Mar 28, 2013 23:06:17 GMT -5
Food. The thought crossed his mind and he nearly went into a frenzy. All he had been able to eat for the last several days was dog food, and that was a commodity in the area. Allowing his smile to turn into a frown, he slouched against the wall.
"That sounds wonderful." He lowers his weapon, making sure that his handgun is strapped to his right thigh tightly. "Looks like you're going to have to lead the way," He offers a way out of the alleyway. "I'm sure you don't want to be stuck here for much longer, now do you?"
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Mar 28, 2013 23:32:29 GMT -5
"Nah." She walked passed Cloud and began to loosen up a bit. He was tailing behind her so she waited for him to catch up. "Speed it up. It's getting dark out. I'm not in the mood to be a late night snack"
She began heading down Kelsey Ave and passing all the houses that were once filled with people. It was a ghost town now. Broken windows. Bloody sidewalks. It reeked of rotting flesh and mold.
Emma watched the fluffy clouds fade and the air began to grow colder. She wrapped her arms around herself trying to keep the warmth on her body. Emma looked up and saw the red mailbox that was just ahead. "We're almost there." She shouted back at him.
They passed several more houses, some that she managed to salvage canned foods from not too long ago.
"Here we are." She looked up at the small blue house she called a home. She walked up the porch steps, letting her hand drag along the chipped paint of the railing as she always did. Emma twisted the doorknob and stepped in. "I'm home." She listened for a bit and as always she was greeted by her dark grey cat, Milo.
"Hey there little guy. Did you miss me? I brought you a new friend." She said scratching behind Milo's ear. Milo purred.
She looked up at Cloud. "He doesn't bite I swear." She giggled.
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Post by Cloud on Mar 29, 2013 0:31:24 GMT -5
"No, cats are not exactly my strong suit." He pets the cat anyway, feeling the warm fur as its head rubs against his hand. "But this one is a little different."
He set down his bag. "So this is home for now, huh? It's not a bad place actually." It wasn't a bad place at all. Plenty of houses were ruined before this, and her house had managed to stay almost completely untouched by the outside world. How was this possible? The house was a jewel just like her he guessed, feeling on the walls.
"So where can I sleep?" He offered the question, though he knew he was over extending his welcome just being there.
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Mar 29, 2013 0:58:09 GMT -5
"There is a spare bedroom upstairs. Second door on the left." She stood up and walked to the kitchen and opened the cupboard.
"What do you want to eat? We got soup, beans, some canned fruits, uhh....do you like vegetables? Some more soup...some granola bars...cat food but that's for Milo." Emma then peeled open one of the cans of cat food for Milo and emptied the contents into a little bowl that was in the corner if the kitchen.
"Milo! Time to eat, Milo!" She called. Milo came trotting in, he looked up at her as if waiting for the okay. "Go on. Eat up." She said with a smile. Milo walked over to the bowl and started to eat. She knelled down to stroke Milo's fur almost forgetting about her guest.
Emma peered out of the kitchen and into the living room where Cloud was last. "Heeeeeellllllooooooo?"
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Post by Cloud on Mar 29, 2013 1:05:35 GMT -5
"You're quiet the welcoming one, huh?" He asks the question that does not need an answer. "Sure, I'll take some of your best cooking." He starts to take the bag upstairs, looking at some of the pictures on the wall. All the pictures held a young girl and parents, but that seemed to be all. He set the bag down in the medium sized room and walked back down the stairs to the kitchen. He paused to notice Emma cooking, chopping, and humming.
"More like a welcoming wife." He says to himself, walking back to the living room.
"Say, how long have you lived here?" He asks, looking at the furniture that seemed nearly 16th century, yet waxed an perfect wood-pine to the core.
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Mar 29, 2013 1:25:28 GMT -5
"I've been living here for almost a month now." 'What made him ask that?...' She spaced out and before she knew it she...."Shit! Ow..God, I'm so stupid." She set the knife down and began rummaging through a bag in the dining room where she usually left the First Aid kit in.
"Dammit, where is it?!" She was getting blood over the bag, plus she was cooking. 'What am I going to do?...Can he cook? Sure he can. He's human.' "Cloud! Make yourself useful and cut the vegetables that are on the counter. Then toss them into the pot of water. If you ruin it, I'll ruin you. Now move!"
After some time she found the First Aid kit and began to clean her finger with an alcohol pad, then placing a band aid on it. She neatly placed the kit bag in the bag and went to check up on Cloud to see if he was doing what he was told. "So..uhh....how's it goin?"
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Post by Cloud on Mar 29, 2013 1:37:35 GMT -5
"Shit, it's our first time out and you're already getting me to do things!" He rushes up, moving to aid. He quickly does as he is told, though not sure how right. It had been years since the zombie outbreak started, and he hadn't cooked even as a military squad leader.
"Is this good?" He asks, trying not to fumble over his hand motions.
(Watch out for something called O/C: This is when the character acts... out of character. If you do this, it will cause confusion in the thread, and should be held to a point. You as a person may be complicated, but your characters should be pretty easy to read unless listed otherwise, that way decisions can be made to help all.
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Mar 29, 2013 1:56:48 GMT -5
She moves closer to Cloud, observing him. She sighs. "It'll do...for now at least..."
She continues to watch him until he's done. "There ya go! Now was that so hard?" She says sarcastically. "Now get some salt in there, then pour some of the broth that's in the cupboard above your head in.." She pauses. "...after that, stir it all together and let it simmer." Another pause. "Pweeeaaaaaseeeee" She says in her best little kid voice.
She walks away and begins to set the table.
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Post by Cloud on Mar 29, 2013 4:03:12 GMT -5
Cloud was never used to taking orders, but he followed since it wasn't his area of expertise. After a small bit of trial and error, he found himself getting the hang of it. He left it to simmer after he had finished, wondering if the zombies could smell good cooking, and if they even had a taste for it.
There were several kinds of zombies; Fast, Slow, Mutated. All of which were blind and could only use other senses to find people. There must have been a lot of screaming for them to come to this small town and cause as much damage as they did, Cloud thought. He smiled, sitting down and turning off the coal fire burning underneath the stove.
He was allowed to live here, but would she throw him to the side like the others, or keep him there? There was nothing wrong with her. She may have been a little shorter than him, but nothing that he couldn't be fine with. Fine with? What was he thinking! She's a survivor and sometimes being together in groups is what causes people to die.
He had been a member of a group before, and before that a member of a family. Both of which should have actually be considered his family. He swallowed his pride and sorrow, looking out of the half boarded windows. If he really worked on it, this place could be a fortress, though if they didn't keep it right it could also become a death trap.
Welcome to the new world... He thought
(Remember that the characters may get comfortable and all, but try and move the plot along and not just keep it at a standstill, no matter how much more fun they are. For your first, you're really good, but there is always going to need to be improvement made. When she is thinking, you can just write it, and then up a comma and say "She thought")
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Mar 29, 2013 16:55:39 GMT -5
Emma finished up in the kitchen and picked up the pot and brought it to the table. Using a ladle, she put the soup in the bowls. "Cloud you can come in and eat now", she said while taking a seat.
She picked up her spoon and began to dig in taking small spoonfuls of the soup, slurping slightly. She watched as Cloud walked over and sat down across from her. "Cloud...is it okay if I ask you a few things?"
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Post by Cloud on Mar 30, 2013 0:07:34 GMT -5
He sits down at the table, pushing in the chair for himself.
"It honestly depends on what the questions are about..." He was in no position to bargain. If she did become a hsstle... he could remove her from the equation with a quick slice of the neck. He couldn't do that though, could he? Not to such a kind and cute girl. It just didn't seem right. It didn't seem right at all.
"So yeah, you can ask anything you want." He decided, smiling.
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Post by Angelic Compassion on Mar 30, 2013 0:54:14 GMT -5
Emma smiled up at him. "Weeeeell.....you see......." She couldn't find the right words. "Can you teach me how to shoot? Like a gun? I want to blow a zombie's head off!" She tried not to sound excited but she couldn't help it. She still remembers Cloud shooting the zombie's head off, inches away from her own.
"Can I get like a machine gun? Or...or how about a sniper?! No, wait I know...a shot gun! Yeah! A shot gun! Teach me Cloud! Please?!" She didn't notice that she was acting like such a little kid. She couldn't help it that she never held a gun before. Emma always used to watched her father hunt, thus her fascination in shooting.
She was itching with excitement, waiting for him answer. "Will you?"
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