((Lost is definitely an amazing show. Haha Hug, are you sure John's last name isn't "Locke?"))
"Okay," Amanda mumbled into John's shoulder, too tired to lift her head. She was glad that they could go and find the others ((insert a Lost joke here :tongue.gif: )), now that the stampede wasn't in the horrible state it had been in. However, a small malevolent part of her mocked her happiness. There's probably no one else to go back to. The voice whispered in her head. They're all dead; dead, dead, dead! The voice inside her was now shouting cruelly, its voice filled with malice. Amanda wished she could cover her ears to make the taunts go away, but the voice was inside her. Her fear deepened, and she was glad there was nothing left in her stomach left to vomit up.
It'd be nice to amass enough blocks for a serious construction using these templates. Instead of having fake temples and castles, I could have real fake temples and castles <3
((I envy you, Neil. Having a Spanish teacher that looks like Locke would be amazing. My Latin teacher is about 80 and looks a prune. She's seriously just a mass of wrinkles))
It'd be nice to amass enough blocks for a serious construction using these templates. Instead of having fake temples and castles, I could have real fake temples and castles <3
Kane cursed, scrounging the streets for the members of the group. He just couldn't find anybody. He saw Lester get captured - he would need assitance from the various men and women he's met along the trip. Lester was likely getting the ever living **** out of him, if he was still alive. He shouted the names of the people he knew in no particulary order, hoping somebody would notice.
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Now nearing the gates again, John notices the soldiers are still guarding it, now more heavily than before. He doesn't stop, and jumps right over it as he did before. The soldiers fired and one of the shots scraped his leg, causing him to land hard, but continues regardless. The outer city is hell on earth.
"Omigod, what was that?!?!?" Amanda jolted up at the sound of the bullets. She was snapped back into awareness now, and Amanda's inner battle had been broken by the sound of the shots. She looked around confusedly, faintly hearing someone shouting in the distance. She couldn't distinguish what the voice was saying, however, and payed no attention to it.
((If we're actually close enough to hear Kane, can someone please tell me? I'm pretty unsure about our position.))
Reagan sat there, dazed for a second. Then she sprung into action.
"Yes, we need a doctor, and fa-.." She faltered, hearing someone calling her name. Blinking into 'batmode' as she liked to call it in her head, she heard footsteps running in haste and calling the names of their group. Reagan identified it as Kane. Hearing from where he was coming, she turned her head and saw him tumbling around the corner, nearly crashing into a turned over cart that had been full of random things. He was wheezing from his run and looked relieved to find them. Turning her hearing back to normal, she smiled.
"Kane's here." Reagan murmured the obvious. Staring down at Markus, she slithered one arm under his neck,
"We need to lift you up, if we want help." Reagan gave William a questioning look, "Help me lift him?"
(( Buh. I've been lazy to post here. ))
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“I was thinking that work is like fertilizer in that I'm glad it exists; I just don't ever want to get stuck in it.”
Markus groans, sitting up more to stand, "But I was so comfortable sitting down," he stopped, and looked around before saying, "Anyone see where my machete went?"
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//VIRAL BEASTS\\ Go check it out. Or I'll get Absolete on your ass.
John turns the corner to find the group surrounding someone on the ground, he's concenred and steps closer to see it was Markus. He didn't look very good, and he knew it'd be something difficult for Amanda to see, so he stepped back again.
Almost immediately after he feels a terrible pain inside of his head. He had been feeling wrong for a while now, but it had intensified. His body felt cold and he felt like he did when the mutation first affected him.
He stepped forward and set Amanda down beside Reagan before jogging back to where the trailer was without saying a word.
((Gosh, dang it John!))
William gets on Markus' other side and helps Reagan lift him up. "I don't think you're going to need your machete for a bit, Sarge." He looks at Kane and asks, "You know where Doc went? We're going to need him soon."
It'd be nice to amass enough blocks for a serious construction using these templates. Instead of having fake temples and castles, I could have real fake temples and castles <3
"W-what happened?" Amanda stuttered, overjoyed because she was back with most of the group, but terrified of seeing Markus wounded. He was covered in blood, and Amanda started hyperventilating again.
"No," Markus shook his head wildly. The loss of blood was making him slightly woozy, and slurring his speech, "No, no, naw. I need mah gawddamn mach'te. I don' go nowhere without it."
Looking around, Markus caught sight of Amanda, and he said, "Oh. 'Sup, 'Manda? Don' mind th' blood. Jus' a flesh wound. I'll be fine. Ah'll be fine."
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Amanda found Markus's accent funny, but she didn't feel any urge to laugh. The grim situation made all humor drain from her mind, and she just nodded silently to Markus's words. "Where's Vincent?" Amanda asked Reagan, her voice shaking with fear for Markus and the missing members of the group.
((EDIT: Argh, guys I'm sick and probably won't be on much this weekend. I'll be too busy coughing out my lungs or blowing my nose to get on the computer. . . . :sad.gif: ))
((I hope there is some kind of waiting list here, since it's full D:))
Name: Neray Jenkins Age: 28 Personality: Neray is somewhat nervous and lazy, but he can't wait for something for a long time. He is a bit paranoid. Neray isn't altruistic (and maybe even is a bit saddistic) and helps people only in critical situations or if the help would result in something usefull. Neray can withstand a lot of mental pressure before craking and going really mad. Neray likes creating machines and tools. Appearance: Slightly taller than average and is average built. He has got green eyes and his black hair are always messed up. Has some kind of short beard. Wears black T-Shirt, Jeans, Vest full of pockets and a backpack. Equipment: 3 Cans of Tinned food, Bottle of water, 5 AA Rechargable Accamulators, Self made gun (Clogs alot and wastes alot of power), Self made portable dynamo machine, box of wires, nails, nuts and bolts, butterfly knife. Skills: Electricty based weapon making, hacking and programming. Biography: Travelled to America from his homeland to get education but due to his lasiness he didn't finish the univercity well. Neray couldn't find jobs (due to lack of citisenship and bad education) and had to use his knowledge to make some crafts to sell different people. As he made more and more, the cost of crafts rose as their quality. Finally, Neray made a self defence gun that works on magnetical power and uses nails as main ammo. Was later betrayed by his friend that was working with him (That's why he doesn't trust people). Neray was arrested for gun dealing and till the virus outbreak was sitting in the jail, planning an escape. Finally, he broke out but realised that the real problems were just starting... Additional Facts: Fond of cats, machinery and science. Allergic to alot of different things. Has a side goal of revenge by using Frontier Justice methods. Suggestions: Wait list and that's maybe all. One Liner: Neray Jenkins: The Avenging Gunslinger
"Okay," Amanda mumbled into John's shoulder, too tired to lift her head. She was glad that they could go and find the others ((insert a Lost joke here :tongue.gif: )), now that the stampede wasn't in the horrible state it had been in. However, a small malevolent part of her mocked her happiness. There's probably no one else to go back to. The voice whispered in her head. They're all dead; dead, dead, dead! The voice inside her was now shouting cruelly, its voice filled with malice. Amanda wished she could cover her ears to make the taunts go away, but the voice was inside her. Her fear deepened, and she was glad there was nothing left in her stomach left to vomit up.
((Short.))
Posting... later. :biggrin.gif:))
((I guess William just thought he was delirious, because I posted after that, and he's trying to get an answer out of Reagan.))
((If we're actually close enough to hear Kane, can someone please tell me? I'm pretty unsure about our position.))
"Yes, we need a doctor, and fa-.." She faltered, hearing someone calling her name. Blinking into 'batmode' as she liked to call it in her head, she heard footsteps running in haste and calling the names of their group. Reagan identified it as Kane. Hearing from where he was coming, she turned her head and saw him tumbling around the corner, nearly crashing into a turned over cart that had been full of random things. He was wheezing from his run and looked relieved to find them. Turning her hearing back to normal, she smiled.
"Kane's here." Reagan murmured the obvious. Staring down at Markus, she slithered one arm under his neck,
"We need to lift you up, if we want help." Reagan gave William a questioning look, "Help me lift him?"
(( Buh. I've been lazy to post here. ))
Almost immediately after he feels a terrible pain inside of his head. He had been feeling wrong for a while now, but it had intensified. His body felt cold and he felt like he did when the mutation first affected him.
He stepped forward and set Amanda down beside Reagan before jogging back to where the trailer was without saying a word.
(( John is turning again! ))
William gets on Markus' other side and helps Reagan lift him up. "I don't think you're going to need your machete for a bit, Sarge." He looks at Kane and asks, "You know where Doc went? We're going to need him soon."
Looking around, Markus caught sight of Amanda, and he said, "Oh. 'Sup, 'Manda? Don' mind th' blood. Jus' a flesh wound. I'll be fine. Ah'll be fine."
((EDIT: Argh, guys I'm sick and probably won't be on much this weekend. I'll be too busy coughing out my lungs or blowing my nose to get on the computer. . . . :sad.gif: ))
Name: Neray Jenkins
Age: 28
Personality: Neray is somewhat nervous and lazy, but he can't wait for something for a long time. He is a bit paranoid. Neray isn't altruistic (and maybe even is a bit saddistic) and helps people only in critical situations or if the help would result in something usefull. Neray can withstand a lot of mental pressure before craking and going really mad. Neray likes creating machines and tools.
Appearance: Slightly taller than average and is average built. He has got green eyes and his black hair are always messed up. Has some kind of short beard. Wears black T-Shirt, Jeans, Vest full of pockets and a backpack.
Equipment: 3 Cans of Tinned food, Bottle of water, 5 AA Rechargable Accamulators, Self made gun (Clogs alot and wastes alot of power), Self made portable dynamo machine, box of wires, nails, nuts and bolts, butterfly knife.
Skills: Electricty based weapon making, hacking and programming.
Biography: Travelled to America from his homeland to get education but due to his lasiness he didn't finish the univercity well. Neray couldn't find jobs (due to lack of citisenship and bad education) and had to use his knowledge to make some crafts to sell different people. As he made more and more, the cost of crafts rose as their quality. Finally, Neray made a self defence gun that works on magnetical power and uses nails as main ammo. Was later betrayed by his friend that was working with him (That's why he doesn't trust people). Neray was arrested for gun dealing and till the virus outbreak was sitting in the jail, planning an escape. Finally, he broke out but realised that the real problems were just starting...
Additional Facts: Fond of cats, machinery and science. Allergic to alot of different things. Has a side goal of revenge by using Frontier Justice methods.
Suggestions: Wait list and that's maybe all.
One Liner: Neray Jenkins: The Avenging Gunslinger