I thought about it a moment. I really never went anywhere. "There's a theater nearby. It's small but they play good movies" I told him as I remembered.
((Ohkay bro. I've never been to a convention like that before... I was not aware how they work.))
((The unsocial workers will be there soon to interrogate the legal guardian.))
Teddy would have been sitting there jaw dropped if it had a mouth. N looked so frightened and shaky... What had Xalox told him in the other room? N wasn't in trouble...right? It got up and picked up its book. Looks as if it had to climb up all the steps by itself...
Drake had been in the bedroom, holding on to his large suitcase containing his instruments, when N came in. "Ah, great! Now we just need a table to unpack all this stuff," he said to N, unsuspecting of what had happened. There was much work to catch up on. No time must be wasted any longer.
Erm... One, two, three, four, five... Uh... A lot more steps to go... Teddy thought as it lifted its book up onto a step and then climbed up it.
((I've returned completely from the convention, and OH MY F***ING GOD WAS THAT AWESOME... I got to play Pinkie Pie in a LARP event :3 ))
((Doctor Whooves gave me a Jelly Baby))
N quickly scurried down the stairs to the corner of the living room where they kept the old coffee table, he gripped the edge tightly and began hauling it up the stairs, grunting slightly on the way until he finally got it into Drake's room.
"T-There you go... M-Mr. Drake" he mumbled.
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Teddy looked at N curiously as he hauled the table upstairs. They were starting without it! It crawled up the last step and entered the room Drake was staying in.
"Thank you, N," he said to the boy. He took the table from him and set it down against an empty wall. Drake placed his suitcase gently on the table. "We should wash our hands first. Could you show me to the bathroom?"
Appearance: Russ stood at an extremely short 5"6, with the thin, wiry build of someone that spent more time swimming than eating. His dark brown hair hung like a mop over his hazel eyes, curling at the tips. A smattering of freckles sat upon his skin, just beneath his eyes. A habit of staying up to the "wee hours of the morning" left him with dark bags under his eyes, and an almost corpse like appearance. Becoming a zombie only helped it. His skin took on a sickly grey colour, with his eyes draining to an almost pure white. His hair remains, although it's length never increases past it's original length. Russ tends to wear a pair of ragged old converse shoes, adorned with scribbles of some characters. His old grey jeans are frayed at the bottom, the stitching coming loose at the foot. Over an old, black t-shirt portraying some pop culture reference he wears a grey hoodie, topping it off with a drab olive green jacket.
Personality: Against the stereotypical zombie stereotype, Russ was intelligent. Startlingly so some would say, due to his appearance and 'supernatural nature'. He tends to avoid excitement to the best of his ability, and would rather watch than participate in most activities. A life filled with friends has left him with a nack for making friends with those he likes.
Bio: Russ's life was uneventful. Some would say boring, but the young man would've argued otherwise. He had friends. He had a well stocked bookshelf. His job working at the library was easy, and he would've sworn that the cute girl in the turtleneck that always came in had a thing for him. Probably.
While it was an easy job, the cash left something to be desired. It wasn't a case of he wasn't getting paid enough, he just....Wasn't getting paid enough. So, on a tip from a friend, he put his name down on a radical new cure for the common cold. All it involved was a simple needle, a pill, and waiting. So he did all of these, and waited. He felt tired, so he closed his eyes and waited. When he woke up, he wasn't in a sterile white room, cot in the corner and a desk against the wall.
He was in a coffin.
It turned out the radical new cure had the interesting side effect of killing and raising the dead. With no place left to turn, Russ, taking another lead, turned to the last place someone would be surprised to see a walking corpse.
Age: 23. He's been 23 for the past 73 years.
House: Russ lives in a small, two bedroom one bathroom cottage. One bedroom is of course his, filled with a useless bed, a desk with a basic notebook on it and a pile of old papers. The other bedroom was filled with all of the books he could collect from his old collection (plus some) and an old armchair he'd managed to scrounge up. The lounge and kitchen are in the same space, the only thing separating the two being a slight lip where the faded carpet meets the yellowed linoleum. The outside is comprised of a tiny porch, with the old brick hidden by old , once-white wooden slats. The 'yard' if it could be called that is filled with tall, gnarled trees, almost hiding the hose from the road.
Street: When you exit the library, take a left. It'll be the furthest most house down the block. (Corner to the left of the library)
Supernatural being: Zombie
Abilities: Immortal, High Pain tolerance, has no 'needs' (Never sleeps, Never eats ect)
Other: Supernaturals, I guess?
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Appearance: Russ stood at an extremely short 5"6, with the thin, wiry build of someone that spent more time swimming than eating. His dark brown hair hung like a mop over his hazel eyes, curling at the tips. A smattering of freckles sat upon his skin, just beneath his eyes. A habit of staying up to the "wee hours of the morning" left him with dark bags under his eyes, and an almost corpse like appearance. Becoming a zombie only helped it. His skin took on a sickly grey colour, with his eyes draining to an almost pure white. His hair remains, although it's length never increases past it's original length. Russ tends to wear a pair of ragged old converse shoes, adorned with scribbles of some characters. His old grey jeans are frayed at the bottom, the stitching coming loose at the foot. Over an old, black t-shirt portraying some pop culture reference he wears a grey hoodie, topping it off with a drab olive green jacket.
Personality: Against the stereotypical zombie stereotype, Russ was intelligent. Startlingly so some would say, due to his appearance and 'supernatural nature'. He tends to avoid excitement to the best of his ability, and would rather watch than participate in most activities. A life filled with friends has left him with a nack for making friends with those he likes.
Bio: Russ's life was uneventful. Some would say boring, but the young man would've argued otherwise. He had friends. He had a well stocked bookshelf. His job working at the library was easy, and he would've sworn that the cute girl in the turtleneck that always came in had a thing for him. Probably.
While it was an easy job, the cash left something to be desired. It wasn't a case of he wasn't getting paid enough, he just....Wasn't getting paid enough. So, on a tip from a friend, he put his name down on a radical new cure for the common cold. All it involved was a simple needle, a pill, and waiting. So he did all of these, and waited. He felt tired, so he closed his eyes and waited. When he woke up, he wasn't in a sterile white room, cot in the corner and a desk against the wall.
He was in a coffin.
It turned out the radical new cure had the interesting side effect of killing and raising the dead. With no place left to turn, Russ, taking another lead, turned to the last place someone would be surprised to see a walking corpse.
Age: 23. He's been 23 for the past 73 years.
House: Russ lives in a small, two bedroom one bathroom cottage. One bedroom is of course his, filled with a useless bed, a desk with a basic notebook on it and a pile of old papers. The other bedroom was filled with all of the books he could collect from his old collection (plus some) and an old armchair he'd managed to scrounge up. The lounge and kitchen are in the same space, the only thing separating the two being a slight lip where the faded carpet meets the yellowed linoleum. The outside is comprised of a tiny porch, with the old brick hidden by old , once-white wooden slats. The 'yard' if it could be called that is filled with tall, gnarled trees, almost hiding the hose from the road.
Street: When you exit the library, take a left. It'll be the furthest most house down the block. (Corner to the left of the library)
Supernatural being: Zombie
Abilities: Immortal, High Pain tolerance, has no 'needs' (Never sleeps, Never eats ect)
Russ glanced into the storefronts as he passed by, his reflection swimming in the glass windows. He turned away, the package under his arm rattling with every step. The young man pauses at the library window, eyes scanning over the new releases displayed in the window. 'I could pick up someth- Oh.' He mutters, remembering the late fees he'd aquired. The late fees stretching into triple digits territory. With another heaving sigh, he warily continued down the road, crossing the street and entering the grotto of trees that hid his house from the road.
The old house loomed as Russ approached it, it's white paint peeling, showing the rot beneath the slats. The porch creaked as he passed over it, threatening to break as it always did, just as the squeak of the door hinges threatened to seize up in the cool air. With a grunt of exertion, the man shut the door, moving to remove the many additions to his person. First went the contacts, Revealing the dull white of his eyes. Then, the foundation, hiding his pale grey skin. Finally he pulled out the fake teeth he wore, revealing his thick, tombstone like teeth. He passed his bedroom, heading straight for his library, already peeling the shipping paper off the package. With a smile, he held up the latest novel he'd ordered, it's leather bound hardcover still shiny.
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Teddy looked at N curiously as he hauled the table upstairs. They were starting without it! It crawled up the last step and entered the room Drake was staying in.
"Thank you, N," he said to the boy. He took the table from him and set it down against an empty wall. Drake placed his suitcase gently on the table. "We should wash our hands first. Could you show me to the bathroom?"
((MERP MERP... Not to mention, I met a friend who was cosplaying as Derpy, she walked over to my friend and I and gave us random hugs...
Also got to hug Discord, Luna, Some Random Other Brony, and The Doctor ))
N smiled a little, "O-Okay, M-Mr. Drake" he responded with an almost obedient tone, though he didn't need to wash his hands to get rid of germs, the Sanguinox did that for him, but nonetheless he showed Drake to the bathroom, picking up Teddy and bringing him along too.((Btw, Xalox/N's house would be in the top left corner, just a little farther away from the lake))
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Also got to hug Discord, Luna, Some Random Other Brony, and The Doctor ))
N smiled a little, "O-Okay, M-Mr. Drake" he responded with an almost obedient tone, though he didn't need to wash his hands to get rid of germs, the Sanguinox did that for him, but nonetheless he showed Drake to the bathroom, picking up Teddy and bringing him along too.
((Btw, Xalox/N's house would be in the top left corner, just a little farther away from the lake))
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((All dem hugs. :3 The only times strangers enjoyed hugging me was when I was a mascot. Good times...))
Teddy smiled on the inside and cuddled up with N. It really liked to be carried, since it did not want to feel small.
Drake thanked N and entered the loo. He remained silent, looking away from the bathroom mirror, and took off his gloves to wash his transparent hands in the sink.
Jeremy watched as Peter left the café. He continued to play there.
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After he was familiar with the surrounding area, Jonathon landed back at his airstrip, and proceeded into his hangar.
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Russ finished re-organizing his bookshelf, before freezing, hand still suspended in the air. Something was missing. Russ's mind raced as he checked his pocket, throwing phone, keys, coins and other knick-knacks he carried on his person. His fears were confirmed when he failed to find his wallet. With a start he dashed for the door, scrambling to grab his keys and a hat as he went. He needed to get that wallet back, there was no time to waste.
The young man dashed through town, retracing his steps, ducking around people, under arms, through conversations and even over people if the case required it. Eventually he reached the first place he'd gone to that day: The Cafe. Exhausted, Russ walked up to the counter. "Has, Has anyone...Handed in a wallet today?" He gasped out between breaths, doubled over.
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I ran out of the cafe, not noticing the man go inside in a rush, and ran to the hangar in the woods. I immediately noticed a plane was there. I stared at it a minute and began walking around it, examining it.
((All dem hugs. :3 The only times strangers enjoyed hugging me was when I was a mascot. Good times...))
Teddy smiled on the inside and cuddled up with N. It really liked to be carried, since it did not want to feel small.
Drake thanked N and entered the loo. He remained silent, looking away from the bathroom mirror, and took off his gloves to wash his transparent hands in the sink.
N quickly checked the mirror to make sure there were no scars from his earlier talk with Xalox, though there never were, he always made sure to check so he wouldn't receive unwanted attention...
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Clara just shook her head a little bit in response, "I'm sorry... I-I don't know where Peter is..."
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"So, you like cats, honey, summertimes and other things? I like trainspotting, honey flowers, and other things. Hey, I have realised that we both love a honey!" I say, while caring not to reveal everything that she's thinking. Then I realised that she is referring to me as male, and I decided to point out that I am a female. "I would like to point out that I am a female."
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Drake turned off the faucet and put back on his thick, white gloves. They would have to do, since he "needed" to give N his thin rubber ones in his suitcase. He exited the bathroom and went back into the room, now focusing on his suitcase. There was a combination lock requiring only four numbers. What was it again? It was the same as his other suitcase... This was embarrassing. Drake shouldn't have been easily forgetting such things.
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Here be dragons
((I've returned completely from the convention, and OH MY F***ING GOD WAS THAT AWESOME... I got to play Pinkie Pie in a LARP event :3 ))
((Doctor Whooves gave me a Jelly Baby))
N quickly scurried down the stairs to the corner of the living room where they kept the old coffee table, he gripped the edge tightly and began hauling it up the stairs, grunting slightly on the way until he finally got it into Drake's room.
"T-There you go... M-Mr. Drake" he mumbled.
Teddy looked at N curiously as he hauled the table upstairs. They were starting without it! It crawled up the last step and entered the room Drake was staying in.
"Thank you, N," he said to the boy. He took the table from him and set it down against an empty wall. Drake placed his suitcase gently on the table. "We should wash our hands first. Could you show me to the bathroom?"
Appearance: Russ stood at an extremely short 5"6, with the thin, wiry build of someone that spent more time swimming than eating. His dark brown hair hung like a mop over his hazel eyes, curling at the tips. A smattering of freckles sat upon his skin, just beneath his eyes. A habit of staying up to the "wee hours of the morning" left him with dark bags under his eyes, and an almost corpse like appearance.
Becoming a zombie only helped it.
His skin took on a sickly grey colour, with his eyes draining to an almost pure white. His hair remains, although it's length never increases past it's original length.
Russ tends to wear a pair of ragged old converse shoes, adorned with scribbles of some characters. His old grey jeans are frayed at the bottom, the stitching coming loose at the foot. Over an old, black t-shirt portraying some pop culture reference he wears a grey hoodie, topping it off with a drab olive green jacket.
Personality: Against the stereotypical zombie stereotype, Russ was intelligent. Startlingly so some would say, due to his appearance and 'supernatural nature'. He tends to avoid excitement to the best of his ability, and would rather watch than participate in most activities. A life filled with friends has left him with a nack for making friends with those he likes.
Bio: Russ's life was uneventful. Some would say boring, but the young man would've argued otherwise. He had friends. He had a well stocked bookshelf. His job working at the library was easy, and he would've sworn that the cute girl in the turtleneck that always came in had a thing for him.
Probably.
While it was an easy job, the cash left something to be desired. It wasn't a case of he wasn't getting paid enough, he just....Wasn't getting paid enough. So, on a tip from a friend, he put his name down on a radical new cure for the common cold. All it involved was a simple needle, a pill, and waiting. So he did all of these, and waited. He felt tired, so he closed his eyes and waited. When he woke up, he wasn't in a sterile white room, cot in the corner and a desk against the wall.
He was in a coffin.
It turned out the radical new cure had the interesting side effect of killing and raising the dead. With no place left to turn, Russ, taking another lead, turned to the last place someone would be surprised to see a walking corpse.
Age: 23. He's been 23 for the past 73 years.
House: Russ lives in a small, two bedroom one bathroom cottage. One bedroom is of course his, filled with a useless bed, a desk with a basic notebook on it and a pile of old papers. The other bedroom was filled with all of the books he could collect from his old collection (plus some) and an old armchair he'd managed to scrounge up. The lounge and kitchen are in the same space, the only thing separating the two being a slight lip where the faded carpet meets the yellowed linoleum. The outside is comprised of a tiny porch, with the old brick hidden by old , once-white wooden slats. The 'yard' if it could be called that is filled with tall, gnarled trees, almost hiding the hose from the road.
Street: When you exit the library, take a left. It'll be the furthest most house down the block. (Corner to the left of the library)
Supernatural being: Zombie
Abilities: Immortal, High Pain tolerance, has no 'needs' (Never sleeps, Never eats ect)
Other: Supernaturals, I guess?
Accepted, I'll add you to the map(( CPR, here is the new map: http://postimg.org/image/643pvh4yr/ ))
Here be dragons
The old house loomed as Russ approached it, it's white paint peeling, showing the rot beneath the slats. The porch creaked as he passed over it, threatening to break as it always did, just as the squeak of the door hinges threatened to seize up in the cool air. With a grunt of exertion, the man shut the door, moving to remove the many additions to his person. First went the contacts, Revealing the dull white of his eyes. Then, the foundation, hiding his pale grey skin. Finally he pulled out the fake teeth he wore, revealing his thick, tombstone like teeth. He passed his bedroom, heading straight for his library, already peeling the shipping paper off the package. With a smile, he held up the latest novel he'd ordered, it's leather bound hardcover still shiny.
((MERP MERP... Not to mention, I met a friend who was cosplaying as Derpy, she walked over to my friend and I and gave us random hugs...
Also got to hug Discord, Luna, Some Random Other Brony, and The Doctor ))
N smiled a little, "O-Okay, M-Mr. Drake" he responded with an almost obedient tone, though he didn't need to wash his hands to get rid of germs, the Sanguinox did that for him, but nonetheless he showed Drake to the bathroom, picking up Teddy and bringing him along too.((Btw, Xalox/N's house would be in the top left corner, just a little farther away from the lake))
((I will fix it then. Btw a few pages ago Luke spoke to Clara and she never reacted))http://postimg.org/image/3p3c6haeb/
Here be dragons
Teddy smiled on the inside and cuddled up with N. It really liked to be carried, since it did not want to feel small.
Drake thanked N and entered the loo. He remained silent, looking away from the bathroom mirror, and took off his gloves to wash his transparent hands in the sink.
(( Not sure what to do with Jonathon... ))
I usually have a neutral/undecided standpoint on things. And yes, I am part Swiss.
((And I think Luke, Clara, and Honey were just talking. Luke asked Clara where Peter was))
I shook the man's hand and said "well I have to go now but it was nice meeting you. I'm Peter if I didn't mention it already" I said.
Here be dragons
♦
After he was familiar with the surrounding area, Jonathon landed back at his airstrip, and proceeded into his hangar.
I usually have a neutral/undecided standpoint on things. And yes, I am part Swiss.
The young man dashed through town, retracing his steps, ducking around people, under arms, through conversations and even over people if the case required it. Eventually he reached the first place he'd gone to that day: The Cafe. Exhausted, Russ walked up to the counter. "Has, Has anyone...Handed in a wallet today?" He gasped out between breaths, doubled over.
Here be dragons
N quickly checked the mirror to make sure there were no scars from his earlier talk with Xalox, though there never were, he always made sure to check so he wouldn't receive unwanted attention...
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Clara just shook her head a little bit in response, "I'm sorry... I-I don't know where Peter is..."
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