banshee7
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| 08 Nov 2011 09:34 AM |
I look around this old, dusty basement. It's not much, but it's home. A few other children share with me this fort, but in truth, It's mine. I built it. Every rope, metal sheet, and plank of wood keeping out the chaotic outside world was placed by me. Not them. I don't speak, not anymore. Just don't listen or speak. But the silent still die screaming.
They say it was a virus, or maybe a disease. Or maybe, as some rumors go, some crazy form of mind control or alien creatures that take over. Let's rule out those last two. Same thing: Infection. Quarintine. Friend against friend. But this time, there is no immunity, or fallback point. There is no army at your back, or place to escape to. It's gone worldwide, there's no power. No authority. No rules. No.... Screams saved for the underworld by the mute and the dead. We all fall screaming, and only screaming.
Rules: -These are the normal slow zombies. However, that doesn't mean you are invincible. -Get bitten? You become one of them. -You can still control a zombified character. -No Godmodding. -No RPing without a CS that I have approved. -No trolls. -Other Roblox and RP rules apply. -Last note: Please base your character's skill off of all other parts of the CS.
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N@me: @ge: Gender: Appearance: Skill: (Speed, Battle, Ect.) (Only one) Items: Bio: Extra: |
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NDaisy101
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| 08 Nov 2011 11:28 AM |
N@me: Angelina Smith @ge: 16 Gender: F Appearance: Flat brown hair, hazel eyes, stands at 5'7, skinny, long legs, pale skin. Skill: Speed. Items: An old, broken down radio, a gun her now zombiefied father gave to her, a knife. Bio: Born into a middle class family, lived a good life until everything changed. Her mother was murdered, her father was bitten. Both tried to protect her. Extra: Although fast, she falls very tired after running for short periods of time. Very clumsy.
(I might've missed something. But idk. :o)
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| 08 Nov 2011 12:44 PM |
N@me: Claire Ann
@ge: 17
Gender: F
Appearance: Claire has long red hair and side bangs with natural nutmeg brown highlights. She has a heart shaped face with a small nose and clear blue eyes. she also has soft pale skin and is 5'5 feet tall. (she thinks she short.) Claire wears Black skinny jeans with a white top and a small black jacket. She has white hightop converse shoes with some scuffs. she has whit earings and a pink bottle cap necklace with a Capital C on it.
Skill: Battle
Items: A pocket knife, a almost dead cell phone, and a small gun she can fit in her pocket.
Bio: Claire was born in texas and grew up with her parents until when she turned 17 her mom died with a sickness and her dad was clueless on what to do with her so he sent her to an orphanage. She hasn't heard from him sice he drove away as fast as he could. Her orphanage sent her to school and self defence classes. Claire took karate just so she could punch thing to get her anger out. She soon realized that she was really good at it.
Extra: Claire is tough and never gives up on anyone or anything. She is also caring, that is if you can break through her outter shellof distrust. Claire is one of those kinds of people that would stand in front of a bullet for one of her friends.
(I read the rules by the way ^-^) |
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banshee7
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catzrcute
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banshee7
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| 08 Nov 2011 06:33 PM |
N@me: Mike Raetdaed @ge: 13 3/4 Gender: M Appearance: 5'4, Green eyes, Average otherwise, Black hair, Slightly tan skin. Skill: Leadership Items: 2 Boxes of matches, A Civil War Sword taken from a mueseum, a back pack (Light Green), 3 Canned beans, 2 Canned Fish, 1 Canned Peaches, 2 Water bottles (One contains water from when it was bought, other contains puddle water), Slingshot, 23 light pebbles, Police Cap, 2 t-shirts (1 white with Tony Hawk logo, 1 red with skate boarder riding with a robot head and robot right hand with a UFO in thebackround *Awesomeness*) 1 pair of blue jeans, rubber boots, Black Nike Sneakers. Bio: Escaped from New York, spent the next year going across the country toward California. A small 'firework' drop in Hollywood, California changed the heading though. He ended up traveling to Nevada with two men from London but had to leave when they were ambushed. He set up a small group of kids in Chicago after being taken there by a group of traders. They hide in the alleys, hunting down infected and survivors alike. They call themselves the Dead Rats (Raetdaed looks a bit like Rat Dead). Extra: His personality is tough to figure out. He trusts nearly no one, but will become extreamly protective of those he does trust. Sometimes, however, he will sacrifice a friend for the good of the Dead Rats.
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banshee7
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| 08 Nov 2011 06:34 PM |
| (You two can sart next time you're online) |
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banshee7
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| 08 Nov 2011 07:30 PM |
| (Sure, but I'll be going soon. Should be able to come back on, but you never know.) |
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banshee7
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| 08 Nov 2011 07:31 PM |
| (Woah, page glitch. You said where, not would. Um.... Idk, Chicago?) |
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| 08 Nov 2011 07:33 PM |
| (Um ok, but I have no idea what I should be doing. And what time of the day is it) |
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NDaisy101
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| 08 Nov 2011 07:58 PM |
(Er, I guess I'll start in that weird house?)
I sat in the small space I called my room. Ever since my parents... Well... "Died", I took refuge in this place. I looked around while playing with the hems of my jeans. |
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banshee7
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| 08 Nov 2011 09:18 PM |
| The Dead Rats slipped silently through the sewers. They dropped pieces of Phillip behind them. Poor Phillip. The zombies would come after the trail. And into the trap. Hopefully, alot of them. |
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NDaisy101
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| 08 Nov 2011 09:29 PM |
| I heard the squealing of rats in the pipes above me. I grabbed my gun from off the floor and walked to where Mike was. "How's it going so far?" |
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Darkian2
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| 08 Nov 2011 09:31 PM |
I am holding my copy of the zombie survival guide. You people have no logic.
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banshee7
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| 08 Nov 2011 09:54 PM |
Mike.
"Well, Phillip seems to be holding up fine." I laugh, Gesturing to the body bag. "About time for another part of the trail. Wanna do the honnors?" I hold out gloves. Jeff and Nick, some other group members, lay down the bag. |
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NDaisy101
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| 08 Nov 2011 09:56 PM |
Angelina
I take the gloves with a weak grin. "Yeah... Sure. Well boys, If you don't have the stomach for this, I suggest you leave." I said, crouching down. |
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banshee7
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| 08 Nov 2011 09:59 PM |
Mike.
I begin to hum the song 'Dynamite'.
"Hm, hm, hm; Hm; Hm, hm, hm; Hm." |
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banshee7
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| 08 Nov 2011 10:00 PM |
| (Not at all, sir. Has anyone observed by spiffy Tophat and monocle?) |
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NDaisy101
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| 08 Nov 2011 10:01 PM |
Angelina
I hold my breath as I open the bag and grabbed at the body. Unfortunately, I was one of the few with the ability to... Handle a body. |
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banshee7
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| 08 Nov 2011 10:03 PM |
Mike.
"Just put it there. Jeff? Could you tape it down with a few strips of duct tape? We want them to play with it for a while, so they gather a crowd." |
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NDaisy101
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| 08 Nov 2011 10:05 PM |
Angelina
I stood up and took the gloves off. "I'll be at my post." I said, shoving the dirty gloves into Mike's hands and heading up to the "crow's nest". |
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banshee7
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| 08 Nov 2011 10:16 PM |
Mike.
I throw the gloves to Jeff, who lets them land in the body bag. Might as well prepare the pit. |
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