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« on: July 02, 2015, 04:19:13 am »
"The future's too bright to dwell on the past. Life's fast, run faster."
The water bottle rolled up to him, and he picked it up and shoved it in his red backpack, seeing as prior this whole ordeal, Sweet Pea and himself had lunch. Plus, he wouldn't want to deplete any supplies of this new group. "I really don't want to cause trouble here." The lad commented with a small, sheepish smile. Another girl approached, with what seemed like a swollen, pregnant belly. Quinn could only assume, seeing as the only other pregnant woman whom he's been close to was his mother, and that was a long time ago. So, not wanting to be rude, he offered her a small smile, deciding not to comment on it.
At Donald's offer on chocolate or chips, Quinn perked up slightly. Chocolate? It had been awhile since he had. "Um, have any dark chocolate?" He questioned, although, wouldn't get his hopes up too soon if the male hadn't. It was just a nice, warming feeling.. Chocolate was always a nice treat. What seemed like some .75 cent chocolate bar back in the day, now, was something longed for in this undead-infested world. What a shame.
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« on: July 01, 2015, 04:46:35 pm »
(( @PartyxPoison & @Taylor
Ohmygosh, I'm sorry! I misunderstood.
I'll scratch my post and remake a new one.
Sorry! ))
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« on: July 01, 2015, 03:13:02 pm »
Remington Crosse
Status: Healthy
Clothing: The guy farthest to the right.
Remington returned Mykael's smile with a lopsided smirk, accompanied by a curt bob of his head. As the doctors gave their usual, boring sermon, Rem's navy blue eyes carelessly flickered around the room, lingering on a few subjects before dropping his gaze to the floor. Partners? What did they think this was? Elementary school where you needed a "safety buddy" on a field trip? The lad twirled a strand of black hair nervously between his fingers before tucking it behind his ear. Despite the "confident in his odd skin" upfront Remington put, he was actually quite insecure and lacking of such social skills, so the fact that a "partner up" task was involved made Remington go pale- well, paler than per usual.
However, he put up a front of bliss. Contentness. A soft, unamused sigh filtered out between his lips and he hoisted himself from the chair. Remington watched as the people began partnering up, Simone was snatched away by Finn. "Well, there goes my one and only plan." Remington murmured under his breath. Tilting his head softly, Remington narrowed his gaze on the floor. A confused look washed over the odd male's face, tilting his head downwards towards the floor. Looking up, Remington motioned towarss Teddy, offering him a sheepish expression. "Not going with your brother, huh?" He questioned in a quirky fashion, arching an eyebrow curiously. Maybe Teddy would see the silent pleading behind Remington's nervous blue eyes. Facing the trials alone was something that could be an option too, but being with someone felt more secure in some way. Actually, being alone didn't seem too bad, since anyone here he didn't particularly trust with his life.. How could they even ask us of that in the first place? A small scoff escaped Remington's lips and he decides that alone, for Rem, at least, would be for the best.
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« on: July 01, 2015, 03:57:06 am »
"The future's too bright to dwell on the past. Life's fast, run faster." His expression turned up blank. From the introduction, to the dogs coming forth to sniff Sweet Pea, and when he lowered himself to the ground, leaning against the wall. Sweet Pea stood alert, wary of the other canine's and their dominant stances. However, with a reassuring hush and scratch behind the ears, Sweet Pea flopped to the ground, placing her bicolored head in Quinn's lap. "It's a pleasure to meet you all. I'd be lying if I said the other groups were as inviting as you lot.." A ghost of a sheeppish expression emerged, and his hazel green eyes flickered around cautiously. Right here, sitting, pressed up against the wall with his backpack at his side; this was where he would stay as of now.
Seeing as nobody really looked up for a conversation- or interrogation on Quinn's behalf, he tilted his head back, laying it against the wall. However, his eyes strained to remain down, his paranoia getting quite the best of him. He wasn't any bit gullible or naive, especially since the epidemic. As of now.. he didn't know what to make of this group. In fact, he hadn't even got a good look at them since he was so cautious about his entrence- all the way up to sitting down.
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« on: June 30, 2015, 12:13:59 am »
"The future's too bright to dwell on the past. Life's fast, run faster." Quinn followed quickly, being led into where him, and possibly others were residing. A lump formed in the lad's throat, hazel green eyes flickering wildly in caution. Sweet Pea, already scenting several other dogs, held close to Quinn's tall, lean frame, her nose poking the side of his leg in attempts of comfort and possible warning. The duo both felt the apprehension as Quinn lowered his head to fit through the door frame.
Once on the opposite side, Quinn's body noticably stiffened, an unreadable expression flushing his features. There were several unknown people in the room, and dogs shifted about. It reminded him of before the epidemic, when Quinn would bring his younger brother, Demarcus, to the DogMart's. Since father was allergic, it was never even an option. However, when Quinn moved out for college, adopting Sweet Pea was a definite.
He settled his gaze on the man who saved him, offering him yet another thankful nod of his head. Slowly, he turned his head towards the group, who were probably, undoubtingly scruitinizing him. He was wearing a fitted black, longsleeved. It was in midcondition, despite a small tear in the neckline. Which was paired with his red backpack and regular jeans, and beat up sneakers. Some undead blood lingered on his hands and on his left cheek; where he tried to wipe it away, only having it to stain his cheeks. The dark blood looked odd atop his many colorful tattoos.
"I'm Quinn, by the way." The lad finally managed to cough out, offering an obviously cautious smile. His eyebrows furrowed a bit, and his lips drew out into a straight line quick after. "This," Quinn motioned towards Sweet Pea who had her head up and alert, ears perked in a curious, friendly manner, "Is Sweet Pea. She doesn't look it, but she's old.." Quinn said with a small, breathy chuckle, before he gave Sweet Pea a pat atop her head, giving a scratch behind her ears.
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« on: June 29, 2015, 11:43:36 pm »
Remington Crosse
Status: Content
Clothing: The guy farthest to the right.
The young lad's head swayed back and forth a bit, humming a small tune under his breath as he kept his navy gaze content on the puck. The other team, which now consisted of Simone and Teddy, had been now tied with his own, Finn on his side. At Teddy's comment, a small chuckle escaped his lips. It was soaked in sarcasm. "This is going to sound crazy," Remington paused for a moment, knowing that well of everyone here thought he was odd anyways. Shaking his head a bit in disappointment, he continued, "but I sort of think they're just going to release us. Maybe. Hopefully. Kind of like when the zoo returns an animal to the wild. That could happen to us." He evaluated to see if anyone would comment, before returning his attention to the game. "It's just a thought. They have us in the palm of their hand, so literally- anything could happen." Remington's voice trailed off, deciding to keep his mouth shut for the time being. His opinions were always a bit more gloomy, rather than sunny. He was more of a realist.
Out of his peripheral vision, Remington noticed Finn; his body language screaming "uncomfortable" out at Rem. A small, displeased frown formed itself on his lips, perhaps a bit poutish. Backing away a bit to give Finn some more room, Rem let out a small grunt. Hopefully, to make this less uncomfortable and unbearable for Finn, Remington motioned towards his tattoos. "Do you have a favorite? I quite like the Batman one. It's a classic." Rem stated with a chuckle, his navy blue eyes wavering playfully. On his own chest was a scripted tattoo reading, 'the blood of a poet.' Meaning god know's what to anyone besides Remington Crosse.
At the sound of the intercom overhead, Remington paused, letting his paddle hover over the table for a minute. The doctor's voice rang in the game room, causing a small growl to form in his throat, Rem's eyebrows knitting in obvious irritation. However, as they reported orders, his features softened into their usual, mischievious expression.
"Guess that's the game. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that Finn and I won." Remington teased with a smirk, outstretching his hand to pat Finn on the back, however, halfway through the motion, decided that it wouldn't be the best idea. Instead, he placed his hand behind his own neck, giving it a rub with a sheepish expression. Remington crouched down to retrieve his hat, holding it loosely in his hand. As he approached the door, he held it open, awaiting for everyone to pass by. Simone was sweet, witty too. The first to approach Remington and play air hockey, so she had undoubtingly earned brownie points for that. Teddy, to Remington at least, reminded him of someone who will always be selfless; Remington could respect that, too. Last, Finn, someone who Remington couldn't really read, which was a little unsettling, but just made him more curious. Lastly,he'd let himself out, closing the door behind him. "It's been a pleasure- really." Remington's sweet yet raspy tone said with a curt nod, before trudging to the seating area.
Once inside, he looked around for the most desolate location, before plopping himself down in a chair. Placing one elbow on his knee, his hand propped open to hold his chin in. A lazy expression washed over the lad; proper "socializing" was not his strong suit, and he only hoped that the other subjects in the game room didn't see that all too much. Placing his hat on the back of the chair, Remington's glasses remained atop his head, and curious navy eyes searched the room. Something was bound to happen..
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« on: June 28, 2015, 11:03:55 pm »
"The future's too bright to dwell on the past. Life's fast, run faster." He picked up the pace, his boots slamming against the concrete as he ran for his dear life. With the greyhound bouning next to him, keeping a close distance for safety, Sweet Pea ventured forward a bit, the fear obvious in her wide, green eyes. "Keep runnin'!" Quinn exclaimed, just as he took a quick look over his head. Just as he did, several undead dropped dead. Blood seeped from a bullet wound in various locations depending on various undead. A look of confusion washed over the lad. Just as he turned forward, Quinn had to skid on his heels in order to stop; if he hadn't turned at that exact moment, he would've slammed right into a large, muscular looking unknown.
"Oh, sorry man! Didn't see you there!" Quinn exclaimed as if he was running into a student on a campus, rather than an armed male in a undead-ridden street. Switching his weight between his feet, Quinn evaluated the male for a moment before giving a bob of his head. Tucking the shotgun beneath his armpit and wiping away some black, oil like blood from his cheek, but only ended up smearing it. "Alright, alright, let's just get up and out of here- there's a whole horde down that way." He explained with a soft sigh, glancing around with nervous, light eyes. Sweet Pea stood at her master's side, wary of the muscular, youthful dogs. While being taller than them with her long, skinny legs, she was much more fragile.
"By the way, thanks for sorta saving my life back there." Quinn said with a chuckle and lopsided grin, running his grimy hands through his black hair. Following after the guy like a lost puppy, Quinn's mind raced as per usual, only making him that much more uncomfortable and anxious.
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« on: June 28, 2015, 10:54:25 pm »
Remington Crosse
Status:Amused, Playing Air Hockey
Clothing: The guy farthest to the right.
"Yes, Remington would be correct." He commented with a light snicker, before tucking a few loose strands of black hair behind his ear. It seems as if his indigo tinted circle glasses- which were placed atop his head- weren't doing their job of holding his hair back. "Remmington Crosse at your service." He added lightly with an amused smile, just as his navy blue eyes had glanced up from the air hockey table. At the doorframe laid Finn, a tall attractive lad who seemed to possibly dislike Remington. However, that didn't stop Remington from shooting him a big, cheesy smile. He waved him over with an inviting demeanor, just as Teddy, Finn's younger sibling had appeared; clinging to his older brother's physique. "But by all means, call me Rem, if you'd please." He added, commenting lowly to Simone, however, he remained focused on the two brothers a the door; seeing if they would accept Simone's invitation.
"I disagree, Subject 666 is actually quite funny, but Takhar sure does suit him." Hitting the puck back and forth a few times, and almost getting it in his own goal a few times, Remington bobbed his head back and forth, as if listening to some inaudible music, as he kept the same tact as Simone; seeing as hitting the sides was a much better idea than just going straight for the opposite goal. "There's a demigod spirit named Takhar," Remington said with a soft chuckle before continuing, noticing that the big feline turned to examine Remington as he called his name, "He's worshipped in very desolate forest tribes as the son of the god of righteous judgement." Spewing random knowledge, he looked up for a moment, an apologetic smile on his face. "Sorry, I know, nobody really cares about that stuff."
Glancing between Finn, Simone, and Teddy, he offered them a soft sympathetic smile. "Whoever plans on winning can join my side." With a cheeky, playful smile, Remington patted the spot next to him encouragingly. Even though he was joking, he had a playful demeanor about him, although too odd to be anything childish. It wasn't everyday that the subjects socialized with one another, and Remington, at that.
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« on: June 26, 2015, 09:14:43 pm »
"The future's too bright to dwell on the past. Life's fast, run faster." Quinn began to slowly creep by the horde of undead, keeping close to the cars. Hovering in a low crouching position, Sweet Pea followed suit, keeping her body tucked to the floor, and her eyes and ears alert. Outstretching a palm, Quinn gave Sweet pea a calming and reassuring pat. "It's okay, we're almost halfway there." He said, more so trying to reassure himself, rather than the hound. There was a stretch of sidewalk without a rotting car to cover from being seen. Gulping as the apprehension and anxiety settled in, he glanced both ways.
On this far end, there were about five or so undead mulling about, their groans, grunts, and gasps all very nerve-wracking. Deciding that quick bolt would be the best, Quinn gave a low whistle to Sweet Pea, pointing to the car straight ahead. The elderly hound dashed across the opening in a flash, not being noticed by any nearby undead. A soft sigh of relief washed over him. If Sweet Pea made it past without notice, hopefully Quinn would survive it too.
As he dashed across, a few undead noticed Quinn, beginning to groan and stumble forwards in jerks and uneven strides. Quinn let a curse slip past his lips, and his hands instinctively went to his dual magnum pistols, before remembering that they were out of ammo. "This day just took a turn for the worst." Quinn muttered under his breath, just as he slipped out his kitchen knife.
Unlike most, Quinn preferred to get up close and personal, rather than the distance of a gun. While owning a shotgun, it was tucked away in his backpack, and by the time he took it out, the undead would've made a meal out of him. Sweet Pea protectively stood between the undead and her owner, but Quinn shoo'd her away with a quick, sharp command. The hound retreated back behind the car just as Quinn advanced on the undead. Meeting the first undead halfway with a quick stake through the throat with the kitchen knife, black goop errupted from the undead's throat, and it went down with a gurgle. Retracting the knife from the undead's throat, a thick, black, oil-like substance coated his knife. Quinn would need a whole lot more knives to even stand a chance.
Now, more undead were approaching, the rest of the horde. Adrenaline began to pump through his veins, and Quinn made quick work of unzipping his backpack to retrieve the shotgun. Loading a few shells into it's home, Quinn closed the distance quickly, beginning to lure them in. With constant jumps back and forth, Quinn teased the zombies, holding his shotgun steady. Once a trio of zombies were nearly surrounding his front, Quinn pulled the trigger. The recoil pushed him back, almost topling over. Stumbling to regain his balance, the undead's flesh and blood mixed splattered him. "Shotguns, gotta love them!" Quinn exclaimed, loudly, since his eardrums hummed, the loud ring of the bullet flying echoing throughout the street. With three down, and well more than ten undead now were alerted. "Uhh oh- Sweet Pea, looks like we're running!"
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« on: June 26, 2015, 07:58:02 pm »
Remington Crosse
Status: Healthy
Clothing: The guy farthest to the right.
Perking up slightly at the sound of someone entering the game room, Remington ceased his humming, and pushed himself off from leaning onto the side of the air hockey table. "I'd love one." He said with a big, childish smile, his navy blue eyes lighting up. He didn't really expect anyone to show up, yet, here the subject was. "Simone, was it?" Remington questioned with an amused rasp, arching an eyebrow at the lady. Taking his hat and placing it on the floor beside the table, Remington pushed his glasses up onto his head, tucking strands of black hair behind his ears; out of his eyesight.
"I won't go easy on you!" He teased playfully, leaning his tall frame over the table to grab the red, opposing paddle. However, just as he was about to ask her to begin, he heard the sound of a ball being hit against the wall. Turning his gaze to the tiger, Remington examined it with sudden interest. "Does this overgrown house cat have a name?" Remington teased lightly, giving a small giggle before continuing."Super cool, by the way. I didn't know they allowed pets in here.." His voice cut off as the tiger began to examine him, and Remington gave Takhar a big, overdramatic smile before returning his attention to the air hockey table; ready to play.
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