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 Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 11:19 pm
wahmbulance ((Ok you guys... For real this time (Hopefully he won't quit) we have new fellow. jadus-arzulus who will be playing Jaden Tolken. You can go to the front page and read his profile. As always... Be nice and include him. Oh... And I cannot post as Kalila until Babylumpkins posts as Ada. I'll post for Nina as soon as there is enough reactions from everyone envolved in this fight.)) wahmbulance
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 11:58 pm
Jaden walks slowly down a New York street, his facial features calm,even in the viral epidemic of the reanimated corpses roaming the streets devouring human flesh. It has been a hard time for him, considering he is the only surviver of his Native American tribe,especially only being armed with his wooden pole and knowledge of the martial art of Judo. Even though he was raised in New York his upbrining was those of the old Native Americans ,not of his time, such as: navigation skills, resourcfullness, and a sympathy for all living things. After waking one morning to find his father yelling at him to get his sisters and run, felt as if it weren't real just a ghoulish nightmare,before he could react Infected claimed his family leaving only him. Which brings us to the now , Jaden in his steel toed combat boots, walking as quiet as a mouse with his wooden pole along his shoulder blades.
He comes to an abandoned house with its windows broken and smeared with blood, to himself he whispered no need to go in there,continuing to walk slowly to avoid making any noise. Jaden spys a Pharmacy a few yards away, his Indian instincts lead him to say, That would be an Ideal shelter.......I should check it out..as he walks now more alert, Zombies are bound to come around here. Even in the night darkness his senses were still sharp. Luckily for him some zombies are in the distance preoccupied with another matter , he sighs to himself, he is an oxen of a man but might still fall if overwhemled. As he reaches the Pharmacy , he places his right hand on the glass and closes his eyes feeling for anytype of vibration. To his joy he feels some, very gently to not cause too much noise , he knocks on the door .
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 3:46 am
((Sorry about the last post. I posted and didn't realise that others had posted while I was writing my post redface . That's why it seemed out of place a bit.))
Garath heard the explostions out side and shuddered. He wanted to help but he knew taht going into such a situation with what little he knew of sword fighting would be a pretty bad idea. And firing a gun would mean that he would probably be wasting more ammo then hitting zombies. He shook his head when nina mentioned leaving Kalila and the others. "No. Thats not what I meant. I meant that we could contact them on the walkie talky and arrange to meet at the Walmart instead of having them come here and wade through the mess of zombies. I would never think of leaving any person out in this... apocalipse. But I'm glad the number of zombies is some what limited instead of ever growing. So if theres a finite number it might be possible to eliminate enough for the others to come." But even as he said this he tried to guess how many zombies would be a university amount. A small university had thousands. He went around laying out the medical supplies near the window. If anyone got injured either he or the medical expert Sarge would take care of it. Though since sarge was the best fighter he might be busy with the zombies. It was best to be prepared to treat any injuries.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 11:44 am
Even as Mizuki stared at the door, his thoughts on the wellfare of the two indian siblings whom he had grown attatched too - there was a soft knocking on the door.
It was so soft in fact that Mizuki was positive that if he had not been staring at the door at the time he would have missed it. A frown contracted between his eyebrows and his heart seemed to quicken in tempo. His jaw tightened and he began to grit his teeth.
Hmmmm
Here in posed a dillema. Considering that there were rabid Crazies with a lusture for human flesh running around in the streets beyond, it didn't seem like the brightest idea to be opening the door and inviting in whatever may have brushed against the other side. And yet - if it was human, Mizuki was probably condemning it to death by leaving it out in the dark.
He scratched the bloodied tissue against his chin as he thought, eyes focused hard on the dark wood of the door as he did so, his free hand already brushing comfortingly against the cool metal of his shotgun barrell.
The knock had not been loud enough to be a human in distress. It had been very discreet, polite almost. Quiet enough to be an accidental scraping of something shuffling around outside. And yet- Mizuki had been sure there had been rythm and purpose in the sound. Exactly like polite knuckles rapping on the door of a friend, not an accidental scuffing by something more fiendish. The sounds had been too clean and short to be accidental.
Besides. . .Mizuki was convinced for some reason that danger lay not on the other side of that door - but right behind him. There was something about the pair stood behind him that go his hackles up. As his fingers brushed more forcefull against the metal of his gun he felt the insane and compelling urge to spin on heel and splatter those two strangers all over the tiles with a few rounds and point blank range. Blinking slightly to dispell such thoughts he clicked his tongue upon making a decision.
He stalked closer to the door in two swift and silent movements, whipping his gunstrap off his shoulders and cocking the gun. He grabbed the door and swiftly swung it open, hefting the gun to head level and resting his finger on the trigger. ..
. . .At least to what he though was head level. The barrel of his shotgun met with flesh, but not the forehead Mizuki had been half expecting. Instead it pressed into the firm chest of a stranger.
Mizuki looked up into the mans face, one eyebrow arched in silent bemusement. The guy that stood on the other side of the door was of an intimidating stature. He stood FAR taller than Mizuki's 5'4" and built like a brick s**t house.
Mizuki, though being musculy himself, was just muscle. He looked positively weed like next to this ********. Something animal and dominant in the back of Mizuki's brain screeched for blood and his finger twitched slightly on the trigger. But looking into the dark face of the stranger, Mizuki saw nothing confrontational. Infact, what he saw there was a simpering and almost painful benevolence. A gentle giant you could say.
Mizuki regarded the man silently for a brief moment, a bloodied tissue clamped between torn lips and blood and grime all over his face and tutted to himself.
Pulling the gun back from the stranger's chest he stepped aside slightly, aiming the gun into the street behind.
"In." He growled, the voice issying from him deeper and more primal than which suited his effeminate features. He narrowed his eyes slightly and gripped the door handle, ready to pull it shut, whislt keeping his trigger hand steady - the heavy bulk of the shotgun rested with ease upon his forearm. He cocked a brow at the stranger. "Now."
[Nawh. Mizuki seems like a pissy b***h, but he's trying to be nice I swear!]
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 12:41 pm
Jaden nods and walks in with the stick behind him, noticing the urgency in the mans voice,as he enters to see the others in the room a gruff chuckle escapes his lips "I wasn't expecting as much.......thought my training had decieved me, but this is good....nice to find living people". He sits down on the ground laying the stick at his side,while he tightens his bandana, looking around again he sighs "so this is it......or what is the plan?". Jaden stands up and looks out the window to seeif their zombie situation has improved, sadly it didn't, tightening his grip on his pole. His almost black eyes looking in concern to the others in the room, It would make his father happy to try to protect people in need,but he couldn't protect them all....like his sister. A tear trickles down his cheek but he wipes it away with one massive hand, not to quick though, pondering on the memory and the account of a guy pointing a shotgun at his chest.
Jadens muscles tighten as he sees a man running down the street chased by zombies, he longed to open the door and do something,but it wasn't right jeoperdize more lives for just one. The poor man was running the oppisite way from them.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 12:56 pm
Mizuki pulled the door swiftly shut behind them until the automatic lock clicked quietly into place. With a gentle push to be satisfied that the door was, indeed, shut, Mizuki turned to regard the stranger.
Though this man's size was something to behold, and his demeanour and mannerisms expressed nothing but the greatest kindness - it was clear from the look on Mizuki's face that he was not impressed.
He grit his teeth and lowered his gun, a little reluctantly.
"Sugoi." He hissed sarcastically under his breath and ran a steady hand through his thick hair. It was matted and dirty with dried blood, dust and other grit. He remebered wistfully the shower he had had only early that day. All that hard work to becoming squeaky clean - laid to waste in a few hours.
Mizuki stood in silence for a few more moments. He was unwilling to break it for he felt nothing he could say to the stranger. Mizuki, as those who had encountered him already knew, was uncomfortable with the prospect of inviting others into the group.
He had a dark secret to carry on his shoulders. If anyone so much as suspected that he was infected, which he technically was, there would be no hesitation before he was shot. He hadn't fought through so much to take a bullet now. That and he didn't like his authority threatened. Though he was not technically back with his own group yet - if he dragged this giant back with him there might be some problems facing his leadership.
Eyeing up the man sat on the floor Mizuki was convinced that he could take him down. His eyes narrowed slightly, analysing the creature sat on the floor beside him.
This guy was big, and judging from the stick he carried profficient in some form of martial art. How else would he still be alive with such a pitiful weapon? But Mizuki was fast, and uncannily strong. He too was profficient in martial arts and was sure that if worse came to worse - not even this ******** could get up walking from a slug to the heart. But even as Mizuki plotted such final acts he saw the glisten of a tear trickle down the stranger's dark cheek and all violent thoughts slipped away.
Mizuki turned his head away from the tears, not wishing to damage the mans diginity by making his suffering obvious.
In his concerns over leadership - he had completely forgotten that this man had probably been through terrible sufferings, lost everything - as everyone else had.
When the man spoke, Mizuki reacted almost instantly.
"These two aren't with me." He said matter-of-factly, jabbing a thumb at Nikita and the girl. "I am waiting here to rendevous with my friends. They will have weapons. From here we head to the nearest food store to load up with supplies. We then head back to our secured area some five blocks from here." He perked a brow at the man and paused ins tony silence for a few more moments as he battled with himself. But as his stubborness got stronger, Mizuki had only need to recall the swift and silent tears and he felt all his pride eb away. "You are welcome to join us." He said finally.
A sudden sharp sensation hit the back of his mind. His animialistic virial instincts had picked up on the sharp, territorial scent of a chase and his eyes intinctively snapped to the window. Mizuki stared, along with the stranger at the man running down the street.
Noticing the man next to him tense, Mizuki held out an arm as if to barricade him from the door. On a normal person, this arm would have been about chest height - but seeing as how abnormally short Mizuki was, and how abnormally tall this guy was - his elbow bumped gently against the guys stomach.
"Leave it." Mizuki hissed sharply, slightly angered by the height difference.
Then noticing how gruff he was being, Mizuki groaned slightly. Turning he tilted his head back to look at the man's face and offered a gloved hand. "Name's Mizuki. Yours?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 12:59 pm
[Yay, I has a vote! *clicks heels*]
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 5:55 pm
Reshion fumed at his actions. He sat on the couch, listening to the ear splitting moans of the zombies, thinking to himself, replaying the incident in his head. Watching the bullet ricochet off the ground and hit the tire. He stared into the apparent darkness, beads of sweat running down his face and neck. What would Terry say? How would he react? Reshion couldn't take his mind off the situation. Would the Jeep even hold everyone?
"s**t." Reshion said silently, scratching his eyebrow. "I might as well get it over with."' He said, and walked towards the stairs, his hand resting on the railing. "But how did I miss? Why did I choose to help? It was a stupid decision, and I must make sure not to screw up like this ever again." He said, walking up the stairs, slowly, like a baby takes his or her first steps.
Reshion finally reached the top of the stairs without realising it, and he grabbed his shotgun, and sat on the floor, away from the group, waiting for Thomas and Terry to get back.
"I shouldn't have helped." He thought, closing his eyes.
He coughed slightly, and then sniffed. "I haven't had a spasm for a while now." He thought, opening his eyes. "I'm becoming too paranoid. I just flashed against Garath like that, I must make peace with him, and also Terry and Thomas. I put their lives at risk, and I must remember to never do that again. Ever." He thought, his shotgun still tightly clutched to his right hand.
Reshion noticed that everyone in the house seemed to be in deep thought. He decided to leave everyone alone for the time being, and just sit with his back to the wall, his head lolling to one side.
"Tired." He whispered, fighting the rush of fatigue that was befalling him.
He thought of his mother, father and girlfriend. All dead. An image flashed through his mind, a beautiful woman. Before he knew it, he was waking up. "Don't fall asleep." He whispered, his eyes sore. "You can do it Ren. You can do it." He smiled wistfully, and tucked his knees closer to his chest, and rested his hand on the shotgun, feeling safe as he thouched the cold steel, as he was lost his in own world. This, bliss he felt for some reason, despite the fact that he hd nothing to live for and also that everyone in the house seemed to have something against him. "It isn't their fault, it's yours. You brought it upon yourself. Fix it." He thought, still on the floor, his eyes closing. " I will. I swear."
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 2:50 pm
Jaden looks at Mizuki trying to understand his upset tone of him being here, then puts out his hand, "Jaden...Jaden Token of the Tolkenatok tribe...nice to meet you" after he shakes his hand ,slowly he turns to the women "These women may not be with you.....but they will follow you... am I correct?"Jadens grip tightens on his Judo stick. He reaches into his pocket with his free hand, pulling out a kingsized hersheys bar, after taking off the wraper he eats the whole bar in one bite. He pulls out three more chocolate bars and offers one to Mizuki.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 8:55 pm
[[C'mon babylumpkins! I wanna post domokun ]]
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 7:38 am
((Of course... That's exactly like you isn't it Funnyman? -points at your ID-))
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 8:31 am
Mizuki shook the guys hand, his eye brows raising so high they threatened to dissappear into his hair as he noticed that just one of this guys hands was enough to envelope his own completely. He felt his teeth grit.
It was fine. This guy was huge, but not invincible. Plus, he was acting in nothing but gentle ways towards Mizuki, he gave off no sign that made him a threat.
And yet, just Mizuki's subliminal determination for dominance was enough to make him slightly irritable in this man's company. Which was a shame, because Mizuki had a niggling feeling that deep down he could actually get on really well with him.
Upon the complicated and polite title the manner offered, Mizuki became suddenly aware that he had not offered his family name rather than his first. With a suprising and sickening pang of guilt in his chest, so strong that he grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt in shock, he realised that in killing his own parents he had in a way denounced his right to a family.
In the back of his mind he felt the thin sinews of snaity waver and threaten to snap. Hastily, he latched on to what the giant just said and forced himself to focus completely on that instead of memories. . .
"Huh?" He asked, a little blankly, before suddenly twigging what it was that the man had just said. Then, despite himself, Mizuki laughed.
He laughed with genuine delight and even after stuffing a fist in his mouth to mute himself it took him a few moments to recover.
"Haha, what's the matter buddy? Can't see from all the way up there?" He mocked. But though he did, it was in a light hearted and jokey manner that meant no offense. "One of those women, is in fact a dude." Ruffling his own hair again Mizuki grinned brightly before getting back on track.
"But as for coming with me." He pondered the idea. "They are free too, if they respect my orders. If not, they go it alone."
It was a simple decision and a fair one he felt as usually Mizuki would have told the two to ******** off straight out. But the laughter had brightened his mood and he felt a little more generous and forgiving than he normally would have done.
Mizuki's smile suddenly plummeted from his features as a strange and sweet smell met his nostrils. His stomach gave a loud gargle and twisted itself into a painful knot as Mizuki became aware of food. The smell of the chocolate seemed to remind him of his own desperate need for food. His pupils shot back into mere pin pricks and he felt his lip twitch slightly. His fingers and other extremeties began to feel numb as he felt his body, eager to succumb to the virus and revert into 'infected' status.
Scrunching his eyes shut and wriggling his fingers slightly Mizuki latched on to concious thought. Reaching up he sharply slapped himself around the face, the slap muted by the leather of his gloves. Mizuki's face was, none the less, thrown to the side by the force of the blow as a large pink welt began to rise upon his skin.
"Sorry." He chuckled hollowly, his eye twitching above the wounded skin, begining to sparkle with moisture. "I haven't slept in a while. Dead on my feet you could say. Just trying to stay awake."
Then, pretending he was seeing the candy bar for the first time he placed a flase look of suprise across his features and accepted the chocolate bar in a calm and dignified way.
But once unwrapped, he could not help but wulf it down in one bite.
Once he had finished the chocolate, his stomach growled for more.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 7:21 pm
[[Yes... Yes it is. twisted You got a problem with it, Gothic_Kyo? evil ... either way I don't care.]]
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 8:00 pm
((I can't post you guys! I'm so sorry! I can't continue without a post from babylumpkins. Sorry to leave you guys hanging... But at the moment I have no choice crying ))
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