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Post by UnknownTerritory on Mar 27, 2011 21:10:48 GMT -5
(( Anyone? :c ))
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Post by violentlittlesister on Apr 5, 2011 17:29:03 GMT -5
((Am I allowed to join this?))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Apr 5, 2011 18:15:30 GMT -5
(( You're allowed to join any rp unless stated otherwise ))
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Post by violentlittlesister on Apr 5, 2011 19:23:06 GMT -5
((Okay, thank you! ^.^ To be on the safe side, may I ask, may Christy be a zombie?))
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Post by violentlittlesister on Apr 5, 2011 19:36:40 GMT -5
There were screams. Everywhere, anywhere, and they just wouldn't stop. Kisaragi woke up to them, and after looking out the window at the sight of The Fuggin' Walking Dead made her scared, frightened. Where was Christy?
Kisaragi pulled herself out of the corner of her dark, unlit room, moving her vanity (which she used as a barricade) across her dorm room.
Was Mrs. Peabody still there?
She hadn't known, and was unwilling to find out. One of the few things she knew about zombies was that they made sounds like sloppy sex.The sounds they made were moans, groans, and limbs slapping together (quite messily).
Deciding to scamper out of her room quietly, she made not a single peep as a zombified Eunice was crouching on the ground in the dorm hallway, biting and gnawing at what looked like a--a...
a maimed skull, the hair still intact.
A brunette ponytail, a ribbon.
Mandy.
Shit, she better get out of there. Biting her chapped lip, Kisaragi walked down the stairs as quietly as she could. The zombified girls would be able to hear the slightest squeak---
Oh no.
Creaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak
The rather large, ribless Eunice looked right at her from the corner of her beady, lifeless eyes, and dropped Mandy's head.
Run run run run run god damn it, please, o god
With a smack, the undead Eunice slowly sauntered to go down the stares, following the sound of the creaking footsteps. Kisaragi held her breath, and fucking dashed and darted to get to the door.
........
She made it out, but it wouldn't be a long time before she saw even more undead. She could only hope everyone else was alright. God bless those undead's souls....and those who are luckily still living. Kisaragi thought she didn't believe in God, but now. Now she did. Just pray, pray....
Pray you will survive the nightmare....
"Ughhhguuhh...." Kisaragi turned her head, charcoal eyes widening. Bloodstained, pink pajama pants came in view, a ripped tanktop stained with crimson as well. Bare feet were missing toes, and other flesh around the ankle. Christy.
No.
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Apr 5, 2011 20:17:37 GMT -5
(( Read the whole rp first. If you see Christy has not been mentioned, do what you want with her. You may do so, you don't have to ask, as long as it isn't anyone's character Also: Have you noticed how in the rps everyone italics the actual writing? One of the members has trouble telling the difference, so please use italics when writing, but leave dialog as normal. ))
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Post by violentlittlesister on Apr 5, 2011 20:19:46 GMT -5
((She hasn't. ^^ Yay, my first RP post...ever. And ok ))
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Post by Memai on Apr 6, 2011 12:32:20 GMT -5
(( Hey love, don't be afraid to check out the stickies as well :3 Also, I totally would LOVE Kisa in the main RP; "Along the Bricked Roads" ♥ You could introduce her properly there :3 Eeee! ))
BAM
Kisa stared wide eyed with horror as she saw zombie Christy not only creeping to her, but also the fact that her head was now swiped clean off her head and her zombie body had fallen to the ground, lifeless once more. The girl turned around to her saviors; a Jock who was half dressed with only pajama pants on and ran around barefoot, swinging around a baseball bat that was soaked with un-blood. Her legs began to felt like jelly and she found herself bent on her knees.
"You alright?" Chaplin offered a hand to Kisa, who still looked shocked from the Hawaiian's attack, "It's alright, I won't bite." She took his hand and he hoisted her up, "I'm Chaplin."
"K-Kisa."
"Me and some braddah's o' mine went got a fort in de gym. It's bettah if you come wid."
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Post by violentlittlesister on Apr 6, 2011 16:58:48 GMT -5
((Alrighty! ^^ I'll go ahead and try to introduce her there. Also I might as well post in my author's signature thingy that anyone can use Kisa (: You do a fantastical job RP'ing as her by the way!))
Kisaragi warily looked at her fallen friend's lifeless, plastic pale body as she nodded. "I'm, erm, definately coming." She shook her head, knocking her fist lightly on her head. It wasn't a dream, it never was. She had to snap out of it.
She took one last look at what had been Christy, and breathed out, "Are you looking for more survivors?"
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Apr 6, 2011 17:27:21 GMT -5
"Holyshitohmyfuckinggodwe'regonnadiethey'regonnaclimbuphereandgetusandeatusandwe'regoingtodie!!"
Tony snapped his eyes over to the frantic Vance, eyes narrowed dangerously. "Shut up!" He hissed. "And calm down! Cazzo!"
Vance, Tony, Lefty, and that jock boy Kirby were all seated on the Auto Shop roof. They had pulled the ladder up so no one else could get up. They sat in various stages of dress; Vance had on his pajama pants (pirate bunnies) and a t-shirt, his sneakers on but untied. Lefty had on jeans, but didn't wear a shit and his jacket was pulled tight around him. He wore no shoes. Tony had on pajama bottoms (plain red and black plaid) and a white t-shirt, his jacket over his shoulders but his arms not through the sleeves. He had on socks. His boots were next to him. Kirby sat, huddled against the other roof, in just briefs and a tank top.
None of the greasers' hair was greased back. They actually look kind of normal.
Lefty shifted, glancing over the edge. "I-I think they're gone...."
Kirby glanced at him, "I ain't moving from here...." He mumbled. Out of all of the boys, he was the most beat up (cuts and scraps along his feet and knees from running and having tripped), but he was was the most athletic out of all of them.
Lefty glared at him, "You'll do as we say! You're lucky we decided to let your jocky ass u--"
A swift, piercing glare from Tony shut him. "Fighting do nothing!" He snapped at them. "We need to find others!" He crawled towards the edge, looking down. His head tilted to the left. Vance couldn't help but think the scared boy kind of looked like a cat by doing that. "We need safer place."
"Where?!" Vance cried. A punch from Lefty shut him up.
"Where, Ton?"
Tony shook his head, "I no know." He moved to push his hand through his hair, but realized it wasn't greased back and scowled. Oh he didn't like that. Now his bangs were over his forehead. "But you stay here." He slipped his boots on , put his arms through the sleeves of his jackets, then moved towards the edge.
The other three boys' eyes went wide, "Where ya goin'?!" They all cried.
Another glare. "Hush!" He snapped, his legs hanging over the edge of the building. He was facing the girl's dorm. "I forgot lighters." He was talking about his mass collection of lighters, which he kept in a backpack in his closet in his dorm room, under a loose board.
"Ya can't go back for some stupid lighters!" Vance cried. "Ya could be killed!"
"Ah!" Tony waved them off. "I survive fire, I can survive monstros." He didn't wait for a reply from the others. In a flash he had slipped down and they heard the loud thump of him landing on the ground.
Now, Tony thought, how not to die.
(( Oh I replied with Tony. God I love him <3 Translations are needed! Cazzo = Fuck Monstros = Monsters EDIT: I also felt the need to point out that I like imagining a tough greaser boy in pirate bunny pajama pants ))
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Post by violentlittlesister on Apr 6, 2011 17:38:27 GMT -5
((XD Sounds adorable. Hmmm~ what happened to Terry?))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Apr 6, 2011 17:45:11 GMT -5
(( You mean Terrance? He's currently hiding out in a dumpster with Gord. I posted before. ))
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Post by violentlittlesister on Apr 6, 2011 17:52:26 GMT -5
((OH. That once. xD Okay.))
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Post by Memai on Apr 7, 2011 6:18:37 GMT -5
(( Try to refrain from posting OOC chatter on the roleplays, Kisa :3 It interrupts the story ^^; Please read the roleplay more carefully if you want to know what happened to a certain character and please keep all OOC chatter in the General Discussion forums. ))
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Post by professorpineapple on Apr 7, 2011 9:54:43 GMT -5
((Tony is so dreamy *-* )) Amy didn't like having a dorm room to herself. On nights when Lola would sneak out to meet Johnny - or whoever else she happened to have her eye on that week - there was an deafening silence in the pink-walled room that made her antsy. No comforting presence in the other bed, whose steady breathing and occasional shift would remind Amy that she wasn't alone. But she was alone, on nights like these, and that made it hard to sleep.
The cheerleader sat up against the headboard of her bed, in an oversized gym shirt and criminally short shorts, dark eyes idly skimming the pages of an old magazine. She'd been disappointed to see that it was only 3am when she had woken up, and Lola's bed was still unoccupied. Part of her wanted to go back to sleep, but she found herself feeling restless, her thoughts wandering. She wondered where Lola was - maybe in New Coventry, in a train yard or abandoned building, having a smoke with some tough guys in leather jackets and slicked-back hair. Maybe he was with her. Amy didn't know what to think of that.
A sudden scream sounded from somewhere outside, but Amy merely glanced towards her door. Shouting wasn't uncommon in Bullworth, no matter what time of day. She wondered vaguely if it was another panty raid. There was a commotion in the hallway, and then she heard it, loud and clear,"ZOMBIES!!"
What.
Tossing the magazine aside, Amy slid her long legs out of bed, and found her fuzzy red slippers. The tall girl padded softly across the room, and cracked opened her door. The hallway was dark, the only light coming from inside her bedroom, a slip of yellow glow on the hardwood floor. Amy saw shapes moving in the shadow - a struggle, from the looks of it, but it was hard to tell. She pushed opened her door, light spilling out illuminating her athletic frame.
"Hey," she said, uncertainly. Her steps were long and quick, headed towards the shifting forms in the dark. "What's going on?"
Several heads turned towards her. A deep groan was emitted from one, then another, and they shambled awkwardly toward the Mexican girl. Even in the darkness, she could see mangled flesh and dark stains. Without a second thought, she ducked into the neared room, and clicked the lock shut.
This room was dark as well, and empty. Amy didn't know whose room it was, but that didn't matter now. Her eyes searched for something, anything, that might help her. She didn't know what to do or where to go, but more than anything, she needed someone. There was no way she'd make it on her own.
A small sound caught her attention. A murmur, coming from the wardrobe, growing faster and louder by the second. Amy crept towards it and slowly, gently, opened the door.
"THISISJUSTABANDDREAMTHISISJUSTABADDREAMTHISISJUSTABAD-"
"Chloe!"
The little blonde looked up at her, eyes wide and face pale. She registered Amy's face, and breathed in relief. The two weren't particularly close, but they shared several classes together - Amy had always thought Chloe was a cute little thing. Maybe this wasn't someone who could protect her, but at least it was someone she knew. It was strangely comforting.
"A-Amy," Chloe gasped. Amy extended a hand to the girl, and she instinctively grabbed it, and allowed herself to be pulled out of the wardrobe, though she would have very much preferred to stay in.
"We should get outta here," said Amy. She felt suddenly responsible for Chloe, being the bigger of the two. Her gaze swept the room once again, and saw, on one of the bests, a yard stick. There was only one thing yardsticks where good for in Bullworth.
The jock gave it a few swings, and jabbed the air. While she would have preferred a bat, it would have to do. Chloe stood in silence, eyes shifting frantically between Amy and the door. She looked unsure of herself, and in reality, so was Amy. But, for Chloe's sake, she tried to look like she had to together.
The shrill scream of the smoke alarm made the girls jump. Amy swallowed hard, and clutched her yardstick tightly. Being on the second story, there was only one way out. She marched to the door, and took a deep breath. With Chloe behind her, the cheerleader threw opened the door, then grasped the smaller girl's hand in her own.
"Come on!"
They raced down the hallway, being soaked by overhead sprinklers, with Amy swinging her yardstick blindly in front of her. Something was burning by the stairway, so they went in the opposite direction, to the back storage room, and up into the attic. While climbing through the attic window normally made Amy nervous, she preferred that to getting eaten. Once on the ground, they heard a scream from the front of the dormitory, and opted to take the narrow alleyway behind it.
"Where are we going?" Chloe whispered, short legs struggling to keep up with the jock.
Amy hadn't thought that far ahead. She said the first thing that popped into her mind, "The Auto Shop."
((Let me know if I messed up Chloe at all, Zim. I just wanted her to get more love.))
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