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[ashehole]

Open RP Post


⊛ find a character you want to play with and respond to their thread. can't find who you want? let me know!
⊛ we can make up a scenario, adapt a meme of some sort, or... something else? whatever the fuck we want.
⊛ if you need ideas, the random scenario meme has just about anything you could want.
⊛FUCK YEAH WE'RE TOTALLY ROLEPLAYING RIGHT NOW!!!

Handy-Dandy Quick Links:
Commander Shepard ⊛ Catty Turner ⊛ Chloe Saunders
Isabelle Beaumont ⊛ Vanessa Cleveland ⊛ Elijah Keaton
Jordan Langley ⊛ Prince Charming ⊛ Finnick Odair
Meetra Surik ⊛ Sir Gwaine ⊛ Tristan
Belgarion of Riva ⊛ Shelby Rook ⊛ Galen Marek
Alyss Heart ⊛ Revan ⊛ Quincie P. Morris
Annie Cresta ⊛ Sally Malik ⊛ Simon Bae
Shadow ⊛ Daniel Bianchi ⊛ Fenris

Comments

[sociopathchan]

So you know how to murder shit, right. [It wasn't a question so much as a statement, not really here or there and extremely casual given the situation they were in. Personally Chris was pretty sick of zombies, before his world had stopped being a world and started to be more like a circus act and rollercoaster's malformed lovechild zombies had been all the rage. Shows, games, old literature- it was pretty beaten to death.

Frankly he was disappointed that out of all the things Abax could send them it was zombies. Talk about uninspired.

Of course like a hundred people had died already and all that jazz, but Chris hadn't and Shelby hadn't so he wasn't feeling particularly worried or stressed about the situation. They had a pretty good little nest on the second floor of the museum, good sniping ground. He was pretty sure prince faggot was running around somewhere safe and sound, probably finding weapons or stocking up on tampons, it wasn't Chris's business.

He wasn't really a fighter anyway, Alice always did the real fighting. Chris was usually the supply procurer, or something else along the sneakier lines. Now that he was starting to figure out this time magic bullshit maybe he could be more helpful, but mostly he was just lazing around, watching the masses of zombies just out the window and throwing them bits of jerky just to watch the spectacle.]

Do you think zombies can eat other zombies? [Chris Foster, asking the important questions so you don't have to.]

[assassinates]

That's what I was trained for. [Shelby's never seen the undead before. Generally, when a body died, it stopped moving. These things are unnatural to her, and she's already learned pretty quickly that the normal methods of killing a person don't exactly work with these zombies.

She watches the zombies rip at each other to get the dried meat that Chris continues to toss at them. They're like wild animals, she assesses. Wild animals that can only be put down with severe trauma to their brains in some fashion. That had hands and an unnatural strength to do things with them.

A shudder runs through her, almost uncharacteristic. She's seen so many horrors, but nothing like this.]

It seems that they need living flesh to sustain themselves, and they haven't tried to attack each other yet.