In 2006, a Virus was exposed to a small town in Colarado. The Infection wasn't contained. . . Nor was the story behind it explained. Slowly the Virus spread, in over 24 hours, half of the population in America was consumed. The Dead Walk, and people are slowly becoming insane by the effects.
The Plot: You Visit a Mall expecting to do your Daily Shopping in life. All is Well. You get to the average mall and Everyone is doing their daily lives. The Catch: The Mall is trying to Eat you. The Counter: You've got Weapons.
Hallucinations (open) « Result #2 on Feb 7, 2007, 7:38pm »
Sally slowly walked down the way, her hands over her ears. Her bright green hair was extroridnarily wild today.
"It's a small world after all. It's a small world after all." she sang.
She never inetened to eat anyone. She never had the appettiete to eat the living, so she just snacked on the deceased. The small child uncovered her ears and began to whistle.
It's so hard when I have to, and so easy when I want to...
Joined: Jan 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 1 Location: Earth, Mach II
Adrian Marylnn Rorik « Result #3 on Jan 31, 2007, 1:42am »
Name: Adrian Marylnn Rorik Nickname: Andy Alias: Bloody Mary Age: 20 Blood Type: AB+ Group: Merc Weapons: She always carries her snub-nose revolver, ironically nicknamed "First Aid". It's basically a modified Saturday Night Special, with an ivory handle and it can hold 8 rounds of ammo at a time. If she can find them, she is somewhat skilled with knives, but knows that close-quarters combat with our decomposing buddies is a bad idea and uses such only as a last resort, or to get a rusty door open.
Personality: Falling under the "Black Sheep" category due to her upbringing (we'll get to that in a moment), Adrian usually spends time alone working on her computer or fiddling with electronics. She is naturally brilliant, with an IQ of almost 210. Adrian is outspoken, outlandish, and very outgoing with an oversized chunk of self confidence that seems to come from no where. She can be very cold to the point of heartlessness, but is deep down a very compassionate and loving individual, and is the type of person that you will hate on first sight, but she grows on you after a while.
Physical Description: Andy, as preferred to be called, is what one would call a "Crazy Person", wearing wild clothing, strange jewelry, and even stranger hair colors that change as often as the weather. Her eyes are normally deep brown, but almost always appear crimson in low light and due to them being bloodshot 99% of the time. She has semi pale/pinkish skin from lack of sun, and from naturally thin skin. Her body is also rather lean and bony, and underdeveloped, so Adrian is usually mistaken for younger than she is. Her hair is cut short, and is naturally a red-brown color. For more info, look at the sig. It changes from time-to-time, so be on the lookout!
History: Adrian was born in Bucharest, Romania with her twin brother Scott. However, her parents were victims of a bank robbery and were caught in the cross fire. Just in the wrong place at the wrong time, if you will, leaving the two of them as orphans at age three. They were thus left to their uncle, who was also a sort of mob boss with an army of child assassins. When they turned seven, they were also trained, Adrian’s ever growing intellect making her an even greater advisory for those she was paired with during training. She and Scott were fast learners, and sent on their first mission when they were only nine. Adrian had a thirst for spilling blood, ever since, and her ruthless killing earned her the name of "Bloody Mary" (coming from her middle name being Marylnn).
But fate never seemed to like our little Mary.
When her and Scott turned 12, Adrian found herself with an inability to stay warm, or keep her cuts and scrapes from clotting. When all the other children (there was really only five others besides herself and her brother) got sick, she remained healthy, and her eyes slowly turned a reddish-brown color. Early one morning, it was found that one of the children had killed Adrian and Scott’s aunt, and drained her of her every last drop of the crimson liquid that gives us life. Scott took the blame, resulting in his execution that very evening. That truly sent Adrian over the edge, and caused her to go on a bit of a rampage. But she wasn’t the only enraged one among the seven assassin children. Three of the others were too, and thus Andy was drawn into a battle to the death that only one of them really died in the process of, since her uncle feared their power and cast them all out into the world.
Adrian, now having to survive on her own, made her way to Canada (after hacking her uncle’s bank account, of course, only taking a few million), where she met a boy who was only a year older than her named Conwell James. Connie, as Adrian affectionately calls him, was outcast from his Amish town due to his gift with knowing the limits of the human body, seeing it as a demonic curse of some sort. His faith gone, and heart broken, he wondered about, just waiting to die. Adrian took his hand and told him she would be his strength, if he hers. Somewhere during the four years of living together, Conwell and Adrian got married, though neither changing their names. Despite their love, they keep their marriage a secret, since they are so young.
Another of the child assassins (Charon, something of a rival to her during the earlier years with Scott) eventually tracked her down. There was a bloody mess of a fight, resulting in a resturant nearly being torn to bits, and Adrian getting the scar down her back that she still wears today. Charon, however, got unlucky- he was thrown from the roof, and landed on the roof of a car, severing his spine and killing him instantly. She knew she wasn't safe there anymore, though. Thus, she did what anyone would do: Move to the U.S.A, and lay low. Unfortunately, Conwell refused to accompany her, instead staying in Canada. When Adrian's sure that the heat died down from Charon's death, she promised to return to him, and she calls him on her cell phone whenever she gets the chance. She never does it around people, though, as she doesn't want to endanger Conwell.
Sample Rp: Adrian was, as usual, exhausted. These sort of things really took the edge out of her, she hadn't slept for eight days straight now. She shuffled her way back toward her trusty 1986 VW Beetle, her boots scraping lethargically on the cracked and hardened pavement. She pulled open the car door with a bit of forced effort. A metallic snap rang out in the parking garage, and Adrian muttered several Romanian curses at the infernal object of her utmost hatred. At least, the utmost at that moment. She clambered into the worn old seat, and fumbled around with the glove compartment for a bit, her clumsy fingers slipping off of the handle. Eventually, she got a hold of it, and pulled it open. Sitting there was her favorite derringer- a modest snub-nose, but a bit old-timey. It was basically a Saturday Night Special with an ivory handle. But that wasn't her objective at the moment. Next to it was an unopened pack of cigarettes, sitting on the unpaid parking ticket like Excalibur in the stone. She grasped it easily, but not firmly, and tore the plastic bit off with unmatched vigor. She yanked out a cigarette, flicked out her zippo, and took a deep breath of the death-stick. "Ahh, good hell..." She remarked, and blew the thin grey air out of her nose, leaning back in her seat a little. Heaven. Wait, wait, wait- it wasn't heaven just yet. She pressed a few buttons on the old-fashioned cassette player, and mumbled a few more of those curses that she loved oh-so-much to use. Eventually, it buzzed to life with a bit of a staticy zip just underneath the lyrics and instruments of the Beatles.
Creme tangerine and Montélimar! A ginger sling, with a pineapple heart!
She could practically see Saint Peter having a smoke with her in the backseat. She turned the key in the ignition, and the car let out a defiant sputter. "Bastard of rats, start now..." Andy leaned back a little, and slapped her palm down on the dashboard in frustration. She sighed, took another puff of her cigarette, and tried again. Sputtaputtaputt- nothing. If anyone had been in the parking garage at the moment, they would have heard various Romanian phrases, most of them pertaining to said offender's mother.
A coffee dessert- Yes, you know it's good news! But you'll have to have them all pulled out. After the Savoy truffle!
"Minca-mi-ai căcatu' futu-te-n git de parşiv! Ce-i căcatu' ăsta?! Pizda mă-ti de nemernic!"
Cool cherry cream, nice apple tart! I feel your taste all the time we're apart! Coconut fudge... Really blows down those blues!
After that little outburst, Andy leaned back in her seat, and took another deep drag from her cigarette. "Wow, good felt that..." She said out of the side of her mouth, and sighed. Today wasn't the greatest day. If you had seen her face, her already reddish-brown eyes were more bloodshot than normal, and her breathing was slower, raspier. This showed in her voice, as well. She sounded like her throat was completely dry, as she hadn't taken a drink of water in at least four days.
But you'll have to have them all pulled out. After the Savoy truffle! But you'll have to have them all pulled out. After the Savoy truffle!
She clicked off the radio, and leaned back in her seat. She simply wanted a job, or just something better to do than sit on her thumbs all day. She had been tracking down Charon all day, but to no avail. She had no information, other than that Charon kept himself very well-hid. Oh well, no point in staying here. She turned the key in the ignition, and pulled out of the parking garage, and into the night ahead...
Safe Place (open) « Result #4 on Jan 3, 2007, 5:02pm »
This area of the mall was like heaven for the suvivors stuck inside the zombie infested mall. Everywhere they'd look, zombies, but not in this part of the mall. Atleast, not yet. After travling up the stairs and escaping the zombie attack, Hunter found his way to the East Wing of the mall and saw many exausted survivors. Waving as he passed, he could already see that these people were just like him in a sense. Hunter made his little camp area in a corner, allowing himself to sit down and try to rest.
Re: Why won't you just die?!?! (OPEN) « Result #5 on Jan 3, 2007, 4:38pm »
Laurell giggled as she heard the soft shuffles and moans of the zombies, she cradled her arm against her body as she ran towards the safest place she knew, she dodged round corner after corner turning left and then right losing herself in the maze of shops before she skidded to a halt and turned her eyes to the hatch, set in the wall 8 foot above her, the open vent wasnt easy to reach but safe once you was in, Laurell crouched beneath the opening and using all her strength flung her self upwards her hands grabbing for the rope she left dangling at 6ft her fingers snagged it and she pulled before climbing her way up to the safety of the hatch and dragged the rope up after her, giggling softly slightly out of breath, she peeked out of the hatch and watched for the zombies secretly hoping that it had given Hunter enough time to get away from them.
Re: Why won't you just die?!?! (OPEN) « Result #6 on Jan 3, 2007, 4:32pm »
As most of the zombies turned sharply and started trudging toward the bakery, Hunter knew that Laurell had done something. "Always trying to help.....I TOLD YOU I DONT WANT YOUR HELP WOMAN!"he shouted, hoping she could hear. Turning back around, he sprinted up the stairs to try and find more suvivors.
Re: Why won't you just die?!?! (OPEN) « Result #7 on Jan 3, 2007, 4:29pm »
Laurell croached in the doorrway and watched listening to hunter voice as he taunted the zombies 'and he said i was pysco' she mused softly before drawing her knife and slowly running it down her arm and across her palm, the blood oozing slowly from the wound before running faster laurell closed her eyes and squeezed her hand into a fist to draw more clood from the wound, before wiping it all over the front wall of the bakery, she watched Hunter as he turned towards the stairs and smiled, maybe he would get away and live to fight another day or maybe not. Laurell grabbed the end of her shirt and wrapped it tightly round her sliced arm and hand before slipping silently behind the shop corner, knowing full well that the zombies would smell her fresh blood and follow, she was fast, much faster then they were and she knew places they couldnt follow.
Re: Why won't you just die?!?! (OPEN) « Result #8 on Jan 3, 2007, 4:25pm »
"You zombies are sooooo slow! Come on, come and get me would ya? Maybe being a zombie wouldnt be so bad......except for the whole part about me being chewed alive and ripped apart savagly. Ouch....hmm. Ok how long have I been talking to myself and your still not even close guys. All you do is moan and groan. Though, your pretty dangerous up close and personal. Hey....stairs?" he said looking over to his right. They were pretty far away, but with the rate these zombies were going, he could make it. Hunter was just worried that the psycopath would follow.
Re: Why won't you just die?!?! (OPEN) « Result #9 on Jan 3, 2007, 4:21pm »
Laurell watched hunter through a patch of cleanish glass of the bakery window, the voices in her head were whispering to her to help him before he got turned into one of them, she closed her eyes and bit her lip 'he doesnt want my help he just said he dont want my help' she whispered softly to herself as she watched him backing up further, his eyes looked wild and scared. laurell closed her own eyes and turned her back to the window, 'he doesnt want my help he can deal with them' she told herself as she tried to control her breathing, she listened as the voices in her head whispered to her softly of more zombies approaching fast, Laurell shook her head, 'no he said he can do it he dont need my help' she insisted to herself. the voices in her mind wouldnt stop whispering, 'how am i to help him if he dont want my help' she asked softly, her eyes opening as she turned back to the window again. a slow smile spread on her lips as an idea came to mind, she drew her knife and silently opened the bakery door stepping out slowly and noislessly her eyes fixed on the zombies
Re: Why won't you just die?!?! (OPEN) « Result #10 on Jan 3, 2007, 4:14pm »
"Awww gross!" he shouted as he was spattered with blood. "All over my new jacket too.". Turning, he heard Laurell bid him fairwell and skipped into the bakery shop. "Whatever.....I think Id be safer with these zombies than with you" he mumbled to himself. HUnter backed up, so that he had enough time to think before the slow moving zombies could reach him. "Ok think, think, think. Where.....could I go, to be away from crazy people and..zombies.? In this mall...NOWHERE!" he shouted
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