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Pickles
Night Surgeon
 
Posts : 224
Birthday : 1995-06-13
Join date : 2014-06-06
Age : 28
Location : In the most metal home of all; Mordhaus.
![Infected [Pickles/Ritsu/Mew] Empty](https://2img.net/i/empty.gif) |  Subject: Infected [Pickles/Ritsu/Mew] ![Infected [Pickles/Ritsu/Mew] I_icon_minitime](https://2img.net/s/t/16/04/65/i_icon_minitime.png) Wed Sep 10, 2014 3:37 am | |
| The year is... doesn't exactly matter thanks to the devastation the world has undergone. Everything is in ruins, shambles, and only a bare minimum amount of people have managed to survive under the pressure of fending off the zombies. Buildings still remain completely intact, just rundown or overrun with the infected, falling apart from only age and no maintenance.
These zombies are nothing like the 'horror movie' zombies however, when people usually think 'zombie', no... they are smarter, swifter, faster, and while brainless and thrive on flesh they still have the senses of a predator and are able to hunt just like rabid animals. (Oh by the way- hell yes. Rabid animals can also be infected if a zombie decides that he is starved...) Flesh is their key not brains. There are enough hoards of them to gather around you to where you have virtually no chance of escape, this is one of their most commonly used hunting methods. They litter the world like ants.... and while they don't exactly hold weapons and attack they don't need to, being inhuman they are strong and powerful. Their biggest weapon-
Their bite; once bitten you too become an infected zombie, no matter how big or small, but it's not a swift fate. Within the first few hours you begin to feel the effects of the bite; skin slowly growing colder and colder, body turning gray, tongue going from pink to gray, eyes turning soulless and fishy-eyed... before finally, even before you feel the blood lust, most people within the twenty four hours of being bitten they become just another addition to the ever-growing walking dead.
Rumors went around in the very beginning that the government was trying to build the perfect army by biologically trying to alter peoples genetics and DNA to make them the perfect soldiers. Of course many people dismissed this, no matter how many people had suddenly disappeared... However, each and every experiment seemed to fail, so thus they needed to find another way to destroy their enemies....
The next set of rumors before there was no one left to spread them, that went around was that the government was now working on some type of biological warfare with one particular disease that they can inject someone with, send them back to their people, and have them slaughter each and every one of them, killing the enemy from the inside out and all associated with them. Of course, they needed their own test experiments to see if it would work...
It started at the hospitals- something happened to one of the patients, someone, one of the surgeons (as the rumor went) injected someone with the disease as a test run, and pretty soon the doctors and nurses were the first things to go, being eaten alive, if not becoming part of the hoards.
The rest of the infection spread throughout the world by bites from the zombies who didn't finish their meal until soon there was nothing left but the small groups of people that remained among the hoards, only surviving to see the sunrise of another morning, living off minimal supplies such as food and water. Sleep- never seemed to be an option and the biggest rule was to keep moving not only in search of more supplies but also not taking the chance to be surrounded and eaten like most unfortunate groups had faced by holing themselves up in an abandoned building. For some unfortunate souls, they can't handle the pressure and decide to die by their own terms- suicide.
The remaining clans would sometimes purpose leaders or give out ranks or positions to remain alive or some would just simply all work together doing everything. There wasn't exactly any set rules to living in this world or tricks or tips to keeping alive, but there was one goal that everyone together usually focused on and this one goal would usually bring each and every group together in their time of need;
Stay alive.
Will you be a survivor or just another zombie??- Group:
- Group Leader:
Username: Pickles
Character Name: Marcel Alestier
Nickname: Marcy
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Marcel is roughly about 5'7 and has long black hair that falls in his right darkest eye most of the time. Maybe about shoulder-blade length or a tad bit longer. Though sometimes in both. His hair is a strange color black, almost like the color of a crow, that when the sun hits it, it becomes a deep dark blue hue on top just like its feathers. Marcel has two different colored eyes to represent his personality; one is a deep toxic green and the other is such a dark color that his pupils are almost impossible to see. Certain portions of the skin on his body look like a patchwork of gray areas like a mismatched quilt. He has unusually sharp canines, and a particular scar on his left hip that had healed up from a long time ago, it is a very old mark... it had healed and scared up and instead of arms or shoulder like typical places instead this was very close if not on his hip. The upper part of the scar is only revealed when Marcy's pants fall a little low due to lack of belt while the rest disappears behind the fabric. On his back is what looks to
possibly be a tattoo? Of a crow. But amazingly in such fine detail it appeared that barbed wire was wrapped around that crow, strangling it to death. So the more it struggled the more in bled out and died. If you look close enough though you'd be able to see that that barbed wire was NOT part of the tattoo- if that even was a tattoo- and instead was a huge scar wrapped around his back and upper torso.
Personality: Marcy is a loner by default only founded by the group who almost instantly decided to follow him even though he wanted to be alone. The typical 'badass' who is keen to do EVERYTHING by himself and untrusting of absolutely everyone. How else had he managed to last this long in that world? Even though he can seem a bit menacing at times and is always opening up his mouth to threaten- even though he thinks almost everyone in his group are idiots (not the characters you guys play but the other random people) he still for some odd reason refuses to abandon them or leave them for zombie chow. Why? He could never guess it, always tempted but never actually did it. He usually sums it up as his zombie side wanting a fresh meal but never once has he turned on his group... he is the hardass who while he never takes into consideration how other people feel, he does try his best to use his powers to keep everyone safe. He's the broody type of person however who, has never truly been known to smile at least- seeing an honest one is rare. He keeps to himself, doesn't say much, but expects not to be questions and Odin forbid you question him, he doesn't take lightly to that. Though, no matter how crazy he may be, or how his mood swings may get the better of him and cause him to throw things (his knives, tires, objects in general) he must be doing something right because he has earned everyone's trust and undying loyalty in his group. Truly though no one knows if he became this way after getting bitten (because of how gentle and sweet, protective, and caring he CAN act) or was that was previously. Actually no one knows nothing about Marcy besides knowing about how he had been bitten (thanks to him not hiding the patch work of gray skin very well) and feels absolute sympathy (instead of disgust) for him. Though, some do fear him turning in on them once the blood lust consumes him. He can be quite mouthy and may threaten a lot, but will never act on it until forced to. However, most of his personality issues (like the tantrums, broodiness, and over all unhappiness) generally come from the fact that he's fighting a war that sometimes he knows he's losing inside of himself...
Bio: Will find out later.
Weapon of Choice: Knives. So many knives, knives hidden everywhere on his form.
Loner/Member: Member
Group: Apocalypse
Job: Leader
Infected: Yes
Modifications: Can speak telepathically to the Crows and understand them along with his ability to run a bit faster, fight a bit stronger, and remain a bit more resilient than the other humans. Though not by too much to cause any suspicion... just enough to make him a bit swifter than the average.
Animal: Crow
Other: Seems to have a strange looking jet black cat with red markings on his fur following him around. Many of the members presume it was blood... He can also understand him telepathically somehow, but just doesn't let the others know, and has fondly dubbed him "Carn", short for "Carnivorous" or "Carnage". It truly is the only thing he shows such sweet, gentle, and fondness for. It's strange how the cat seems to be able to calm him down.
- Group Doctor:
Username: Ritsu Character Name: Reid Eager Nickname: - Gender: Male Age: 32 Appearance: ![Infected [Pickles/Ritsu/Mew] Anime-Boy-And-Wine-Free-728208](https://2img.net/h/megahdwall.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/Anime-Boy-And-Wine-Free-728208.jpg) Personality: Reid tends to be very quiet, preferring to simply focus on the job at hand instead of human interaction. Despite this, he seems to enjoy getting to cut people up. Bio: Reid prefers to keep to himself, so very little is known about him. He seems to think highly of Marcel though. Weapon of Choice: Anything he can get his hands on. Loner/Member: Member Group: Apocalypse Job: Doctor Infected: No Modifications: N/A Animal: N/A Other:
- Group:
- Group Doctor:
Username: Pickles
Character Name: ----
Nickname: ---
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: When he makes his cameo.
Personality: Find out in RP.
Bio: Will find out later.
Weapon of Choice: Scalpel
Loner/Member: Member
Group: Assassin
Job: Doctor
Infected: No
Modifications:
Animal:
Other:
- Group Scout:
Username: Mew-Chan Character Name: Ixabelle Okashi (Her name was originally Isabelle Thorncrown, but changed it after her experimentations due to feeling she deserved a more anime-ish name ^^')Nickname: Ixxe Gender: Female Age: 15-16 range (She has basically forgot her actual age since the shit hit the fan...)Appearance: A very petite and slender girl of extremely fair complexion and cream hair which seems to not ever have been cut due to the sheer length and seemingly unkempt appearance. Her eyes are a blend of a pale chartreuse and faded azure in color which tend to glitter with a sheen of curiosity and wonderment. Along with this, she has the odd features of a cat's ears and a small, furry tail to which she usually keeps hidden beneath her choice of attire. Ixxe has a general distaste for shoes and often refuses to wear them, sporting socks as the only source of protection from the ground, which also assists with her increase of speed. She favors light, loose, and airy attire such as baggy or thin shirts and frilly skirts, to which she can move freely in, and enjoys adorning herself in trinkets, bracelets, clips, and the like- often meant to entertain her for later if she tends to get bored or in order to cause a noisy distraction. - Image One:
- Image Two:
Personality: She's devious, but sweet and always cheerfully spunky. She got along well with most others before the apocalypse, but now doesn't trust others easily and is quick to snap at a person if she feels they are threatening in any way. She's a bit cocky and enjoys messing with some and just plain out pissing off others when she acts like an ass, but she is generally good natured all around. Her biggest flaw, however, is her bad habit of stealing, whether it is a small thing like a shiny, useless trinket, or something much more valuable like ammunition or food, thus leading her to be untrustworthy and thought of as unpredictable when it comes to her loyalties. Bio: Ixxe was originally just your everyday student who both loved and hated her life experiences. However, as a person who practically drowned herself in any anime, manga, or video game she could get her hands on, she was constantly looking for a better life. When she found a way to make this dream a reality, Ixxe offered herself to be taken in as a subject for the various experiments on mankind as an underage and 'under-the-radar' subject for tests hidden from the public. Thus was what led to her genetic mutations and cat-like features and abilities. Both which she greatly adored. However, when the world came crashing down around everyone and only some of the other mutated subjects surviving her particular laboratory, instead of being scared or angry or sad, Ixxe was excited to live in a world she had been longing for for so long. Perhaps a zombie-filled wasteland wasn't her first choice, but it was a world ripped straight out of the various fictional stories she had so often read. She currently works with the Assassin Group as a scout, but because of her ideals, the group's members see her as a liability and a threat as she doesn't seem to take the whole ordeal seriously and actually enjoys living in their current world without any hope for change. After all- no school. No responsibility. Right? Thus she often lives on her own and only returns to the group for information on the group's movement and whenever she needs to drop off supplies which she has gathered for them. Weapon of Choice: Whatever she can get her hands on, but most often uses an ice pick and a balisong- both which she owned before the Apocalypse. As such weapons would have in an anime, like that which she often watched before the end of the world, Ixxe gave her two favorite weapons names- Papinella: A single butterfly knife with a metal handle coated in a light pink paint which is lined with silver scrapes and scratches from wear. Tsurara: An average-length ice pick with the wooden handle painted pink, although it is splattered in both red and black for both types of blood... Loner/Member: She appears to be a loner at first glance as she lives hidden away and alone, but she is in fact part of a group. Group: Assassins, though she doesn't stay with them full time. Job: Scout- her reasoning for often being away from the group. Infected: Nope. No bities :3 Modifications: Due to her genetics being spliced with that of a cat, her balance and agility is superb in comparison to that of a typical human's. Though she is swifter than most, it is only due to her age and has nothing to do with her genetics. Her hearing is also quite keen, but nothing that would seem inhuman with the exception of her oddly shaped ears which are hidden mostly by her hair. She also has a tail, though very short and unnoticeable, which helps to better her balance. Despite being related to cats, she cannot understand their language. However, they are drawn to her and she can better understand their body language and gestures than most others. Animal: Cat! (Meow X3) Other: She's an invaluable member which her group is currently torn over- the followers seeing her as a danger while the higher ups see her as someone who could never be replaced. However, Ixxe sees the group for the most part as a hindrance and could leave them forever with the single drop of a hat. The only thing that keeps her tied to them is the lack of human interaction anywhere else. But that doesn't mean she won't leave them in others come along.... Currently, she is holed up in an old, run-down apartment on a high floor which she sees as her new home. It is filled with knickknacks and old toys, comic books and manga of all sorts, and various other things she has collected during her scouring sessions. Including lots of canned and dried foods and even seeds which she could plant and grow- mainly tomatoes and peppers. She's not fond of letting anyone know where exactly it is she stays for the fear that those followers of her group would try to attack it to raid her of all her food. Being that it is the end of the world, animals do seem to be wandering the earth freely once more, and due to Ixxe's "mutations" attracting of stray cats, the girl lives in the apartment with a collection of cats, all of which she has named: Sakura - A large, slender white male with odd red eyes, believed to be an albino. Very muscular and seen to be the head of the kitty cluster. Quince - A small, slim male kitten caught in the age between kitten and adolescence with a tabby coat of ginger and sharp green eyes. He's quite gentle, but overly playful. Aster - The tiniest of the group, a small female kitten with fluffy fur of ash grey marked by faint marbling and small eyes of greyish green. She is the boldest when it comes to food and fears nothing- from dogs to walkers. Primrose - The prettiest kitty, dressed in a long coat of silky cream fur with golden eyes and white markings on her chest, chin, and paws. She is quiet and calm. Willow - A large, but lanky black tom with the build of a Siamese and the largest green eyes. He is sweet and like a baby doll, adolescent in age. Candytuft - A soft white she-cat with pink eyes and downy feathered fur. She appears to be albino as well and carries a very loving, yet sassy air about her. Hellebore - An average-sized male with a tuxedo-marked pelt of black and white. Great muscle graces him along with ominous, reddish amber eyes. He is proud and somewhat aggressive. Viola - A slim tortoiseshell female or various hues in black, brown, tan, and grey with delicate bones and odd periwinkle eyes. She seems fragile, but is very sneaky and quick.
- Loners:
- Maddie Piper:
Username: Ritsu Character Name: Medusa Piper Nickname: Maddie Gender: Female Age: 29 Appearance: - Image One:
- Image Two:
Personality: She has a sadistic streak a mile wide and she likes to see how far her snarkiness can push people before they snap. She's usually respectful by default, but when someone manages to get under her skin the respectfulness becomes a veil for insults. Other than that, she generally keeps to herself and focuses on her experiments. Bio: Maddie is driven by one thing: knowledge. And she will get it by any means necessary, even if it's experimentation on a human. It probably doesn't help that she has a massive sadistic streak either. She just likes seeing what the human body is capable of, and to prove that she went so far as to splice her own DNA with that of a mamba. (She probably has a bit of a masochistic streak in her as well.) Whether or not the child, Luka, who follows her is her own child is never clear as no one can really be sure what "morals" she would break in her quest to gain knowledge, but even he isn't free from her experimentation. Weapon of Choice: Any sort of blade, really, even swords. But she adores blades that can be hidden (like scalpels) as they make it possible for her to scare people to the point of peeing themselves, an occurrence that amuses her. Loner/Member: Loner Group: - Job: Doctor Infected: No Modifications: Being that her DNA is spliced with a mamba, she has near inhuman speed and possibly strength as well. She also seems to be intune with vibrations in the same way Luka is with sounds. Animal: Mamba Other: Even though she works on her own, Maddie likes to aggravate Marcel "for the hell of it". It's how she entertains herself when experiments need "down time".
- Luka:
Username: Ritsu Character Name: Lukas Piper Nickname: Luka Gender: Male Age: 16 Appearance: - Image One:
Personality: Luka's a bit of a follower by nature, but his normally skittish nature is calmed by Maddie's confident aura. He seems to genuinely care for her and enjoy her presence despite her experiments. Bio: He doesn't talk about his past, so his connection to Maddie is a secret they share betwixt themselves. What is clear is that she's made Luka just like her, splicing his DNA with a rabbit's. As such, he's a bit of a pet project to her, trying to turn "prey" into "predator". Weapon of Choice: Akeldama, his sword. Loner/Member: Loner Group: - Job: Follower Infected: No Modifications: Given his personality, it's uncertain where the line between his modifications and his inborn nature lie. But he does seem to be incredibly sensitive to sounds, even those too quiet for human ears. Animal: Rabbit Other:
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|  | | Pickles
Night Surgeon
Posts : 224
Birthday : 1995-06-13
Join date : 2014-06-06
Age : 28
Location : In the most metal home of all; Mordhaus.
| | Subject: Re: Infected [Pickles/Ritsu/Mew] Wed Sep 10, 2014 3:52 am | |
| Everything was eerily silent. Not a noise or thing stirred in the hot and still summer air. The sun had begun to beat down on the Earth with it's blistering heat- possibly being midday perhaps. All you could hear was the constant thrumming beat of footsteps against the hot pavement of the road. They were sluggish and slow, you could tell just by the footsteps alone that the group was completely
worn out.
Caw!
Everyone besides the one the one in front jumped- startled by the sudden rip in the silence. A call of a crow. The man in front snorted at everyone's childishness. They had seen the damn birds around the area, why the hell would everyone be surprised if they called out to a fellow brethren? What the one in front didn't understand was, it wasn't them being surprised that the crow had made a noise- it was that they were still jumpy over their last zombie attack that had taken away three previous members of their little troupe. Now with less, they had less power- especially with the one leading them being injured as well.
Caw!
The heat continued to bare down and everyone was beginning to relax, yet just as everyone calmed down, the man in front- the only one with long black hair- seemed even more alert then before. As if he was catching on to hidden messages and listening in on something the others just couldn't hear because it was too far away. His ears were pricked his black eyes watching the road ahead, narrowed dangerously. It didn't take the group long to notice the sudden tension in the one in front and suddenly everyone else was back on edge as well,eyes darting left and right eyeing each and every lone car suspiciously.
Caw!
They had been traveling the paved road for who knows how long in the blistering heat. Not even taking a break to stop. Lost and yet still, they walked on deeper into the sea of left behind cars. It was a do or die thing, and yet finally, one of the members spoke, seeming to break from the hunger and heat.
"Damn it Marcy-!"
And that was as far as the brunette was able to get. For a fist had struck only a few inches away from his head into an abandoned car leaving a nice little dent- you could only imagine what a direct hit would have done to the man, but he couldn't speak let alone think as those unusually colored dangerous piercing black eyes held his gaze furiously. A black veil of hair shading his features making him appear more ominous and threatening.
Their faces were only mere inches from each other, yet under that darkness it was still easy to see the patch work of gray skin among the other they called "Marcy". Signs of a bad infection from a zombie bite he had received a long time ago before they had even met. A long moment of silence fell between him and the patch work man before finally he spoke in a low snarl. When his teeth bared, you could see small signs of unusually sharper canines then another fellow human. Was that the zombie kicking in or-?
"Don't EVER call me MARCY again- it is MARCEL- if you want to keep your fucking tongue located in your mouth!"
He pulled his fist away and eyed the rest of the troupe.
"Is that understood?" He snapped. All wide eyed and petrified of the dark figure they nodded. Getting his point across was something that the male named Marcel did VERY well for no one uttered a single comment besides "Yes leader Marcel" or similar things as he took his place back in front of everyone and resumed their walking in silence. Marcel was NOT a force to be reckoned with, and maybe that was why people still followed him- even though he could be a real ass at times.
He was the broody type, but maybe his personality had changed when he had gotten bitten? No one was for sure, all they knew was that he was a damn fine leader- even though he never wanted to be- and that they were happy to have him. He was EXCELLENT with knives and had managed to protect them up until now- until his shoulder had gotten injured and he could barely move his left hand. Marcel on the other hand thought different about "his survival group". He hated them, every single last one of them and found them to be quite stupid at times. He would have happily given them over to the zombies by now if he himself didn't need- the raven haired male's eyes widened and he quickly shook his head. NO. He was NOT going there with his thoughts, he would NOT think about such things or suddenly succumb to his "OTHER" side. His more ravenous blood thirsty zombie side that he had fought for a long time now to just suddenly up and lose now.
How long had he been fighting it? Marcel had lost count and refused to brood on such a topic- after all it only pissed him off further and put him in a shittier mood.
Caw!
"Marcel.... when are we going to stop?"
The brown headed male tried again watching his word choice around the easily angered leader.
"We are all thirsty... and hungry... We haven't eaten in days! And god, sleeping hasn't even BEEN apart of our vocabulary in awhile..."
"It's either food and drink or sleep." Marcel answered shortly stopping in midstep to face everyone with cold eyes.
"Do we all choose food or would you all like to sleep and never wake back up?"
No answer. Everyone knew what they were going to choose, with that Marcel continued on. Still high strung from what he had heard as he clenched his injuries and bleeding limp shoulder. He hadn't failed to notice how more and more every day his path work gray and white skin was beginning to be more gray then white, or how he was frequently starting to get his little hunger spells...
it was hard to fight the monster inside when you've gone without sleep or anything to drink or eat in a long time. Goddamn it he KNEW he should have just killed off that brown headed moron awhile ago instead of letting him join! He had eaten the remaining of their provisions which should have been enough to last them all for a long time. Greedy ass kid. He'd be the first to go when- NO!
"Marcel!"
A female's voice now caught his attention and jarred him away from his arguing thoughts. His eyes focused back on to the road once more and froze. He knew this would happen before they even approached the scene yet fighting with his better judgement he had hoped by the time they had gotten up here they would be gone- how wrong was he? A hoard of zombies were chasing down this man (introducing Reid)- a doctor perhaps? And getting rather close to catching him. Instantly Marcel knew what was going to be asked and he let out a low snort.
"No."
"But.. Marcel look at-"
"NO."
"Marcel-" A different voice. "We need a-"
"NO!"
"C'mon Marcel! It's just one more person-"
"Goddamn it I said NO!"
"Please Marcel? He might know how to get food and-"
"IF ANY of you suggest me saving him again, I swear I will throw you to the zombies myself, now SHUT UP!"
A cat suddenly jumped up on his uninjured shoulder. A jet black cat with red markings on his fur. The others had presumed it was blood... The cat looked up at Marcel, eyeing his injured shoulder boldly as if saying that he NEEDED to get that fixed. It's only making you weaker in your battle... some soft voice whispered in his head.
His cold dark eyes softened on the kitten on his shoulder and letting out an unhappy sigh of defeat he shook his head. "Fine, Carn, fine.. you win." It wasn't infrequent that Marcy talked to his favorite little pet, so this didn't shock the other members of the troupe as Marcel set the cat down and focused his eyes on the chase up ahead. Letting out another sigh- again, doing something he REALLY didn't want to do-
He pushed himself forward sliding into the shadows of the nearby abandoned cars, gliding in and out between them like a ghost- silent, and determined, before he finally made it close enough to attack the zombies and stop their chase on the doctor. A dangerous snarl ripped out of his chest as he lunged over a nearby car and landed in front of them standing in between them and the doctor.
"You brainless motherfuckers are going to wish you STAYED dead once I finish with you!" Two knives were suddenly in his hands- even in his injured one as he braced himself for the heat of the battle. His hair glistened in the sun making his raven-like black turn into a dark almost blue-black tent. His dark eyes glistening with a spark of hidden fire and his path work gray and white skin was noticeable
in the sunlight against his black shirt as he pushed his way into the hoard- fear nonexistent to the male as he began chopping and dicing up every zombie he could sink his knives into.
Dodging easily, light on his feet almost like a dancer, for a moment the male seemed to be doing great, taking on one after the other body parts littering the ground until- he felt teeth dig inside his already open wound on his shoulder. Eyes widened the knife fell out of that hand. "Fuck!" He hissed and in a quick slicing motion beheaded the fucker that had taken yet another chunk out of his shoulder. Blood squirted from his wound, catching his attention and for a moment the battle faded away into tunnel vision where he could only see the fresh blood seeping out of the wound. His stomach began to clench and groan.
God.. he had went too long without a meal....
Another stinging bite on his good arm knocked him out of his blood daze and seemed to finally set the raven haired man in tune with the battle. Growling he reared his messed up arm back, no signs of pain, and jammed his fist against the zombie's head setting his arm free before he rammed the knife in the back of the zombies neck. He grinned as he ran it down his spine, making sure to behead him before he felt two flank his back.
Lowering himself close to the ground with now both knives in hand he with inhuman like knowledge rammed the knives into their stomach and keeping them plunged inside he quickly stood running the knives from their lower stomach all the way up to their neck before quickly finishing the job by beheading them like the first. He spun around- four more had taken their place. His eyes narrowed challengingly as he spun around- three more had replaced that one he had gotten rid of- he was surrounded- yet it was clear when Marcel ran forward again he was NOT going to stop until they were all destroyed; no matter what the cost. Whether he was stubborn or just plain stupid, no one knew.
Though it was clear that by the onslaught of his attack that raven haired male held some deeper hatred toward the zombies then any other typical person- and wasn't the least bit scared of them or getting bitten by many of them. The reason hadn't been known to any of the members for Marcel never talked much about himself, but it was clear- every single time they ran across a group of zombies, their leader would HAPPILY almost as if a game to him, ENJOY ripping each and every one of them apart piece by piece.
The only real time they ever saw the male truly happy. Like now, even while injured and in severe pain- adrenaline had it so he couldn't currently feel either or- he still had this insane smirk covering his face even as he became surrounded... Marcel truly was something else...
(My doctor to the other group shall enter later, Mew, Rits, feel free to go ahead and post your introduction. Mew- feel free to allow Ixxe some reprieve away from the SMALL Assassin group to watch/enter this fray if you'd like. Rits- feel free to not only play Ried but Maddie if you'd like. It's completely up to you.
Just keep in mind- Marcel doesn't know her, no anybody at this point. *grin* I hope you guys enjoyed my bloody intro. Feel free to have just as much fun with it as I did.~) | |
| | | | Ritsu
Twilit Kitsune
  
Posts : 486
Birthday : 1993-03-11
Join date : 2014-06-02
Age : 31
Location : Gehenna
| | Subject: Re: Infected [Pickles/Ritsu/Mew] Wed Sep 10, 2014 4:09 am | |
| (So...much...text. XD Ritsu should be sleeping, but... I'll just break the textbox limits on here instead.  Hmm... Why don't we make the guy you're saving be Reid? Then Maddie and Luka can be doing their own thing elsewhere.) | |
| | | | Pickles
Night Surgeon
Posts : 224
Birthday : 1995-06-13
Join date : 2014-06-06
Age : 28
Location : In the most metal home of all; Mordhaus.
| | Subject: Re: Infected [Pickles/Ritsu/Mew] Wed Sep 10, 2014 5:10 am | |
| (*bursts out laughing* Actually- when you reach that part about the guy he is saving- I have in parenthesis that it's Reid.) | |
| | | | Ritsu
Twilit Kitsune
Posts : 486
Birthday : 1993-03-11
Join date : 2014-06-02
Age : 31
Location : Gehenna
| | Subject: Re: Infected [Pickles/Ritsu/Mew] Wed Sep 10, 2014 5:44 am | |
| (Oh... *facepaw* Maybe I should get sleep then... Or move my glasses. Bloody things piss me off sometimes...
...yeah! Yeah that works. *flicks tail contentedly* Now I know why Hanji does it despite bein' nearsighted. XD
Eeh. Fuck it. I'll throw all of em in. Easier that way.
Okay, shutting up and posting now.)
Reid narrowly avoided a bite as he ducked under the approaching zombie's lurching body, sliding to the side easily before slamming a blade into the back of the zombie's head and jerking it through, slicing the top of the cranium clean off as the rotting mess that used to pass for human brain matter flew out.
Damn these fuckers are fast...
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The boy tilted his head to the side briefly before frowning.
"What is it, Luka?" the blonde perched on what was left of the wrought iron fence next to the boy asked, toying with her switchblade without looking up.
"There are more of them," he said softly. "That direction." He pointed a little to the left of their position with his sword.
"Hn."
Snick, snick.
"There are humans too."
The blonde looked up then, the switchblade shicking closed. A thoughtful look seemed to cross her face as her eyes followed the blade's direction.
"What are you thinking, Maddie?
She leaped down from the fence deftly, "We need supplies anyway. Let's go."
"Right."
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He was so tired of these fucking things. It was as if they regenerated faster than he could fell them.
Shlink!
The head of a zombie suddenly went sailing across his vision. "What the--"
There was a blond boy, weilding what looked to be a broad sword almost, but clearly a heavy weapon for such a small frame, weaving amongst the zombies and littering the ground with their severed limbs.
"Ungh!" Maddie grunted as she was forced to fling the zombie, who had somehow found its way behind her to grab her shoulders, around...right into a backswing from Luka's blade. She grinned and pulled her twin daggers out, decapitating another zombie with serpentine speed and precision. She could see the others, but, for now, her focus was on the seemingly "endless" zombies. This is gonna be fun... | |
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| | Subject: Re: Infected [Pickles/Ritsu/Mew] Wed Sep 10, 2014 8:44 pm | |
| (I wasn't actually planning on posting so early ^^' I suppose I can post fairly quickly, but once they entered the city is when my fun gets to begin XD)
Eyes of piercing green laced with faint blue flickered their gaze at the small forms moving recklessly along the highway and those decayed who wandered sloppily after. A small tail of cream and white lashed in amusement as a thin form laid carefully across the top of a tall, multi-storied building, perfectly out of reach from others- both living and dead. Slender, pale fingers moved the dials to better focus her binoculars as she studied the ragged path that the latest group of survivors passing through took.
Avoiding the city? Smart choice, little ants! The place is a death trap, unless you know your way. Like I do!! The girl donned a charmingly youthful face with a wide, shit-eating grin etched upon it as her ears twitched from the excitement she was put into. "Keheheh!! Death City shall forever remain mine!! None shall enter and leave again unless dressed in rotten skin!" The cute girl then rolled over from where she had been spying on the group from afar, rolling right and left and back again in glee as she giggled aloud. None would be able to hear, especially those on the blisteringly hot road, and those of gnarled limbs and broken faces who could would never be able to reach her due to how well she secured her chosen place of residence.
After having her fit of giggles and joy, the girl sat up and yawned before scratching behind one of her oddly shaped ears and stood up. She brushed off the slight gravel which clung to the skin on her knees and on her skin of her ass which hung slightly out of her rather short shorts, but not in bad taste. The girl's slim and delicate figure allowed for her to pull off small clothing, and with a whole city and no other threats beyond the hordes of man-eating monsters, she had all the time in the world for wearing whatever she wanted. Especially what Daddy and Mommy said I couldn't. She was just lucky that she was as thin as she was, being that the various shops carrying clothes mainly had those in the smaller sizes due to the lack of children, with adults being the main ones to survive and the main snatchers of the clothes.
She gave a sniff and sighed happily as she walked calmly and carelessly to the door which led to the stairs which would bring her down into the apartments below. "Done already? Hell yeah for ham and beans!" | |
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