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 Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2019 4:36 pm
Supply rating: Medium - there is a cafeteria to be raided, and minimal basic medical supplies in the nurse's office. There are also plenty of improvised weapons to be had, which is nice since there are a distinct lack of actual weapons.
Shelter rating: High - Given that the school was more or less evacuated before the outbreak got too intense, and the general fortress-like nature of public buildings, the school is a decent, if uncomfortable, place to hole up in.
Danger rating: Medium - The school closing meant there were very few people inside, and even less ill, to succumb to or spread the infection. However, it is located in an area with a high population density; drawing attention to it could turn this safe haven into a lunchbox.
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2019 7:37 pm
 
✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ ѕσ уσυ ∂σи'т ωαииα нєαя αвσυт му gσσ∂ ∂αу؟
уσυ нανє вєттєя тнιиgѕ тσ ∂σ тнαи тσ нєαя мє ѕαу
gσ∂, ιт'ѕ вєєи α ℓσνєℓу ∂αу, єνєяутнιиg'ѕ вєєи gσιиg му ωαу
ι тσσк συт тнє тяαѕн тσ∂αу αи∂ ι'м σи fιяє═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceAisha was careful to keep her breathing quiet and her body as close to flat up against the wall as she could manage it, crouched low on the ground with her knees turned to the side as if she could sink into it if only she had enough points of contact. Arms outstretched, head turned to try and catch a glimpse of the hallway through the door's small window. She might as well've not bothered, because she couldn't see s**t, which wasn't ideal. Especially not since these particular corpses were unusually quiet. Probably because there weren't that many of them, she thought with a grimace, and they didn't seem to've been riled up any time in recent memory. So far, she hadn't been spotted, but that was only thanks to quick thinking. It was just luck that had one of the dead down the opposite end of the hall causing a racket just as she opened the gymnasium doors to hide from the slowly forming crowd. If not for that, she had no doubt that the ones lingering in the hall would be waiting right outside, and more would be on the way. As it is, she figures if she stays very quiet, very still, and waits, eventually they'll have moved on.
spaceWorst case scenario, she thinks, she can edge along the wall to get to the locker rooms. Surely to God there aren't any of them in there. Most of the ones milling about are either staff that happened to be here when The Big Shitstorm hit its zenith, and a handful of scavengers who'd gotten unlucky since then. That was the look of them, anyway. Which, that was handy; scavengers meant there were potentially supplies that had been ditched by anyone who'd managed to escape. And if no one had, extra bonus, that meant anything the currently shambling corpses had hoped to make use of before meeting their untimely demise was hers for the taking. Assuming she got out of here, of course. The locker rooms, she figured, were safe, because who would've been in the damn locker rooms of all places during any of this? Unless it was a coach in their office, which wouldn't have drawn the attention of the undead very readily in the chaos, no one should've had much reason to be here. Sure, it seemed fairly secure, but the visibility would be s**t and there were very few entry points, which made chances of getting trapped pretty damn high. Not good traits for a hiding spot, she figured. Which, hopefully, logically, made it at least safe as a passage to and from one place to the next.
spaceBonus, one of the locker rooms was in the opposite direction of whatever nonsense was going on down the hall, so the dead should theoretically be walking away from it, not towards. If she could get in there, and get through, without incident, she was home free. Theoretically. Everything was theoretical with the dead. Except their existence, which was distressingly actualized, and she spent more time than she cared for wondering about that. Answers were not forthcoming, of course. There hadn't been anything in the way of broadcasts for some time now, and even the last dregs of the news that'd made it out hadn't had any information about the how of it all. They'd been mostly focused on trying to funnel people into safezones run by the military by that point, which, hah. That sounded like a disaster waiting to happen, in her opinion. Probably the last thing she and Sam had ever agreed on, that going to any of the military bases or encampments was asking for trouble. She'd never gotten a confirmation, but it stood to reason. Bunch of scared, trigger happy soldier types, in the middle of an unpredictable, unknowable threat? If an infected person didn't slip through the cracks and take it down from the inside out, she was pretty sure they would've.
spaceStraining, Aisha tried to listen for the undead in the hall; it was quiet, not quite silent, but close. She lifted slowly, carefully, chancing a glance out the window. Nothing to see, but given the rather small window, that didn't mean much. Inhaling slowly, she began creeping her way along the wall towards the locker room. Once she was at the door, she stopped again, listening. No noise; again, that might mean nothing. But if something was in there, it at least wasn't agitated yet. Inhaling deeply, she reached into her pack and pulled out her sledgehammer. It wouldn't do to get caught unarmed. She winced slightly at the noise the door made, cursing whoever designed them. Did all school doors have to be so freaking loud? She slipped through the door, shutting it gently behind her, thinking that if nothing else, at least the only dead likely to be drawn by the noise were ones already in the locker room. So she just had to... wait. And listen. And hopefully no one would be there. Or, barring that, they would make some noise and draw her attention with enough time for her to go on the defensive.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ ι ρι¢кє∂ υρ тнє ριє¢єѕ σf му вяσкєи єgσ
ι нανє fιиαℓℓу мα∂є му ρєα¢є αѕ fαя αѕ уσυ αи∂ мє gσ
вυт ι'∂ ℓσνє тσ нανє уσυ υρ тσ ѕєє тнє ρℓα¢є
ι'∂ ℓιкє тσ ∂σ мσяє тнαи ѕυяνινє, ι'∂ ℓιкє тσ яυв ιт ιи уσυя fα¢є═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - High School - Gymnasium
wнen - Early Morning
wιтн - No one
- ooc -
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2019 8:29 pm
Let the wave wash over me
There will be better days
Let the wave wash over me
There will be better days
I am already under
There will be better days SABRINA
MARISOL
ORTIZ
twenty two │ former waitress │ survivor
Sabrina was pretty sure that there was a song out there called 'High School Never Ends'. Unfortunately, she could not remember the lyrics, so as she scanned the mostly deserted parking lot for a place to stash her bike, she settled for chanting Taylor Swift lyrics over and over again in her head. As Alexis would tell anyone, her music taste hadn't really developed since high school, either. Sabrina wasn't very offended by this proclamation. She liked peppy, upbeat, girl power-y songs, the kind parents and boyfriends had to endure listening to outside the changing rooms of Forever 21. The kind that made men feel mildly irked, in a 'I'm going to dismiss this due to its majority young and female audience but that doesn't mean I'm not going to mock it on Twitter, either'. She had spent the worst and best (coincidentally the exact same) day of her life blasting Love Story in the Jeep, approximately two hours before she hit the first major traffic snag.
Trying to ignore the fact that the only sound other than her tuneless humming was the sound of the wind rattling part of a broken chain-link fence nearby, she considered her options. There was a bus here. She could slide the bike under that, then just pull it back out later. Nope. What if she was running for her life? Like she'd have time to hunker down and pull it back out. There was what looked like an athletic or storage shed nearby. Better. There were a few deadies on the periphery of the back lot; nowhere near close enough to take notice of or even reach her in time, but still. She did not want to come back out here and find one stumbling over her bike. Nope nope nope. Squaring herself, and swallowing down some dryish spit in her extremely parched throat, she glided over to the shed, hopped off, and walked the bike behind it, not bothering to put down the kickstand but propping it against the back of the shed instead. She wasn't gonna die over the two seconds it might take her to flip the kickstand back up while in a rush.
Now she considered the doors in front of her, clearly leading into a gym or auditorium of some kind, one slightly ajar. So people had been in and out of here. Maybe there was a group in here. A mostly empty high school wouldn't be the worst place to hide out. Lots of hallway space to negotiate with, easy to memorize the layout, tons of exits and ground-level windows, and maybe even some food and medical supplies. She'd definitely be rooting for this as a location if she were with people. Which she was not. Mostly by chance, a little by her own choice. She'd ran into a couple families over the course of the past two months. Three, she thought. The first she'd spent two days with, only to split ways due to different destinations. The second had made it real clear, real fast, that they were not interested in tagalongs. As had their very hungry dog. The third, she hadn't liked the way the dad had been looking at her, or the increasingly high tensions between him and his harried wife and two small children. She felt really bad for those kids, but she couldn't exactly kidnap them, and she was not about to get thrown into the middle of apocalyptic Jerry Springer. Then there'd been a few other groups, which she'd stayed well away from, not necessarily out of fear, but... better safe than sorry, right? She generally didn't approach groups of men, especially if they were heavily armed. It just seemed like a safer bet.
So if there was a group in here, she needed to be careful. The last thing that Sabrina wanted was to be looked at as some kind of intruder, or worse, a thief. Not just because she felt that stealing was still wrong (looting was different) but because she really, really didn't want to get shot by someone who preferred to not ask questions first. Even if she stumbled upon what seemed like a great stash of stuff, she was going to have to double, triple check that no one was watching her (or about to catch her) taking anything. And she definitely wasn't going to spend too long wandering about, asking for trouble. In and out. She might not even go up to the second floor. It wasn't worth the risk of being trapped. With that in mind, she adjusted the straps on her backpack, retied her shoelaces, and slipped inside, making sure the door did not shut after her. East entrance, easy exit. Blinking in the dimmer light of the gymnasium, aside from the patches of light from the high windows above the bleachers, she glanced around. It sounded like deadies in the nearest hallway, so that was a no-go. She could either turn right around and try another entrance, or...
Locker room! Every locker room Sabrina had ever been in had had two doors, likely for safety reasons. If she could cut through there, checkout the hall from that angle... yeah- what the F-U-C-K was that- Adrenaline made up her mind for her. At the obvious sounds of someone- or something- trying to open the doors leading into the gym, Sabrina bolted for the locker room, since she was at this point much closer to that then the exit she'd come in through. To be honest, her ears were full of rushing blood, so she wasn't even sure if the locker room door had squealed too badly as she rushed inside. She stayed where she was, blinking in the even dimmer light, waiting, then made up her mind. Someone had just come into the gym. Probably a person, because it would be pretty unlike a sole deadie to try to open the doors themselves. Maybe there was a deadie in this room. She didn't hear anything except her own harsh breathing. She also didn't see anything like blood or gore on the floor or walls, which seemed like a... goodish sign? Hiding was more important than waiting. Sabrina was a lot less inclined to take risks when it came to potentially threatening people than she was with real live monsters. The deadies couldn't think. People could.
Sabrina walked very lightly, on her toes, around a row of lockers, ready to jump back at any moment, and then slipped into the nearest shower stall, knowing she was not visible from the doorway. Sure enough, not two minutes later, the door groaned open. Sabrina strained to listen, and heard nothing. They were just standing there, she was pretty sure. Deadies and people moved different, their footfall sounded different. If it was dead, it would be stumbling around by now, yeah? So probably a person. For a split second, she debated just calling out, "Occupied!", and then reminded herself that the whole point of hiding in a shower stall was to not be seen. She leaned her head back against the cold tile, waiting as well. Was this just going to be an oblivious standoff? As luck would have it, no, because a truly ginormous spider was wriggling its way out of the drain below her feet. Sabrina stared, cringed, then decided to chance it. She moved from the shower stall to the next row of lockers, unsure if they'd glimpsed the movement, and was silently slipping towards the back exit when the corner of her bulky backpack collided with the edge of a metal locker.
Creating an echo, magnified by the nearly-empty room. This was really not one of her better days. The jig was up. If they hadn't suspected someone else was in the room before, they sure as hell were going to now. Sabrina slipped the tweezers she kept in her back pocket into her clenched fist, got her back up against the wall, and raised both hands. "I don't have a gun," she called softly in what she hoped sounded like a mild, stable voice, but which was a lot hoarser and raspier than she'd like. "Just looking for supplies." She doubted they were going to shoot, even if they had less than pure intentions; it'd make way too much noise. Still, she didn't keep tweezers in her back pocket to pluck her eyebrows every week. It'd be really gross, and she wouldn't get them back out, but she wasn't entirely opposed to the concept of jabbing someone in the eye with them and running like hell.
Let the wave wash over me
There will be better days
Let the wave wash over me
There will be better days
I am already under
There will be better days
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2019 10:16 pm
 𝓢𝔂𝓵𝓿𝓲𝓪 𝓡𝓪𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓷
𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝐸𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃 ~ 𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝓊𝓃 ✿ Location : Rockwall High School
✿ Company : Solo at the moment
Sylvia had never expected to be back here again. When the high school shutdown she figured her time of gracing its halls were long over. Granted they would have been over anyways, just not quite how it came about. Her memories here weren’t exactly fond ones, though arguable they were certainly better than currently. Sure, she would have graduated (she was still salty about that) and skipped town. Gotten away from all the s**t that rained down on her life, but after everything went south, she had to leave all those plans behind. Probably explained her annoyed disposition.
Leaving Amber outside while she went inside, Sylvia hoped to get in and out quickly. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence that she’d leave her sister alone outside with nothing more then a knife to protect her. However, Sylvia knew it would be faster not to mention quieter going in alone. She’d only be done a few minutes, five maybe ten at most. It all depended on what she could find, which she hoped was at least something.
Sylvia’s first thought was that she had to get to the cafeteria. They couldn’t live on the limited rations they had forever. If she was lucky it wouldn’t be completely raided out. Armed with her only other sharp object, the teen walked up to the side door and slide inside. Luckily, it hadn’t been chained off and it thankfully wasn’t locked.
Instinctively Sylvia knew where she needed to go. The place wasn’t exactly corpse free though, that must she knew. She didn’t intend on ringing the dinner bell for the limited dead their happened to be either. Quiet in and out, she reminded herself before creeping her way down the hall. With every sound she heard, the girl froze in place. Tuning her ears to whatever it was before deeming it safe to continue down the hall. Upon hearing an unnerving shuffle, she deked into the nearest classroom.
✿ OOC : @Adda : Feel free to have Halinor meet Sylvia however you like.
"It's not the size of the dog in the fight...
but the size of the fight in the dog!" tab tab
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2019 9:22 pm
✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ ѕσ уσυ ∂σи'т ωαииα нєαя αвσυт му gσσ∂ ∂αу؟
уσυ нανє вєттєя тнιиgѕ тσ ∂σ тнαи тσ нєαя мє ѕαу
gσ∂, ιт'ѕ вєєи α ℓσνєℓу ∂αу, єνєяутнιиg'ѕ вєєи gσιиg му ωαу
ι тσσк συт тнє тяαѕн тσ∂αу αи∂ ι'м σи fιяє═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceAisha cringed at the noise made by the door; no matter how gentle you were, you were never going to be able to close one of those big heavy doors quietly. On the plus side, if there were any of the dead in here, they'd have very limited options to come at her from. She should have enough room to hit them with her sledgehammer. It seemed pretty quiet in here, so there probably weren't more than three, she figured. If any at all. She'd prefer none, but that generally seemed like asking for too much. Holding her breath, she strained to listen for any sounds. She could definitely hear something or someone moving. Sounded more like a someone than a something, but she couldn't be totally sure. She reached, ever so slowly, into her pack for her sledgehammer, pulling it out as quietly as she could manage.
spaceShe was just starting to figure it was a person - had to be, they were making an effort to be quiet - when a loud bang echoed in the space. She cringed instinctively, knowing the sound was probably heard by something out in the hallway. Her expression then morphed into a glare, because the sound was probably heard by something in the hallway. At least these doors were pretty heavy; it'd take a lot of corpses to get them open. Turns out rotting muscles weren't all that great for feats of strength, who knew. Now, if only she could be lucky enough that the sound was only heard by the corpses in the hall, and not anything hanging out by the gymnasium doors. Considering she'd ducked in here with the hopes of going out the other way, that wasn't all that great of a hope, but at the moment it was all she had.
spaceWell, strike that; she also had the hope that whoever had caused the noise had done so accidentally, and was only an idiot, or clumsy, as opposed to an a*****e who was trying to scare her, or worse, a nutcase trying to summon the undead horde. She grimaced, trying to move into an offensive position. She'd no sooner gotten her sledgehammer at the ready than a voice called out. Female, which made Aisha relax a little; turns out even the apocalypse and the dead roaming the Earth couldn't alter a girl's instinct to fear men and trust other girls. Not that she trusted this stranger, she just figured she had a better chance at being able to take her in a fight. Of course, she might be a friggin' blackblet for all Aisha knew. But Aisha was scrappy enough, and another girl was less likely to have, say, a size advantage. She was on the short side, so that 'less likely' didn't add up to much, but it was something. And Aisha wasn't exactly a twig. She was sturdy. She could totally take another girl in a fight. Probably.
spaceHer initial instinct was to berate the other girl for speaking, but she realized just before she said it that the jig was already up. Damage done. Ship sailed. If the dead were going to catch them, it'd be because of that loud a** banging noise, not their voices. She let out a frustrated huff. "Find anything that'll buy my forgiveness if you got us trapped here?" she replied, tone soft but somehow still conveying her exasperation. No gun, banging on lockers, how was this chick still alive? She frowned. "You alone? Or is someone coming to save your a**?"
spaceAisha realized, a little too late, how threatening that sounded. She gave another huff, this time directed at herself, and straightened up. "I've got a sledgehammer. And a gun, but no bullets in it." Eventually, she'd find some damn bullets, mark her words. She was bound and goddamn determined. "You got a plan for getting out of here?" Hopefully the girl's lack of a gun wasn't a lack of weapons, period. Otherwise they might be in trouble. Already, Aisha could hear the sounds of the dead in the hall. At least they were distinctly outside; no terrifying echoes. Small favors. Now, she just hoped that this girl's escape route wasn't something ridiculous. Like the vents. That s**t only worked in movies.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ ι ρι¢кє∂ υρ тнє ριє¢єѕ σf му вяσкєи єgσ
ι нανє fιиαℓℓу мα∂є му ρєα¢є αѕ fαя αѕ уσυ αи∂ мє gσ
вυт ι'∂ ℓσνє тσ нανє уσυ υρ тσ ѕєє тнє ρℓα¢є
ι'∂ ℓιкє тσ ∂σ мσяє тнαи ѕυяνινє, ι'∂ ℓιкє тσ яυв ιт ιи уσυя fα¢є═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - High School - Gymnasium
wнen - Early Morning
wιтн - Sabrina
- ooc -
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2019 1:33 pm
Let the wave wash over me
There will be better days
Let the wave wash over me
There will be better days
I am already under
There will be better daysSABRINA
MARISOL
ORTIZ
twenty two │ former waitress │ survivor
Sabrina immediately relaxed when another woman came into view. Sure, maybe it was naive of her, but she was more relieved to see another (seemingly solo) woman than any other possible group configuration. She lowered her hands, albeit slowly, when it became obvious the woman wasn't going to immediately charge at; nor did she have a gun on hand. That didn't mean anything, of course, but the noise she'd just made, no way was this girl going to risk firing at anyone. Unless she was crazy. Though, crazy people usually didn't look this... exasperated. Sabrina put her at thirty at the very oldest, probably a few years younger.
"Well," she said slowly, before brightening and nudging something out from under a bench with her foot, "water bottle?" It was a brightly colored plastic one, obviously a leftover from a student. Cautiously, Sabrina bent down to pick it up, then took a small step forward and held it out to the other woman. There wasn't more than a few sips of water left in it, and who knows how long it'd been sitting out, but it was better than nothing, and as thirsty as she was, she could go a little longer for the sake of keeping the peace. "I was gonna try some of the lockers, but that's probably... not the best idea now," she reddened slightly in the cheeks, then added quickly, "I'm alone. Um- no one's coming."
It was also probably stupid of her to admit that to a stranger, but honestly, if the other woman was going to hurt her, she'd have to wait, practically speaking, until they were somewhere at least a little more secure. Sabrina had never considered herself as particularly brawny, but she certainly wasn't some slender waif, either. That said, she didn't get the vibe that she was in any imminent danger. From this woman, at least. "I'm Sabrina," she chanced a small smile, "and the plan is..." she trailed off, taking a few steps, glanced around a corner, then back, with a wider smile, "this door. There's always two exits in locker rooms, it's probably part of the building codes for fire safety, right?" Not really waiting for an answer, she moved to the closed door, then waited beside it, her back to the wall, listening. There were likely dead in the hall this led to as well, but she didn't hear any immediate snarls, growls, or grunts.
"You got the sledgehammer," she murmured aloud. "I don't hear anything close on this side. We can try to slip out, bet we're near a stairwell. Or a window." Best to think positively, right? If she psyched herself out every time she had to go into an unfamiliar area, she'd never have made it this far. Sabrina wouldn't pretend to be the most prepared or cunning, but she was good at keeping a cool head, and not letting the panic take over, even when things didn't look great. Besides, she hadn't spoken to anyone but herself in what seemed like weeks. Really, it probably had been weeks. Being alone was safe up to a certain extent... but the isolation wasn't great, either. Let the wave wash over me
There will be better days
Let the wave wash over me
There will be better days
I am already under
There will be better days
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2019 12:27 am
 ❁❋ HALINOR ”NOR” OAKLEY 19 years || Former florist || Alive_______________
It had been 17 days since she left the airport. Four since she ditched the bike crossing Lake Ray Hubbard only to immediately realize that there were living dead on this side of the lake. Tim’s optimism that the infection couldn’t cross water had been wrong. Halinor only hoped that his thought that the infection hadn’t spread outside the state wasn’t as wrong. Halinor had spent a few hours in the early morning when the world was light but cool biking east, then the rest of the day hunting through nearby buildings for supplies, avoiding the dead, and searching for a safe space to sleep and securing a perimeter. She’d briefly passed a few camps of survivors, and usually stayed only long enough to catch up on sleep with someone watching her back. Well, coming home hadn't gotten her answers yet, but at least here she knew the streets.
After being nearly killed at the Dairy Queen near her home, Nor was resigned to finding another approach. She didn’t have anything but candy left, and was running on too few hours of sleep to really fight. Last night, she’d ended up back at the high school, had a decent meal of crackers and chips from the student council room before crashing on the couch.
Now, Nor woke up with a jolt. She wasn’t entirely sure what had woken her up, but she knew she was lucky to wake up at all. The couch, fluffy pillows, the blanket in the cupboard--it had been all too tempting after days without decent rest. If she was going to stay for any amount of time, she ought to at least explore the place, and stock up on supplies.
Thankfully, there didn’t seem to be any danger in the immediate room, so whatever had woken her up must have been at least a wall away. Or in her head. Travelling alone meant sleeping light, and waking up to some mental phantom wasn’t uncommon.
Then the door leading into the hall opened and Halinor grabbed her backpack and snatched her baton, ready to bolt for the other door. But the person that ducked in...didn’t seem dead. Nor stared at the other girl for a heartbeat.
”You’re alive,” she confirmed, voice barely above a whisper. With the confirmation that the other person was indeed alive, Nor returned the baton to the carabiner on her belt, relaxing with relief and strapping her backpack on more securely. ”It's so good to see another living person. I’m Nor. Sorry, were you already camped here before?”.
It wasn't until she looked more clearly did she realize the person looked somewhat familiar. The piercings, the hair--”Wait a moment, do we know each other?”
_______________ setting Student Council Room, near the Cafeteria of Rockwell High, A few months post-outbreak || with Another living person
status Dead tired || think/feeling Maybe we can search the campus together _______________//OOC: Sorry this took so long! XDXD I hope you don't mind I placed her in the room that Slyvia was headed in?
Also I realized their ages are close enough that they could have theoretically gone to school together? There are definitely multiple schools in the area though so if you'd rather they not know each other, just make it so XD _______________   
Take me down to the river bend
Take me down to the fighting end
Wash the poison from off my skin
Show me how to be whole again
❋❁"Castle of Glass" by Linkin Park
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2019 10:06 pm
 𝓐𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓛𝓮𝓪 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓷
𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝐹𝒾𝒻𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃 ~ 𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒟𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 ❀ Location : Rockwall High School
❀ Company : Myself... A few dead...
Amber had not liked the idea of Sylvia going in alone and leaving her outside all by herself. She hadn’t liked the idea of leaving their grandparents behind at the beginning of all this either. Still Amber never had much say in the matter and was left with nothing more then a small knife to defend herself if things went bad. For now, at least she was hiding out hoping nothing found her.
As time went on, Amber grew increasingly worried. It felt like it had been forever since Sylvia had gone off. She’d been clinging to the knife worrying that something might happen to either her sister, or herself for what it mattered. ‘Where is she…?’ She thought to herself. It was taking way to long for her to handle. Huddled up against a concrete block, Amber really wanted her sister to return.
Amber peaked out from her hiding spot to see if her sister was back yet. All she noticed was a wandering dead corpse. The dead wasn’t something she wanted to deal with. Ducking back down she tried to keep herself out of view. She hoped it would just continue on its way, wherever that was. Truthfully Amber didn’t care so long as it weren’t near her anymore.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t going to be so luck. Backing around the block she’d been hiding behind she had come into view of the corpse’s buddy. Did dead have buddies? Pushing that concept aside, Amber turned at the sound of the acknowledging her presence. ‘Oh no…’ She panicked. Holding the knife in her hand she wasn’t good at killing these things, in fact she had little to no experience on actually doing so. This was certainly not the situation she wanted to be in right now.
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"You are not alone.
‘Cause someone's out there, sending out flares."
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2019 10:09 pm
 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜
ᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ᴛᴡᴏ ~ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ᴄᴀꜱʜɪᴇʀ ~ ᴘꜱʏᴄʜ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ❧ Location : Rockwall High School
❧ Company : Amber
Kara had been searching for her father ever since she arrived back home and found no signs of him. It had been hard traveling on her own, but she’d been smart. She hoped her father had been smart too. Perhaps headed somewhere save, if there was such a place anymore. So far, she wasn’t seeing much hope for safety. Though that didn’t mean it didn’t exist.
Kara had been traveling for what seemed like forever, only stopping when she needed rest. Coming into view was a school which was wondering if it would be of any use. Perhaps she could take a break there, see about any supplies. Granted she wasn’t sure how helpful a random school would be. As she got closer, she noticed it was a high school. There were a few dead outside the building. Not to bad, she could probably just slip past them.
It all seemed easy until she saw a young girl very much alive and breathing. Apparently, the dead were hunting her down for lunch. Kara thought for a moment whether she should help or just pretend she hadn’t been there. The girl didn’t even know she was in the area to even help anyways. Upon hearing her scream, Kara inwardly grimaced. She didn’t want to get involved but she could just leave the girl hanging.
Running over, Kara took out her knife before taking out the closest dead corpse. Seeing the teen struggling to dealing with the other corpse, she went over and finished it off. “You should probably learn how to use that if you’re going to be on your own.” She commented to the girl.
“I’m not alone. I’m with my sister. She’s inside, I’m just waiting for her.” The girl replied to her.
“Well if that’s the case I’d get inside. That scream you did earlier isn’t going to go unnoticed.” Kara said before heading towards the doors.
“Thanks for saving me. I’m Amber, what’s your name?” She said following after her.
“It’s Kara and don’t mention it.” With that Kara made her way inside.
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"The pain we endure is nothing compared to the difference it will make to others..."
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2019 11:19 pm
𝓢𝔂𝓵𝓿𝓲𝓪 𝓡𝓪𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓷
𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝐸𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃 ~ 𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝓊𝓃 ✿ Location : Rockwall High School
✿ Company : Halinor (Nor)
Quickly yet quietly closing the door behind her, Sylvia was glad to be away from any immediate danger. Though she had yet to survey the room to verify that for sure. Taking a deep breath, she collected herself for a moment only to be started by a voice seconds later. Spinning around she held her hatchet in her hand tightly. This girl may have felt easy about another living being, but Sylvia trusted no one if she was being honest. It was safer that way.
“Yeah, I’m alive. I’ve yet to see the dead open doors.” Sylvia answered flatly. “No, I’m just stopping by.” She answered figuring there was no point in lying about that. After a moment Syl declared the other teen wasn’t much of a threat to her. Hooking her hatchet back in place on her bag, she decided to relax a little.
When the teen asked if they knew each other, Sylvia wasn’t completely sure. They looked to be around the same age, but she didn’t recall seeing her in any of her classes. “If you attended here then most likely. It’s either that or you happened to go to Sunset High over in Dallas years back. Though I had a few less piercings back then.” She answered her. “Anyways, don’t worry I won’t be staying.” Sylvia needed to get back to her sister before she started to panic.
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"It's not the size of the dog in the fight...
but the size of the fight in the dog!" tab tab
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2019 11:36 pm
❁❋ HALINOR ”NOR” OAKLEY 19 years || Former florist || Alive_______________
”Right,”. The other girl pointed out that the dead didn't open doors and Nor nodded quickly, realizing that was indeed something she'd overlooked in her just-awoken state. She mentioned just passing through and relaxed a little. That was good.
”I went to school here,” she replied, beaming that they might have gone to school together. What were the chances! ”Class of 2017? I'm still local though. ”.
She seemed friendly enough but keen to get going. That was fine, she supposed. There was nothing wrong with going solo and preferring that, though personally Halinor was starved for social connection. ”Wait,” she said. ”If you're searching the campus for supplies, would you want to search together? I just got here yesterday and haven't hit the cafeteria or anything else.".
_______________ setting Student Council Room, near the Cafeteria of Rockwell High, A few months post-outbreak || with Another living person
status Waking up || think/feeling Maybe we can search the campus together _______________//OOC: I am the wooooooorst >.<""" But finally up! _______________
Take me down to the river bend
Take me down to the fighting end
Wash the poison from off my skin
Show me how to be whole again
❋❁"Castle of Glass" by Linkin Park
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