Main Thread [PGZA]

[Corgi]

Glynis Gest 



Location: With the NIghtmares 



Interacting: Gar @RubyRose

Glynis felt like she had been run over by a truck. Her limbs were heavy and her head was a bit hazy, but she definitely felt better than she did. She knew that there was something that was going to go down to she slipped out of the infirmary and went with the rest of the NIghtmares, staff in hand. There was one person in particular she was looking for, Gar. She wanted to thank him again for everything that he did for her. After a bit of looking, she finally spot him. 


"Gar!" She called out, quickly hustling over to him, "I just wanted to thank you earlier for...." Her words dropped as she realized something was wrong, "Are... You okay?" She asked, worried about him. 


She didn't know why she cared. Really, it was a mystery to her. It may have been the fact that he was her friend, but she knew there was something else there, she just didn't know what. Regardless, she cared so she wanted to help him. 











Laurence Wiccien 



Location: BSG Theater 



Interaction: Charles @RubyRose

  Laurence had followed around his brother for awhile now. There weren't any words spoken, despite how much her wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure if it was safe for any words. He noticed how dangerous some of the people here were, and even though there aren't as many people here, he never knew. 


But when Charles turned around, he knew it was time. For a few seconds, Laurence opened his mouth, as if he was going to say something, but nothing came. He wanted to say something, anything, but when he realized he couldn't, so he hugged him. He tightened his grip around his brother as he felt tears prick the corners of his eyes. This was real, he was real. He was actually okay. He was alive and well. 


Trying to pull himself together, he sniffled and pulled away a little bit, his arms still around his brother, "I-I'm s-sorry..." His throat tight, "I-I just...." Laurence wiped the tears off of his cheeks, "I-I thought y-you were d-d-dead and now you aren't and I missed you so much and-and-and...." He started crying more, burying his face into his brother's chest as he wailed.  







(Aurella's sitting at the base thinking, Maalik's panicked helping with the signs, Snora's by Espie's side, Evan's anxiously waiting for the fight, and Lotus is chilling in her cage.)

 

[SirBlazeALot]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Garo[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: West Gate[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Steve, anyone else directly by the gate[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]So far the whole plan seemed doomed to fail. Not Mikey’s plan, Mikey’s plan was probably going to work out really well, and that’s what made Garo’s own plan almost a guaranteed failure. You see, he had been counting on the chaos of battle to provide a curtain for him to kill Mikey behind. But knowing Mikey, he was going to get exactly what he wanted out of this just by yapping away at the Driftveilians. More friends. More power. A heavier boot to place on their necks. Even Lyra seemed to be falling in line with this guy’s agenda. Someone had to take him out, and this was his best chance to do so. But now, everything was going to be fine.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]His rage was enough to keep him awake and plotting Mikey’s demise. There had to be something he could do to take advantage of the situation and turn this plan against him without risking the lives of the theater folk. Mikey’s speech, as always, infuriated him because the guise of compassion that Mikey put up was the equivalent of wearing a fake moustache and big glasses to hide his identity. At least to Garo anyway. He knew compassionate people like the old boss and Sylvanus, and Mikey wasn’t cut from the same cloth. There was nothing the wolf could say or do to convince him otherwise.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Mikey stopped suddenly, and there were sounds of a struggle on the roof. Garo snapped away from his own murderous thoughts and looked up, but he was directly below the roof and he couldn’t actually see the surface. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“What the fuck?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He tried to crane his neck to see what was going on without leaving his position. He couldn’t help but grin because whatever happened had shut Mikey up. Maybe a fight would ensue after all. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“How the fuck am I ‘sposed to know?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Garo answered Steve in the hostile tone he had taken to speaking to BSG members with. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I know one thing…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Garo cocked his shotgun to prepare for whatever was to come now that something had happened to Mikey, and probably also the hot lady he was always hanging out with. Garo initially believed Marcy to be his sister but the way they acted around each other during the dress rehearsal seemed like they were together or fooling around at the very least, so Garo was sure that he had misheard him or something. At any rate, Garo finished his ominous phrase with,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “...Shit’s ‘boutta get real cuh…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Garo could speculate what happened the roof until the cows came home, but whatever happened had put a grin back on his face. Because at the very least, whatever happened shut Mikey up.[/SIZE]





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Abi & [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Glacier[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Near the Gate and Stuff[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Each other for the most part[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]When Mikey started giving his speech, Abi hurriedly finished sprawling the corpse in front of the gate, and then got herself into a position where she could see him. Glacier less enthusiastically followed after her, but only because he thought it was some kind of necessity that everyone drop what they’re doing to listen to the bat man to keep him happy or whatever. Abi had to restrain herself from giving the wolf total senpai eyes. She hadn’t managed to get a moment to talk about her offer with him, but she was confident he would hire her as a mole. Why wouldn’t he?[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Then there was a thump and something pulled Mikey backward. Abi’s poker face immediately became one of distress and shock. She ran backward to get a view of what was going on on the roof and she caught a glimpse of the bird pulling Mikey into the trees. Glacier had followed and instead of covering his mouth with his hands in shock like Abi was currently doing, Glacier let out a loud and triumphant [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Hah!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Abi looked over to the man, standing there with his arms folded and smiling brightly. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Well! Glad[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] that’s[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] over with,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Glacier said with a satisfied sigh. He looked over at Abi and was surprised to find that she didn’t look nearly as happy as he did about Mikey’s demise. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“What?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Abi didn’t say a word. She started heading for the ladder propped against the gate for Mikey and Marcy and drawing a knife but she was quickly pulled backward by the arm by Glacier.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Ab, what the hell?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he hissed in a whisper. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You’re not [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]actually[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] gonna go help that guy, are you?!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Abi bit her lip and shook her head.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]N-No[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Abi lied smoothly. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Did you [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]see[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] him die?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Glacier cocked his head and gawked at her in disbelief.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Um, did you not just see what I just saw or--?”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“It’s not about what we saw, it’s about what we [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]didn’t[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] see and we didn’t see him die!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Abi emphasized, whispering lower and narrowing her eyes seriously. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I can make sure he does.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Glacier scoffed a bit and admitted to himself that she was right.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Yeah but how? He’s outside and he said they’re almost here!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Abi hesitated and looked toward the ladder anxiously. Time was running out and Glacier was still holding her arm. Glacier could tell by her eyes that he hadn’t yet convinced Abi to stay, and he could also tell that there was something Abi wasn’t telling him. That this was more than she was making it out to be. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Look, Lyra and her people are bad luck. I’ve been telling you this and look! It even got to him! If you go out there, it’s gonna get to [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]you[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]! What you’re talking about here is a suicide mission! And I won’t let you.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Glacier released Abi’s arm and instead took her by the shoulders. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Abi, please. Don’t give your life for these people. You promised me that we would be safer with them, and yet since you’ve been here you’ve done [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]nothing but[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] endanger yourself. Please. Don’t be a hero.”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Abi took a huffy breath and pulled herself away from him.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “That’s because the world is bigger than you and I Glacier! You still don’t get it, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]do you[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]? You still don’t understand why I want to stay with Lyra. Fine, then let me spell it out for you: I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]just you, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Glacier!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She hissed harshly. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I want [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]other[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] friends, Glacier. I want a [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]boyfriend[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]. I want to live, not survive!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Abi’s harsh hissing stung Glacier’s heart and he opened his mouth to speak. He had so much he wanted to say in response. About how she didn’t have the best track record with friends aside from him, about how one good friend who loved her is better to have than a bunch of others who only cared about what she could do for them. But all that came out was...[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You sound like him…” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Glacier stared at her in disbelief and Abi stared back with eyes that he’d never seen before. The glow and warmth of her soul wasn’t present, in fact, her eyes reminded him more of his own. A heavy sense of uneasiness settled upon him as the two of them locked eyes. It was almost as if he wasn’t even speaking to Abi, as if she had been switched with an imposter in the middle of the night.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Abi broke the silence.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “If he comes back,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] it’s on you[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px].”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Abi jabbed him in the chest with her finger and walked away from him, and thankfully away from the ladder as well. [/SIZE]





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]McSkitty[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Route 5[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Roscoe, Devyn, and Nightmares and stuff[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Devyn and Roscoe weren’t the only ones who were tripping over lyrics. The loudest and largest among them had practically rewritten the entire song by this point. Whenever he forgot a lyric he would just replace it with a nonsensical combination of words, or he would just babble the melody incoherently. He sounded so confident while singing that you would think his version was the real version. Eventually the song came to a screeching halt when McSkitty noticed a sign on a tree. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Tha’s ironic, innit?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] McSkitty asked. He tore off a nearby sign and waved it at the tree.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “AY MATE! WAS THIS BLOKE YA BRUVVA?!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] the giant taunted the tree sarcastically and cackled wildly as he tossed the sign away and wrapped a large muscly arm around Roscoe and another around Devyn.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “‘Ow we fellin’ doggie?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He asked Roscoe in reference to his wound. The man was impressed that Roscoe insisted on coming along despite getting shot yesterday, but he was also worried he might be overdoing it. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Ya wanna, ya wanna, ya wanna, a biggie back ride??”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He asked warmly, but then his head immediately perked up and he looked around wildly, as if he heard something in the distance… but then he sneezed and returned to his usually unusual composure. [/SIZE]





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Zai[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Route 5[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: The Nightmares and shit[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]McSkitty’s racket wasn’t something he was in the mood for. Neither was mass murder, but before the group had departed Zai had prepared himself for battle via meditation and some light training just to warm up. He was confident he would make it out alive on this one, he wasn’t worried about it in the slightest. His talk with Gar had been bothering him. Everything that Gar said and everything that he said back continued to echo over and over again in his head. The full conversation was stuck in his head, and though he tried to use McSkitty’s song to wash it out, it just wasn’t working.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]When the signs started coming into view, Zai split off from McSkitty and left Devyn under his… supervision, or maybe it was the other way around. He walked along the edges of the road and slowed his pace so that he fell behind in the march. Zai twirled his spear idly as he read them. It was a smart move, but like most others Zai was more concerned about the Nimbasa City residents’ awareness than he was about what they actually wanted. They knew they were coming, and Zai knew why. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Lilly. It had to have been. She was the only one we met in Nimbasa that we didn’t kill aside from Roscoe and Silas. And we told her we were coming.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Zai let out a heavy sigh and wondered who Delilah would blame among the scouting group for this.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The obvious answer was Roscoe and Silas. They’re the ones who lived in Nimbasa and for all anyone else knew they were double agents. Zai knew they were innocent because he had his eyes on them the entire time. Next would be himself and Victor, and knowing now how Victor felt about the witch, he decided it would be in the swordsman’s best interest if he didn’t have to take the blame. And of course if she found out that the person who spilled the beans was Devyn’s cousin, he was positive the next time Delilah wanted to thin out the herd Devyn would be among her choices for removal. So he’d have to lie and do everyone a solid. He already had an easy explanation in mind and began to wade through the crowd of bandits to find Delilah. Along the way he passed by Glynis, who he was tempted to stop and flirt with if it weren’t for his sense of priority and the fact that she was walking next to Gar.[/SIZE]





@RubyRose @Maki  @theglassangel  @SpookySableye  @Lotusy  @Danoram @Corgi


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Lilly[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] & [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Chewie[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] are back at the theater. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Helga[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is in the stadium watching the Nightmares through the scope of her rifle. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Mikey[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is gone. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Marth[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is chilling in a cage with soiled shorts that have now dried, I’m sure that’s very comfortable.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Floyd[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is back at the base kickin’ it at the Diner cause he’s a cooker not a fighter[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]And my [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Drifters[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] are irrelevant/can be used for anything at any time.[/SIZE]

 

[SpookySableye]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Shane Blyde[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Near the theater, by the gate[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: Tyler, Dahlia, others nearby[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Things seemed to be going rather well for the BSG so far. Mikey did a good job with his speech, the NCMT were joining the fight as well; overall, the odds felt as if they were stacked in the BSG’s favor. Then, as Mikey was delivering his speech, shit hit the fan, and he was snatched away by a mother bird. Shane was quite surprised, as everything up until now had been going near perfect. How did Shane feel about it? That's kind of hard to say at the moment. Now, Shane wasn’t the biggest fan of how Mikey ran things at base, but if they lose their leader, this battle could go to shit very quickly, and Shane had absolutely no interest in being captured or killed by an enemy group. While Shane was shocked about this, he didn’t go as far as Tyler, who ended up vomiting in a corner from the sight of Mikey being dragged away by the zombie. Honestly, he kind of expected a similar reaction out of Tyler, so he didn’t say anything about it. Dahlia on the other hand just looked plain confused, as if she didn’t know what was going on. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Seems like the mother bird just took the boss.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Shane stated bluntly as he started moving closer to Tyler and Delilah, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I hope this isn’t a sign of what’s to come, but if it is… we’re in for a hell of a ride.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE]


@Lotusy


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Beatrice Driller[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: West Gate[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: Mikey, Marcy, Garo, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Steve, others nearby[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]As instructed, Bee followed most of the group to the west gate of Nimbasa. Whoever this other gang is, there was one thing Bee was sure about; they weren't going to take Nimbasa, especially since the theater group was fighting with them, which meant even more fighters. Everything seemed to be going well until Mikey stopped speaking and fell out of sight because of a certain zombie. When the mother bird grabbed Mikey, Bee froze. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Crap... This is bad.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she thought. Garo was right; shit was about to get real. She was very, VERY close to going up there and helping Mikey right that second. However, that could be a risky move for her, and Marcy was much closer to where Mikey was than Bee. She had no idea what to do, now panicking. Many others seemed confused or worried as well. Right now, she was just hoping that Marcy would take care of whatever the hell was going on with Mikey and the mother bird, seeing as she was right next to him, and Steve and Garo didn’t seem like they were about to do anything about it. After all, Bee kind of needed to be here in case any raiders come through. It was a pretty tough call for her to make, seeing as it was her boss and all, but she was confident Marcy had things covered. However, if she runs into problems with the zombies, or does nothing in the next few seconds, Bee knew exactly what she'd be doing, and took out her handgun, unsure of how much help that'd be in the trees, and looked like she was prepared to bolt towards the trees just in case it got to that point. [/SIZE]


@theglassangel@SirBlazeALot


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Edward Rillie[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Route 5[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: Delilah, McSkitty, other Nightmares[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Today was a big day for him, Delilah, and their gang. This was definitely one of the largest conquests they’ve ever tried, and Eddy couldn’t help but feel confident as they marched closer and closer to Nimbasa. They had a lot to gain from this invasion, such as more than doubling their territory, more supplies, and possibly a few decent people they could recruit. Maybe. The Nightmare army was huge, so he didn’t doubt that they’d at the very least have the number advantage over whoever was in that city. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]That’ll make up for our… shortage of firearms...[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he thought, as that was one of the things he was a tad nervous about. Granted, he still felt like they were going to win, but now they’d have to deal with more casualties, which given how many people they have, wasn’t the worst thing in the world. There were only a few people in the gang whose lives Eddy deemed essential, one of them being Delilah. As long as him, her, and those few others survive and win, he wouldn’t throw a fit. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Well, this should be fun.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He told Delilah with a cocky smirk spreading across his face. It was pretty easy to tell how Eddy felt about the invasion just from looking at him. He had a strong feeling they'd win the fight, and he was ready to do just that.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]@Maki[/SIZE]@SirBlazeALot

 
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[Maki]

Delilah: Entering Nimbasa With Her Ill-equipped Army
​

Delilah walked in the back of the group, a sly and smug smile on her face. Today was the day that she took over Nimbasa city. Upon arrival at the West Gate the Noghtmares were met with many different signs, asking for a meeting rather than a war. She didn't know how the inhabitants of the city knew about their group or that they'd be showing up, but she didn't care. By the end of the day this city would be hers. If whatever group wished to meet with her wanted to trade so be it. The leader would just pull a greasy move and exterminate them. How exactly she didn't know yet. It was hard to predict what her opponents would be. They could be a punch of peace loving pussies or hard, tough cannibals. As Eddy closed in and exclaimed how fun the day would be, Delilah leaned in towards him and nodded. "Yes, if everything goes according to plan we will control everything. And that means that we will always be protected. We can live out the remainder of our life safe and happy." She said, subtly taking his hand as they walked. That was all she truly wanted right now; power, territory, and a peaceful life with the one living thing she cared about. "Alright everyone, we're going to march straight into the city in one big, organized line. Fill up the streets and kill any dead you see, though try not to use ammo please. We need that for the humans. Speaking of which, do not kill anyone yet unless if they try to kill you first. Let's get this over with quickly!" She instructed in the loudest voice she could, which wasn't enough to reach the front. Hopefully those closer would pass up what she said and misinformation wouldn't spread all that much. But knowing the telephone effect she could see things going wrong. All Delilah could do now was pray that things went smoothly until they met with this mysterious group. 


(Would Ellie be with Helga at the stadium, somewhere with the NCMT group, or just locked up like usual? Espie is trying to catch a quick snooze before she puts her life at risk.)


@SirBlazeALot @SpookySableye @RubyRose @Corgi

 

[RubyRose]

View attachment 221277Charles
Location: BSG Theatre
Interaction: Laurence


Charles was at least not alone with the desire to speak, so when he saw Laurence making the attempt he remained quiet. It was almost amusing the way his brother’s mouth open and closed with his lack of words but he kept himself from smirking. As Laurence surprised him with a hug, Charles allowed the happiness he had for his brother being around to seep into his chest so that when he returned the hug it was genuine.


“Your emotions are completely understandable. I never accepted you were dead, but I had to acknowledge the possibility.” He said in a soothing tone that nonetheless held the chill Charles had picked up to make himself seem careless. His brothers sobs picked at a corner of his heart, causing an ache to begin to throb as he continued to hold his brother. “We are both well, though, and I have secured a safe place in a dangerous group of people. Besides, my being a doctor would give us both strong status wherever we may go. You can count on me to protect and provide for you, Laurence. We will not be separated again.”


After patting Laurence’s back for a little while longer, he pulled away from the hug. Acquiring a handkerchief from his pocket –because it’s Charles and of course he’d have one- he handed it to Laurence. “Still, you need to be strong, brother. Mikey preys on the weak, so you can’t show weakness. You may be my brother, and he welcomed you, but don’t give him a reason to destroy you. Don’t show weakness.”


/monthly_2016_12/03Steve.jpg.57909136e762686f6dd8f89d32049423.jpgSteve
Location: Across from Garo
Interaction: Garo


Steve just stared at Garo blankly, realizing a little late that he had asked the wrong person. But it wasn’t like there were a ton of people to ask. On top of that, Steve didn’t like the smile that had spread across Garo’s face. Admittedly, if something bad hadn’t just happened to Mikey Steve might find the evil grin attractive, alluring, and possibly a little sexy because let’s face it- Garo is a pretty decent looking guy. But Steve only felt the cold spread of fear both from not knowing what to do and that Garo seemed to believe whatever happened was in his favor.


“But… do you think we just… stay? Do you think we’d get into trouble for moving?” He pressed, looking around for an answer. He didn’t want to get killed because he went to make sure Mikey was okay, but if he didn’t go he may get killed for not going. Or at least beaten within an inch of his life. Still not a very promising prospect.  


View attachment 221274Devyn
Location: Behind Zai, Near McSkitty
Interaction: Nightmares  


That the tree and the spider hadn’t killed the Nightmare’s faithful new doggie had made Devyn really happy. And that he was so strong that he came with them, even though he was still hurt, made her want to pat his head and tell him how good he’s done but she was too busy singing for any of that. She quieted when McSkitty stopped singing, continuing to hum the tune, while she stared at the sign in McSkitty’s hands. She guffawed along with McSkitty after he had made his joke about the tree and brothers, though she only partially understood, believing him to be upset about the sign having been nailed to the nearby tree instead of that the sign itself was made from trees.


Finding herself in a one armed hug from McSkitty, Devyn attempted to wrap an arm around his waist as well. “Mr. McSkitty gives the bestest biggie back rides, doggie! Ya need ta accept it!” She said brightly, still clinging to the cat man’s side and completely oblivious to his brief change in composure. She was too busy gazing at Roscoe with a huge, possibly unnerving, grin.


/monthly_2016_12/-16Gar.jpg.4b743e935eb15a68b9eaf0d226fecc3e.jpgGar
Location: With the Nightmares
Interaction: Glynis


Looking up when Gar heard his name, he gave Glynis a half assed smile and a small wave. He slowed his pace so that he fell back a little from the others, walking in his usual slunched over swagger. His brows pulled together, though his shit eating grin remained in place,  giving him a very odd expression at Glynis’ question.


“I’m fantastic. Marvelous. Fucking wonderful. And you?” His voice had a bitter edge to it, but it was twisted with a snarky happiness. Almost sarcastic, but still with a cold core. He gave an uncaring shrug, forcing that smile to remain. “Oh, and you’re really welcome. It was a lot of working getting you to the hospital but I suppose you could have been heavier so yeah, no big deal. Just don’t fate again. I can’t carry you all the way to the base from here.” He said in a rather calloused tease.


@SpookySableye @Maki @theglassangel @SirBlazeALot @Corgi @Danoram @Lotusy

 

[Corgi]

Glynis Gest  



Location: With Nightmares 



Interacting; Gar @RubyRose



 

She winced at his response, feeling guilty for even asking. It was obvious he wasn't okay, so why did she even ask? While she mentally berated herself with insults, her smile continued to waver, forming into a sheepish frown as he continued on. "I'm sorry that I inconvenienced you. I'm very appreciative of what you did to help me, I don't know what I would've done if you didn't do that, so thank you..." Glynis said, barely above a whisper as she glanced away from Gar and focuse dher attention on the ground. 


They way he was talking pained her to hear. Also the fact that Glynis didn't think about how hard it must've been to carry her from the gates to the hospital made her feel ashamed. What kind of friend was she to not worry about him first? She stayed quiet for awhile, not knowing what else to say. There was obviously something that was bothering Gar, but she didn't know what to do. Should she just show her support? It seemed like the reasonable thing to do, but how would she know? She never had friends before. 


"If..."  Glynis started, nervous as to what she was saying, "If you ever want to talk, I'm always here for you." She forced out, heat rising to her face as she glanced around, looking everywhere but at him. It was strange how she could talk to everyone else just fine but him. She wanted to know why he was so special. It may have been because she thought of him as a friend, and since she's never had one before, she was nervous. Glynis decided to settle on that explanation, feeling pleased that she was able to explain what she was feeling.

 
​

Laurence Wiccien 



Location: BSG Theatre 





Interacting: @RubyRose

As he felt arms wrap around him, he felt safe again, a feeling he hadn't felt since the apocalypse started. So much had happened when they were separated, and at the time, Laurence had wished he would've done something differently. Something that would've helped the people he was with- but now that he was with his brother, he wouldn't dare to change that. 


Laurence listened to his brother talk, nodding along, trying to recollect himself as they went, but as Charles spoke on, he started crying more. He hoped they would never be separated. He wasn't sure he was capable of going through what he went through again. When they got out of the hug, he was a blubbering mess. Tears staining his cheeks, his face flushed from the lack of oxygen he was getting, and his hands were numb. He thankfully took the handkerchief Charles provided for him, wiping away his weakness and calming down.  


"I'll do whatever it takes." Although his voice wavered, he stood tall, looking up at his brother, "I'll stand strong and not be shaken. I won't blink twice if I have to kill." He reassured Charles. 

 

[Lotusy]

 

Dahlia and Tyler


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Near the theater[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Themselves, Shane[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]As Mikey and the mother bird disappeared into the leaves, Dahlia raised her hand in an  eye-shading form to pretend like she was looking for them, all while her partner clung onto the corner he’d hidden behind like a wounded animal. Once Shane came around and confirmed their observations, Dahlia heard Tyler let out a weak groan while she continued to stare at the trees Mikey and the zombie [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]made their exit through. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Huh. Well, that’s a shame,” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]she said with a hint of indifference, causing Tyler to glare in her direction. As long as Mikey was out of action, the group would probably be set a bit off-stance, or just unnerved at the very least. If they weren’t about to [/SIZE] [SIZE=14.666666666666666px]launch a giant assault on intruders, Dahlia would have actually relished the moment of unease, but since they [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]were [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]about to fight… She turned back to Tyler and met his glare with one of her own, then called back to Shane.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“So what are we doing now that we’re a bit… leaderless? Is our little ambush for these intruders still on?”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Tyler was frankly surprised that Dahlia and Shane weren’t panicking like him, and it made him a little bit embarrassed. On one hand, he would have called for a search for Mikey, but deep down, the man wasn’t even brave enough to execute it. As it stood, all he could do was try to make Dahlia feel ashamed for her (perceived) disrespect for their leader’s kidnapping. When even that didn’t work, Tyler went straight back to worrying about their current plan. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Y-yea, what do we do n-next?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He asked, gripping his gun nervously. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“A-are we actually going to fight?”[/SIZE]

Roscoe


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Path up to the theater[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: The Nightmares[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The general energy around the Nightmares and McSkitty’s antics made it quite easy for Roscoe to shrug off the thought of getting to the invasion part of their plan. Sure, Gar, Zai, and Glynis could keep a serious attitude up, but McSkitty’s tree joke and Devyn’s singing had Roscoe cracking up a couple of times throughout their “march”. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Once McSkitty actually inquired about his health, Roscoe just shrugged it off. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Yea, I’m right as… right as snow, ya know?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Well, right as snow until he suddenly felt tired within a could of seconds. Until then, he hadn’t realized it, but he’d [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]actually been injured [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px](what a surprise) and on top of the resulting fatigue of his body trying to mend itself, the march hadn’t done him any favors either. When the topic of “biggie back” rides came up, Roscoe was a bit excited, if not a little bit crushed by McSkitty’s arm. Plus, with Devyn’s encouragement, how could he say no? [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Yea, hit me up with the biggie back ride, big guy,” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he started, before realizing that McSkitty had suddenly sobered up without warning. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“What’s up? Somthin’ get in your eye?”[/SIZE]


Sam

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Route to the Theater[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: Cadence, anyone nearby[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Sam didn’t mind getting put on guard duty with the axe ninja, since any assignment away from his old group was a blessing in itself. Besides, zombie duty was much easier than having to fight a human, since Sam was actually on even footing (or arm-ing) with the more decayed ones in terms of limbs. Well, it was also the group they had to fight against that made Sam shy away from the front lines, too. Any chance to fight the BSG and redeem himself would have much more fulfilling than combatting these complete strangers, but he could only hope. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hm. Actually, if I was out there with the group, maybe nobody would notice a bullet or two into a BSG back, right? Darn. I guess I missed that chance.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Of course, fending off the undead was his first priority now. He made sure to stay far enough away from Cadence and her axe swings to keep the rest of his limbs attached, choosing a point in the back so he could pick off further zombies and keep an eye on her at the same time. Trust wasn’t the biggest issue, but as the ninja kept taking out zombies methodically and muttering to herself, Sam knew a bit of distance wouldn’t hurt. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“So, just a quick question,” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he started, picking off a zombie as he tried for a lame attempt at conversation. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Is your pink friend a guy or a girl? And what’s with the, um… [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]theatrical speech[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]?”[/SIZE]


@SirBlazeALot @RubyRose @SpookySableye @Corgi @Maki @Danoram @theglassangel

 

[SirBlazeALot]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Garo[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: West Gate[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Steve & Bee[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Ugghhhhh shaaaddup[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Garo groaned at Steve as he continued trying to crane his neck to see what happened to Mikey. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“‘Get into trouble’ -- you sound like a [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]bitch[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], cuh!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Garo mocked Steve and added, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“He ain’tcho daddy, yo!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] After meeting some of the BSG folk, Garo was pretty convinced that Mikey put on a big show but didn’t [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]really[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] have the manpower to back it up. I mean come on, that Tyler guy? [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Total pussy![/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]That kid he had putting up signs? [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Fuckin pussy ass kid, yo![/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]And now [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]this[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] guy. Mikey might not have a bunch of total badasses, but he did have a bunch of beautiful women. Granted, Garo hated most of them because he recognized them from the holdup. Marcy, Bee, Helga, and even the chick who fucked with his nose were all beautiful. It was a shame he was sure he would have to kill each and every one of them. At least there was Gabe’s sister, who was just waiting for a knight in shining armor to come through and save her from a man who threatened to turn her into a limbless sex slave. Beautiful or not though, Mikey’s women deserved death for what they were trying to do to him and his friends just as much as his men did.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]However, it was in his nature to show out in front of women.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Check it. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Ay yo, G![/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Garo called as he moved from his position and went to join Glacier in front of the gate. From a distance, the men could be seen exchanging a few words until Glacier huffily separated away from the gangsta gangsta gangsta and Garo returned to his position, grinning wide as ever.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Ay cuh, yo Daddy cool, he kickin’ it with Moms…”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Garo couldn’t wait to let his setup simmer before he delivered the punchline. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Mama [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Bird[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], yo!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He began to cackle triumphantly and hysterically. Garo could barely be understood through his laughter as he added,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He gettin’ eat bruuhhhhh[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]~!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE]





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Glacier[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Near the Gate and stuff[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Sam & Cadence[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]So saying that Abi was acting weird was an understatement. He couldn’t remember a fight that the two of them had gotten into where Abi was anything less than facetious. She rarely even got upset when fighting with him, she usually just responded to his frustration with jokes until one of them was so stupid it made him laugh. It just wasn’t like her to get so angry, and even less like her to express a need to hang out with anyone other than him. Sure, Abi was a lot of outgoing and extroverted than he was but she had a terrible track record with friends and though the others probably didn’t think so, she was more closed off than [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]was.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She left and as much as Glacier wanted to talk to her, he figured he should give her her alone time and talk about it later. So long as she didn’t go anywhere near the roof of the gate, Glacier was fine with giving her space. His confusion was interrupted by Garo, who left his position to ask what happened their old boss. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Ay yo G, what happened to General Fuckboy?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He asked in a low voice.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“A Mama Bird snatched him from the roof and now some very lucky zombies are having CEO for breakfast, now buzz off.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]His argument with Abi about not seeing Mikey actually die reverberated even more in his mind but he wiped the thoughts away. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You fuckin’ lie!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Garo exclaimed in disbelief. Glacier was just as happy about it as Garo was, but he was more concerned about Abi’s behavior. Mikey had been their problem for all of what? Two days? Abi had been his bestie for years. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Yes yes yes, now get back to your spot!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He shooed Garo away. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“We still have bandits to deal with, remember? And unless Marcy’s got a tongue like her brother’s then we’re in for a fight.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Another idiotic grin lit up Garo’s face.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Oh I bet that bitch’s [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]real [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]good with that tongue. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Real [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]fuckin’ good cuh,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Garo snickered and began to pantomime the act of fellatio, much to Glacier’s disgust.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“For fuck’s sake, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]get back in position, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]you great big jackass… you’re fucking insufferable.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Glacier replied with a sigh before crossing his arms and taking his leave from a still snickering Garo.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He didn’t know where he was going without Abi. They had been partners for this whole ordeal but she obviously didn’t want to talk to him. In fact, it seemed she already found others to fall in line with. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Yes, make friends with fucking bandits Abi, that’s a great idea…[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he thought bitterly, and maybe even enviously. Despite her outburst, Glacier was certain Abi was just being Abi. Friendly and easy to talk to so that others revealed their vulnerabilities around her. Still, he couldn’t rise above the pettiness and had a desire to make her jealous as well. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Oh yeah? Well, I’ve got other friends too, asshole. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Glacier arrived at Sam’s side and squatted by the downed zombie. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Good one, Sam,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he said awkwardly. He couldn’t remember the last time he said “Good one” without an ounce of sarcasm. Glacier took a look at Cadence’s handiwork and added, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You uh… you too I guess...” [/SIZE]





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Abi[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Near the gate and stuff[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Dahlia, Tyler & Shane[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Glacier didn’t understand what losing Mikey meant to Abi. As much as she loved him, Abi wanted a larger social circle than just one platonic guy. She always did. Seeing Sam running for a theater a few days ago was the brightest day she’d had in so long. He provided her with a reason to finally get Glacier to go to the theater and meet some other people. And Abi was perfectly ready to be a team player despite the condition  the theater group was in. But then, fate came knocking at the door with a lot of guns, threats, and an undeniable charisma. And Abi fell back into her conniving old ways. If she saw an opportunity, Abi couldn’t ignore it. Black Smoke Gang was exactly where she and Glacier belonged. But she knew Glacier would never sign on to be a bandit. He had too good of a heart. The others might not have guessed that he had a bigger heart than her’s, but that was all a part of the charade. Mikey had arrived with the perfect solution, the best of both worlds, and now he was gone. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Then she remembered there were two of him. As she was walking away from Glacier, Mikey’s sexy sister came to mind. Abi looked back toward the gate to make sure that she too had not been captured. Though she was safe, she appeared to be in distress for obvious reasons. But there was no way Glacier would let her go up there and help the woman. No, she needed to get one of Mikey’s-- Marcy’s henchmen to do it.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Abi had taken note of where everyone was and subtly kept tabs on each of them. Of the Black Smoke Gangsters she knew of, there was one who would be perfect for helping Marcy. Or at least, the first step in helping Marcy. Tyler. He was reachable and not in some wacky place like Helga, whom she would never get to. He was also throwing up, so the theater folk wouldn’t get suspicious if she went over to “help” him. Otherwise it would just look like she was fraternizing with the enemy. Only problem was, Abi had already picked Tyler out as a weak link of the gang. She couldn’t rely on him to help Marcy, but she could use him as a jumping point for maybe getting Shane to do it. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You alright, hon?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Abi asked as she joined the little clique. She rubbed Tyler’s back and offered him a drink from her canteen. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I’m surprised the rest of you aren’t spilling your guts too. Shouldn’t one of you be going to help him? Or… [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]her[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] She nodded up to Marcy on top of the gate and glanced at Shane. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Heh, I guess chivalry really is dead?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]she teased with lightly wry laughter. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“A girl gets her brother torn away from her and not a single man goes to her aid? [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Tsk, tsk[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px].”[/SIZE]





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]McSkitty[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Route 5[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Roscoe, Devyn, and Nightmares and stuff[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“GAHAHAHA-AHAHAHA! Take-take-take Devy’s word for it lad,” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]McSkitty stuttered and affectionately rubbed the top of Devyn’s head. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Sheezuh [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]FRequent [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]cuztomah! [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]HA![/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] What with the size difference between the two of them, it wasn’t uncommon to see McSkitty and Devyn walking around as a combination of the two of them: McDevy. AKA Devyn riding on McSkitty’s shoulders as they ran around camp acting like jackasses. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Turns out Roscoe didn’t need too much convincing.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Roight az rain Oi am! Nevah bettah! Tip top shape! [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]GAHAAAH[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] McSkitty didn’t waste a second. He crouched down and shoved his head between Roscoe’s legs. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“ALLEY-[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]OOP[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]McSkitty roared as he scooped Roscoe off of the ground with his shoulders. He braced Roscoe by his shins with his huge arms. As Delilah issued orders to the crew, McSkitty teetered from side to side as the drunken giant attempted to balance himself. After a few close calls, McSkitty finally managed to stand up straight with the help of a nearby tree. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“OI OI CAPTAIN!... ‘Old it”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] McSkitty then casually vomited on one of the tree signs. McSkitty behaved as if he had merely spit on it and resumed singing. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“ONE WAY! OR[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] ANAHTHAH[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]! OI’M GANNA FOIND YAH! OI’M GANNA [/SIZE][SIZE=18.666666666666664px]GEHSHA GEHSHA GEHSHA GEHSHA[/SIZE][SIZE=18.666666666666664px]!![/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]” [/SIZE]





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Zai[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Route 5[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: The Nightmares and shit[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Lucky for Zai, he didn’t have to search long for Delilah. She immediately revealed her location by shouting at everyone. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Wait…” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Zai lifted an eyebrow and went over her words again.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Don’t kill anyone unless they try to kill you first?[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Normally that would have sounded like a fantastic way to [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]get killed [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]but then it clicked. She had probably been reading the signs and decided to play along. Perhaps Nimbasa and Driftveil really could establish “civility”, a word that he noticed was coming up a lot on the Route 5 signs. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Perhaps meeting Lilly and letting her live had been the roundabout will of Arceus. The first step toward something greater than living under the rule of Delilah and Eddy, two people who haphazardly disposed of people they weren’t powerful enough to lead on their own. Zai didn’t think much of the two of them, but perhaps Delilah could manage to change his mind. For now, he would hold off on lying about Lilly to see how this whole thing played out. He was getting the general vibe from the universe that today was all about patience. From the long march here to tolerating McSkitty and Devyn’s singing to the signs begging for peace and a chance to talk, everything seemed to be all about biding one’s time. Zai would watch today’s events unfold from the thick of the crowd now that he had separated from McSkitty who called far too much attention to himself, to put it lightly. It was admittedly wise of Delilah give Nimbasa a chance to prove that they were strong enough to survive in this world and work hand in hand with the Nightmares.[/SIZE]





@RubyRose @Maki  @theglassangel  @SpookySableye  @Lotusy  @Danoram @Corgi


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Lilly[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] & [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Chewie[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] are back at the theater. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Helga[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is in the stadium watching the Nightmares through the scope of her rifle. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Mikey[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is gone. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Marth[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is chilling in a cage with soiled shorts that have now dried, I’m sure that’s very comfortable.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Floyd[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is back at the base kickin’ it at the Diner cause he’s a cooker not a fighter[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]And my [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Drifters[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] are irrelevant/can be used for anything at any time.[/SIZE]

 

[SpookySableye]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Beatrice Driller[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: West Gate[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: Garo, Steve, others[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Well, those few seconds were definitely up, and nobody had done anything yet. Seriously, what the hell was going on with everyone? Their leader was just snatched by a zombie, and practically no one did anything? Like, Bee knew that they were supposed to stay put for when the invaders come, but still; nobody, NOBODY did anything. Steve just stood around not knowing what to do, and Garo clearly didn’t give a shit. Tyler was vomiting in a corner, and Shane and Dahlia were talking about who the fuck knows what. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Well, don’t just stand there!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Bee growled at Steve in a low voice before making her way to the direction Mikey was pulled off to, or at least where she thought he was dragged to, and started running full speed. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]'Get in trouble for moving’ my ass! I’m not going to let him die like this! [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] If nobody else was going to save Mikey, then she would. Yeah, her orders were to stay put, but why would she stay put when the leader of the pack just got snatched by a zombie? Despite the others she was given, Bee just couldn’t sit there while Mikey was about to die to the hands of zombies like this. All she was hoping was that she could find him before it was too late, and that navigating through the trees and finding Mikey wouldn’t be too troublesome.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]@SirBlazeALot@RubyRose[/SIZE]


Shane Blyde


Location: Near the theater, by the gate


Hanging with: Tyler, Dahlia, Abi


[SIZE= 14.66px]“Well, seeing as we are about to be invaded, I would assume so.”[/SIZE][COLOR= rgb(103, 78, 167)] [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Shane answered, [/COLOR][SIZE= 14.66px]“I mean, if we don’t fight, we get taken over by whoever the hell is invading us.” Around then, one of the theater group people came by and tried to help Tyler with his vomiting. While doing that, she brought up how nobody went to help Mikey out as he was dragged away by the mother bird, and why neither Shane nor Dahlia were freaking out. Then she started going on about chivalry being dead, which seemed to be directed at Shane since she was looking at him while talking about it. [/SIZE][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]What Abi was saying made Shane think a bit. The chivalry part didn’t really sway him, but she had a point about no one coming to save Mikey. Honestly, it surprised Shane that nobody had made a move yet to go out and find Mikey yet, despite being ordered to stay for when the raiders come in. However, this situation was more of a “you’re damned if you do and you’re damned if you don’t” situation. If he went to go save Mikey, he’d be saving someone he felt very mixed about, and possibly get ragged on about not following orders, and then the rest of the group would be fighting off the raiders with one less person. If he didn’t, he’d look like an ass towards much of the BSG and possibly get ragged on for not going out to save him. On top of that, Mikey could be dead by the time he got there, which would suck big time. Either way, Shane didn’t see a desirable outcome. Despite that, there was one thing he was sure about. [/COLOR][SIZE= 14.66px]“Yeah, I'm honestly surprised.”[/SIZE][COLOR= rgb(103, 78, 167)] [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 0)]Shane replied in agreement, sounding very surprised and confused at what was happening. He was thinking about running over until he noticed Bee doing exactly what he was thinking of doing, to which then he stopped in his tracks. [/COLOR][SIZE= 14.66px]“Actually, Bee seems to be doing that now, so it’s probably best we stay here... I mean, if too many people go, that what will we do about the raiders?"[/SIZE]


@SirBlazeALot@Lotusy

 

[RubyRose]

/monthly_2016_12/Cadence.png.0b782a5ef6dc66ec9f1841f6efb9d88a.pngCadence
Location: Protecting one of the Routes to Theatre from Zombies & Raiders
Interaction: Sam, Glacier, Garo  


Cadence didn’t mind the help that she had been assigned as long as he didn’t get in her way. If he did… well he might end up with no arms. Or perhaps an arm and a leg. And then Elliot would blame her when they got kicked out of the theater. They would be basically back to where they started. Frowning to herself, she glanced up when a voice came in her direction.


“Those don’t involve quick answers.” She warned. “Brother Elliot is a man who likes feminine things though you won’t ever hear him admit it.” Cadence explained with an easy grin. “And the theatrical speech is just his way of drawing attention to himself. He likes being in the spotlight.” She said with a giggle. The commotion caught her attention but what happened really was of no interest to her. Then again Cadence hadn’t been completely clued in to what was going on.  



The hair on the back of Cadence’s neck rose and she bit back a groan as a rather familiar voice sounded nearby. She had taken her eyes off of Sam to dispatch  a meanderer and now when she looked back her eyes were met with the unwelcome sight of the frosty man. “Was that some kind of compliment?” She inquired, brows arching so high they were in danger of disappearing into her hairline. “And here I thought your words had to be coated in a layer of frost for you to speak.” She mumbled, more to herself then speaking aloud to the world.



“If you want to compliment someone you have to sound like you mean it. Like this: Sam, for a man with only one arm you are fantastic at killing zombies.” Cadence said, turning to smile at Sam. And then she turned to Glacier. “And for a man who can’t seem to say a nice word to anyone, I have a lot of respect for you because you tried. And trying is what matters. So way to force yourself to be nice, you frosty turd.” Cadence said with a grin, winking at the Glaceon.


View attachment 221277Charles
Location: BSG Theatre
Interaction: Laurence


Charles gazed at his brother as he absorbed what he had said. It was what he had thought he wanted to her. To know his brother would be strong in the face of adversary. To know he was willing to do whatever it took to keep the both of them alive. It was logical. This is how it’s supposed to be. They did what was needed to survive, and to continue to be with each other now. That was all that should have mattered.


And yet… something twisted unpleasantly in Charles’ gut hearing his brother say those words, and sound so sure of them. Charles didn’t doubt his brother would and yet… had his brother’s soul been so tainted already, or was he willing to destroy it for the sake of Charles?


“I hope it won’t come to that, Laurence. But I am proud to know you will do what it takes to survive.” He said, reaching out to ruffle his brother’s hair affectionately. It had been so long since his heart had felt even the slightest bit warm. That thought made him think about Lotus.. but he pushed it away, focused on his brother.


“Would it be unpleasant to retell how you have survived up to this point? How you found this place?”






/monthly_2016_12/03Steve.jpg.57909136e762686f6dd8f89d32049423.jpgSteve
Location: Across from Garo
Interaction: Garo, Bee


Face flushing red, Steve just gazed at the ground uncertainly. His gaze took on wide eyed shock when Garo suggested Steve get into trouble. Didn’t this guy realize that getting into trouble meant you forfeited your life? Apparently not, because Garo just continued to talk about things he obviously didn’t understand. Any attraction Steve found in the man was gone. Or at least that’s what Steve would have wanted. But no… it was still there. As Garo headed off to talk to someone else, Steve just ended up staring at the ground. He was completely lost on what he should do.


“What should I do?” He inquired when Bee told him not to just stand there, hoping that perhaps his colleague would have an order for him. No such luck… it was more a reprimand as she ran off to go help their leader. Steve went back to staring at the ground, scuffing his toe on the ground and sighing. He didn’t like this… he especially didn’t like when he thought he heard voices in the distance. You’re imagining it Steve. Calm down, man. You’re alright. He wasn’t alright, though. He was terrified. Steve looked around at the others around him and then down at the swords in his hands. He could always run now… go back to the theater and get Lilly, right? But would she even go with him? Steve sheathed his swords and pressed his hands to his face, running them agitatedly through his hair. He didn’t want to get into trouble but he didn’t know which would be worse for him. Leaving his post to find Mikey, or staying put. He just didn’t know.


Hearing Garo’s laughter was foreboding and Steve left his post. He settled a hand on Garo’s shoulder to get his attention. “I’m not the bitch, man. You are.” Steve said, tone pretty dark for it being Steve. On a normal person it would probably sound like a regular statement. He then aimed a punch for Garo’s jaw, because it felt like the right thing to do. Steve was scared and frustrated and there was an attractive man laughing at his leader’s demise and for Steve it was like the man had painted a target on his cheek and said ‘have at me, bro.’ The part that had probably gotten Steve the worst was because even if Garo hadn’t called him a bitch, it felt like he had… and Steve felt like Garo was right. And he didn’t want Garo to be right. Of course being called a bitch would be the thing to snap Steve.



View attachment 221274Devyn
Location: Behind Zai, Near McSkitty
Interaction: McSkitty & Roscoe


Devyn watched gleefully as Roscoe was easily picked up by McSkitty, and when the man wobbled back and forth the little ditto mimicked as if she were also drunk and unbalanced. There wasn’t anything serious going on at the moment anyway. And even though it looked like she was being ridiculous with McSkitty, Devyn had kept part of her mind on task. Just like Zai taught her. There wouldn’t be zombies or anything sneaking up on her or McSkitty or any of them.


“Wow! Nice shot!” With the world smelling pretty awful all the time thanks to zombies, McSkitty stomach projectile didn’t bother her one bit. Didn’t even set off a gag reflex. Instead, Devyn actually spit at the next sign (because she hadn’t quite worked out projectile vomiting on command. And also Zai had told her purposely vomiting was bad –waste of food- so spitting was her next best option) and then she pointed. “Did you see that Mr. McSkitty?” She inquired proudly. She then picked up the chorus of the song that McSkitty had been belting earlier.


“One Way, Or Anothah! We’re gonna Find YA! We’re Gonna Getcha Getcha Getcha.”




/monthly_2016_12/-16Gar.jpg.4b743e935eb15a68b9eaf0d226fecc3e.jpgGar
Location: With the Nightmares
Interaction: Glynis


Gar had often noticed when people had closed themselves off to him, but he hadn’t given a care. Sometimes he’d think twice about it, but usually he just couldn’t be bothered to care. But after talking to Zai… well now he wondered to himself at times. If he treated the other Nightmares better, would they treat him better? He had always treated Glynis pretty badly and yet she was still nice to him. Still, he just couldn’t find it in himself to be bothered by her being upset.


Brows furrowing in confusion it took some serious face wrestling to get his expression to be a typical sneer of his. “Talk? Is there something you want to talk about Glynis? Is that what the problem is?” He inquired, moving to walk backwards in front of her and putting his face right in her’s. “I don’t know why you think I have a problem…” He trailed off, leaving it open for her to answer the unasked question. Namely – so what if I do have a problem? He also wondered why she cared, though. What difference did it make to her? It was obvious none of the other nightmares cared enough to bother with him and his depressive state of mind.


@SpookySableye @Maki @theglassangel @SirBlazeALot @Corgi @Danoram @Lotusy

 

[Maki]

Espie Eons: Waking from an Illegal Nap


Espie was being a bit of a rebel today and she loved it. The big bad wolf Mikey had ordered her group to hang out around West Gate and wait for the big group from Driftveil to show up. But instead of doing what she was supposed to do she was stowed away with Snora taking a nap. The purple haired girl managed to make some excuse to disappear for an hour or two, but unfortunately her time was up. Letting out a loud and unhappy groan Espie rolled onto her back and slowly opened her eyes, looking over to Snora. She felt bad about having to wake the girl, but she had to. It was either continue sleeping and get punished or suck it up and sleep later. "Wakey Wakey Snora..." She said in a louder tone, reaching over and shaking the sleeping girl. "We gotta get up now or people will get suspicious, and we can't have that. Especially Mikey. He'd beat our asses to a pulp." Getting to her feet Espie began to get ready for the day, sticking her weapon to her hip and fixing up her hair. She needed to look cute and fierce for the visitors. Glancing back at Snora to see if she was awake, Espie stepped on her and began to shake her again with more power. "You better hurry up!"


(sorry for the short post. I couldn't think of what to write)


@corgi

 

[RubyRose]

View attachment 221273Victor
Location: Scouting
Interaction: Bee


For awhile there wasn't much to interrupt Victor's thoughts or put him on guard. He could happily picture all the ways Eddy could die on accident in all the commotion, and ways to remove the blame from himself. Every scenario had a 'happy' ending for him with Delilah being his... granted every now and then it was because he was tired of giving her the choice and making her be his. Holding someone prisoner was not the worst thing he had done... but it would mean eliminating the other Nightmares. Or at least the ones that would seek out Delilah if she and Victor were to go missing. 


Would they look for her? Perhaps they would turn to someone else to lead... Victor pondered, before the sound of someone crashing through trees caught his attention. Someone else very possibly would have missed the noise but it set the sword wielding man off and soon he was sprinting through the trees as well. Whether it was a charging zombie or a human... he wasn't sure until he got close enough to actually hear the pattern well enough to know it was someone who knew how to use their speed.


Intercepting the woman's path, sword drawn, the one thing that kept him from attacking right off the bat was Delilah's orders. They caused him to hesitate... because part of him wanted to kill the woman just to enjoy the look of shock on her face. But no, he had to stop and think a moment because Delilah said 'let's be peacable.' Pathetic. Eddy was making his Delilah weak. So instead he stood, sword in an offensive hold, staring the woman down. He didn't speak; he waited for her to do so first. Or to attack first. He really hoped for the latter. 


@SpookySableye 

 

[Lotusy]

Tyler


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Near the Theater[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: Dahlia, Shane, Abi[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Tyler sure didn’t mind Abi coming over to help out, though he was a bit bothered that she stole the “let’s save Mikey” thunder. He was also totally oblivious to the fact that Abi had singled him out as the weak link, even though he’d basically spilled his guts in their earlier interaction, too. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Y-yea, I’m all good. I’m just hoping he’s okay, that’s all,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he said, refusing a drink from the canteen. Her comment about being chivalrous didn’t go unnoticed, either, though Tyler was looking for way to deflect any of that responsibility from himself. Thankfully, that manifested in Shane’s observation that Bee already on the case - and for once, something coming from Shane actually lowered his blood pressure.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Shane’s right. I’m sure M-mikey wouldn’t want us to jeopardize our operation, when we’re this close to getting them.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He didn't know if that was the truth, but Tyler gulped and tried to steady his composure either way. Helping Marcy was something he obviously dodged, since his comforting skills were poor and that could be just as dangerous as actually looking for Mikey. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“We can, er, roll with the punches as they come, right? Maybe the Theater guys would be willing to help. I’m sure Mikey would be mighty grateful,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he said. Though meaningless to anyone else, Tyler left out Abi from the group that needed Mikey’s approval because of her earlier deal. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Maybe someone could get a pardon, if they, er, actually need it…”[/SIZE]


Dahlia

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Near the Theater[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: Tyler, Shane, Abi[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Dahlia could only raise an eyebrow as Abi came over to talk to them about chivalry. Given the audience of a known prankster, herself, and a man who literally threw up at the first sign of panic, she was sure Abi wouldn’t get too far. Shane saw to that, and they were back to the old “somebody should do something but it’s not going to be me” impasse. However, though the Mikey search stayed out of the picture, Abi brought another variable to the table that made the waiting game more interesting - Marcy. With the short time she knew Marcy, Dahlia was sure she wouldn’t need that much comforting, but… It wouldn’t hurt to be the first in the ear of the new leader, would it? The first to reassure, gain some trust, and get a bit more leverage in the group. Dahlia was all for the idea, though she’d have to play around the issue a bit to not seem too suspicious.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Well, don’t expect me to fly off into the trees looking for the wolf. I’m no superman,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she replied, starting to pick at the handle of her knife as she waited. After she unlodged a particularly crumbly piece of dirt, Dahlia’s eyes flitted between the three people around her, none of whom had really budged. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Alright, if none of you boys’ll do it, I’ll check on the sister.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]With a sigh sounding like she’d just been given a couple hundred bags to carry, Dahlia sheathed her knife and started on the path to Marcy’s perch. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Oh, this will be great. I already started here with a good set of cards… but who says I can’t get a better hand now?[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] As she turned the corner, Dahlia slowed her pace, waving first to check if she’d startled Marcy. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Miss Marcy, are you okay?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she called, stepping forward next to the Mightyena.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“That was certainly frightening, to say the least. Everyone’s a bit distraught, of course, so is there something we could help with? Any orders?”[/SIZE]

Sam


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Route near the Theater[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: Cadence, Glacier[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Well, at least she’s not hostile, Sam thought as Cadence gave her replies to his couple of questions about Elliot. That was one of the things Sam had been worried about, since the earlier interactions were expectedly tense. Of course, between Chewie’s quick counters and having a sniper rifle trained on them by Gabe, Sam was surprised that there wasn’t more stress between  the Theater and this new group. Elliot, of course, seemed happy enough being inside, the kids were just, well, kids, and Stani wasn’t very talkative at all. That left Cadence as the most mistrusting, or rather, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]realistic [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]of the group they had let in, though it seemed bygones could be bygones when they were working together. That’s pretty good. I’m glad there’s no hard feelings.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Glacier immediately banished that last thought from Sam’s mind once he arrived. The frosty man’s sudden appearance surprised him enough to send a chill down his spine, though what surprised him more was Glacier’s compliment. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Hey, thanks man,” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he started, before doing a double take and looking at Glacier like there was something on his face. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]That... was much more awkward than usual. What’s up with that?[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Though he had no intention of alienating Glacier for trying to be nice, since it was an improvement, if Glacier was really intent on complimenting people, he was in for a show. Glaicer’s attempt to Cadence only solidified Sam’s view, making the amputee’s mouth curl up into a smile. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Oh, he definitely hit his head waking up today, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he mused, as Cadence poked back at Glacier. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Definitely.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]As entertaining as it was seeing Glacier trying to de-sarcasm his comments, watching Cadence fire back was much more so. From side talk at the theater, everyone probably [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]thought [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]they could get even with Glacier if they needed to, but Sam was watching it happen in real-time. Of course, as good as “frosty turd” was, it all seemed to be in good humor, and Sam couldn’t help but play along. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Thank you. That was a pretty ‘good one’,” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he chuckled, repeating Glaicer’s words as he stared down the route he was supposed to be guarding so wouldn’t catch an icy glare if it came his way.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “I’m sure ‘frosty turd’ means A+ for effort, Glacier. I mean, that’s a real compliment there!”[/SIZE]


Roscoe

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Route to the Theater[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: Nightmares[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Roscoe started whooping as McSkitty hoisted him up for a ride.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Oh man, watch the fall, watch the fall… yeah! YEEHAW!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Though his excited calls were nowhere near the volume of McSkitty’s guffaws, Roscoe’s actually found his laughter reaching that pitch. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]I feel like bran’ new already, yeah![/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] If loud, burly men were an official form of transportation, Roscoe was sure that he’d find himself visiting everywhere in Nimbasa City. Sure, some of his injuries got a bit of an uncomfortable rub in the process, but it wasn’t hard for Roscoe to shake it off if it was this [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]fun[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Alright, next destination, kickin’ ass-ville!”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Roscoe stared blankly when McSkitty hurled all over the tree before breaking out in laughter himself. Delilah’s orders basically went in one ear and out the other as Roscoe found himself fascinated by McSkitty’s barfing and Devyn’s spitting skill, like they’d just set records for “spitting accuracy” and “most vomit on a sign”. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Y’all ever heard of tha Olympics? Like this is some of that gold metal shit.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The thought was lost soon enough, though, as they took up another song. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Yeah! I, will, drive by ya house! And, if, tha lights are all down...” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He paused, wondering what could come next, before spotting a zombie shuffling out from behind a house from his perch on McSkitty’s shoulder. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Ah, right! We’ll see who’s around! DEAD DUDE, DEAD AHEAD!”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]@SirBlazeALot @RubyRose @SpookySableye @theglassangel @Corgi @Maki @Danoram[/SIZE]

 

[SirBlazeALot]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Garo[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: West Gate[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Steve & Bee[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]It’s all fun and games until someone gets punched in the jaw. Garo’s jubilant laughter was cut short by a sock square in the kisser, causing the ruffian to stumble backward and instinctively grip his chin as he rolled his jaw around. So he’d underestimated this guy. He wasn’t [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]that[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] much of a pussy. What Steve didn’t realize is that he had just punched a man wielding a shotgun who had no qualms with bringing a gun to a fist fight. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Oh [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]yeah[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], muhfucka!?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Garo raised his shotgun and pointed it directly at Steve. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Who’s the bitch now muhfucka, HUH?!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He asked as he aggressively stepped forward. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Boy I’ve been fuckin’ [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]PRAYIN’[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] for you to gimme a reason to fuckin’ pop yo ass, wha’s good cuh?!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Oh boy. The general’s down, the enemy draws ever nearer, and now the infighting has begun. Garo was already locked and loaded, naturally hot headed, and the only thing that was keeping him from perforating Steve’s chest was the string of his inner conscience begging him to let it go for the good of the Theater. [/SIZE]





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Glacier[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Near the Gate and stuff[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Sam & Cadence[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Is this a barbeque, because there’s a lot of [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]ribbing[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] going on here! Glacier’s icy ass eyes narrowed and floated toward the ground away from Cadence as pale cheeks became tinged with an undeniable shade of pink. Being friendly had turned out to be just as embarrassing as he remembered it to be. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Hmph, well [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]excuse[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] me,” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Glacier stood up huffily, gripping the downed zombie by the ankles. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“If I’m such a [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]frosty turd[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] perhaps I should live up to the reputation?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He shut his eyes and added, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“How’s this then? Sam, you’re an excellent zombie killer, but you take liquor about as well as I imagine a 60 pound midget like Cadence would. That is to say-- not very well.”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] And if you looked carefully, at the corners of that frosty turd’s mouth, you might just notice a frosty turd smile as he began to drag the zombie away.[/SIZE]





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Abi[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Near the gate and stuff[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Dahlia, Tyler & Shane[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Leave it to the woman to actually get the picture,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Abi thought with a scoff as Dahlia went off to Marcy… the only reason she came over to these guys in the first place. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Wow. Guys really [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]are[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] clueless, huh?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Abi asked as she reattached her canteen to her belt. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I guess that’s why a lotta gals are going gay these days?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Abi teased as she leaned on Tyler and glanced at the boys with a sly smile before giving Tyler a patronizing pat on the chest. [/SIZE]





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]McSkitty[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Route 5[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Roscoe, Devyn, and Nightmares and stuff[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“GAHAHAHA!! [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]GOOD[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]’UN DEVY!!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]McSkitty cheered as Devy spit on the vomit covered sign, as if it hadn’t already suffered enough abuse in the form of bodily fluids. He stumbled about and bumped into whoever he wanted to and switched up the song, inspired by Roscoe mentioning the Olympics. He took a deep breath and sang in his best Freddie Mercury impress[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]ion, that is to say, as high pitched and daring as he possibly could,[/SIZE] [SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]WHEEEEE[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] AH DUH [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]CHOMP-PYUNS[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] OVVA [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]WOOOOOooOOORLD[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!!” [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]However, that glorious classic was interrupted by guess who? A god damn zombie. McSkitty gave the zombie a sad look, as if it failed a math test and he was disappointed, and asked it as it shambled toward him, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Ya loike moi singin’ do ya?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]McSkitty took a fighter’s stance with his legs and kept his arms braced around Roscoe’s legs. As the zombie came closer, McSkitty screamed dramatically! [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!![/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]……”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] and just as the zombie got close, the giant catman bellowed,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]RAWKET KECK[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]!!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] and snap kicked that motherfucker in the chest! The zombie fell over and McSkitty giddily giggled as if he were being tickled as he proceeded to stomp its head in, and more of it’s zombie buddies revealed themselves and came draggin’ themselves toward him.[/SIZE]





@RubyRose @Maki  @theglassangel  @SpookySableye  @Lotusy  @Danoram @Corgi
 


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Lilly[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] & [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Chewie[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] are back at the theater. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Helga[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is in the stadium watching the Nightmares through the scope of her rifle. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Mikey[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is gone. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Marth[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is chilling in a cage with soiled shorts that have now dried, I’m sure that’s very comfortable.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Floyd[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is back at the base kickin’ it at the Diner cause he’s a cooker not a fighter[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Zai [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is being patient. And my [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Drifters[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] are irrelevant/can be used for anything at any time.[/SIZE]

 

[theplasticdemon]

[SIZE= 14.6667px]

[/SIZE]
​

[SIZE= 14.6667px]Location: BSG Courthouse[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Interacting with: [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Mikey, Dahlia, Delilah, anyone who wants to help out or anyone who’s listening [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]@SirBlazeALot @Lotusy @Maki[/SIZE]

[SIZE= 14.6667px]Perfect days were rare, Marcy always thought. No one paid much attention to the weather when the world had turned to this. In this new world, she had spent most of her time as Mikey’s queen, as he was her king. Together, they ruled. Together, they chose the competent over the incompetent. That was how it had always been, and what always will be. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]The sun shone through the windows of their bedroom. It felt like another day as royalty. However, there was always a certain comforting monotony of their cruelty. Marcy woke up silently, waiting for her brother’s kiss. Without facing him, she smiled, content. Rolling over to his side, the dark haired leader got up. “Beautiful~” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]She commented, voice sultry at the start of a new day. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Marcy was never one to care for the ideas and affairs of the other survivors, giving the responsibility to her dear brother. In fact, most of her own involved simply recording, overseeing, and providing a second opinion. Agreeing on the dead bodies, she found that rather droll, seeing as the Nightmares had only planned on adding to the count. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]The second in command wore her boots today. With various blades that snuck beneath the soles of her shoes, it made for a formidable way to torture, even kill from up close. Marcy had the tendency to strut, moving gracefully beside her brother. A sensual woman, Marcy liked to stop and smell the flowers, indulging in her senses every so often. Her feet felt the cement of the rooftop, her eyes could see the Nightmares approaching, her nose could detect the smell of death she had grown so used to, her ears hearing obedient silence from both the BSG and the NCMT coupled with a few light conversation, and finally[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]The taste of victory was imminent. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Some people were destined for greatness. To Marcy, that concept was easy to understand. Both of the twins were following the exact path for greatness. It was all the more apparent in the new world, as Mikey made another one of his empowering speeches. The second stood tall and proud, looking at her brother with adoring eyes full of unconditional respect. It would soon be her turn to speak, she realised.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]The twin was the first to react, her passionate eyes becoming lucid in confusion. Her skin crawled as the Mama Bird snatched her king. Marcy grabbed her butterfly knife from her pocket, slashing off and stabbing away at the zombie with no avail. Her movements were erratic and volatile, a stark contrast from the composed and powerful woman. The vile creature fought off both twins successfully. Her hands shaking, her fingertips clutched tightly to the knife. Marcy’s raven hair disheveled from the sudden amount of action. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Her brother was gone, taken away from her in a freak twist of events. Mikey. Was. Gone. The reality didn’t take long to set in. Twins had a special connection, they said. What Mikey could feel, Marcy felt. What Mikey thought, Marcy knew. They were one soul, and without Mikey, she was nothing. Everyone looked to him for guidance, for his charm, his charisma. Though, she would never admit it, Marcy did too. However, there was a reason that they had been so successful together. The reason she helped to own companies, the reason she had come this far. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]The King was gone, but the Queen shall conquer. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Bright, yet twitching scarlet eyes saw the Nightmares stop by the gate, a sadistic smirk on her face as they crossed the bridge of corpses. She saw a woman and another man in front of their army, reminding Marcy of Mikey. The Nightmares had come this far. This simply wouldn’t do. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Though, it had not been obvious to the now-leader, it had already been clear her sanity was fading away. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Breathing harshly, Marcy hatched a plan within her mind. Paying no mind to the rest of the BSG or the NCMT, her glare focused on the new group at the gate. She wondered how long it took for a horde to simply attack. No matter now. The gates were laced with wire, chemicals would soon burn any undead that dared to collide with the strong walls of the courthouse, thanks to both Lexi and Shane. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]“Miss Marcy, are you okay?”[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]Her face was stone cold, save for an occasional eye twitch. Marcy ignored the wave, allowing herself to process. She stood up straight, brushed her hair over her ears and looked down, a stern look on her face. “Am… Am I [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]okay?[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]”[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] The woman asked, nearly on the brink of losing it. Marcy started off quiet, but as her intentions became known, her tone became clear for everyone to hear. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“I want at least 20 of our strongest to find my brother and bring him to safety. Now. I don’t care who does it. If no one rises to action, consequences will be dealt accordingly.”[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] No one had ever seen this side of Marcy, every ounce of playfulness gone from her being. What remained was a voice of steel. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]“Boys and girls.” She continued on bravely, the general feeling of the speech turned a complete 180. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“No man of mine will be left behind. That beast that took my brother will be no more. With the new world, comes many trials and tribulations. From this loss, we will remain strong. We will all uphold his values and add our own strengths to build the world our brave leader has always wanted. No fear will exist between fellow man, no hunger, squalor, or thirst will continue on my watch.” [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14.6667px]“We all have lost[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]. Family members, friends and lovers. After my brother, no one shall ever have to deal with the pain and suffering that comes with loss. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]No one will ever stand in our way.[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] I will be your saviour and your leader of this new world! Plans will be carried out as expected. If anyone threatens my safety or the safety of the people, death will be the [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]gentlest[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] punishment that comes their way.” [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]She felt a fire rise, Marcy was getting angry. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Vengeful.[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] Still looking to the expectant, yet complacent crowd, she stomped her foot for impact. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]FIND. MY. BROTHER. NOW![/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] This is an order!”[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] Marcy ordered loudly. On a regular day without the Nightmares, the woman would have thrown a tantrum. If he was alive, good. If he was dead… she would need a proper ceremony to honour him. The way a great leader should be honoured. [/SIZE]



Now there was the Nightmares. No time for worrying what Mikey would do. What would Marcy do? Staring at Mikey’s baseball bat, she grabbed it and held it in one hand, putting away the butterfly knife. Her walky and taser attached to her belt loops, she proudly walked over to the front of the gate. Without opening the mighty gates, Marcy stared Delilah and her army down. “Oh, what a lovely surprise~ What brings you strangers here? Has my reputation preceded me? Is there any reason why my soldiers can’t bash your brains to mush? A trade, perhaps? Or were you planning to… negotiate? I doubt you came here for some tea and crumpets.” [SIZE= 14.6667px]Her tone was light, even if slightly [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]patronising[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px] with the same sultry quality Marcy always possessed. [/SIZE]




[SIZE= 14.6667px]ohmygod. this is finally done. i figured that me coming back with a strong start was only appropriate. i'm finished with marcy for now, but if anyone needs any of my other characters, then i'm here! can't think of anyone atm to post for. i'm on break lmao. [/SIZE]

 

[Corgi]

Glynis Gest  



Location: With Nightmares 



Interacting; Gar @RubyRose

Glynis was taken aback at his question, eyes slightly widened and jaw dropped enough for her to take in a sharp breath. Was there something she wanted to talk about? Besides the question of what she was feeling towards him, she couldn’t think of anything. And she already agreed with herself that it was just because she thought of him as a close enough friend. 


As he walked in front of her and asked why she thought he wasn't okay, she gripped one of her charms on her sleeve and answered him with a steady voice, "There isn't a problem unless you have one. I'm perfectly content but if one of my friends aren't happy, then how could I be?" She began, letting out her breath before continuing, unable to make eye contact, "When I saw you, you looked normal from afar, but as I approached, I noticed that you seemed a bit troubled. Disturbed, more like it. Your eyes weren't as bright, you were slumped, you just... Didn't seem like you usually were. And what made me more worried is that you were a lot more sarcastic. Your sarcasm had a bit to it that wasn't the usual playfulness I hear out of you..." She trailed off, realizing she had probably gone too far, "I apologize for rambling and even more so if there isn't anything wrong. I just don't want you to bottle up your emotions. Keeping them to yourself is a difficult task and once there's too much that you can't keep away, it's even more difficult to clean up the mess." Glynis explained, glancing up at him before letting out a soft smile in order to tell him she was done talking if he wanted to speak. 





Laurence Wiccien 



Location: BSG Theatre 



Interacting: Charles @RubyRose

Laurence smiled as he felt his brother's hand on his head. It reminded him of when he finished his baseball game and went to see Charles. He would pat his head and tell him good job even if he had lost. When the question of his past escaped his lips, his expression dropped a bit, "Uhm... No it's fine."  He said, recovering with a simple smile, "When the apocalypse started, my first thought was to find you, so I went to the places I thought you may be. When I didn't find you there, I knew that I had to keep looking." Laurence's smile went to a frown, "I had... uh... switched from group to group, asking if anyone had seen you or had any idea of where you may be. After I stayed with a group for a few nights, I'd go off on my own to find another." Laurence winced as a memory crossed his mind, but skipped over the detail, "I did some things I wasn't proud of, but I did it to survive." To cheer up the mood he decided to switch to how he found this place. "As to how I found you, after a lot of roaming around, I had found myself in an alley- exhausted and hungry, so I paused my search in order to eat. Not even two minutes into me enjoying my canned food, I heard two voice. It was very stupid of my to do this now that I think back at it, but I had come out of the alley and asked about you. They said you were apart of their group and agreed to take me here... and here I am!" He said, this time laughing at how stupidly lucky he was, "I had never thought to check the Courthouse."He trailed off, looking around with a smirk, "How about you? How'd you wind up here?"  





Snora Lax 



Location: Waking up from an Illegal Nap 



Interacting: Espie @Maki

 Snora's dreams often consisted of her sister, Cookie, food, and her hammer. All of which she loves very much. One thing she didn't love as much, was being woken up. She felt gentle hands on her arms and being shaken, listening to a sweet voice roll through her ears. She tuned in and out of what the voice said, hearing something about suspicious and pulp. The only time she had heard pulp was with orange juice. She hated pulp. And having suspicious pulp seemed ever worse, so when Espie shook her again, she grabbed her hand and pulled her down on top of her. 


Snora rolled over on top of her in order to use her body as a shield, "Protect!" She said, looking like she was making a snow angel on top of the poor girl, "No pulp will harm..." She said, her voice low and serious, hoping that the suspicious pulp won't hurt her friend. 

 

[NyxNightmare]

Ian Jolten Sparks (BSG)
​

Location- In the woods with Bee
​

Interacting With- Victor and Bee
​

How many nights had it been now? Was it even worth counting anymore? Stepping along the dirt path, Ian lightly grazed his surroundings. So many days had passed since that night his parents were killed. So many days he struggled with the image. Days he should have been crying and feeling helpless; like the many that had surrounded him at the time. A regular zombie stumbled towards him.


20 ft…


But not being susceptible to that helpless feeling had saved him. Saved him from being the true victim. It was his perseverance to survive that had led him to meeting the BSG.


10 ft…


Could he really call this living? What kind of world was this now? Ian couldn’t imagine himself being more useful anywhere else than in BSG. But why did he constantly feel as if he were searching for something more?


5 ft…


Gripping the rough crow bar within his left hand, he raised his arm. It was the norm to kill these days. In a swift motion, he struck the soulless body in the head. As the body fell to the ground, Ian delivered the finishing blow, stabbing into the skull. Blood spattered his clothes as the smell of decay clawed at his nostrils. Fuck. Growling in dismay, Ian pulled his weapon out from the dark mass and continued on his way.


Join Ave. He should have been back days ago. Marcy had sent him out on a supplies run. Or rather, he had begged for an errand, and she had teasingly commanded for him to go out and bring her something that would look sexy on her. Kidding or not, Ian had eagerly set out. Unfortunately after scavenging, he only managed to find a long sleeved dress shirt that looked like it came straight out of Fifty-Shades of Gray. Maybe if she’s into business porn. He shrugged and packed it. Truthfully, Ian wasn’t really looking for anything sexy. What he had came out for was residing within his right pants pocket. A bag of fancy-ass chocolates. If it was one thing he never got to do in his previous life, was eat whatever the hell he wanted. And, finding sweets these days was becoming rarer by the minute. He had also managed to score himself a handgun with a few shots left in it. Not that he could shoot very well. It would be given to Mikey or Marcy later.


He would have been back earlier, had he not run into a horde right after going through thick and thin to retrieve the chocolates from inside someone’s humble abode. Window shopping proved to be useful after all. Having to take the long way home, if he could call it that, costed him time. Time Marcy nor the rest of BSG apparently had. Well, she and Mikey probably assumed him dead by now. With no care in the world besides it hurting their numbers. His life was never truly important, he knew. And, he didn’t care. All he knew was to serve. Letting out a short sigh, he bit his bottom lip. What a bunch of assholes…not even a note. He chuckled with the light, mental jab.


Flipping a coin, the decision to choose to head towards Nimbasa or Castelia became clear. Nimbasa. Add more time to his travels, and there you have it, exactly how he would be meeting his grave for being even less punctual. He would have liked to slip in unnoticed. The shocked voices were too hard to miss as he entered the city. More so, the large bird in the sky making off with who he presumed to be Mikey was even harder to miss. “What the actual fuck???” He softly voiced in a puzzled manner, eyes widening ever so slightly. Ian wasn’t easily shocked or surprised anymore. But he really wasn’t expecting what he just saw. Was Mikey…dead?? No. Mikey wouldn’t die so easily. Maybe it had been a Mikey-look-a-like?? Unlikely.


The Jolteon remained hidden behind a few trees, refusing to give his location away. Looking at the growing crowd at the gate, he finally saw Marcy stepping up, though seemingly unphased by the current events, he was almost positive her soul had taken a stabbing. But Marcy was strong. She could handle things here even without Mikey, or, could she? A swift movement caught his attention, a blur of black and yellow. Bee? She appeared to be the only member running off to their leader’s aid. A part of Ian wanted to follow her in order to avoid what Marcy might do to him upon finding out he was late. There was no way for him to enter without being caught, everything was on guard today. It looked like the BSG was about to take on another group, he should be here shouldn’t he? To help. She doesn’t know I’m here. If Bee does find Mikey, and I come back with them, she might just forgive me. So that’s how Ian ended up tailing Beatrice. Not of his fancy being anywhere near this girl. So he kept his distance, enough not to be noticed by the girl hell-bent on her mission. But just then a foreign figure blocked her path. He didn’t bother hiding himself as he made his presence known, a few steps away from Bee. If he hid and appeared later, he might be receiving that sword to the face for startling the man. And he looked the type to do it too. “One’s company, two’s a crowd, and three’s a party hm?” His light-hearted voice was edged with a bit of seriousness. His eyes never met Bee’s, instead only focusing on the guy in front of them. He never paid the girl any mind before, so acknowledging her existence now was definitely a step up for the guy. He was sure his own existence had gone like this over the past few days, Ian? Haven’t seen him for days, probably dead. Aw really? Shit, oh well. In fact, the only person he could imagine would care was Tyler, as they often scavenged together. Maybe Marcy and Mikey but only because keeping their numbers up was important.


[SIZE=12.0pt]@RubyRose @SpookySableye[/SIZE]


(I'll post for Luna later. Just wanted to get this out there!  >.<) 

 

[SpookySableye]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Beatrice Driller[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: West Gate[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: Victor, Ian[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]So far, Mikey was nowhere to be found. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Come on, come on… he couldn’t have been dragged that far… right?[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE]The longer Bee was messing around the bushes, the more worried Bee was getting about what was going on with Mikey. She could only imagine how Marcy was feeling about this: her brother being taken away by a mother bird must have felt pretty horrible. Hopefully all the other gang members would come to their senses and actually try to help out here, but even if they didn’t that wasn’t going to stop Bee from doing everything she could to find Mikey. After messing around for some time, someone had intercepted her path. She had no idea who this person was, and  She had no idea who the hell this person was, but judging by the drawn sword, she highly doubted he was friendly. Most likely, he was probably from that raider group, so she probably shouldn't mess with him. "Excuse me, but who are you, and why are you blocking my path?" She asked, sounding rather pissed off that the guy had showed up at all. Be froze immediately upon hearing them talking about one being company. Who the heck was this person? The voice sounded kind of familiar, but she wasn't too sure, and was even less sure about trusting that it was someone she knew. She was confused at first, but after thinking for a couple seconds, she found out it was none other than Ian. Now, she hasn’t really talked to him all that much for the time he’d been a part of the gang. However, out of all the times to have heard him talking to her out of the blue, now was not necessarily a good time for Bee. At the same time though, she couldn’t just go off on him right now. After all, what if the raiders somehow hear her? That definitely wouldn’t be good, and could possibly get her and Ian killed. [SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Ian?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]she said.[/SIZE]


@NyxNightmare@RubyRose


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Shane Blyde[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Near the theater, by the gate[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: Tyler, Dahlia, Abi[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Shane was starting to get kind of pissed off with Abi now. It wasn't anything too bad, but her constant chivalry talk was starting to annoy him a little. Thankfully, he was good at keeping cool, so he just ignored her and moved on. However, if Abi’s chivalry talk didn’t get to him, then Marcy’s speech definitely did. Admittedly, he felt pretty bad for Marcy in a way. After all, she just potentially lost her brother; how could he not feel a twinge of sadness for her? On top of that, he was probably going to die if he didn’t help, so the situation now went from being murky to very, very obvious. He wasn’t sure who else was going out besides Dahlia and Bee, but he honestly didn’t care too much at the same time. [/SIZE]You know what? Screw it.[SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE]"Well, we heard her." He stated to Tyler, now looking more concerned and willing to help out, "I'm going to help now. Roll with the punches, right?" [SIZE=14.666666666666666px]And with that, Shane went off to search for Mikey. The bushes looked pretty thick, but hopefully they could find Mikey in time before any other terrible things happen. He'd hate to think about how Marcy would react to Mikey being found dead, or not found at all. That would just feel... horrible...[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]@Lotusy@SirBlazeALot@theglassangel[/SIZE]

 

[Maki]

Delilah Rais
​

West Gate in Nimbasa
​

Soon the Nightmare's had arrived at the west gate, coming to a halt outside. Delilah began to push her way closer to the front in order to get a better view of what was ahead, but made sure to put a few human shields around her just in case things went downhill. She knew that there was a group just beyond these walls, and she knew that they knew they were here. They'd be fools not to notice such a large force at their doorstep. Fortunately it didn't take long for a response. As a woman's voice spoke out the Darkrai looked to the top of the gate, locking eyes with who she presumed to be the leader. She looked like a fearsome girl but distressed at the same time. Hopefully this would prove useful. . "I have not come for trading of goods, but this city. You seem like the big group of Nimbasa and I can't have that. This city belongs to me and the Nightmare's now, and there's two things you can do about it. The best thing you can do is give up control of your territory, disband whatever government you have now, and join the Nightmare's. I can assure you protection, equality, and perhaps power if you prove yourself useful. If you do agree to this we could take out any uncooperative groups and rule the city." Delilah pitched the first option to Marcy, an unwavering and cold expression on her face. Needless to say she wanted all of this to go by quickly and effortlessly. The past few days have been extra exhausting and the white haired girl wanted to take a nap in her new city. Of course things could always be drawn out of they chose the second option. "Or of course, you could say no to all of this and end up like the group in Driftveil. Instead of joining us you get crushed by us. You, whoever you are, don't seem like the type of person to waste the lives of your team. We obviously out-man and out-gun you (which was bullshit), so I think it'd be best to comply rather than be stomped out. The choice is up to you..."

Espie Eons
​

Getting Grinded to a Pulp
​

Espie let out a little squeak as the sleeping Snora suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her down. She had surprising strength, better than she'd ever be. The Espeon wasn't sure if she should be scared or impressed. "W-woah there Snora! You're getting pretty fucking aggressive. You better not hurt... WAGH!" Snora had managed to roll on top of her, squishing poor Espie against the ground with the weight of a truck. For such a small girl she did weigh a lot. "Cmon Snora, wake up and get off of me! We aren't in danger because of this suspicious pulp bullshit. Now hurry and move, It's getting hard to breath!" She pleaded, wrapping her arms around her friend the best she could and shaking weakly. If Snora could flail around like she was doing now and not wake up, there was no way Espie would be able to wake her.  "If you keep doing this to me, I'll be pulp..." 


Just a short little Espie post and Delilah~


@SirBlazeALot @Corgi @theglassangel @anyoneElse

 

[RubyRose]

/monthly_2016_12/Cadence.png.0b782a5ef6dc66ec9f1841f6efb9d88a.pngCadence
Location: Protecting one of the Routes to Theatre from Zombies & Raiders
Interaction: Sam, Glacier, Garo  


Cadence grinned even wider when Sam chuckled. It was nice instigating things but it was even better when someone laughed with her. Sometimes she could get Elliot to laugh but usually it was a little more on the derisive side. She ended up giggling herself when Sam tried to make it sound like her minor insult was actually a compliment. She wasn’t going to argue; she had enjoyed this minor jab at the cold man.


“You already live up to the reputation.” Cadence pointed out under her breath, still grinning. She was ready for this comeback… finally, someone to play with. And because he was so cold she really didn’t have to worry about getting burnt.


“Hey man, don’t knock being a midget when said midget can kick your ass.” Cadence challenged, still on the ‘light humor’ side of things. She hated it when people called her small or short or thought her fragile because of these traits. So understandably being called a midget was a stab, but she wasn’t going to let such a small attack take her down. It was only mildly effective, after all.


“And Sam, your inability to hold liquor is a good thing. Only Morons purposely destroy their liver.” She said, her tone still happy. She could be talking about her favorite movie if you were going by the tone of her voice.


View attachment 221277Charles
Location: BSG Theatre
Interaction: Laurence


Laurence’s story was full of illogical actions in Charles’ opinion. When with a group, it was best to stay with that group unless they showed themselves as weaklings. Staying with those who are weak are definitely liable to get you killed. Then again this whole world had gone to a dog eat dog, so you couldn’t really depend on anyone but yourself. He observed the wince that Laurence showcased while telling his story but decided to inquire after it at a later time since his brother was still talking.


“Laurence,” Charles shook his head. “You are beyond lucky they weren’t predators; you’re so very… aesthetically pleasing. Especially for your age…” He trailed his fingers through his hair, making his bangs leave his eyes a moment while he allowed himself relief that Laurence’s stupid decision had led his brother to his side. He decided to let the matter go. His brother hadn't been picked up by predators... or, well he had but predators that knew that getting on the wrong side of Charles was dangerous because of Mikey. Come to think of it, Helga could have disposed of my brother and I would have never known. I suppose I truly do owe her for refraining from damaging him.


“This group actually attacked me for supplies, believe it or not.” He said with a grim smile. “We were set upon by zombies during the attack and one of the gang’s men got bit. I saved him from becoming a zombie and low and behold, here I am and here the saved member is not. Before that I had been traveling alone. I suppose I was lucky I had the day off that I did, because a hospital is not where you should be when the sick are eating the healthy.” He said, shaking his head. He actually called in sick that day because he had heard some odd rumors and hadn’t wanted to find himself in a hospital surrounded by danger, apprenticeship or not.


“Are you still hungry? It’s about time we brought food to the prisoners… so we could get you something as well.” His brother did look a little bit slimmer and that concerned Charles. Of course, he also wasn’t in his best shape either. For other reasons, though. Inability to get a good night’s rest robbed people of their health.


/monthly_2016_12/03Steve.jpg.57909136e762686f6dd8f89d32049423.jpgSteve
Location: Across from Garo
Interaction: Garo, Bee


Steve hadn’t really thought about the dangers of punching someone holding a gun (obviously). He had a full moment to be proud of his punch, taking satisfaction at the way Garo gripped his jaw, before he had a gun pointed at a chest and any smile that may have been on his face fled. His heart leapt into his throat and he swallowed thickly, backing away when the dragon took an aggressive step forward.


“I’m sorry.” It came out as a whimper because this is Steve. Who is basically a Chihuahua in human form… except that when he’s reminded he’s a small dog in comparison to everyone else all of his confidence flees and he’s left with terror and cowering as his only means of defense. “You were… I’m not…” He began to stammer, wondering if that one moment of hostility was really going to cost him his life.


“It… you…” Steve couldn’t find the words and ended up dropping to his knees, hands folding in an almost prayer like fashion. “Please don’t kill me.” He finally decided on. He didn’t have any reason to ask that, and it’s not like he had anything to offer. Garo was attractive and Steve would have happily offered what he offered everyone but if the man was straight and homophobic that would give him even more reason to shoot him. He paused as Marcy’s voice rang out to them and he glanced upwards, where her voice is coming from. He had been in such a panic he had missed most of her speech but he didn’t miss when she began to speak to the intruders.


Steve turned his attention back to Garo. Had be been saved by the arrival of the intruders? Or had that just sealed his fate even further. He gave the man his best ‘I’m innocent, please don’t hate me’ look which had worked on so many people before the apocalypse and had worked on relatively few since. But it was the last thing he could think of doing.



View attachment 221274Devyn
Location: Behind Zai, Near McSkitty
Interaction: McSkitty & Roscoe


Giggling gleefully at the praise she received from both Roscoe and McSkitty, she skipped along ever so proud of herself. She was feeling pretty great, and the appearance of zombies was even better because watching McSkitty pummel zombies was like the best thing. He had such a great time doing it, too. But seriously, watching someone kick a zombie with that much force and then crush them beneath his boot like there was no danger whatsoever? Absolutely inspiring.


More came and Devyn considered which weapon she should use to back McSkitty up with. She could hear chatter in the distance, an unfamiliar voice and Delilah’s voice… but figured that Delilah could understand if she and McSkitty and Roscoe were busy killing zombies. Delilah wouldn’t want a zombie sneaking up on her and taking a chunk out of her arm so in Devyn’s mind they were doing Delilah a huge favor by taking out these zombies.


Wanting to pull a McSkitty, Devyn swiftly moved behind a zombie –that thankfully had no zombies behind it- and kicked the backs of its knees so it collapsed forward before skipping over and jumping on its head. While she did she thought about how weak and stupid the creature was… and was left to think about her cousin. Her cousin was so weak… wouldn’t it only be fair if Devyn put the girl out of her misery? She had let Lilly go, but now she was regretting that choice. The weak couldn’t survive long in this world… and Devyn would rather Lilly die by her hand then a zombie’s. Nodding to herself, her decision made, she wondered where she’d be able to find Lilly after they made it through the gates.



/monthly_2016_12/-16Gar.jpg.4b743e935eb15a68b9eaf0d226fecc3e.jpgGar
Location: With the Nightmares
Interaction: Glynis


The purple haired man shrugged as he watched Glynis. Internally his mind was whirring with interesting thoughts… namely ‘she actually noticed something was wrong’ and ‘she cared enough to come over and speak to me.’ That was fascinating to Gar because it was something no one else did. Then again, he had thought Zai noticed and cared and he did on some level… but that didn’t count because Gar was still infatuated with him. Glynis could actually be called a friend. And the weirdest thing is Gar couldn’t remember ever having done anything to deserve it.


Gar wrapped an arm around Glynis’ shoulders and pulled her into his side, smirking at her. “There’s no problem.” He said. “Besides that I was worried about you being here. You were just in the hospital and now you’re out here facing extreme danger.” He could play this game he thought… he could be like Zai and act like he cared about people too. And he supposed that he didn’t really want Glynis to die, so there was some mild truth in his words.


“Hey, you hear that?” Gar asked as a strange woman’s voice reached them. “Who are these jokers?” He asked, glancing over at Glynis before listening to Delilah’s reply. “Do you think we actually outnumber them?” He joked quietly so only Glynis could hear. He was trying to make light of the situation but truthfully his chest was beginning to constrict with fear. Once again he and Zai could possibly die. Shouldn’t matter to you anymore, Gar. Not like he’s ever going to be what you want. Gar slammed into the negative thoughts with slightly more positive ones. Doesn’t mean I want Zai to die. And I definitely don’t want to die. Zai’s love is not the only thing that keeps me alive. Now if Zai and Floyd die then I’m screwed, but as long as I can chase after Zai’s affection and tease Floyd then everything is alright.


View attachment 221273Victor
Location: Scouting
Interaction: Bee


Victor stared back instead of responding to the girls stupid question. Why did people spend so much time talking. His stance said he wanted to fight, so why not just fight? Perhaps she thinks she can talk her way out of this death. The thought amused Victor, but not enough for him to so much as slacken his grip on his sword. I haven’t killed in too long… I’m ready to kill again. Victor wondered if his intent showed in his eyes… because there was nothing she could really say to change the desire he had to kill her.


Victor’s gaze flickered to the newcomer for a moment. Two against one… possibly bad odds, but the challenge thrills me. He thought brightly, his lips curling up into a cruel smirk. The biggest concern would be if they came at him with guns. Thankfully the trees could cover him if they did, but he was really hoping for a proper fight. His grip on his sword tightened slightly, and his body turned just a hair to better face both the girl and the boy. He continued to say nothing, instead he stood almost like a statue… perhaps more like a tree because he swayed his weight back and forth between his feet to keep himself on his toes and prepared for the attack.


Finally he said: "You are trespassing on the Nightmare's new land. Surrender or die." I really hope you choose the latter option.


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[Lotusy]

Dahlia


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Near the Theater[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: Tyler, Shane, Abi[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Dahlia found her reaction from Marcy - but it was certainly more [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]explosive [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]than she could have expected. Marcy, though shaken, emerged more furious, frightening, and likely much tougher than Dahlia thought, taking the smaller woman aback. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Y-yes ma’am,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she muttered, forcing out the words as she clenched her hands and stepped back into the shadow of the entrance. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]So much for a ‘‘distraught sister’’… I’ll have to cut my losses here.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] With one more glance at the BSG’s new head and her terrifyingly passionate speech to her group and their opponents, Dahlia slunk back down the staircase to the lower stands of the BSG’s forces, fingering the edge of her knife as she prepared to follow her new orders. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Looks like it’s time to rescue a wolf.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]As she walked to the (likely) equally shocked group at the edge of the theater, Dahlia stared between Shane, Abi, and Tyler with the silence hanging around her like a fog. On one hand, this reaction was to be expected, and the reasoning was sound - Marcy had just lost her brother, after all. However, the timing couldn’t be worse, as the Nightmares had just entered their domain. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Perhaps the traps will hold them off for long enough… or maybe this will be our downfall. Whatever. We have our orders.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] As Shane started the process of mobilizing, Dahlia nodded in agreement. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Heard you, and right behind you,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] she hissed, shoving Tyler towards the bushes as she followed Shane.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Shoving aside the shrubbery while trying to avoid the attention of the invading Nightmares was no easy feat, but with Marcy’s commanding presence, Dahlia only hoped they could be distracted long enough them to find Mikey, dead or alive. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]C’mon Mikey, where are you? [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She scanned the shrubbery for any sign of the Mightyena or his undead kidnapper, continuing to grumble to herself. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]At this point, just give me a recognizable body. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Mikey? Show up, sir! Enemies are here now, and we need you!”[/SIZE]


Tyler

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Near the Theater[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: Dahlia, Shane, Abi[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Tyler could only glance helplessly between Abi, Shane, and Dahlia’s retreating form as the situation started to stagnate. Mikey was missing, their enemy could be at their doorstep at any minute - and as the thought crossed his mind, Tyler saw the distant forms of the invaders as they approached the front gate. His heart beating quickly like the beginning of a drumroll, Tyler, shrank back, hand edging towards his gun as his vision quickly tunneled with panic. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]We’re… we’re dead men walking.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Then Marcy rose back to confront the combined BSG and NCMT forces shaken by the forced exit of their leader. Tyler watched her in awe as she followed Mikey’s fiery speech with one of her own, with a charisma and passion that reminded him the two were twins. Every part of the speech made Tyler feel the same emotions she mentioned - the pain of losing family, the fear of punishment, and the determined, vengeful fervor that was carried throughout her new commands. Though he had the skittish heart of a mouse, even Tyler could feel the intensity and excitement pass through his body, stealing his gaze towards the direction of Mikey’s exit. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She’s right. There’s no reason not to. I’m… I’m a coward, but what kind of coward would Mikey keep around, if I couldn’t prove myself useful? [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Dahlia’s shove wasn’t even necessary to prompt Tyler - in the spur of the moment, the usually weak-willed man mustered enough spirit to follow Shane into the search.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]As he began the hunt for Mikey (or his corpse), Tyler fought off the fear and doubt that began to creep back into his mind. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Mikey could be dead. I could be dead if this continues. The whole group could be dead, it’s just- [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He shook his head, pushing forward through the brush with renewed vigor. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]I can’t. I won’t. I’ve got orders now. I can’t be a coward anymore.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Mikey?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He scanned the surroundings for the man in question, shivering as he advanced. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Mikey, are you out there?”[/SIZE]

Sam


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Route near the Theater[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: Cadence, Glacier[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hot damn.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Sam was glad Glacier was bringing back his usual biting remarks. Sure, he was a bit flustered, but this banter was better than any bitterness that would fester in silence. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Is that - [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Sam squinted to see Glacier both fluster and smile in their response to their little bit of humor. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Well, it’s certainly a new situation.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] A smile crossed the amputee’s face just like it had on Glacier. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]When was the last time I heard someone could poke fun without a fight breaking out? What happened to our sense of humor, where Glacier’s the funniest guy I’ve met in a while? [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Though a commotion was sounding out from a bit farther away, Sam ignored it. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]They can deal with it. This is too good to miss,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he thought, deciding to spur on the conversation as Cadence returned Glacier’s jabs at Sam’s alcohol tolerance and her height.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Ooh, the alcohol. Nah, he’s right, Cadence. Glaicer got me on that one. But when I get worse with alcohol, he actually gets funnier than he is now, trust me,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Sam said, unloading a clip into a zombie before giving both Glaicer and Cadence a mischievous glance. Suddenly, he staggered against a wall, groaning as he reenacted Glacier’s previous bossy encounter with Gabe.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Like ‘King Glacier’. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]‘Ah, took ya long enough peasant,’[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]"[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]* He said, grinning as he pantomimed picking up a wine glass from the undead body on the ground. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“And don’t even get me started on ‘Alcohol Connoisseur Glacier’! Liquor critiques in an apocalypse! Well, at least he’ll tell me if rubbing alcohol will go well with my meal, you know?”[/SIZE]


Roscoe

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Route to the Theater[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: Nightmares[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“HAHA!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Roscoe cackled gleefully as McSkitty’s leg shot out and knocked over the zombie, throwing in shouts of [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“World Star!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]and [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Get’im” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]as McSkitty brutally stomped the zombie’s head. Roscoe was just about as impressed with this savage beatdown as he was with Devyn’s spitting accuracy or the barf-sign. As more zombies shambled into their sight, Roscoe felt no fear, only gesturing wildly to each incoming undead body as Devyn pitched in, contributing her part to the zombie kicking spree. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Yea, get’em, Pinkie!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Roscoe shouted, egging her on as he watched the small woman stomp the zombie’s head in a McSkitty-esque fashion.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “This is - this is like tha’ Italian dude… Mareep-io, right? Man, he was the shit,” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]As zombie brutalization occurred before his eyes, Roscoe got a bit of a throwback to good memories of a classic game. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Yea. Loved that li’ guy.”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Once Delilah started speaking and the very end of Marcy’s speech reached his ears, Roscoe snapped to attention in a moment, sobering up and quieting down as he listened for news of the battle was itching for. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Big man,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he whispered, tapping McSkitty from his perch on the man’s shoulder. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I think we’re boutta get stompin’ on some living guys. Ya ready?”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]*Page 29. It’s one of my favorite Glacier moments  ; )[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]@SirBlazeALot @RubyRose @SpookySableye @Corgi @theglassangel @Maki @Danoram @NyxNightmare [/SIZE]

 

[SirBlazeALot]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Garo[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: West Gate[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Steve[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Steve’s reaction to being held at gunpoint was the gold standard of what a guy like Garo wanted when he pointed a gun at someone. It was equal parts pathetic and hilarious, so much so that his sharky grin returned with a malicious flavor. With every stutter and incomplete thought that spilled out of Steve’s lips like a leaky pipe, Garo threateningly faked the man out and closed the distance between the two of them with small and and aggressive steps forward. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Yeah, ya done [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]fucked up [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]now, huh?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Garo rhetorically asked. He hoped with all of his heart that Steve was experiencing the absolute terror that he had helped Mikey and Marcy instill in the members of the Theater. Well… not Garo of course. Garo isn’t scared of anything. Garo is the man. He liked to think that if he were in Steve’s shoes, instead of falling to his knees he would have stood taller and shouted something like[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]DO IT MUHFUCKA! PULL THE TRIGGA MUHFUCKA![/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “How’s it feel to be the one in front of the gun muhfucka?”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Marcy’s speech didn’t fall on deaf ears, but Garo didn’t stop pointing his weapon at Steve. For all he cared, Santa Claus could have been arriving at the gate with a cure for the zombie virus and an army of magical blowjob fairies and he still wouldn’t have lowered the weapon. Seeing Steve cower wasn’t just the ultimate power trip, it gave him hope that something could be done about BSG.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “You heard the[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] bitch[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px],”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he growled in a low voice with a nod of his head toward the woods.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Go get your boyfriend… fuckin’ puss,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he spat, gun still raised and ready to blow.  [/SIZE]





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Glacier[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Near the Gate and stuff[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Sam & Cadence[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Mmm, said midget would have to be capable of [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]reaching[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] my ass in order to kick it, wouldn’t she?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Glacier fired back dryly and snidely. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I can keep an eye out for a step ladder if you’d like?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He asked condescendingly. Glacier being the icy asshole he is was a paradox when it came to being offended. It didn’t take much to trigger him, but when he was triggered he didn’t make it into a big deal like others might. Glacier expected everyone to do at least three things that offended his sensibilities on a daily basis anyway, even Abi. That’s just how things are, as far as he knew.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Sam however was capable of earning a small chuckle of approval from the turd, but mostly because he reminded him of what he’d said to Gabe when they were drinking. It was a little gem he’d forgotten in the excitement of finding Cadence’s group outside once he came to after his drunken debauchery. Plus, King Glacier had a nice ring to it. He turned his head toward the gate to see everything that was going on, but for some reason… he just had this feeling that he couldn’t quite explain that none of it mattered. It was peculiar, yet comforting.  He glanced over at Abi, who was strangely enough looking back at him, the difference being that she was now alone and he was hanging out with “friends”, so to speak. A little devious smirk lit up his face as he turned his attention back to Cadence and Sam. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Rubbing alcohol complements a nice and stale one year old granola bar if you’re curious Sam. Personally however, I’d prefer a nice bleach cocktail with my next meal.”[/SIZE]





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Abi[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Near the gate and stuff[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Nobody[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Marcy’s speech proved indeed that she and her brother were cut from the same cloth. And if Tyler and Shane’s late responses were any indication of the state of men in the current day, it would probably be beneficial to have a woman in charge of the group anyway. The faith she had in Mikey transferred over to Marcy almost instantaneously as her speech rallied Shane to take action, followed by Dahlia and Tyler. She bit her lip with satisfaction as the three went chasing after what could only reasonably be considered to be a corpse by now. But that was fine. Marcy needed to [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]see [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Mikey’s corpse if she was going to reach her full potential as a leader. She needed the closure.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Abi folded her arms and as the three of them disappeared, she turned to glance at Glacier across the way, strangely finding that he was glaring back at her. She believed that Glacier was making sure that she didn’t follow after Tyler et. all, and she wouldn’t. Instead, she huffily turned away from him, and sought out a hiding place for what would certainly be a bloody battle if Marcy couldn’t come to some kind of agreement with the raiders.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Idiot. If he knew everything I’m doing for us --for him-- he’d be singing a different tune,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]she thought bitterly, though she knew it wasn’t true. Glacier may come off as a frosty turd, but he’s got a bleeding heart. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have rushed out to help one-armed Sam to begin with.[/SIZE]





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]McSkitty[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Route 5[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Kickin’ It With: Roscoe, Devyn, and Nightmares and stuff[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The gigantic manchild was not deterred by the influx of zombies he’d beckoned with his mighty roar. His thought process was similar to Devyn’s. Well… sort of. Killing zombies was more of an instinct now than a decision. It was the one thing that Kieran had thankfully managed to instill in his psyche before he disappeared completely so that he would never mistake the undead for friends. As if smashing zombies beneath his pink boots wasn’t fun enough, Roscoe made it more fun by cheering him on and Devyn made it more fun by joining in. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]McSkitty repeated his pattern with every zombie that came near him. After a kick with the strength of a steel piston, he’d crush its decaying skull beneath his sole. He and Devyn didn’t have too many of the lamebrains to deal with, probably due to NCMT and BSG’s work in the forest the night before. The corpses of recently murdered zombies could be seen in the trees, as if they had dragged them off of Route 5’s road as a courtesy toward the Nightmares. Roscoe’s tap on his head brought him back to reality (or what counts as reality for McSkitty) and turned his attention toward Delilah and the woman she was speaking to. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“You behsha--urp--[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]bawls[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Oi’m ready lad!”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] McSkitty nodded and knelt down so Roscoe could get off his shoulders. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“DEVY!! AH [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]YEW [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]READY!?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He looked over at his best friend with a big grin under his unkempt and furry moustache. [/SIZE]





@RubyRose @Maki  @theglassangel  @SpookySableye  @Lotusy  @Danoram @Corgi


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Lilly[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] & [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Chewie[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] are back at the theater. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Helga[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is in the stadium watching the Nightmares through the scope of her rifle. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Mikey[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is gone. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Marth[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is chilling in a cage with soiled shorts that have now dried, I’m sure that’s very comfortable.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Floyd[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] is back at the base kickin’ it at the Diner cause he’s a cooker not a fighter[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Zai [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]is being patient. And my [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Drifters[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] are irrelevant/can be used for anything at any time.[/SIZE]

 

[NyxNightmare]

Ian Jolten Sparks (BSG)
​

Location- In the woods 
​

Interacting With- Victor and Bee
​

New land? Just how much did Ian miss over the past few days? The BSG was used to taking things from others, not the other way around. He couldn't imagine Mikey or Marcy giving up anything. They always seemed to be tricking others in their favor. So beause of that, Ian couldn't believe the words, the absolute crap that was pouring out from the Volcarona's mouth. New land my ass. Nightmares he had said. Were they the group at the gate he had seen earlier? There was no way to be certain, but the Jolteon could assume. Another point that was assumable, was that this guy was looking for a fight. He could feel it in the way he stood, the nonigotiable glint in his eyes when he looked at them. He's...really serious about this. 


Upon hearing his own name, Ian slowly shifted his gaze to the Beedrill beside him. His eyes offering nothing more than a soft glare, he spoke curtly, "Sup." He was sure more of the BSG would be coming to their senses and set out on the hunt for Mikey soon, and that would practically crush his plan. He couldn't return with a group effort, no. This had to be a solo, or, as Ian would put it, solo with a slice of company. The company being none other than Bee. The more time they spent with this guy was more time the mother bird had to elope with their's truly. Honestly, Ian knew it was rather hopeless. It was almost an impossible task to track such a deviant zombie without knowing all the hordes in the area. Even then who's to say he wouldn't be lunch by the time they managed to catch up with the thing. All they could really do was rush off blindly in the direction they last saw the zombie headed, bouncing off trees like the pinball in a pinball machine. Ian knew that. And, deep down he was sure everyone else felt it too. Mikey would have to be handling himself. But he could still try.  In a swift motion, Ian took the handgun from his pocket and pointed it at the Volcarona. "Surrender? Can you really suggest that after everything that's happening? Shouldn't you be more concerned about the condition of your friend? Two mama birds just swooped in, taking one of our scavengers and one of your members. A Darkrai." 


There was one word to describe Ian's words. Bluffing. Ian could only assume the Darkrai he had seen leading the group earlier was of some sort of importance to catch the guy off-guard. He had left without actually hearing her speak. However, he made sure to keep Mikey's true identity quite disguised. Ian also had only shot a gun, what, maybe once or twice in his life? Ian was great at acting, playing the badass part. But being the badass? He presumed Bee could be badass enough for the the both of them. "So I'll be nice and give you three choices. Come with us-maybe we can both benefit from each other in getting our friends back, go running to assist whatever's left of your group at our doorstep(for lack of a better term) , or my personal favorite, get the fuck out of the way before your blood starts flying." Ian spoke without hesitation. But he only hoped it was enough to make this guy move. The eerie way he was holding himself sent chills throughout Ian's body. He simply needed him out of the way before anyone else showed up. Ian cocked the weapon and held his stance. With my luck I'm only digging my grave here...


[SIZE=12.0pt]@RubyRose @SpookySableye[/SIZE]

 

[RubyRose]

/monthly_2016_12/Cadence.png.0b782a5ef6dc66ec9f1841f6efb9d88a.pngCadence
Location: Protecting one of the Routes to Theatre from Zombies & Raiders
Interaction: Sam, Glacier


Not that Cadence would ever admit how impressed she was with Glacier’s burn, even she found it amusing. It still burned, of course, but if you can’t laugh at yourself every now and then who can you laugh at? Besides, even if she hated how short she was it was a fact she had to deal with… and it was one she constantly overcame.


“The step ladder isn’t necessary but if you do happen to see one, I’d love to use it to kick you in the face.” She said with the proper amount of mirth in her tone[COLOR=&#13]. “Just make sure you aren’t bending over to give me an advantage… I might still kick your ass since you can’t really tell the difference between the two.”[/COLOR] If she hadn’t had her axe in her hands Cadence would have probably done that ridiculous move that showed she was sizzling hot at the moment. ((you know that ridiculous move, right? Where you mock lick your finger or hand and then make a ‘sizzling/hissing’ sound when you touch your ass >.<))


“Just tell me when you want that bleach cocktail! I’ll happily accompany it with a knuckle sandwich cuz we’re pals and all, and they just go so well together.” Okay, so maybe Cadence was beginning to like Glacier a little. He was sharp with his wit and that was a seriously respectable trait to her. There was still that aura of danger, though. Like he really could destroy her if he wanted. Not the best feeling to have around people.



“Sam, can we please find alcohol for Glacier? I really want to see King Glacier! I bet he’s fantastic.”



/monthly_2016_12/03Steve.jpg.57909136e762686f6dd8f89d32049423.jpgSteve
Location: Lost in the Woods
Interaction: N/A


Stumbling backwards in his haste to escape Garo and his gun, Steve fell back and landed hard but the pain didn’t register. He was still absolutely terrified this guy was going to kill him. And the terror of someone killing him? It was a daily thing… but it was one thing to ponder over who wanted to kill him, and another to have someone pointing a gun at him and threatening to shoot him. Steve had really and truly fucked up.


“He’s not my boyfriend.” Steve pouted. Usually someone would have found it insulting, but Steve was genuinely remorseful that Mikey wasn’t. That he didn’t have a boyfriend, or a girlfriend. Still, he took the out, pushing to his feet quickly and then taking off towards the woods. Where he was going? He had no clue. Was he actually going to go save Mikey? He didn’t even know where his boss was. And a very small part of Steve wanted the man to die. Maybe life would be nicer if Mikey died. If Marcy died too. She’d be super evil without Mikey around, Steve was sure of it… and it was sad to think of losing the chance to be with either of the attractive twins but he had to admit the world might be better off without them.


Steve came to a stop when he was a fair distance into the woods, wondering which way to go from there.




View attachment 221274Devyn


Location: Behind Zai, Near McSkitty
Interaction: McSkitty & Roscoe


It was always wonderful having someone cheer for you. Especially someone as precious to her as Roscoe was. He was such a good dog, Devyn was so glad he had followed them home. Of course, she had no idea who he was talking about when he started chattering about ‘Mareep-io’ but it made her smile anyway. She was still worried about his injury, but she was ultimately glad he had come along. Not that her or McSkitty’s spirits needed bolstering but Roscoe did a great job of uplifting them anyway.


McSkitty made such short work of most of them that Devyn didn’t really have many to take care of herself. She didn’t mind. There would be plenty more fighting for her later on.


“AH WAS BORN READY!” Devyn responded enthusiastically, giving a few practice punches at the air like a tiny pink boxer before grinning at one of her best friend. Because McSkitty was. And Roscoe was her faithful dog. And Zai was her mentor and guide. That’s just Devyn’s world… of course there were secondary characters like Dustin, the doctor, and Delilah, the demented leader. Other people that were good people but not Devyn’s people like Floydd, Freddie, and Glynis. People that everyone didn’t like but Devyn didn’t really care one way or the other about like Victor and Gar. Well… Devyn had actually grown a little more interested in Victor because Zai seemed interested in him.


“If they try to run, I’ve got six little friends that are all faster then them.” Devyn added, gesturing to whoever was on the other side of the gate.


View attachment 221273Victor
Location: Chatting with Enemies
Interaction: Bee, Ian


A sneer warped Victor’s features as a hand gun was pulled out and pointed at him. He really hated guns. Usually if someone was fighting with a gun, he was cutting off their hand before they could point it in his direction. Not that he had any respect for the blonde to begin with, but his respect went into negative numbers when the Jolteon pointed the barrel of that filthy weapon at him.


Temper flaring at the suggestion they work together to find missing members, Victor found himself curious as to what kind of man this Ian was. A smart man wouldn’t have just pointed the gun, he would have shot the threat and moved on. So that he was giving Victor a choice in this made the Volcarano wonder… did the man not have the balls to shoot him? Or was he out of ammo?


Is it possible Delilah is in danger? Though Victor was skeptical of Ian’s words at best, the chance to be Delilah’s hero… The reason I love her is because she doesn’t need a hero. He reminded himself, mental tone a little dour and it reflected in his face. “Where is the proof you won’t shoot me when you become closer in range?” Victor demanded, his sword still ready. He would like to believe he was a good enough swordsman to deflect bullets… but he didn’t know guns and didn’t know how much ammo it had. Even Victor didn’t want to risk multiple bullets flying at him. Besides, if he could dispatch the Jolteon the Beedrill might give him a worthy fight. And after pulling the gun on him, Victor was really itching to feed the man's blood to his blade. 


@SpookySableye @Maki @theglassangel @SirBlazeALot @Corgi @Danoram

 

[Lotusy]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Sam[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Guarding a route to the Theater[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: Glacier, Cadence[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Nice,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Sam muttered under his breath as both Glacier and Cadence fired off their own retorts. Stepladders and the short joke were a Glacier gold standard, as always, and though it came out a bit frostily, Cadence seemed to take it in stride. However, as good as Glacier’s comments were, Cadence’s ribbing was surprisingly impressive as well. The little verbal spar stayed amiable, at least, and as the burns got better, Sam could feel the pressure to keep up. After all, it wasn’t everyday that you got to see a battle of wits like this, especially in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Oh yes, the classic ‘stale granola bar.’ One of my favorites,” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Sam started, this time imitating some sort of food snob. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Only the best stale granola bars make the best fare, of course. Aged perfectly to a solid year, and seasoned with only the finest of roaches.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He made a small gagging face before smiling again. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I have to say though, I enjoy the cheap alcohol more than you, Glacier, but a bleach cocktail… aren’t those the same thing?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He started ticking off a list on his fingers.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Burns like hell going down, probably gonna kill you… oh, and it’s got the composition of a bitter turd... kinda like a [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]frosty [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]turd we know, right?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Sam’s mouth stayed curled in a smile, adding a bit of his banter to the mix. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Couldn’t you imagine this mug on the label of some cheap liquor?” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]he asked, directing the question to Cadence as he made a finger-frame around Glacier’s face.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Cadence’s question instantly reminded Sam of the reason they’d gotten on the topic of alcohol, chuckling at the memory of “King Glaicer”. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Well, Cadence, for that we’d have to get [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]good [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]alcohol, or something that doesn’t kill you the moment it goes down, and I think he wrangled every drop of it out of this theater yesterday.” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He glanced back at Glacier, gesturing to the frosty man again. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Look at that face. Give the bad stuff, and it’s like this but worse. Could you imagine that?”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Roscoe[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: Route 5[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hanging with: McSkitty, Devyn, other Nightmares[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The miniature zombie massacre continued just a bit longer, as Roscoe continued to egg his two pink friends into make the undead re-dead. However, as much as he had enjoyed the wanton killing of the zombies, he was able to easily switch gears into something more serious, sobering up as he stared at the gate and the possibilities that could lie beyond it. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]And most importantly, we might be boutta die here. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]For him, it was a more serious thought among the insanity of McSkitty and Deyvn. There could be bloodshed, or they could take it without any harm… Roscoe’s thoughts flew between thoughts of death, the excitement of battle, his injuries, and most importantly, Silas, who he routinely looked back to check on. As tough as he was, or tried to be, Roscoe knew he wasn’t invincible, and his brother certainly wasn’t either. On one hand, he could walk out a victor, living it up with his brother and new allies in the streets he once slummed in, and on the other… [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]I could kick tha bucket right ‘ere.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He looked around at the scene around him, and immediately knew that he didn’t want to die here. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Nah. I ain’t gonna die here, he thought,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] instantly regaining his confident attitude.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Ain’t gonna be today.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Once McSkitty let him down, Roscoe gladly took the invitation with a leap down, grinning through the pain as he made contact with the ground. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Thank ya kindly, big guy,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] he grunted, scrambling to assume some badass pose in case the enemy had sight of them already. Even if he was about to be sniper, Roscoe wouldn’t take it lying down. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Hah! We got two beautiful, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]ready [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]bastards now! We ain’t stoppin’ now!” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He paused for a second, then turned to Devyn with a confused look across his face. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“But, er, Pinkie, who’s them six friends you got?”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] He asked, not quite grasping the meaning of the quote.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] “Can big guy here run real fast or somethin’?”[/SIZE]


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(Tyler and Dahlia are off looking for Mikey right now, I might bring them back if there's action between the Nightmares and the BSG)