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Realistic or Modern x A Fight for Survival x- Zombies Bite (IC)

Bellz

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Chapter 1: It was just another day in Hell...

survival of the fittest; phrase of survival;
Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. ;


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Thursday, November 16th 2017
Zero eight hundred hours
8:00a.m.

TUNES THAT'LL MAKE YOUR SKIN CRAWL HAHAHA GET IT? But seriously here is an inspirational play list if you are stuck ^.^ Any song recommendations I will add!

You make my skin crawl, a playlist by LexiM on Spotify


DA RULES
1. Respect GM and Co Gms
2. Be kind to everyone!
3. Keep Drama out of the OOC.
4. 2 paragraph minimum! (although I understand we all have those one paragraph days haha)
5. Character development is a serious must!
6. Try to be on at least once a day ^.^
7.Lets follow all RPN rules about adult content okay? PG 13
8. MUST be okay with lots of drama and action ahahahaha
9. HAVE FUN!

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Bexley Withers
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with: no one (free for interaction) mentions: Teddy Rhaine Rhaine , Atticus. location: Underground HQ

Saloon Territory...8:00a.m.

"How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl.."


Bexley arose from her deep slumber to hear the song that she had kept as her alarm since she was 17, "Wishing you were here," by Pink Floyd. The song immediately brought on a memory that she desperate tried to push from her mind. Blocking it was almost futile....

Bexley laid in Teddy's arms, holding each other on that too cold of a night, keeping each other safe and warm. He sang to her the song they both loved so much as she kept her eyes closed. Her father had left patrolling for the evening and they had the underground apartment all to themselves. After having lost so many, the people left after the chaos of the beginning of the end decided underground was safer and like moles, built themselves a home their. Most of Saloon's population lived underground, except for the scouts who stayed above ground to keep watch.

Teddy whispered to her, "I love you." And for the first time, without fear or hesitation...Bexley returned the words...


The woman quickly shoved the memory from her head as the pain associated it clutched her heart in a vice grip, making her shoot up in bed and gasp for breath. Bexley's jaw clenched at the thought of the man she had once loved and put all her trust in, the anger she felt towards him was a deep and churning fire, but she managed to keep it contained. She wasn't even sure if the man was still alive...not having seen him since she found out about his little hook up with another woman.

"Year after year
Running over the same old ground
And how we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here"


Pushing the blanket's from her body, she moved out of bed and shut the alarm off before it could do anymore damage. Despite the pain the song brought her...she knew it would get her through the tough times, especially these times. When the world came to an end, many weren't prepare...heck, Bex herself was just as clueless as the rest... But she couldn't afford to be so foolish as she had a duty to protect the people of her territory, the territory her father had claimed in 2000.

Getting ready for the day, she walked past the room that hadn't changed in four years and was left virtually untouched. Atticus' nursery had been built by her father after she came back to him with the news that she was pregnant. The walls were still painted a powder blue and there was still a crib in the corner. The rocking chair that she had spent long nights nursing her son in and putting him to sleep sat on the opposite corner. There was toys and books, but nothing too special.

He would be 9 years old...and far too grown for a room such as this. Bexley made quick work of turning and walking away from yet another painful memory and was heading out the door, but not before grabbing her weapons waist holster which held 2 hand guns and spare ammo. As she stepped outside the air was chilled, snow was now unusual for anywhere but the North side, so she didn't worry about grabbing a big coat.

The fog had yet to lift from her territory, giving it an eery feel, but the people were already bustling and working hard for their survival. Nodding her head towards the others as many greeted their leader, Bexley made her way towards the border of the East and West, wanting to check in on her scouts. Taking long strides, she moved in the direction of Central park, her scouts could get the best view of the wall from the location.

The wall was always something to keep an eye on. After the military built the wall to corral the Skin Crawlers into one area, the infected became less of an issue...but she never knew what to expect. As she grabbed the walkie from her utility belt, she held it up to her mouth. "Lone Ranger to Hawkeyes, heading in your direction. Expect appearance estimated in 10 minutes. Better not be sleeping on the job." Bex's voice was teasing and sarcastic, letting a brief smile pass her lips before they pressed into a firm line again. "Roger that Lone Ranger, see you soon."

The walk was quick and soon she happened upon two scouts. "How's everything looking?"


(If someone wants to volunteer as the two western scouts on look out for this day ahaha that's fine with me, everyone switches shifts as scouts anyway ^.^)

tags: Enzyme Enzyme Misty Gray Misty Gray ReverseTex ReverseTex r e i r e i KingofAesir KingofAesir lavendre lavendre @everjinx Cosmosis Cosmosis neverbackdown neverbackdown slim slim deer deer Rhaine Rhaine shadowz1995 shadowz1995
 
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Dr. Ivan Salazar


"Mmm..."

Five hours had gone by since the good doctor had begun his most recent iteration of suppressants against the virus. It had taken roughly five years for Ivan to decide that a miracle cure simply was not going to be possible with the information he had at hand. So instead, he turned his attention to preventatives and suppresants. As an homage to his original expirements on rabbits, Ivan had caught a pair of hares in some traps a few miles from his lab. One was injected with an expiremental preventative before being introduced to the virus while the other was infected with the virus first and then injected with a suppressant prototype.

Both expirements were complete failures though the second one showed some form of promise. Normally, from the onset of the virus, it took anywhere between 5 to 7 days for the virus to completely take over the body but symptoms in the blood started showing within a 2-3 hours. A decrease in lymphocytes and monocytes that one would normally wave off as a minor side effect. This rabbit lasted five entire hours before symptoms began showing, which meant that the suppressant, however minor, preformed as planned or that the rabbit had slightly stronger resistance to the drug. Both were positive signs.

Contrary to what common folk would have you believe, finding a vaccine to anything was a long, arduous process of trial and error that took weeks, months, and sometimes years to get right with a full team of dedicated researchers. Dr. Salazar was a damned genius but he was only one man.

"Conejo Uno falleso en diez minutos catorce segundos. Expiremento ciento cinuenta y sies serie B13 era un fracaso. Conejo Dos tiene señas de resistencia al virus."

There was a short pause before the man's deep voice rumbled off the same thing in English. Followed by French, German, Italian, Cantonese, Korean, Russian, and Japanese,

"Rabbit One expired within ten minutes and fourteen seconds. Experiment one hundred fifty-six B13 series was a failure. Rabbit two has shown signs of resistance to virus."

It would be 15 more hours before Rabbits Two and One would be harvested for their genetic material and autopsy reports respectively. Which meant it was time to run the next experiment. A fast acting neurotoxin that put the Wyrms into a state similar to paralysis. It would allow for silent kills without the need to get close and without the loud sound of a gunshot or practiced hand of an archer.

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Approximately 28 minutes had gone before the Doc was fully geared and ready to head out. He had requisitoned some military gear from fallen soldiers when martial law had taken place a few years back, along with weapons and ammunition. It was risky and it had earned him a few close calls in the way of bullet holes in his body but he now was well equipped to handle the dangers beyond his concrete walls. The medic settled for his usual gear when he went out. It consisted of a large Alice Pack upon his back which held all of his experimentals, spare filters, medical supplies for the journey, food, water, spare ammunition, and journals for research on the field. A Kabar knife was strapped to the side of his thigh against the dark grey jeans he wore. Black combat boots, charcoal colored shirt, and a hooded overcoat with olive green camo print to help blend in with the overgrowth. The same color as the Alice Pack. A classic and reliable Lee Enflield rifle was slung on Ivan's shoulder and a Berreta M9 on his right hip, courtesy of the Kahl group that he occasionally worked with.

His hair had grown rampant over the years, running down past his shoulders in a unruly mess of black waves with light streaks of grey within. Coincidentally, the shadowy locks helped conceal him a bit better in the dark of the surrounding areas. Ivan slipped on the SGE 400 air purifying respirator (its a high end gas mask) and making sure its properly sealed upon his face before pulling the hood of his overcoat over him. The final piece of the puzzle was when the researcher grabbed the radio/sattelite phone (whichever is operational) off of the shelf and opened up the comms between him and his armed neighbors,
"Khal faccion. Dis is Doctor Salazar." The accented voice chimed in over the radio, " I am leaving my laboratory to test the new chemical agent I have been working on. Tell your men to hold their fire should they see me. My communications will be open if you require mi assistencia. Buena suerte."

The hispanics grey eyes narrowed in concentration as he passed through his decontamination room and then into the ravaged world that he once called home.

@ whoever the hell is on this side of the wall ya'll know who u r
ReverseTex ReverseTex Cosmosis Cosmosis Bellz Bellz

Found the northerners
 
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Rhett Otto
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Rhett was always a early riser. Never a person to sleep the day away, nor present themselves unfittingly. Tightening his tie, which was sleek navy blue, paired with a grey suit and white dress shirt. His signature jacket, forged by himself during his first days in the North, mimicked a trench. The lapels were solid wolve fur, while the rest cut down to a thin layer. Throwing on both his blazer and trench, he stared back at his piercing blue eyes, and took a deep breath...

Khal was a city built on strength, and valor. Those two principles alone drove most criminals to work together, since no man wanted to be proven weak. Rhett currently stood upon his balcony, looking over the pulsing market. His house, a conversion of a upper level of a subway station, looked upon the tunnel that spiraled under through the city market. Most of the city rested underground, using the old subway lines to connect a maze of streets and houses together. However, most of the offices and military was above ground, stationed in old harlem. The Pit however sat in the far end of the tunnels, around a ten minute walk from his home. Today was a Thursday, therefore a fight would to be taking place around Break.

Hearing his son, Atticus, stir within the house arose Rhett from his thoughts. Returning inside with his cup of coffee, he shut the door, locking in the warm air. His accent had faded slightly over the years, but the German was distinct. “Good-morning Atticus, want me to fix you something? I’ll be heading shortly up top if you want to come to the war room? ‘Fraid the scouts returned from the wall with news....” Rusling his sons hair as he passed, he leaned against the subway tile countertop, looking down at the boy with a warm smile.


 
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tags locations: Saloon Territory; Hospital
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Elizabeth Ellis "Ellie"

Ellie finished stitching up her patient - a boy who had fallen into barbed wire. Lucky for him, he only got his arm caught. The kid was young, about 10. Ellie always pitied the kids what were born after the outbreak. They had never known anything different, and their lives were much more complicated than they needed to be. Granted the outbreak had begun when she was only a child, but she had atleast her memories of the time before. If nothing else, it was a nice thing to fantasize about. Almost like winning the lottery, except that wasn't around anymore either.

"You're all done!" she said, finishing up the boys last stitch and wrapping it with a bandage. That wasn't neccesary, but she liked to do it for kids. They had a habit of picking at the stitches before they were ready to come out. "Now, take this ointment and make sure to put it on every morning and every night - okay? And don't go exploring in places you shouldn't be!" she added at the end as the boy ran off to find his mother. Ellie couldn't help but smile as she watched the boy. His mother was strong to bring a child into this world, and as much as she would like to have a child of her own, she didn't know if she felt as though she could protect someone else. Not to mention she didn't have anyone she cared to make a child with, at the time.

Ellie washed her hand in the bucket of water that was nearby. They had running water but it wasn't always dependable, so she liked to keep buckets around just in case. She cleaned off her utensils and put them away, stretching. That boy had been the first for her today, whatever he had been doing before 8am that got him in such a painful situation was beyond her, but it wasn't nearly the strangest thing to have happened. She had been at the hospital since 6 that morning, and she was beginning to get a bit hungry. She didn't usually eat when she first woke up, as it upset her stomach.

Ellie looked out the front window of the small room she was in. Seeing as the coast was clear, she turned back and began looking for some coffee and for something to eat. Just as she had made it to the break room, she heard the front doors slam open and someone screaming
"We need a doctor! Quickly!" Practically forgetting about her hunger she bolted back into the room. There was a man and a woman carrying a young man - looking to be in his 20's. Something was bleeding below his waist, but she couldn't see where it was coming from. He was completely soaked in blood. She grabbed a stretcher from a nearby room, running over and helping him get onto the table. "Marlene!" she bellowed, hoping to dear god she was in the building right now. Ellie wasn't prepared to handle this alone. Her fathers voice rang in her ears as she began pulling the stretcher to the ER. "Honey, you're just too sensitive for a job like that. You can never be successful." Adrenaline rushed through her body, blood pounding in here ears. "'Dammit Marlene! Where are you?" she yelled out angrily.
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Atticus Withers
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with: Rhett ReverseTex ReverseTex mentions: none. location: Home

Atticus had been awake for a while, despite the always snowy and cold days. He enjoyed looking out the window to watch the sun rise from behind the horizon. Once he had his fill on the sun rise, he was ready to start the day. The chill of the outside not making its way through the makeshift home that had been provided to him by his father. Much like he was taught, Atticus got ready for the day, dressing as smartly as the man he looked up to. Rhett was the only family he had ever known and didn't talk much about his mother. Atticus would often feel abandoned, wondering if there was something wrong with him for her to have left. He often blamed himself when he was alone for not having a mother, convincing himself that he had done her some some sort of disservice. The boys mind was headed down a dark path and he quickly smothered it, knowing that he should be grateful for what he had instead of dwelling on what he didn't.

Life in Khal as a child was an interesting one, Atticus had many friends when he could be outside, children of all ages littered the community much to his delight. Being the social butterfly he is, the boy knew most of the names of the citizens in the faction, and even took the time to learn one thing about them. Atticus couldn't explain his curiosity for humans...but he wondered what life was like before the Crawlers came around. Rhett had told him stories of what the world use to be like and Atticus wished he could have seen it with his own eyes. He loved to collect things from the "Old world" finding unique items that reminded people of a simpler time. As Atticus stepped towards his door, he turned back momentarily to look at all the items he'd collected, admiring them till his eyes fell upon a old and worn teddy bear, it was stained with blood and as much as Atticus tried to remove it..it wouldn't fade. What was suppose to be junk ended up being comforting to him..even a bloodied teddy bear.

He made his way out to greet his father, who he had heard moving around. Walking out sharply dress, Atticus' face split into a large smile as his father ruffled his light brown curls. The boy hadn't noticed till now, but he was starving and when the mention of food was brought up, his stomach growled, causing his cheeks to redden in embarrassment.

"I think breakfast sounds good! Would you like some help father?" He asked sweetly, raising an eyebrow in curiosity at what the scouts found. "Have some news? I hope its good news." He said to his father, not wanting anything to upset him. He knew how rough it was to take care of so many people, and Atticus took great care in being a good child, trying to relieve any other stresses on the man who provided everything for him. "The war room!" He exclaimed excitedly, "I definitely want to be there!"
 
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Avalon Dalton

Mentions: Kyle r e i r e i
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[LE BRAINS]


Avalon hadn't gotten nearly any sleep the night before. Like many nights before that, she found sleeping hard to do as of late. Most of her night had been spent with a pencil in her had as she sketched out memories of before. A girl sitting on a swing. A faded silhoutte of a couple kissing in the rain. Avalon's walls were filled with drawings of the past. There was the occasional dark depiction of an unknown figure standing over one body or another, a shock of red serving as their hair.

She'd fallen asleep on her desk trying to unclog a rifle that she'd been meaning to fix for weeks. The thing had refused to co-operate with her, so a ten minute project turned into an hour, and another, and another. Three hours she'd sat at the desk in her quarters under the slightly fading fluorescent light trying to fix that damn rifle. In the end, she'd fallen asleep with the thing in her hand. A rather uncomfortable position to any onlooker.

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Avalon's head shot up and the rifle still laying in her hands flew into the air and came crashing back down again. A broken and bent shell casing rolled out of it, effectively unclogging the gun she'd spent three hours trying to fix the night before in two seconds.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Avalon groaned and pushed the weapon away from her as well as some unfinished drawings crowding up her desk. The sun was just beginning to rise and Avalon stared out the tiny window confused for a moment. Her alarm usually didn't ring until at least-

"Shit!"

Avalon rocketed up from her desk and clambered over to her closet, searching frantically for her chest harness. The thing was hanging up, thankfully, exactly where she'd put it last. Avalon pulled it over her shoulders and made sure the Beretta Model pistols she'd hijacked off a dead Easterner were still in their holsters. With a satisfied nod, she plucked up the Westchester rifle off her desk on the way out the door.

Avalon had totally forgotten she had scouting duty that morning. She didn't like being late and she usually was out before the sun even came up. With an unnatural speed, Avalon sprinted from her home and around the corner to where she was supposed to meet her scouting partner, Kyle.

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Avalon had no idea how long she and Kyle had been out. All she did know was that Bexley had contacted them, telling them she was headed in their direction. Avalon sighed and hunkered down to wait for their leader. A stray cat ran across her vison. Avalon pulled out one of her pistols and shut the thing. It went flying for a few feet before hitting the grouno with a barely audible puff.

Bexley arrived shortly after Avalon and shut the cat and she jumped uo from the half buried bench she was sitting on. The other woman was the first to speak and question she and Kyle om how everything was looking.

"Boring." Avalon answered nonchalantly, "I shot one fat flesh-eater and a cat." Avalon gestured to the dead thing a few feet away, "So... yeah, boring as hell."
 
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Rhett Otto
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Rhett couldn’t help but smile as his boy, his curiosity and innocence always brightened his day. “I think your old man can handle it, plus after the war room I want you to make a trip to the market. Pick up a few things, and do what you like. Be at the Pit though, if you want to sit in the booth you’re more than welcome to, but I know you have friends.”

Going through the day was a ritual of his as he fixed breakfast. Seeing as today was a Fight, Rhett would be in his booth with the other high-ranking folks of Khal. Atticus usually did what he wished, seeing as he knew his sons safety was never in jeopardy within the tunnels. Trying to stay as close to the Old World as possible, he currently prepared toast and sausage.

A few minutes later breakfast was made, he handed Atticus his plate and silverware. Never really a breakfast person, Rhett nibbled on a slice of toast. “The news from what i’ve heard isn’t good... I don’t know the details, but it’s about the Southerners... It’s been seventeen years without contact, and i’d like to keep it that way. But lately they’ve been pushing it, and they’re pushing my patience. We might have to make our presence known, hopefully as diplomatically as possible.”



 
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Elizabeth "Beth" Jefferson[brains]
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Beth remembered a time when she was a child and would watch the sunrise with her family. Those days were long gone. Her mother had died early on into the zombie infestation - perhaps a good thing for the poor, sick woman. Any pleasant memories she'd had of her father were destroyed the day she learned of his part in creating the "Wonder Drug". As far as she was concerned, whoever had murdered that man deserved a medal. She felt sick at the mere thought of being related to him, considering the way the world was now. As for her brother, she only wished he was dead and it was quick, as she knows he wouldn't have left her alone if he had any choice in the matter. She hoped he was truly dead and not a damn Skin Crawler.

Now that daylight was fully present, the beauty faded and Beth peered down towards the ground. It was a long drop from where she was perched, but she had long ago stopped fearing heights. She'd stopped fearing many things some time back. Death and gore were a normal part of her life now, so the only thing to fear from heights was one's on stupidity at falling from them. Beth turned back towards the room and hopped down from the window. She heard the sound of a cat's mew and turned to see the scruffy-looking animal standing in the doorway. "Didn't I already kick you out of here?" Beth grumbled before shooing the cat out of the room. The damn cat wasn't getting anything from hers or the East's food supplies.

Beth headed downstairs and threw on some cleaner clothes from the living area she called her own, on the eighth floor. Afterwards, she made her way outside to see who was around or keeping lookout at ground level. It was quite normal for her to be patching someone's wounds up before the day had even got started. If not, she was always willing to cook up some breakfast from the fruit, vegetables or grains which had been harvested. Beth was a skilled cook and could knock up some great meals, but what she would give for a nice, big juicy steak!

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Kyle Hawthorne
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Kyle was up since dawn this morning, his brother and sister were still asleep but he had to scout with Ava today. So he couldn't sleep in like this. He quickly puts on his gear which consists of a black hoodie with a shirt underneath that was also black and green cargo pants with an old pair of sneakers. He then grabbed his weapons, which was his bow and arrow and knife. Once he had everything, included his parents necklace. He set off for their meeting point. Once he was there, he waited nearly 20 minutes until Ava showed up.

He was in the trees, while Ava was ground. Cause of his training of parkor, he was great at climbing. When he heard Bexley was coming, he wondered why. Normally she wouldn't be coming to a normal scouting day unless something was wrong and he hadn't heard anything in a while. He groans when Ava kills a stray cat and glares at her. The cat was literally just hunting, no need to waste ammo and kill it. He was, of course, happy when she killed that stray walker but still. Reckless killing is one of his biggest pet peeves.

When Bexley came, he jumped down. Nodding with Ava, speaking quietly "I did spot a couple deer, but other than that. It's been quiet." He then nodded at Ava and Bexley, and added "Going back up there." Kyle then climb back up and went back to keeping watch. He wasn't one for speaking or keeping a conversation.




"You never know when you're gonna lose someone. You never know who you never gonna meet."
 
Bexley Withers
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with: Ava KingofAesir KingofAesir Kyle r e i r e i mentions: Ellie JustAlexandra JustAlexandra (she talking on the walkie, which basically every facility within the faction has), Atticus. location: Center of North Wall, Just to the left of the border between East and west

Bexley was pleased with this information as Avalon and Kyle had nothing to report, nothing was good. The woman watched as Kyle hopped down from the tree and made himself known. Bexley's heart jumped for a moment, the boy reminding her of what she no longer had. Offering him a small smile, she nodded at both of them. "Good work. I was just stopping b-"
Over the walkie, she could hear one of the medical staff asking for back up and this alarmed the head of Saloon as she quickly intercepted the conversation. "Whats happening?" She asked quickly, hoping that it wasn't as serious as it sounded. She was just about to go and check on the other scouts, lifting her hand to wave goodbye to the two standing watch now. But when the voice told her of the situation, Bexley had no time. Before she could even think straight, the woman spun on her heels and headed in the direction of the center of the wall. Taking a short cut, she cut across most of central park until she came upon the familiar posts that indicated she was at the East/West border. Walking along side it, she kept her eyes out for any potential skin crawlers.

Though her scouts had reported nothing was out of the ordinary, she was on edge. Pulling the automatic weapon that she carried strapped to her back, she held it up and stopped walking for a moment. No scouts stood at the center of the wall and she knew she needed to hurry in order to investigate what happened..but as she scanned the border, she couldn't help put peer over to the East side with curiosity, wondering if those fuckers had anything to do with one of her own being injured. Bexley bristled at the thought of them all and scowled as she quickly resumed walking along the border.

The East claimed they wanted nothing more than peace, but Bexley thought they were just full of it. She had seen what the East was capable of...they were all the same. The wall came into view and it was an awfully eery sight. No one lived on the other side of the wall and Bex was well aware of this, as she used it as punishment for those who had done her and her faction wrong. Their fate was sealed once they passed it. The snow on the other side was falling heavily and Bex couldn't help but stare at the white mass in awe. For years she tried to figure out why the weather patterns were so vastly different...but no answer could be found.

The brunette strode up to the wall and looked down at the dirt, seeing the large amount of blood that covered it. Looking around, she couldn't see anyone on the Eastern side. Lifting the walkie to her face, she press the button and spoke. "Doc this is Lone Ranger, I need to know what the hell happened here and why the fuck am I just finding out about this? Where is the other scout?!" Bexley's temper began to rise. "We just want peace...they said...we just want to be happy..they said." Bexley grumbled to herself as she looked to the Eastern side, already suspecting it must have been them, "Bunch of cheating lying hippies..."



Atticus Withers
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with: Rhett ReverseTex ReverseTex mentions: none. location: Home

Atticus smiled and nodded his head along as his father gave him a briefing on the events that would be taking place today. His eyes widened in excitement as he was pleased to hear he would be able to go to the market. Atticus was looking forward to the fight at the pit, convinced the people there were all bad anyway. He just didn't know any better. But today, instead of being with his friends, he decided on another idea. "I think I will join you today, Father." He informed Rhett happily

As breakfast was served, Atticus dug in and consumed it all rather quickly, filling his belly full with the delicious food prepared for him. At the news of what the scouts had found, Atticus' expression changed from happy to afraid. "The Southerners..." He repeated lightly as he thought about what dangers his father was heading into. Biting his lip, he immediately stood up from his sitting position and hugged his father tightly, unable to help the fear he felt. "Do you have to go talk to them? I don't want you to get hurt." He voiced his concerned for his father's safety letting the man squeeze him before taking a step back and respecting Rhett's space once more.

"What will happen if they won't cooperate?" Atticus asked, though he wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer to that question. His eyes looked to Rhett's clearly worried beyond belief.
 
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Jade Garron
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The morning had been a flurry of activity and it wasn't even 7 am yet. Jade had gotten up out of habit and gotten in a brisk run through the quiet streets while the stars were still up above. She slept early so she could wake up early and get a jump start on the day and the run cleared her head so she could focus on the tasks later on in the day.

She returned to her house after an hour and the weak rays of light helped her make her way through her front yard that was riddled with puddles from a flurry of rain the day before. She let out a grunt of annoyance when cold water found it's way into her sneaker before she finally made it to her porch and quickly walked up the wooden steps and kicked off her shoes.

Her house was quiet and empty like most singles with a dedication to work that kept them from their home. The one-story house and a living room with one couch and a coffee table she probably found on the street. Her kitchen had exactly one bowl, spoon, fork, and so on and the dining room attached to it was where she kept her weapons. She never entertained guests and her family hadn't been over in 3 years. If they even bothered to call it was something about her adoptive brothers and some talk of their marriage or the test's brother's kids dance recital. It just wasn't something Jade was interested in, especially since none of them cared to ask how she was or how her job was which basically making sure their asses were safe. But hey, it was whatever.

Jade took a quick shower and pulled on black leggings and a loose t-shirt. She dried her hair to the best of her ability and grabbed a granola bar from her pantry and shoving it into her coat pocket that she quickly shrugged on. Socks and black boots followed and soon she was out the door again, this time not caring about the water strewn about her yard as she stomped off towards East's Headquarters. She was greeted by some of her men who she nodded at in recognition. She stepped into the elevator and pressed the number 30, the highest level. The elevator thrummed before going up and Jade took a sharp inhale. Elevators were metal boxes of death.

She finally reached the top and walked through the short hallway to the single door ahead, her boots making a resonating sound as she strode over to the door. She got out her security key and pressed it against the keypad. It glowed green and the door opened with a soft click.

The room was large but plainly decorated. The best word to describe it was...sleek. Rosemary's desk was out in the open but Jade's office of sorts was in a smaller room connected to the main one. She went into her own just to find a folder that was swept up in a pile of paper. She placed it on Rosemary's desk so she'd see it and know Jade had finished with the wall renovation plans before heading down to the ground level.

She noticed a familiar face outside and tried to look friendly as she waved at Beth. She needed coffee if she was going to be cheerful throughout the day, but for now, she could convince Beth she had a sunny disposition.

"Hey Beth! I was planning to wait around for Rosemary but I'm starving and in need of a pick me up. Want to grab a coffee or something before I head out to the wall?"

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Rhett nodded, glad to hear his son wished to join him. Although he knew Atticus enjoyed the folks of Khal just as he did, the two always fell back to each other. He was Atticus’s rock, as his son was to him. Although they weren’t biologically father and son, it didn’t matter. It didn’t cease their love.

Diplomacy son involves conversation... As much as Khal dislikes the southerners, we must give them a fair chance. They do not know of our lifestyle, but we know plenty of them from defectors.” Seeing the two had finished, he placed Atticus’s plate in the sink for a housekeeper to attend to later on. Ushering his son gently towards the door, he removed his cloak from a coat hanger and began to put in on Atticus. “As for me being hurt... Well I do remember telling you what I did in the Old World.” Atticus’s hug was unexpected, but appreciated. Resting a hand gently on his back, Atticus only about the height to his waist, he patted his son gently. “Well if they don’t cooperate... I have plans. Don’t worry, Khal will not be harmed. The Southerners have never seen snow in our magnitude before, which gives us a great advantage.” With a smile, he adjusted his sons appearance, briefly fixing his curls and flattening his furs. Running a hand through his own hair, the two were off.


 
Theodore "Teddy" Ashworth
with: in between
mentions: Bexley Bellz Bellz , Michael Misty Gray Misty Gray
location: east side, pacing the border, nearing the center of the north wall
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It had been a slow night, cold and uneventful - still, Teddy preferred it to his place. At least here, at the border, he had something to preoccupy his thoughts, or at least the chance of something to divert his attention, something more than a wide, cold bed on rigid bearings. Home, the nights sometimes seemed to crawl by even slower - the off chance that time would pass in a delirium of dreams that sung too close to memories for comfort. All the same, there had been no respite to be found on that night, and when the sun began to peak over the horizon, even as he stood tall, Teddy felt as if he were just waking weakly from a sleep haunted by terribly familiar blue eyes. He missed sleeping in like he used to be able to, years back when he had been a notoriously heavy sleeper. He couldn't quite manage it these days.

His wide, calloused, heavy hands rested on the automatic rifle that was slung over his broad shoulders, drawn in a practiced, tired sort of way. He blinked against the dispersing dimness, casting a glance up and outwards as he walked on steadily along the border with his long stride.

The last few years hadn't been the easiest. Teddy didn't think they had been particularly easy on anyone. At least from where he was standing, there wasn't anything simple left in the world. He had hardly known any difference, but what he had known stuck close in his wake like a shadow. There were ways to make the tough goings feel lighter, to warm a bed, to brighten a room, but Teddy couldn't seem to grasp such things, not anymore. Maybe he was ruined for all that. It was a bleak possibility that rested in him as casually as an observation about the weather. Still, without all that, what was the point of all this? Teddy's thoughts came short.

He had headed out from the gate when he had caught the first lightness in the air, giving a quick, warm word to Michael.

"Gonna do a round. Buzz me if Rosemary turns up before I do, would ya, Mick?"
There was still a trace of a Lower East Side accent to the drop of his syllables. Nothing much else remained.

Now, having made it down near the center of the north wall, he shivered. He could see the snow pouring sharp from the sky beyond the wall. He dragged a hand down through his short beard, and then up through his hair. He needed a trim, but the thought didn't make it very far before he spied movement along the other side of the border.

Muscles tense, suddenly taut as his hands came to rest solidly on his rifle and his gaze focused in on the source of the movement. It was a moment before he fully comprehended who it was he was looking at, and even then, the ghost of a small, inconsequential memory came through him like smoke before his eyes.

Young, and impossibly lovely, her mouth had bloomed into a wide smile, and there had been open, conspiratorial intimacy in her eyes. She had leapt to wrap her arms about his neck, and he had swept her up in his embrace. "Teddy! I missed you." A bell of a sound. He had chuckled, sheepish with her earnest and loving against him. "You getting soft on me, Bex?" He only let a moment pass. "Missed you too." A hardly unintelligible mumble into her hair.

The smoke of the fleeting memory dispersed, seeming to catch and linger on his clothes like perfume. He knew who it was he saw, but this wasn't the sweet, young thing he had lost, and he wasn't the foolhardy, ungainly boy he had been - not anymore. This was someone different, but still so terribly her that it ached. He had unknowingly ceased to breathe.

She had grown more lovely, if that was possible, much to his frustration. He was a fool to have thought it might be any other way. There was a sharpness, an edge to her that he found all the more enticing, yet with it came a somberness, a grimness that the years had given. He wondered, as he often did, how the time had taken her, what luck she had found, what misfortune. At least now he knew she was alive - very much alive, real and breathing and terrifyingly stunning, a gun held tight in her hands, a thing from his dreams. Yes, he could stop worrying for her and start worrying about anyone who got in her way.

He wasn't sure how long he stood, eyes wide, gazing awestruck. The wall might've come down and he wouldn't have noticed.


 
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Elizabeth Ellis "Ellie"

Ellie heard Bexley's voice on the other end of the walkie-talkie she had. Being one of the only nurses in the west end, she was given one herself, as Marlene could not always be there - which seemed to be the case now. Whatever she was doing, it better be damn important. "We got a young guy in here - early 20's. Bleeding waist down," she said quickly into the walkie before setting it down. Clearly Marlene wasn't showing up soon enough, so Ellie was going to have to try to save this guy - at least until they could get her here.

Ellie grabbed a pair of meat scissors - they had them laying around for this reason exactly - and began to cut the pants off of the man laying in front of her. His moans of pain were now subsiding and his head was rolling around, clearly he was about to pass out. "C'mon, stay with me. Whats your name?" she asked, trying to keep the man somewhat alert. He was struggling to answer, but any effort was good enough for her. "Good, good," she said, even though she had no idea what the hell the guy had said. "How old are you? Where do you live?" she asked.

When she finally got his pants mostly cut off she could see the damage. He had two bullet wounds in his right thigh and one in his left. The ones on the right didn't look so bad,but the one on the left was absolutely gushing blood. "Shit! Shit!" she said, applying pressure with her hand. She grabbed the walkie with the other. "Bex we got three bullet wounds. He's bleeding out - not sure if he's gonna make it. And where the HELL is Marlene?!" she yelled into the walkie. Ellie was known for being sensitive and a good confidant, but she did not do well under pressure. "Okay, think Ellie, think. You can fix this," she whispered to herself, closing her eyes for just a moment. "Okay - you," she said, pointing to the male who had brought in the man. "I need pliers and antiseptic. You - go get the bandages out of that drawer - quickly," she ordered the woman. Damn, she really needed Marlene right now. Whatever she was about to do was not going to be nearly as good as what should could do.

When the man had brought the things she had asked for, she quickly grabbed the antiseptic, pouring it all over his legs. The man screamed out in pain - good. Atleast he wasn't dead yet. Next, she grabbed the pliers and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but this is going to suck," she said, before plunging the pliers into his wound. The man screamed bloody murder before passing out. Well, that wasn't so great, but nothing could be done about it now. She felt around until she felt a metal clink, and grabbed the bullet. Ripping it out, she moved her hand to reapply pressure to the wound, before dousing it in antiseptic again and using the bandages to tightly wrap it. It wouldn't be a long-term solution, but it would suffice until Marlene could get here to fix him up right. She took a look at his other wounds, luckily the bullet had exited both times, making this guy pretty lucky by her standards. She wrapped those up tight too, hoping for the best.

She grabbed the walkie again. "I got his stable - but who knows for how long. We need Marlene. Now."
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Bexley listened carefully and tried to be patient as Ellie took a moment to get back to her. Bexley leaned down towards the blood on the ground, her eyes followed the blood until she saw the blood smeared against the wall. It looked like an attack. Possibly a crawler attack. Bexley was just about to speak into the walkie again when Ellie answered. Bullet wounds? definitely not a crawler. Her ears picked up on soft foot steps dragging through the dirt of the park and Bexley quickly looked up to see where the sound was coming from and who it was.

Bexley saw the man standing watching her and shock turned into fury as she saw him with the gun. Her mind didn't give her much of a choice to try and rationalize as she stood quickly and did something she knew would cause a riot amongst the groups, but if he had shot one of her people...she wouldn't be able to keep from pulling the trigger so she had nothing to lose. The fiery look in her eyes magnified. "I need backup at the Center of the Wall, this was an attack. I have my sights on a scout from the east and engaging now, send backup immediately." She told those who had a walkie on them, not caring who they sent as long as they had her back.


Dropping her walkie, she quickly moved towards Teddy, trying not to notice how much larger and burly he had gotten over the years. "YOU!" Bexley shouted at him, point her rifle at him now as she passed the border, not caring about starting shit anymore. "One of my men has been shot and you are the only easterner I see around here. Doesn't look good for you." She didn't bother calling him by name, knowing that if she gave him that respect, she would be done. Anger from both what he'd done to her and what was currently happening stirred inside of her as she finally was only a few feet from him. The barrel of her rifle now aiming for his head. "Move and I'll blow your fucking brains out." Her voice was rough and harsh, but it hardly met her eyes. Her blue eyes stared into his and for a moment she was propelled back to a time she wish she could have forgotten.

As Bex stared at Teddy, she couldn't believe the words he spoke. He had told her of his mistake, apologized as much as he possibly could and assure he loved her. But it was done. Bex shook her head as the tears streamed down her face, the news of their child placed on the back burner as this devastated her entire world. The news of her pregnancy had been exciting despite being so young, she had everything including a man she had thought loved her enough to never betray her heart. Pressing a hand gently too her stomach, she tried to gather the strength to speak the words they both knew would come.

"Its too late.."The girl said numbly before turning away. "We're done here." As she walked out of his home, she would never forget the way he called his name...as if he actually cared.


Bexley's mind snapped back into action forcing the sad memory away, it only fueled her anger. The man was definitely not the same as before, definitely physically and of course she was sure mentally he had changed....or maybe not, he was a filthy Easterner after all. He looked worn and tired, mirror how she felt most of the time. Something that was new was the amount of facial hair that formed on his face, remembering from their teenage years when he couldn't even grow stubble.

The man was no longer a boy, as she was no longer a girl. As she continued to hold the gun at him, she wondered what he had been through since they broke it all off, wondering if he had forgotten about her completely and settled down with another woman..or perhaps he was stuck in his ways and played the field. Either way, the sight of seeing him alive brought relief that she would never admit to anyone out loud.

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Kyle Hawthorne
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Kyle was up in the trees when he heard his walkie-talkie go off. He froze, as he heard Bex call for backup. He looked at Ava who froze as well. He knew that even if he ran, the ground wouldn't be fast enough. It was time to put his training to use. He whispered to himself "Tarzan time." As he began jumping from tree to tree, getting cuts and scrapes as he went towards his leader. He stopped to take a breath, his hands were scrapped with small cuts and bruises were forming already on his body. He grabbed his walkie-talkie and sent out a message to Bexley

"I'm in route, ma'am. Be there in 3 minutes top. In the trees." He then put it back and started going faster almost slipping and falling as he did until he saw Bexley and the east guy. He found a sturdy place for him to aim at him and took out his bow and arrow. Aiming at the guy head, as it was taught that you should aim to kill never to injury unless order. He calms down his breathing and looked down. He sees a loose branch near him, Kyle picks it out and let it fall and land near his leader.

Letting her know he was up here, and he immediately went back to his aiming form. Again for the guy's head. One movement and he will shoot. One movement and he would end this man life in a second. He doesn't care if he had a family back east or anything. All he cared about is keeping his family safe. The whole west side. He became emotionless like he was taught by his trainer.



"You never know when you're gonna lose someone. You never know who you never gonna meet."
 
Atticus Withers
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Atticus was relieved when his father comforted him in his own unique way, knowing well of what his father's life had been like in the old world, he nodded in understanding before letting him help get the cloak on. Something that was hard for Atticus to imagine was a world without snow and ice around him. For as long as he could remember, the world he knew was covered in it. Continuing to bring piles and piles of snow. His father was sure the Southerners wouldn't know who to survive long in such conditions but Atticus was never one to completely reject the idea of human ability. As human life before the end fascinated him, he was often seen watching in close observation of those around him.

He had seen people do great things when they put their mind to it...Looking to Rhett, he was one of the people he was thinking of. Rhett had built this place from the ground up and Atticus really couldn't find anything more impressive and awe inspiring. He looked up to his father and did his best to follow in his footsteps. His father smiled to him and finished his sentence before straightening out his appearance. Atticus smiled in return and followed his father out the door.

As they walked though, he couldn't help but ask one question. "Will I ever be able to see the South, Father? A world without snow...what would that be like?" His curiosity peaked as he looked up at Rhett, blue eyes wide with wonder as they headed to the war room. The boy looked around the familiar tunnels that lead out to the world above and wondered what life was like on the other side of the wall. Were they bad people? Surely they couldn't be all bad....right?
 
Theodore "Teddy" Ashworth
with: Bexley Bellz Bellz , Kyle r e i r e i
mentions: N/A
location: east side territory (central park)
Before Teddy had any of his wits about him, Bexley had caught him staring, that ever-present shade of blue cutting him through, and still he couldn't move. Even as she shouted at him, crossed the border, and pointed her gun at his head, threatening to pull the trigger, he didn't take a step back. He didn't even raise his gun. Bewildered beyond belief, only one thought occurred to him for some moments.

She doesn't recognize me. She doesn't even remember me.
Did he look so different from the teen she had known? Or had he been so simply washed from her memory? He had broken her heart. He knew that. In a way, he should have felt glad that she was able to forget, that she had moved on so completely. It should have been what he wanted, but the thought that he had been so insignificant in her life, while she had domineered his even in her absence, stung more sharply than he was willing to let on. She might've moved on, but he still felt as if he were back in that night when everything ended, calling her name, begging her to stay. In some ways, he had lived in that night for years.

Teddy thought he caught a flash of something in her eyes, but it was gone the next moment, turned to stone in a way that he was altogether unfamiliar with. She had never looked at him like this - like he was a stranger, and a detestable one at that. He was able to grasp her words from where they hung in the air, his mouth briefly thinning into a hard, hurt line, his sharp jaw setting.

"I didn't shoot your man, but even if I had, I sure as hell wouldn't still be hanging around here." His usually smooth, warm tone was rough and clipped, laced with underlying hurt and bitterness. He wanted to lash out at her. He wanted to apologize. He wanted to beg her to remember him. He wanted her to be the worn, ruin of a person he felt like, but it wasn't so. She was confidant, undeterred, and beautiful in her anger, so beyond him that even his name had faded from her mind. In such a small amount of time, his reason for going on had diminished, and he felt a sudden rush of terrible freedom. He had nothing to lose.

"But if you want to 'blow my fucking brains out' then do it, cowgirl. I don't see anyone around to stop you." An almost humorless, hard smirk found his lips, his jaw still wrought tight.

A loose, fallen branch nearby managed to catch his attention, and his eyes trailed up to find the young boy perched in the tree, bow and arrow pointed at his head. He let out a short, low sound, something like a scoff or a chuckle. His gaze, unguarded as usual, despite his expression or words, bore down on hers once more.

"Seems I spoke too soon. The kid might beat you to it."
 
Rosemary Borden
with: Beth Misty Gray Misty Gray , Jade slim slim
mentions: Michael Misty Gray Misty Gray
location: East Side Headquarters
Rosemary had risen short of breath. Her flaxen curls were splayed in a disarray about her head, the thin shift she wore to sleep twisted about her form, bare legs tangled in the dark blue sheets. She pressed a pale hand to her chest, her breath coming as a faint gasp. She felt impossibly light-headed, and panic threatened to rear its familiar face. It was foiled, however, by her resolve. This was nothing new. She lay still, hand clasped to her chest, eyes closed, riding out the moments, focusing on breathing, focusing on the beat of her heart. It had never been something she could rely on. Even now, she knew it could stutter to a halt. The words cardiac arrest hung over her head as they had since her mother's untimely death. It had been sudden. It would be the same for her, and she wouldn't have a moment to say a final word or even form a passing thought.

She banished the frightening sense of foreboding as her breath came easier. It was harder to deal with it alone. She wasn't sure if it was only a consoling, reassuring presence that she desired, or perhaps only for there to be someone with her if and when her time came. Though it was an old, tired possibility, it still managed to frighten her every time her breath came short, her chest ached, or when she felt close to fainting.

Collecting herself, she sat up in bed, her grandfather's dog tags clinking together with the movement from where they hung about her throat. She hugged her freckled knees to her chest, her hair a disheveled, blonde cloud. She had always been an early riser, yet this awakening came earlier than usual. She wondered if it had been a dream that had elevated her heart rate, stolen the breath from her. Rosemary couldn't remember dreaming now, but she had the distinct sense that it had been of something significant.

She didn't bother to wonder about it for too long, climbing from bed, and gently coming to stand. The floor was cold against her bare feet. She went through her normal routine - a quick shower, pulling a comb through her speedily-drying hair that was already coming back to a curl, dressing in comfortable, warm clothes - a dark violet sweater, jeans, thick socks, a dagger at her belt - and seeing that she had everything she needed with her to begin her day and perform her necessary tasks.

She was out the door and on the move with her responsibilities fixed in a precise list in her mind. She walked with measured, even step, a small smile gently resting over her mouth.

Reaching headquarters where she knew she would find Jade, she pleasantly greeted familiar peers she passed. A sound cut through the calm air - static, a few unintelligible words, more static. Her blonde brow drew, and she pulled out her walkie-talkie, the source of the noise. The device looked odd and bulky in her hands, yet still she used it with practiced grace.


"Dove to Seekers, is everything alright?" She paused, fiddling with the device for a moment, trying to contact Michael, who she knew for a fact was scouting - on patrol at the border. "This is Dove, inquiring after your status. I'll be coming your way." She slipped it back into place, ready to receive a response, entering the ground floor of headquarters.

She caught sight of Jade and Beth, and she let only ease rest over her features as she came to their side. Rosemary was sure that everything was fine, but it never hurt to be careful.

"Beth, Jade, good morning. I hope you're both well." Her smile widened a bit, a brief, genuine turn of her lips.

"I'm heading to the border. I received something- I might've been contacted accidentally, but I think I should investigate sooner rather than later." She always headed to the border in the mornings to make sure all was well, yet now she had a reason not to delay. Her cornflower-blue eyes flitted between them. "Will either of you be joining me? I'm sorry if I've interrupted something, and feel free to stay and attend to your duties if you wish." Her quiet, mild-mannered voice rose and fell gently. She was close with both women, and felt better with them at her side. They were both dependable and reliable. In her opinion, she couldn't ask for a better team than those she had in her close circle. She was fortunate.
 
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The path to the War Room was fairly simple. The tunnels led up and around, through the market and past the living sector of Khal. But as Rhett and Atticus were walking, his sons quizzical nature struck once more...

Well Atticus... It will depend heavily on the situation...” Pausing the conversation due to the fact of the large crowd of people, but the two turned off to a set of stairs with two armed men by the exit. Rhett dipped his head to the guards, who did the same, and opened the doors to expose the snow-covered wasteland.

The snow was crisp, most likely from a fresh sprinkle. Hunters in training were doing their morning runs, the mechanics were scuttling to the garages, wife’s fetched snow for water. They were all little black dots atop this winter wasteland. Picking back the conversation he dropped before, the War Room being in sight. “ I have told you this before Atticus. But, you were born in the South, to a mother who abandoned you...”

Stopping in his tracks, Rhett squatted over, placing both hands on his sons shoulders gently. “But we’ve done just fine without a mother. We may not be related by blood, but i’m still your father, son. And I will always love you..” Pulling his son in for a hug, knowing this subject often troubled the young boy. “But if you wish to see a world without snow, i’ll make that happen.”


 


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Jade Garron
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Jade heard footsteps approach and turned to face her boss and friend. She noticed the unease and slightly paler complexion but said nothing out loud. Rosemary was the one you turned to if you needed reassurance that everything was fine and she could play the part well, even if the world was on fire and Skin Crawlers were scaling the walls by the thousands.

Jade returned the smile but it faded at the woman’s words. Jade hated to admit it out loud but most of her daily anxiety that plagued her came from the wall and the borders. She wasn’t like some people who had some crippling anger against other factions but that didn’t mean she trusted them. It seemed petty to be at each other’s throats when there were more important matters to be dealt with outside the wall, and those matters would kill the inhabitants inside the walls no matter what faction they were in.

Jade turned to Beth for a few seconds to gauge her reaction before turning back to Rosemary again.

“Of course I’ll go. And here I thought it was going to be just another average day.” Jade said with a dry laugh that displayed her nerves.

“We probably should bring a few armed men with us since this is the border we’re talking about and our neighbors aren’t the friendliest.

Jade had a handgun concealed under her jacket with ten rounds. Her aim would make sure each bullet found it’s way into any one at the border who tried to act foolishly.

 
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Avalon Dalton
Interactions: Bexley Bellz Bellz , Kyle r e i r e i , Teddy Rhaine Rhaine

The transmition from Bexley had Avalon freezing momentarily as she tried to decide what to do. As she glanced uo in the treeline, she realised Kyle would be a whole lot faster than her up there. He seemed to know that too, as he started swinging forward and radioed in to Bexley that he was on his way.

Avalon was fast, there was no doubt about that, she just hoped she was fast enough to make it to thier leaders side before something happened. Her feet took off, sailing over grass, dirt, and cracked cement. Her strides where long and quick, Avalon's 5'9" frame made it easy to stride out. The walkie hanging from her belt was yanked away and put up to her mouth.

"On my way. Be careful." Avalon said shortly, hanging her walkie-talkie back on her belt mid-stride. Avalon was like a deer, hurdling over random debris and obstacles in her way, she practically bounded in Bexley's direction. Climbing up over some dilapidated fence, Avalon dropped down and could see Bexley's form ahead of her.

Avalon took off again and only skidded to a stop when she was beside the leader woman. She grinned and pulled a pistol from its place against her ribcage. A bead of sweat was wiped from her eyes as she pushed her hair back out of her face.

"Woo! " She breathed, placing one hand on her hip and eyeing the man standing on the border between their territories, "That was a kicker. Talk about adrenaline." Her grin widened in all its lopsided glory and she laughed. An off-hand gesture was made at the Easterner standing with them.

"Morning, dude. How ya doing? Good? Good." Avalon nodded thoughtfully, "I'd hate to die on a bad day, ya know?"
 
Michael Wilson
fg.png Michael had been at the border for most of the night. Every so often he would set his rifle down to allow himself to warm up with sets of press-ups and practice his knife-throwing skills. He was always sure to keep long-range and short-range firearms on his person, but he much preferred using hunting knives, swords or homemade spears. He quite liked getting his hands dirty too and the feeling of a well thrown punch was what reminded him he was still alive. If he wasn't scratched or bruised at some point, he had to question if he was dead.

Patrolling the borders got a little dull at times; something he knew would easily be made more interesting with a nice lady by his side to charm. Like Veronica. She was hot and kept him company throughout Virginia, so it was a shame when they parted ways. No doubt she was probably dead by now, unless she found another guy to watch her back for her. Regardless, he'd choose what he was doing right now over the prison cell he'd called home for a while. Apparently jail was tough before the outbreak, but serving time in an Alabama jail during skin crawler times was far worse. Food was rationed to the very basic needs and there were less guards than required, which meant less opportunities for the prisoners to leave their cells. It was the poor staffing numbers that made his escape possible, so he was at least grateful for that.

As daylight made its appearance, Michael was sat keeping watch when he heard Teddy's voice. "Gotcha, Teddy," he replied to his ally. He got back to his feet and decided to walk the border again, not one to enjoy sitting still without company.

A distance away, Michael caught sight of Teddy apparently conversing with someone over at the West side. He managed to catch sight of two women and apparently a child in the tree aiming an arrow at him. Evidently, this wasn't a friendly conversation and Teddy appeared outnumbered, which meant Michael needed to approach this one sensitively. "Remember, don't be a dick, Mick-" He was cut short when he heard Rosemary contacting him. "Dove, this is Handsome Mick..." he lightly began, pausing as he glanced to Teddy in the distance. "I'm at the border, close to the North wall. I suggest you get your sweet ass over here A-SAP. It looks like Teddy has company and not of the friendly kind. Could perhaps do with discreet eyes and defence from above," he added, thinking of his sniper allies, Carter and Brandy.

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Andrea "Andy" Kennedy
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Andrea had woken up quite early that morning, having gone to bed very soon after finishing her shift guarding the wall yesterday evening. Nothing overall exciting had happened recently and she was beginning to get a little restless with the lack of action.
Since the sides had been made, there was a severe lack of contract kills and so she had ultimately lost her job as a hit women. Luckily her experiences had allowed her to become one of the weapon specialists which for her was better than having to give up weapons and her skills all together.
Andrea was currently looking over all the weapons that their faction had, cleaning them out and making sure that they were all in working order. As she cleaned the semi-automatic rifle, her mind drew her back to one of her last contracts and the excitement which it had entailed when it turned out that man she had been sent to kill was a fighter and he did not go down easily. She missed the adrenline rush and the planning off her kill, while she was happy that everyone was safe in the West side, she still wished for some sort of action, for something interesting to do.
Andy's wishes were answered when she heard Bex's voice coming across the walkie-talkie. She placed the cleaning utensils down onto the table and reloaded the rifle before picking up the walking talkie "on my way" she said simply before making her way towards the wall.
Andrea ran the majority of the way to the wall, knowing that if she was too walk then she could possibly be too late. While she may not necessarily be needed, she didn't want to miss out on the excitment and conflict that could arise from the situation. She could hear people speaking ahead of her and was certain that she heard Avalon's voice, so at least back up had already came. Andy came to a stop beside Ava, an amused smirk on her face as she looked on. She decided to keep quiet for the moment but kept her eyes trained on the area surrounding and behind the eastener incase some of his friends decided to join them.

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