Ariel (H)

Ariel. Twenty-One. Neighbour. Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend.

[richardsikes]

Ricky’s gaze stayed transfixed on the zombies on the other side of the glass windows for a moment longer, slowly nodding at the stranger’s comment. “Yeah… yeah, good idea,” he said, looking back to her. “Back door, fire exit?” He suggested with an arch of his brow.

[ariel-bradford]

“Yeah, that might work,” Ariel agreed with a nod, keeping an eye on the door as she made her way towards the back. “You wanna check to make sure it’s clear, or would you rather have me do the honours?” She asked, looking over at the man. 

[richardsikes]

Once everything was off the shelves, Ricky jogged back to the aisle end. He glanced back to the door, grimacing at Ariel’s words and the zombies getting closer. “Push,” he said as he put all his weight on the shelf. It wobbled in place for a moment until it slowly teetered towards the doors, falling down in a large crash. “Think it’ll do the job?” He asked, breathing ragged as he kept his gaze on the door. At least to him, it looked like the two would be safe.

[ariel-bradford]

When he pushed, so did she, and with a bit of force the shelf fell down, landing perfectly against the door. “I think so,” she answered with a nod, looking between Ricky and the zombies. “But I it might still be a good idea to try and find a way out of here.”

[richardsikes]

Ricky scanned the shelves for something to help block before a small smirk grew on his lips. At the girl’s words, he nodded, walking to aisle end. He pressed his weight against the end, it barely moving. “Push everything off of the shelves, we’re moving this,” he stated, already tossing items off.

[ariel-bradford]

While Ariel wasn’t sure if she actually be strong enough to help push over a shelf, she nodded her head in agreement, figuring it was probably her best bet at the moment. So, running over to the shelf where the man was, she began to move things off the shelves. There wasn’t much, but whatever it was didn’t seem exactly useful to anyone, apparently. By this time, the zombies were already at the doors to the store and she was suddenly glad for her slip second decision to shove a broom through the handles. “We’d better hurry,” she said, getting ready to try and push the shelf over. “I don’t think the door is going to hold much longer.”

[richardsikes]

Ricky hadn’t noticed the girl behind him until he reached the store he spotted earlier, exhaling a sigh as he looked back at her. He had been hoping the walkers got her and he would have been able to flee with going unnoticed by them, but like most of his life, his hope was crushed. “Help me find something to barricade the door,” he said, already searching the area beside him.

[ariel-bradford]

“Right.” Ariel nodded her head, immediately setting off to search for something. It didn’t take long for her to find a broom, and she stuck it through the handles of the doors. It wasn’t much, but it would at least help until they could find something better to put up against them. “Found anything yet?” She asked, looking over at the man.

[richardsikes]

Ricky’s gaze bore into the brunette as she voiced her threats, about to take a step forward. But, as she agreed to his suggestion, he smiled, shuffling a few steps back. “I’m glad you’re thinking clearly,” he stated, adjusting the strap of his backpack. He turned away again, giving her a wave of his weapon before calling out, “Hopefully I won’t see you again.” However, as he continued to walk, he stopped in his tracks when he heard something. Growing closer. He cranes his neck to the right. A mini horde of zombies came right towards him and the girl. “Shit,” he breathed out, turning around to where the girl stood and started running past her. From what he could remember, there was a small store close by he could hide in.

[ariel-bradford]

“I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you,” Ariel replied with a smirk, taking a few steps back. She was about to turn and walk in the opposite direction of the stranger, but stopped when she heard the familiar moaning of zombies. “Great,” she muttered, watching as the man ran past her. She quickly followed behind him, hoping that he was headed somewhere to hide.

[richardsikes]

At the sound of the voice behind him, Ricky rolled his eyes, his grip tight on the machete handle. Thinly veiled threats never scared the man. “How about,” he started, slowly turning around to face the girl, “you drop your weapon, and I won’t have to gut you.” Blue eyes went from her face to her weapon, a dinged-up golf club, before back to her with a bored expression. “Or, we can just pretend you didn’t say that at all.

[ariel-bradford]

Admittedly, Ariel was a little surprised by how un-threatened the man seemed to feel, and it kind of annoyed her. “You try to gut me, I’ll bust your kneecaps,” she replied, though she honestly didn’t want to get into a fight. She decided her life wasn’t worth risking for a machete; she could probably find something better elsewhere. “But, we can just pretend I didn’t say anything at all.” She lowered her weapon, but still kept a tight grip on it, just in case. “I happen to like my guts. And I’m sure you like your knees.”

[ariel-bradford]

With each swing, her shitty golf club was getting even shitter, and Ariel knew she needed to find a new weapon, quickly. But even now, anything decent was nearly impossible to come by; all the good things haven’t been swiped early on. Still though, the girl kept searching, even ready and willing to injure, or kill, a survivor if she had to. And in the moment, it seemed like that was exactly what she would have to do. 

Seeing someone by themselves, Ariel took it as a sign, and very quietly, she sneaked up behind them, her club raised and ready to strike. “Drop your weapon, and I won’t have to bash your head in,” she warned, deciding she might just give them a chance first. 

[ariel-bradford]

                                                                                                                   SURVIVAL MODE • Task 5

Basics

name: Ariel Bradford age: 21 weapon of choice: Golf club

Connections/Plots

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About

Saw the break out as an opportunity to get rid of her aunt, and let the walkers kill her the first chance she got

 Has no reservations about killing anyone, or anything

Is surviving mostly just to see how long she can; it’s like a big game to her

[richardsikes]

Hearing Ariel’s voice, Ricky didn’t bother to look to her as he scooted over on his blanket. “Happy Fourth, Ariel,” he replied, moving to sit up. He grabbed a beer from the pack, twisting off the cap with ease and taking a swig. “I’m guessing you didn’t come to the house for the amazing party downstairs, huh?” Ricky asked.

[ariel-bradford]

Ariel took Ricky’s scooting over as an invitation to take a seat beside him, so she did. She shrugged her shoulder at his question, looking over at him. “The fireworks are better from here than from my house,” she answered, pointing down at his pack of beer. “Mind if I have one?”

[richardsikes]

With a six pack of beer and a blanket under his arm, Ricky ghosted from his spot in the backyard onto the roof. While he had been enjoying his time roaming the party, fireworks were starting soon and he wanted to have a decent view. Once on the top of the building, he set down the beer before slowly unfolding the blanket. With an easy flourish, he put the blanket onto the roof, placing the pack in one of the corners to anchor it. The man smiled to himself, moving to lay down. After a moment he was finally comfortable, bespectacled eyes staring straight up to the sky, waiting for the first of the fireworks. He didn’t bother to look when he heard someone else on the roof, knowing they’d either leave or talk to him - both options he wouldn’t mind.

[ariel-bradford]

If there was one thing Ariel didn’t mind about Independence day, it was the fireworks. The fairs are parades were way too much, but fireworks were alright in her eyes. And this year, she wanted to get a decent view of them, so where better than the roof of the Murder House? The girl made her way up to the third floor before climbing out a window, and then she carefully climbed up higher, to the highest spot on the roof. There, her eyes fell upon none other than her favourite ghost, Ricky. “Happy Fourth of July,” she greeted, making her way towards him.

[richardsikes]

Ricky shrugged, glancing to Ariel before down to his stack of cards. “Could be the closest thing to Hell, but it isn’t for me.” He flipped his next card, eight of clubs, before grabbing her card. “Slipping in pig’s blood and breaking my arm,” he replied dryly, turning over a card, three of diamonds. Not the worst thing that happened to him, but something that happened to him back when he worked at a butcher’s shop.

[ariel-bradford]

Ariel couldn’t help the little smile that formed on her face at his answer. “I don’t believe that’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to you, but I’ll take what I can get.” She flipped over her card, the nine of spades, and took his card upon realizing hers was higher. 

[richardsikes]

“It’s not the worst thing that’s happened,” Ricky replied quietly, chewing on his lower lip. “Being a ghost. And, I never believed in Hell. Or Heaven.” He watched her flip the card, shrugging his shoulders. “Aces are always high.”

[ariel-bradford]

“Well, some people might argue that this is hell,” Ariel replied with a bit of a smirk. When Ricky said that aces were high, the nodded her head and took the cards before flipping over another one-- the six of hearts. “But if being a ghost isn’t the worst thing that’s happened, what is?”

[ariel-bradford]

aidan, ricky, nanette, skinner, hugo, hannah

do the sexy love™ with: Ricky. Not gonna lie, he’s pretty good at it... for an old guy.

sacrifice myself for: Aidan. He’s the only one who might be worth it.

kick: Skinner. Nothing personal, though.

take to prom: Hannah. 

abandon in jurassic park: Nanette. But only if I can watch her get eaten alive.

push off a bridge: Hugo. That guy just creeps me the fuck out, so it might be night to get rid of him.

[richardsikes]

Ricky took the card with ease, simply shrugging at Ariel’s question, “I’m afraid the house has been particularly boring,” he nearly sighed out the response. “Lots of kids either studying or partying. One, two three-” he flipped a new card, five of spades.

[ariel-bradford]

“Do you like being a ghost?” Ariel asked, genuinely curious. “I mean, is this better than... nothing? Or I guess Hell, if you believe there is one, and this isn’t it.” On his count, Ariel flipped her card, it was the ace of hearts. “Are aces high or low?”

[richardsikes]

“Always a good thing to know,” Ricky said, the corner of his lips turning up into a smirk. “Aces are high,” he added, picking up the card. “On three, okay? One, two, three-” On the last count, he flipped over his card - seven of diamonds.

[ariel-bradford]

“Okay.” She waited for Ricky’s count before flipping her card over one three. It was a three of hearts. “You got it,” she said, pushing the two cards his way before picking up her next card. “So how’ve you been?” She asked as she waited for the ghost. “Anything not completely boring happen?”

[richardsikes]

Ricky inspected the scars as Ariel showed them to him, the only thing readable on his expression being a small smirk. “Not bad,” he commented with a nod, bespectacled eyes peering up to her face as she sat back down. “Scars make someone interesting. Now, ready to play?” He asked, his hand setting on top of his stack of cards.

[ariel-bradford]

“Good to know I’m now interesting,” Ariel replied with a nod, grabbing her cards and sliding them in front of her. “Yeah, I’m ready,” she said as she pulled her first card off the top of her deck, waiting for Ricky to do the same before she put hers down.

[richardsikes]

Ricky glanced up to Ariel with an arched brow, splitting the deck in half. “He attacked you?” He asked, more out of curiosity than anything else. “Have any scars from it?” The cannibal set one half of the deck beside her, putting the other half in front of him.

[ariel-bradford]

Ariel nodded her head. “Yeah, I got a couple. And I was in the hospital for ages because of it, too.” She stood up, lifting her shirt a little to show her stomach. “There’s one here,” She said, pointing to a long scar along one side of her stomach before letting go of her shirt. “And then I got one up here.” Her pulled down the collar of her shirt to reveal another scar on her chest, near her heart. “But that’s all he managed to get on me.” Ariel sat back down in her seat.