shall we play a game?

monroe whitney. twenty five. former it technician.

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i’m gonna get online tonight. yesterday was just kind of a long day and then i went to bed early and i’m gonna try and get stuff done today during work, but idk how much i can actually get done. 

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izzypearscn‌.

To say Izzy was restless, was an understatement. Ever since she’d gotten to fortuna she’d asked everyone she could find if they knew of her brother and his fate – and nothing. “damn it,” she murmured to herself, rubbing at her temples. After yet another conversation ending in her knowing nothing more about her sibling, she’d collapsed into a chair, head buried in her hands with her elbows resting on her knees. Hearing a voice, she startled – head snapping up to look at him. “Oh, no feel free to sit,” A warm smile spread across her lips, before it quickly fell into a frown as her eyes focused on the boy’s tired state. “Are you okay? You look as if you’re about to drop,”

          Before the state of the world now, Monroe had a difficult time sleeping. He had insomnia and while it wasnt the worst sometimes, it did get bad occasionally. Now nightmares kept him up and coupled with everything else, it made life really difficult. He just wanted a night of good rest, curled up with someone that would actually make him feel safe again. But that was unlikely because the only person who could do that was dead. “Thanks,” Monroe muttered. He felt awful that he’d startled her even slightly. “I just didn’t get good sleep last night. Or... any night for the past month.” 

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sinnerscints‌.

It was strange for Kiara to be in a safe place after a long time. She was not used to that feeling of security, and it would probably take a while for her to get rid of the terrible nightmares that haunted her even before that madness began. The boy frightened her a little with the approach since she was lost in her own thoughts. “Oh, it’s not. Feel free to sit.”

          Despite Fortuna feeling safe at times, Monroe knew better than to think it was safe. He’d been around people that thought they were safe where they were, but the idea of safety was stupid in times like this. Maybe there were more fortified and protected than being out on the open road, but that didn’t mean they were safe. And they sure as hell weren’t safe from their own minds. Monroe had never been safe from his own mind. “Thanks,” he told her, sitting down. He didn’t know how to hold a conversation with someone, so he opted to just sit without saying another word. 

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ofnathanhartley.

Even with a zombie apocalypse around him, some habits die hard. He was up before the sun was and the hours of sleep he did get were in light slumber prepared for what might happen. It’s how he had lived his life for over a decade. In some ways the life he had prepared him for this and gave him an answer to what he was going to do next. Nathan never imagined himself with a nine to five job. As was usual, he was up early and now found himself sitting at a table where he had attempted to eat what passed as breakfast now - instead, the food sat mostly untouched and a hot cup of water with a tea bag had long gone cold. He looked up from a small notepad he wrote in, “Nah, it’s all yours.” The Welshman nodded to the empty seat across from him. He put down the pencil he had been using and closed up the journal. Looking to the other, “Are you okay?” He asked with a weary look.

          Sleep just didn’t come easy anymore and it had nothing to do with the dangerous conditions that were around them. It was more than safety keeping Monroe awake. He never thought that his life would be like this. He used to play video games about the zombie apocalypse and made fun of how ridiculous the idea was with his friends. There were living in that world now. He still wasn’t used to the idea of not being safe. Which was ironic coming from a household with guns. At some point, he’d decided that sleep was impossible and with the slightly pink and orange color in the sky, the sun would be up in no time and he’d have to get to work. “Thanks,” Monroe muttered, sipping on the small cup of instant coffee that he’d made, which tasted nasty, but energy was energy. “Are any of us okay?” he countered, not feeling like going into his own traumas since he’d spent all night attempting to avoid them. 

[itsmonroew-blog]

i’m sick, so i’m probably gonna get to replies after i take a nap! but if anyone wants a plotted starter, let me know. i’ll try and get to stuff today. 

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okay. i’m super tired from running the d&d campaign i run, so i just got those two replies out, but i’ll do the rest tomorrow! 

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tcnygcrcia‌.

Tony looked up from her breakfast, shaking her head before she gestured towards the seat “It’s all yours” She informed him. She would be finished soon anyway and, as usual, the cafeteria during eating time was always packed. She knew what it was like to be the new kid in town. He looked like he was the walking dead, skin lacking the usual flushed glow, deep bags under his eyes. She hoped to god he wasn’t sick with anything she could get, the last thing she wanted was the flu or a cold. “You want this?” She asked, pushing the barely touched cup of bad instant coffee towards him in a sort of peace offering. She didn’t want to outright tell him he looked like shit.

          Monroe nervously smiled. At least it was someone that he enjoyed being around more than most. He’d never been a very social person. He tended to stick by people that were just as awkward and shy as he was. Which meant that he was around people that spent a lot of time with technology. There wasn’t much left in the way of technology, but what there was, he liked to tinker with. Since it was one of his only talents, that’s where he spent most of his time. Monroe looked at Tony when she spoke, after taking his set. “Yeah...” It didn’t matter if it was awful coffee, he needed the energy. He hated when his nightmares made it impossible to sleep -- and since they happened often, Monroe usually didn’t get more than a couple of hours of sleep a night, which eventually wore him down. “Thanks.” 

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hermit-edmund‌.

Edmund had moved away from his camp, deciding eating closer to everyone would give him a good insight into exactly what kind of mess this place was in terms of who could actually pull their weight and who couldnt when he heard the voice. The large man glanced over at the boy, arching a brow as he chewed his mouthful of Luke warm beans from one of his supplies. Edmund just shrugged a shoulder with a grunt, looking back at the main group of people eating their breakfast.

          Sometimes Monroe felt much younger than he actually was. Nervous was one of the few words that could easily describe Monroe. He still didn’t know what he thought about camp, if he trusted these people. While he didn’t think they’d intentionally hurt him, intention didn’t mean much in a world like this. Especially not when most of these people had probably taken a life or two in their time. Most of them probably had blood on their hands. Monroe nervously took a seat beside the man, taking the queue not to talk. He silently started eating his food.

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          Exhaustion came much quicker than it used to for people, but especially for Monroe. When he and his sisters had arrived to Fortuna, he didn’t know what to expect. He’d come to have little expectations for the world they lived in now. He didn’t even expect much from himself anymore. Monroe didn’t like to sleep because with sleep came nightmares and his weren’t... well, they weren’t great. He always woke up, the sound of a gunshot still ringing in his ears, shaking. Nightmares. Though Monroe tried to put on a brave face, he was pretty sure no one believed him. This morning had arrived more quickly than he wanted it to and he was sure that exhaustion was written all over his face. But he at least had to be productive today. “Is this seat taken?” he asked, pointing to an empty chair. “I, uh, just need to sit down for a second. We don’t have to talk or anything.” 

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i’m gonna get on in a little bit & finally get a starter up. sorry it’s taking a while. 

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Meme Tuesday

Welcome to our first Meme Tuesday everybody! 

As a way to celebrate being open for a whole week we thought Tuesday would be a perfect day for our meme day. I know that technically it’s a bit of a late start but for the next one we will make sure to post on time so that everyone will have a longer chance to participate in whatever timezone you are in. Meme Tuesday will officially end Midnight Wednesday EST . Don’t worry we will make a post when Meme day starts and ends from now on. Please use the hashtag #fortunameme . So let’s get this show on the road shall we !

                        Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets        

🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret

🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs

🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist

🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist

❤️- For a secret crush

📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like

👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

🏹- For a talent they wish they had

👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

❓- Free Space! Ask them about a specific secret!

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NAME: Monroe Andrew Whitney 

AGE: Twenty Five

GENDER IDENTITY: Cismale 

OCCUPATION: IT Technician 

“Hello. Your 48 hour mandatory quarantine is now over. Before letting you into the populace I need you to answer a few questions. Please state your full name, date of birth?”

“Right. Okay. Um, Monroe. Uh, middle name or no middle name? Middle name. Okay, got it. Monroe Andrew Whitney. August 25th, 2000.” 

“Thank you. In the last 48 hours have you experienced Infected like symptoms?”

”Uh, no. I don’t think so,” Monroe replies, picking at a lose thread on the hem of his shirt. “But I don’t really know what they are.” He looked up with a nervous look on his face. “I mean, I know what they are, but... I...” he trailed off, looking down again. “I don’t remember them.” 

“Are there any ailments, disabilities, mental illnesses, or medical conditions that we should be made aware of?”

Monroe let out a nervous laugh. “No... medical conditions, but... I have anxiety and depression.” Obviously. “It, um, shouldn’t be a problem.” Optimistic. His mental illnesses always got the better of him in stressful situations -- but didn’t that happen to everyone? 

“Can you give us a little background on yourself. Your family life, work ethic. What kind of person are you?”

“What kind of question is that? I’m very bad at talking about myself.  I’m... the middle child of three. My dad is a cop. My family was pretty normal, typical American family from Boston. I was an IT Technician. Fresh out of college and I was working in Boston and was planning to move to California to, um... it’s not relevant. And, uh, I had a good work ethic, I think. Work on the problem until the problem was fixed, type of person. Stayed after to work on some days. Um, is that what you want to know? I... don’t know what else to say. Are my sisters okay?” Monroe shuffled his feet on the ground, trying to figure out what else to say, if that was enough or if he needed to say more. 

“Can you list three skills that you are proficient in?”

“Uh, I have a keen eye, or at least I think. I could pick out flaws in code people wrote relatively quickly. I also, have a mechanical mind. I could tinker and get radios to work, that kind of thing. Um... I also like to think I’m a decent cook.” 

“Excellent. Now, three skills that you are not proficient in.”

“Just three?” Monroe laughed nervously. “Um... okay. Physical activity, for one. I can’t use a firearm...” anymore. “I’m a nervous mess when it comes to violent things. Does that all count as the same thing? I’m not very good around other people and I’d rather be alone most of the time. I also have a poor sense of direction and sometimes I get nervous in new situations and around people I don’t know. Was that three?” 

“Alright, and last question. If you had to, would you be able to kill someone you knew if they became infected?”

“N-no. Not intentionally.” But if it was an accident, Monroe was more than capable of killing someone. He’d already done it before. 

“Thank you, and welcome to Fortuna!”

“I... I didn’t... mess this up?” 

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hello! i’m bee. i’ll be playing this mess of a kid, monroe. i’m working on a little intro, so that should be done soonish. but in the mean time, i’d love to plot with people.