Sgt. Alec McKenzie

Mah nam is Alec McKenzie. Ah was a Sergeant in th’ Royal Air Force, stationed at Prestwick, Ayrshire. Ah was headed ower ta th’ United States ta help whaur needed… A crew member died an’ went a bit crazy , bitin’ a’ fowk ‘n shite. Thaur was a massacre aboard uir ship, no’ many survived. We took a few planes an’ headed fur lain…. Ur tried. Noo aam th’ only une left. FC: Gerard Butler (( OC for TWD fandom, will RP with anyone. I have no affiliation with TWD or Gerard Butler. ))

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“Lawrence, Kansas. You?”

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"Glasgow, Sco'tland." With a glance down he chuckles “Aam alon’ way from ‘ome.”

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Andrea & Alec

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Giving his eyes a good roll he opened up the door and motioned for ladies first, if she liked. “Mah apologies,” he ran a hand through his hair a bit embarrassed, “Ah haven’ talked tae anyone in months,” he chuckled, “I’ll try tae spe’k a bit slo’er ef tha’ helps.” Flashing a smile at the woman he glanced inside, “Th’ fron’ wasn’ op’n… Ah need tae gi’ oot ay mah unif’rm an’ m’ybe fin’ some supplies.” He had to concentrate on what he was saying before he spoke, he realized that many from the U.S probably wouldn’t understand him with his thick accent, so he couldn’t blame the woman.

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She licked her lips, narrowing her eyes the slightest bit. “That’s okay, I guess,” she replied, wondering what was the idea of letting her step inside the building first. Quickly checking her magazine, she raised her gun, quickly peeking inside to see if there was any movement. When she couldn’t see anything, she stepped inside, pressing her back against the wall, letting her eyes adjust to the dark. The room she was in right now, seemed to be completely empty, but she couldn’t be sure, not able to see a lot in the semi-darkness. “You got a flashlight?” She whispered to her new companion, looking at him without turning her head.

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“Aye,” he nodded despite the fact the woman probably wouldn’t be able to see him nodding, from a strap on his duffle he reached behind him and grabbed the flashlight, giving it a few good hard shakes before flashing it on, “Royal Air Force ‘as thes’ all ov’r our transport ship,” he grinned, “no bat’eries requ’red.” Shouldering his assault rifle he pulled out his hand gun and twisted on its silencer, he knew it was stupid but he flicked the light switch, giving a shrug he placed the barrel of the gun over his wrist, keeping the light pointed shut. “Ah say we cle’r tha ot’er rooms an’ then get ta searchin’ fer supllies.” He whispered, just in case there were some geeks wandering the place.

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OOC: Replies and such.

Sorry I've been MIA forever, got a job and have been working away in the salt mines practically every waking moment. >< However, these are the people I have in my drafts that I will be getting to today.

Dean (thedeadswalking)

Shannon (shannon-pierce)

Taylor (taylorjowinters)

Andrea (stillsurvivingandrea)

Daryl (theredneckarcher)

Fidget (irishroulette)

Daryl (the-squirrely-dixon) 

Lilly (lefttodiefightingtolive)

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”Oh.” Taylor’s face fell again and she bit her lip hard to stop the stinging in her eyes. When she had thought she had gotten closer. ”That’s fine. It’s hard to find survivors anyway I guess.”

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“Is ther’ anythin’ ah can do tae help?” he frowned, he was in a different country, with no family, and as far as he knew everyone on his ship, his Air Force family, was all dead. “Is no’ fair fer ye tae lose ‘im…. He younger?”

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”I’m looking for my brother. I lost him.” Taylor said. ”You haven’t seen him have you?” her hopes lifted slightly. ”His name is Riley Joe Winters, he’s about 6 tall, 21 years old, sandy coloured hair, was probably a dick to you or something?”

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His face fell at the question, “Na’, aam sor’y. If ah woul’ ‘ave ah wouldn’ ‘ave let ‘im wander on ‘is own.” Being part of RAF he’d gotten used to taking care of the younger men and women in his unit.

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Survivors

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“Alright, Sarge.” Dean smiled slightly at the other.

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Giving a short amused chuckle he nods, “Whe’e ye from?”

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”Taylor…Taylor Jo Winters.” Taylor said, lowering her knife when she saw he wasn’t much of a threat. Yet.

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Shouldering his weapon he nods, “I’s a pleasure tae meit ye,” flashing her a smile he glances around, “can ah ask ye wha’ yoo’re doin’ wanderin’ around by yerself?” It wasn’t that he thought she couldn’t take care of herself, just seemed a bit dangerous.

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”Who’re you!?” Taylor whipped around, her sharp ears picking up the footsteps behind her. 

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“Mah nam’s Serge’nt Alec McKenzie… w’ore ye?”

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Ralph Fiennes & Gerard Butler

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OOC: Replies and Starters.

Will pick back up once the power comes back on. >< Didn't mean to abandon everyone. Till then I'll be lurking on my phone.  Have saved replies I caught. Like this if I missed anyone. <3 

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Riley & Alec

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“Wow.. That’s Well.. It’s pretty far”

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“I’ is?” he paused, “Must’ve rode farther tha’ ah though’.” He chuckled.

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Riley & Alec

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“No.. I haven’t even seen one? Should I be scared or?”

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“Aam no’ sure. Whe’e am ah exa’tly?”

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“Uh, Beacon Hills, California Sir”

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“Ho’ fa’ awa’ fro’ North Carolina is tha’?”

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Survivors

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“Nice to meet you, Sergeant Alec Mckenzie, sir.” Dean gave a nod in greeting to the other.

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“Ye c’n jus’ call meh Sarge o’ Alec,” he chuckles, “Ah answer tae ‘ither.”

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Fidget & Alec

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She ran her hand down her face, putting her other hand on her hip, ” ‘ve got some scavengin’ ta do, darlin’.” She said, putting her other hand on her hip. “So…that’ll do, pig.” She muttered, dropping her hands again to walk off.

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“I’ would be mah luck tae run intae someain an’ ha’e ‘em be a hos’ile bitch,” he shrugs, “ye were th’ un’ sneakin’ up oan meh. Only reason ah asked sweet’eart.” Giving a soft chuckle he shoulders his weapon.

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She turned to look at him, cocking her head to the side, “Listen here, mate. Ye ain’t the only thing around here. So prepare yerself to be snuck up on.” She said, a hard glare set on the man. “An’ as far as hos’ile bitch goes, ye got tha’ one fuckin’ correct.” She took a step forward, “Ye keep it up, ‘ll be stickin’ a blade in yer thigh and leave ye fer dead. Clear?” She hissed, squinting her eyes at him. “Now there’s one choice. The other…well, ye can suck up yer pride and introduce yerself better.”

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“If ah can survife a crash landin’ in a goddamn coontry ah dunnae nothin’ abou’, ‘en ah can survife a stab tae th’ thigh.” He glares, “Ah don’ see ye introducin’ yerself prope’ly ‘ither Miss. H’spitality.”

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She stood there with a bored look on her face. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes, popping one between her lips and lighting it, “Tha name’s Fidget. Though tha way I fuckin’ see it, yer not gonna put that to memory.” She blew smoke out from her nostrils, batting her eyes at the man.

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Letting a low chuckle rumble from his stomach he shifted his weight and glanced around, “Mah names Serge’nt Alec McKenzie.”