#thedestroyeroftime

[teardere]

Tuna

M!A—My character is now drunk for the night!

"Ugh…" She’s never drink alcohol before or vodka until this day. It is totally accident that she’s drank the wrong drink. What she knows is, there’s someone who exchange her drink with the others. But she didn’t know who it is, because the one who’s exchange her drink are in black cloak, like a ghost. And it’s very weird, she’s a demon, why she can’t take handle the side effect of an alcohol or vodka? Completely weird? Totally. It was night, and night usually known for all spirit creatures to be appear. In that night, she saw so many spirit creature, like a head-only ghost, ten ghost childrens playing hide and seek. And so on.She became unbalance. Her body sometime move into the left, and her body sometime move to the right. People around her thought that she’s insane, a patients who escaped from a mental hospital.Why? While the blonde drunk, she laugh and tease everyone. Laugh like a truly demon. Somehow her appearance are change into a demon-being, but it was disappear, and it was popped out again, and these events continue to be repeated and repeated. It was stopped when her headlying down in someone’s shoulder, her giggling voice can be heard clearly into the guy’s ears.

[friendosrp]

Shinichi with Allen. I give up on themes I'll fix that later

ayeeeee

[mommasboy-scout-blog]

Welcoming Committee // Scout&Allen

After locating the Prison, one would expect things to be easier for Scout. Less running around, less worrying, less responsibility. But the people here weren't that welcoming, and were a lot more boring. Hell, even the walkers who were always trying to kill him were more entertaining than these people. Now that he was a part of this Prison group, he sat around in a cell most of the day tossing a baseball against the wall until someone told him to stop making noise. If these losers kept it up, he was going to lose his sanity sooner than he thought he would. Scout needed somebody to bother, and fast.

Walking around the cell blocks that were cleared for people to sleep in, he observed people as he searched for somebody who seemed like the best candidate. There was some guy he felt would murder him if he even got near him, some wind guy, people who were extremely boring, and more people who were boring. What was with these people? No one even bothered welcoming him to the prison! Where was the welcoming committee to welcome such an amazing and god-like person to their home? He was already starting to lose faith in this group, considering the idea of searching for another place to stay out there. But close to the end of his observing, he found the perfect guy.

Approaching a strange, white-haired boy, Scout rested his bat over his shoulder to keep a tough appearance and stood next to him. "Yo, buddy." He said cautiously, nodding at him as a greeting. Unsure of what to say next, he stood there silently in hopes that the other would continue the conversation. But looking at the boy more, he noticed that he was... weird looking. "What's with the eye?" He asked, leaning closer to his new acquaintance's face curiously. Sure, he was raised to have manners, but the world was basically a living hell at the moment. Who cares about manners anymore?

Even though he was barely giving the other a chance to speak, Scout held out a hand to the white-haired weirdo and introduced himself. "I'm Scout, but you can call me whatever ya want."

[silent-demonhunter-blog]

Blood stained blade [Mai&Allen]

Hunting demons since she was a kid was one thing, however after the outbreak it seemed everything Mai ever really knew and taught herself to believe was gone. Ever since the world had been over run by the undead, Mai never knew what to think when killing walkers wondering the halls. After all they used to be human, right? It almost felt wrong but it had to be done, in order to protect herself. Having the keep her guard on every minutes of the day was not much different from her old school at night when she stood in the halls waiting for an attack by the demons, there was still something different about killing the walkers, though. Since it had to be done Mai went all out when dealing with them to make sure they wouldn't come back again. 

As Mai walked down the halls of the prison she had made the decision to stay in; it seemed like it would be good for protection from walkers on the outside. She knew there would occasionally be groups of walkers in the halls she need to be aware of when walking. There where rotting corpses both on the ground limp in the halls as well as in the cell blocks throughout the prison and the stench was hard to tolerate until you got used to it. Mai was careful when walking not to step on any; though she knew they weren't alive back the thought of stepping on a rotten corpse was gruesome.

Mai stopped walking and stepped into one of the cell blocks looking out the small barred window letting the light from outside come in faintly. So it's daytime she thought to herself. As far as she knew the walkers where less active during the day. That would give her the opportunity to explore around the prison finding anything she may need. She was able to tell there where other survivors living here and they're had to be something here that helped them do that for however long it was they had survived in this environment. That also told her the prison was safe enough to allow certain survivors.

Mai heard the sound of shuffling feet being dragged across the floor. It sounded like it was only one, nothing she wouldn't be able to handle on her own. The girl quickly unsheathed her weapon stepping into the hall prepare the pierce through the walkers skull. After swinging her sword she stopped just at the right moment when realizing it was another survivor. It was the first one she'd encountered yet. She gently sighed putting her katana back in it's sheath. "Watch yourself." she said in a cold tone of voice. "You can easily be mistaken for a walker" She spoke again softly. He was walking louder then need in this environment whether he meant to or not. She almost killed the living. Not only was she worried about that, but making to many sounds at all from either walking or anything else may attract actual walkers to the source of the sound.