Mar 9, 2013
"...It's quiet."
"...Too quiet."
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"...It's quiet."
"...Too quiet."
{Open!} Zombies won't eat plants, right?
Well, technically in her present form she wasn't fully considered a plant, but she could pretend.
Rose made her way down one of the hallways of the school, stepping around bits of broken glass and junk as she continue to, for the first time since she arrived there, boldly explore the area in search of other people from which she could receive aid or a little company from at least, all the while feeling extremely thankful that she had actually brought shoes with her for her lengthy world-hopping travels. Had she not, she would have stepped on something sharp eventually...
Shoes were still horrible contraptions though.
Passing by an open door to another classroom, Rose peeked in curiously before making her way inside, and moved over to one of the windows that hadn't succumbed to destruction as a few others had been in other rooms. Undoing the latch that kept it locked, she raised it up and stood atop a chair so that she would be tall enough to stick her head out of the window and peer out a little better, green eyes scanning the world in front of her-- it had the same fluffy clouds, same blue sky, and same fresh air as Xanuri did, and oh how she missed her home world like one wouldn't believe, especially now... however, this was not Xanuri and while such sights and scents did comfort her to some extent, she would not allow herself to be fooled into a false sense of security, for she knew that things were far too dangerous here to take lightly.
She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She had already come to terms with the fact that she would not be getting off of this planet anytime soon regardless of the fact that it had very little to offer her in terms of her mission, but whining about something that could not be changed was a pointless waste of energy, and she knew that as well.
"I guess I should try to at least try to keep my chin up about things..." Rose said. "It won't do me any good moping around all the time, right?" She tried to be optimistic, really, but inwardly it was still a rather difficult task on its own... still, she'd give a solid effort. Giving the poor, scarred view one last look, she turned and left the classroom with a renewed sense of boldness about her that arose with her growing optimism, and she decided to try and look a little harder for people whom could help her or that she may be able to help in return... it was possible that they existed somewhere right?
Plus, she had magic, and she was already able to tell from first setting foot into the world that this was not a world commonly associated with magic in itself, so perhaps she'd be able to provide more aid than she realized assuming that one had need for her... Yeah!
Leaving the classroom, she wandered with a quicker pace down the hallway, hoping to not only find other people but also familiarize herself with the only shelter she had found so far. Still, she knew that caution was the best option overall, and knew that if there were any survivors that they would certainly feel the same way, right..? So, when she approached a closed door to another classroom, she gave it a little knock before trying to open it.
"Hello...? Is... Anyone in here?" She swore she'd heard voices or footsteps earlier during her stay in the other classroom, but she hadn't any idea if those people -or monsters, perhaps- were still around. Regardless, magic bubbled within herself should she need to trigger her magic, just in case.
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."
Merchant Barbarian [ASS] #swaggie says: I ONLY MARRIED SHINICHI FOR HER MONEY
Merchant Barbarian [ASS] #swaggie says: >3
Merchant Barbarian [ASS] #swaggie threw his Hand Grenade to space 173.
Alchemist Priestess [ASS] #Eve got knocked 9 spaces backward and has to skip a turn!
Eve: IROH!
Incubus Merchant [ASS] Altosk threw his Hand Grenade to space 168.
Alchemist Priestess [ASS] #Eve got knocked 6 spaces backward and has to skip a turn!
Eve: ALTOSK!
? ✚ Masrur&Morgiana
Going out for supplies was tough in this city. Zombies were everywhere at all times, and there were most likely other survivors out there who were using up the same resources to the point of having barely anything left. But with his speed, going through most of the stores on each block was an easy routine. Every day he would go out and find a new street, search the stores for anything that was left behind at all, and then would return to the high school to Garry and his new friend. Those two were practically useless, and Garry wouldn't even be able to use his gun unless he wanted the school to get overrun. So all of the scavenging was Masrur's job.
But today it was coming down to one of the final shop-filled streets and he was becoming worried. What happens when they have no food left? There were no wildlife around here, at least in a place they could get to by foot, and traveling to somewhere else at this time was probably a bad idea. More ideas that would never work ran through his head as he entered another building. The shelves had two flashlights, some old bags of chips, cereal (Cheerios) and a few bottles of water. There wasn't much of interest, but since he had a lot of space left in his bag he grabbed some things anyway. The fanalis was ready to zip up the bag and leave, but he could have sworn he heard something behind him.
Masrur waited for the sound of movement once more before realizing that it wasn't a good idea to stand still. He gripped the aluminum bat in his hand tightly and turned abruptly as he raised the bat in the air, ready to swing.
Lost and Found ✦ Masrur&Mary
The one corner store that Masrur had been using for the past few days for supplies was beginning to run out of food quickly. But it didn't seem right that all of the food was disappearing at this rate just because of him. And if that was the case, that meant there was someone else using up these items. There were more survivors here in Yamagata? What if there was someone that he knew? No, that was a highly unlikely. Though now that he thought about it, the things being taken were not enough for a normal sized person even if it was noticeable.
Shoving more things into the bag that he always keeps slung over his shoulder, he kept an eye on his surroundings. This was no longer a world that you could keep your back turned for too long. He zipped up the bag as carefully and quietly as he could, holding it in his hand as he turned to the glass door of the shop. About to step outside, he stopped quickly as he noticed a little girl standing out in the street. It was probably normal to assume that she was a walker, but something about her made her seem alive. There were no injuries, her clothes still seemed new and taken care of, and she looked... happy?
No, this girl wasn't a zombie. But if she wasn't dead, how did she manage to stay alive this long out on the streets? Masrur opened the door and the store bell jingled louder than he wanted it to, and closed it behind him as he watched the girl. No words came out of his mouth, but he hoped that he didn't seem too intimidating by not speaking. This was a little girl, after all.
Zombies and Macaroons ☠ Masrur&Gaary
Its been a long struggling time of survival since the beginning of the end. Countless days have gone by, and they're all the same. Running, killing, scavenging for anything that might be useful and sleeping with one eye always open. Having no place to stay permanently was definitely what made getting through each day difficult, but upon arriving at Yamagata it seemed that that would be over. A high school that was not too far from where Masrur had arrived seemed appealing at the moment, and it was the only thing that seemed like a viable option.
After walking a few short blocks, the school building came into view and the words printed across the wall in white were clear: Yomiyama High School. The fence surrounding the grounds seemed somewhat sturdy as he climbed up and over it, despite the blood that was smeared all over it. It was going to be tough to clear out the walkers inside the building and to secure everything, but it wasn't anything he couldn't do. The part that seemed the worst to handle was the fact that he was alone, and might be for the rest of his life in this world gone to hell.
The heavy metal doors creaked as he pushed them open, and surprisingly the disturbing moans of zombies did not echo through the halls, in fact, it was completely silent. Was someone else here? Or did walkers just not manage to break in at any point? It was suspicious, and even though it was dangerous the fanalis continued inside and let the door slam behind him. He walked through the long halls slowly, prepared for anything that might jump out at him. Cautiously though, he gripped onto his bat tightly before calling out for the first time in a long time. "Hello?"