Night Of Walking Corpses.
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Thread Topic: Night Of Walking Corpses.
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(Oh, that one worked. All right, with that out of the way, let's get started, shall we?)
"Give me the remote!" A long, drawn out sigh escapes Christopher Hawkens' throat, his shoulders shrugging in defeat. He tosses the object in question onto the living room table, before laying back in his chair. It feels very comfortable, so much so that he could fall asleep. But he then remembers his situation: His father is drinking upstairs, his mother is out for the next week, he is babysitting his sisters and they have no food. All on the day of his eighteenth birthday, to boot. "Why am I the only real adult here?" He mumbles to himself, before sitting back up in the chair. He watches as the two girls constantly channel surf, wondering why he had to do this today. -
alrighty :3c)
Hoseaok's blue eyes didn't shine the way they used to.
Drained, milky, pale eyes which hesitantly darted around the clearing. Though the small store was unpopular and had terrible security, the half-infected male was overly hesitant. A sort of growl escaped from the back of the boy's throat as he leaned onto the back wall of the small store, kicking one foot up onto a nearby crate that had been abandoned in the back. Aok gently pulled it forward, checking the wood for rot. When the hard, brown material proved sturdy, the zombie-ish male let out a sigh of satisfaction and stepped up onto it, attempting to grab at a loose pipe hanging from beneath the shelter. The rusted pipe was just out of reach; Hoseaok's nimble fingers only slightly brushed the nearest end. -
Chris's eyes just manage to catch a glimpse of a news segment while the channels were switching, but what he sees makes him curious. "Go back to the news channel." He says, his sisters actually listening for once. The words "EXTREMISTS AT IT ONCE AGAIN" in bold lettering appear at the top of the screen, with the background and news anchors looking as typical as ever. The woman speaking catches his ears. "...just yesterday, in fact. Police say they went even further this time and used explosives to try to get their message across." The male news anchor turns to the female, his face devoid of any emotion. "And what would that message be, Sarah?" Chris is wondering that too, his eyes not leaving the screen. "Judgement day is upon us..." The channel is changed again before more can be said, and Chris looks away from the television. "I need to take a walk, girls. Might stop at the store on the way. Want anything?" Following the deafening silence, he slips his shoes on and opens the front door, stepping outside.
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Standing on his tip-toes and with a light jump, Aok managed to grab onto the pipe. His feet onky so slightly ran over the crate before leaving it and swinging to the side. That's when the anxiety hit, like a trainwreck.
A throaty whimper was released from the roof of the male's mouth as he dangled a few feet above the ground, holding onto the pipe like a lifeline. Though Hoseaok was no heavier than a small dog, he knew the old rusty pipe would give way long before he did. The corpse grunted as a determination flooded his barely beating heart, swinging forward on the pipe. The metal rod broke from it's bolt captor, leaving the male whod taken it to fall forward and land clumsily against the ground with a painful-sounding knock. -
After about two minutes of walking, Chris gets to the store, the surrounding neighborhood deathly quiet. How odd... The moment before he opens the door, he hears a sickeng thud, possibly coming from behind the building. Quickly and quietly, he steps around to the back of the building. He just blinks once when he sees what appears to be a corpse lying there. "Did someone just leave a body here? How awful." Chris steps forward, getting closer and eyeing the features of the body. His mind begins to race with questions that will most likely never be answered now.
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Aok groaned and tightened a fist around the pipe, sucking up the blood that had been knocked from his mouth at impact. As consciousness came to him, he fluttered open his eyes, telling out a terrified yelp when he saw Christopher, sliding back and covering his face in fear.
"P-please dont kill me.."
Hoseaok begged to the bigger male that had discovered his mistake, letting his hand leave the pipe and wipe his bloodied nose before putting his hands up in the air, surrendering or showing his peace. -
Name: Aeron Masaki.
Gender: Male.
Age: 21.
Description: 6' 11" with dyed white hair around shoulder length, Orange-redish eye, with the other being blinded by a freak accident when around five, a scar running from left side of his face, across his left eye and ending at his nose, has a mustache and beard that resembles Takeo 2.0.
Personality/traits: A mysterious individual who lost both his parents and younger sister at the age of his fifth birthday, quiet, subtle and straight to the point, a kind side which rarely sees the day. Will protect others over his own life, is one of the quickest when handling his favorite weapon: the fabled Masamune, a gift passed down through generations.
Other Tidbits: Has a very bad temper if anyone messes with those he cares about, is schizophrenic, and will attack and lash out at anyone. -
"Another day, another death." I said whilst sitting in my rented room, flipping through news channels. The owners left on some sort of trip, leaving me alone to watch everything. I glanced over at the clock, which read 5:11 P.M. Knowing they hadn't left much food to be desired, I got up and went to get ready to leave. There was a store a block away from the building that was smoking from an extremist attack, days prior. I sighed, lacing my combat boots, and glancing toward my prized possession: the legendary Masamune, a gift passed down through generations of the elder's first son. It was an honour that beared a curse. I shook my head, quickly attaching the sheath to my side and leaving the premises. It was needed now more than ever.
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(Sorry, I ended up passing out. But this is my bro. He was bored, so I invited him to join us. I hope you don't mind.
Also, I'll post when all three of us are here.) -
(As well, turn order if all right.
Myself, Lucifer, Bro.)
Christopher's eyes dare not blink, whether out of fear or fascination is up for debate. His expression softens slightly as the being in front of him seems to be afraid of him, and he extends his hand to Hoseaok with the intent of helping him to his feet. "There's no need to be frightened of me, I've no ill intentions." His voice is calm, but his eyes are still glancing around the other male's body. "What happened to you? You look like you walked right out of one of my sister's old horror movies." -
(okaay!!)
Hoseaok put his hand back down to grip the pipe tightly, using his other to pull himself up with Christopher's help. He gave the male a nod of thanks, watching him hesitanly before clearing his throat and speaking his answer. "Infection that's spreading like chickenpox, you've heard?" He asked, letting the corners of his mouth twitch into a calm smile, relaxing back. "It's dangerous to go out alone. You see people like me every now and then- except.. they don't think like me. I'm in my right mind, as the infection didn't affect me correctly.. death is around every corner, despite that, just because of my appearance," He rambled, turning and starting to climb a larger crate. "Don't judge a book by it's cover means nothing at this point." -
The night air, being warm, was cold for me. Being around five, it was as dark as night, mostly due to the amount of smoke still hanging in the air. I never got out much, only once in a great while. I had entered an alleyway, and heard voices. I silently appoached the area and lay hidden, watching two figures talking to each other. I heard bits and pieces of their conversaton. Something to do with an infection of sorts. As they climbed the crate next to me, I lay deathly still, wondering if I had to spill blood.
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Chris couldn't believe what he was hearing. "An infection, you say? I guess I haven't paid enough attention to what's been going on. What exactly happens to those who have been infected completely?" The grey haired male eyed Hoseaok in slight confusion. At that moment, the sound of shuffling feet echoed from the front of the store, a soft and woeful moaning making its way into Chris's ears.
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After a moment of silence, Hoseaok turned his head towards the sound knowingly, with a mix of surprise. The young male blinked to Chris, grabbing the roof of the store and attempting to pull himself up. He was quite agile despite his.. disfigurement. Once his entire body was on the roof, he let out a hand for Chris, nodding. "Zombies."
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