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Post by titee on Feb 15, 2017 0:24:45 GMT -6
No shit they heard the gunfire.
Molly lazily shielded her eyes from the sun as she gazed out into the horde of incoming zombies. This entire situation was Io's fault, so like hell was she going to be cooperative with him, even if that meant putting herself in danger. She never had a particularly strong sense of self preservation anyway. "My ass can only move so fast," Molly droned groggily as she stepped into the van and slammed it's door behind her.
Molly peered over Io's seat, blinking sleep out of her eyes. "You hotwire that all by yourself? Good job, you learned something."
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Post by cassiroll on Feb 15, 2017 21:27:42 GMT -6
jerry got in the car with io there you go
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Feb 17, 2017 15:17:41 GMT -6
Io didn't bother waiting until Jerry closed the door, once the man was in the vehicle Io backed out of the gas station and floored it. He'd already been having an off day with the people around him being extra critical of his choices, but accompanied by the fact that they didn't get what they needed from the town left a sour taste in his mouth. That's an hour wasted, god damnit. He turned onto the freeway at the first chance he got and begun cruising down the road, clearly not in the mood for his usual driving antics.
He let out an annoyed sigh and turned to Dan. "We need to stop in the next town." He spoke up. "We got like nothing in that town. And I know, I know, its my fault, I take full responsibility for it." He waved his hand at the group before anyone could berate him. "You guys can stay in the car when we get to the next town and I'll get what we need. Dan can give me a list and I'll just do it this time, no funny business, alright?" He finished as he looked back at the road, watching street signs and broken down cars slowly pass by.
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Feb 17, 2017 22:11:21 GMT -6
Name - 18 Age - 29 Gender - Appears to be fluid, but most often uses they. Sexuality - Also appears fluid; most often bi. Height - 5' 7" Weight - 157lbs Personality - It can seem to change in very slight ways at times but for the most part; they are disciplined, they are quick thinking yet also relaxed and laid back. Sociable but not too open to others. Wary of danger and smart about how to avoid it. Backstory (Optional) - When pressed about it they will claim "I don't know." Additional Info - They are a professional cyclist, and work out often. Their bike is their main source of transportation. Due to numerous allergies they wear a face mask most times to prevent large fits of sneezing. At times they may identify under different names, genders and sexualities, but when questioned later will try to excuse it. Appearance  18 straddled their bike, stretching their arms above their head. They had woke up only twenty minutes prior and had already done a few warm-up stretches preparing for their "morning ride"- which was always a morning ride regardless of what time they wake. Rides were always encumbered by their large pack, but after a while they had grown used to it; used to checking the bag would be secure on their back, to checking that the lunch box they carried, which they kept whatever food they did not eat in, was tied securely- by its strap- to the handle bars. Everything in check, 18 began off. Riding down the road, they wove through cars at a moderate pace keeping their eyes diligent on the surroundings. Things were always pretty quiet and still these days, at least on the outside. However as they rode further and further, as they continued to ride, something caught their attention. A sound. Cars actually driving along the road. Moving out further into the road, making them more visible, they slowed their peddling as they turned to get a look at the moving vehicle. 'Worst things worst they'll just kill me, right?' 18 remarked as they thought over their choice. Keeping between and behind any cars left lying about was best for trying to avoid any dangers, but the way they saw it 'These people were either friends or killers.' In their mind it couldn't matter, the risk. Turning their head back to the road in front of them they resumed the moderate speed of their peddling and signaled a wave. |
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Post by zenguardian on Feb 18, 2017 20:27:15 GMT -6
"Because I care about my hearing, Io! Firing in enclosed spaces is very debilitating! Just hurry up!" Dan continued downing the Immortals, cursing verbally every time he had to waste a bullet on them. Ammunition had become a very valuable commodity. Finding it wasn't easy in the slightest. If the zombies actually stayed down, one bullet per dead motherfucker might have been worth it by some modicum. Unfortunately as it were, it was only an extremely finite method to prolong one's own demise. As soon as everyone had gotten into the vehicle, Io pulled away from the gas station, leaving the undead denizens behind. Dan put the safety on the gun and set it on the dash as he clicked his seatbelt into place. It was quiet and tense for a bit, but as they sped down the streets and soon found their way onto yet another highway, they soon settled back into the monotony of what was now common occurrence. Dan fiddled with his phone, scrolling through a map of the area they were in, already trying to calculate where they should go next. They could cover a great distance with the amount of gas they'd scavenged. And the van was infinitely better than the car they had before. It was relatively comfy and spacious. And the seatbelts weren't actually boas in disguise. Dan was overall quite pleased with Io's choice. Now if only this had been his first choice, they might have been able to avoid the events that ensued... but anyway, back to the map. Dan considered whether or not going further North would potentially yield favorable results, but before he could further ponder such things, Io had spoken up for the first time since they'd scrammed out of the last town. He let out an annoyed sigh and turned to Dan. "We need to stop in the next town." He spoke up. "We got like nothing in that town. And I know, I know, its my fault, I take full responsibility for it." He waved his hand at the group before anyone could berate him. "You guys can stay in the car when we get to the next town and I'll get what we need. Dan can give me a list and I'll just do it this time, no funny business, alright?" He finished as he looked back at the road, watching street signs and broken down cars slowly pass by. " Huh?" Dan said, turning his head to look at Io. "Are you an idiot? I'm going with you." He sat back in his seat and sighed, rubbing his forehead. The inklings of a headache that he was feeling earlier had grown into a full on pain. "While I'm glad you realize the faults of your ways, why are you acting like this is the first time you've done something like this? Remember Toledo? God, that was horrible. If I haven't left you even after all of those other times, rest assured I'm not going to abandon you over something as trivial as this," he said, moving his finger in a circular motion, indication that it was the van he was referring to. "...Though I did consider it." he smirked. He wen't silent for a second, turning to peer out the windshield. "Wait, do you see that?" He pointed a finger in the direction of what appeared to be... a person on a bicycle? |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Feb 20, 2017 19:14:14 GMT -6
Io remained silent as he continued driving down the road, his face stone cold as Dan responded. He let out shallow sigh as they passed a '25 Miles Until The Next Exit' sign, only snapping out of his daze once the mention of something else was on the road. His first instinct was that it was just another Immortal trudging along, the man nearly flooring it out of instinct to run the being down until he noticed.... was it.... on a bike..?
Io drove up along side the person, rolling down the window on Dan's side and leaning towards the blue haired man's window. "Uuuuuh, hey, you goin' somewhere?" He called out. "We got room in here if you want us to drop you off somewhere or...something?" He continued slowly driving along side the biker as he awaited their response.
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Post by Missy R. on Feb 21, 2017 5:20:26 GMT -6
"I don't know," Elena replied, trembling. She wasn't sure if she even wanted to shoot. It would be a sin to waste ammo on a foul aim. She ran her hand over Snickerdoodle to calm herself down, looking at Mason. Whatever he needed her to do, she would do, but her confidence was failing her. ( shkey i'm so sorry i didn't notice your reply until now!!!!!) |
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Post by shkey on Feb 22, 2017 4:36:12 GMT -6
"I don't know," Elena replied, trembling. "Lucky day, you don't have to learn right now." Everyone had finally moved off into their respective cars, and as soon as Io went forwards, so did he, getting away from the shambling hordes shortly before they would have started gnawing on his back bumper. He would definitely need some time to forgive Io for such a reckless close call. For now, though, the only thing that could talk back was Elena, and so she was going to get talked to. "It's been what, three, going on four years now? You really oughta learn. .22-caliber rifles are good to learn on, they're no use against the Immortals so it's hunting or practice. I'll see what small things I can get you so you at least learn the basics of a firearm." He was quiet, and drummed at the steering wheel with his human hand, right one on the armrest, hovering near the stick. He had to lean his head out of the window to see what Io was slowing for, getting ready to crank the window up (amazing how the air quality was once people were gone) in case of a clump of those blasted Immortals was up ahead. No good getting blood in the cab. But, it was a person, on a bike, pedalling along. He slowed to the appropriate speed, and kept up behind, blinking at the biker just... Pedaling along. Like it was no big deal. He had a filter mask on, probably to keep bugs from getting in his nose or something, that he could see as the guy turned his head. He didn't catch what was being said, but figured Io would not handle it well, and half waited for a shitstorm and half paid attention to the road. He wasn't going to crash from being a damn rubbernecker. Snickerdoodle mrrowed at the passenger petting him. |
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Post by Missy R. on Feb 23, 2017 3:16:21 GMT -6
Elena shrugged her shoulders and looked at Mason. "I guess I was always too worried about losing precious ammo. It was always easier to run from danger and have someone shoot down enemies for me as opposed to wasting bullets without a single one of them hitting," she said, rushing through her explanation. She didn't like that she had to admit to one of her faults so early, but she did have her stupid moments like everyone else. "I only lost my group recently, but you must admit I've had some skill to survive as long as I have. I just....haven't gotten the hang of using a gun well yet."
Elena also looked up and saw the biker, hoping that there would be less issues with them and Io. Considering Io pulled a gun at her head when he saw her, she half expected there to be the sound of a firing gun if the biker posed a threat.
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Feb 28, 2017 1:23:12 GMT -6
(((((sorry for the prolonged response, things got pretty disrupted like pretty close to the day ((i forgot i was even writing this hahahaha oops)) but yeah things dickity dang happened. tldr switching FUCKS. me. UP. i forget things bad when it happens too much. which. no surprise there. memory loss. DID. theyre kinda together in a way.))))) Io drove up along side the person, rolling down the window on Dan's side and leaning towards the blue haired man's window. "Uuuuuh, hey, you goin' somewhere?" He called out. "We got room in here if you want us to drop you off somewhere or...something?" He continued slowly driving along side the biker as he awaited their response. "Going somewhere?" They looked over and laughed. "Oh, no, just going for a morning ride. We aren't really going off anywhere specific." The rider known as 18's voice was somewhat deep and feminine, sounding as if they were yelling slightly. A natural way to compensate for the mask. "Though if you guys are searchin' for another mate, feel free. Just as long as there's a place for my bike." For a moment they paused looking over the road, studying it, then looked over into the vehicle. "Name's 18. Like the numbers eight and ten. I'm a cyclist, pretty intuitive when it comes to avoiding danger." |
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