The Infection
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Thread Topic: The Infection
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[Ben?]
Michael clearly didn't like the idea. "Great..." he muttered. His thinking was the same as Dusks. -
Ally dropped her hood and tossed them a deadly glare. "You want to chop a five year olds head off and smile about it later?" She stormed away, her blonde hair swaying in the breeze as she stomped towards a two story home with a red door, blue shutters, and a big front porch.
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Dusk felt even more on edge, but she didn't know what else to do; so she followed silently. She'd worry about the Infected later.
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He could easily, and humanely, take care of the problem. However, much as he wanted to, he couldn't. Not without her go. Michael followed her inside, wary.
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Yeah Ben~ brown wolf, goofball, one of my OC's? We haven't rped together in a long time~)
Ally flew to the door open still clearly on her rage and looked around. A stair case went upstairs in the center with a kitchen behind that and a living room to the left. A hallway curved from the kitchen to a master bedroom and across that a laundry room with a bathroom. Ally dropped her stuff at the foot of the stairs and turned towards them. "Look, none of us trust each other and none of us know each other. But we might as well survive together. Names Allyson." -
(I know who Ben is. xD My rp self is in love with him. But I wasn't quite sure what you meant. I get it now.)
Dusk waited a moment, evaluating 'Allyson' before finally saying, in a tight voice, "Dusk." She tilted her head up slightly so she could look at Ally squarely and take her in with greater detail. -
[I thought into here. We need to start a RP thread...]
Michael watched them. "Michael," his evaluations were clear. "We're all obvious lone wolves, but I think we'd work well together." -
Ally decided she already liked them. "Well now that we at least know each other's names.. There's three bedrooms. Two upstairs one down here. One of the upstairs one is mine." She picked her gear up again. "Make yourselves at home." She headed up the steps.
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(I'd love to, but my schedule these days...I hardly have weekends anymore. We need to set a date when all three of us know we can be on or something.)
"I'll take the downstairs room." Dusk said, and started towards it, not really knowing where she was going. She didn't really know why, maybe because she'd be more alone. These people may seem nice enough, but she refused to trust either of them until further investigation. -
"Guess I'm in the top floor," he said, heading up the stairs. "Thank you, Ally," he said, step behind.
[Hmm... Labor Day?] -
She didn't reply. Instead she went down the left part of the hall and into a room. Throwing her stuff down she reached over her bed and slid the window open. Climbing out onto the roof she left the window open and walked towards the edge and sat down.
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(Dunno. I'll check.)
After a bit of opening random doors, Dusk found the spare bedroom. She stared at it, feeling as if she was intruding. This wasn't her home. She didn't belong here. With a small sigh, she walked inside and quickly inspected it. There were some clothes in the closet, and sheets in one of the drawers of the dresser, but not much else. -
Michael found the room, and set his bag down lightly, the bat next to him. He looked around, it was a spare room, no sheets or blankets. No problem, he'd slept on worse. When his jacket came off, the wound on his neck was visible as he rubbed it absentmindedly.
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Slowly, she took the ponytail down and let her hair fall around her shoulders. "What am I doing?" She mumbled to herself and stood up. She started to pace about the roof, and knew if he looked out from the window he would see her. Or, the girl downstairs would most likely hear her foot steps. Lost in thought she sped up her pacing slightly.
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(Sorry guys. My play opened this week and I have a weekend packed with acting and s---. I'll be able to be on more next week.)
Dusk started to put the sheets on the bed. The room looked so foreign. The sound of pattering came from above her head. Almost like footsteps. With a frown, she paused uncertainly.
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