Soap?
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Thread Topic: Soap?
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Uhh.. So many decisions ;-; FxF or MxF. You pick! I'm always hungry oh my gawsh. I have a snack drawer in my room so I don't have to go into the kitchen and get it.
Ye. Exactly. -
MxF. Do you wanna be the boy, or the girl?
I wish I was allowed to have one of those. xD I'd attract bugs, though. I have a bunch of peppermints, though~
Whoo. -
Female~ I feel like being sassy today. My mom dosent know xD It's carefully hidden away. Oohh peppermints are amazing.
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^-^ Okay.
I ='m not very good at hiding things..
Yes, yes they are.
So, charries? -
Hm. I could teach you my ways young one >:)
Yes ma'am~ -
Name: Mareth Cross
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Art credit to Shido.
Wears: When all of this started, he packed a bag with whatever clothes he grabbed first, and hit the road. In turn, he has a lot of pastel button-downs, a spare beanie, jeans, running shoes, and work boots.
Weapons: Mareth has a small hand gun, but he only uses it in emergencies. He prefers to use a throwing knife kit that he inherited when his father turned.
Personality: Mareth is extremely kind hearted, and painfully nice. It's his fatal flaw. He cares too much, and invests himself into things way too much.
Short Bio:
Mareth worked for a lumber company during the summer, and, in fact, was at work when the alert went out. His parents were split, and his little sister lives with his mom. His dad and him were on their way to find them when his dad got bit. Mareth is still headed towards where he thinks his sister could be- All the way across the country. -
Name: Cassy Jane Harp
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Wears: Cassy typically wears black shirts and skinny jeans but she managed to pack a small bag with clothes. Always wears a lose sweatshirt with her school name on it. Oakwood High. Black and white converse. Has a pistol and a number of knives around her hips.
Personality: C.J is the type of girl who's ready to run her mouth to anyone and anything without a second thought. Sassy and sarcastic she'd rather walk away from her problems then deal with them straight on. Flirty also~
Short Bio: C.J was at college when it happened, watching as her friends slowly dwindled down. Now she's heading towards home to see if her family is still alive or not with her pet all black German shepard, Sadie. -
You start?
I'll brb. -
Yup. Okay~)
Cassy paused, her heart racing in her chest as a Walker walked behind her hiding spot slowly. Sadie was waiting quietly next to and the dogs hair was standing up on it's neck. They were currently hiding behind a white shed in someone's yard, in North Carolina. Once it walked past she tapped the dogs nose and together to two ran into the house and she shut the door behind her. "Sadie, search." The dog took off and explored the house and returned without finding any of the dead. "Good girl.. Now let's see what we can find.." She began to look for food in the kitchen and managed to find some cans of beans and peaches. It was about midday outside and knowing she would be safe for the moment she sat down on the dusty couch and started to eat a can of beans between herself and the dog. -
Mareth had finally decided that it was a bit too hot for his hat. As upset as that made him, he took it off, and tucked it into his belt, arming himself with two knives in order to make room for it. He held one in each hand, picking his way through the woods. It had been a while since he had seen a living person. Of course, the dead were everywhere, but an actual, real, talking, breathing person.. He needed to hear another human being.
However, the first thing on his mind was food. He needed to eat, and badly. Game had been scarce as of late. -
Once they were finished with their meager meal C.J went to work on exploring the house. Her nose twitched and she sneezed loudly due to the dust laying around the house. "Well Sadie.. I think the last group we got away from didn't follow us." The dog wagged her tail and stuck her tounge out. "I'm taking that as an agreement. See, this is why we get along." She chuckled and stepped into a room and flinched as if slapped. It was a nursery. Blood was smeared on both the wall and in the crib. It made her think of her baby brother at home.. If he was even alive.
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Bleh.)
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