Mission: Z, IC

[Mobley Eats]

Carter Yamanashi | Location: Carter and Cecilio's House/Kitchen | Interactions: Cecilio



It was a safe haven. The exact goal that Carter had vied miles and hurdled countless egos to achieve. So much flattery tossed one way and tediously picking apart another's mind the other way, so much tip-toeing every moment he ate and slept and uttered a single damn word--so much. And hell, he did his job right; no one else could pull this shit off better than the swagalicious Queen C herself. So yeah, he'd done it. Huzzah hoorah and all the other "ah"s. Victory, biatches.

Except he felt far from triumphant.

What was the point of establishing his life, when the point of living was to find Maya? Three months. Three fucking months and he had yet to take a step closer to DC. The first month passed with relative normalcy; he upheld the signature sass, class, and all that scrumptious ass. All of the swirling miasma caking against his skull like plaque remained invisible to his group's eyes, just as he wanted. Then came the second month and along with it a bubbling anxiety. The signs had started off small and easy enough to hide. The random jiggling of the leg as he found himself waiting in one spot for whatever reason. The extended smoking periods out on the back porch. The somewhat shortened tolerance for, well, anyone's petty bullshit; if it wasn't his own special brand of 90210 playful drama, then he didn't want any part of it (aside from watching in the background and sipping tea, obviously).

And now, the third month. There wasn't much of a change from the second month phase. Well, except that Walty was getting chattier and more antsy, which Carter perfectly understood. Maya was his daughter and the Japanese American's goddaughter; they were fucking worried. Sometimes--rarely--Carter would slip up and accidentally reply to his best friend out loud. It was pure luck alone that he hadn't done so in front of someone else... and it would stay that way. Or so help his lavish dildo and flavored lube collection. It was hard as hell finding those!

Carter was currently located in the kitchen of a home--one that he shared with the tall glass of sugar, rum, and Italian spice (Cecilio). Maybe even a hit of lemon juice. Vodka? Yeah, vodka. Either way, it helped being roomies with the man, as he proved to be wonderful eye candy, especially when Carter needed a fun way to pick up his mood. And let's be honest here, Cece honty is way too easy to get all riled up and flustered. Poor baby gonna die of a heart attack before I get around to offering him a happy ending, he thought with a chuckle. Okay. Fine. He technically had offered one last month, but the insinuation had flown straight over Cecilio's head. Figures. Casually, he blew a cloud of smoke through the window, which he had enough courtesy to open beforehand, his legs swinging back and forth idly from his spot atop the counter. Eh--he should probably step out soon. Scrape up what he could about the area, whatever dirt he could compile, and hopefully convince Dex that staying here for much longer was... against their favor.

Heh, good luck with that, Queen C. Mount Cinnabon's fucking attached to his place tighter than a fresh gay's ass. Rolling his eyes, Carter snuffed out the cigarette before shouting out, "Cece hontyyyy! I'm heading out, don't miss me too bad~!" He hopped down and started heading for the exit, though he moved slowly in case Cecilio needed anything before he left.

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Inventory
On person
P226 Sig Sauer (10/10 loaded)
Sylvie's Machete

Backpack
AR-15 (21 x 5.56 rounds, 1 mags)
1x Jug of Benzene Oil
Handful of Industrial Wipes
Strip of dirty cloth/fabric
Industrial Flashlight

Personality/Internal-wise
Fabulousness
Bittersweet memories
Undeniable (yet still denied) fondness for Evie & Hero
Beef with Dean
Walter's ghost plaguing his mind

Outfit

 

[Mobley Eats]

Rimon Galocha "Momo" | Location: Nashville Community | Interactions: Ryan @VengefulPeanut


It was all fun and games until Momo took in the horror that fluttered across her housemate's features. Oh dear. She was moving forward the moment Ryan's loss of balance registered in her mind and yet, despite her agility, it wasn't enough to spare the poor man of a harsh landing. Wincing from the sound of impact, Momo gingerly crouched down beside him to gather his crutch before hauling him up to his feet cautiously, his arm draped around her shoulder. The concern flooding her visage was as clear as day. Jesus, she hoped that fall hadn't shattered or bruised anything. She knew that Ryan wasn't exactly a fragile man, but he was still a friend, and anyone in possession of that relationship with her just had to deal with her fretting.

Momo guided him over to sit on her bed, then held up both hands before him to signal a mix of "Stay there" and "One moment". She scurried back over to the crime scene (Ah... did she just make a joke? Was it as most considered... weak? Probably) and retrieved the book he had dropped. Atonement. A wonderful choice, in her honest opinion, though she would need to warn him ahead of time that the ending was somewhat disconcerting. On the bright side, it held arguably the most famous and well-written sex scene in literary history. Well, those were the reviews' opinions, not hers. Reading it felt... minimal, to be perfectly honest. Just as he was about to return, a last second thought prompted her to snag her personal journal from the book stash as well and sat next to Ryan.

As she plopped the book in Ryan's lap, she opened her journal and jotted down a message in strangely sloppy yet eloquent handwriting. She slid the open page over for him to read.

"Are you alright? I'd say I'm sorry that happened, but Karma frowns upon snoopers, doesn't she?"

A tiny smirk pulled at her lips, though the concern still lurked underneath.

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Inventory
On Person
Cotton-knit oversized sweater
Black jeans
Sneakers
Personal Journal

Backpack
Secret tea stash (Jasmine and Black)
Moby Dick by Herman Melville (Special Golden Edition)
Photos of Momo and her best friend (deceased)
Wrapping gauze/fist tape

Personality
Selective Mute
Constant craving for meditation and books
Protectiveness of/friendship with Ryan
Steadily increasing fascination of resident dork (Bea)
Always curious​

 

[VengefulPeanut]

Ryan Taylor

Interactions: Momo @Mobley Eats ​

As Ryan's form was spread pathetically across the ground, his expression had gone from pained to blank. How was he even supposed to be feeling in that moment? What was more shameful, the fact that he couldn't even stand up quickly anymore or he just got caught peeping into a girl's closet like some sort of perverted middle-school kid. Sensing Momo move closer to him, his eyes looked up to her almost apologetically - both for the snooping and that she was now having to help him to his feet. He did his best to assist her. A rogue grunt of pain escaped from his throat despite his best attempts to suppress them.

"Look, Momo, I..." he began before she signed for him to remain in position on the bed. With a long exhale, he nodded as his hand unconsciously guided to his knee, gently rubbing at the mark the crossbow bolt responsible for his condition had left him. When she plopped back down, he was instantly able to discern what she was doing. It had been a weird relationship from the start between them. He had come out of the hospital bitter and angry, scornful of everything around him, even scornful of the fact that he was still alive. When they told him he had to move in with someone, the anger in him only swelled; the anticipation of ceaseless questions and prying into his condition, his background. You can imagine his shock when he met Momo. Of course, there were communication difficulties at first. However, the two had managed to develop into a peaceful co-existence.

As his eyes scanned the scrawled letters on the page of her journal, a renegade smile danced across his lips and a breathy chuckle followed. "I'm fine," he nodded. "And yeah, seems Karma does... especially when your housemate is secretly a ninja - I didn't even hear you come in."

 

[Dakota K5]

Otto Williams
Interaction: Gate guards
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The ones at the gate waved him through to the small area reserved for returning scavengers or guards, he checked in his rifle as well as delivered the map into the hands of the senior officer. Most of them had known what Otto had went out to do and with both surprise and happy looks greeted him, after all this meant more and possibly better spots for the scavenger teams to hit. As he turned in his rifle he was handed a belt with both a holster, a pistol and spare magazines to which he gave an exacerbated sigh, Otto had signed on to be part of the semi regular police force for Nashville when they first arrived since most of them were seen more as independent peace keepers for what little trouble tended to spring up rather than investigators for crimes since the rate of it was rather low here. No rest for the wicked it seemed as Otto wouldn't have much time to do anything else but start a patrol for the day, the man behind the desk scratched the back of his head sheepishly as he handed Otto a pen and note pad to sign out the pistol and it's ammo.

After sorting that out Otto made his way out of the guard area and into the city proper as both people and animals shuffled about going along their daily routine, Otto didn't like the crowds so he ducked into an alley to avoid most of the hustle and bustle of the streets. He hummed to himself as he looked to snake his patrol around and see if he could catch any of the old group to chat with as he seemed to be missing the company of those few he called friends.
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On Person:
1x Handgun (Nashville owned)
2x 15 round magazines
1x Knife
1x canteen

 

[VengefulPeanut]

Ben Langwith

Interactions: Willow @JJ
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It had been a rather lazy morning for Ben: sleeping in, eating breakfast, generally being idle - boring. There was never anything happening in the house which he shared with his father and twin sister. His dad was always at work and his sister was always studying or painting or embarking on some other daddy's girl endeavor. Whether it was the boredom or the desire to one-up his sister that had caused him to propose a race, he didn't know... all he knew was that as they flew round the back of the crop fields, his sister was a lot faster than he remembered. Still, he had no interest in losing. If he lost, his ego would never recover. Giving everything he had, he hurtled towards the pre-set finishing that was the barn. His chest was starting to heave, each breath in bringing agony like he was swallowing a maelstrom of tiny shards of glass. No, can't give up. The sound of his sisters feet striking the ground just behind him was all the encouragement he needed. Just... a little further and... "Ha-ha!" he cheered out, fingertips striking the wood of the barn before the rest of his body crashed into it. He took a deep breath in, turning to face his sister with a smug grin. "And to think you... nearly- nearly tripped me over back there," he gloated, breathing heavily, desperate to fill his lungs with oxygen as every muscle in his body cried out.

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[VengefulPeanut]

Shane Clarke

Interactions: Aveline @Himilo
​

Stopping what he was doing completely, he turned to face her and extended his hand towards the front door. "Not a problem," he offered, kindly. "I've got some leaflets to be making, if ye want to help? Four hands are better than the two, no?" A sensation of happiness flooded through Shane's body. While he'd been accepted by the council and allowed to open his church, many of the residents had been apprehensive to come and see him. If it wasn't orthodox, run-of-the-mill Christianity, it seems people weren't interested. "Besides, I find a warm cup of tea and a chat always helps with feelings of becoming lost."

 

[JJ]

Nashville, TN | 20 February 2027 - Mid Morning

WEATHER: mild, clear skies, about 50f (around 10c)

Fiona's fingertips touched the wall ten seconds after Ben's, only, two feet further along as she took effort to avoid crashing into him. "You only won because," she paused to suck in a breath of air, then exhale heavily "you cut me off, you shit. That's why you almost tripped."

Sinking to the ground with her back against the barn, Fiona laced her fingers together behind her head and tried to slow her breathing as Ben gasped beside her like a fish out of water. Truth be told, Fiona was a little bit of a sore loser, especially when it was her brother, and they were always competing for something. More often than not, when it came to any sort of physical show of ability, Ben was the winner - but she was smarter.

"Let's play chess or something," she demanded with a cocky grin. At least then she could regain her title of Superior Twin over Ben, as was her right. "C'mon, it's what, noon? We can-" Fiona's eyes suddenly widened, and she vaulted to her feet. "Shit it's noon, we're supposed to be at the gate."

INVENTORY (FIONA)
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Wearing
Khaki pants, blue shirt, gray sweater, sneakers

On Person
6" Buck Knife
Lobster Joint
Disposable Lighter

Food & Water
30oz Canteen [full]

Stashed at Home
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[JJ]

Nashville, TN | 20 February 2027 - Mid Morning

WEATHER: mild, clear skies, about 50f (around 10c)

Interactions: Lobster @Jack Robinson

It was relaxing, almost hypnotically so, to just sit and let Lobster talk. So he did, content just to listen, sipping cautiously at the mug of tea. It tasted a little funny, but it wasn't bad. His eyes strayed to Hero, who had decided the chickens were no threat and flopped at Dexter's feet, in between him and the fire. After a while, when Lobster stopped talking, it became clear that it was his turn, and Dexter took another drink, thankfully it had cooled to a comfortable temperature. "We, uh... we've been here a few months now," he said, careful to keep it 'we' and not refer to himself, specifically. "It's safe... that's really all that matters now, right?"

He didn't quite know how to answer any of the other questions. Dex rarely talked about his feelings to anyone other than Evie, and even then it was often pried unwillingly. So he just let the queries hang, redirecting the conversation to something a little more... shallow.

"It's a beautiful day, yeah..." he agreed, though the breeze at the exposed back of his neck disagreed vehemently. "I heard you had a greenhouse. Are you growing any flowers this time of year?"

INVENTORY (DEXTER)
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Wearing
jeans, blue long-sleeve flannel w/black undershirt, brown boots, dogtags

On Person
Black Backpack
Hunting Knife, with Sheath [left hip]

In Bag
Minor First Aid Kit
Small LED Flashlight
Letter from his Father
Change of Clothing

Food & Water
17oz Bottled Water [3]

Stashed at Home
.50 Cal Desert Eagle (15/15)
Wes's Colt
.50cal Rounds x32
9mm Rounds x46​

 

[VengefulPeanut]

Ben and Fiona Langwith and Willow Swann
@VengefulPeanut and @JJ Collab

Interactions: Eri @Rosé Moon ​

Ben's eyebrows drew inwards, confused. Shaking his head, oblivious to what she was referencing, he asked, "Gate, what're you talking about?"

"We're supposed to get a bunch of new people today? How can you forget that?" Ignoring the obvious fact that she, also, had forgotten. Were it a cartoon, a light bulb might have flashed above Ben's head. However, the shocked - yet enlightened - expression that washed across his face was enough of an indicator to his sudden understanding. A strangled gasp escaped him, his breathing still heavy as he bit into his index finger and winced.

"Fuck..." he groaned, still grimacing. "Oh shit, Willow's going to kill us."

Fiona mirrored the grimace. "If we run," she started glumly. "We could make it in fifteen minutes."

"Run!?" He was barely regaining his breath from their last sprint, let alone to run across the whole settlement. "Ah, shit. We haven't got much choice, do we?"

"Not unless you want to steal a horse?" she smirked, causing Ben's eyes to widen. He looked to her desperately.

"Can we?" he asked, earnestly.

"No, Ben. I don't even know how to ride a horse. Do you?" Without looking back, she turned and sprinted towards the front gates. Ben wasn't even looking when she bolted, mid-sentence about how they could give it a go when he saw her fleeing into the distance. There wasn't an ounce of his body that wanted to run again apart from his pride... that was enough.

Both of them ran through the settlement, panting as they went. Thankfully, it wasn't any sort of formal appointment they had so they could afford to turn up sweaty and tired. As they neared the gate, the familiar blonde locks of Willow stood before them and, beyond her, a stream of new arrivals passing through the gate.

Willow turned when they approached, frowning at the state of them. "Are you being chased?" she asked in a critical tone, peering around them to double check.

"No," Fiona gasped. "We're just," another breath, "trying to get in shape, right Ben?" She elbowed him in the ribs, not hard. Ben, who was deep in the throes of recovery, could barely utter out a response. Instead, he simply opted to nod before interlocking his fingers behind his head and taking deep breaths.

"Right." Willow was very obviously not buying it, but she offered little more than an eyeroll, gaze lingering on Ben for a split second before she addressed Fiona. "Anyway, there's like, thirty new people. We're supposed to like, each pick someone to show around or whatever, but most of them are going straight to the barracks to start signing up for militia training and stuff, sooooo…" she gestured vaguely at a group of half a dozen standing off to themselves, while the rest were gathered around and receiving instruction from a very loud Ranger.

"Look at that guy in the cowboy hat," Fiona snickered quietly. Willow's lips twitched but that was it.

"There are more than enough guides here, we can just ditch if you want?" she suggested to the twins.

"What about her?" Ben finally spoke, pointing out the solitary-looking goth girl who was wandering further into the settlement.

"I don't think she's your type, Benjamin." Willow's voice was serious, but she exchanged a glance with Fiona and both girls snorted in an attempt to hold back laughter.

After a minute or so of composure, Fiona added, "she does look a little overwhelmed, though. Let's show her around. Maybe introduce her to our friend? I've got one left." She mimicked flicking a lighter next to her mouth.

"Fiona Langwith, are you suggesting what I think you are?" Ben asked, obtusely and teasingly.

"Yeah but I only have one more, so at some point we have to re-up." She looked between them.

"I'll talk to Lobster, don't worry about it!" he chirped, punching her softly in the arm. "That guy's practically giving it away, anyway."

"Okay, fine. But only if she's cool after we talk to her a while, yeah?" Waving her hand in the air, Fiona attempted to catch the woman's attention. "Hey! Over here!"

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[Jack Robinson]

LOBSTER

Location: The Barn
Interacting with Dex @JJ

Lobster sat and smiled at Dex as he spoke. Not a talkative fellow. Lobster didn't blame him. The world wasn't very friendly. Not much time to work on conversation skills or even to have conversations about anything other than survival. They were blessed to be able to sit here and just...talk. Talk about nothing. It was freeing. It was good for the soul. And he was sure this poor, stressed out young man could truly use a truly meaningless interaction.

"Safety is important, but it isn't everything, brother," Lobster mused, "I'd rather be out in the thick of a horde of monsters than cooped up safe somewhere that sucks the soul out of you. Safety won't fulfill what you desire most." He could tell his random thoughts and sayings weren't something Dex was comfortable with. Not yet, at least. He was new, after all. Relatively.

"I do have a greenhouse," Lobster said with a smile, "Were you looking to procure some of my produce, brother?" Lobster winked at him. "You're welcome to do so. There's too much stress out there. Chill out. Relax. Smoke some green. Enjoy yourself." Lobster took a sip of tea and smacked his lips. "So...you have been enjoying your time here, then? Don't miss the outside world? I understand, of course. But man, what I wouldn't give to be able to get back out there. See how much the nation's really changed since I've been here. I know it's dangerous. But there's something out there for us. Man wasn't made to be anywhere but at the top of the food chain. So I doubt that we're done for. As a species, I mean. I think we'll bounce back. But we won't until we get out there and change something."

He waved his hand dismissively. "Sorry. I ramble. It's a luxury I can afford. What are you up to today, brother? Anything interesting?"

 

[Rosé Moon]

Eriees Kameo
The Gate
Interacting with: @VengefulPeanut and @JJ

To be honest, this was probably the best time for something like that to happen. Eriees tried her best to look anything but approachable, to tended warm up to people when she'd drank a couple shots. Luckily, she had had more than that by now. It didn't stop her emerald ebbs from widening as the two called out to her. She patted herself, instinctually, as if ensuring she didn't have anything of value to steal.

She didn't. So with a quick movement, she regrouped her flask and almost emptied her flask before answering.

"O-oh! Hi!" She did her best to sound friendly, but it just sounded heavily buzzed and nervous.

"Are you guys, like, a welcoming committee? Where can I refill my flask? Or something!?"

It was pretty awfully clear that... something was off about her. Her hands jittered around as she spoke, and her eyes bore into them piercingly, and that was because she was analyzing then. Taking in their features and trying to memorize them. She thought she was doing a decent job, but... that was the bourbon.

 

[Mobley Eats]

Rimon Galocha "Momo" | Location: Nashville Community | Interactions: Ryan @VengefulPeanut

Momo's posture straightened a bit in playful pride at the ninja compliment. Although her mutism came with...disadvantages, she always carried the capability to jest about it. Most of the time. Thus, she merely smirked and a pressed a single finger over her lips, before jotting down her next message.

"Ancient Momo Secret, Mr. Snooper. And if you were so starved for a good read, just ask. My stash is always open. This is a wonderful choice; I expect extensive chapter by chapter reactions."

She patted the novel in question, the one that she had handed Ryan. Atonement was an interesting tale, one that had Momo gaping and shaking her head at erratic intervals. There were characters that she wished to...delicately throttle and others that she wished to cradle into a warm hug.

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Inventory
On Person
Cotton-knit oversized sweater
Black jeans
Sneakers
Personal Journal

Backpack
Secret tea stash (Jasmine and Black)
Moby Dick by Herman Melville (Special Golden Edition)
Photos of Momo and her best friend (deceased)
Wrapping gauze/fist tape

Personality
Selective Mute
Constant craving for meditation and books
Protectiveness of/friendship with Ryan
Steadily increasing fascination of resident dork (Bea)
Always curious​

 

[Himilo]

Aveline
Location: Nashville, TN (Church)​

"That is true," she follows him. "As well a productive way to pass time… I didn't mean to interrupt what you had been doing. This place just seems so… quiet. Is it usually like this?" It wasn't a negative thing, it actually would be nice to be someplace quiet that won't cause her to dissociate and wander to the edge of the universe.

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ON PERSON:

- Sneakers
- Black turtleneck
- Dark blue jeans
- black socks
- Black coat
- Baseball Bat (main weapon)
- Silver lighter (in back pocket)

IN PACK:

- Corey's stuffed animal
- Picture of Aveline and Corey
- Small pistol
- 4x pistol rounds
- Baby wipes (doesn't actually smell like babies)
- Bagged and labeled medicine: Ibuprofen (6x), Benadryl (8x), Tylenol (4x)
- Bagged band-Aids (7x)

OUTFIT:

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[Mr.Scales ⚖]

Martin Patterson

Day drinking
Interactions: No one
Nashville Community

Meetings, Meeting, and much more meetings. Part of being apart of the council meant every second of the day can be used for during your job, So he was relieved to see that it was a slow day in the town, which meant Martin could finally take things slow for the day and relax.

Martin's eyes slowly opened as they usually had at this certain time, he sat up and looked over to the right at his window, seeing that it was bright outside but still looked a bit dark still, meant that he woke up pretty damn early. Martin jumped up off the bed and stretched his arms out like they were about to fall off. He then walked over to his closet putting on one of his regular pair of camouflage pants and a plain brown shirt and his old dirty gas station Harley Davidson hat.

Thinking that he finally woke up ahead of his son, he pushed open the door to see an already slept in bed with the blanket pulled over the top left of the bed. He sighed knowing that the boy was purposely waking up this early to avoid his father, they never had a great relationship but he was really worried for him and just wanted to spend some time with him since they were all that they had.

After leaving the house he decided to take the long way to the bar to say hello to others, he had a good reputation around the whole community, he doesn't know really one person who truly dislikes him. After a few "Mornings" and "Hellos" Martin walked over to the local bar to get some air and start some morning drinking, it wasn't healthy but hell if it doesn't take great.
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On person:
1x hunting knife in his sock
2x handguns, one in the holster and the other in the waistband.
1x map of Nashville and surrounding areas

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[Hexatech]

Cecilio & Ringo

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Location: Somewhere in Jackson
Interactions: Carter ​

It was a bit of a time settling into Nashville at first having heavy doubts about this town being 'safe'. However the Cecilio's paranoia wasn't unfounded as during his nomadic journey towards Georgia he witnessed settlement after settlement being brought down through a variety of means. It likely didn't help he'd had to endure keeping his group safe at every waking moment from an other threats that intended to prematurely end their journey. He especially didn't take to kindly to being 'relieved' of his weapons either though for the sake of his group he endured it and their initial quarantine. Eventually after settling in Cecilio first volunteered for the Militia and after some time learned the town needed people with medical experience which he promptly decided to teach knowing his experience could prove more than valuable to people.

Since then Cecilio had become more comfortable within the settlement and taught medical aid classes to anyone who was willing to learn. For today though it was his off day or at least until his patrol during the evening though he heard Carter call out telling him he was heading out. Part of him didn't so much mind Carter finding him as a bit of comedic relief when things got heavy though his innuendo's and advances were as subtle as driving a tank through a wall. Still he appreciated the man for his friendship regardless even if he teased about offering more than that. He threw on his jacket and checked his revolver making sure it was loaded though deciding it'd be better to just come back and get it when his patrol started. "Alright. I'm gonna go pick up Ringo from the kennel. I've got late patrol so don't get spooked if I'm home late." He replied as he prepared to leave the house himself.

Cecilio also decided to drop by and check out the farm as well as do a little trade with Lobster if he was around. Hell he might just bring his guitar since it'd be a while before he needed to worry about his patrol. He had change of mind going back to his room and deciding to just bring his weapon with him just to save the trip.

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Inventory
1x Colt Le901-16s w/ bayonet (15 rounds)
1x 4-14x scope
3x Rifle Magazines (4 loaded)
1x Large canteen ( 4/4 Full)
1x S&W 929 (loaded)
8x 9mm bullets
1x Lighter
1x Trauma kit
1x 7 string acoustic guitar
1x P226 Pistol (9mm) (on Loan to Cartrt)
2x Pistol Magazines (2 loaded) (loaned to Carter)
1x Pump Shotgun (loaded)
12x 12G buckshot
1x Weapon cleaning / repair kit
Various weapon accessories
1x Riot Gear suit
1x Marlin 336
3x 20 round boxes of 30-30 ​

 

[Mr.Scales ⚖]

Amelio Patterson

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Taking a walk
Interactions: No one
Nashville Community

Its been a difficult year for Melio, having to leave almost everything in his life and his mother to live with his father, while also going through puberty and having so many emotions. Many nights he would stay up all night and wouldn't be able to sleep, which brought him into some mischievous ideas. He didn't mean to be bad or rude to others, he just had a hard time letting others in and talking to others.

Melio didn't sleep much that night again, late at night he always starts thinking about his mother, if she is okay, worried or even dead, it gets so hard for him that he sometimes cries himself to sleep. He sat at his desk once more writing some of his thoughts down in his journal, if anyone would ever take the time to read through it, they would probably think he was crazy.
​

It's been. well, I'm not sure how long since everything started going to shit, it feels like every day is the same, walk around town, draw, write in here and sleep. It's just gotten so miserable living in here, I can't even walk across the street without someone asking what I'm doing or harassing me. I miss some of the best things in life, French fries, hot dogs, sports, movies, taco bell, music, but most of all I just wanna see my mom again, I just miss her so much.

I just need the right time where I can just escape from the town without any notice, so I can leave this town and everyone in it, everything in here just makes me want to escape more, especially from...Martin, after all the 14 years I have lived he is now trying to reconnect with me? After the things, he has done to mom? I won't let him have that-

Amelio's head turned quickly when he heard a noise in the hallway, thinking that his father was coming his way, he jumped out of his chair and hid under his bed, Amelio tried everything to stay away from his father, he couldn't even look him in the eye without thinking about his mother. Amelio stayed under until he heard a door slam close which meant that his father was gone.

Melio slid out from under his bed and cleaned off the dust and crumbs off his shirt, Melio quickly then changed out of his pajama pants and shirt into his regular jogging pants and sweater, he then grabbed his journal and stuffed it in his backpack, he always carried everything with him in case he could find a place to escape. Melio had been thinking of ways of getting out, his best plan he had was finding a way to escape with the new survivors that joined recently, possibly with a small bribe. Melio grabbed his bag and put it on his back and slid on his shoes, starting the day off to get some scenery.
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In bag:

1x journal
1x pencils and color pencils
2x knives (Pocket knife in his pocket and a hunting knife in his waistband
1x picture of his family

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[VengefulPeanut]

Ryan Taylor

Interactions: Momo @Mobley Eats ​

Ryan watched the girl curiously as she scribbled down her next words. It was an odd feeling to be before someone but to have to wait so long for their reply. It gave one time to reflect on what they had said and ponder on what the response would be. Ryan had always been good with people, it was one of his talents, but becoming friends with Momo certainly had its quirks that perplexed even him. She was very unique.

His lips curled into a smile as he read the words that were now etched onto the page, raising his index and middle finger to his forehead and offering her a casual salute. "Yes, ma'am," he said, softly but meaningfully. Turning his attention immediately to the book in question, he regarded the front cover briefly and nodded. "I'm sure I'll love it."

 

[Mobley Eats]

Beatrice Kolkowsky | Location: Nashville Community | Interactions: Winslow, Eva @KatSea , Dean @JJ


Bea slapped both hands over her face, muffling a groan of pure despair. She was such a damn cringe-inducing dork, how in the Hell hadn't she died from social interactions yet? It was beyond her. Like, Wonder Woman and Woodland Fairy out of her league beyond--and ladies and gents, that was unreachable. She wondered why she even kept trying--she'd never work up the courage to talk to that woman.

However, as fingers dragged down her face and pulled one (not) charming expression (I mean, hey, some dude or dudette out there in the world could find exposed eyelids and gums and falling horse lips as suuuuper attractive--can't judge their tastes, I guess? Unless, like, I'm your taste. Then you've got problems! Get some help), Bea couldn't help the way the corner her lips lifted at Eva and Win's reactions. Dangit, how were they always so good to her? How did they deal with just, like, her? Period? And all the time?? They were darn near superheroes, that was the only logical answer. Heaving a sigh, she let her arms flop like noodles at her side and basked in the head pat from Eva, her pathetic pout still in place. "Thanks, guys... I just wish I could, like, talk to that magical creature without choking on my own awkwardness, you know? Gah! I'm such a dork!"

A pause. Delayed reaction struck Bea hard and fast, and without thinking, she unleashed a powerful ass snort from the pits of geek Hell, downright putting the most swol of piggies to shame. (Not on my turf, Porkchop! Come at me bro...with some bbq sauce, pwease. God, now I want some pulled pork sliders...) "Win? Buddy ole pal? Amigo? PIC? My personal pocket of sunshine--please don't kill anyone, unless it's my stifling tendency to fail royally at everything. Cool? Cool. I loved this talk with you, bro. Wove you." And she meant that with everything she had; she loved that dude like nobody's business. Eva as well. They were literally Bea's family now.

Before Bea could devolve into anymore unsightly and uber cool rambling (swag, get on my below ground level, uh...err...l-level? Screw it, I tried), a stray voice entered the house and the next span of seconds made her realize that it was...whoa, wait. Seriously? "...Curly Q?" she whispered under her breath, brow furrowing. That was, indeed, Curly Q's face. And voice. And douchey aura (though the force wasn't quite as strong as she remembered...Obi Wan would be so disappointed). But his hair, his trademark curls. They were gone! What even was this tomfoolery?!

There was the stunned and awkward trading of words, a reunion that...definitely struck all of them by surprise, Eva especially, and the realization make protectiveness spike in Bea's gut. Of course, she wasn't as...expressive about it as Win was (though he's still decently subtle about it), but her innards were definitely painted a cautious yellow. Slowly, she seated herself on the other side of Eva and peeked around the woman to blink at Dean. Chocolate. Eva's kryptonite. Well, played, Dean. Well played... "Oh snap, les chocolats. Merci, Curly Q!" Bea claimed in a horrid French accent; it sounded more like she was gargling flem than anything else, but she accepted the pack with clumsy hands and showed it to Winslow. This required her turning away from Dean and when her eyes locked with Win's, a silent message passed between them.

"Stay on high alert, soldier."

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Inventory
On Person
1x - Hunting Knife

Backpack
1x - Water Canteen (half full)
3x - Protein Bar
Uke the ukulele
1x - First Aid Kit
Bloodied Finding Nemo shirt
5x - Needles
3x - Hospital Rags

Internal
(Undiagnosed) Depersonalization Disorder
Secrets boi (I'm not telling!)
PIC with Winslow
Serious crush on Woodland Fairy

outfit

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[VengefulPeanut]

Shane Clarke

Interactions: Aveline @Himilo​

"Aye, it's usually quiet. I like to hope that more people will turn up to my sermon's eventually, though," he lamented, a sorrowful yet hopeful tone laden in his voice. He continued to head into the building, entering the main room before he looked back to her with an almost cheeky grin. "Still, I'm an optimist."

He set about preparing the tea using a requisitioned portable stove and a bartered for cannister of gas. Allowing the water to boil, he gathered some empty sheets he was going to use for leaflets and some pens he'd assembled in his travels. He motioned for Aveline to take a seat by a table at the far side of the room, the table where the tea was on the boil, and took a seat himself not long after. "So, any way I can help with these 'lost' feelings of yours?" he asked, smiling warmly.

 

[JJ]

Nashville, TN | 20 February 2027 - Mid Morning

WEATHER: mild, clear skies, about 50f (around 10c)

Interactions: Lobster @Jack Robinson

Dexter was torn between agreeing with Lobster, and telling him he was wrong. Yeah, being 'fulfilled' was great... but there was a huge difference, now, if the only other option was being safe from those hungry creatures that haunted the streets outside of Nashville. He decided not to give any input on that matter, and thankfully was swiftly distracted by the second half of Lobster's ramble.

"Oh. Um. No, actually, I don't smoke." Dex was aware of Lobster's specialty, but himself didn't partake. Whether it was because of his mother's unfair bout of cancer, or the Army drilling it into his head, smoking anything had just never been something he'd been attracted to. Dex held up a hand, shaking his head. "I need like, actual, legit flowers. Roses, daisies, just something pretty."

As an afterthought, he quickly added, "They're for my girlfriend," with a tight smile.

INVENTORY (DEXTER)
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Wearing
jeans, blue long-sleeve flannel w/black undershirt
brown boots, dogtags

On Person
Black Backpack
Hunting Knife, with Sheath [left hip]

In Bag
Minor First Aid Kit
Small LED Flashlight
Letter from his Father
Change of Clothing

Food & Water
17oz Bottled Water [3]

Stashed at Home
.50 Cal Desert Eagle (15/15)
Wes's Colt
.50cal Rounds x32
9mm Rounds x46​