Misty Fayanna
Survivor
Loner
I hope they didn't tie up your hands as tight as mine.[Mo0:0]
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Post by Misty Fayanna on Oct 13, 2012 23:38:45 GMT -5
The street was delightfully empty, and the pale sun shone down on the town, stretching its weak rays like fingers over the sky. Night was beginning to blend with day as that funny time known as dawn took over the skies. A slight breeze swept through the town, but otherwise, there was little to no movement. Until a figure darted from behind two trash cans and streaked into the local store, forcing her way through the grimy glass door and into the dim room. Weak beams of light shown through the broken windows, revealing the particles floating about through the air. The scent that floated around the tattered store was what could best be described as a mix between soggy wood and cow shit. Not that Misty was going to be bothered by it at the time, though she wrinkled her petite nose slightly at the stench.
It had been three weeks since she had been forced to abandon the tiny shack she had been living in on the east end of town and migrate around toward the west side. She had been living off rations she had managed to snatch from her own home and scraps she had rummaged up from the street. All that was left were three granola bars. She needed more food. And spotting the store had blasted her hopes out of the water, and she yearned to fill her aching belly, so here she was, standing amidst the tattered ruins of the place where people had once come to buy groceries and other every day items that had become luxuries over time.
Her chocolate-brown eyes scanned her surroundings, analyzing the scene, before heading towards the first rack of food. Her hands scrambled around, desperately searching for something edible to fill up the abyss that was also known as her stomach. Her longs fingers finally touched the memorable feel of a food wrapper, and eagerly she found that she had discovered a group of bags of chips. She grasped as many as she could, shoveling them into her ratty back-pack, which had been so shiny and new barely a months previous, before heading to the next rack. She felt like a mouse; scavenging around desperately for her next meal.
She repeated this for a while, the nagging whisper of Thief. Thief! staggering about in her mind like a drunk man struggling to walk home. She shook her head as if she could whisk away the sensation, but to no avail. Misty let out a sigh, and once she felt she had gathered enough food to keep her decently content, atleast in the hunger section of survival, for quite a while, she out a halt to the food search for the time being. She stood, her gaze darting around to see if there was anything else she would need. A strand of crazily-curly blonde hair flounced in front of her right eye, and she quickly reached up a hand to push it aside, so robotically it appeared as if she was used to doing this same action repeatedly every day, which was true. She did not see anything that she would need, so she was preparing to head back when she caught side of some movement out of the corner of her eyes. She froze.
Notes: Bloop. Tags: Es Open Outfit: Later Words: 545
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Post by Lance Mulford on Oct 14, 2012 0:19:52 GMT -5
The black haired teen known as Lance had been walking through the empty streets of the city. Good. As long as things looked like this, he wouldn't be forced to lurk in the murky shadows near the alley ways for protection from those damned zombies. He released a yawn into the cold air, almost believing that he had seen it. Oh how he had missed the comfort of a heater. However, Lance knew that having the world live in such a dramatic time was worth it. A fight for survival? What else could sound more enthralling?
"Hmm..." The male had hummed to himself very quietly. He knew that he was in the shopping district. Was there anything that he needed? Then again, even if he didn't need anything, it was best to stock up on stuff for emergencies right? Lance wasn't stupid though, he wasn't going to pack too many things that would slow him down when he needed to run. Water....last time he checked, he had six full bottles. He should be able to split that up between two or three days. When a person doesn't have water, that should be treated as more of a threat than the zombies lurking in this city.
As he continued to walk, he noticed a store that might have some supplies that he could take. But before venturing inside, he sat down to look through his bag.
"Let's see...." he mumbled, moving items on top of each other slightly to check them out. There had been two bags of beef jerky, three oranges, a quarter of a loaf of bread, two packs of gum, and two sugar cookies. Not bad. Not bad at all considering the current situation. All it took to get the things you needed was a nice smile, an aggressive approach, or a dagger that will get you what you want. Seeing that he might have a little space for a few more things, he zipped everything back up, hoisting the bag onto his back. Before going inside, he took the knife out of its sheath and slowly walked towards the door.
Dear lord it smelled horrible. What was in there? Was every single thing spoiled? Then he remembered the fact that the electricity for the store had to be cut off, the food in the fridges becoming spoiled. He went inside slowly, seeing something out of the corner of his eye, Lance had quickly held his dagger towards the person. On a closer inspection, the black haired teen noticed that she was just a young adult, just a little older than him, who was getting supplies. A smirk formed on his face.
"You don't mind me getting some supplies left in this place right? I don't feel like getting this dagger all bloody after I cleaned it~" Lance said with a small chuckle at the end. Although he seemed to be joking, he was actually being serious. If he wanted something, he was going to get it one way or another.
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Misty Fayanna
Survivor
Loner
I hope they didn't tie up your hands as tight as mine.[Mo0:0]
Posts: 8
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Post by Misty Fayanna on Oct 15, 2012 14:24:16 GMT -5
Whatever she had seen, or thought she had seen, appeared to be non-existent, to Misty's relief. The fact that she had more food to last her a bit longer made Misty feel slightly better. Or, at least, a bit more secure. With the food she had managed to gather in this rat hole, she wouldn't have to worry about food for another week at least, which was one thing off the never-ending check-list of hings she had to do to survive. She leaned against the wall of the store gingerly, a passing thought of worry when she wondered how sturdy it would be. A hand flitted towards her bag and picked up a water bottle. She unscrewed the cap, and was bringing the bottle to her lips when she spotted it again. Something out of the corner of her eye.
She turned her head a fraction of the way to the right, and spotted a boy, who couldn't have been much younger than her, approaching the store. Her chocolate-brown eyes narrowed suspiciously, her face written with a cynical expression. But she didn't let him bother her, she doubted he would enter the shop, it didn't look all that inviting, to be honest. Besides, she doubted he had even seen her. She brushed away some long curls as they fell away from their placement behind her ear and into her face, taking some sips of the water before capping it and returning it to her bag.
But to her discontent, she was wrong; he entered the store. He also spotted her. And what he did wasn't all that welcoming. A silver dagger glinted as he brandished a weapon at her, dangling it only inches away from her face. She didn't betray much of a reaction. A look of mild amusement swept across her face, and she almost smiled. Certainly not the reaction one would expect.
Misty's gaze studied the teenage boy for a moment before hearing his words.
"You don't mind me getting some supplies left in this place right? I don't feel like getting this dagger all bloody after I cleaned it."
Misty shrugged slightly, looking bored, "Glad to hear that you've decided to spare me. Feel free to scrounge around and take whatever you give up. There's not much, mind you, but there's probably something you can sniff out that'll aid you." There wasn't a ton of useful things in the store, as Misty had discovered while searching, but maybe this dark-haired man could find something to his use.
Notes: Sorry I couldn't post this yesterday! Tags: Lance, Open Outfit: Made it finally Words: 489
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Post by Lance Mulford on Oct 15, 2012 21:47:50 GMT -5
"Glad to hear that you've decided to spare me. Feel free to scrounge around and take whatever you give up. There's not much, mind you, but there's probably something you can sniff out that'll aid you," The girl had said, looking a bit bored. Lance had nodded his head and started to venture inside, his eyes scanning around the empty and silent store. Most of the shelves had anything good stolen or made inedible. Well it was pretty obvious that he wasn't going to find anything edible anytime soon. No matter, he just had to think outside the box. Going over the counter, he looked around and noticed that a lot of the cigarettes had been taken.
"Let's see...the weather is going to get colder in time so...lighters, I'll need lighters," Said Lance as he went and threw two of them, the only ones he could find, into his bag. He then started pulling out a thing of lottery tickets.
"And these can be used for kindling..." The teenager had continued scavenging for a minute or so more, not seeing anything else that he would possibly need. It was then that he made his way back towards the girl.
"So how has life been for you?" He said with a smirk, releasing a yawn and looking out a broken window. This was the first person that he had seen, so it would do the adolescent some good to get any possible information out of her. Like what areas have gotten more zombies, what places have the best supplies and more. As he would be listening to anything that the girl might have said, he pulled out a water bottle and began to slowly drink the refreshing liquid, making sure not to take too much. He then looked at the empty shelves with a bored expression.
"People will have to start growing their own food soon enough. The supplies in the city won't last forever."
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Misty Fayanna
Survivor
Loner
I hope they didn't tie up your hands as tight as mine.[Mo0:0]
Posts: 8
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Post by Misty Fayanna on Oct 17, 2012 16:41:09 GMT -5
Misty fiddled with her box of guitar picks, trying to fix the broken hinge of the little purple plastic box with silver doodles all over it. It had broken whilst she had been running from some zombies the other day, and whilst she was normally one who could fix things in an instant, this one just wasn't cooperating. She listened to the boy think out loud, hearing him talk about liters. She had grabbed a couple already, from a house she had raided a couple days back, along with a box of matches. Hey, if all else fails, arm yourself with fire. And as she had discovered pretty quickly, zombies didn't like flame all that much.
In all honesty, Misty wasn't loving this big zombie apocalypse. Sure, she had thought about it. As most of the teenagers and young adults, she was on the internet a lot, which meant she had fantasized about this kind of thing. Good thing too, it had gotten her out of quite a few tricky situations, believe it or not. All the same, it wasn't nearly as fun as she had hoped. Most of her friends had been killed. Some just vanished. Basically, this zombie dilema had ruined her life. Not that Misty minded that much; she was the type of person who wished for something like this to happen. She didn't want an average, boring life like everyone else. She wanted something interesting to happen. She just hadn't expected that interesting thing to be so... life threatening.
Pop! she was finally able o snap the hinge of her pick box back in place. She tucked it into her backpack, and when she returned her eyes to the stranger, she noticed he was addressing her. "How has life been for you?" She chuckled quietly, "Oh, life's been great. I've been riding on unicorns and eating rainbows, yeah, everything's just fine and dandy." she replied sarcastically, pushing herself off the wall she had been leaning on and walking around, "What about you? Has life been treating you well?"
She looked around the room, then outside to the ruined street, "Yeah," she mused, "Don't suppose you know how to grow food, though, do you?" she had managed to grow a garden once. It died three days later.
Notes: Changed le color (: Tags: Lance, open Outfit: Here Words: 442
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Post by Lance Mulford on Oct 17, 2012 21:45:53 GMT -5
"Life hasn't been too bad. It's actually a little fun to play hide an' seek with those zombies," Said Lance. Oh yes, fun it had been. There was a great feeling of excitement, the possible chance of death and life being gambled everyday, he couldn't get enough of it. He wondered how long it would be until a majority of what was left of human society started to turn against each other due to the lack of supplies. Oh goody~ That would be like a comedy for Lance to watch, how wonderful. The girl then questioned the fact if he knew how to grow a garden, causing him to chuckle.
"Nope, I've never touched a garden. Then again, it wouldn't do any good to grow food without finding a permanent shelter," Said the raven haired boy, his stomach starting to growl a little during the conversation. Lance slowly took the bag back off to take out a bag of jerky, placing it back on his back when he was done. Before his stomach could growl again, the boy started to chew slowly on a piece of the dried meat, the spell of spices from it arising from the bag. As he ate, he looked back at the young woman, wondering if she was hungry.
"Would you like a piece?" Asked Lance out of boredom. It wasn't out of 'kindness' per say, more out of the fact that he could use this girl for help in the future if he acted a little nice now. And besides, it wasn't as if he couldn't just 'get' some more from the weak.
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