Vantas
Survivor
Roseus Satnav
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Post by Vantas on Oct 2, 2014 15:23:22 GMT -5
Roseus continued to look around the house, absentmindedly delaying the request for her to pack. Instead, the young woman glanced around subconsciously trying to assist Artemis in covering areas she might miss. It was silly to get so worked up when the world demanded for her to calm down and she shook her head at the thought. If Artemis was covering weak points who better than to cover them all; it was panic that made her doubt her girlfriend’s capability.
Wringing her hands together she began to move as soon as the couch was in place against the first sliding door. Quickly, she jogged down the short hall and spun herself into her room, using the doorframe to give her body momentum without causing herself to stumble forward. Once she stopped her mind began to race, finally straying on what she needed to focus on.
The instructions were to pack the essentials, however Roseus was never clear on what essentials might come into play. Sure clothes where a must, but what situation were they getting into? If push came to shove and they needed to get up and leave would money be a necessity? Her expression contorted into a disgruntled frown as she slid open her closet and pulled out a medium sized rucksack. Artemis called out at that moment as if she could hear Roseus’ thoughts, quelling her questions and reminding her that if they left it wouldn’t be on a cruise to some other country.
“An extended camping trip?” she echoed, the constant sound of unsurety ringing in her words. She smirked, the feeling strange on her face, “You know how much I love the idea of sleeping in the woods.”
Her words shook and the joke seemed a little heavy to have the lighthearted effect that Roseus was aiming for. The awkward chortle following the attempt at humor just made her stomach sink further.
Tossing her bag onto her bed, Roseus reached for her cell to quickly alert her uncle of the situation growing in the streets. Her warning insisted that he trust her word and ask questions later and she prayed that he would listen; stopping every five seconds to answer her uncle would just delay Roseus further.
“I wonder if…” she muttered to herself, sliding over to her computer. With a few keystrokes she pulled open a news website and searched for a livestream or a local broadcast to play in the background. The screaming in the distance could only serve as background noise for so long and Roseus was itching to know if media was at least trying to cover the events in her city. Perhaps even shine some camera light onto the distressed commotion down the road. If they had some sort of visual then they might have an extra window of preparation time if looters migrated closer to their location.
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Post by Damian on Oct 2, 2014 20:17:20 GMT -5
GAME MASTER Roseus' would be able to find several websites and livestreams showing what was occuring within Auberry, along with news outlets that were reporting on the same incident, with varying information.
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Post by Kotaiso on Oct 6, 2014 19:43:22 GMT -5
As Jared winced from the pain coming from his ribs, he stared up at the sky. The clouds rolled by and the thought of making shapes of them came to mind. However, the idea was cut short as a black and white figure blocked his view. He watched the figure, who was a little hazy in his view due to the fall, take a drag from a cigarette before dropping it out of view. "I don’t think reckless and stupid preclude each other,"
Jared squinted a bit to try and get a better look of the person; sunglasses blocking most of his face. "Rescue services are already stretched pretty tight and I’ll wager that any ambulances that show up are only going to have room for your uh, victims," Jared tried to sit up a bit on his elbows as he viewed the scene that had been caused by him. The vehicles were a mess and people began to crowd around them to try and help and / or just gawk. He cared little whether or not the people he was with survived. "But… you wouldn’t happen to need any medical care, would you? Of course I’m talking about physical help only. It’s quite clear you need mental help."
Jared returned his attention to the man who now introduced himself as Ian Rockefeller and had offered his hand. Jared stared at Ian for a long while, studying his composure and what he could make of the man. He was obviously pompous and egocentric, that much was certain. Jared found it a little annoying but decided to play along. He gripped Ian's fore-arm and used the man as leveredge to rise to his feet. As he regained his composure a sharp pain coursed through his ribs and he tried not to let it show. This kid needs a smile. Jared thought to himself as he released Ian's forearm. "Jared. I'll be fine. What I need right now is to get away from here. You game or do I have to find another team player?"
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Ian Rockefeller
Survivor
Ian Rockefeller
Love is telling people what they'd rather not hear.
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Post by Ian Rockefeller on Oct 24, 2014 8:34:05 GMT -5
Plenty of people were running around, some toward and some away from the wreckage, some wanting to help, others probably fearing it might catch fire. Eyes shielded behind his shades, Ian glanced up at the scene before him with some concern, though he kept his head angled down over Jared. There were plenty of people who could help and he was no EMT, so he tried his best not to care too much about what was happening over there when his attention was required elsewhere.
The man below him seemed to be taking his time processing all of this and Ian flashed him a smile as he continued to hold out his hand, silently coaxing the other to let him help him up, not wavering as the silence stretched for a long moment. Awkward situations like this were something he could plow through without much difficultly. He was a master at awkward chicken.
Finally, Jared gave in and gripped his forearm. Ian locked his own hand around the other’s forearm as well, leaning back to help haul him to his feet. When Jared assured him that he’d be fine, Ian nodded. He wasn’t going to push Jared to see a doctor, especially considering the already limited resources of the place. “Am I gonna end up like your last ‘team’?” Ian asked, seeming more amused than concerned by the idea.
“Come on.”
Turning on his heel, Ian led the way back across the street and in the direction he’d come from, sticking to the edges of the gathered crowd where the people were less dense. He didn’t drive much when he could walk the streets instead, so his personal vehicle was still at his dad’s, but they could potentially find another one or maybe catch a ride on the Fresno public buses although those might not be too reliable at the moment considering everything going down.
“I hope you aren’t seeing me just for my ride, because I don’t have one nearby,” Ian joked. “We’ll either have to borrow one, nab a ride on a bus, or walk.” A lot of the people around seemed pretty distracted at the moment, so ‘borrowing’ a ride probably wouldn’t be difficult, if that was what Jared ended up deciding he wanted to do.
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Artemis
Survivor
Artemis Malcolm Jackson
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Post by Artemis on Jan 9, 2015 19:59:33 GMT -5
Gears finally turning inside her head, Artemis worked quickly at blocking the second sliding door in the master bedroom. Her thoughts clung to the words she heard over the broadcast that Roseus had tuned into moments ago. Bulldog Stadium, some place she had never really heard of, was where they were stuffing refugees. Hundreds, thousands of people were going to seek shelter in a single enclosure. The idea sounded like a terrible one to the young woman. There was no denying what had been going, not even a little, and any rationalization or reason given for this escalating crisis wouldn't make this all go away. Those were fucking zombies, or whatever you would like to call them. Those were videos of people getting killed and turning into mindless animals. Animals had reason. These things did not.
Staying in one spot, surrounded by so many people? That's a death trap waiting to spring. She got a cold feeling, imagining that many of those people there might not survive if the worst started to happen there. It only worsened when she realized no one was talking about Auberry anymore.
"We are not going there," she stated, simple as that. "If we have to leave without your uncle, we are going anywhere but there, Ro." She was not going to budge from her position. They had better chances on their own, and trusting police to protect them along with so many others was a laughable concept to the girl. "Not chancing it."
Once that door was finally blocked off, she stepped back and started to head to her bag. "I am going to make sure I have everything I need. I will probably just need to fill some empty space with easy-made food," she let her girlfriend know, patting her shoulder on the way out of the room. "Makya and I will watch outside from the living room window. Keep an ear to the news."
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Post by Kotaiso on Jan 14, 2015 21:03:23 GMT -5
Jared reluctantly followed Ian as the pair moved from the more densely populated crowd now surrounding the crash site and the bodies of Jared's recently deceased assosciates. He scanned the crowds nervously as if expecting police to show up almost immediately and start cordoning off the scene, but none seemed to be showing up. Instead, the crowds simply tried to do what they could for the individuals involved in the crash. Jared could care less whether or not his assosciates or the other people involved survived; they'd served their purpose. All he cared about now was getting further away from the scene to cause more chaos... and if Ian could help him with that, then everything was going according to plan.
"I hope you aren’t seeing me just for my ride, because I don’t have one nearby. We’ll either have to borrow one, nab a ride on a bus, or walk."
Jared stopped and scanned the area now that the crowds had thinned out. He thought for a quick moment and realized that stealing one of the vehicles nearby would be pretty simple as most of the occupants were out of them right now attending to the crash victims. "Buses are for shmucks. You find me a car you like here without the driver and consider it my gift to you. Pick quickly, though... otherwise the owner won't be very," Jared rose his voice a few octaves, "happyyyyyyyyy with us!" He spread his arms and spun in a circle. Despite the pain, he smiled and waited for Ian to pick a new ride.
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Post by Damian on Jan 14, 2015 21:18:06 GMT -5
GAME MASTER Arahna was forced out of the hotel room by her partner the previous night. She'd notice that within the halls of the hotel, various people were scrambling with luggage this way and that. The staff that still remained at the hotel were doing their best to keep the remaining occupants calm. People were taking their things and rushing out of the hotel with a haste and fear unmatched while others simply looted the hotel rooms for various things, such as soaps, towels, DVD players, and even televisions. The front of the hotel and its lobby would almost be in shambles as cars parked and abandoned by the valets would be strewn across the entrance, blocking people from driving out of the parking lots. Abandoned luggage would be strewn about the place as people eventually gave up on it all in an attempt to get where they wanted to go. Little to no violence erupted within the hotel, however; except between the few staff that attempted to stop the occupants from stealing.
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Vantas
Survivor
Roseus Satnav
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Post by Vantas on Jan 14, 2015 22:47:14 GMT -5
Roseus stared at the news cast with disbelief as she was momentarily distracted with the explanations to Fresno’s steps and procedures for the growing epidemic. Sure, it would be hard to swallow for any person, sane or otherwise, to really believe the label slapped onto the situation in Auberry but it was still crazy how ignorant the public could be. As much as even Roseus didn’t want to admit it, the descriptions and livestreams of the events painted the obvious “zombie” theories and assumptions.
She shook her head at how hard even the thought alone was to grasp, but let her mind continue to run. If any mainstream media, movie, or even book have taught anyone anything it was very clearly: Bulldog Stadium was a terrible idea. Though, of course, people were flocking to any notion of promised safety. Artemis’ words rang through her with a soothing tone as she confirmed, agreed, and solidified Roseus’ silent thoughts.
“That’s a given. I want nowhere near there! Even the small amount of looters down the street seem dangerous…let alone hundreds of thousands of people crammed in a stadium. Do they honestly believe this is a good idea? Ugh.”
It was time to get a move on her end of the preparations as she got up from her chair to stuff appropriate clothing items into her bag. Letting Artemis’ words sink in further Roseus paused, placing the bags in the hall for other materials.
“I really hope my uncle doesn’t fall for the stadium…I really really hope he’s getting my texts. I know there is a possibility…I don’t think I can leave him behind, Artemis.”
Feeling Artemis’ hand on her shoulder Roseus instinctively cocked her head to give a quick kiss to her girlfriend’s fingers.
“I’ll take care of the food packing. You and Makya can double focus on watching outside. After I’m done you can quick edit my work to see if we’re missing a few things.”
Her dark eyes cast their attention to her phone, hoping for a response back from her uncle.
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Artemis
Survivor
Artemis Malcolm Jackson
Posts: 7
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Post by Artemis on Jan 16, 2015 5:52:10 GMT -5
Artemis wasn't really sure what she should say about Roseus' uncle. Family was not exactly her forte, she wasn't sure exactly how much Roseus could cherish someone simply because they're family - the concept was a little beyond her, given her own experiences with her father. She shook her head for being so narrow-minded. Not everyone could abandon family like she could, and it was wrong for her to assume Roseus could too.
Still, being blunt maybe wasn't the best thing to do. If her uncle was out there, and he decided to go to that stadium, that could be a step too far for Artemis to follow. But to crush that kind of hope so early on would be inhuman of her. So...
"We will... figure something out," she assured her, taking a moment to stop after the kiss to her hand to return it properly, if only for a second. Pulling away from the peck, she couldn't even spend much time marveling at the differences between the two women as she sometimes would. The situation was far too dire. She can wax poetic about such different people from such different walks of life managing to come together through such incredible odds later - and even add in some new things, like a zombie outbreak, to spice things up even further - later.
"Makya," was the first thing out of her mouth as stepped back to the living room, mind going back into overdrive over what she needs to do. The cur was at attention immediately, having been told to wait a few minutes ago and had been doing just that. He was eager for something new to do, feeling anxious due to his owner and her girlfriend's current frantic dispositions. "What is going on?" she asked him, and he barked lightly once in answer. Of course, she couldn't actually understand what he said but the direction he made the noise to was good enough for her purposes: the window. She peeked through blinds, eyes having to adjust to the light from outside for a moment, and watched for danger.
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Post by Damian on Jan 18, 2015 0:05:58 GMT -5
GAME MASTER She peeked through blinds, eyes having to adjust to the light from outside for a moment, and watched for danger. Outside, the street seemed relatively quiet. Not too many looters could be seen; however yelling and shouting could be heard and the streets were littered with garbage and other various objects such as a peoples' belongings. Houses across the street seemed mainly untouched, however a few further down had smashed windows and what seemed to be kicked / based in doors.
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Ian Rockefeller
Survivor
Ian Rockefeller
Love is telling people what they'd rather not hear.
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Post by Ian Rockefeller on Jan 22, 2015 14:43:24 GMT -5
It could hardly be called surprising that Jared would pick the first option. ‘Borrowing’ a car. Yeah, in this mess of confusion it wouldn’t be difficult at all to slip behind the wheel of one of the many unmanned cars while the owner tried to help out at the crash scene. Quirking one dark eyebrow above the frames of his glasses, Ian led the injured, yet apparently quite ecstatic man, around the perimeter of the crash. If they wanted to nab one of the still-running cars while the owner was preoccupied, best to grab one at the edge of the clusterfuck for an easier get-away.
Oh well, Ian figured, as he opted for a small, dark blue car that seemed to be relatively out of the way where people probably wouldn’t pay Ian or Jared too much mind. At least with Fresno in the state it was in, the owner wouldn’t exactly need the car for much. They probably shouldn’t travel too much around Fresno anyway right now and leaving was… well…
He’d leave the car and keys at the police station later for their owner to reclaim once things calmed down in any event. Even if his returning it would be suspicious, he could probably just make up something about finding it abandoned somewhere. That wasn’t too concerning and Ian didn’t bat an eyelash as he slid behind the wheel, waiting just long enough for Jared to take his own place before shifting into drive and taking off around the throng of people before more police, ambulances, or whatever else could arrive.
From there, he picked his path through streets that had seen better days, avoiding traffic as much as possible and heading toward the inner city, planning on heading toward one of the rundown clubs there. Even if a ‘normal’ person might have opted for a more residential area away from people, Ian just naturally preferred the more questionable districts. He suspected his passenger was of a similar disposition, though he probably hadn’t picked up that nice looking truck from any old bar parking lot.
“So, you just bored or something?” Ian asked, glancing at Jared over his shades as he drove, obviously inquisitive about the other man’s motivation for that ‘accident’ earlier.
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Post by Kotaiso on Jan 23, 2015 20:02:00 GMT -5
Jared followed Ian's lead and got into the vehicle the young man picked. Not concerned with what make or model, let alone the color was, Jared shut the passenger door and scanned the surrounds as the vehicle began to move. He noticed that Ian had opted to head back the way he had previously come with his two recently deceased assosciates -- into the heart of the city. Jared could care less where the pair went as long as they caused as much chaos and mayhem as they did.
"So, you just bored or something?"
Jared turned his head slowly to Ian, making eye contact with him for a few moments and keeping his face stern. Ian was probably trying to read Jared as much as he was trying to read Ian. Instead, Jared broke his stone-faced expression and laughed aloud; a little more ecstaticly than would have been socially acceptable for the question.
"I just... do things." Jared replied with a shrug, returning his attention to the road and sidewalks, eyeing pedestrians and other vehicles as they passed. Scenario after scenario passed through Jared's mind; Maybe we'll hit that one, or that one. Oh, a carriage -- I wonder what a baby would look like smeared across the windshield? Hahahaha, the opportunities!
Jared grinned to himself, the ideas making him happy. There was never a dull moment in his mind and that's what helped make life so very interesting.
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