Zombie invasion role play

[Bright Master]

(The way you said it was a bit vague don't you think?)

(Oh, it is? I haven't noticed. I'll try to be more clear:

People in the united kingdom say maths (plural) instead of math (singular). Since she said to learn my Maths, I decided to say it like that. No offence by homeland though,)

 

[Tsuna...]

(Oh, it is? I haven't noticed. I'll try to be more clear:

People in the united kingdom say maths (plural) instead of math (singular). Since she said to learn my Maths, I decided to say it like that. No offence by homeland though,)

(It's alright don't worry about it)

 

[Bright Master]

(It's alright don't worry about it)

(Ha... bright shadow... worrying.... impossible....lol)

 

[Rougeninja91]

Randy: -staring out window, gun ready-

 

[The Mockingjay]

Karla: You wanna do mine -gesturing with her head toward her burning back-

Ophelia: -With darkness looming outside of the window she sits with her feet up on a desk and stares into the back of Randy's head, what can possibly be of interest in the darkness she thinks to herself. But of course she knows, she knows full well that it is not the darkness outside that peeks his interest, it is the darkness inside his heart which consumes so much of the energy that she longs to see spring from the inner workings of his mind and body. Deep down she believes that underneath the heartache and the self-abandonment lies a man... A man whom she would enjoy her time with, even in the predicament that they find themselves in now all she really wants is a casual conversation and the occasional warmth of skin on hers. So long locked up inside this place, her only friends the deluded patients that she kept alive so vigilantly, the friends which would happily take her life were they not overwhelmed by the cool flow of drugs through there ever running bloodstream, the darts which apply these drugs being the true friends of hers. A dart, an inanimate changing object which can neither feel nor understand cannot be a friend however and it can not create friends either, more correctly her friends are figments of imagination, not hers, but the poor innocent people that she had meddled so freely with before the world turned to black. Would this end? Not the world or the zombies. Her longing for acceptance, could the overwhelming feeling of loneliness in her heart be coming to a close... could this man be the answer to her prayers... not in his current form. And that. That is what matters now.-
Randy... what are you thinking?

 

[Rougeninja91]

Randy: Oh hey....didn't mean to wake ya..just keeping watch.

 

[The Mockingjay]

Ophelia: Through thick darkness and almost impossible fog?

(You like my long(er) detailed replies or would you rather me RP quick and short to get more done?)

 

[Rougeninja91]

( I love the longer ones. One of us has to do em.)

Randy: Can't be too careful...-reaches into bag and pulls out a bottle of alchohol taking a big swig-

 

[The Mockingjay]

(Fair play, I'll try to fit them in when I can ^^)

Ophelia: Careful and alcohol don't tend to go well together...

 

[Rougeninja91]

Randy: Don't matter....were all screwed any damn way,..-drinks again-

 

[The Mockingjay]

Ophelia: -There it was, the defeatist attitude she so longed to destroy inside his brain. Under normal circumstances she could simply slip some liquids into a dart and drive it into his veins thus erasing any sadness inside his head, but this was different, she knows that she wouldn't be satisfied with achieving her goals under those pretenses, if she wanted this to work then she would have to use pure brain power and charm. A slight chuckle escapes her lips as she pictures herself trying to charm a man who feels nothing but the darkness, the emotions which are only ever associated with the worst times in a life. Jumping to full concentration point with the giggle she looks up at the broken figure in front of herself and checks for any signs of his hearing her.-

 

[Rougeninja91]

Randy: -moves rifle to the side and just focuses on drinking-

 

[Never]

(may I join? nothing is happening else where)

 

[The Mockingjay]

Ophelia: -sighs, subconsciously wanting him to notice her. Awkward situations aside, conversation was her goal. As she looks around the room for escape she sees a chance, a chance to possibly get him excited again. Although she knew the eventual risks of the possible plan her mind was clouded by the thought of being on the road together again, the excitement of being hunted down by the walkers with Randy at her side was too much to bare and she jumps up out of her chair quicker than she may have meant as she has to lean forward on the desk to gather her thoughts through the momentary shot of head rush which dizzies her brain and effects her senses. Once it's worn off she moves slowly and quietly to a computer located in the corner of the room, without a moment of thinking time she is logged in and ready to proceed occasionally she checks back for signs of Randy acknowledging her behavior-

(go ahead Lonely. If you wait a couple of posties I can bring you in quite easily.

I'll be back in 5. Gotta do my face for bed you guys ever seen me? Everyone on the base seems to know what I look like xD)

 

[Rougeninja91]

Randy: -hear clicking- what are you up to over there?

 

[Never]

(okay then :3 I will be a hooded guy with a bow and arrow U_U xd if you don't mind )

 

[The Mockingjay]

Ophelia: Just got a weird feeling, something doesn't feel right so I'm checking emails or anything I can find really. -As she talks Ophelia rips through the security systems and hovers the mouse over an icon reading 'Test'. Danger, excitement and more importantly togetherness these are the things that propel her into her forced next action as her index finger slams down on the left clicker and an alarm screeches out around the building, the computer screen blacks out and sparks fly from the plug socket in which it is connected. Ophelia slides back in her chair and jumps up out of it screaming a long line of profanities at the top of her lungs, the room is alive with red. The red of danger, the red of blood and the red of love is flashing around the room as a warning to the occupants. The alarm that sounds is that of a raid, the bombing siren, the sound nobody wants to hear, not in any situation, the sound of impending death, in ten minutes time the building would be buried deep beneath the ground with nothing but smoke and rubble to show for it as the army maul the walkers outside with no regard for positive human life.-

WE have to go!!!

-If there is anyone else in the building they would know, they would be briefed on the ways out of the building in such an emergency, would Ophelia have to share her man? Or would she merely find someone of more interest to her... unknowing and uncertain of whether she wants to know she pulls Randy with her through a series of fire escapes until they reach a room of stability, the alarm sound is drowned out by soundproofed walls and the red flash of the warning light is no longer present, instead it is replaced by the pure white glow of a single lightbulb which dangles ominously from the center of the ceiling above them. Stopping for breath Ophelia keeps one eye on the door to watch for any signs of outside movement.-

(Now! brb. ENJOY yourselves!
just re-read that, apart from some minor word placement errors... that built tension quite well I think xD))

 

[Rougeninja91]

(wow....yes it did o-o)

Randy: You gonna tell me what's happening?! -looking around frantically-

 

[Never]

(guess I come in here)

???:
-a figure gets closer to there position, hooded and the face is un-recognizable, though you can tell there is something on his back, a weapon? the figure gets closer and closer-

 

[The Mockingjay]

Ophelia: -Struggling to catch her breath and struggling to hide the impending smile which lingers behind her face, the face of a scared, panicky woman, the face of an actress desperate for her prize.- Apparently, we're being bombed. Probably decided they'd waited long enough for any survivors and now... this. So yeah, we need to go. Get to an airport or something, fast.

-At the completion of her sentence Ophelia looks up and notices a new person, the figure stalks toward them, no face and no identity. Mystery and fear the overwhelming vibes that stretch from his position into her already fragile mind-