forum You may be dead, but never forgotten. Zombie group rp OPEN!!!

Started September 17, 2022 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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"Can we see her?" Peregrine asked. "I guess we should eat or something first, though… I didn't eat anything since I left because I heard that berries in the woods are bad, and I don't think there's a lot of other food in the woods…" He coughed weakly, covering his mouth with his fist, but grimacing at the pain from closing his hand. "But food is pretty important, I think. I don't feel very good. My everything hurts, too…" He was quiet for a moment. "The grass isn't as green as it looks in the pictures."

"I'm so scared, absolutely shook, shiver me timbers." Shaun mumbles back, leaning against the wall and watching the two. He's definitely concerned about this kid, first off who the hell just let's their kid wander off like this? Well, to be fair, Peregrine did allude to his parents being absolutely horrible people. He eyes the kids hands for a bit, before picking at some of the flaking nail polish on his fingers. Listen, you still gotta look stylish even in the apocalypse. "Listen kiddo, you won't be eating anything if we can't get those hands nice and bandaged up. We need to do that first and then you can eat all the beans and candy bars you'd like."

"Oh… okay." Peregrine looked down at his hands, which honestly looked terrible. They hadn't healed very well, and blood still seeped out from areas where the thick scabs had split and cracked. "They gotta big, big fence. It's all sharp and big and scary. I had to climb out to get out of there. Climbing is hard… the fence hurt my hands." He held out his hands to show Shaun as though he hadn't already seen them. "See? Except now they hurt a lot still and they're hot and I didn't have any bandaids in my bag."

Shaun looks at the kids hands, barely holding back a disgusted expression before looking up at his face instead and smiling. He doesn't want to make the kid upset or scared, if he got all disgusted Peregrine might think his hands are worse than they actually are. And I mean sure they're pretty fucking bad but he doesn't want the kid to be super scared and think hes gonna die or something. "Don't worry kiddo, I'm sure it must've hurt alot but don't worry, no climbing sharp scary fences anymore. You're safe here. You and Dog Man Jim." He gestures towards the kids stuffed animal, just wanting to include him too-

Peregrine nodded and pulled his hands close to his chest again, yawning. "I don't think bandaids would be big enough anyway… they're pretty small." He looked exhausted, but food and medical attention were probably more pressing issues than needing a nap. He was lucky that he could use his hands at all, honestly. He easily could have torn tendons with how deep the wounds were, but they seemed to be functional, if extremely painful. He really just needed them cleaned up and bandaged with any antiseptics available.

"Why don't we eat first and then maybe look at the cat i promise, well..probably anyway ." She climbed up into the RV and sat down in the same chair she was in before and put the child on her good leg and slipped her bag off before reaching inside and grabbing a pocket knife "alright let's get this open."

(I'm sorry the slowly forming disdain between Shaun and Angela is killing me like-)

Lmao honestly same

Peregrine nodded and pulled his hands close to his chest again, yawning. "I don't think bandaids would be big enough anyway… they're pretty small." He looked exhausted, but food and medical attention were probably more pressing issues than needing a nap. He was lucky that he could use his hands at all, honestly. He easily could have torn tendons with how deep the wounds were, but they seemed to be functional, if extremely painful. He really just needed them cleaned up and bandaged with any antiseptics available.

"Yep, with wounds like yours we gotta use more than some tiny bandaids." Shaun nods, before looking around the RV and eventually grabbing the bag that had some medical supplies. "Hey lady, set the kid down somewhere." He says without looking up, rummaging around and grabbing some stuff. It was just some gauze, q-tips, alcohol wipes ect. Afterwards he sets the bag down, deciding to finally sit down and patting the space next to him. Yes it was a little rude addressing Angela with "Hey lady" but honestly he has no interest in learning her name-

"You just threatened to stab me in the throat i don't think you're in any position to handle children, sir" she rolled her eyes and moved the kid to the seat next to her if you would hand me the medical supplies id clean his wounds. " even though she needed to treat her own she just didn't like how both jesse and Shaun were so rough with a child

"Oh really? If I remember correctly you threatened to punch me first, and then said I would be rolling on the floor before I could even think about grabbing a knife. That's not much better, now is it? You act like I'm going to rip his hands open." Shaun scoffs, the fucking audacity of this woman. He doesn't hand her the medical supplies, setting them down in his lap. They could argue about this all day but Angela is better off letting him handle it before the kid passes out, this is super fucking petty and stupid already.

Peregrine was clearly uneasy when Shaun and Angela started fighting and threatening each other. From what he knew, neither punching people nor stabbing them in the throat was very nice, and he didn't like the thought of the violence and gore. When Angela set him down in a chair, he held Dog Man Jim close to his chest, looking nervous and hesitant to offer his wounds to be cleaned. Rubbing alcohol hurt badly enough on the little paper cuts he'd gotten before, so he knew that this was going to hurt a lot, and he wasn't looking forward to it.

Name: Francesca “Frenchie” Eireann Russo (Call her Fran, I dare you)
Age: 19
Gender/pronouns: Female, she/her
Sexuality: Bisexual
Shipping: If you can convince her, sure
Appearance: (I have a tendency to be terrible at descriptions so please forgive me, I’m more than willing to give clarification as need be)
Frenchie is small, 5’4” and 110 pounds of pure muscle and spite. She has strong shoulders and arms but isn’t particularly built in her upper body, more so toned for power than absolute strength but still packs a hell of a punch. She has a prominent set of hips for her size and thick thighs along with it; her legs are pure muscle and hold a lot of her strength.
She has slightly darker skin, somewhere between type 3 and type 4 (Google the Fitzpatrick scale for reference) with russet brown eyes and dark golden brown slightly wavy hair that falls to the middle of her back. She usually keeps it in either a high ponytail or a braid/braided bun to avoid it getting in the way but refuses to cut it.
Frenchie is both very Italian and very Irish, causing a heart shaped face with a small, upturned button nose and a healthy smattering of freckles all over her face and body although they heavily pepper her nose and cheeks. Not to mention a constantly switching accent between a softer, r rolling Italian one and a permanently aggressive but respect commanding Irish one. With full lips and a gap between her front teeth, her smile makes her look 5 years younger.
Frenchie’s eyes look too big for her face, round and piercing as they stare into your soul. They’re extremely expressive, only helped by her equally as expressive thin and high arched eyebrows and seemingly never still hands and arms.
She has two tattoos, technically four if you count the second one as three. The first is a phoenix with a bright red eye on the back of her neck and the second is her name; written on her right arm with her first name in her father’s handwriting, her middle name in her mother’s handwriting, and her last name in her little brother’s handwriting. All of them are fairly recent, only done in the past couple of years, so there’s no fading.
She has two piercings, a normal earlobe piercing and a helix piercing.
(I think I got everything?? Descriptions are hard y’all)
Personality:
Frenchie is an absolute spitfire. Her exterior is very defensive and protective, showing how she won’t let her small frame define her as weak or needing someone’s protection. And her interior isn’t much softer. She’s sarcastic and a bit of a smartass but only to balance out how fiercely she cares about people. She has massive trust issues but if you can get her guard down, she’s a total mama bear. She’s loyal to a fault and is unwaveringly stubborn. She cares very deeply about people, more than willing to jump headfirst into danger to protect those she loves. When she’s on your side, she’s in for the long haul until you give her a reason not to. Plus, she gives the best hugs.
Frenchie’s entire personality is to the absolute extreme and she jumps to extremes just as quickly. With her short temper and “swing first, ask questions later” attitude, it’s safe to say that she doesn’t like new people, especially when she considers them a danger to her friends or family. She has, can, and will knock people’s teeth out without a second thought and she’s not opposed to killing when she has to to protect herself or others. One could call her ruthless, heartless, a cold-blooded murderer. She doesn’t care. If it keeps her alive, she’ll rip someone’s throat out with her teeth. She has a killer intuition that never steers her wrong and trusts her gut over anything else.
She’s a total chatterbox, never knowing when to shut her mouth and loves to talk. She knows both Italian and Gaelic from her childhood. Unfortunately with her accents and endless bounds of energy, she talks incredibly quickly and switches languages often so people often lose what she’s saying.
In the end, Frenchie is incredibly resilient, a warrior in the face of adversity but can and will give up her own life for those who’ve earned it. She’s seen as a wild and dangerous nomad, an ace in the hole or a joker ready to stab you in the back at any second. She has her mission and is determined to fulfill it, no matter who or what stands in her way. But if you’re willing to help her, she may just throw you a bone.
Backstory: Since Frenchie is so secretive of her past and defensive of her personality, you’ll just have to get to know her in character to find out ;)

Finally got around to this, sorry
The sass incarnate has returned~