forum Calling the Apocalypse RP people where you at

Started April 16, 2019 by @Norepinephrinxx

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"Let's head to the classrooms and stuff to find things we can use for weapons and so we can build some." She said, standing up and putting the device away.

"Thank you." Turning on her heel, Persephone skips into the Dam's main building like an eight-year-old.

“So, Fig,” Marx said, “Lead the way, why don’t you? We’re burning daylight.”

"Bossy much?" Fig blows a big bubble and pops it, beginning to walk away. "And what's with the emphasis on my name?"

Marx snorted a little bit didn’t answer.
Who the fuck names their child “Fig?”
“Think what you want of me, I don’t really care.”

"Okay I will, jackass." Fig says haughtily. What the fuck kind of name is Marx?
I could really use a cheeseburger right now. Persephone thought as her stomach growled. Pulling out another barrel, she began to get to work on the wire box.

(I’m sorry that he’s the worst)

(No I love it.)

(Lmao good dynamic. It goes both ways)
Marx laughed. He made sure nothing dangerous was nearby as Fig did her work.

"C'mon, catch up!" Fig yells, already a good yard ahead of him. "The zombies can wait!"

“I mean, they can’t, but okay,” Marx muttered to himself.
He jogged to catch up, still closely observing every inch of his surroundings.

"Why are you such a sour jelly bean?" Fig asks harshly, heading back onto the main road to the area where all the shops were.

Marx snorted.
“I just like surviving is all,” he said plainly.
So what, he checked behind him every few seconds, barked out commands that would increase survival, and had a very serious attitude? Seemed to be working for him so far.

Heading into the convenience store Fig doesn't even look around, just hopes up on the counter, swinging her legs back and forth.

“Oh my god,” Marx huffed, walking through and passing Fig before examining the shelves.

"What, I need a smoke break." Fig rummages in a box on the counter and pulls out a lighter, then pulls a clove out of her back pocket, lighting it.

“Ugh, have fun dying,” Marx grumbled, “Can’t believe you waited until we were actually trying to do something to have a smoke.”
He sorted through the shelves, grabbing some food supplies that weren’t expired and shoving them into his bag along with some batteries and basic tools.

"Let's head to the classrooms and stuff to find things we can use for weapons and so we can build some." She said, standing up and putting the device away.

"Sounds like a plan." Keenan answered, pushing himself off of the counter. what if Fig is pissed if we take supplies? I guess there is no harm in looking around.

"Aww, I'm gonna get eaten by a zombie before I have the chance to get cancer." Fig scoffs. "You, need to lighten up. Wanna try?" She temptingly holds out a clove.

Marx cleared his through.
“I’m happy with my lungs as they are, thanks,” he scoffed, “You see, my poison of choice…”
He went into one of the refrigerators that had long been off and rolled out a couple of bottles of beer. There wasn’t much left.

"That's long past expired." Fig's nose wrinkles up. "Pass me one."

Marx rolled a bottle Fig’s way and went to open his own. He took a sip and made a wry face.
“Tastes like shit, but as long as it does the trick…”

Fig giggles and downs her drink in a long gulp before taking another hit on the clove. "So, what's your deal?" She asks, "You dating that Persephone chick?"

Marx laughed. “Very funny. But no. It’s the end of the world. I don’t have time to develop devoted relationships with people who might just die. I consider her a good friend though.”
He finished his first drink and went back for a second.

"It's the end of the world, why not party?" Fig bats her eyelashes then laughs and blows out a small cloud of smoke. "You look stressed all the time, didn't your doctors ever tell you it was bad to bottle things up? Before they died, I mean."