forum Calling the Apocalypse RP people where you at

Started April 16, 2019 by @Norepinephrinxx

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“Hm, I don’t know about that,” Marx said, “Partying has never really been my thing.”
He took another swing of beer, contemplating a bit.
“And yeah, stress is bad, but it’s all I’ve ever known.”

"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.

AJ nodded "alright. I was thinking we find a tech room and find a computer and look for other places nearby to raid?"

(Wouldn't the electricity not work?) "Poor baby." Fig hums, giggling

Marx scowled.
“It’s not like it was in vain,” he said, “I was on track to do some great things.”
He finished his second bottle and smashed it. Marx looked back towards the refrigerator, contemplating whether or not to keep going.

"G on." Fig urged, "Loosen up." Grabbing a granola bar off the counter she tosses it right into Marx's bag. "I can handle the rest of the looting."

“If I come back drunk, I don’t think I’ll ever hear the last of it,” Marx said, “but if you insist…”

Fig smirks to herself as Marx drinks, loading up the bags and giving him through time to get drunk.

After finishing his third bottle, Marx sighed and tossed the bottle aside.
“Ah, well I think that’s enough,” he said.
He went back to looking for a few more supplies before the alcohol really set in. He was feeling a little buzzed, and really didn’t want to have to deal with any ridicule or any real problems that might come with him going back drunk.

"So," Fig says casually, "Why are you in Cali?"

“No reason,” Marx said, “I’ve just been surviving and wandering to collect supplies, same as anyone else. I am from northern Cali, though.”

"So you're not with the bandits?" Fig arches an eyebrow. (I back!)

(Welcome back!)
“Bandits?” Marx asked, “No. I’m no more a bandit than any of the others who’ve raised convenience stores and the like. They a problem around here or something?”

"That depends." Fig hums, walking her fingers up Marx's arm. "You and Persephone looked pretty close back there, teasing and all. You sure you don't feel anything for her. I could help you guys hook up."

Marx pulled away a bit.
“I’m not so sure about that. If that’s what we wanted, that would’ve happened by now,” he said, “Last thing on my mind, especially when you put it like that.”

"You really wanna die a virgin, huh." Fig comments.

“You know, I really don’t care,” Marx spat, “And honestly, I don’t know why you care so much. Kind of creepy if you ask me.”

"Pff, I've been living with the same people since the apocalypse started." Fig snorts, "I'm ready for some new people…new drama…"

“Honey, I don’t exist to entertain people like you,” Marx snapped.
He grabbed a last bit of supplies and slung his bag over his shoulder, starting for the exit.
“Go get your trash reality-tv-esque material somewhere else,” he said.

"Meanie." Fig pouted. "If you don't like me that much why don't you and your friends just leave?"

“I didn’t come here for you,” Marx stated simply, “I’m not petty enough to leave just because you annoy the hell out of me. Now anyway, shouldn’t we be heading back?”

"What's the fun in that?" Fig mutters. "I'm not going back anytime soon."

Persephone hummed as she connected some more wires, smiling in relief when she heard the hum of the water filter turning on. Now at least there's water for the group.
"Marx? I got the water back on." Persephone says into the walkie-talkie. That's when she heard the groaning of Affecteds headed towards the loud humming of the damn that wouldn't shut off for another minute. "Shit. Gotta go. I'll meet you guys back at the college."

“You can stay in this old place if you want, but I’ve got friends who will worry about me if I’m gone too long,” Marx replied.

He heard his walkie talkie go off. Persephone’s voice was on the other end.
“Gotcha. I’ll be back soon,” he said.

"I guess this is by, then." Fig winks.