@ImNotCrazyImAFangirl
//still open?
//still open?
( Yep.)
//should I wait for shrunken wolf
(oof i gtg continue without me sorry)
( I think it's ok, besides we need more people.)
(The rest of us must insert their characters.)
(Okay. Pulling up my RP now.)
(We ready to go?)
Name: Naomi Justin
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Exploring, (Pansexual/Panromantic)
Age: 16
Personality: Nerdy and creative, very laid back.
Looks: (Below, roughly what she looks like, snagged it off internet)
Gear: (Remember, you get to choose one melee weapon and one outfit, and you start with a pocketknife and an empty backpack for default.) She has a whip (Gymnast, first place five years running)
Talents: Gymnastics, is a contortionist (She can bend her body every which way. She can place herself in abnormal and awkward positions easily is what I mean.)
(I am ready!!!)
(Alright then!)
( Nice.)
(Shall we start?)
(Anyone on?)
( I am but don't want to start.)
March woke up under a hotel bed, to come face to face with a dead man, it's skull collapsed, with various puncture wounds on it's face.
"Oh shit!" He lifted his bat, before he realized what was happening. His eyes drifted to its throat. A bite mark? This one was one of the infected. He actually remembered killing it before he passed out. He rolled from under the bed, careful not to snag his bat in the bed, or himself, if he did, God only knew he'd be infected, what with all the fire on it. He surveyed the area on guard. Nut instead of infected, he came face to face with a bunch of people, littered across the room. Their breathing told him that they were alive.
Naomi woke up, dizzy. "I-Is anyone here?" she mumbled, groaning.
(Hmh?)
Marcoh approached the young girl.
"I'm, I'm here… Are you alright?"
"I-I-I think so… I can't move…." she groaned.
"What can I get you?" He asked , keeping on guard. He wanted to trust this girl, but this might well be a trick. He kept wary… Anyone here could be an enemy.
"Um… don't worry, mainly my shoulders and right leg are dislocated… It happens a lot. Can you just pop them back into place?"
"Ah, sure." He kneeled, hefting his bat over his shoulder , careful not to prick himself, and popped them back. Someone stirred, he was on his feet almost inhumanity quick.
"Also, don't worry about the dislocation. I'm a contortionist, so I can wake up with any and every limb in a weird position. It doesn't hurt, just annoying."
"Alright." He offered her his hand, wondering how they all got here. His memory was a bit murky.
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