forum There are Eyes Everywhere //Large apocalyptic group roleplay //OPEN//

Started December 12, 2023 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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(so im actually going to make a gc here in a minute so you should post them on there! id love to get to the rp in this thread just so we don't overwhelm anybody (including me :,)

(Ofc not a problem!)

(Hello! I have been sent the link and now I am here)

(yay! you can copy and paste your character sheet if you really want to!)

Name: Rachel Jonas
Age: 20
Gender/pronouns: female she/her
Sexuality: she's straight, but she's not really into relationships and romance.
Shipping: she's open and I would love anyone who welcomes a challenge to try and romance her. She's got so many walls up man.
Appearance: she's around 5'6 with a sort of stocky build. She's got curves and the like but nothing super out there, a bit on the lean side. She's strong but a bit on the skinny side. She has shoulder length ginger hair and some blonde bangs that curl around her face. She's got eyes that could be describe as either the setting sun or a blazing fire. Though they seem to have last their twinkle a long time ago.
She's got peachy skin with a black star tattoo under her left eye, no bigger then a quarter.
She always has a dog tag necklace on her, as well as a camo jacket and a white t-shirt. She wears just normal jeans along with some cackys. She's got hair bands on her at all times incase she needed to tie her hair back into a ponytail or a bun.
She's got pierced ears, the top of her lobe and the bottom where normal piercings are. She has just the normal little loop and a chain that goes from the top to the bottom.
She's got some vans on usually, or just some casual tennis shoes.
Personality: shes extremely cunning and smart.
she does show that she cares if you manage to slide your way into her stone laced heart, however she keels her emotions locked in a box and keeps the key away from it at almost all times that she can.
She is extremely loyal depending on the person, however if you do manage to get her to trust you then you are one lucky person.
Shes got a really huge amount of trust issues out the gate, honestly she would much rather shoot first and ask questions later but she knows how stupid of an idea that is. So she will threaten you and if you dont talk to her and answer her questions she may shoot you. That or she will jusg abandon you if she sees fit.
Firm set of morals that she will not bend on.
She dosent have much of a filter and can tend to be very blunt when it comes to talking with people. She's also argumentative and is very stubborn when it comes to most things.

Backstory: She grew up as a single child, it was just her mom, her dad and herself. She didn't know anything different and was quite happy with the attention from both of her parents..that was until one of them last his job and started taking up gambling…after loosing a Ton of their money the mom confronted him one night. The argument got heated and she was slapped by the dad, he told her he was the man of the house and it shouldn't concern her what he did with his money. She should just continue making money and supporting the family, be a better wife. She yelled at him more, and another smack was distributed. Unfortunate for Rachel..she was able to hear the whole argument, and she winced at every slap and scream she heard. Hiding in her room the whole time under the covers.
Months go by and her father starts developing a drinking habit, consuming any alcohol in his reach. It only fuels his gambling addiction as he spends more and more of the family money, and he continues to loose the money as he is horrible at gambling. Slowly he starts picking on Rachel as well, as he catches her sneaking food at night. He drags her by her hair and beats her, she at least got to eat the food. Her mother realizes where Rachel's brusies are coming from and she's starting to get fed up with the dad, but can't do anything with her all day shifts and sleeping at night time.
Lets skip forward in time, Rachael is now 13 years old. She's showing up to school with bruises and bandaids patched over her and tired eyes. She dosent talk about it though, just playing with her friends at school and doing her school work like nothings wrong besides a nap from time to time in the middle of class. She was a good student for most of it, and people though she was a cool friend. Well let's just say it's her birthday right..? She's come home and she's expected to have this amazing night with cake and presents, but it turns out her parents had gotten in a fight, but her mom still allowed her to go over to her friends house instead of staying In her own home. So she spends the night at her friends house and when she comes back she's calling for her mom and she can't find her, she starts getting worried and when she finds her dad standing over the kitchen sink she starts tugging on him, asking where her mom is..until she smells blood, and almost gags..seeing the blood on his hands her eyes widened and she stumbles back, before running around the house and looking for her mom, yelling for her until she comes into the parents room. There her moms corpse lays on the floor, in a pool of Blood, she screams the loudest she's ever screamed and tries to rush to her mom and shake her. She starts crying and asking for her mom over and over again, getting blood on her clothes. The dad comes in and drags her away from the body, and throws her in the hall closet and locks her in there as he cleans up the body and the room. Leaving her to sob in the closet for a good few hours, eventually he has to let her out so she can eat, and she takes a bath to wash the blood off after she finishes eating, well eating what she can after seeing her mothers dead body but she can't stop crying, she eventually cries herself to sleep. She refuses to go to school the next day, but her dad drags her out of bed. He has a knife with him, he pins her to the the wall and stops the knife into it threatening her that if she ever told anyone what she saw..she would get to meet mommy, for lack of a better phrase. She was terrified, she asked him if she could go to school and that she swore she wouldn't tell anyone, and he said it was Okay. She realized that she had probably missed the bus by the time she got ready, but her dad refused to take her so she had to walk..she made sure that she checked the roads twice whenever she crossed the road and all that Jaz, she made her way to school and the teacher got mad at her for being late which she explained her dad had forgotten to wake her up and left for work so she had to walk. The teacher didn't bother her after that, but she was still nervous through out the entire day. When it came time to get picked up well..usually her mom was the one to pick her up so she was stuck waiting for a couple hours…she got shoved into the ground by some kids who made fun of her and said her parents had forgotten about her. The teacher offered to drive her home and she decided to accept…well on the drive to her house it was dead silent…then the teacher asked how her mom was and she had no idea how to respond, she started panicking and felt the tears pool up but by the time the teacher noticed she was crying they had gotten to her house. She thanked her teacher snd got out, running to the house and shutting the door behind her. She had to stop herself from hyperventilating but she ended up vomiting in the bathroom, she quickly cleaned everything up and went to do her homework, she decided that she would go to the police for help, she makes the claim that night and the police get onto him, but he’s able to worm his way out of it. He evades questioning and even holds off on abusing her so there is no physical evidence on her body of any of her claims, as well as threatens her from telling the truth when the police question her. Essentially the police dont have any evidence to support a case so they unfortunately brush it off and give her a warning. She went to bed hungry that night, but at least she finished her homework..she could focus on being a good student at the very least. Well she found herself not having the appetite to eat from time to time, or just forgetting to pack herself a lunch box. Her dad just continues to spend money, but when there's no one to make the money they start running out of food, and all he does is use the money to buy alcohol. She tries to make her own money but her dad just kept taking it from her, no matter where she tried to hide it and when she was found to be hiding it he would beat her. She didn't let the teacher drive her home after school, just choosing to walk home on her home. Though she was getting bullied at school as well as being hit at home, and one day she just decided to run away. She got her things and as much money as she had at the time and she just ran. She was only 14 but she couldn't take it anymore. She ran and ran and ran…her dad didn't care, he didn't file a missing report or anything after she didn't come home. However the teacher was worried about how she was always at school and called the police.
Luckily for her the police found in an alley shivering and hungry, she was coerced into getting the car and she was given a blanket and some hot chocolate as she was at the station and they moved to give her dad a call and she panicked. She jumped up and told them not to call her dad, but that just made everyone look at her, and then they questioned her on why they shouldn't call her dad, she knew she had screwed up so she tried to make up some random reason like her dad worked late but the officers didn't seem to believe her…they decided to just accompany her home and wait for her dad with her despite her desperate pleas that she would be fine alone. She knew when he came home from gambling and saw a police car she would be punished.. she tried to get him to leave the whole time but the police officer refused so she decided to at least get a drink then maybe he would leave when he saw how good they functioned.
That is until she heard the car door slam outside, and then the door jerked open. She could hear the arguing from the kitchen and she tried to run out to the dinning area but he turned to her with crazy eyes, he rushed over to her and grabbed her by the hair as she cried out in pain her dad pulled her up and demanded to know what he told them. He dropped her after she started crying and pleading saying she didn't tell them anything, he hit her and that's when the police officer came in and immediately separated them and arrested him after some aggression, tho he managed to grab her hair and drag her out of the room with her, the second police officer made sure he let go of her and stayed with her as her dad got pulled away. The other police officer tried to comfort her but it didn't work, she just flinched away from any form of contact, so he brought out a stuffed rat to give to her. He introduced himself and the plushie holding it out to her. She looked at it before taking it and holding it close to her chest. The police officer smiled at her, and stood up offering her a hand. She looked at him for a few moments before taking his hand and pulling herself up, and just sticking close to him as she walked past the car with him in it and got into the car with officer Shio, trying not to look at her dad and hugging David the rat anytime she heard her dad yelling from the other car. The officer assured her that she would be safe from no on, and he couldn't hurt her anymore. She just commented on how she wasn't so sure..but she didn't say anything after that. She was just taken to the station…or driven by the station? She looked at officer shio and asked where they were going and he just smiled at her and said that David needed a friend..plus he looked pretty hungry. It was in that moment her stomach growled and she blushed in embarrassment. He got them some food and bought her a nice warm coat before heading back to the station. She didn't see her dad anywhere, which made her relax a little, holding on officer shios hand. Eventually they decided to pit her off to a social services worker. She didn't want to leave shios side but they wouldn't let her stay with him so he told her that everything was gonna be okay, and that he knew she would be alright and find the best family for her. She was taken away from him after a tight hug. They put her with a foster home, but she didn't want to be there. The siblings were awful to her and bullied her, and her half siblings were given special treatment. Every time she felt alone tho she just gave David the rat a hug, and he helped her not feel so alone. She wore the coat that was bought every day, it was nice and felt like a warm hug when she wore it. Eventually she was given up for some reason unknown to her..but the next family was worse then the first one, well when she says worse she means the child of the original parent took David, and she was completely okay with sharing he wouldn't give it back and was starting to chew on it so she tried to take it back, but it wripped and then the baby started crying, and when she tried to explain the situation she was hit for making the kid cry. So she just kept quiet, but later that night she sowed up David all nice and new and grabbed her coat and shoes and ran away from the house. She didn't want to stay somewhere they would just hit her again, and the parents caught her trying to run away and dragged her back. They locked all of her windows and locked her door and didn't give her dinner for the night. She was forced to go to school the next day, a brand new school. She was 15 now after all, her mom wanted her to act more like a lady. She decided not to talk to anyone or get any food for lunch because she didn't have any lunch money to pay for it. However one of the lunch monitors noticed her behavior and bought her lunch, she was very thankful for it and ate it right up, she thanked the lunch monitor and went to class after lunch was over. While class was going, she asked for a bathroom pass and was given one, but she tried to run away from the school during the bathroom break she was given but one of the teachers in the hallway caught her, and called her foster parents. She was taken home early, and once again given no food in her room. Only this time, she broke her window and ran away successfully. She managed to get all the way into the city and found herself in an allyway. She used her warm coat and slept with David in that alleyway, but her legs were cold and when she woke up her stomach growled at her. She hadn't eaten in a good while..she pulled out her mini backpack and took out the sandwich she packed from school, and ate it right up before exhaling and sitting with David. She hide from adults and Eventually learned to start stealing things without getting caught, up until age was 16. She stole from the wrong person, but this time she didn't get arrested or taken back to her family. It was another thief, and they had admired her stealing skills and decided to take her under their wing. She was taken back to there house and given all the food she could eat. She definitely ate a lot, she was given her own room and taught how to steal. She was told the police were bad, but she remembered shio..and she tried to say not all were bad, but over time it was sunk in through corrupt cops that they were all bad and she forgot about shio. That leads into later years, were eventually she outgrow that jacket shio bought her, and she out stole her mentor. She managed to get her own place, a pretty nice apartment that she fixed up. She still sees her mentor from time to time but has set out on her own for now. When she heard her dad got out of prison …she was furious, she wanted to go off on him for everything he had done because he had not had nearly enough time or years of service in jail. She moved to buy a gun, before deciding to just slit his throat. She snuck into his house and went behind him and tried to slit his throat. Unfortunately he caught on and threw her over him into the wall, she coughed and dropped the scalpel. She pulled out her gun shot him three times in the gut. He slumped to the floor, and she grabbed his corpse and drove it out of the neighborhood, putting him in a trash bag and putting the trashcan to get taken out with the rest of the trash. No one saw her leave, no one saw her enter. She made sure she would never get connected back to the case, and it was only later that month that they discovered the smell of rotting flesh and then discovered his corpse in the trash. The case Is still on going.
Well it would be if the apocalypse didn't happen.

Name: Jasper
Age: 14
Gender/pronouns: she her female
Sexuality: she's just fourteen, and she dosent know the concepts that are required for this lol.
Shipping: if you have someone near her age then maybe, but it would only be a little kid romance.
Appearance: she's got long scruffy and messy dark brown hair so deep you'd think it's black. The hair so thick and tangled it's sure to break a few brushes along the way. It's wavy when you actually get down to it, though it's definitely got a few leaves and branches hidden inside of it. She has a flannel that's a bit tight on her, along with an under shirt that's grown with her. The shorts she's wearing are a bit short for her as well, her shoes are worn down to the sole. She has deep eye bags and eyes that almost seem dim with the weight of how much it's seen. She's got scars on her neck wrists, back, arms and face. Though she has Thread stitched and sown into her face, creating xs on her eyebrows, and down the line from her nose to her lip. She has them down her neck and on her arms as well. She's got a tanner skin tone, leaning towards being colored. Though she's got a lack of color from being Mal nourished a lot of her life. She's got a scruffy beanie that's a bit big in her, but seems to be the only thing that will actually fit her. She's got hazel eyes and freckles that dot along her face.
Personality: she's extremely protective of those that she's close too, though she's so extremely untrusting of those around her. Specifically men. She's almost got Like a feral disposition with the way that she will use any means to fight against you if you choose to Try and hurt those she cares about. She tends to be extremely jumpy from time to time, along with being both touch starved and touch sensitive. She can't be touched for longer then five seconds or she will start to panic.
Backstory: find out in roleplay :))

//TW heavy gore//

The date is February 1st, 2018. The time is 1 AM. About an hour before the disease reached the public and possibly your character. People in the country are most likely to get reached last, let alone know about it at all. It's cold and winter was rather rough and long this year around so it was just starting to warm up.
News of a cannibalistic disease has spread countrywide but the severity of it has yet to be released and is thought to only be in contained environments.

Jesse Nadhi stands in a dimly lit underground room with a crowd of people hollering and shouting, leaning over the railing surrounding some sort of fighting ring and placing their bets. Using money, drugs, animals, cars, etc. as their currency. The walls around her are made of concrete, including the ceiling. The floor of the ring was made of dirt, the concrete stripped from the square. She stares at a rectangular ring about the size of an average living room with two barred cages on either side of the ring.
The metal bars rattle as two large animals scratch at and bang their bodies against the railing as they try to get out, deep growls and barks coming from inside.
The stench of sweat, drugs, smoke, dust, and dirty animals fills the room and Jesse's lungs. Though she doesn't react, as she's used this.
Jesse turns away at a loud bang, the metal clanging and scraping at the concrete. Two huge dogs lunge out at each other from across the ring, their paws beating at the ground and their claws at one another.
She makes her way towards the edge of the wall and opens a large metal grey door, rolling up the sleeves of her dull green and black flannel from her wrists to just below her elbows, ready to get her hands dirty if need be.
The second she walks into the room, she's greeted by two men. One is a large man a few inches shorter than her with brown hair and a thick beard and mustache. He wears a heavy winter coat with fur lining the hood and his hair is swiped back as if he was trying a little too hard to look intimidating.
The other man was of similar stature but just a little lighter with lighter brown hair.
"Who are you?" the larger of the men asks Jesse. To which she doesn't reply to his question. Instead, she looks to their waists, then to their faces. "does anyone else know you two are here?" she asks, looking down at the both of them.
Jesse's voice is low, scratchy, and threatening. It seemed as if she couldn't care less about what she was doing. As if this were routine for her. With German being her first language, most of the time when she speaks English she misses a few syllables or conjunction words for the English language. It's very obvious that it's not her first, or honestly even her 3rd language, and often she's not easily understood.
The men furrow their brows, looking at each other and then to Jesse. They say nothing, not wanting to give out any info if it meant it could compromise them. But they just gave Jesse exactly what she needed to know.

"Good" she replies, stepping around them and towards the desk they stood in front of. Confused, they look at each other, shrugging before reaching for their weapons and facing their bodies towards her.
"I would not do that if I were you," she says, setting a loaded pistol on the table calmly.
"Yeah? And why not? Two of us, one of y-" The dark-haired man's voice is interrupted by a loud gunshot, ringing throughout the concrete room. The man almost jumps out of his skin before he turns to see his partner fall to the floor.
(gore here below)
His limp body lay on the dirt floor, blood leaking out of his skull and onto the ground beneath. An exit bullet hole was more than just visible in the middle of his face, his nose blown clean off, along with his upper jaw, the lower part laying almost fully severed on the floor shattered teeth particles scattered around, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
Jesse stands there, gun still on the table. She didn't shoot him. So who did?
Heels click along the floor as a tall, slim woman steps into the room, a gun in her hand. The first thing he notices is her short dark red hair slicked back and her black winged eyeliner.
The woman wears a black blazer with looking to be nothing underneath, only the bottom two buttons being buttoned up, showing a good bit of cleavage. Her top is paired with dress pants, large-heeled boots, and black gloves. She looks at Jesse and winks at her "Missed me?" she asks as she shuts the door behind her with her hip.
Jesse picks up the gun and shoots the man in the chest as he's distracted and confused. He falls to the ground, gasping for air now and reaching for his gun with one hand, the other on his chest, trying to stop the blood.
The woman kicks the gun on the floor aside and steps over him, letting him lay there and suffer.
"Zander…about time you got here," Jesse says to her, her eyes narrowing down on her as she sits on the side of the desk, looking up at Jesse. "mm i wanted to make you wait just a little bit hun" she says with a teasing smile.
Jesse rolls her eyes and holsters her gun. "I've got the files I need. We need to get out of here" she says, stepping around the desk and looking down at the man.
"finish him off. I was told to get something from the back" she says bluntly. Zander slips off of the desk and runs her hand along her arm "alright. Lets just be quick. Ive got a bubble bath waiting for us at home" she says with a wink.
Jesse sighs that sounds nice she thinks to herself before they head to the back.
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(little skip bc I don't want this to be too long)
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Jesse closes the tailgate of her big, black Ford truck, a large brindle-patterned Cane Corso lays unconscious in the metal kennel in the bed. She looks down to her arm, covered in blood, bite marks, and dried saliva she had gotten from getting the dog from the kennel out to her truck.
With a heavy sigh, she hops into the driver's side and pulls out of the driveway, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on Zander's thigh as they make their way home.
She turns on the radio, trying to switch the channel but all of them are the same.
Cannibalistic virus spreading across psych wards across the nation
different channel
virus
different channel
deadly disease contained
different channel
13 assumed dead
What is this shit?

Zander rests her head on her palm as they drive down the bumpy dirt road leading to the trailer park they live in, her brows furrowed at the radio in confusion.
Once the truck is parked next to a large tan and white RV. They step out and round the vehicle to the back, opening it and picking up the body of the dog, setting it next to a tree in their cheaply fenced-in backyard, tying it to the tree with a thick chain, a control collar already resting on its next. The dog's chest rose and fell with its soft breaths.
"thought it was dead for a second" Jesse jokes to Zander, who was out of breath "Dead or alive, that horse is heavy as fuck" she complains before making her way into their RV.
Jesse follows, she shuts the door behind her before Zander slips out of her clothes and into a white tank top, slipping her holster off her hip and setting it on the nightstand, plopping down onto their queen-sized bed, looking to the clock, it read 2:30 am

The hospital is cold and the air is thin as it flows into Min-Hyuk's lungs, stinging his nose. The smell of medicine around him makes his skin itch and the sound of his mother wheezing rhythmically makes his stomach turn over.
His painted black nails run over the skin on his arm, over the red mark it's created. The dead skin is lifted and serrated and blood threatens to break through.
Min-Hyuk turns away from the window of the hospital and to his sister who sits next to the bed, holding her mother's hand and reading a book.
Her voice is soft with a smooth pitch to it whenever she reads the vowels from the page in Korean. Occasionally Seo Hyeon looks to her mother and smiles softly, wiping black and grey strands of hair from her face.
Their mother has a name tag on the end of her bed frame that reads Yoori Youn. A beautiful name to match the smile she gave her daughter.
Min-Hyuk takes a deep breath and sits beside the bed on the other side of her, now sitting across from his sister. His eyes focus not on his mother but on the flowers that lay beside the bed on a small nightstand. The colors are too much and the water in the vase beside the outlet makes him anxious.
He knows the men are going to be here any second to take him away. Blood stained his shirt underneath his hoodie and he smelled awfully like a campfire and burnt flesh. So why did he stay in his seat, focusing on what texture the petals of his mother's flowers were while he resisted the urge to tell his sister to shut up and stop reading that boring ass book.
He needs to leave. To get out of here.
They're coming for me.
They're coming for me.
They're com-
"Min-Hyuk?"
His mother's voice calling his name snaps him out of his thoughts. A string of hope pierces his chest as he takes in a sharp breath, his gray eyes locking onto hers.
"Hm?" he asks, confused now. His brows furrow.
"Is that your name? My daughter was just telling me about you. Are you her friend from school? Oh, when she first started college I just knew she'd make a lot of friends. She's so sweet"
And with that, his heart sinks…

Min-Hyuk smiles and nods "Oh…yeah that's my name." he says quietly, his voice trying not to break. He clears his throat.
He feels a hand on his own. His mothers.
Her skin is thin and her bones are frail. Her hand is shaky but she squeezes it firmly. "what's wrong lovely?" she asks him, her brows furrowed with concern.
Min-Hyuk shakes his head "oh I'm sorry. Spring is coming up. My allergies are kicking in early this year.” he pauses, swallowing the lump in his throat “anyway, uhm yeah i went to college with her. I graduated a few years back" he lies "I wanted to come with her to see you today. I hope you don't mind that" he asks
She scoffs, shaking her head "Oh of course i don't mind. You think you two could sneak me out of here? I hate being stuffed up in this room with nothing to do but read a book!" she gives a weak laugh.
"You'll get out of here soon momma." Seo Hyeon says with a soft smile, leaning towards her just a little. Her long hair falls in her face before she sweeps it back out of the way. "and when you do, we can cook together and i can take you to the new park down the street! It'll be amazing. I promise" she says, holding her pinky out.
Min-Hyuk blocks out any more conversation and looks back out of the window. He knew since they were family he was allowed in here so late at night. But he felt like he should leave. Like he's waiting for security to kick him out any second now.
Was he even considered family anymore? His own mother failed to remember him. What was his purpose of being here?
Min-Hyuk stands, the chair making a sudden scratchy noise as he pushes it back, making them all jump and look to Min-Hyuk.
"sorry I'm going to use the restroom real quick," he says to them, giving his mother's hand a small squeeze before letting go. He quickly slips around the corner out of the room and makes his way down the hall, nodding to the nurse at the front desk before stepping outside

Min-Hyuk shoves his hands in the pockets of his red hoodie to grab out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
Lighting it, he looks up into the sky as he watches the white clouds roll in, He looks down from the sky and to the road in front of the hospital, then out a little further to see the blurred lights passing by on the highway as he puts the cigarette to his lips. He takes a deep breath in, letting the bitter smoke fill his lungs and warm his chest.
Exhaling, he watches the smoke fill the air around him, not bothering to wave it away. It makes his eyes water and sting a little but it calms his nerves more than anything else that he's tried. Maybe he wasn't on the right medication. He didn't know, nor did he care enough to find out. Min-Hyuk more preferred simple, temporary fixes instead of long ones. As he knew he wouldn't live much longer.
Through the smoke, Min-Hyuk sees flashing red and blue lights and panic rises in his chest. He freezes in place, looking blankly at what he quickly made out to be a police car.
"Shit" he curses before dropping the cigarette and bolting around the corner before the cops get out of the vehicle.
His pulse quickly rises and he feels it in his ears, the blood thumping in his head along with his heartbeat. He runs as fast as he can around the building, hoping to go around and come back into the hospital. It would be much easier to evade anyone inside of a building. The trick was getting inside.
Soon he stops in front of a door to the back and a latter beside it. He quickly twists the handle to the door-or attempts to anyway. But finds himself jerked down to the cement.
"Min-Hyuk Youn. You're under arrest for the murder of Nathaniel Hayes. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can-and will be used against you in the court of law"

boop :/

Rachel sat in her living room, stroking Colt's head. She was in deep thought about well… Her life. Everything she had been through, how she struggled just to claw her way out, and for what. she had a house and a dog. She didn't need a job right now because she was a very skilled pickpocket and could just steal if she needed more money. She woke up at 3 am and wasn't able to go back to sleep because of her insomnia.
Which was annoying, because she managed to fall asleep around 12, and was hopeful she would stay asleep. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, so she was up in her living room with Colt. She sighed and looked down at her dog. She reached down and pressed her forehead to his own, and just sat there for a few seconds. She then pulled away from him and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
She moved to stand up, stretching her arms out. Colt tilted his head at her as he watched her stare into the distance. She spotted Colt's leash and smirked a bit.
"Hey Colt, did you want to go on a walk buddy?" She spoke, going over to grab his leash and harness off of the hook on the wall. His face just lit up and he started wagging his tail, he bounded over to her and sat down in front of her.
she chuckled softly, moving to put his leash and harness on him and then head towards the door. She opened it and they were off, walking around at 3 am.

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Jasper was stuck, stuck like she had been for what felt like forever. She had no real way to pass the time, only the words she heard from people passing by her window. they talked about strange things that she didn't understand or didn't know about. She did get to watch the seasons change, well, she didn't know they were called seasons until she heard people calling it that. There was winter, which was super-duper cold and produced snow from the sky. then there was Fall, and she didn't understand why it was called Fall. She liked to call it autumn. She heard some people calling it that and it sounded prettier than just fall. Autumn was really pretty, especially when the orange things fell off of the big, tall brown things.
There were fewer people when it was autumn…then there was spring. which didn't sound like it should be a seasonal word either, just like fall. She called it the green season. everything turned green, and even some pretty spots of purple and blue. She wanted to go outside during the green season badly. everyone else got to enjoy it but her…. but it's okay! she would get out there one day and enjoy it like everyone else. She could propose the idea that they change it from spring to the pretty green season.
The next season, and the final season. People called it summer, and she didn't understand it either. Why did people name things so weirdly? how did the word summer, convey that it was so hot during that time?
they should have called it the sunny season. Sun time! something that you knew by talking about it. Oh, yeah its sunny season, hope it doesn't get too hot this year!
it always did. Every time the sunny season came, she was sweating so much, and she stank really bad. She always felt like she was thirsty more than at any other time.
it was just that hot during the summer season.
she saw so many kids playing during the sunny season…and she wished she could join them. she wanted so badly to join them, but she couldn't call out to them. Bad men would hear….and she couldn't touch the bars because they would often get too hot, and she would hurt her hands or her face.
she sighed, knowing that it would continue to be cold for a long time and that she wouldn't get to feel the snow unless it piled up on the ground and spilled through the bars onto the floor.
it was also what the people upstairs called…the slow season. it was a horrible not fun season…she wished that it would leave as soon as it started. she knew it started when she started hearing yelling upstairs…and that was the least of her worries.
less food…and less water as well.
she curled up in a ball as she held herself, wondering when she would be rid of this cruel fate.

Shaun would find himself in this position time and time again, somewhat of a nightly tradition for him (or just insomnia.) Sitting alone in his crappy, slightly shady apartment, legs propped up on the couches arm as he endlessly clicks through channels on his small TV looking for something to watch. But that's the funny thing about living days, perhaps even only hours before a complete and utter outbreak, all anyone on these stupid channels wants to talk about is this virus that's potentially 'sweeping the nation.' yeah, sweeping the nation my ass. Shaun would rather shit in his hands and clap than actually let himself be fooled into thinking this is anything more than a hoax or some non-issue that's being blown out of proportion. Even if it is real, he muses, thinking to himself, my lonely ass would never be dumb enough to catch it.

Shaun stares at the TV with disdain as he finally just settles on some soap opera in a language he can't even begin to identify, silently cursing his luck in cable tv channels. But, it's whatever. Hes probably going to pass out soon anyways, and wake up at noon tomorrow to show up to his rank ass restaurant job (late, like always). His coworkers hate him, but he doesn't hate that, it's funny to see their souls drain further as soon as he walks his happy ass through that door. Shaun had just resigned himself to drifting off to cantonese drama shows his grandma probably would've skinned him for watching when he hears- something. At first he's not even sure he actually heard it, cracking his almost fully closed eyes open a bit further with an annoyed scowl. Then he hears it again, this slight- thudding sound, from somewhere to his right. Its not in the apartment with him, which means it's probably in the alleyway right outside his window. Thankfully he lives on the second floor so whatever crazed serial killer is probably out there wouldn't be able to get him if they tried.

So he tries to shrug it off at first, closing his eyes again. But after about 3 minutes of listening to that same thudding noise over and over, and finding it impossible to actually get sleepy again, he groans and slowly drags himself up from the couch, a genuinely pissed look on his face as he stumbles over to the window, pushing it open and leaning out of it. He's ready to yell at whatever kind of drunk or druggie that could be out there, when he pauses. Theres- he doesn't see it immediately, but realizes that the noise (now louder) is coming from directly below his window. As if he were in a shitty low budget zombie horror movie, he gulps and cranes his head downwards, the thing he sees genuinely perplexing and almost pissing him off even more. There's just. This guy, standing down there, slamming his head against the brick wall. Over. And over. Its genuinely disgusting because this guy is practically splitting his skull open, what the actual fuck is that? I mean, he doesn't even wanna yell anymore in case the guy goes fucking super saiyan on him for disturbing his weird ass ritual.

"When will it enndddd…" Cherry complained as she seemed to give up, squishing her cheek to the papers on her desk and closing her eyes. It felt like she hadn't gotten sleep in a full forty-eight hours and wanted nothing more than to go home and embrace the love of her life.
Which was her bed.

Well, it wasn't exactly the love of her life, her fiancé taking that label from anything else she frequently called the love of her life. Things like her now up-and-running library cafe, alcoholic drinks and in return clubs she frequented, books, gardens, coffee, and the more well-known one, her bed. It had become a habit to call those things the love of her life when they made her extremely happy.
But college was brutal, especially when the classes she took demanded so much of her, not to mention all the other things like her apartment and paying bills, the cafe taking most of her time outside of school-related activities.

Cherry knew that running a small business wasn't going to be an easy feat so she had requested help from a few others who actually knew what they were doing…
Not that she didn't know what she was doing! Not at all! She knew exactly what she was doing. Piece of cake. Pie. Donuts. Croissants. Pan dulce….
Cherry snapped her head back up, a few of the papers sticking to her face as she did so before they fell. The temptation of going to the back where they baked the goods strong. She had been strictly told not to take any of the pastries when the main baker found a few of them missing one time. The last straw had been when she had nearly emptied a whole tray in one night.

Barril sin fondo. They had called her which only made Cherry slightly embarrassed. I mean fine, she could admit it, she had gotten a little carried away.

There was a moment of silence as Cherry sat in her chair by the front of the cafe, mulling over her game plan, though mostly listening to see if no one was around since some of the workers stuck around even this late at night. They knew of her bad habits and tried to keep her from it, although mostly it was to prep for the next day. Still, Cherry had her suspicions.

After a second longer Cherry stood, the legs of the chair scraping loudly against the floor, it almost seeming intentional.
It was.

She walked around the large empty building, acting like she was inspecting the place, but in reality, she was eyeing the cameras, waiting for the right moment for them to turn before booking it into the kitchen.
It was fineee, it's not like eating one or two pastries would be the end of the world.
Just one.
Or two.
Welllll, maybe just three.
It would be fine. Yeah. It would be fine. She told herself as her eyes landed on some of the small square pastries, her face lighting up as a sinister smile took the place of the previous hesitant one.

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//TW implied SA//

"Look what the cat dragged in."
Or in this case, Jake was the cat getting dragged in. His very appropriately cat-like eyes slowly and tiredly looking up at one of the men who seemed to be the leader in all of this, almost as if to say "really?"

Currently Jake was not dressed to be fighting anyone, his tight clothes and heels being a testament to that.

Whore. They had called out to him, to which a shit-eating grin had graced his lips. Obviously, you didn't egg on those who had ill intentions toward you, but tonight Jake was in a bad mood despite the contradictory smile on his face, a laced undertone of anger as the man in front of him listed out all the things that were going to happen to him in the next few hours. It became increasingly apparent what had happened to his coworkers who were currently in the hospital recovering from their injuries. The descriptions they gave now strikingly similar to the three men around him.

Jake was no stranger to finding himself in these types of situations, it came with the job, but if there was something he knew, it was, that although his time associated with a certain gang had been short, he could get himself out of almost any shit situation he found himself in.
So when one of them approached him, now messing with their clothes, Jake's patience snapped, the room erupting into chaos as a fight broke out.

…

Cocky. Cocky fucking idiot. Jake scolded himself as he pressed a cloth to his shoulder which was now bleeding profusely, the other "lighter" wounds on his person making Jake wince as he moved to walk.
Jake wasn't as strong as he could be, but he wasn't scrawny either. What he lacked in strength he made up with quick thinking and playing dirty.
He huffed, a tired smile replacing his neutral expression at the thought of the enraged yet fearful looks he had received from those men when he had picked up a rusty pipe and swung. He hadn't killed the man…or at least Jake didn't think so, but he hadn't exactly stopped to check, making his exit when he had gotten a few bone-crunching hits in.
Hell, it was already three am- he didn't get paid nearly enough to put up with horny bastards who had it out for people like him.

Jake made a small groaning sound as his body pleaded with him to take himself to a hospital.
Absolutely not, he could care less if he was dying, a hospital was one of the very last places you'd see him and he would continue to keep it that way.
"Guess it's time to show up uninvited to Andre's apartment…" He muttered to himself as he looked up at the street names and forced himself onward.