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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2018 1:07:44 GMT
Celeri River runs through the forest, an old concrete bridge the only way to cross it without getting wet. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2018 2:19:09 GMT
WARREN CASKA
He had his back against a tree, the bark digging into his skin through the thin material of his shirt. But that wasn't what he was paying attention to; the brightly colored comic in his lap was far more entertaining. With his long legs splayed out in front of him and a small, content smile on his face, Warren was in his own little world, studying the same pictures he had hundreds of times before but still as engrossed as the very first time. He didn't know the character's name, or what they were saying, but he did know that the hero would set everything right. Save his mom and the day.
With the water of the river trickling in the background Warren was happy to let his guard down for a while. To his left he had a clear view of the bridge he just crossed to get to this shaded patch, as well as the limp body of a walker laying with its head smashed in, courtesy of the splintering baseball bat laying by his leg. He deserved a break.
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Post by Revan on Mar 19, 2018 4:05:31 GMT
Dustil stretched his arms back as passed over the old stone bridge extending across the river. He generally spent most of his time in the city, but his recent scavenging had brough him out to the forest beyond. He didn't yet have enough salvage to make a trip all the way to Mortuus Mall, but he needed some place safe to hang for the night and trade for some supplies. Perdita Camp seemed to be the best place to stop, so that was his intended destination. But as he reached the other side of the water, he caught sight of a figure up against a tree. It wasn't stumbling around like one of the undead, and so Dustil figured it was either dead or a human. He wasn't sure which to hope for as he approached, but it soon became apparent that it was the latter. TAGGED: @razza | OOC: first post finally |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 1:40:16 GMT
WARREN CASKA
It was the sound of footsteps approaching that broke Warren out of his trance, his hand immediately flying to the bat by his side. It took him no time at all to find the figure coming near him, an obviously human form and, based on the decent posture and lack of gurgling groans, one that was very much alive. Warren exhaled dramatically, his eyes closing and head tilting back against the tree in a show of relief. "Christ," he chuckled, a grin peeling across his features. He didn't move to stand or do much of anything as he studied the approaching guy, looking relaxed as ever as if he was in the company of an old friend rather than a complete stranger. "Hey mate," Warren greeted, bending his knees in front of him so he could prop up his elbow and wave.
Notes: yayyyy c: |
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Post by cello0fthor on Mar 25, 2018 22:00:37 GMT
Faryn Wood
_____________________________________________________________________ Faryn stumbled along the river, groaning as her 'cowboy boots' made her feet feel heavy. Cowboy boots, yeah right, she growled reminiscing about the old world movies where they seemed to always be comfortable in their boots, but nope! These made life miserable, she'd have to find new shoes soon. She sighed stopping at the water edge and began to clean off her hands, then she washed the wild onions she had found. Chuckling she mumbled to herself the lines from Shrek about onions. Sitting up she looked at her oversized Storm-Trooper hoodie and sighed. It had faint mudstains all over, mainly from her finding a fawn and then being attacked by its mother, which had been nearby. She looked over the onions once more and stood up turning and heading along the river once more. Perhaps something exciting lies ahead. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________  |
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Post by Revan on Mar 25, 2018 22:40:59 GMT
Upon seeing he had startled the stranger, Dustil raised his hands in the air as if to show he was friendly and unarmed. Not entirely true, since he did have a machete strapped to his pack in case the stranger proved to be unfriendly, but he was willing to wait and see at a reasonable distance. He found the stranger's calm aura following his initial surprise to be a bit unsettling, especially in the way he seemed so relaxed. "Hey," Dustil replied, offering little in the way of conversation. He didn't really know how to react to this guy. As he drew nearer, Dustil suddenly noticed the brightly colored object he had, and raised an eyebrow in interest. TAGGED: @razza | OOC: bleh short sorry |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2018 18:24:01 GMT
WARREN CASKA
As he stranger drew nearer Warren had to resist rolling his eyes, sensing the wariness rolling off the guy in waves. He couldn't exactly blame anyone for being guarded when nowadays humans were just as dangerous as any mutant or biter, but he also liked to think he came off as a nice guy. It was tiring fighting everyone's instincts just to get them to like you. "Bro chill, I'm not gonna jump at ya," he teased, "and I'm gonna trust you won't do the same. I don't have anything valuable on me anyway." At least not to most people, considering many would just use his comics to fuel a fire. Warren followed the strangers gaze down to the one in his lap and decided to hold it up so he could get a better view. "Pretty neat, huh? This one's my favorite." He didn't have a clue what any of the words said, but it was the truth. This comic had by far the most colorful and dramatic illustrations. After a few beats Warren set it back down and looked at the page number, memorizing the symbols and then closing the book, contemplating whether or not to hand it over to the stranger as a sign of good will.
He never got the chance to decide, though. A movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, his head swinging to look at another approaching figure a little way down the river. Warren worried for a moment that he was being ganged up on or ambushed, but he decided to play it cool until he was certain. He jerked his thumb in the direction he spotted the second person. "Mate, you expectin' a friend?"
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Post by cello0fthor on Mar 26, 2018 18:42:01 GMT
Faryn Wood _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Faryn grumbled looking around. Where was Arnold? She left him here... she turned in a circle listening for the quiet clinking of his collar. She groaned, "Stupid deer, he probably found some doe to mess with." She sighed turning around to see two people standing a ways off, she stopped and stared. She hid the onions she found in her backpack and whirled around yelling at the top of her lungs, "Arnold, get your furry butt here now!!" She put a heavy emphasis on the word now allowing her voice to have a growl enter it, Faryn turned back around giving the two men a nervous grin. She turned and began walking down the way she came. Faryn hoped that Arnold would get her quickly in case things turned ugly. She walked starting to hear the clinking of Arnold's collar. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________  |
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Post by Revan on Mar 28, 2018 0:39:54 GMT
Dustil shrugged at the man's words. Raiders, bandits, and other hostile people would act all calm and friendly before you found a knife at your throat. It never hurt to be a little cautious. "I'd be dumb to not consider the possibility." Nevertheless, Dustil took the man's word and approached. The colorful book in his hand was unlike any he had seen before. Sometimes he saw pictures on the games he collected, which were equally as colorful. Dustil spun around, his hand moving to hover over his machete when the stranger alerted him to another's presence. The thought of an ambush flashed in his mind, but he figured the stranger wouldn't have mentioned it if that were the case. "No," Dustil replied simply, and only became more confused when he heard a girl's voice calling out. He relaxed a bit and instead crossed his arms as he tried to get a better look at the figure. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2018 14:50:18 GMT
WARREN CASKA
After hearing the strangers simple reply, that he didn't know this girl, Warren hummed thoughtfully and decided to finally stand up and look alive. He brushed the dirt off the seat of his pants and turned to look at the guy. "Alright. I think she's missing something so I'm gonna go check it out. If things go to shit I'll watch your back and you watch mine, deal?" It was posed as a question, but Warren wasn't really looking for an answer. He found that if you let other people have a say in these sorts of things, they had a tendency to say no.
He started walking slowly in the direction of the nervous-looking girl, but his step faltered a bit before he could cover much ground. He turned back to the stranger one more time. "Bro, forgot to ask what your name is. I'm Warren," He took a few steps backwards as he listened for an answer, the girl's calls getting slightly louder as he slowly closed the distance.
Notes: im to tiredt to be writing and yet |
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Post by cello0fthor on Mar 28, 2018 17:00:54 GMT
Faryn Wood _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Faryn glanced back and saw the two men heading her way, she gasped and immediately took a 90-degree turn and began sprinting up the hill, slipping on the leaves that littered the ground. She did not want to be outnumbered if a fight started. She reached into her hoodie pocket whipping out an old world whistle that she had trained Arnold to respond to. She blew on it really hard, it's screeching tweet piercing the air. She gripped a tree panting after her sprint, "I hate running..." Soon a heavy thumping sound approached and Arnold slid down the hill in a shower of leaves, he leaned down huffing and bumping his snout into her face. "Good boy! Don't wander off from me please!" She squeaked out to him, even if he didn't understand she still spoke to him as if he were a person. She reached up to the pack she had tied to his back and pulled out her walking stick. It was birch wood and was very smooth. Up top, it had a bulb that had an odd swirly coloring, and towards the base, it was even with the body. It was great when she had to travel long distances, but it also was great when she had to defend herself. It was made of the strongest wood she had found so far, and helped extend her hitting range. She turned around to face the two men, Faryn focused, she would find out what they wanted before starting a fight, perhaps they wanted to trade. She forced herself to calm down, knowing that her nervousness would make Arnold more aggressive. She looked to her right feeling safer now that Arnold was next to her, she found her breath returning to her. "Stay Arnold..." She whispered, then she stood her staff in hand, waiting for the men to approach up the hill. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________  |
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Post by Revan on Mar 29, 2018 21:51:53 GMT
"Sure," Dustil shrugged, though he wasn't sure about all this. The girl could have been leading them into a trap, by the way she looked helpless and then ran away. He didn't make a move to pull out his weapon though, just so he wouldn't scare the wits out of her if he was wrong. Dustil had just begun to follow his temporary parter when he turned to ask his name. "It's Dustil," he replied, quickly turning his attention back toward the girl. He continued onward, still hoping he wasn't walking right into an ambush. The whistle that pierced the air caught him off guard, only cementing the feeling that the girl had others around. He cast a look of uncertainty at Warren. Once they had the girl back within the line of sight, he paused. "Is that.. a cervus?" |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2018 22:21:27 GMT
WARREN CASKA
Warren's mouth quirked up in a small smile as he learned Dustil's name. He nodded, about to say something else, but was immediately cut off by a piercing whistle sound. Instinctively he flinched, the hand that wasn't holding his baseball bat coming up to cover one ear while he pressed the other into his shoulder. "What the..." He heard Dustil's question but Warren still had to blink a few times after turning around, trying to take in the sight of the girl and the animal that just sprang over to her like an obedient dog. The cervus had a pack tied to it's back and willingly allowed the girl to reach over and grab her walking stick from it. Warren was amazed - he'd never seen anything like this.
After getting over his shock he couldn't help but laugh. "Are you kidding?!" he called out to the girl for the first time, amazement laced in his words. "The cervus just comes when you call? That's dope!" He started walking closer to the girl now, relaxed and friendly as he curiously eyed the cervus. He clearly was more curious than worried. "Is that who you were looking for?"
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Post by cello0fthor on Mar 30, 2018 2:17:30 GMT
Faryn Wood _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ She sat there watching the two men as they stared, doe-eyed at Arnold. " Yes, I found him abandoned when I was 11, I hand raised him." She answered glaring down at the men. Arnold snorted loudly and began moving showering leaves down towards the man who was approaching. Faryn gasped and grit her teeth. She lifted her chin, " ARNOLD!!" her voice raised in pitch as she became extremely loud, " Get your furry butt up here." She growled as though she were speaking to a toddler who misbehaved often. It seemed she spoke too harshly, however, with how Arnold's ears folded back. Arnold froze and made an odd groaning sound looking at Faryn then back at the young man, he sat for a moment and then turned walking sulkily back to her side. He stopped when his face was next to Faryn's, his ears pinned back, bumping his snout into her cheek, his amber eyes watering, asking in his own way for forgiveness. Faryn sighed, her voice normal once more, she grabbed one of his antlers, " Ohhh, I can't stay mad at you, just chill." She shook his head gently and then let go of his antler. He relaxed and began to sniff her ponytail, ever since he was a fawn that was how he coped with stress. " Stay." She then looked at the man and smiled apologetically. " I am so sorry, I promise I don't want a fight. Just... Arnold isn't very nice to other people, I'm trying to socialize him, the big baby. It's hard for him though, being a Cervus and how naturally aggressive and territorial they are." She glanced at Arnold petting him with her free hand. " I'm Faryn, Faryn Wood. You scared me earlier! But i figured, heck maybe they want to trade! So how can I help you?" She put on her sweetest smile hoping that perhaps they would have a good pocket knife or hachet. She could trade the wild vegetables she found for it. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________  |
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Post by Revan on Mar 31, 2018 3:46:42 GMT
"You trained him like a dog?" Dustil replied warily, not too terribly interested in getting closer, especially at the girl's warning. He'd had run-ins with cervus before, some of them male. It was wise to give them a wide berth. Dustil didn't trust any wild animal to lose its natural instincts and become pals with a human, not even the domesticated dog-descended cerberus. He did envy the girl for having a companion, though. He'd seen a few dog companions in his travels and always wished he could've had one of his own. "Sorry," Dustil shrugged after hearing the girl's spiel. "Most of what I have is just toys and books." He figured she probably wasn't interested in that sort of thing. It was usually just traders in the larger settlements who were. The only weapons and food Dustil had on him at the moment were just for him. |
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