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       #Post#: 49--------------------------------------------------
       Blood in the Moonlight (Based on L4D)
       By: bio.android Date: October 22, 2010, 9:08 pm
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       Okay, so everyone knows the rules? No? Okay, fine, I'll post
       them you whiney sons of Brandon's tits.
       1. No Godmoding (controlling other's characters)
       2. No invincible characters. Yes, every human in the group (and
       possibly outside) is a carrier, and therefore cannot be turned.
       However, after being eaten and set on fire, they'd better
       fucking die.
       3. Made-up characters ARE allowed, but don't make
       4,021,700,782,001,892,325,782,009,090,077,777,673,918,430,015 of
       them, please. (Have two or less)
       4. If you have a made-up, please TRY to play an existing
       character. This makes things easier and more organized.
       5. Romance, violence, sex, bloody murder, guts, organs, all of
       it is allowed. Just no random rape and random killing of someone
       else's characters, please.
       6. Don't get into random fights, call names, etc. It's annoying
       and unneeded.
       7. The zombies in here will not include the Special Infected.
       Just imagine your run-of-the-mill Solanum zombie but with the
       ability to run and jump. This is to make it more realistic.
       8. Please, try not to do profiles. I prefer intros, and please
       try to make it at least three paragraphs long. It doesn't have
       to be a scene from the roleplay at all, just make it describe
       your character. A good intro is about 4-5+ paragraphs, but I'll
       accept three if you're used to profiles.
       9. Please, just have fun. That is the point of writing, eh?
       Okay, so here's the character list:
       Coach-
       Ellis- Micah Laine
       Rochelle-
       Nick-
       Bill- bio.android
       Francis- Elyon Feyette
       Zoey- bio.android
       Louis-
       Made-ups:
       Rainbow (bio.android)
       ~.~
       So, here's my charrie's intro:
       Rainbow stood in the center of the street, staring down at the
       dead body of a man. He was, however, not a man the last time he
       took a breath, the last time he stood and walked. He was a
       zombie, a member of the undead. Though it seemed like it, this
       was not a fantasy story for the critically paranoid. This was
       Rainbow's new life. Her dark red hair blew in the wind, the
       black bottom layer going unstirred. She stared into the wind,
       blinked slowly. She opened her marvelously-colored eyes, one
       bright aqua blue and the other a glowing emerald green. Her
       splendid eyes were filled with thought and grief, not normal
       emotions for her optimistic state of mind. Her white retriever
       dog, Everest, nicknamed Evvie, seemed to sense this. He nudged
       her, whining softly.
       Though it had seemed only a joke, a silly quirk to her
       behavior, Rain was now glad she had read the Zombie Survival
       Guide published years before the attack. This virus differed a
       bit from what the book had stated, but the information was
       nonetheless helpful in teaching her to survive. Being an
       aspiring author, filling in the parts the guide left out was not
       a problem for Rain. In the Z Day invasion, the writer, creative,
       shut-in types seemed to be the best fit to survive due to their
       intellect and improvisation skills.
       The only two downsides to Rainbow's survival were her addiction
       to coffee and her vegan lifestyle. She was still able to get her
       coffee fix on occasion, and she carried dairy-free creamer with
       her so the reunion with caffeine wouldn't be so bittersweet. Her
       vegan diet now consisted of mainly granola and water, sometimes
       fruit or veggies if she could find them fresh. The cuisine of
       the post-apocalyptic zombie paradise wasn't choice, but it was
       enough to sustain life. Sure, Rain had dropped a few pounds, but
       she wasn't yet deathly thin. Evvie was fairing better, eating
       scraps of food wherever it was available
       Her stomach growled, she was hungry. Feeling her middle, she
       grew concerned when she felt a couple ribs with only a minor bit
       of pressure. She needed to find a safe place for her and her
       companion to recharge for the next fight and to eat. Luckily,
       the street was devoid of any undead, making it easy for the two
       to make their way to shelter. They took cover in what looked
       like a broken-down book store with small windows. Rain blocked
       up the entrance, and since there was only one with no emergency
       escape door it was easy. The windows in front were either too
       small for anything to slip through or boarded up.
       Evvie was resting on an old shelf, panting and digging his nose
       into his paws. Rain smiled at him, took out a packet of granola
       clusters from her light blue bag. The bag had a sketched-looking
       rainbow design on the back. Rain pulled another item out, a
       brown sack full of doggie treats shaped like bones. From it, she
       pulled two treats and set them in front of Everest. She pulled a
       nearby chair to the front of the shelf Evvie had planted himself
       upon. Scarfing down the first treat and savoring the second,
       Evvie whined quietly in hunger. Rain was sympathetic, but
       couldn't feed him much more until they raided another grocery
       store. In guilt, she pulled another bone-treat from the sack
       before putting it away and gave it to Everest. He seemed to
       almost feel guilty, but gobbled it anyway.
       Taking three granola clusters out of the bag, Rain put the
       container away and began to eat her meager rations. Though it
       was more than she had on some days, the taste of food in Rain's
       mouth almost made her more hungry than she had been previously,
       but the nutrients in her system would sustain her for at least
       the rest of the day. Brushing the crumbs from her white shirt,
       off of the rainbow-colored chibi-bot's head, she stood and
       stretched.
       “Evvie, it's about time we head out to find a permanent
       shelter... Or at least a place to stay for the night,” she said
       in her light English accent and headed for the door.
       ~*~
       OoC; Now, just post up your intros and I'll start at the first
       scene.
       #Post#: 58--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Blood in the Moonlight (Based on L4D)
       By: Jā Date: October 27, 2010, 10:03 am
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       Damian really hated the world he was thrown into. It was shitty,
       and even though it was worse off in the non-infected land, he at
       least didn’t have to run for his life every chance from
       flesh-eating zombies. It really made him angry. But alas, he
       wouldn’t be able to awake from this nightmare called “Reality”.
       Damian was a 6’2” tall French-born, Kansas boy that had grown up
       in the Missouri-side of Kansas City. He had chin-long, platinum
       blonde bangs with black koon-stripes in his bangs, and his
       sideburns which covered his ears ever so slightly—which were
       gauged to 4, and a blue, double-spiked loop. He was wearing a
       skintight black t-shirt with the remnants of a rainbow and the
       words underneath it reading: “EAT MY RAINBOW”. His pants were
       white skinny jeans that were worn and there were holes in both
       knees and the upper part of his left thigh. His shoes were
       merely, simple, green slip-ons that had worn soles, and a hole
       or two were worn into them.
       Right now, he was leaning against an abandoned apartment complex
       door, his bangs waving slightly from a random breeze, which
       revealed his covered eye. If anyone were to meet him for the
       first time, they would notice and/or comment on his eyes first.
       His left one was a pale, milky green and the other was a bright,
       sapphire blue. His lightly tanned skin glowed from the
       overhanging shine of a streetlight, and his eyes glimmering as
       well as he stared at the flickering light.
       On the ground beside him was a large, red Adidas duffle bag
       filled with all kinds of “absolutely necessary” supplies, and
       had an Automatic Shotgun, and fireman’s axe laying, crossed on
       it. He stared down at it, and then back up to the dreary sky; a
       Livewire Mountain Dew in his right hand. Lifting it to his lips
       and then emptying the rest of its contents into his mouth, and
       then threw the plastic container to the side, it clattering to
       the ground. Bending down, he grabbed he strap of the bag, put it
       over his hand onto his shoulder, grabbed the axe—which also had
       a strap—put that around his head onto his other shoulder, and
       then picked up the shotgun, and cocked it., removing all the
       useless shells, and then quickly reloading it, cocking it once
       more.
       Now… Off to find that goddamn airport.
       #Post#: 60--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Blood in the Moonlight (Based on L4D)
       By: Elyon Feyette Date: October 28, 2010, 3:12 pm
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       Lurking in the shadows Aralyn swiftly ran along the streets. The
       moans of zombies closing in on her. She had to find shelter
       soon, or face them with her machettes and hand guns. She may be
       a self trained assassin, but she wore out after a few hundred
       zombies. But how many coud be following her?
       "No matter..." She said to herself, "If those bastards come near
       me, they know what they have coming."
       She kept her pace jumping over objects in her way, climbing and
       thrusting herself over buildings. Hopping from one building to
       another. She knew there was a chance of her survival if she kept
       moving from the horde. She jumped down a fire escape on a old
       building, there must have been people alive in there once. For
       when she glanced in the darkened windows she saw empty food
       boxes and wrappers scattered on the floor. Blankets off in the
       corner in a messy pile, and writing on the walls. She figured it
       was either obituaries of lost friends or relatives, or the
       writers last thoughts and moments.
       She ran down more stairs on the fire escape but suddenly she
       stopped. Noticeably but briefly she saw something walk in the
       hallway to a different room, and Aralyn's gut told her to
       investigate. She pried open the window as quietly as she could,
       and went in. She pulled out her gun and walked down the hallway
       ready to shoot at whatever came by.
       "Who's there?" She called in a monotone, "Say something if you
       are alive..."
       She continued from the hallway into a old kitchen scanning the
       room with her gun infront of her vision.
       "Hello?" She called a bit louder, but not loud enough to attract
       any zombies from outside.
       A can rolled across the room and Aralyn made her way to it. She
       looked at it then looked where it came from. A storage closet,
       and to make it worse it was dark. She turned on the small
       flashlight she taped to her gun and pointed it into the closet.
       "I know you are in there. Come out or I come in and shoot..."
       A moment of silence nothing more than the breathing Aralyn
       emitted from her half open lips. She heard another clang, and
       out came a dog. She lowered her weapon to the pup and reached
       down to gently touch its head.
       "Hey little fella..." She cooed to it, "Where'd you come from?"
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