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Mobley Eats

Consume. Smother your doubts. Be fulfilled.
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Horror, Mystery (I like them, just not good at it)
[fieldbox="Beatrice Kolkowsky | Mechanic's Shop
| Early Morning, goldenrod, solid"]




Interactions: Winslow


Bea nodded in response to Winslow's question. She wasn't fine and it was obvious. But she lied. Telling him the truth was not wise. He cared about her, which was good. But also bad. It was good because it ensured her chances of survival. An extra source of reliability. Then it was bad because care lead to expectations such as sharing feelings. Bea did not want to share feelings. They were troublesome and fuzzy and hard to grasp. An reasonably insane. It would drive away her reliable crutches.

She nodded and looked at Winslow.

"Yes, I need more rest. Just five minutes." Bea scooted away from Ringo and laid down. She faced away from Winslow. Her eyes closed, but sleep didn't come. Nor peace. It was numbing silence, despite the others talking. She tried to be patient, to wait for relaxation. For it to settle deep into her bones and warm the marrow, there it would spread throughout the rest of her. Maybe, just maybe, hopefully, it would fend off this cold and metallic shell encasing her soul. Was she being too cheesy? Over-reacting? She didn't feel like she was. This desperation ate away at her like a rabid...well, like a rabid zombie. What better analogy than the hungry dudes (and dudettes, she would not discriminate) stalking around with extended bellies and yellowing eyes? Exactly. Bea knew what the frick she was talking about! Okay, fine, she could admit that 89.97777% of the stuff that came flapping out of her mouth had less credibility than a champion rooster at a local cockfight, but still--

"OoooohSHIT I'M BACK!" Bea exclaimed while shooting up, both arms in the air like a referee calling Touchdown.

Her chest heaved with erratic breathing as her wide eyes shifted back and forth frantically. Oh God. Oh crap. Holy freaking cow! What the hell had happened to her?! Did she take drugs without realizing it? That was it, wasn't it? Did Red Satan slip cocaine into her soda? No, wait, that was dumb and fell flat. That...weird, robotic, and detached feeling...it had been plaguing her mind far before she met any of these people. Only this time, it had fully closed its teeth upon her like a Venus flytrap.

Okay. Alright. So I'm losing my mind...sweet, Bea concluded in what she hoped to be dry humor, but she wasn't stupid. She knew herself. She recalled the absolute horror and confusion burning her insides to ashes as her internal self clawed at its restraints. That was...She could still hear her own screams echoing through her skull. Seriously...w-what the heck is wrong with me? Deciding instantly that she had no plans of traveling down that ominous road, she sheepishly faked a yawn and moved her arms into a stretching motion (I know it doesn't look believable, cut me some slack here!).

Yeeeeep. Yep. She was totally cool. Just chillin'. Fine like smooth wine~...Was that how the saying went? Screw it. That was how it went now, so decreed by Beatrice (Ew, let's stick with Bea) Kolkowsky, Ruler of the Desolates!

Pulling from her chaotic thoughts, Bea spun around to face Win and flashed a goofy grin, praying that it hid her anxiety. "Uh...rain check on that nap?"



  

Inventory
On Person
1x - Hunting Knife
1x - Water Canteen (half full)
3x - Protein Bar
Uke the ukulele
1x - First Aid Kit
Bloodied Finding Nemo shirt
5x - Needles
3x - Hospital Rags
1x - Change of Clothes (Black long-sleeved shirt and black pants)

Internal
(Undiagnosed) Depersonalization Disorder
Secrets boi (I'm not telling!)
PIC with Winslow
Non-serious crush on Evangeline




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VengefulPeanut

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Yaoi, furry.

Location: Ground Floor
Interactions: Carter, Dex

Evie smirked at Carter's comment. "As long as you bring him back in one piece when you're done with him," she shrugged with a mock nonchalant bearing. While everybody seemed to be in the process of getting ready, Evie took the opportunity to saunter over to Dex, her fingers locking around his forearm. She spoke in a lower tone, the jocularity leaving her manner. "I'm serious. Be careful. I may have taken a hit to the head but I haven't forgotten how much of a pleb you can be sometimes."
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On Person (Evie):
- Hunting Knife
- Bow (12 arrows)

Backpack/Room (Evie):
Items (3):
- Change of Outfit

Water (0):

Food (0):

Outfit:

[IMG]https://i.imgur.com/0NZanrF.jpg[/IMG]
 

JJ

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I truly despise being part of a 1x1 where I am expected to keep the plot going by myself, regardless of who created the plot - it needs to be 50/50.
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Modern, Fantasy, Horror, Action, Feral. I can get with pretty much anything as long as it is enough to hold my interest. I do not like RP that -specifically- revolves around romance, but I do like romance being a sub-plot if the RP calls for it.
Genre You DON'T Like
Yaoi/Yuri.
[fieldbox="Dexter | Jackson Mississippi | 2 October 2026 - Early Morning, darkorange, solid"]
WEATHER: cloudy, heavy rain & wind, mild flooding, about 63°F (17°C)



"Uh, I'm not exactly sure, to be honest. Haven't had the time to take inventory with everything going on - but it's upstairs, near the couch if you wanna go check," Dex told Jesse. "Speaking of which, though, do any of you have any 5.56?" The only practical gun he had currently was the M4, and it had a half-dozen rounds in it. Not enough to be of much use if they got into deep shit.

The front door opening distracted him for a moment, but it was only Riley, returning from outside. Before he got the chance to ask why she'd been out there, though, Evie drew him away, and he listened to her concerns with a furrowed brow, lowering his voice to reply with a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine," he promised, taking her hand. "Just watch your back out there, okay? Follow Otto's lead." The last bit was accompanied by a pointed stare. He knew Evie had been sore at Otto back in Ballamory. "He's smart, and he knows what he's doing."

INVENTORY (DEXTER)
-------------------------
Wearing
jeans, black t-shirt, black boots

On Person
Hunting Knife, with Sheath [left hip]
.50 Cal Desert Eagle (15/15) [right hip]
DD M4 Carbine V5 (6/32) [across back]



In Bag
.50cal Rounds x32
9mm Rounds x46
Minor First Aid Kit
Small LED Flashlight
Military Dogtags
Letter from his Father
Change of Clothing

Food & Water
17oz Bottled Water [3]


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JJ

The Mom Friend
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I truly despise being part of a 1x1 where I am expected to keep the plot going by myself, regardless of who created the plot - it needs to be 50/50.
Favorite Genres
Modern, Fantasy, Horror, Action, Feral. I can get with pretty much anything as long as it is enough to hold my interest. I do not like RP that -specifically- revolves around romance, but I do like romance being a sub-plot if the RP calls for it.
Genre You DON'T Like
Yaoi/Yuri.
[fieldbox="Riley | Jackson Mississippi | 2 October 2026 - Early Morning, teal, solid"]
WEATHER: cloudy, heavy rain & wind, mild flooding, about 63°F (17°C)




After a few minutes outside, Riley heard Dex's voice through the door, giving instructions about supply runs. Jumping at the chance to get out of the garage, she ushered Hero back in and closed the door behind her. The dog trotted to the center of the room and shook, sending water every direction, but Riley was already wet so she didn't care.

"Hey Riley, you wanna go on hunt with Evie and I?"

"Yes I absolutely do," she replied with overenthusiastic cheerfulness, risking a glance at her brother, who returned it with a troubled frown but didn't reply or protest. She'd also heard his inquiry about ammo for the big ass gun he had across his back. Riley couldn't help with that, but... her hand wandered to Wesley's gun at her hip. Grief flooded through her again, and her eyes stung at the memory, but she blinked away any tears before they could escape and unbuckled the holster from her belt. "Here, Dex."

She held it out to him, and he reached over to take it without a word.

INVENTORY (RILEY)
-------------------------
Wearing

khaki hunting pants, black t-shirt, black socks, hiking boots

On Person
Beretta Cx4 Storm [15/15] (shoulder strap)
Beretta Model 92 [17/17] (given to Dex)
Machete w/Sheath (left hip)

Backpack
Sleeping Bag
Family Picture
9mm Rounds x46
Journal & 2 Black Pens
Bottle of Draino [3/4 full]
Aluminum Foil Roll [1/3 full]
5 Pens, Assorted Colors
Package of 12 Large Rubberbands

Food & Water
Skittles [1]
Kitkat [2]
Can Ravioli [2]
16oz Water Bottle [2 full]
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JJ

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I truly despise being part of a 1x1 where I am expected to keep the plot going by myself, regardless of who created the plot - it needs to be 50/50.
Favorite Genres
Modern, Fantasy, Horror, Action, Feral. I can get with pretty much anything as long as it is enough to hold my interest. I do not like RP that -specifically- revolves around romance, but I do like romance being a sub-plot if the RP calls for it.
Genre You DON'T Like
Yaoi/Yuri.
[fieldbox="Dean | Jackson Mississippi | 2 October 2026 - Early Morning, lightgreen, solid"]

WEATHER: cloudy, heavy rain & wind, mild flooding, about 63°F (17°C)




"Well, I'm glad you didn't have nightmares," Dean smiled, instinctively turning towards Carter when he began speaking again. But the movement caused pain to shoot up and down his ribcage, and Dean froze with a sharp inhale. Fuck, ouch, forgot about that. He held his breath for a moment, then exhaled slowly as he straightened, gritting his teeth.

It rankled him that Dexter chose him to stay behind and babysit, but at the same time, he was grateful for it. He hurt everywhere, and probably wouldn't be much use out in the field anyway. Still, though, he knew he was the most capable person in this group, and if anyone should be out there, it was him. That stung more than the dull ache throbbing up and down his torso every time he moved. Or breathed. Or stood still.

"Gotcha, boss," Dean replied with only the barest hint of dry sarcasm. His gaze slid back to Carter, holding none of the sentiment as he instructed, "Stay safe out there."

INVENTORY (DEAN)
-------------------------
Wearing
Black cargo pants, black t-shirt
Black combat boots & lightweight Kevlar vest
Black Camelbak


On Person

Colt Combat Commander (9/9) [on right hip]
Small Machete w/Sheath [on left hip]
Foldable Pocket Knife [in pocket]
Small Lockpicking Kit [in pocket]


Backpack
9mm Rounds [1x box of 21]
9mm Rounds [5x boxes of 50]
9mm Mags [1x mags of 9, 2x empty]
Picture of Last Class from D.C.
Small First-Aid Kit
Police Utility Belt [handcuffs, radio, pepper spray, taser, baton, maglight]
Personal Hygiene Kit [includes battery operated clippers]
Change of Clothing [jeans, socks, boxers, shirts] (4)
Water Purifying Straw
Mess Kit w/Utensils
Weapons Cleaning Kit
Black Pullover Hoodie

Clear Rain Poncho [2]

Food & Water
1/2 full 1lb bag of jerky
granola bars [7]
20oz bottled water [3]
60oz canteen [full]
85oz black Camelbak [full]


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Derp

Edgepeasant
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male
Cecilio & Ringo


Location: Somewhere in Jackson
Interactions: Dex
Cecilio gave a nod noting the responses to his weapon offer before quickly bowing out to go and retrieve the M4 doing an ammo check on the magazine as he walked down the stairs. "5 in the mag and one in the chamber. I don't have any 5.56 sadly boss." He said as he leaned the gun against the wall after placing the magazine back in. "What i do have..." He said as he walked away to his things and returning with the shotgun and lever action. "Are two other guns I have ammo for." He said setting them next to the M4 "The lever's got 60 and the shotguns got 12." He informed Dex bringing out the alternatives in case no one else had any ammo.

The word kicked around in his head for a bit thinking of it for a few moments 'ammo, ammo, ammo....' For a split second he remembered and felt slightly foolish realizing there might be a alternative source of 5.56. "You know who does have 5.56? Cops or rather cop cars. When I used to work I remember talking with cops and they always told me they kept extra ammo somewhere in the car. 12, 5.56, 9, 40, 45." He listed the ammo off. "Point is if you can, try searching a cop car if you get the chance. Odd's are you might find something good." He told them knowing there was a chance that something could be left behind.

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Inventory
1x Colt Le901-16s w/ bayonet (15 rounds)
1x 4-14x scope
3x Rifle Magazines (4 loaded)
1x Large canteen ( 4/4 Full)
1x S&W 929 (loaded)
8x 9mm bullets
1x Lighter
1x Trauma kit
1x 7 string acoustic guitar
1x P226 Pistol (9mm) (on Loan to Cartrt)
2x Pistol Magazines (2 loaded) (loaned to Carter)
1x Pump Shotgun (loaded)
12x 12G buckshot
1x Weapon cleaning / repair kit
Various weapon accessories
1x Riot Gear suit
1x Marlin 336
3x 20 round boxes of 30-30
 
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VengefulPeanut

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Fantasy, Scifi
Genre You DON'T Like
Yaoi, furry.

Location: Ground Floor
Interactions: Dex, Riley

Evie rolled her eyes at Dex's comment - a rebellious gesture despite her knowing he was right. Still, the idea of being under Otto's guidance irked her a bit considering their past discussions. Before she could respond, Cecilio resumed talking and so she simply squeezed his arm, offering him a smile before turning to Riley. "Seems we have ginger power on our side," she smiled warmly.

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On Person (Evie):
- Hunting Knife
- Bow (12 arrows)

Backpack/Room (Evie):
Items (3):
- Change of Outfit

Water (0):

Food (0):

Outfit:

[IMG]https://i.imgur.com/0NZanrF.jpg[/IMG]
 

Dakota K5

Disgruntled Mountain man
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both
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I'm up for anything
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Meh none really.
Otto Williams
C.Bohannon4.jpg
Interaction: Riley and Evie
-

Otto Waited by the entrance of the garage, he peeked out to see that the rain seemed to have gotten heavier then the day before, this would probably make this task a tad more difficult along with the temperature. If they were going for gators the colder weather would have driven them into burrows along river banks but due to the flooding they were most likely being forced out and into the nearby areas, there was also hog but they hadn't had much luck when it came to them ever since Ballamory but it might be the only option. "Hmm..." Otto gave a sound of thought as both Riley and Evie spoke to Dex before they left.
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On Person:
1x AR15
1x 1911A1
7x 7 round 1911 magazines
5x 30 round STANAG mags (26 rounds depleted in total)
1x tanto style combat knife
Several feet of para-cord
On Chest Rig:
6x 30 round STANAG magazines
In first pack: 3x flint and steel
In second pack: Nothing, all clothing taken out and left for others to take
 
Rory McIntyre​

Interactions:
Miles, Hanako
Location: Somewhere on the Tennessee Border


Rory offers a one shouldered shrug to Hanako, glancing over to Miles with a cheeky wink. "Specialist, eh? Sure, I'm ready to go when you are." He responded in a jovial tone.

Despite Miles' incessant jabs and pranks, it was of little consequence to Bear. As long as he remained in Hanako's good graces, it seemed he would have decent clout with the group. "What is it we're looking for exactly?" He asked tentatively.
 

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Interactions: Rory
Location: Somewhere on the Tennessee Border
The building they had decided to shack up in was perfect as far as being 'fit for purpose' was concerned. It seemed to be a disused shop, closed just a short time before the outbreak started. The windows had been boarded up by the last tenants and the rooms were wide and clear enough that the trio could keep their personal space intact. As Rory spoke, Hanako simply listened, walking across the dimly lit main room towards the door. Peaking through the slits between the 4x4 planks, she surveyed the street for a moment. It seemed clear enough.

Waiting until they were both outside, away from the earshot of Miles, she looked to Rory for a moment before diverting her gaze to her surroundings. There was a chill on the wind - a sign of an impending storm. "I need medication," she stated, bluntly. She drew in a short breath, short enough you might not even be able to tell her discomfort were one not analysing her behaviour. "Anaprox, Topamax... something like that. There's an old clinic near here. I need you to help me find what I'm looking for."

 
Rory McIntyre​

Interactions:
Miles, Hanako
Location: Somewhere on the Tennessee Border


Rory's optimistic expression melted into that of critical inspection. He studied her carefully, a checklist running off in the back of his mind as she had spoke. The two medications in particular spoke to an array of uses, though thankfully Rory had kept an eye on the pair since they had met, and what she had asked said almost as much to what her problem was as what she didn't.

He folds his arms, leaning against the wall as Hanako spoke. Rory's gaze fell through the planks along with her, and he spoke in measured tone and cadence "I see. Is it joint pain or headaches?" He asked simply, under his breath. "I take it you want to keep this from him? Of course I'll help."

 

VengefulPeanut

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Interactions: Rory
Location: Somewhere on the Tennessee Border
"There's nothing to 'keep' from anybody," Hanako shot back in a somewhat irked tone. "I just need the medicine. Don't concern yourself with the why's." She had a feeling he wasn't going to simply accept that, not with the look on his face that she eyed out of her peripheral vision. "Bad weather seems to be rolling in. We should move. There's a clinic on the far side of town we'll investigate. That okay with you?"
 
Rory McIntyre​

Interactions:
Hanako
Location: Somewhere on the Tennessee Border

A pause. Rory looked back to her, saying nothing as he studied her face. "Regional one, off of Madison Avenue, right." He returned in a flat voice, the only shadow of his character showing was the hint of his Irish accent, though it was masked when he was thinking of medicine.

Without another word, he took to his room, filling his pack with various items and supplies before emerging once more, purse lipped. He looked to Hanako expectantly.
 

Mobley Eats

Consume. Smother your doubts. Be fulfilled.
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Horror, Mystery (I like them, just not good at it)
[fieldbox="Carter Yamanashi | Mechanic's Shop | Early Morning, purple, solid"]





Interactions: Dean, Evie & Dex


"Oop"

Carter hid an excited smile behind his hand. Omg, yaaaaaas~! Evie just now gave him the go ahead to strap up and start hiking that honey glazed mountain of a cutie. Of course, Carter knew that he couldn't actually put the real moves on Dex--that poor boy would be putty in the palm of his hands if he did. However, some wholesome fun and flirting here and there wouldn't hurt, anything to keep him upbeat today.

"Speaking of which, though, do any of you have any 5.56?" Dex asked.

Eeeeeeeenope! Nope. Not at all. Carter definitely didn't have about 21 rounds of 5.56 on him. Like, that was fucking preposterous. Completely...

A small voice in his head that vaguely reminded him of a conscience clicked their tongue in disappointment. Hell, it may have been Walter, but the Japanese-American could care less. Self preservation was key and he didn't plan on giving up ammo unless the situation called for it. At the very least, he now knew that he could lend it to Dex if any danger stalked them with their guards down. There. Conscience cleared!

When Dean turned to face Carter again, he had another genius innuendo teetering on the tip of her tongue...only to hold it back at the sound of his sharp inhale. Well, well, well, what was that? Although Carter would be more than happy to accept the fact that taking in his gorgeous face all at once was gasp-inducing, something in his gut and common sense told him that wasn't the case. Not with dear ole snackable Dean here. However, he decided to keep hush hush about it since the man was clearly fighting tooth and nail cover it up. Now why exactly are you doing that, DC~, he wondered with an internal grin...

No matter. He would get his answers in a timely manner. It was all a game of patience and observation, one of two being his strong suit today.

"Stay safe out there."

"Omg whaaaaat," Carter cooed while taking a step closer. Carefully and ever so purposefully slowly, he poked Dean gently in the lower pectoral near his ribs, "Look at you caring about me, DC! But don't worry, honty. I'm a bad bitch, I'll be just fine." He stepped out of the man's reach rather quickly, not in the mood to get decked in the face if his suspicions were correct.

Growing bored (and a tad paranoid of getting hit), Carter sauntered over to Dex and chimed casually, "I'm as ready as you are, honties...Wait," A frustrated pout pulled at his visage, "It's still raining isn't it? Fuuuuuuck. Rip my luscious locks!"



  

Inventory

On person
P226 Sig Sauer (7/10 loaded)
AR-15 (21x 5.56 rounds, 1 mags)
Sylvie's Machete
1x Jug of Benzene Oil
Handful of Industrial Wipes
Strip of dirty cloth/fabric
Industrial Flashlight
1x Change of clothes (black long-sleeved shirt, black pants)


Personality/Internal-wise
Fabulousness
Bittersweet memories
Undeniable (yet still denied) fondness for Evie & Hero
Beef with Dean
No time for this fainting foolishness
Walter's ghost plaguing his mind









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VengefulPeanut

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Genre You DON'T Like
Yaoi, furry.

Interactions: Rory
Location: Somewhere on the Tennessee Border
"Let's go."

The streets of the town they had found themselves in were mostly quiet - not many infected, nor many humans walked the roads. In such a close proximity to Nashville, most had abandoned the place to time; the infected went to the city in search of food and the survivors the same. Still, the town got the occasional, intermittent foot traffic; wanderers of all backgrounds crossed the folds of the city to get to their terminus and that meant caution and vigilance was still imperative.

Hanako remained quiet for the most part as she wound her way through the streets, Rory in tow. She was never much of a purveyor of idle conversation. Still, on the topic of Rory, she still knew very little of the man. All she knew was that he fell victim to one of their traps and, by the grace of all that is holy, he was apt with medicine. Adding him to the gang wasn't a decision she favoured at the time - even still she could see the man's conscience gnawing at him. Still, they had a need... still had a need in that moment... for his presence. Given that ever-prevalent fact, trying to get into his head more was more valuable than her precious serenity.

"We don't really know much about each other, do we?" she asked, rhetorically. Her tone was light and friendly - quite the contrast to her usual demeanour. "So, you were a GP or something back home?"
 

JJ

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I truly despise being part of a 1x1 where I am expected to keep the plot going by myself, regardless of who created the plot - it needs to be 50/50.
Favorite Genres
Modern, Fantasy, Horror, Action, Feral. I can get with pretty much anything as long as it is enough to hold my interest. I do not like RP that -specifically- revolves around romance, but I do like romance being a sub-plot if the RP calls for it.
Genre You DON'T Like
Yaoi/Yuri.
[fieldbox="Dean | Jackson Mississippi | 2 October 2026 - Early Morning, lightgreen, solid"]

WEATHER: cloudy, heavy rain & wind, mild flooding, about 63°F (17°C)




It took, literally, every ounce of self control Dean had not to snatch Carter's hand away when he moved in to touch him. As it was, his fists clenched at his side, and he willed himself not to move - not to breathe - until the spike of pain faded back to a dull ache. Dean swallowed, then tentatively took a breath, giving Evangeline a pained smile. "Just you and me, huh?" He let a moment pass as the others milled around them, readying themselves for a venture he was being denied. His mood darkened considerably at the thought, but he forced himself to appear, if not cheery, at least content.

"Hey, once everyone's gone... can we talk?" he asked Eva, considering Winslow for a beat before adding, "Privately?"

INVENTORY (DEAN)
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Wearing
Black cargo pants, black t-shirt
Black combat boots & lightweight Kevlar vest
Black Camelbak


On Person

Colt Combat Commander (9/9) [on right hip]
Small Machete w/Sheath [on left hip]
Foldable Pocket Knife [in pocket]
Small Lockpicking Kit [in pocket]


Backpack
9mm Rounds [1x box of 21]
9mm Rounds [5x boxes of 50]
9mm Mags [1x mags of 9, 2x empty]
Picture of Last Class from D.C.
Small First-Aid Kit
Police Utility Belt [handcuffs, radio, pepper spray, taser, baton, maglight]
Personal Hygiene Kit [includes battery operated clippers]
Change of Clothing [jeans, socks, boxers, shirts] (4)
Water Purifying Straw
Mess Kit w/Utensils
Weapons Cleaning Kit
Black Pullover Hoodie

Clear Rain Poncho [2]

Food & Water
1/2 full 1lb bag of jerky
granola bars [7]
20oz bottled water [3]
60oz canteen [full]
85oz black Camelbak [full]


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JJ

The Mom Friend
Roleplay Invitations
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays, Chat Roleplays, Private Convo Roleplays
Posting Speed
Several Posts a Day, A Few Posts A Day, One Post a Day
My Usual Online Time
I use Iwaku on my phone also so usually if I'm awake, I'm reachable.
Writing Levels
Adept, Advanced, Prestige
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Female, Primarily Prefer Male
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
I truly despise being part of a 1x1 where I am expected to keep the plot going by myself, regardless of who created the plot - it needs to be 50/50.
Favorite Genres
Modern, Fantasy, Horror, Action, Feral. I can get with pretty much anything as long as it is enough to hold my interest. I do not like RP that -specifically- revolves around romance, but I do like romance being a sub-plot if the RP calls for it.
Genre You DON'T Like
Yaoi/Yuri.
[fieldbox="Riley | Jackson Mississippi | 2 October 2026 - Early Morning, teal, solid"]
WEATHER: cloudy, heavy rain & wind, mild flooding, about 63°F (17°C)




Clearing her throat and looking away from her brother, Riley turned towards Otto, who was peering out the front. The rain had gotten heavier since yesterday, but the winds didn't seem quite as bad. Riley didn't know much about alligators, but it seemed like the perfect environment for them right now, with the streets all swampy. She stuffed a hand in her pocket, rocking back on her heels impatiently.

"Seems we have ginger power on our side," Evie said, and Riley looked over her shoulder, returning the smile.

"Yeah, I guess so." She tilted her head at Evie as they headed outside into the rain. "Have you ever killed anything before?" she asked. "You know, besides the Infected?"


INVENTORY (RILEY)
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Wearing

khaki hunting pants, black t-shirt, black socks, hiking boots

On Person
Beretta Cx4 Storm [15/15] (shoulder strap)
Beretta Model 92 [17/17] (given to Dex)
Machete w/Sheath (left hip)

Backpack
Sleeping Bag
Family Picture
9mm Rounds x46
Journal & 2 Black Pens
Bottle of Draino [3/4 full]
Aluminum Foil Roll [1/3 full]
5 Pens, Assorted Colors
Package of 12 Large Rubberbands

Food & Water
Skittles [1]
Kitkat [2]
Can Ravioli [2]
16oz Water Bottle [2 full]
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KatSea

Edgepeasant
Roleplay Invitations
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays
Posting Speed
Several Posts a Day
My Usual Online Time
Generally online in the afternoon eastern time
Writing Levels
Give-No-Fucks, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Female
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
More passive but am decently comfortable with leading.
Favorite Genres
Fantasy, mystery, magical, modern,
Genre You DON'T Like
Dystopian, Survival stories,
Evangeline Moore



Utter relief flooded through Evangeline's body as she perceived Bea transforming towards her normal, silly atmosphere. She jolted from her sleeping position, seemingly as shocked as Evangeline was feeling inwardly. She turned towards Winslow, shaken but retaining her charm and brightness. An exhale that Evangeline was unconsciously holding in escaped her lips, noticing that Winslow's shoulders matched her current posture. Slumped. Relieved. "Was worry about you there for a second honey Bea. You alright?" The back of Winslow's head pressed to her forehead as his brow furrowed in concern. "Don't feel a fever. Maybe just an early morning spell. Everything feeling in tip top shape inwardly?" Winslow asked, now gently poking her upper stomach with a thin smile. "No stomaches or headaches? No sore throats?" Evangeline realized that she had rubbed off on Winslow, perhaps a little too much. She wouldn't worry about him, he seemed content with the return of his friend. Besides, it was best that those two weren't sent out to do chores. Evangeline would have found the nearest step stool and told the leader of the group that they weren't ready, full eye contact made. That was until Evangeline somehow managed to trip over her imaginary shoe lace and have to rely on Winslow to catch her and to apologize heavily. The mental image made her smile, for she could see it happening very clearly.

Evangeline had seemed to blank out completely, for her eyes widened in surprise as Carter's words seemed to end with "Rip my luscious locks!" Evangeline was far more certain he had replied to her, but with the gratitude and absolute relief that flooded through her, memories appeared to have entered one part of her brain and exited through her ear. It did not matter. Carter was heading out, appearing to get on Dean's nerves. Evangeline had to stifle a chuckle at the notion, although he realized if he had made Dean anymore comfortable, she was not afraid to find the nearest step stool and give him the conversation of his life.

Preferably after offering him her last granola bar so he'd remain quiet. Not that his humor didn't make her smile. But she had handled children before, she knew how to bribe them for a temporary amount of time.


"Hmm?" Evangeline questioned as she was knocked from her train of thought. "Oh, yes, you and me I suppose." She offered Dean a gentle smile, noticing briefly that he appeared to be in pain. Her lips twisted into a light grimace at the mere idea and her eyes flickered over to Winslow and Bea. She would need to keep an eye on them...

"Privately?" Evangeline questioned, her breath lodged in her throat. She swallowed hesitantly before tilting her head back to look at him clearly. "I suppose so. Is there a problem Dean?" Her eyebrow raised as her eyes shimmered with innocence.

Inventory

Rifle

Three hospital rags

Needle and String

Unborn Child

Increasing moodiness

Bag of jerky

Granola bar(1)
 

VengefulPeanut

Awkward Joke Dispenser
Roleplay Invitations
Group Roleplays
Posting Speed
A Few Posts A Day, One Post a Day, A Few Posts a Week
Writing Levels
Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
I prefer being passive but I can be aggressive if people will it.
Favorite Genres
Fantasy, Scifi
Genre You DON'T Like
Yaoi, furry.

Location: Front of the garage
Interactions: Otto, Riley

Evie followed out after Otto and Riley, stepping into the unrelenting rain. Considering she had spent the whole night waiting for her clothes to dry, it felt a bit like a futile effort now - valuing dryness. Within moments, her hair became sodden once more, turning a deep, dark, rusty orange colour. When Riley spoke to her, Evie's response was almost automatic. It was only when she paused to consider the words that nearly escaped her mouth that she realised the swelling feeling of guilt and disgust in the pit of her gut.

I've killed other people.

How could she say that so casually? To admit that she had killed and murdered. To admit that she went from being a plain history student with a passion for archery to skewering people with the knowledge gained from a once harmless hobby. What was even worse was how the acts had become so inconsequential on her life - like it was a normal thing. Her thoughts were written all over her face as she pondered. It was like a tidal wave of musings had crashed through her brain all in the space of a couple of seconds. Realizing she still needed to respond and that her eyes had fallen to the ground, she looked back to Riley and forced a smile onto her lips.

"Never really been one for hunting," she answered. "I ran over a hedgehog once in my dad's car... doubt that counts, though."

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On Person (Evie):
- Hunting Knife
- Bow (12 arrows)

Backpack/Room (Evie):
Items (3):
- Change of Outfit

Water (0):

Food (0):

Outfit:

[IMG]https://i.imgur.com/0NZanrF.jpg[/IMG]
 

Dakota K5

Disgruntled Mountain man
Roleplay Invitations
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays, Chat Roleplays
Posting Speed
Several Posts a Day
My Usual Online Time
I am online from 5:00 Am to around 10:30 AM Fridays through Tuesdays due to work so post will be in between those times.
Writing Levels
Give-No-Fucks, Beginner, Elementary, Intermediate, Adept, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, No Preferences
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
both
Favorite Genres
I'm up for anything
Genre You DON'T Like
Meh none really.
Otto Williams
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Interaction: Evie and Riley
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Otto Walked a little bit ahead of the two women he was with as rain splashed his face, he made to move strands of his hair out of his face as it soaked in the water. His footfalls splashed water in front of him, his mind was half focused on walking and half focused on Riley and Evie speaking. Dex's sister asked Dex's girlfriend if she had killed anything besides infected as casually as if she had asked if she had seen any interesting movies lately. "I don't if that is morbidly funny or sad anymore." Otto thought to himself as he listened to Evie's late reply about a hedgehog, he knew something has happened after Dex had been shot, knew she had to have experience killing someone in that hotel since Dex was in no shape to defend either of them at the time and there were dead there. He would make no comment, Evie would speak of it in her own way and in her own time and probably to Dex. "If we encounter any alligators they will be real slow and such, this cold temperature has them in burrows right now normally near the banks of a river or tributary but since those two things are around us right now they have probably hunkered down wherever the water edge is. I would suggest we head to higher ground then make our way back down, we might encounter a deer or some hogs on the higher ground and if not it will give time for the temperature to rise and bring any alligators out from hiding." Otto suggested an alternative to going straight for gator now, both because a deer would be safer, if a hog would be safer was debatable but it was certainly more likely, as well as knowing there chances were slim right now to see anything in the way of reptiles out an about with how chilly it was at the moment.
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On Person:
1x AR15
1x 1911A1
7x 7 round 1911 magazines
5x 30 round STANAG mags (26 rounds depleted in total)
1x tanto style combat knife
Several feet of para-cord
On Chest Rig:
6x 30 round STANAG magazines
In first pack: 3x flint and steel