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Ghost
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| Subject: West Side Community (Open) Sun Jan 15, 2017 10:10 am | |
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This was a walled survivor community on the west side of the city. He'd been here about 24 hours. Upon his arrival, he had to beat up 4 people - 3 men and one woman - because they intended to rob him of his goods. The feat had earned him the admiration of some and the scorn of others. Nothing much happened here in this community, so the fight was still a hot topic, even a day later. Ghost had gone on a scavenging run and come back with many goods, with help from his two "fans," the wall guards named George and Vincent, and had also cleared off the walls for an expansion project, so Ghost, because of his 2 "fans," was a bit of a celebrity.
He didn't seem to care. Regina, the cop leader of the community, whose HQ was a police station, who had many men and women made up of old cops, had her eye on Ghost for some reason. According to Vincent, Regina didn't really like anyone, and spurned the advanced of everyone who'd tried to get next to her, even her right hand guy Brock, a tall man with muscles. Then there was Ghost, who got looks from her that she gave no one. With the story of Ghost beating up 4 people by himself still going around, there were rising tensions from within the community, and with the fact that Regina gave Ghost looks and signals as if she liked him, there were rising tensions from within her men.
Ghost knew that someone - either from the community or from within Regina's people - was going to let their emotions boil over sooner or later, and someone was going to try something. He was only here to earn himself another weapon, then he'd be leaving. At the current moment, Ghost was sitting on the ground in front of the police station, his bat and bag next to him, leaning on a wall. He was sharpening his machete with a sharpening tool he'd come across yesterday. Every so often, the bus near the entrance would start and move to let someone in or out. New survivors came in every few hours to be checked and processed in.
Someone would walk by and give him a look of admiration. Someone would walk by and give him a devious stare. "So this is what it's like to be famous," he mumbled. A rather large black and white dog came walking from in between the police station and the building next door. A lot of people got away from the area, but Ghost didn't move. He'd heard talks of a wild dog that sometimes came inside the community somehow and was known to be vicious and bite people. Ghost could tell at first glance that it was a Pit Bull. It didn't look vicious to him, and he stayed where he was even as it walked over to him.
The dog looked thirsty, and Ghost opened his bag and took out a bottle of water. As he poured the water in front of the dog, it anxiously began to drink it. Ghost fed the dog the majority of the water, drinking down several big gulps of it himself to finish the bottle. He twisted the cap back on and put it back into his bag. The dog seemed thankful of Ghost, taking a seat next to him. Ghost rubbed the top of the dog's head.
"You were able to tame that wild monster?" George asked from up on the wall. "You're something else, man!" Ghost shrugged his shoulders and continued sharpening his Machete...
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| | | Dez
Posts : 38 Rep : 550 Join date : 2017-01-01
| Subject: Re: West Side Community (Open) Sun Jan 15, 2017 5:44 pm | |
| The apartment building Destiny had been held up in had turned out to be a bust: while the place was barricaded well enough to keep any hordes from being able to get in the sheer amount of hordes around meant it was difficult for her to get out to get supplies. As much as she had hated it she had had to take to sneaking out at night, in the pitch darkness, so that she could safely (or as safely as was possible) get around the zombies without attracting too much attention to herself. That wasn’t a habit she wanted to start forming so she had felt it best to move on.
In preparation she had gone through the apartments, cutting down the random zombie here and there as she came across them and gathering up supplies. Some of the supplies she had gathered up were things such as wires and little devices that she could use to make other things: a small pile of junk to most people but something helpful for someone like her. From there she had moved on in the middle of the night. She had taken care to be quiet and careful as she moved, and to double check that no one was following her. There were no laws, no rules anymore, so she wasn’t chancing anyone trying to turn her from a survivor into some kind of victim.
Through her wanderings she had come across a community of sorts. While she had no intentions of joining up with them she had decided to stick around – at least for now. She had been processed through, as were several other wanderers who had come through, and then allowed into the community after being cleared as ‘disease’ free.
She had spent the night sleeping in a tent, but it had been a fitful sleep. She didn’t trust the people around because she didn’t know them, so sleeping for more than fifteen minutes at a time was difficult. No one had really bothered her that evening, nor since she had woken up – people had glanced out of curiosity but there hadn’t been anything more than that.
At the moment Destiny found herself wandering through, looking for a place to relax and work on a project she had in mind. She had headphones in, though the music was low so she could hear what was going on – the current song being Wreak Havoc by Skylar Grey. In her typical fashion she kept an eye on what was going on around her, even when playing with her iPod: scan some songs, scan the area, repeat and rinse. It was during one of those times looking around that she spotted a familiar figure near the police station with a dog. Eyebrows raised in curiosity she glanced around once more and then wandered over. Wanting to give him space as well as herself she plopped down nearby so she was close enough to be heard when speaking but far enough away to not be within each others personal space: her bag and weapons even though she removed them before sitting down being kept close to her - especially her crossbow which was already loaded: she wasn't taking chances, or letting her guard down just because of the walls protecting the place. ”Thought you said you didn’t do groups...”, she commented as she reached into her bag and pulled out her little baggie of junk and wires as well as some batteries and a few tools. As she waited for a response she began to busy herself with the starting of what was going to be a battery charger that would allow her to keep her iPod and other devices charged off of 9V batteries.
"Nice dog by the way...", she added absently.
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| | | Ghost
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| Subject: Re: West Side Community (Open) Mon Jan 16, 2017 9:28 am | |
| #15 Ghost next pulled a can of something from his bag, opening it with a can opener that he swiped from a house he scavenged. It turned out what was inside the can was salmon. After eating some of it himself, he put the can down in front of the dog, which wolfed down the rest hungrily. Ghost continued to receive strange stared because of the generosity he was showing towards the "wild, vicious monster." He continued with sharpening his Machete into a razor. The brand new unused metal glinted in the sunlight. Once done, he holstered the weapon back into it's sheath which was connected to his bag and pulled out his combat knife to do the same to it, knocking off the brown fluids from stabbing the heads of zombies earlier. He was wondering if he would ever find his brother when a familiar voice spoke to him. He looked to see her sitting nearby; the girl from a night ago with the sword. With the big collar on his jacket, all she'd be able to see were a pair of eyes looking back at her. It was the same girl from that apartment building. Ghost looked back to his knife while continuing to sharpen it. "...I also said I didn't like being followed," Ghost responded. "...They have a barter system here. I'm only around until I earn a proper firearm, then i'm leaving." Ghost finished sharpening his combat knife and re-sheathed it in his left boot again. He would next pull his 1911 and check to see if it too was still in working order, ejecting the magazine and pulling the slide several times.... 7,201 + 281 = 7,482 words | |
| | | Dez
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| Subject: Re: West Side Community (Open) Wed Jan 18, 2017 10:56 am | |
| A small grin spread across Destiny’s face at the strangers words of not liking to be followed, something he had stated before. He then went on to explain about the communities barter system, and how he was just here long enough to earn a new weapon before he moved on. ”I didn’t follow you – well, not on purpose. I didn’t even know you were here… I figured it was time to get out of the city before things get worse.”, she would comment honestly, continuing to work on the project she had started.
Taking a small working knife she stripped the wire cover off, exposing the wires of an old charger beneath it. These exposed wires were attached to others, and then the whole thing was glued into the mints tin she had also pulled out. From there she attached a 9V battery and slipped that into the tin too. A small rectangular hole was then cut in the side, exposing the port she would be able to connect a USB style charger too. After closing the tin up she reached into her bag and pulled out the charger to her iPod.
After double checking that everyone was secure she plugged the cord into the tin mints container and then pulled her iPod out of her pocket, plugging the other end of the cord into it. The iPod beeped and than began to charge, causing a grin to spread across across Destiny’s face. ”Excellent!”, she said softly, watching as the battery symbol on the iPod began to fill up, indicating it was definitely charging. ”Can’t go without my music…”, she added thoughtfully.
She glanced down at the remaining items of her junk pile, looking through it to see that she had enough to make another charger if needed – and plenty of spare batteries.
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