momoismeJoin Date: 2011-01-23
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Gear blinks. "I was talking about the generator. What are you talking about?" |
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Colt sighs. "Nothing...that was my lame attempt at a joke. I have just about the same understanding of humor as a machine." |
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She grins widely. "That's me, not you!" |
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Colt grins. "I disagree." |
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She shrugs. "Eh." |
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Colt sighs, twirling his revolvers. He resolves to practice more with them, so he doesn't outlive his usefulness. Again. |
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Name: Savannah ("Savvy") Booth
RPage: 18
Gender: Girl
Items Carried: Hiking backpack with a standard first aid kit, living necessities and multiple worn textbooks. Sleeping bag rolled up on top of her pack. Double-barrel shotgun pistol holstered in belt loop and machete holstered to her calf.
Skillset (Two only): Hand-to-hand combat / Agility
Appearance: Shoulder-length, light-brown hair often pulled back into a pony-tail; green eyes. 5’6”; form-fitting black tank top, denim jeans, combat boots, cargo jacket.
[ ; u ; hi guys~ ] |
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momoismeJoin Date: 2011-01-23
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(Accepted! Yay!) |
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Savannah presses her back to the flat surface of a rock outcropping, tucking her knees closer to her and letting her head fall back. "I'm..." A sigh leaves her lips and she dares a glance around the corner, eyes focusing on a small shelter in the far distance. "Tired." She finishes and pushes herself up, hand resting on her gun for mild comfort as she scans the horizon for potential threats. It's been quite some time since she's been in the presence of another, and by now, she begins to miss it.
"Come on, Savvy, pull yourself together." Shaking her head, she takes the first few steps to what looks to be a garage, fingers still on the grip of her pistol and itching to fire. |
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The garage is open and nearly empty, save a pallet, light, and some food and water. Clearly someone was living here recently and left quickly. |
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Gently, Savannah pushes the door open and spares a quick glance to her surroundings, taking extra care to be quiet in her movements. It seems that another survivor had been living here and deserted their post – there was still chance of their return.
Approaching the remaining supplies, she switches off the light to avoid being seen and carefully stores both the water and food. It would be too much of a risk to stay for the night, but she backs herself into a corner with her weapon drawn out. “Hello?” She doesn’t expect an answer, but it was always worth a try. “Is anyone there?”
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There is only silence and the wind outside. |
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Colt stares at Gear. "I don't suppose there is anything else that needs doing?" |
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"Nothing!" She scrambles up the ladder, checking circuits. When she's done she runs to the generator and throws the switch. The prison now glows with light, the heat works, and the TV turns on. |
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Colt frowns, holstering his revolvers. He unsheathes his Bowie knife using the large blade as a mirror. He runs his hand over his hairless chin and sighs. |
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Gear jumps from the balcony and lands behind Colt. "Whatcha doin?" |
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Colt grins sheepishly. "Wishing I was older." |
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"Why?!" She looks confused. |
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Colt stares at her for a second, before deciding to share the tip of the iceberg. "Doncha think I'd look good with a mustache?" He grins half heartedly. |
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She blinks, then shrugs. "I dunno, I've never thought about it."
She peers at him. "Actually, probably a bit of a beard." |
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Colt grins. "Really, you think so?" |
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She shrugs. "Maybe. You'd have to grow one to be sure. It's like an earring, only undoable." |
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Colt nods. "It would be a huge help.."
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iChelseaJoin Date: 2009-11-23
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Imogen and Luna come downstairs, finally done bickering.
Imogen cringes. "Why do I have an urge to hit something right now?"
Luna rolls her eyes. "Oh silly Genny, you violent, ignorant child. Didn't you hear? We have new additions to our group."
Imogen's eyes grow wide. "Perfect..." |
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Cinder pokes his head out once more. "Helloooo!" |
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