Roleplaying

Tara was horrified when she saw Raino apparently submitting and allowing Derek to kill him. "No..." she whimpered. Even more tears welled up in her eyes and blurred her vision, and she started sobbing to herself. Derek, on the other hand, responded by laughing maniacly and triumphantly as he raised a clawed hand to do this. Laughing distracted him, though, so he didn't notice Raino go behind him until he felt the mop being knocked out of his hand and felt himself being nudged to the side slightly. He turned to face Raino again, realizing that Raino had no intention of letting himself be killed so easily after all, snarled angrily and lowered his hear, pointing his antlers at Raino. "You little...!" he growled, starting to stalk slowly and menacingly (but painfully) toward the boy. Tara heard all this going on and realized that Raino wasn't going to let himself be killed, too. She blinked away her tears, saw him looking at her, and feebly wagged her tail. She wagged harder as she felt him trying to pick her up, and her eyes teared up again, but this time with happy, grateful tears. She knew even before he tried he probably wouldn't succeed though, she knew how fat she was. "She's not a hippo..." she heard him mutter under his breath (her wolf ears could hear it though), "She's a dog... not a hippo..." She wasn't sure if she was saying this to her, or to Arby (was he able to talk to Arby? She had a feeling he probably could, even if no one else seemed able to...) or to himself, but she answered anyway. "Hee hee... well I am kind of like a hippo too..." she whispered, her cheeks feeling warm under her fur, "please don't hurt yourself, I'm a fatso, hee hee..." She saw the mop lying on the floor again but it was too close to Derek so she was too scared to go get it. Derek, meanwhile, was furious when he saw what Raino was trying to do now. "Graaaaaarr! How dare you steal my dinner, you little rotter!" he bellowed. "That's no fair! That's... that's... Grraaaaaaaaarrrr!" He threw himself at Raino, but missed by inches and got his antlers caught in the chain-link fencing. He wildly tried to yank them out but couldn't. He knew very well that his antlers were attached right onto his skull, too, so if he tried to pull them out any harder he very well might break his skull. Soon he got tired and had to stop and gasp for breath. "Come a little closer so I can tear you from limb to limb you dirty, stinking sneaks..." he growled, gritting his teeth. He was still losing quite a bit of blood, he hadn't been able to bandage all his wounds, and was weakening fast, soon he knew he'd probably to weak to kill anyone. Tara, feeling a bit safer now, sat down and ripped off part of her shirt (which embarrassed her to do in front of the boys but survival had to come before modesty) and used the pieces to bandage her new wounds. Then she crawled over to the mop, picked it up, and used it as a cane again. She was very weak and wobbly but managed to stay standing. She limped over to Raino, having to move very slowly so she wouldn't fall over again but still able to move, stood near him and glanced nervously between him and Derek. Derek was still trying to get his antlers out of the fence, but now he was trying to pull them out more slowly and carefully, and it looked like he was succeeding... "Heheheh... I bet you two were starting to think you were safe from me now... Well you're wrong! You can run but you can't hide! I'll free myself in a jiffy then I'll hunt you down wherever you might be by then - but I'm sure you can't get far - then I'll finally kill you! Hahaha!" Tara glanced at Raino again. "I... um... think we better try to get out of here quick... do you think?" she said nervously. She turned and started to limp toward the door, while looking over her shoulder at him and Derek. 

"Haha! She admitted to being a hippo! Psh; I told you so Rammy-boy!" laughter that didn't belong to I or Arby rang out, confusing us both. We stole a glance and looked at each other; then looked over that Derek. It was bothering that he was finally getting up... unstuck. "Heheheh... I bet you two were starting to think you were safe from me now... Well you're wrong! You can run but you can't hide! I'll free myself in a jiffy then I'll hunt you down wherever you might be by then - but I'm sure you can't get far - then I'll finally kill you! Hahaha!" Derek had said; and Tara had said in a result of the situation; ""I... um... think we better try to get out of here quick... do you think?"  Glancing at her; I looked back at Derek, then said "He doesn't look too good. He looks... in pain."

Truthfully, I wasn't very sure if he could get to us though. I did know that anyone who was sane wouldn't attack in his condition... but then there's the question; is he sane? I mean, he was locked up in section. He'd probably kill all of the others if he had the chance... "We're hungry." Oh great, apparently even mentioning food makes Arby say that. And who's that we? I'm not hungry. I think. Arby growled low, not wanting for Derek to get any closer. "You're smart, right? Then are you going to attack us? You're bleeding... wouldn't you rather help then attack us and get more wounds?" I attempting to make a... well, false promise to him, since who in their right mind would actually help him? It was just that I needed to be able to have more time and a higher chance of us getting away... 

Tara stared at Raino in shock for a minute. "Wh...what?! Help him, right after he tried to kill us?!" she whispered. Though I suppose if we did he'd be less likely to attack us, maybe... he might even help us out too... Or maybe Raino is trying to trick him? I'm still confused but I guess I'll have to wait and see... I'll follow him and do whatever he does,... She turned her gaze to Derek again.

Derek was silent for a minute or two, thinking about this, then sighed wearily. "I guess you're right... right now, if I attack you again, I probably will just get wounded worse and bleed to death... for now I guess I should just raid the kitchen like you suggested earlier... maybe I'll eat you and the others later... maybe... but for now I guess we can make a truce, I'll help you and your friends if you help me..." He finally managed to get his antlers free and crumpled to the ground. Tara limped over to the closet, got out a broom, limped over to Derek and gave it to him, before limping away from him and behind Raino again as fast as she could. Derek used the broom as a cane like Tara was using the mop as a cane. Tara wondered if this was a bad idea on her part, it might have been better if Derek wasn't able to move and the broom could also be used as a weapon, though he already had plenty of built-in weapons, and it was still as hard for him to move as it was for her to move, so maybe it didn't make too much difference... Derek didn't move yet, he just stood there and glowered at them. Tara didn't move yet either, she was still planning to follow whatever plan Raino had, and hoped she hadn't wrecked it at all by doing what she just did.

"...Sure, you can search the kitchen, we'll search the other rooms." I decided without asking her opinion, and lead her out of the room with the intent of getting away from Derek, knowing that she wanted to get away just as much as I, probably even more. Glancing at her, I did the motion of placing my finger to my lips as a way to silently point out the fact that we need to be quiet. Hopefully she wouldn't be clumsy and knock something down... which would probably happen. Knowing that Derek probably would have difficulty opening doors, I had shut the door behind us as means to help our escape from him. "You could have just killed him..." A harsh voice whispered, as if believing that everything else could hear him. I shook my head, making the voice end up saying "Let me guess, you don't know how to kill him even if your intent was that? You have teeth boy, use them. They're there for a reason, and we're hungry, which means that you must be since we all feel the same feeling of hunger at the same time. Don't act as if you don't know... You ignorant brat, Rammy-boy. That was perfectly good meat back there. Now there's a chance that he'll just curl up and die then rot, and then it isn't fresh OR edible anymore. Nice going, Rammy-boy... learn how to actually hunt instead of acting like them."

Derek nodded and wandered off to the kitchen. Tara followed Raino out of the room and watched him close the door. Maybe he wasn’t planning to help Derek or accept Derek’s help after all… I sure hope so… she thought, wagging the tip of her tail slightly. She saw him put his finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet, which made this seem even more likely; she wagged her tail a bit more. She examined his face from the corner of her eye, hoping he wouldn’t notice she was staring at him but also hoping to get a clue of what he was thinking from the look on his face. She couldn’t really tell, though, he seemed pretty lost in thought and pretty troubled about something. She was tempted to ask but had a feeling this would be a bad idea and would probably just alienate him. He was being kinder to her and tolerating her more than she had expected, she didn’t want to ruin it, but she feared that sooner or later she would… But what could he be thinking about with such a dark look on his face? She could only guess... She wondered whether he was thinking about Derek, or about something else... or about her... She hoped it was about Derek or something else and not her... She was so busy looking at and thinking about Raino she didn’t look where she was going and crashed into a shelf. Several big, heavy books fell off and crashed to the floor, a few hit her, she yelped as she fell to the floor. She heard Derek shouting something and limping noisily toward them. “I’m sorry…” she said to Raino, hanging her head and tucking her tail between her legs as she picked up her mop-cane and struggled to get back to her feet as quick as she could, though her shaking knees made it even harder than before. Although Derek probably couldn’t move very fast and he would have trouble opening doors in his weakened state, she still knew this was bad.

..."Crazy, lazy, clumsy--" Before he could finish the sentence, I said out loud, attempting to make an excuse; "She just fell, that's all! There's a lot of rats over here so they must have made everything easier to knock down, no need to come over here!" Though I doubted that he'd be stupid enough to fall for it, I looked over at her and then suddenly whispered "What's your name?" It only felt polite to ask, since calling her 'She, her, etc.' all the time instead of her name was kind of rude. "I don't like you interrupting me, Rammy-boy." Whoever it was said darkly, a tone of hostility and a hint of some sadistic thought was in that sentence; making me doubt that whoever it was, was any good at all. 

"She just fell, that's all! There's a lot of rats over here so they must have made everything easier to knock down, no need to come over here!" Tara glanced at Raino again. This time it really did sound like he was talking to someone else... but who? It had to be Arby... it couldn't possibly be anyone else, there was no one else around, right? Then she heard him ask her name. Her tail slipped between her legs and wagged slightly, and her cheeks felt warm again. "Oh... um, Tara... hee hee..." she said, staring at his boots, still too shy to look him in the face. She was silent for a moment or two then said: "Um... sorry to be nosy, but who were you talking to just now? Arby? I kind of assume you'd be able to talk to Arby even though no one else seems able to, since he's your... um, what's it called... infection?"

His mansion and the huge basement where we were kept for 2 years. Has an indoor pool, and over 50 rooms in total, 47 of them in which are locked, one of the rooms holding caging for the more violent ones, another one where the less violent ones are all in a cell together, and the surgical room are the ones unlocked. Bedrooms and kitchen doors are all locked; but can be busted open.

The Courtyard is a large Courtyard surrounding the Mansion, over grown with weeds because of too little care. It extends out into the forest, and has it's fair share of undead hiding along it.

A Large Forest, with many trees in it and five clearings, only two of them in which are large. It has forest critters of all kinds, including deer. The undead commonly like to lurk here; at least, loners away from the hordes do. The only shelter there is in the forest is a few hallow dead trees and fallen ones, along with a small cave or two that could only fit a small child in them. Besides that, there're also rivers and a large fishing lake deep within the forest; along with two cabins, one fisherman's cabin, one was a hunter's cabin.

The City is one of the other places we once called home. The only other place was one of the farmlands. It is too large for people to continue to look for people more then a year and a half after they disappear, yet small enough for most of the social people to know nearly everyone.

Three farms, each in which have a huge corn or wheat field could have been one of our homes, even though two of them have been sold to someone else in the past; yet they're some of the best chances for good defence and survival chance as long as you can build up more fencing around one if it gets abandoned, or if you kill the old inhabitants. The city contains a few small shops, and only one gun shop.

The Old Windmill broke down 7 years ago; is now residence to mold, damp environments, and mice. Undead rarely lurk here due to the lack of living food.

He is the fallen;

And we are the forgotten.

At First it seemed like just a game; a sweet party with our dearest of friends; Trent. His birthday had come up and we were over at his house for the party, to congratulate and spend some time with him. Everything on our end was just perfect-- then came Trent's father. He seemed almost like a predator, the way he was extra friendly with us, the look in his eyes when we accepted the drinks...

That man offered us to stay for the night. He had enough rooms, he said. Like the fools we were we accepted, some of us will never forget that smile he made...

2 years and we haven't seen the sunlight after that night. Yet one day, while checking up on us, he dies. His keys slip out, and we have the chance to be free yet again.

But the question remains;

Could we be accepted even though we are what we are now?

Yet that doesn't matter anymore, as the people we once knew are something else, something horrible. We need to gather together, prevent more deaths by sticking together, even when we're so different, that doesn't matter anymore...

...survival does.

Survival against the Undead.

Can you survive?

Normal human's plot;

Everything went horrible whenever the news reports told you of people eating one another; calling it 'another form of rabies'. At first, it started in Alaska. Then Canada. Then poop hit the fan whenever it got to major cities in America, such as New York and so on.

Rumors are that the other cities are safe; no infection at all, civilization; but the problem is surviving... and the fact that they closed the ports to and out of North and South America, closing everything down as to contain the infection. No orders have been released to bomb the land, and they hope that in a few years the infection will die out of starvation from no more food...

...And yet, as that seems to be horrible, now you have odd people who went missing over a year ago popping up, except... not all of them look even human, making you wonder...

...are they zombies too?

Trent was one of the first to die throughout the experiments, and he died a month after they begun. It was fall when his birthday was, meaning that it is yet again fall, 2 years afterwards.

You have been stuck and experimented on for two years until 'he' died. Now you have the chance to escape, but the scars and marks run deep on you. But some might not make it out even in the sunlight, as there is something much, much worse and horrible out amongst the streets, something that seems to come out of one of the old horror movies that they used to play in the local movie theater.

The living dead roam the streets, it had started slowly, spreading quickly, only a month or two before he died, meaning that they've picked off quite a bit of people, even eating animals such as dogs...

Exhibited's Normal Role Play Rules Are Of Course Still Rules In This RP.

Please refrain from having super-powers; only physical changes from chemicals and other things might be in effect. Things like fast regeneration is allowed, but none of that where it just poofs back without taking a toll on their body and without them eating a lot.

You must have 2 characters or more, and at least for one of them to be kill able. Unless your only character is killable. You can have max 3 nonkillable characters.

Killing is allowed from start, no killing other people's characters until page 5!

By marking a player as killable you hereby agree to allowing others to kill that character. That includes unessesary tripping the other so that they can be eaten by the hordes of the zombies.

No making a Girl-Friend or Boyfriend for yourself if you have already made your characters and is active in the RP. Only when you first make your characters are you allowed to make a boyfriend/girlfriend for your character, and after that you must get permission from another Role Player to become your character's Girlfriend/boyfriend, but if you make them both at the same time then they can be boyfriend and girlfriend. ;3

Keep Romance at a mild level; this Role Play is not focused on romance, so please no more then kissing/cuddling, as in no 'steamy make-out sessions' or excessive flirting with all of the other characters.

Actually work on your descriptions, please! No simple descriptions like 'He is short and has red hair, blue eyes', please attempt to flesh out your characters a bit, since I might as well sketch your character maybe from time to time. ;)

NO PET ZOMBIES. All zombies are mindless and eat everything, along with they cannot be held as pets because they'll just bite you and such. ;Y;

Note;

0 Normal People; Allowed, after page 5 all new characters must be normal people unless you already have a character in that's not a normal person. ;Y;

0 You can be a Wolf-Man or a Chimera.

0 They cannot be wearing any extra accessories since those would have been taken away; such as wepons, but things like belts and such are allowed, along with things like bracelets.

0 As said in the plot and history they where supposivly at a birthday Party before knocking out and being experimented on. More specifically, a Costume Party.

0 They where held there for two years, and they still have the same clothes as before, or they could have a night gown. ^^

0 Infection is a closed kind; and the only way to become one is if I choose to make my character infect yours~

0 Don't describe in detal anything about the living dead. You can state things like "It bit ____" or something, but don't go into detail since that wouldn't be allowed on EX. Remember to keep gorey details at a minimum~!

0 Zombies can only be killed by A. Burning Alive B. Decaptiation C. Destroying the brain, or D. being eaten alive by another zombie.

0 Whenever someone is bit, it makes them a carrier meaning that they can infect others by kissing or any other contact with the saliva of the carrier. They stay carriers until they die, in which then they'll become one of them. This means not as much killing just because someone's been bit, and it's not as serious to get bit and such. ^^