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① Pick a character ② Pick a prompt (or DIY) (shamelessly and selectively pilfered from ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small} bakerstreet's Random Scenario Meme)③ Do the thing!. table code by betterdolphin | |
Don't mention it. You out running around on your own?
[ Her head hangs as she finds a particularly riveting spot on the floor to look down at. ]
No. Jockey got me, then I got separated from the guys I was with.
[ A beat. ] We were waiting to get picked up. I sure as hell hope they got out of here.
No. Jockey got me, then I got separated from the guys I was with.
[ A beat. ] We were waiting to get picked up. I sure as hell hope they got out of here.
Well, there's no goin' back that way. Guess you and me are stuck together for the time being.
Yeah, guess we are.
[ She finally looks up at him then, and heaves a sigh. ] I'm Zoey.
[ She finally looks up at him then, and heaves a sigh. ] I'm Zoey.
Tucker. [ Here's hoping she's not expecting a handshake, because he doesn't offer one. ] Let me know when you're good to go.
Good to meet you then, Tuck.
[ Can she call him Tuck? Anyway, she wasn't quite expecting a handshake, thankfully. I mean, she's gross as hell right now, for one. And there are more important things to be doing than shaking hands, for another. Things like willing herself to get up off her ass and keep moving, the first of which she actually does with some success. She keeps her back against the wall for support as she adjusts her rifle's sling on her shoulder and then pulls out her pistol to have it at the ready in case they run into more of the Infected. ]
I think I'm good. Know if there's anything we could use in here? Ammo, painkillers, chainsaws, that kind of thing?
[ Can she call him Tuck? Anyway, she wasn't quite expecting a handshake, thankfully. I mean, she's gross as hell right now, for one. And there are more important things to be doing than shaking hands, for another. Things like willing herself to get up off her ass and keep moving, the first of which she actually does with some success. She keeps her back against the wall for support as she adjusts her rifle's sling on her shoulder and then pulls out her pistol to have it at the ready in case they run into more of the Infected. ]
I think I'm good. Know if there's anything we could use in here? Ammo, painkillers, chainsaws, that kind of thing?
[ He doesn't particularly care about the nickname.
I addition to his magic, he's got a handgun and some ammo but he tries not to handle either too long, just in case. As it is, he takes the gun off his belt and briskly checks its ammo before replacing it. ]
Chainsaw would be nice, yeah? Didn't do much checking when I came through earlier. Might be worth it to scope out.
I addition to his magic, he's got a handgun and some ammo but he tries not to handle either too long, just in case. As it is, he takes the gun off his belt and briskly checks its ammo before replacing it. ]
Chainsaw would be nice, yeah? Didn't do much checking when I came through earlier. Might be worth it to scope out.
Alright, then. Let's keep our eyes peeled.
[ She glances at him, waiting for some sort of a lead. He seems to know his way around here. ]
Do you usually go around alone?
[ She glances at him, waiting for some sort of a lead. He seems to know his way around here. ]
Do you usually go around alone?
[ Tucker heads to the doorway on the opposite side of the room, hands shoved in his coat pockets ]
For the most part. Don't mind teaming up, though. It just works out that I'm mostly by myself.
For the most part. Don't mind teaming up, though. It just works out that I'm mostly by myself.
Edited 2015-09-30 02:31 (UTC)
[ Aha, one of those lone wolf types. She hasn't met one of those since the zombie apocalypse began; mostly because surviving out there by yourself is damn near impossible, she thinks. So, color her a little impressed but also a little skeptical. ]
Uh-huh. Soooo... Giant hordes of zombies aren't a problem for you by yourself, or--?
Uh-huh. Soooo... Giant hordes of zombies aren't a problem for you by yourself, or--?
[ he glances back at her. ] I manage. It's easier not to get spotted when I'm alone.
[ She shrugs and tilts her head in consideration; that makes some sense, although Zoey has to wonder what this guy would do if they were in a tough spot. Would he just leave her for dead? ]
Fair enough, I guess.
[ As they walk through, she glances around, trying to find ammo or painkillers or anything else they might find useful. She stops at a shelf, peering through to check thoroughly. ]
Doesn't it get boring, though? I mean, I guess there are more important things to worry about in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, but--
Fair enough, I guess.
[ As they walk through, she glances around, trying to find ammo or painkillers or anything else they might find useful. She stops at a shelf, peering through to check thoroughly. ]
Doesn't it get boring, though? I mean, I guess there are more important things to worry about in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, but--
I'm not exactly here to tell you my life story. You coming along or not?
[ She purses her lips, although it goes unseen the way her body is turned toward the shelf, and then grabs an adrenaline shot off of it. ]
--Oookay. No small talk. Got it.
[ Zoey hastens her steps to catch up and fall into Tucker's pace. ]
Guess we'll just enjoy the silence of each other's company or something.
--Oookay. No small talk. Got it.
[ Zoey hastens her steps to catch up and fall into Tucker's pace. ]
Guess we'll just enjoy the silence of each other's company or something.
[ Tucker just… sighs. ] Look, until this whole zombie thing happened, I lived on my own. I’m a loner. A recluse.
Fighting for our lives hasn’t exactly gotten me used to social niceties, yeah? So sorry if I’m not the most chatty guy around.
Fighting for our lives hasn’t exactly gotten me used to social niceties, yeah? So sorry if I’m not the most chatty guy around.
[ Zoey opens her mouth, ready to fire back with a feisty remark or something along those lines, but after a moment she just... closes it. Seeing as she's stuck with this guy for the foreseeable future, probably, it might not be a good idea to piss him off more. ]
Gotcha. Really, I do.
[ A beat.]
Sorry.
Gotcha. Really, I do.
[ A beat.]
Sorry.
Don't worry about it. It's not like I've got it stamped on my forehead, yeah?
Pfft. Yeah, no kidding.
[ And then as though on cue, there are sounds of movement, and of trudging about just beyond where they are. A little bit of that trademark zombie groaning, too, if they listen closely enough. ]
That was quick.
[ And then as though on cue, there are sounds of movement, and of trudging about just beyond where they are. A little bit of that trademark zombie groaning, too, if they listen closely enough. ]
That was quick.
[ Tucker frowns, edging towards the doorway leading to the rest of the building. From just beyond comes a rasping, hacking cough, and Tucker hisses out a curse. ]
Fuck those fucking things.
This is our only out. We gotta risk it.
Fuck those fucking things.
This is our only out. We gotta risk it.
(( from here ))
[ It's not until she finally hears Beata's voice and sees her making her way over that a smile creeps onto Rhea's face (her resting bitchface is not to be trifled with). ]
Hey. Merry Christmas.
[ And that's when she notices the nose on Beata's sweater lighting up, and she has to stifle a laugh. ]
Nice sweater.
[ It's not until she finally hears Beata's voice and sees her making her way over that a smile creeps onto Rhea's face (her resting bitchface is not to be trifled with). ]
Hey. Merry Christmas.
[ And that's when she notices the nose on Beata's sweater lighting up, and she has to stifle a laugh. ]
Nice sweater.
You know I'll never say no to drinks.
[ She offers Beata an arm as they make way to the holiday spirits. Mostly because Rhea thinks Beata would fall over if she doesn't. ]
So, wait, you just--made a guy switch sweaters with you?
[ She spares a moment to glance around, and--sure enough, there is a dude over there wearing a sweater that looks way too small on him. ]
[ She offers Beata an arm as they make way to the holiday spirits. Mostly because Rhea thinks Beata would fall over if she doesn't. ]
So, wait, you just--made a guy switch sweaters with you?
[ She spares a moment to glance around, and--sure enough, there is a dude over there wearing a sweater that looks way too small on him. ]
I'm very persuasive when I want to be.
[ when they reach the table, she immediately grabs a cup and then inspects it to make sure there isn't anything already in it. never drink someone's leftovers unless you know them. ]
It's cute that they're already throwing parties. December has barely even started.
[ when they reach the table, she immediately grabs a cup and then inspects it to make sure there isn't anything already in it. never drink someone's leftovers unless you know them. ]
It's cute that they're already throwing parties. December has barely even started.
[ Better yet, don't drink someone's leftovers, Beata!! Love yourself. Rhea looks on skeptically. ]
Yeah, I can see that. But, hey, happy holidays, right? I don't know if I can do so many of these ugly sweater parties, though. I only own, like, one ugly sweater.
Yeah, I can see that. But, hey, happy holidays, right? I don't know if I can do so many of these ugly sweater parties, though. I only own, like, one ugly sweater.
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