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Wanna write, but dunno what I wanna write about... hn.

@~@ Bu-bu... how....? D:

Sound curfew? D: I never heard of that. Weirdest thing I ever heard of was that you couldn't have an organ at all. And the musical instrument, not your innards.

And if someone breaks in, offer them a bowl of cereal. Or a Snickers. They might be hungry.

Well, the benefits for being on your own:

• All the food to yourself (yes, ramen too)
• Singing/Gaming/Music as loud as you want
• Your choice in decoration
• No one will steal your stuff
• Come and go as you please
• And much needed alone time

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Kytheria nodded her head gradually to the question if she was from around here. She breathed out a sigh of relief when he slung his gun over his shoulder, lowering her hands and becoming more relaxed. Though she was still aware he could easily turn on her at any second, she could relax just a bit. She tucked her journal into her over-sized pockets, knowing full well she would have to be more on her toes from here on out.

The girl furrowed her brow with the logic of why military personal were no longer at the wall. She was about to open her mouth to say something when she heard a rustle in the bushes.

She turned as she heard the familiar gurgling, seeing a zombie close at hand. She raised her hand to the stranger to not use his gun, then reached for her crossbow. She turned the safety trigger off, and raised the hefty weapon to aim right at the head of the undead making its way towards them. It was a man with dark, decaying skin, raggedy jeans, and a red plaid shirt. Half of his face was gone and an eyeball dangled out of socket. Kytheria grimaced at the sight, still not used to the gory appearance of these creatures.

A breath escaped her lips as she aimed, steadying herself. She pulled the trigger, and the arrow zinged through the air. A splat, and the zombie convulsed as an arrow stuck out of the socket where his eye was dangling before. It toppled on the ground, and Kytheria merely reloaded her crossbow with her boot to make sure she was ready for another one.

"Noise attracts them," the young female said as she walked over to the zombie writhing on the ground, slowly dying. She placed her crossbow back in its holder on her back with the safety on and unsheathed her machete. "So does standing around in one place too long." There was a slice as blade ran through rotten flesh. Kytheria shuddered and turned her head away when the head rolled, being stopped by the arrow sticking out of its head. She pulled out a blood stained handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the blade off before putting the machete back in its holder.

She walked to the head, putting her boot on it and yanked the arrow out of the now dead undead. She casually as possible put it back in her quiver, then reached for her crossbow once more as she turned to the man. "I'm Kytheria. You can call me Kye if you want. Off we go... don't want to attract a horde now."

She kept her crossbow close, glancing around to get her bearings while pulling out a compass from around her neck. Turning to the right direction, she tucked the compass away and began to walk to her cabin. "Have you been to the wall recently?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at the man. She didn't want to be a bearer of bad news if she could help it.

The smell of smoke entered her nose. She flinched and wrinkled her nostils, covering her nose with her hands as the smell of rotting flesh and something with a foul musty smell entered her nose. "Ugh, do you smell that?" Her silver eyes looked around as she walked, not seeing smoke where she was at.

Well I'm trying to see your songs, but for some reason I can't see some of your Sound Cloud Recordings. ;~; Like, it just says "SOUND CLOUD" and I can't click on anything to hear it.

I did get to click on Heaven's Light. It gave me goosebumps. I really enjoyed listening to it, and those notes are hard to hit cause they slide down and up the scale so much.

Hopefully I can see your other works in the future. >~< Cause you sing nice.

Lol, that's an interesting profile picture there. xD Welcome to KHVs~

All I thought of when I saw this thread title was:

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The young woman swallowed a lump in her throat when she saw the barrel of a gun pointed right at her. Guns made her squeamish to begin with. They had the power to kill people, but so did her crossbow.

Kytheria saw her belongings being offered to her, and took them quickly. She assessed the situation quickly; the man had a rifle, the man was ready to shoot her, and he had his own game as well tied on his belt.

She instinctively kept her hands raised, even if the man wasn't aiming the deadly weapon at her. The tone of his voice and his domineer was rather ominous to her. She couldn't tell if he was bent on killing anyone in his path or if he kept moral code in this godforsaken world.

"I have one, back at my place," she said quietly, glancing at the rifle, then back at the man. "It doesn't work very well." She wasn't going to lie. She figured she was screwed either way if she did or didn't. She made a mental note to herself that if she lived through this, she wouldn't write while walking ever again. "I mostly walk to the wall, check on the patrols. There hasn't been any since the first week of November. Are you looking for someone?" she asked, holding onto her journal tightly with her hand.

Heyo! I just wanted to let you know that the Ooc and the RP are up for people to join and whatnot....

Heyo~ just wanted to let you know I posted the zombie Ooc and RP up if you're still interested. ^~^...

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Kytheria trudged through the forest, glancing around every so often to check her surroundings. It was unusually quiet, which meant a few things; danger was nearby or something was about to happen. She flexed her fingers on her crossbow, whistling lowly once as she made her way back to the cabin. She marked her way back with notches shaped in a star that crisscrossed over it on the trees, making sure that they always faced the east. She had a compass hanging off her neck, but sometimes other visual aid was helpful.

Kytheria stopped to strap her crossbow on her back with her quiver of arrows. She had checked her traps on the way back with some success and needed to document it. She had two cotton tail rabbits, a squirrel, and a possum hung around a belt of sorts around her waist. Kytheria had reset her traps, knowing that she needed to catch as much game as possible in order to survive through the winter. She was lucky to catch what she could; usually hibernation started about now. The young adult pulled out her worn notebook and began to scribble notes as she walked.

Two cotton tails, one squirrel, one possum in traps. Rest were empty. Not a lot of activity concerning the-

The young adult nearly tripped over a root and stumbled forward into a clearing. Journal and pen flew out of her hands and onto the ground in front of her. She caught herself, raising her arms up and readjusting her bow on her shoulder. "Son of a gun... I always forget about that one," she muttered.

Her silver eyes glanced up, only to stop. Fear stopped her breath for a moment as she stood there like a deer in the headlights. There before her was an older man; maybe in his thirties? Shaggy, tired looking., yet intimidating. He had a hatchet in a sheath, a rifle in hand, and a cold look in his eyes.

Kytheria felt her heart thudding heavily in her chest and the journal facedown on the ground was forgotten. It had been a while since she ran into another person. She had been rather cautious over all, knowing that these times make people into worse off monsters than the mindless, tortured souls.

She swallowed a lump down her throat, holding on to the strap that held her crossbow in place. "M-mor-..." Her voice was raspy and she had to clear her throat before she tried to speak. "Morning, stranger," she finally said. She felt herself taking a step back, being careful of that root that almost made her tumble in the first place. She must have looked a little crazy with small dead animals hanging off her belt along with a sheath that held a machete, leaves, pine needles, and twigs sticking out of her hair that was pulled in a high pony tail, mud smeared on her face, wearing a green hunting jacket that looked far too big for her, jeans ripped on one knee, and her tan hiking boots caked in mud.

Tis perfect. I'll add him to the roster.

I think it's good? Hm.

Let's put it this way; He's a fighter, what kind of nursing skills does he have? Basic first aid; patch wounds, treat shock, Heimlich maneuver, CPR, heat stroke, drowning, etc? Can he use a thread and needle to stitch something up? What about starting an IV, could he do that?

Handyman... Fix broken stuff and knows his tools. What about carpentry, too? Since in his bio you said he was in construction and renovations. Carpentry is a useful tool in the apocalypse; can help fortify a settlement, build shelters, and keep fences up and strong enough to keep out the monsters. He could have unusual strength too since that would build up his muscles, be helpful with heavy lifting and whatnot, plus endurance for hard labor and fighting.

Just some ideas. You can go ahead and start your first post, but I'm going to leave your character alone and not add it to the others if you still wanna shoot ideas back and forth to smooth it out.

On a different note, dang. Kytheria is like the youngest character so far. xD

Roleplay just opened up. Feel free to make a character and join in!

Don't be intimidated by the first post. I'll make mine shorter as we go along. I just wanted to put details in that would be useful and helpful for everyone else's first post.