Among all of the equipment and sports gear that lie around ready for common use on the playing field, there is a section squared off for another test that the faction has created for new members. It's simple enough - you're given a paintball gun with a silencer on it - this is important, because guns are too noisy to be fired out in the open field, even if it's still protected by the electrified fence. It might attracted too much unwanted attention.
A crudely made mechanical device pops up cardboard cut outs of what looks like were once poster advertisements of various people. There's a busty woman smoking a cigarette and leaning on something that might have been a car. There's a young man in jeans that hang too low, trying to look like James Dean in a black and white photo. There are several of these cardboard people, most of which are only from the midsection up, that pop up at random times like Whack a Moles. Interspersed between them are similar cutouts - except these have been altered. The skin has been colored to green, eyes have been blackened or reddened, and blood seems to have been drawn everywhere. These are the infected. It's your job to shoot them. And only them.
The test isn't necessarily a chance to practice your shooting skills - it's meant to test your ability to make quick decisions, and a crude attempt to lesson friendly fire casualties. The cutouts pop up fast, and at random, making for a hectic challenge; so it's also a stress test.
Step One: Roll 6d6 in one NON-RP post. Each dice is considered one cutout, in the exact order they are rolled. Even means it was a human, odd means it was a zombie.
Step Two: In your next post, roll 6d6 again. Each dice is considered the shot for the cutouts in your first roll. The first dice tells you whether you hit the first cutout, and so on. Even means you shot it, odd means you did not shoot. -You must roleplay each cutout individually, although you may do them all in this one post. Just describing what you hit is enough. -This post in total must be a minimum of 300 words.
Example: -I roll 6d6 and get 5, 6, 3, 1, 5. This means I have a zombie, a human, a zombie, a zombie, and a zombie, in that order. -I roll 6d6 again, and get 6, 3, 5, 1, 2. This means I hit a zombie, I did not fire at a human, I did not fire at a zombie, I did not fire at a zombie, I hit a zombie.
IC Modifiers: -Your character might be wary about shooting anything (This is your roleplay choice based on your character). If so, you are allowed to choose to change one of your six shots to a no-shot, each time you do this exercise. -Your character might be trigger happy (This is your roleplay choice based on your character). If so, you are allowed to choose to change one of your six shots to a hit, each time you do this exercise. -You may not do BOTH of these each time. Just one. -You may choose to do neither. -The choices you make do affect your end score.
Rewards: For every zombie you hit, you get 1 bar. For every human you did not shoot, you get 1 bar. For every human you hit, you lose 1 bar. You cannot get negative numbers, so if your third shot hits a human and you are at 0, you remain at zero. You may do this once a day.
Human = Miss Zombie = Hit Human = Miss Human = Miss Human = Miss Zombie = Hit
Maria walked with the small group to the playing field, a little green on the cheeks as she thought about her upcoming task. She had avoided this for awhile, choosing instead to hide in the medical ward. However, everyone needed to be tested, and so she was inevitably hunted down and dragged with a group of stragglers to firing range.
She was nervous because it involved shooting paintballs at targets, in an effort to see who would make a good scavenger and who would be better suited far away from heavy arms.
Rubbing her face a bit as she listened to the instructions, the girl eyed the field as cardboard cutouts popped up, some looking human and others looking inhuman.
After the demo was done, a few stepped up and took their turn, and it seemed that the popups were fast. She stayed near the end of the line, watching and growing a bit nervous. However, she remembered her need to prove herself, and so as it got closer to her turn, she felt her nerves fade away to something else.
Instead of thinking about anything more, she turned to another close by and send a half smile.
"Trying to get out beyond the gate?"
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Character's name: Maria Giorgi Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Maria is pretty plain, but has a nice smile. She has straight, dark brown hair and blue-green eyes, as well as a dusting of freckles from playing outside too much when she was younger. She is on the shorter side of average, but only just so, and doesn't wear too flashy of clothing.
"Not likely!" Sylvi snorted, grinning wryly at the other woman. Aptitude testing for shooting was a neccessity, but not one she particularly relished beyond its purpose; having a good handle on firearms would come in handy, she was sure, at least if all the zombie flicks were anything to go by. That didn't mean she had to enjoy it.
"Nah, I'm quite fine staying here." She nodded, punctuating her own words. "What about you? Looking to adventure?"
Not that she could imagine many people were, in their current situation. The undying rising up kind of took the fun out of things, at least as far as she was concerned.
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Character's name: Sylvi Ravnholt Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Toned and athletic without being super buff, 177cm tall, wider than average hips, small to medium boobs. More bottom heavy than top heavy. reference
Elyessi
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 7:21 am
5, 6, 5, 3, 5, 2
Human = Miss Zombie = Hit Human = Miss Human = Miss Human = Miss Zombie = Hit
Nodding, Maria agreed silently with the idea of staying behind and in safety. It wasn't the most comfortable place, but she couldn't imagine anywhere else making her feel the way she did. Even the howlers didn't make her worry, because she trusted the walls she hid behind.
"Well, I'm not looking to get killed, so if I ever have to face adventure, I know I need to know something...I guess I've just been dragging my feet a bit."
She let out a nervous laugh before the instructor walked up and all but shoved the paintball gun into her hands. Giving minimal instruction, he pushed the girl forward, and Maria sent a bit of an eye roll toward Sylvi.
Stepping up, she let her shoulders relax as the leader barked at her to get started, and her shaking hand was pulled up as she closed one eye and focused. Green is bad, white is good. Red means hit, clean means stop.
In a rush, she let out a breath and just shot, seeing her strikes hit and not aware of what was good and what wasn't. More than once, she struck toward a human, and at the last second tried to move her paintball gun away with hopes that she might miss.
Odds were, this was no Men in Black trick test.
As she heard the last cutout drop, she let her gun fall with shaking hands. The cutouts all popped up at once to show how she did, and Maria quickly studied them.
First one was a human, and she was happy to say she missed it if by a little hair.
The second one was a zombie, and she seemed to hit it near the shoulder.
The next was another human, and another miss.
And another human. She was a bit meek to notice she had still shot at them, but missed them as well.
The last human was also a miss, but this was the closest yet. She saw her paintball lodged near the ear.
And finally, a zombie, and this one was right in the chest.
No headshots, but she did some damage. Grinning at the instructor, she bounced back toward Sylvi and gave the girl a nod.
"It's not too bad...good luck!"
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Character's name: Maria Giorgi Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Maria is pretty plain, but has a nice smile. She has straight, dark brown hair and blue-green eyes, as well as a dusting of freckles from playing outside too much when she was younger. She is on the shorter side of average, but only just so, and doesn't wear too flashy of clothing.
Humming in agreement, Sylvi sent the other woman an encouraging smile as a paintball gun was shoved into her hands. Her reasons had sounded much like her own, and she hoped the brunette would be able to survive whatever adventure came her way. The way things had gone, it was unlikely any of them would be able to avoid it entirely.
And then she relaxed her stance, watching as the other woman completely nailed it. Running her eyes over the targets once the brunette had finished, she let out a low whistle, impressed. "That was some ace judgment!" She'd tried keeping track of the targets as well, and Sylvi knew there were a few of the humans she'd have fired at.
Well, now was her chance. "Thanks," she nodded to the other woman with a wry grin, taking the paintball gun and moving to the spot that she'd vacated.
She had a moment to get ready and then the targets were coming up.
The first one looked like a zombie, but she'd pressed the trigger before even being certain - sheer reaction, and then that one was going down and a new one coming up.
Another zombie; the first shot had been nerves, but the second was more calculated. She felt surer this time, more aware, and the shot hit the cardboard cutout nicely in the chest.
The third was a zombie as well and this time she recognized the signs quickly, shooting it neatly out of reflex.
The next one was a human and she almost shot before realising it; thankfully she held herself back at the last moment and didn't.
The one after that was a zombie - okay, s**t, so it wasn't, Sylvi realised as she stared at the decidedly human target now with a blob of paint on it. Ah.
There wasn't time to ruminate on her error though, as the last target came up and a quick look over it assured her that it was human.
The instructor announced that she was done, and all the targets came up. She'd... done okay, actually, only one wrong shot. "That wasn't so bad," she announced to no-one in particular, grinning a bit and slowly relaxing the tension in her body.
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Character's name: Sylvi Ravnholt Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Toned and athletic without being super buff, 177cm tall, wider than average hips, small to medium boobs. More bottom heavy than top heavy. reference
Elyessi
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 9:08 am
"That was pretty great! You nearly got all targets!"
Maria said with a grin and a nod as Sylvi moved away from the field and the last few people took their shot. Shifting a bit, she waited until the instructor complemented them on their work, as well as shook his head at those who didn't have quite the same judgement or aiming skills. Feeling slightly more confident, she rubbed her hands.
"At least I know I can, somewhat, aim when I'm out there...although they say the head is the best place to hit."
It seemed morbid she was talking about this, but unfortunately, that is how they lived.
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Character's name: Maria Giorgi Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Maria is pretty plain, but has a nice smile. She has straight, dark brown hair and blue-green eyes, as well as a dusting of freckles from playing outside too much when she was younger. She is on the shorter side of average, but only just so, and doesn't wear too flashy of clothing.
"Yeah that sounds about right, but hey, a shot somewhere would still slow them down, right? Recoil or something?" Sylvi shrugged, smiled, "I don't know honestly, all my knowledge of situations like this come from TV or movies. Probably not the best metric to go by."
Gently bumping her shoulder against Maria's, she grinned, "I reckon you're right though, we did pretty damn good out there! Any zombie killing squad would be thrilled to have us."
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Character's name: Sylvi Ravnholt Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Toned and athletic without being super buff, 177cm tall, wider than average hips, small to medium boobs. More bottom heavy than top heavy. reference
Elyessi
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 11:57 am
"Same here, I guess if we get picked for going outside of the compound, they will let us know the right way to fight...or I hope so..."
She rubbed her face and grinned back, "Give me a gun and some distance, and I'll make sure no one gets through!" It was a bit of a laugh, but she was feeling confident and ready to go after one session. In her mind, she could do anything, and she all but bounced around at the rush she was getting.
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Character's name: Maria Giorgi Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Maria is pretty plain, but has a nice smile. She has straight, dark brown hair and blue-green eyes, as well as a dusting of freckles from playing outside too much when she was younger. She is on the shorter side of average, but only just so, and doesn't wear too flashy of clothing.
He lay there with his paw over his eyes, and heard the swish of clothing as the other male left. He didn't move for a long time, but when he finally did, he slowly got up, and limped back to his den. There, he fumed, and let his anger and hate build in him. This wouldn't be the last that Tuxedo Mask or Bianca heard from him, but he would wait and plan out his next move. For now, he would be content that he had at least gained a small trophy, the cape, and soon fell asleep thinking and scheming of things to come.
Bianca
The sun's bright rays trickled through the branches above her. A slight breeze blew her hair, tickling her nose, waking her from a nap. It had been almost a week now that she had seen him. She had almost forgotten his smell, but something had stirred in her with the breeze. Could it be? She rose from her resting spot, and shook the sand from her fur. She looked around for a sign of him, scenting the air to try and catch it again. Was she crazy for believing he might have followed her? Was she just fooling herself? Then she saw it. The cape stuck on a tree branch, blowing in the wind. She got up and flew over to it, gently picking it from the branch with her teeth, landing again in the sand below. 'This definitely belongs to him...' she thought. She could really smell his scent now, along with another's that seemed faintly familiar. Perhaps it was Zaine's? But what did that mean? Was he nearby? Tuxedo? or Zaine? She began to worry now.
Tuxedo Mask
Tuxedo Mask sat there over night and day, waiting, until his patience grew old and the days seemed too long. He didn't know if she would come back. Maybe she was angry at him for not returning sooner and left for a new place, not wanting to be found? He hadn't really spoken with her much on the fight, maybe that had upset her. No no.. she didn't seem upset by the end of it. Shaking his head he got up and flew up high into the clouds above her home. He left the wind take him in a direction and if that failed he would try another way. He circled around when that led him no where he wanted to be and flew in the direction of the last confrontation with Zaine. Maybe she went looking for him? He swooped down low to survey the area and again found no sight of her and luckily not a hair of him. He flew on this time lower to the ground and lower still until he landed to continue on by foot. The land was alive on this nice day with all sorts of noises. He stopped now and then to sniff the air and listen for anything. Right before passing a bush that lead out to the sands he caught a faint scent. Leaping out he ran over the yellow ground kicking up sand and no doubt getting some of it in his gloves.
Bianca
She smelled the air again, and looked around worried. There wasn't a sign of any other taes. She seemed to be alone for now. She took the cape, and flew up to a rock where she liked to sunbathe, and lay down, piling it into a ball. She rested her head on it, drinking in the smell of Tuxedo Mask. Why did she miss him so? She had only known him for a day, but he had saved her once, if not twice in that short span of time. Why had he left? She just couldn't comprehend. She wondered where he had gone, but what good would it do her to sit there and wonder and torment herself. He was gone, and had moved on. Maybe that's what she should do. What was she doing here still? In the back of her mind, she knew the answer to her own question. She still had some hope that he might find her, or that she might find him.
Tuxedo Mask
He hoped the scent wasn't too old but in the open is was hard to keep hold of it in an area like this. The wind was a little stronger here and the scent was coming to him in bursts. He kept running until he saw pink and black in the distance up above the sand. He slowed down once he drew closer, panting slightly. His hair was tussled and his mask was a little crooked. Looking up again he saw pink hair floating like it's own silky cloud and it was calling to him. He lept up the rock side with a little help from his wings. There she was a picture against the background and for a moment he couldn't find anything to say. He didn't even notice the bit of red lining peeking below her head. Composing himself he moved closer "Bianca" he spoke in a quiet cool tone. He stood staring hoping he didn't receive a bad reception.
Bianca
She heard her name, jolting her from her thoughts, causing her to jump at the sudden sound. That voice... she looked in the direction it had came. "Tuxedo..wha-- how-- are you okay?" was all she could manage to blubber. Her mind was racing with thoughts but all that came out was that? How silly she must sound. He stood there, looking a bit of a mess.
Tuxedo Mask
He actually jumped himself from startling her. He chuckled and nodded his head, sitting down on the rock with her. "I'm glad to see you are alright." he commented passing her question. He wasn't sure he could tell her the truth as he honestly didn't know. He was fine physically at least. His tail curled around to drape beside his paws."Have I upset you?" he asked upon noticing she seemed flustered.
Bianca
She pushed herself up to a sitting position, curling her tail around her and folding her wings behind her. "Alright...isn't the best word to describe how I am, but it will do." She said. She really didn't know how to express what she felt. She turned to look at him, their eyes meeting briefly and she quickly looked away, embarrassed. She felt a fluttering feeling in her stomach. She thought about his question "Upset? Yes. I was upset when I woke and you weren't there, but I assume you have your reasons for leaving. I was upset when you never came back, or let me know where you had gone. I was upset when the rose you gave me died and floated downstream. I was upset when I thought..." she paused to catch her breath...tears now streaming down her face. "I was upset when I thought I would never see you again." She said, lifting her eyes to his again.
Tuxedo Mask
He would have left her words at that not wanting to press her further about it. Then it spilled out and TM felt small. She had a right to be mad at him. He hadn't really thought things out which wasn't completely like him. He was usually thorough and on top of things. When he met her it was like that part of him flipped in reverse and he was a nervous unthinking oaf. In the end he could only apologize for the way he upset her. "I'm truly sorry." He could imagine little cracks in his heart forming seeing the hurt and stress he caused for her. He moved closer and nuzzled softly against her cheek. "I couldn't stay away forever.."
Bianca
Her heart melted at the touch of him against her. She felt foolish now in light of things. She should have waited in her den instead of running away. "I'm sorry too." she said, nuzzling him back. "I shouldn't have ran away like I did. I'm so happy you found me though. I feel so safe when you're around." She pulled away enough that she could see his eyes again. She leaned forward, and gently licked his lips. "You've stolen my heart, Tuxedo Mask." she whispered
Tuxedo Mask
He held his face lightly pressed against hers not wanting to be the one to pull away. "You were worried and it's understandable." When her head moved so did his, looking down into the golden depths peering back at him. He couldn't hide a smile if he wanted to. "And you with mine Bianca." he whispered back pressing his nose against hers. His tail flicked and curled around the pink and gold fluff of hers. He hadn't admitted it to himself. He did love her as crazy as it might sound to some.
Bianca
She cherished the moment as they sat together, reunited again. Fate had brought them together twice now. She couldn't believe the feelings she was experiencing. Love? So soon? Was she crazy or was this real? All she knew was that whatever it was, she liked it. And didn't want to let go. The sun was beginning to set as a light breeze blew over them. She rested against his side, staring out over the water, their tails entwined. She sighed, a happy sound and closed her eyes. "What happens next?" she asked him.
Tuxedo Mask
He shifted a little while staying close to her so he could look out at the scenery. Though the best sight was sitting beside him. He kept looking down at her and softly nuzzled along the top of her head. There her scent intoxicated him further as his face brushed into that beautiful pink hair. His eyes had closed as well when they were lulled into the peaceful silence. "We shall see when it comes."
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