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"Of course. I wouldn't expect it to work twice on someone." Rhea removed her socks and shoes as Jensen climbed into the ring. She cricked her neck, smiling. "Interesting way to show you like a girl." She proceeded to crack her knuckles, and then stretching. "I have to say, I've had worse dates." "Nice to know, Rhea. But who said this was a date?" "Don't flatter yourself. I've had better, too." She went into s defensive stance, her fists up and ready to take Jensen on. "Well come on then, big boy. Lets have some fun." Jensen threw a few punches, strutting his stuff. "You sure talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?" "Ready or not, here I come." Rhea moved at him, and he swung at her, his gloved indeed weighing him down. But, thanks to the weights, Rhea knew he'd pack twice the punch. She ducked under his arm, and jutted her open palm up under his chin, to knock him up and over. He moved his head back, and Rhea took the opportunity to flip back over her hands to get away. "Nice." Jensen said, charging at her. "Yeah yeah." Rhea lashed out with her foot, though he was fast. He knocked her leg up, to get her off balance. Unfortunately for him, she used her leg to come down, bringing her other leg to the side of his head. He was able to move fast enough to avoid the full brunt of the blow, but he raised his gloves to protect himself from Rhea as she let loose with a fury of blows at his head. So focused was he on Rhea attacking him from above that he almost missed the knee to the groin. He blocked her attack, leaving his face wide open for a sucker punch. As he reeled from the blow, Rhea spun around and delivered a devastating kick to his chest. Any normal person would have fallen back and let it be a knock out, but he just got right back up and got ready for more. "Looks like you have better moves than I thought." "Or you're boring me." Rhea retorted as Jensen began his own counter attack. He machine gun punched into the air, Rhea having to move quickly to avoid his furious movements. Rhea jabbed her foot out to get him off balance, though it was almost at if they were simply trying out some dance moves. He moved his feet in a way that she just couldn't catch him, though he was not letting up with his punches either at the same time. Whirling up onto her hands, she spread her legs straight out and spun to get him to back off. Pushing off the ring mat she landed on her feet, fists at the ready and launching at Jensen. With her legs, she kicked out repeatedly, he blocking her blows well enough that she wasn't able to land a hit on him. Then she saw an opening, a wide open place to aim another punch. A deliberate opening. She took it, and Jensen went down hard. "I'm done." Rhea replied disgustedly. "This isn't worth my time anymore when you let me hit you like that. Violence may be foreplay for you with people you like, but it's not for me with those I lose respect for. "We're not done with our little spar." Jensen flew at her with an unrelenting speed, and Rhea only stepped out of his way, her fist flying up to meet his face. In her blow, Jensen knew all he needed to and stayed down as Rhea spoke. "This is boring. You want to impress me? Then actually fight." Rhea's upper lip curled as she looked down at him, her green and red eyes angry and disappointed. "Come at me again when we can have an actual match. I'm not going to hurt you just because you want me to." Rhea stomped off, taking her shoes and socks with her.

Rhea made her way around the school, asking students here and there in the halls for directions to the Garden. Finally, after the fourth time asking, she found someone who knew about it. Excited about seeing the garden, she quickly headed torward it, to find a serene sight. The sun was still high, and the plants rustled in a soft breeze, ruffling her hair. The many flowers and herbs filled her nostrils with a sense of heaven. Wandering in, she loved the small rose bush maze, Though it was only up to her waist. the many different colored blooms made her smile, until she came across a kind of covered trellis, and in the center was a gigantic flower bud, far bigger than anything in it should have been for any plant of this world. Closed, like it was, it resembled a beautiful jasmine flower just before bloom. It about the size of a miniature refridgerator. Behind her, she turned around to find thorny vines blocking her way. "I was wondering when you'd show up... Mom. Thank you for the invitation to see you. Roses are never that potently scented unless they have help." The bud behind her began to part its petals, revealing the upper torso with a body to send even Rhea running for her money. She was nufe, with leaves covering the nipples of her breasts. She had a definite green tince to her skin, though it appears her lips and upper eyelids were flushed with a deeper green. Her hair was the same color as Rheas, though appeared to have small vines and flowers in it. She smiled as she spoke, her voice as sweet as honey and filled with enough poison to kill an elephant. "It's so nice to see my lovely baby become such a beautiful young lady." She remained in her pot, her eyes locked on her daughter. The flowers and plants seemed to move, twisting and anxious. "I'm so sorry to just drop in on you like this. How rude of me." "Mother, it's our first meeting!" Rhea took a few steps forward, sure that her mother had something else in store for Rhea other than killing her. "I forgive you. I really can't fault you for doing so, isn't that how is usually goes during a reuniting of mother and child after years of separation? Especially given our circumstances." Rhea and her mother chuckled together, sizing one another up. "How wonderful of of you to visit. I wish I had had more time to prepare. I could have made tea." "Well, I'm afraid this visit would have been far, far to short, so it is good that you weren't bothered to do so." Rhea made a showy display in indifference, and cocked her head. "Now then, Mother, I know you didn't just come to see me and be off. To what do I owe this honor of your most esteemed visit?" Her mother began to look at her green nails, perfectly manicured and flawless. "I have come with a warning, my child. Beware the world outside of the school. It may be a sanctuary beyond measure, but as you can seem going outside is another matter entirely. I believe that my own presence here is proof enough of that. There won't be any problems while you are here inside the grounds of the school, I will see to that." "Planning your assault on the school with your little friends, Mother? And wanting first cracks?" Her mother held up her hand, laughing snidely. "Now, now. Don't be silly, baby cakes. One of my dearest and sweetest of children is rooming here within these halls. I am only protecting my sweet, innocent child." Her mother's eyes gleamed maliciously, showing far more of her plans than she was willing to let on. But, as far as Rhea could tell, she enjoyed this game she was playing. "Protecting me, huh? How motherly." Rhea was growing impatient with her mother, this was almost useless. "I'm sorry that your visit had to be so short, Mother. I am so thankful for your visit, but I'm afraid that you must be going." Rhea grinned and grasped the rose in her hair, and she felt her power surge. A smiled spread across her Mother's face. "But as far as I'm concerned, this will be fun. But, I have already picked the side I'll be taking. Good-bye, Mother. And we must have a chat over tea next time." Rhea swung the rose in mid air, and it lengthened to long, thin, green thorned whip. She slashed it through the air, slicing the gazebo apart as well as the image of her mother. "Do not worry, my child. For I am always watching over you. And I so agree. Farewell for now, my lovely child. We'll be seeing each other far sooner than you might hope for." Her mother laughed as her voice faded away. "And I look forward to it." Rhea commented. Looking back up into the windows of the school, she could see Jensen watching her. Quickly, he opened the window and jumped out, carrying a violin and bow with him. "Care to discuss what that was all about with the rest of the class?" "It was nothing, really. Just family time." She smirked at him, and walked up to him, her defiant expression catching him off guard. "I'll see you later. I have a report to make to Christopher about my wonderful visit from my Mother and complain about how she couldn't stay longer. If you've been having visits, too, might I suggest you come with me?"

Rhea sat across from Asher, and had decided to be merciful to him so he could actually look at her. She'd closed off her robes as so to hide her lovelies. They had managed to acquire a cheesecake and two spoons and were sharing it while chatting. "Nothing quite beats a good cheesecake. I'm surprised it's this good, considering that it's school food." "It's not so bad. Then again, I like cheesecake." "Me, too." Rhea dipped her spoon into the cheesecake again, and savored it. "So, Rhea, what do you do for a living? I mean, I overheard you talking in the classroom before the fight." Rhea shrugged. "Eh, I do what I have to to get by. I was a daytime gardener for some rich folks in New York, until recently. At night, well, I was a phone sex operator." The casual tone she took caused Asher to nearly choke on his bite of cheesecake. He stared at her wide eyed and brow furrowed. "Phone sex operator?" "What's the matter, never heard of it?" She laughed and took another bite. "Trust me, it's far more dirty than you might think. A few weeks ago there was a guy who wanted me to roleplay not having sex with him, but his dog." Rhea grimanced and shivered. "Ugh... that was the only phone call ever that made me need to take a shower afterward." "Wow... that's disgusting." Asher laughed. "How can you do that kind of thing?" He took another bite of the cheesecake. "I mean, I'm sure there were other calls just as bad." "Eh, I can roll with the punches." Rhea looked around, noticing that Jensen hadn't joined them. "I wonder where Jensen went off to..." "I have no idea. But, he'll catch up when he wants to. In the meantime, I think I'll go explore some of the school." "And I'll go ahead and change. I have plans to hang out with Alice tonight. It seems to me she could use some friends here. She's a nice girl, and probably lonely." Rhea closed her eyes and sighed, finishing off the cheesecake. "But that's something we all experience fro time to time." "True. So, I'll see you tonight around dinner time?" "Sure. See ya later." As Asher walked off, Rhea crossed her arms and sighed. "I wonder what Alice is doing..." She stood up and proceeded to her room, wondering what she was going to wear. Then she laughed, and though of how ridiculous it was to even think of that. Naturally, she would wear another school uniform. Perhaps a green bra this time... Rhea came to her room, and opened the door. The furniture was sparse, though at least comfortable. If Rhea had to guess, all of the students here at the school now had a new and more permanent home. On the desk supplied to her was a single red rose filling the room with a sweet, sweet aroma. Throwing her clothes into a hamper, she then walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She stepped in, and breathed deep of the steam. The scent of roses filled the shower still, much to her relief. She loved roses, though it was no surprise that the one on her desk was special. It never wilted, despite having been severed from its bush since before she could remember. Most flowers wilted and died in a matter of days, but this one still looked to be freshly plucked and always smelling wonderful. She'd known the rose was special, though until just a few days ago she'd never known just how special. Her shower felt wonderful after those wet clothes, though she was sure she'd never become sick from the wet clothes she'd been wearing. She never seemed to become ill, and many natural toxins botanical in nature never affected her in the slightest. But, being the daughter of a demonic plant would do that, she supposed. Shrugging, she began to blow dry and brush her hair. Being so naturally curly, it was more like steel wool than silk. When finished, she tucked the rose in her hair over her ear and then walked out of the room. She was going to see if the school had a garden.

Rhea walked alongside Asher, with Jensen tagging along behind her. She made no attempt to hide her voluptuous body, she wasn't showing anything lewd. But, working as a phone sex operator she was quite comfortable with herself sexually. She noted Alice and Takeo walking off together, and made a mental note to ask her about the two later. "So, Rhea... uh... Aren't you cold? I mean, wet clothes and all..." Asher glanced down at her breasts, and his cheeks reddened and he looked away. "Not really. I could go for a snack before heading back to my room." "What, do you have some flowers to prune? Or some girl on girl with Alice?" Jensen asked, and Rhea only flashed him a smile. "Asher, maybe you'd like to have dinner with me. I'd ask Jensen to join us, but he'll probably have to nurse his bruises later." "Huh? Bruises? I don't have a scratch on me." Rhea turned around, smiling. "Uh-huh. Bruises." Rhea grasped his shirt collar and slammed him against the wall, pressing her body against his. His eyes looked down to the white lacy bra she was wearing, and her ample bussom was quite the eye catcher. "I take it you like what you see? I know they're nice, but my eyes are up here." "These feel a little stiff. Are they real?" he asked her, smirking down at her breasts and then looked at her in the eyes. "Mmmmm muscle. I like that. Too bad for you, stud muffin, that these are all natural." In the blink of an eye she took his legs out from under him with a swift kick into his shin and caused him to slam hard into the floor, his head making a loud thud. "Like I said, bruises." Smiling down and winking at Jensen she turned and then looped her arm around Asher's and led him off to the kitchen, leaving Jensen to rub his shin and the back of his head. "Spar with me anytime, Jensen. Just keep that mouth of yours in check." "Wow... what a woman..." He smiled, and followed behind them to the cafeteria. "And to think that was just being playful."

OOC: Just for that, Inu... Rhea had seen Alice dodge across the room over to the chalkboard thanks to the warning she gave. Of course, the real show stopper was her accident. The water pouring down about her now reeked, as was typical of pressurized sprinkler systems. Alice simply stood there, numb and dumb. She really hadn't anticipated this. The tiled floor was now slick with water, and it didn't help matters much she was soaked to the bone. Her hair hung in wet clumps of bright fiery red hair. Sadly though, she was wearing a white shirt with her uniform, and her robes hung open, revealing her white lacy bra under it. White shirts, as everyone knows, become see-through when wet. "Well. An impromptu peep show. I didn't think I'd be doing that when I woke up this morning..." she commented. She wasn't really angry, accidents happened. But Alice was just standing there as a hobgoblin raised its claws to strike her down. "Alice! Move!" Rhea shouted above the noise in the classroom. Alice turned to see the claws raking the air at her, and Rhea managed to grab her wrist to pull her out of the way. "Don't leave yourself open like that. It's just asking for trouble." She smiled at Alice, and noted she was in the same boat with her wardrobe. "Nice bra. I didn't think you were into purple." Rhea winked at her. "Excuse me?" Alice looked down, and her face paled. "Then again," Rhea continued, "Don't be shy, honey. If you got it, flaunt it." Alice looked up, her seven shades of white becoming a color almost identical to that of a tomato. She moved to cover herself, but Rhea only pulled her up. "No time for that, we have a fight to finish." Alice nodded, and focused again on the hobgoblins, her face returning to its normal color. She and Rhea took a flying leap, and the two kicked out to land a double kick square in the chest of a hobgoblin finally returning to its senses. Modesty could come later. After all, it wasn't like they were showing off any more skin than a bikini would. "You ready for round two?" Rhea asked, smiling. "Foreplay is over... Let's get serious." OOC: See what happens when you don't think? Now we're giving all the boys guesses at our measurements.

"A big brute like him? Doesn't surprise me." "Someone please help me!" Alice yelled, and Rhea turned to look over in her direction. So distracted had she been by her own fighting and then Asher and Jensen that she hadn't seen what was going on with her. "Alice!" On a split second decision, Rhea shouted, "Jensen! Launch me!" Holding out his arm, Rhea grasped it firmly in her hands and she pivoted on his arm to get the best momentum to push off from it, and he spun to give her more. With all his might and some pushing away on Rhea's behalf, she rocketed at the hobgoblin tearing at Alice's arms. Flipping around in midair, she landed feet first against the hobgoblin's head. The impact sent the hobgoblin into the classroom wall, crushing its skull with the force of her heels. But, the job to save Alice was done, and Rhea helped her to her feet. "You know, getting killed on our first day of class would be just so lame." "Yeah..." Alice panted, her eyes narrowed, and her attention focused on even more hobgoblins coming at them. "Rhea? Our teacher is insane." "Never have better words been spoken. But hey, at least it keeps things interesting. Come on, let's do this." Alice charged at a hobgoblin, Rhea right behind her. While Alice tackled one, Rhea tackled another. Rhea could feel the rush of adrenaline, and the excitement of the fight in her fellow students. "Alice! Tag team!" "Right!" Alice reached out and grabbed one of the hobgoblins, spun around, and flung it to Rhea. In response, Rhea grasped the wrist of another hobgoblin and raised it up and at the flying hobgoblin. The force of them colliding was much louder than Rhea had thought it would be. Alice smiled, and exclaimed, "We did it!" So excited was she that she didn't notice the hobgoblin ready to attack her from behind. "Alice, duck!" Looking confused, she watched Rhea jump up and grasp a hallogen light fixture and rip it from the ceiling to swing it at her. Eyes wide, Alice ducked, and there was quite the satisfying (and rather surprising) GONG! sound as the fixture slammed into the creature's head. Rhea smirked, and then covered Alice while she stood up. "Rhea? I think we're surrounded..." she said, and backed up against the wall. Turning to peer at the hobgoblins, Rhea could hear them laughing, sounding like children suffering from severe cases of mental retardation. "I think they have the upper hand, Alice. Maybe we should give up." Rhea said, and smiled, raising her hands in the air. Alice cocked her head. "Why should we? They just think they are tough, picking on girls." Rhea laughed, and reached out to grab one. "Well, if that's how you feel..." Up and over the hobgoblin went, Rhea smashing it hard enough into the wall to crack it. "Just how many of these things do we have to fight?" she wondered aloud. "Too many," came Kaiel's voice. She was still kicking out at any hobgoblin so foolish as to approach her. Rhea tossed one more at her for humorous effect, and she sent it hurtling at the chalkboard. "Ready for take-off!" Rhea cried out, jumping up onto the shoulders of a hobgoblin. Rapidly shifting her weight backwards, she placed her finely manicured hands onto the floor and sent the hobgoblin flying. "Blast off!" Alice responded with a roundhouse kick, altering its course in midair and sending it into the chalkboard as well. "Party time!"

Rhea looked on over the students. Alice wasn't much of a talker, though at least Rhea had gotten her to smile. Takeo seemed lost in his thoughts, absently tapping his fingers. She watched him do so until she poked him in the shoulder. "Who's the girl with the blue hair?" she asked him. "She said her name was Kaiel, and it's her brother teaching us." "Her brother, huh? Well, maybe she'll be getting easy A's." Takeo smiled, and nodded his head. "Maybe... though he seems to be the type to not show favoritism." "Bah, humbug. They're family. Of course he will." Rhea smiled and turned to face the girl, who was watching her closely. "So, you're the teacher's little sister? It must be nice to have family you can count on." "Yes, it is. Don't you have any family?" "No." Rhea answered flatly. "No one ever bothered to take me in, at least for long. I was shuffled around foster home to foster home until I was emancipated. It's been just me on my own since I was sixteen." Rhea gave a half smile."But, that suits me just fine. If there isn't a place for me, then I'll just have to make one." Kaiel's eyebrow raised. "On your own, eh? Isn't it kind of lonely for you?" "It can be. But, that's my problem, and I'll deal with that. Besides, I can always make new friends. Being here though is a new experience and one that seems like it might get boring." Rhea giggled and leaned forward. "But we have a few cuties in this class, so it's not all bad." At Rhea's comment, Alice visibly blushed, looking down at her desk. Rhea laughed, and then whispered to her, "Try not to be too shy, sweetie. I'm sure you'll think someone here's cute, too." "What?! No!" Alice responded, her entire face as red as a tomato. Showing mercy, Rhea called to the teacher. "Excuse me, teacher? Are the introductions done? Can we get started?"

Running through the halls of the school, Rhea was out of breath and desperate to not make herself any later than she already was. Bursting through the door to the classroom, she panted to catch her breath. Bent over and holding her knees, she gasped, "Sorry! So sorry I'm late!" "Miss Tallows... So good of you to join us. Being that this is the first day of class, I'll be forgiving. Since we're introducing ourselves, why don't you be next and then take your seat?" "Sure... Just a second to catch my breath... please..." Propping herself against a nearby desk, she flashed a million dollar grin. Once composed a few seconds later she turned look at her fellow classmates. "I'm Rhea Tallows... I'm twenty two, and I enjoy long walks on the beach, fine wines, fine foods, good friends, gardening, and poking dead things with a stick." She could see the other students, like her, displayed unusual hair colors and eyes. Right now they were staring at her blankly, her joke had apparently caught them off-guard. "I hope we can all get along. It's nice to meet all of you." She walked back and took a seat near a boy who had rather spiky hair and teal colored eyes, and a girl who had rather thick glasses and fancy pigtails. Rhea was content to watch the other students for now, though she wasn't quite sure what to do about being in Demonology 101. It wasn't exactly something she had planned for. After all, who knew she was the daughter of some demon plant? Things were moving so quickly around her, she just wanted the world to stop spinning so she could get her bearings on life and deal with it. Her uniform at least showed off her best features... her legs. Looking over at the boy and girl she was sitting next to, she smiled at them. "Hi, there. What's your names?" "Takeo." the boy replied, looking her over. "You're really pretty..." "Thank you." Looking over to the girl with the glasses, Rhea asked, "And your name?" "Alice." Taken aback by the German accent, Rhea blinked. "You're definitely not from around here, are you?" "Germany is where I am from, though it is not my home." Alice looked down at her desk, her depression heavily weighing on her. "Then where is your home?" Rhea asked, though not as delicately as she might have wanted to put it, judging from the expression on the girl's face. Feeling like a douche, Rhea bit her lip. "Sorry I asked." "No. It is fine. My home... I am to guess that it is here at Cross Academy now." Taking a deep breath, Rhea smiled and reached out pulling a very surprised Alice to her in a one-armed embrace around the shoulders. "That's it! I've decided. We're going to have a sleepover tonight. We're going to be friends!"

I hope it's not too late to join. Name: Rhea Tallows Age: 22 Appearance: With wavy, flamboyantly red hair and eyes reminiscent of the colors found on poison ivy plants, she's quite the alluring beauty. Glamorous is one way of describing her. Demon Appearance: [IMG]http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/RockGoddess420/062a7310.jpg[/IMG] Her demon form is much like her human form, though her skin is flushed green with chlorophyll in her demonic form. Personality: Vivacious, a go-getter, and always with a smile. She knows she's beautiful, though that doesn't mean she has to be conceited about it. She's everybody's best friend, and will go out of her way to cheer someone up when their feeling blue. Weapon: A whip that when is not held in her hands appears to be a single, thorny red rose. The whip can slice through steel like a hot knife through butter, and while it is being used it can fill a room with the scent of roses, allowing her to pinpoint the source of other scents. Power: In her vicinity, even common weeds can become potent weapons. She is mentally able to control, manipulate, mutate, and use any plant near her as she sees fit. Demon Parent: A demon plant known as the Kassine Blossom. [IMG]http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee103/thpppp/PoisonIvy.jpg[/IMG]

So, you didn't answer my question, Inu. Is the school based off of the high school we attended? If so, then shouldn't we post a layout of the school itself for others to look at? I mean, maybe we know the layout because we went there, but no one else will.

Anna could hardly believe what was going on around her. The flu that seemed so contagious hadn't affected her, not in the slightest. She could only assume as such because of how rapidly it turned people from healthy, normal human beings into frighteningly violent monsters. She was hesitant to call this a 'zombie apocalypse' as these monsters weren't undead or slow and shambling like in the movies and various video games. This was however completely unreal. Leaning against a brick wall, she contemplated what humanity might have done to deserve this. Was it a biblical plague, punishment from God? Or manufactured somewhere and accidentally released? Who knew at this point. Sighing, she shrugged off her thoughts. There wasn't a point to it. She shifted along the wall of the building, careful as to not make any noise. It was surprisingly easy in heels. Her skirt had been rather formfitting, but she had ripped a considerable tear in it for her to better move. Not being able to do so might have been her end. Her pretty button-down white blouse was still tucked into the remains of her skirt, though she had long since accidentally ripped a large tear in the seam on her right shoulder. Sighing deeply, she looked to the school. She'd attended the school having lived here in Newport all her life. She knew the school layout well, though she had attended the school well before the addition of the auditorium. In the A Building, the oldest part of the school, there was still a roof access in the farthest corner from where she stood now. The rather steep hill behind the school looked safe enough, though with the Infected wandering around completely at random she couldn't be sure. Her vantage point wasn't the best as it left her more or less open, though she could see the girl's gym roof from where she was in the student parking lot. In fact, she had a good view of much of the school's roof. The many abandoned cars were pretty good cover, unlike the main street running in front of the boy's gym and auditorium which had next to no vehicles on it. The other side hosted homes running along the road on the boulevard with the school's main entrance; the one with the commons area next to it. From here, she could see a rooftop access stairwell outside of the cafeteria, but there was one of the cafeteria ladies as well as one of the gym teachers that had been her own teacher standing there, puking up what looked to be human flesh, not yesterday's lasagna. The cafeteria lady finished her business and proceeded to wander around the side of the school. There was nothing to attack for the two Infected, so the woman just aimlessly staggered away. However, the gym teacher seemed content to simply sway back and forth on its feet, oblivious to anything else. Readying her AK-47 lifted from a safe house along with some ammunition from another, she prepared herself for a mad dash across the parking lot and the two lane road, and then across the staff parking lot to make matters even worse. The lunch lady unaware, and the gym teacher there in front of the stairs might not be too much to deal with. But, up the road and in the woods she knew there had to be more Infected. But what with her vision into the woods obscured she couldn't see any, though the road and more distantly in the staff parking lot yielded the sight of five.There was only one way to find out, and she really wasn't willing to stick around to see. Looking around the various cars, she looked to see if any of them had car alarms. She'd seen how many of the Infected swarmed someone foolish enough to do so. Three of them visibly did, though she couldn't tell just how many more there could be. Not all car alarms were able to be discerned from sight alone. And, judging from the neatly parked cars, these had all been here before the school had been overrun. Or maybe school had been in session. [i]Dear God, I hope not.[/i] Drifting between the cars and careful to avoid those alarmed, she looked through the windows of a Caddilac parked at the edge of the lot. The gym teacher suddenly slumped over and lied upon the pavement. There was no further movement from her, it appeared that she had died. Dashing out out from the meager protection of the cars, she barreled across the street and up the red painted stairs. Now that she was on the roof here, she just needed to wait. She could see a figure wearing... a uniform? and it seemed to be slumped down and sobbing. However, she had to get to him to talk to him without attracting the nearby infected.There were some breezeways for her to climb across, though her clattering around across them might be more trouble than it was worth. But what choice did she have at the moment? She assumed the chopper would be landing there where the figure was, so she had to get there where the figure was. It struck her as odd that the roof was so empty of normal people, though perhaps they had simply fled the area rather than become one of the Infected. Sighing, she walked over to the edge of the building, and placed one hand on the cement lining the edge. It was going to be tough to get across the smooth sheet metal of the obviously recent and still unfinished addition to the school, though worth it if she was going to be saved. So down she went with a resounding metallic boom. She froze, dropping to her knees, gun at the ready. She heard several screeches from inside the school somewhere, and the dull thuds of running footsteps. Anna's heart stopped as she listened intently to the Infected go clattering about the school, and she remained where she was until she could no longer hear it. Letting out a sigh of relief, she picked herself up and maneuvered over to the other side. She jumped as high as she could, just barely grasping the edge. Her shoes were too slick to be able to get a foothold, and so she just hung there, so close and yet so far from her goal. "Need some help?" came a voice, cracking and rather young. Looking up, it was the figure she had seen earlier. It was a boy who was maybe just a few years younger than her, and his eyes were red and swollen from crying. He was wearing a Holiday Inn uniform, like she had seen, the emblem of the hotel sewn into the buttoned shirt. He grasped her wrists with both hands and helped her up. "The name's Kristopher. Kristopher Fuller. You can call me Kris. I'm amazed there's someone else who hasn't gone crazy. I haven't seen anyone for days who isn't." "I'm Anna-" "Neilson. I've seen you on the news, when I watch it. I never thought I'd actually meet you." "I wish it was under better circumstances. Pleased to meet you." "Me, too. At there's someone else to maybe better our chances of survival." Confused, Anna looked him over. "What do you mean? The helicopter is coming, isn't it?" "No. The helicopter is already gone." OOC: Inu, am I to assume this is our high school? I'm sorry to assume so, though the description you gave was just too familiar.

Sounds like fun, Inu. Name: Anna Neilson Age: 28 Gender: Female Occupation: Channel 6 News Reporter Gear: Two semi-automatic pistols in holsters on her hips, a baseball bat, rifle strapped to her back, an AK-47, and a grenade. Back story: When the infection broke out, she was tasked with reporting on it, and she was sent by the station to the Methodist Hospital to report on it from the outside. As quickly as everywhere else, the hospital was quickly overrun by the Infection spreading rapidly through the hospital. Her broadcast never aired, and never had a chance to warn the public at large just how bad it really was and how quickly it could spread. To her at least, it became terrifyingly clear that the CEDA had tried to cover up just how much more virulent the virus was than told to the public. Very quickly, the Infected came pouring out of the hospital, attacking everyone outside. Her camera crew was ripped apart and she was only just barely able to escape the chaos. She ran away into the narrow alleyways just trying to get away, before ducking into a gun shop. The owner smiled as he gave her the weapons she has now, saying it would be a waste for them never to be used, and 'a pretty lady shouldn't die without being able to protect herself like like so many will.' Armed now with something, she left the gun store because there was nothing there to sustain her. Carefully she made her way to her apartment, and locked herself inside. It was only when the Infected starting to pound on her door that night did she flee, but not before setting the place on fire to take out what few of the Infected she could. She headed towards one of the shelters she had seen on the television, if only to find it abandoned and filled with the Infected. She unfortunately drew their attention, and so she was forced to hide in an abandoned city bus. Popping open one of the hatch covers, she climbed onto the top of the bus before the Infected could get to her, though that just seemed to infuriate them even more, as they quickly started to climb the bus to get at her. Taking a flying leap of faith, she managed to catch the top of a stone wall, and climbed over it, and took off running, the Infected right at her heels. Tossing a grenade behind her, she heard it explode and the many screams of the Infected that blew up with it. She ran as fast as she could away from that grizzly sight to find herself near the Channel 9 News station. Thankfully, it hadn't been overrun, at least not yet. Running through a door one of her coworkers opened for her, they shut it tight and barricaded it in order to protect themselves. Knowing it was only a matter of time before they were found and killed by the horde, they tried to signal anyone who could possibly help them and the eight people with them. Luck seemed to be on their side when the military responded, saying there would be a helicopter coming to the Mason West High School, just before the power went out in the building. When the back-up generator started, it attracted the horde. The banging on the front doors, the windows, the walls... all of it heralded the end of the line. Only Anna was able to make it out of the building before it was completely overcome by the masses of the Infected. Knowing her only salvation lied in her getting to the school, she started out to make her way there. If only she'd gotten there sooner...

Name: Sara Milen Age: 16 Appearance: [IMG]http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e21/gaaraslittlegirl1313/anime%20girls/9977_3ef6twftqh.jpg[/IMG] Personality: A simple scholar in a grand library, she's always reading a book. Often, she looks out of a window and wishes she could do something more in the world. She usually helps at the local clinic with her mother, acting the part of nurse and caretaker. To her, it's a gratifying existence, though she wants to help more people. Weapon: She's a skilled fighter at hand to hand combat, having learned from her martial artist father before he got sick and passed away. Dragon Spirit: Light

Name: Houston (no known last name) Age: Estimated to be about 27 Appearance: With a 'fro and a one piece towing uniform made of a jean material, she's one spicy mama. Her cowgirl boots have a slightly higher heel than normal, but other than that she looks like a typical tow truck driver, though the biggest difference between a typical driver and she is that she makes it look GOOD. Skills: She can fix anything with wheels, and some without. She's abnormally strong, and she is also has experience with the martial arts. Gear: She carries with her an EMF reader, towing equipment, and an almost unnatural intelligence. Supernatural Ability: By touching an object, she can see memories associated with it, as well as events that surrounded it. Biography: Houston has no memories of her past before six years ago. When she was found, she was simply lying next to her bright orange tow truck, covered in her own blood on the corner of Houston Rd. and Rt. 29 near the town of West Burmon. There was no identification on her or in her truck, so the government made a new I.D. for her, using the street name on which she had been found. Since then, she's been working as a good Samaritan, driving the highways of Illinois and towing vehicles stranded due to various reasons with her truck. But, her sleepless nights are plagued with the nightmares, all of which point to her heading back to West Burmon to discover the cause of her nightmares. She's tired of running, and now she's joined up with this little rag tag group to discover her own secrets.

Tahlia watched TV until Ken showed up about an hour later. Rayne immediately let him in on the plan, and Tahlia had to hand it to him, he was quite the salesperson. In all actuality, Tahlia was quite nervous. This singer was a shikabane, correct? Just who had covered up her death and the deaths of those she's killed? Rayne's cell phone went off, and he answered it. He pressed a button on his laptop, and then pressed some buttons on the TV remote. A dark room appeared on the screen, showing Anue and Onidus. In the room itself, there was plenty of gore and a few shredded bodies. "A feeding room..." Tahlia gasped. "I doubt she actually eats in there, but yes." Tahlia looked at the screen, and noted the presence of a grand black glossed piano, strangely free of blood and gore. Kun Oksaki was infamous for it. It wasn't long after Anue and Onidus cleared out of the room that several burly men in suits and ties entered the room, and began to scrub the room clean and throw the body parts into bags. "Well... I suppose we know who's keeping our little monster a secret..." Tahlia snorted. Rayne's eyebrow twitched as he started clicking on the footage, highlighting faces and enlarging them. Many of them wore shades, though they were catching glimpses of tattoos and piercings that might give a clue as to just who these people actually were. "So... who do you think these people are?" "Mafia... or maybe Yakuza. She is Japanese after all." Rayne crossed his arms, and exhaled a breath. "In all honesty, we just don't know right now. However, after running a facial recognition program we might get a clue." They watched as they cleaned the room to perfection and then left. A short while later the door opened into the room, and Tahlia could see very well a female figure step in. She moved over to the windows, and pulled the blinds. Following her was a rather youthful man, Tahlia recognized the man as Kun Osaki's manager when she pulled the blinds. "It's a pretty morning, don't you think?" Kun laughed, and sat down at the piano. "Kun, you'll be getting a new assistant today. Try not to-" [i]"Try not to what?"[/i] Kun asked, her voice dark and strangely hollow. "N-nothing." The man stammered, and smiled. "She'll be here later today." "Great! I love meeting new people. It's not often I can. Now, I need to practice for my concert. I'm sure the new assistant will love to hear it." "Of course, Kun. I'll leave you to it now." With that he left the room, and Kun sat at the piano to play it. There she sat, perfectly content to play and sing. Her voice rang like the chimes of the pearly gates, though there was something just off about it. It gave Tahlia the chills, just listening to her. Maybe it was the fact she knew the person on the screen was dead. After about an hour, it was time for them to move out themselves. Rayne plicked two sets of keys from the wall and tossed one to Ken. "Pretty classic downstairs. Light blue in color. Only one like it on the third floor of the parking deck. Tahlia, you're with him. I don't care where you two position yourselves, just be ready to move at a moments notice. Ren, you're with me. Let's move."

When getting undressed it is not a good time to let go a fart. Taking off your pants will simultaniously release the fart and bring your nose to butt level. It will be deadly. If you get mad at video games and feel like screaming at it, make sure your window is closed. Your neighbors will think somebody is being murdered Here's a lesson for anyone with a child, or anyone who has to change a diaper: If you have a child who still wears diapers, think twice about licking off that brown smudge on your hand. Chances are it ISN'T melted chocolate from that candy bar you just ate. And here 's a lesson learned by me personally: When you leave your car in the parking lot, make sure that not only did you not lock the keys in your car, but make sure you didn't lock your car while it's running.

[quote name='Allamorph' timestamp='1300291369' post='705745'] [FONT=Calibri]Please elaborate.[/FONT] [/quote] People, like her, are already saying how it's a sign of the end of the world, and that it was the hand of God which is what I meant by ironic. If anything, its helping nations come closer together as a unified world. And thank you for clarifying about the religion part of this.