forum Calling the Apocalypse RP people where you at

Started April 16, 2019 by @Norepinephrinxx

tune

"What, I need a smoke break." Fig rummages in a box on the counter and pulls out a lighter, then pulls a clove out of her back pocket, lighting it.

“Ugh, have fun dying,” Marx grumbled, “Can’t believe you waited until we were actually trying to do something to have a smoke.”
He sorted through the shelves, grabbing some food supplies that weren’t expired and shoving them into his bag along with some batteries and basic tools.

"Let's head to the classrooms and stuff to find things we can use for weapons and so we can build some." She said, standing up and putting the device away.

"Sounds like a plan." Keenan answered, pushing himself off of the counter. what if Fig is pissed if we take supplies? I guess there is no harm in looking around.

"Aww, I'm gonna get eaten by a zombie before I have the chance to get cancer." Fig scoffs. "You, need to lighten up. Wanna try?" She temptingly holds out a clove.

Marx cleared his through.
“I’m happy with my lungs as they are, thanks,” he scoffed, “You see, my poison of choice…”
He went into one of the refrigerators that had long been off and rolled out a couple of bottles of beer. There wasn’t much left.

"That's long past expired." Fig's nose wrinkles up. "Pass me one."

Marx rolled a bottle Fig’s way and went to open his own. He took a sip and made a wry face.
“Tastes like shit, but as long as it does the trick…”

Fig giggles and downs her drink in a long gulp before taking another hit on the clove. "So, what's your deal?" She asks, "You dating that Persephone chick?"

Marx laughed. “Very funny. But no. It’s the end of the world. I don’t have time to develop devoted relationships with people who might just die. I consider her a good friend though.”
He finished his first drink and went back for a second.

"It's the end of the world, why not party?" Fig bats her eyelashes then laughs and blows out a small cloud of smoke. "You look stressed all the time, didn't your doctors ever tell you it was bad to bottle things up? Before they died, I mean."

“Hm, I don’t know about that,” Marx said, “Partying has never really been my thing.”
He took another swing of beer, contemplating a bit.
“And yeah, stress is bad, but it’s all I’ve ever known.”

"Sounds like a plan." Keenan answered, pushing himself off of the counter. what if Fig is pissed if we take supplies? I guess there is no harm in looking around.

AJ nodded "alright. I was thinking we find a tech room and find a computer and look for other places nearby to raid?"

(Wouldn't the electricity not work?) "Poor baby." Fig hums, giggling

Marx scowled.
“It’s not like it was in vain,” he said, “I was on track to do some great things.”
He finished his second bottle and smashed it. Marx looked back towards the refrigerator, contemplating whether or not to keep going.

"G on." Fig urged, "Loosen up." Grabbing a granola bar off the counter she tosses it right into Marx's bag. "I can handle the rest of the looting."

“If I come back drunk, I don’t think I’ll ever hear the last of it,” Marx said, “but if you insist…”

Fig smirks to herself as Marx drinks, loading up the bags and giving him through time to get drunk.

After finishing his third bottle, Marx sighed and tossed the bottle aside.
“Ah, well I think that’s enough,” he said.
He went back to looking for a few more supplies before the alcohol really set in. He was feeling a little buzzed, and really didn’t want to have to deal with any ridicule or any real problems that might come with him going back drunk.

"So," Fig says casually, "Why are you in Cali?"

“No reason,” Marx said, “I’ve just been surviving and wandering to collect supplies, same as anyone else. I am from northern Cali, though.”

"So you're not with the bandits?" Fig arches an eyebrow. (I back!)

(Welcome back!)
“Bandits?” Marx asked, “No. I’m no more a bandit than any of the others who’ve raised convenience stores and the like. They a problem around here or something?”

"That depends." Fig hums, walking her fingers up Marx's arm. "You and Persephone looked pretty close back there, teasing and all. You sure you don't feel anything for her. I could help you guys hook up."

Marx pulled away a bit.
“I’m not so sure about that. If that’s what we wanted, that would’ve happened by now,” he said, “Last thing on my mind, especially when you put it like that.”

"You really wanna die a virgin, huh." Fig comments.

“You know, I really don’t care,” Marx spat, “And honestly, I don’t know why you care so much. Kind of creepy if you ask me.”

"Pff, I've been living with the same people since the apocalypse started." Fig snorts, "I'm ready for some new people…new drama…"

“Honey, I don’t exist to entertain people like you,” Marx snapped.
He grabbed a last bit of supplies and slung his bag over his shoulder, starting for the exit.
“Go get your trash reality-tv-esque material somewhere else,” he said.

"Meanie." Fig pouted. "If you don't like me that much why don't you and your friends just leave?"

“I didn’t come here for you,” Marx stated simply, “I’m not petty enough to leave just because you annoy the hell out of me. Now anyway, shouldn’t we be heading back?”