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(too many people for ya mate? whats with the Ugh?)

(no, its just that ive had to confront all the new characters)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

(That's because you're theonly one uninjured, so it would make sense that you're the one to confront them :P)

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(I just had a dream about everything that happened so far in this thread. Lol.)

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(yea ik and cool :) but seriously... why did you guys start out injured? Just to have a reason to go to the hospital?)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

(Wait... I'm not this "sniper" you're seeing, ame I?)
The woman shrugged, placing her scope back in her belt. "Approaching subjects, here goes nothing," she murmurs, standing up and starting down the hill. She waves at the group and grips the strap holding her shotgun with the other.

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I've come from the cracks in the walls, from the place where only dreams may go...

(well since you confrontedbthe party its irrelevant but yes, you were the "sniper" :) D had has eye augments so spotting the flash of your scope in broad daylight woouldnt have been hard.)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

As Mark rounded the corner of the Hospital, out of the corner of his eye, he spied the figure in the distance rise from the ground. Turning to look at the figure he saw her raise her hand and wave. Looking to his left and right, and not seeing anyone else outside, Mark turned back towards the stranger and waved. “What’s the worst that could happen?” he thought. Images of destruction, building burning to the ground, bicycles crashing into each other and exploding into flames, Andy’s face, and people beating each other with baseball bats flashed through his mind. “Ask a stupid question”. He then turned back towards the entrance and casually leaned into the doorway, and looked into the Hospital, with an almost comical smile plastered across his face. “Well gentlemen I simply must know…oh” it was then that Mark saw the man in the furry jacked with a pistol aiming at an overturned gurney. “Oh, I see you’re busy. Well I’ll be outside, just give me a call when you’ve finished uh…doing whatever it is you’re doing. I have a business venture that may interest you.” With that Mark leaned back out of the doorway and walked back towards the corner of the hospital. “Well they do seem like an interesting group of people”.

Nick looks at the woman and thinks to himself "She must not be hostile...or at least actively hostile because she didnt shoot first ask questions later" Nick walks up to the woman "Who are you and what do you want?"

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Drake the free time he has to make a splint from a stick, some thread and goes with Nick to the stranger.

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

The woman speaks, her cold and calm monotone from before changing to something more light-hearted and cheery. She raises her hands in the air, chuckling as if she'd just heard a funny joke.
"Hey, no need for the hostilities. I'm just another wanderer, making my way in the world. Or at least what's left it! The name's.... Well, you don't really need my name, but call me Faust. That's 'lucky' in Latin, by-the-by. Big fan. Of the language, I mean." She smiles, now offering her hand. "You look like you just crawled out of some hole. What shall I call you?"
Back to my thoughts. Subject looks... Less experienced than his allies. Judging by the gown, he's one of those guys from the tubes. Must be important to get shoved in one of the cryogenic tubes. I'll be watching this one.

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I've come from the cracks in the walls, from the place where only dreams may go...

(Seems like you forgot I was next to Nick) Drake thinks Faust is a bit off, how could someone be so cheery in this post-apocalyptic hell? Drake keeps his hand on his multitool,(which is still in his pocket) ready to react to any hostile actions."Hope squirrel shirt doesn't get pissed at us for leaving that hospital" Drake thinks, and lets Nick shake Faust's hand

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(For a dude with a broken leg, you sure do move around alot haha)

(lol some things should just be overlooked for the sake of convience but i totally agree with u XD)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

(Your just jealous because Drake can hop better than you ever could. XD)

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(D would probably get upset if he heard that lol he isnt one for jokes as you probably know by now)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

Nick's ears peak on some of the advanced words this woman uses. Nick shakes her hand "I am Nick and yes I just crawled out of hole all things considered anyone who doesnt shoot at me is a friend" Nick heads back to the hospital to drop off the loot.

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Drake still distrusts Faust, and catches up with Nick "Don't forget about the fire" Drake says.

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(Oh, my bad. Turning to your guy now... But he's gone)
Faust turns to the man next to Nick and offers her hand to him too. "And you are?" She asks, though he's already gone. She follows the two into the hospital. "So... You all just happened to turn up here? Must be the work of the fates."
Second... No, third. Second is the squirrel boy. Third subject seems agitated by my presence. He's carrying a weapon of some sort in his pocket, or just a habit. Considering the situation, the first one seems more likely. Onto the rest of them. Excelsior, as they say.

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I've come from the cracks in the walls, from the place where only dreams may go...

Zen finds himself talking to the business end of a .45.
He peers over the gurney, thinking maybe this particular fellow was not interested in his tea.
"The tea is good and the fire is warm my friend. There are no ill intentions here".
he starts to raise himself over the gurney when the injured fellow, along with the man who left earlier plus another, a woman come walking in from the hospital entrance, their feet kicking up clouds of dust.
Zen has seen this before, he has watched many a would be raider gather in this very room, it always ended in a squabble and people pointing things at each other.
Taking this opportunity to relocate, Zen crawls back from the gurney, into the hall leading to the elevator shaft. If bullets are to fly, he wants no part of it.

(hey guys im thinking, do we keep these reply bits for just out of char chat? because things might soon get out of hand with replys flying all over the place. i dont know what you call them, but "main" posts for char stuff, and these individual replies for out of char stuff? what do you think?)

((That definitely works for me. I think Nickyboy said something about that on the last page. In character stuff outside of replies to specific posts and, OOC in the replies. It's gets a little confusing with all the layers in the posts.))

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I've come from the cracks in the walls, from the place where only dreams may go...

(im going to use brackets for character thoughts) [he is leaving.. if he is a raider, i better take care of him now before he goes to warn his buddies] *D turns around to see Nick, Drake, and some strange female.* "someone go get dumpster boy. Ill take care of the other dude. we cant take the chance of him being a savage..... " *D looks at the woman* " you should really cover your face, lots of ppl out here will try to rape you." D runs off towards Zens last known direction to confont hm. when D catches up, he fires a warning shot at Zen. "i reckon that you are a bandit scout. the entrance is covered by my three compadres. i suggest you and me have a lil talk..."

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

Nick stares at D for a second. "Jesus he is blunt...but I suppose its true" "Well none of us will do that...at least I hope not" Nick goes over to the fire pit and lights it using a lighter. Nick then sits down and huddles near the fire.

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((I do believe her face is mostly covered, she pulled on her goggles and her hood before approaching you guys))
She chuckles at the squirrel man's comment and taps her goggles, her nail clinking against the glass. "If they're close enough to actually see me clearly, they're doing it wrong." she replies, pulling a combat knife from her belt. She quickly shoves it back into a little makeshift sheathe. She watches as he runs off and fires a shot inside. "Maledicant illum," she mumbles. "Your friend got a violent streak?" She asks, turning to Nick. She sits down across the fire and twiddles her thumbs.
Ok... Subject with the squirrel cloak seems a bit violent and impulsive and is the most likely to be hostile. Keep an extra eye on him, assuming it's a him. He has some sort of.. Voice modulator? And the cloak is rather obscuring.

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I've come from the cracks in the walls, from the place where only dreams may go...

"Hey, Nick, can you cook the meat over there? Drake says as he points to some dogman meat. "I'm gonna get dumpster boy." When he finds dumpster boy, Drake says "Hey, dumpster boy! we got some meat cooking, want some?"

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

Nick gets up and gets the meat and starts to cook it over the fire. "Him? I suppose so, I am pretty new to this all so I dont know these people at all really." Nick says almost sounding depressed.

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(draaaaake i already implemented that mark was cool. we are all a bit too trusting in this rp but i guess for convience sake that it cant be helped)*still patiently waiting for Zen to reply*

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

(I misinterpreted what you ment by "go get dumpster boy" I'm gonna change what my character said right away :P)

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(D really isnt that aggressive to just condemn a man to death like that o.o i think ppl are misinterpreting my character entirely. he is a misanthrope, a person who hates humanity, but he isnt a killer by choice. he was forced to be cold and suspicious by the apocalypse.)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

Leaning against the Hospitals wall Mark waited, and watched as the woman was greeted by the average looking one and the one with the broken leg. “Huh” Mark thought “just a second ago that furry man was dead set on shooting a gurney, and here they are making friends? I wonder if they know her.” Putting these questions aside Mark concentrated his attention to listening to their conversation. “Well she sure is a bucket o’ sunshine isn’t she? She must be one of those optimists…or she’s hiding something…nah, don’t think like that, you have to think the best of people, you can’t shake hands with a clenched fist and all that...I wonder if she knows how to hack a computer. Oh they’re going inside, I guess the gurney stuff was just” the sound of a gun going off sounds from the interior of the hospital, and shortly after the one with the broken leg emerges holding a knife. “Ahhhhh, it feels good to be right. Dumpster boy?” Mark looks down at his slime soaked clothing. “Sigh…I really shouldn’t be so used to these smells”. Looking back up at the man before him, the comical smile returning to his lips, and hollered “I'd love to!" and quickly walked towards the man. "what's the worst that could...ask a stupid question".

Zen had made it to the elevator shaft, only to pause when the deafening sound of a gunshot pierced the steel wall in front of him, sending sparks and shards of metal down into the dark shaft below him.
I guess this guy isn't after my tea. He thinks to himself.
Standing at the edge of the shaft, his boots slightly over the edge, Zen could see the elevator below him, if only just out of reach. The jump could break his ankle, or worse. This could give the raider chasing him a reason to finish him off, as he lay crippled on the elevator below.

"I reckon that you are a bandit scout. The entrance is covered by my three compadres. I suggest you and me have a lil talk"
As the stranger behind Zen calls out, Zen cocks his head. Is this fellow a robot?
Slowly, spear still in hand, Zen turns to face his pursuer.
He stands, legs splayed, with the .45 smoking in his outstretched hand. His face is completely covered, and he seems to be wearing a tunic made from various animal pelts.
"I am warning you, and your friends. A fire in that part of this building, at this time of night, is not a wise move. You must leave!" Zen pleads with his masked pursuer.

(sorry for the replys, im from Australia and I might be on when you guys are all asleep)

(this is actually how rps with more than two ppl work. person replies, gets off, next person gets on, replies, gets off, et cetera. you are fine, no worries.

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

D stops to think for a bit. staring at the ground. He lowers his 45. "Dont worry, Im not a savage. i apoligize for my violent course of action. Ive had my share of savage attacks and i know better to let any live. You are trying to warn me so you cant be a savage."[atleast he might be a sophiticated savage. better than nothing.] D thinks to himself, gun at the ready. "explain yourself and dont make me regret sparing you."

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

Faust nods. "Advenae. That's strangers, by the way. Well, technically foreigner but you get the point." She reaches up and pulls her hood back and takes her goggles off, leaving them hanging around her neck. She brushes her hair out of her face and sighs.
No more note taking for today. At least not consciously. she thinks.

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I've come from the cracks in the walls, from the place where only dreams may go...

Drake walks back into the hospital with dumpster boy behind him, and smells the cooked meat. "Good job cooking the meat, Nick. Now those beasts can become what they've always tried to be: big pieces of sh*t"

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(lol good one. D wouldve wanted to hear that one.)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

(Glad you liked it :) )

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(so im starting to get really paranoid. i find myself doing something and wondering "i wonder if the Neo Scavenger rp updated?!" checks, "damn :/")

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

The stranger lowers his arm, the .45 now pointed at Zen's feet.
"Don't worry, I'm not a savage. I apologize for my violent course of action. I've had my share of savage attacks and I know better to let any live. You are trying to warn me so you cant be a savage." The robot-man explains, in that not-quite-right garbled tone.
"Explain yourself and don't make me regret sparing you."

A savage eh? That is a first! Zen holds back a chuckle.
Zen relaxes his grip on his spear, and explains to the robot-man
"Night is quickly falling, it is a bad time to be near this place. Strange things happen. Dozens of small, people like creatures come out and roam around the halls, screeching and clawing at the walls. I have heard many the unfortunate souls lost to this madness".
"You must find somewhere to hide, or leave. I am held safe by the thick doors of this elevator shaft, go and warn your friends!

(I am thinking either melon heads or some other kind of creepy, child like monsters. Like silent hill 2 style small monsters, but alot faster and alot more of them. Suggestions? I feel like a GM! well for this event anyways, if you guys want something to happen. I havent done this before :3 )

D thinks back to this morning. He remembers how he complained about a bad camping choice when nick came. [maybe more so than i realized...] D motions to Zen to follow. "the others will want to hear this. come on" D briskly walks back to the lobby. when they get there, the three ppl look a bit suprised that D came back with Zen and not without him "i believe i misunderstood our friend here. he was trying to warn us."

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

(something that looks like a melonhead but acts like a dogman and twice as deadly with a creepy as all hell bonus. great idea Zeni! :) ill go with whatever calamity you have in mind. its already night by now tho. maybe you should implement it now?)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

(Probably wait for the others and see what they say.) i was assuming it was late in the evening, considering no one has said anything about time, except me :b)

(I'm up for a monster attack. Get to see how we all deal with combat and all that, although I thought the time was about dusk, the sun just dipping below the tree line, giving the sky a menacing maroon hue. Although any time is good for me. Maybe the monsters don't make any vocal sounds. Just the skittering of their feet across the cold, tile floors?)

(Exactly what I had in mind man. They spawn inside the closed rooms of the hospital and creep around. Maybe wailing and just being creepy in general. They claw the walls. Going for more of a supernatural thing rather than a creature looking for food thing)

“Wow. Father Time really took a bat to this place.” Slowly Mark gazed around the Hospital, gradually taking in the image of the dirty, abandoned structure that in days of old used to spell safety to all who entered. “There is A LOT more dust than I expected” for less than a second Mark’s smile flickered, and then it was back to its ridiculous proportions. “I hate hospitals”. Mark eventually became aware of the others in the room. “Hellooo. I’m Mark” with that he vigorously waved his hand at everyone in the room. “And, ah, I was wondering, I’m mean, I wanted to know if…sigh...To be honest I need some help. Does anyone have, or know of a place where I can obtain a working, unlocked computer?” Mark gazed around the room, not quite looking any of them in the eye, a worried expression, molded on his face. When suddenly his brow shot up in surprise as he saw both the fuzzy man and another man he hadn’t seen before round a corner and begin to speak. Mark’s perplexed mind began to try to sort out the puzzle, “I thought shooting people was supposed to make enemies, not friends. Huh, then why don’t I have an entire legion of friends?” glancing again at his clothes “maybe it’s the places I’ve been looking. Wait a warning? Warnings are usually bad, usually very very bad.” Slowly Mark began to untie the pot at his waist and grip it viselike in his hand. “Wait…That furry guy earlier was pointing a pistol at the gurney, a pistol. Before that he had a rifle. Why not use that?”

"Who cares what kind of gun he was using, the warning is probably more important!" Drake says to Mark, then turns to D "So, whats this warning, exactly?"

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(Ooooh, this sounds like it could be 'fun' for the characters :p I'd say carry on)
She looks up at Mark as he speaks and shrugs at his last comment. "Ammo? Time? Num importatis." She says, standing up. "So... What's this warning about?" She asks, turning to D and Zen with a questioning look.

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I've come from the cracks in the walls, from the place where only dreams may go...