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Thread: Dead Fortunes

Wasn't Las Vegas the supposed extinction of these abominations? Dean presumed after the nuke that such horrors would be at worse a tragic memory to those afflicted from this heinous plague that was scripted right out of some ancient biblical bullshit for lore or the thoughts of a b-horror director. Regardless, this was not how he wished to spend his vacation time. Given an invitation from a friend to check out Fortune City, how ironic that only a few hours within the enormous resort that history was repeating itself apparently. Looking at the reflection from the window, he saw a fairly tall, lean-built man in his twenties with short spiky dark brown hair, amber hues filled with malevolence towards his misfortune, tan skin tone, thin eyebrows, slightly concave nose, and oblong jaw shape with a scar traced down from his lower lip to the chin . Overall a specimen until it came to tackling his fashion choice. Tattoos occupied his muscular arms, snake bite piercing rested above his chin and a customized silver skull piercing on the tongue. Clothing was recognizable with a pompous stud like himself, donning a special crimson leather jacket with silver color rhinestone embedded on the back of the jacket, designer black jeans with his initials stitched in crimson, and dress shoes to match the Spec Shades Ozzy sports but in a gold tint. The young man was certainly in deep shit at the moment, granted it was convenient compared to the other people in the middle of the calamity. Rationality was barely registering through his conceited head, having his heart beat in a frenzied pace while his nerves shot up with the blood curling lullaby of screams echoing in the hallways of the Fortune City Hotel. This luxurious suite of his was now the only sanctuary Dean had to the war zone outside. Dean Dixon was not particularly a house-hold name in the world, but to the many sexually frustrated or simply horny denizens of the adult industry Dean was idolized as a sex god. Renowned similarly to icons like Ron Jeremy and John Holmes, it was difficult taking not to pay attention to this Adonis of a man. A controversial figure, Dean is label as a bay boy to society and has shown volatile behavior in many disputes broadcasted to the media. Although he was a malicious son of a bitch, even this love god could not be completely callous to the situation. For now he needed to keep his cool, barricade his domain, and when things died down try to make an attempt to escape from this resort. Never fucking gamble for it can screw you royally Not the greatest post, been a while but hopefully this will suffice.
Thread: Dead Fortunes

It seems fine to me. I decided to play an OC, I hope that's okay I may have Rebecca in here too, though she won't be my main. Kitty Kat Williams , her common name Katrina, was a dancer, a special kind of dancer, that...catered to clients with particular tastes usually high paying men of the nerdy types. Trekkies, Video Game enthusiasts you name it, she had probably catered to that type at one time or another. Rich types, mainly. Or nerds attending some convention of another in Fortune City. She'd made a pretty good living here, in all her years as an entertainer. Red heads tended to be a sought after type these days, giving the lean, ample breasted, supple reared, long limbed woman plenty of clients. Who knew what the fuck was going to happen here. Shit, just when she had been planning to get out of this lifestyle. Figures the world would go to shit. She'd fought her way from the Arena when the infected had broken out of the confines that blasted show, Terror is Reality, had them in. They should have known it was only a matter of time before those creatures managed to get out, but fuck if they had pretended ignorance. The hotel she assumed was her best bet, at least for a place to board up until the cavalry came stampeding in. She pulled the slide back, loading the chamber of her .45 pistol, before letting loose the contents of her clip into the heads and torsos of the infected blocking her way to the Hotel entrance several fell, blood oozing from piercing holes, pieces of heads missing, eyes shot out. Really, it was a disgusting sight, but what choice did she have. She grunted, slamming her boot against the chest of one of them, kicking it out of her way as she busted in through the doors, slamming them shut behind her. She gathered what she could of the furniture and barricaded the door the best she could, before making her way to the desk. Her green eyes looked over the security monitors, before she took the intercom mike and used it to the page the hotel in its entirety. I heard from a group of survivors holding up underneath the Mall, the Military is arriving in 72 hours. Best bet, stay put. She slammed another clip into her pistol and made her way to the stairs as she pulled the slide back to load the chamber. Higher was probably better, the fucking things couldn't fly or scale walls that she could actually be thankful for.
Thread: Dead Fortunes

Echoes of gunshots lingered throughout the hallway, definitely a preferred sound to the inhumane responses coming the living dead as they dissect and fed on anyone that entered their cross hairs. Too absorbed to even conceive the thought of the misery of others in this gruesome scenario, Dean would not necessarily glue himself to the window of his suite. Fearing the repercussions for revealing his presence, it would simply be intelligent to stay hidden for the meanwhile to let the majority of the chaos dissipate. Wish I had myself a fine-ass chick to fuck right about now Ludicrous was the perfect word to describe the thought process of this pretty boy. Despite all the shit occurring the notion to get his dick wet seem retarded when survival logically would be fueling his actions. Drawing out a switchblade the porn star kept in handy in case of physical confrontations got too violent, he eyed the blade as it sprung out, pondering if going outside the would be a good idea. Reluctant to leave his little haven for now, Dean would quietly break off a table leg that served no true purpose for his barricade. Realizing he needed a better weapon to face these monsters, he did something rather primitive but effective as he slowly fashion himself a stake or mini-spear perhaps. Surprisingly this distracted him from the gunshots, figuring if required he would kill the person to retrieve the weapon to get something with a little more kick.
Thread: Dead Fortunes

Kat was getting low on clips of ammunition for her .45 pistol. Well, time to start searching the rooms ...she thought with a sigh as a .45 caliber round found purchase between the inhuman eyes of a stumbling infected as it lumbered down the hall toward her. There were room service carts strewn about carelessly, as if the bell boys and maids had long abandoned them in hopes of finding a way out from where these hell born creatures were feasting. Unlikely. All of Fortune city seemed to have been hit. They were everywhere. Another round found itself slamming hard into the cheekbone of another stumbling infected, the thing groaning as the bullet shot around in its head. It fell and she dropped out the empty clip, reloading her pistol with a new one, pulling the slide back to load the chamber. There didn't seem to be any others wandering this floor's hall. Finally, a small break. She wasn't about to let herself go lax in defense though, chewing the gum she'd placed in her mouth as she came up the stairs. Idly, she popped a bubble, then found the nearest door to her. Holding the pistol by her face, she leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. If any one is inside, don't shoot, I'm not infected, she called in warning, before opening the door, not realizing that she was moving into the hotel room adjoining Dean's. Once inside, once she was sure it was empty of infected and people, she began scrounging about the drawers and other pieces of overturned furniture for any ammunition or supplies she could use.
Thread: Dead Fortunes

Infatuated with his primitive commission towards a weapon convenient towards survival in this gambling wonderland, remnants of Kat voice were traced. A composed mindset was significant, watching from a safe location the consequences of letting emotions overwhelm one self in midst of chaos. Zombies were enveloping the majority of Fortune City with haste. The weapon was near completion now. This definitely placed a smile on the face of the selfish star as Dean eavesdropped on what Kat had to say. Closing in to the barricade, he yelled to test the waters as he swore the voice came from a woman. If you are not some looter follow my voice. Be forewarned, this area is currently blocked for the sake of security. Now try not to shoot the place to death, you only attract them here. Dean never sugarcoated anything, knowing the uninhabited resort now lacked the humans that use to populate the region. Now Darwinism was going to be applied, obviously a byproduct of how he viewed people in the first place. The gun meant she had an advantage, granted without a safe room to enter she was a sitting duck. For now the porn star would wait with the improvised weapon wrapped around his taut fingers. Here the post
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Kat swept up any supplies she found in the room before the man's voice came to her ears he wasn't too far away, from the sounds of it. He sounded harmless enough, but as she came to learn in Fortune City was that some of the survivors were nearly as bad as the infected shambling about for human flesh. She pocketed the rounds she found and placed a menthol cigarette between her lips, lighting it with the lighter she always carried on her person. The cool inhale of the stick's smoke helped relieve her tension. She blew out the smoke and holding the gun close to her, began to head in the direction of the harmless enough voice remember, Kat, things aren't always what they appear - don't assume anything . On edge, steps light and angled toward the heels of her feet in case of a quick need to turn and bolt in the other direction. The crazy survivors were always more complicated and harder to take down than the damn zombies. Though fuck it all if Zombrex wasn't hard enough to find. If they didn't kill you when they ate at you, there was a chance you'd become like them long as you had your brain, you were a functional flesh hungry zombie. She came to the barricade and narrowed her eyes, stalling a few feet back from it. Hello? Her voice cut through the air in a hushed, yet harsh whisper. You still alive back here, bud? The gun was held close, though not up threateningly. No need to have the man think she was a threat to him.
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Thread: {Rogue} I solemnly swear I am up to no good {Cevl}

Voldemort never existed... Tom Riddle, Harry Potter, and all others were just another group of students. But while one evil never existed, it didn't mean that there would be none, because Evil always finds a way. Puny, idiotic people, all of them. No matter how hard they study, most won't even raise their intellect slightly above average. These were the thoughts of the Slytherin man, sitting at the head of the table. He was looking at the newly arrived students, shuffling through the pathway towards the sorting hat. He could remember his own Sorting, already six years back. He had walked towards the hat, and when he had put it on the voice of it had gasped. It had found parts of three of four houses in his head. He was smart enough for Ravenclaw, Brave enough for Griffindor, and Cunning and evil enough for Slytherin. It had laid him a choice, so he chose Slytherin. Green had always been a more favourite colour then red and blue anyways. Through the years following he had adapted well, maybe too well, to his house. He had soon become the favourite of Snape, and had become Prefect in his fifth year, and, to no-body's surprise, Head boy in this one. It didn't mean he was a good kid, nor that he followed the rules. No, he was just the person everybody listened to or else, and because he was a natural at finding out people who broke the rules more then he did. But mainly just because he had manipulated the people around him, including the headmaster himself. In the year before he had become Prefect, he had found the Marauders map, and used it from then for his no-good plans, and had even managed to find the Room of Requirement. His usage of that wasn't that nice, and when students, mostly female, which he didn't like disappeared for a while, they would be found around the place where it's entrance was, and from then on deeply loyal to him. But back to now. He looked over the tables while the names were being called, and could see several people, thirteen a table, shiver under his glare. Always ten of them were female, and one male. But he saw that on the Ravenclaw table one woman was missing, who probably decided not to do the seventh year, because of him quite possibly. But that didn't matter, he'd find someone new, and she would be better then the previous. He sat back in his chair, completely ignorant of the newbies. Those midgets didn't matter at all.
Thread: {Rogue} I solemnly swear I am up to no good {Cevl}

The green eyes of the slytherin wavered over the Ravenclaw table, looking for a proper replacement for the one who had left. His bright green eyes and black hair easily stood out over his pale skin, and his presence shone out authority like a lamp. Then, suddenly, a Ravenclaw girl stood up, and he immediately knew that would be his Target. It wasn't like he disliked her enough to let her go through that treatment, he actually somewhat liked her. She had been the only girl in his entire time here who had been able to keep a figure while around him, and who didn't wimp away. But she was goodlooking, and would be a proper challenge for his last year around here. He thought for a moment, about how good this idea would be, then stood up. Most people immediately noticed him standing up, which wasn't too surprising. He was tall, he was lean, and when his head and face had already been very noticeable, his body was even more so. It was only a few moments though, before he was gone. He had taken one of the hidden routes, more hidden than the normal ones. He was on his way to the Ravenclaw tower, as he guessed Aurora, as that was of course the girl who captured his eye, was heading there. He took all hidden routes, at least the ones that shortened the way up there. He was there either before or after the girl, as she was nowhere to be seen. So he just waited there, for about half an hour. If she didn't come by he would simply admit she had found a faster way, and be gone for the evening, but if not... If she'd come towards the entrance of the he would smile to himself. He was leaning towards the door, the eagle doorknob hidden behind his back. He could've went inside just as easily, but had thought this would be a more proper place for the meeting. Good evening, Aurora. He would say, his voice slick and cunning, with only a hint of the sharpness it could have when he wanted to. Have you had a good dinner? What do you think about the new arrivees? Underneath his robes she would be able to see a suit, of proper design, and expensive enough to feed the Weasleys for a couple of months. He was idle, the only thing that seemed somewhat paradoxal against it was his messy hair, but when one looked, they could see that it was messy in a designed way.
Thread: New Year Resolutions

Does anybody else still do this? Make goals for how you want to be better this year or things you'd like to accomplish this year. It doesn't have to be just one thing. My NYR I want to visit Quebec this year. I'd also like to be a more enjoyable person to be around ...without chemical help.
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Yep. I do. Nothing outlandish either, just some basic things for self improvement after some reflection and introspection. Quebec is beautiful. I haven't been in a while, but it's a really pretty place. Montreal is only a 4 hour drive from where I grew up, so road trips were frequent. And Quebec City is just gorgeous. Anyway, my own resolutions are simple. To start appreciating myself more for who I am both on the inside and on the outside. This means listening to my gut more and having confidence in my judgment and other such things. I also plan on improving my outward appearance just so that I'm happy with it. It might seem a shallow goal, but in the end it'll help my mentality. So, that's a good thing when you think about it. Plus, I plan on doing it in a way that's true to myself and healthy. I want to embrace my femininity and start really trying to learn how to shop for appropriate clothes. Meaning things that accentuate what I have and make me look put together rather than sloppy. I'd also like to lose the last bit of pregnancy weight. Sooo close to where I was before both pregnancies, but I could stand to lose between 5 - 10 lbs. At least in my own opinion anyway. I also plan to not let the dredges of society to get me down. Last year I let too many wastes of skin get to me and place me in a bad state of mind. I need to stop that and learn to shrug such people off since they aren't worth my time and I'm better than them.
Thread: New Year Resolutions

I still do the NYR thing. I don't do anything I know can't be achieved within a year. My resolution this year? To find more of a balance between work and pleasure. As is, all my time goes to work and I never spend any time with my hobbies anymore. Rather depressing, so I'm going to fix it.
Thread: New Year Resolutions

NYR Take a real vacation, get into shape AND ACTUALLY DO THIS, write several short stories.
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I do as well. My number one NYR, is to have a happy and healthy pregnancy Number two, get my job up and going - I know this is going to be hard with the pregnancy and all of my restrictions, but I really need to do SOMETHING other than laying around. Its a good thing that my boyfriends mother is willing to help me out with this, I can take it easy, run my own hours, and I would be my own boss. Number three, lose all of the baby weight and get into shape even though this won't be done probably until the beginning of September. Then there are all of the little things that are going to help me improve my self image and self worth - you know, be a happy and better person. Along with really getting down to learning how to cook more things that are nutritious and made from scratch instead of out of a can or a box.
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My NYR is the same it is every year and until I do it, it will always be the same. Loose weight, get back in contact with people and actually climb out of my shell and take more photos.
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Hmm. Hmm-mm. Mine is just the same as it always is. Never -works- though. 'Get a li- Okay a lot more confidence in myself, my appearance and skills.' All of which I happen to think are abysmaly low. Or, like, take singing lessons..'cus that's really the only thing I can do properly. -- Or get a puppy! NEW PUPPY!
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Same as everyone else, which I know I'll fail losing weight. A more reasonable one is to play less games, and take up writing and drawing a little more often. Like... More than once a month.
Thread: A Pet Project (Lata Paine X Jalene)

Kitten has been trying to avoid humans ever since she escaped from the laboratory, but she quickly found that she doesn't have the instincts or the experience to hunt out in the wild. Every so often, she would wander into a town at night and dig through dumpsters and trashcans while searching for anything she can eat. After getting her fill, she would just return to the woods. It is currently late at night and she is out searching for food once again, crawling low to the ground while letting her blue eyes scan the area to make sure there aren't anyone around. She soon found a large dumpster next to a build and crawls over to it, sniffling rapidly at the foul air before standing on her back legs and bringing her hands to the side before looking inside. She soon climbs inside, rustling through the bags while searching for something to eat.