Shit... Shit.

*staring at a bitemark on his arm that's showing all the telltale signs of infection*

What a way to go.

((Meant to post this yesterday, but MEH. Have some angst time. Anyway, we decided that a runaway zombie!Alfons did the job. ...zombie!Flonne's still winning.))

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C-C'mon... this's gotta be some k-kinda joke... why's it so cold out here...?

[This blonde gunman is on his way back to Midgard, huddled up in only his shirt. And whining like a winner.]

[Having made the last delivery for the night, ten minutes before 5, he turns back down the street in District 2 he just finished scaling and heads back toward Midgard. His voice is light while he talks to himself, making a list of things he needs to do.]

Tifa's probably waiting to hear about the apartments; I need to find Zack.

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[Walking along slowly, glanceing up at the small shops and stores as she passes on her way back to Midgard.]

Well, it's certainly not what I was expecting, but it's better than nothing. Once school starts I won't be working there anymore anyway. I think I can handle it until there.

[Smiles, still a little unsure of how she feels about working in ( Read more... )

Greetings. Today is October 4th, 1952. Our brave soldiers and salvage crew are still Outside, scavenging before the snow gets worse. And speaking of snow, all residents should be preparing for the snows. Ensure all sills and door frames are properly insulated and that plumbing fixtures are in proper working order. You still have a couple weeks ( Read more... )

[There's a blonde woman wandering the streets this evening, and she's scowling deeply. Every so often she glances at the I.D. bracelet around her wrist. She also appears to be muttering to herself ( Read more... )

[There's a very, very confused bartender walking down the street, trying to find the apartment building known as Midgard.]

I should have asked them for direction. Although, it's not as if they gave me a lot of time to ask questions. Guess they're not exactly the talkative type.

[Sighs, before stopping for a moment, long dark hair blowing in her ( Read more... )

[Lifting the basic blade of his broadsword, he stands and glances around.]

They didn't take me back to Edge.

[Unamused, he glances toward the bracelet on his wrist for his room assignment. His head tilts upward again in the direction of the housing units]

Midgard Apartment 2.

[Obviously in thought, but without any other choice, he heads down ( Read more... )