[IC post]

[hopeforstirring]

[Is out with Doyle, running from zombies towards the woods. She appears very determined.]

((ooc: backdated to the first day of the zombiepocalypse. anyone can jump, but the post is up for fiyero.))

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[and_thats_it]

*me, I worked out a while ago that staying in my little hut might be a bad thing when there's rampaging zombies. therefore, there is a tattooed prince hiiiigh up in a tree, crouching silently and watching the ground around him.

...and listening to those running-person sounds*

[hopeforstirring]

[as my assassin character knows well, people rarely look up. elphie is leading doyle to the little hut.]

[and_thats_it]

*and what are zombies but no-longer-living people, after all? waiting until he's sure it's really the green girl, then as quietly as he can manage - *

Elphie!

[hopeforstirring]

[stops abruptly, eyes darting around]

[and_thats_it]

Up here.

*no shoes, no jacket, just breeches and a slightly tattered shirt. oh, and perched on a branch near the trunk, balancing as easily as a rather large monkey*

[hopeforstirring]

[glances up -- hi]

Get down and come with us. Now.

[and_thats_it]

They're not far away, it would be safer for you to come up here.

[hopeforstirring]

So we can be trapped up there away from assistance and supplies? Brilliant plan, Fiyero. Get down, we can make it back to the Pool Hall quickly enough.