He was running from a pack of new zombies ones that were stronger than he had previously faced. He thought they couldn't swim! His clothes are soaked through and torn at the sleeves, hem, and pant-legs there are mild scratch marks on one leg but not severe for him to raise questions about. Clutching the kamas fiercly he slashes one of the monsters
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Then there's a voice from around the corner ahead of her. Intrigued, she goes to have a look at this not-quite-new arrival, and finds a bedraggled man, clutching a pair of sickles and looking more than a little out of breath.
Well, this is new... "Hello." Then, almost as an afterthought, "are you alright?"
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ooc: Hi! Nice to meet you! Welcome to dndressingroom!
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And it's true. Not that she's complaining- a face that raises no whispers of smoke or pathetic or help me oh god please- is quite a comfort, especially since she's not found that many yet.
[ooc: Hello thar! The feeling's mutual- and thankyou!]
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ooc: lol you're welcome. Friendly L is a good one.
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