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One of my interests used to be Brazilian Ju-Jitsu (BJJ). I am still a white belt and had no money to continue. It was fun to learn to navigate myself while on a wall attack, and also, to flip someone while on the ground. My team did "turtle" crunches to block attacks, and I didn't manage to get out of a headlock. That was fun.

My current on-going hobbies is art (drawing), singing, and walking a mile (sometimes walking the dog, but hey, that's not a hobby... that's a necessity).

I used to game a lot more on games like Legend of Zelda (a few of them like Ocarina of Time, Link to the Past, Spirit Tracks, and Phantom Hourglass), Minecraft (miss those days and it would be on servers with about five friends), ArcheAge (Korean MMORPG with two close-knit guilds against the opposite faction... this was for two years... fun times). Now I just game-hop to the newest but smallest gaming community I can (Undertale and not much more). Torn will hopefully be my newest obsession as it being a simple text-based and involving my character living off of her crimes.

My newest interests will be my degree (mapping... it's called Geospatial Informatics) and Torn. Praying for better outcomes in my life and I settle for the military and not something like a gang. I really love companionship of which I only had through middle school and high school of playing games like Minecraft and creating various builds myself all while playing games on various Minecraft servers with both my IRL school friends and online friends.

Did I mention my love for the Fallout series? Games like Fallout: New Vegas, Fallout 3, and Fallout 76 as among them. I haven't yet to play older Fallout games but maybe some day I will. I love movies like Blade Runner and Mad Max. I would actually love to RP Post-apocalyptic (think—Fallout series and Mad Max) and Sci-fi (think—Star Trek: The Next Generation, Logan's Run, Tron, and Blade Runner).

That bounty was set by a complete clown. He hates mixed race minorities! "African Native American Indian"! Nice. Do I need to set myself a bounty on them? Just a quick cheap bounty. I got my money saved for paying mansion upkeeps.

Ice cream or cookies? Or both? This is the food thread, friend. :]

Isn't sweet soy sauce just an alternative version to teriyaki? They're not too much different.

My recipes are simple. Here's one I could try listing.

Garden Stir-Fry

Ingredients:

What you find in your garden.

-5-7 carrots.

-3 spring onions or scallions.

-4-5 celery stalks.

-2 fresh garlic cloves, crushed.

-3-5 radishes.

-dried peppercorns or grounded peppercorn.

-sea salt (to taste).

-Kikkoman soy sauce (to taste).

Directions:

-Cut up the carrots either into slices or longways. Throw them in an already heated pan with some oil and a little bit of salt (if the soy sauce isn't enough for your taste buds in sodium).

-Cut the onion or scallions into big or small pieces for the pan with the carrots.

-Cut the celery stalks into slices for the pan.

-Cut the radishes into discs for the pan.

-Grind up the peppercorns if they are whole. If not, throw grounded pepper into the pan. Cover all of the vegetables.

-Mince the crushed garlic cloves and throw them in the pan and make sure it smells fragrant (it'll tell you they're crushed enough).

-Throw in the soy sauce near the end of the cooking session, and the vegetables should be soft.

-If needed, add anything extra (spices) to make it sweet or spicy.

-If you are not looking for weight-loss and looking for protein, fry up some sliced up tofu (slices or cubed) before the vegetables and make sure the vegetables soften when cooking with tofu nearby.

-Taste before serving this up!

Tell me if you have a better version of this recipe. It's my go-to (minus radishes and we actually use garden green beans instead) recipe. If we don't have a garden (our garden did not live the next year and so we have no garden now), we buy store-bought vegetables. This recipe is so simple that I was cooking this back in my childhood for both of my parents. If my grandparents didn't have gas, I would be asking to cook this at their house way back then.

I'm curious if anyone is into mapping or in my field of study (Geospatial Informatics/G.I.S.) that would like to help me figure out ArcGIS? I haven't dived into using QGIS. I would also be using Python for coding, but I'm not in any coding classes yet to try out coding quite yet. I've tried mapping a short route to the university I will be attending. I haven't done much in the ArcGIS program. I have a free subscription from using the online version, so I can test it out for my classes. I'm doing one of the learning tutorials, but I would love to try it out outside of the tutorial. Give me something I can do like mapping out a route through snowy weather or something like that. Business addresses would be appreciated.

Thanks.

-KalS0

I don't drink Guinness or other strange beers (ask my parents about those). My father has drank quite a few bottles of Sake while working as a dishwasher at a Japanese restaurant. :]

Alcoholic beverage industry? Gotcha. My mom worked in the food industry for a good amount of years as a teenager through part of adulthood. Getting sick and not having an easy pregnancy led her to the medical field with which she became a nurse.

I'll be able to afford some alcohol taste-testing off-duty when I go on to serve (contacted recently about my application). I won't have access to Kona unless I stay at a base in the states. I heard German beers are very good, but for my taste buds, English brews and anything of the North might be easier.

All it took was a .zip folder for a game mod and opened it with the website closed. I got not a hack but an ugly 18+ ad virus (malware) and a hard drive burnout when it was done wrecking my OS with either McAfee or Norton 360 as my anti-virus/anti-malware. They may have hacked my IP address to even run the virus, because it connected directly from my laptop to the server (of which ran into a website). It was such a heavy attack that the whole hard drive got wiped when it burned out. Here's the kicker: I was 11 years old trying to run a kids game that ran both online and offline. No where was it meant for adults, so the one to throw in that bug into the file was very malicious and with evil intentions.

Edit: I'm very cautious of many anti-viruses. I tried one once, and it made itself into its own virus/malware program when you couldn't uninstall it (very counterintuitive, wouldn't you think?). I have gotten hacked via the camera by an actual hacker when using a screen share screen recorder with some friends when I still barely knew them then (yes, they became very close friends of mine afterwards but lost touch with them). My friend tended to install mods and whatnot for her device, and I can only imagine how many hackers have tried to access her accounts and camera in the timespan of her being my friend all while chatting via camera and microphone on Skype.

ISFJ (or whatever the type was for 'Nurse') like my mom. I tested out on a dating app as an ISTP. And yes, I deleted said dating app since I figured typing personalities with MBTI is a hassle and changes depending on where you take your test. I would like to believe I fit the mold of ISTP better than ISFJ as I am more grown since the old official test result. My career choice is a dead giveaway for ISTP.

I'm not an expert on reading the "Fe, Fi, Foo-Fum" stuff. There's not much else for me to say. :]

Edit: No, I don't like dating people and weird stuff. I joined like two and three different communities to see if it wasn't thrist traps. The third was completely for fun and not serious since one user dropped off completely while holding a nice conversation with me for about a week or so. I have my boyfriend for maybe three or four months now (not counting since my memory gets hazy), so no, I don't partake in those chats anymore. If someone on social media gets frisky, I remove them and move on for better friends.

Tell me what y'all's MBTI types are. I tried to hand pick a type for my dad since he doesn't like horoscopes and none of that BS.

The five of them walk in different directions of each other, but the couple stays close to each other. Each of them draw their weapons, mostly swords, back out at slightly different times of which depend on their height and weight compared to one another. Kal and Arni seem to only have drawn their main weapons of which consisted of Arni's rifle, locked and loaded, and Kal's bow knocked with an arrow.

Kal is the first one to attack since she knows her weapon is a silent killer. Her released arrow goes through one of the doors before splitting. She whispers to right behind her to whoever is there, "Where are the rampers?"

Lapda seems uneasy as he holds his sword in front of himself and with a firm grip on the handle.

Vauquelin seems to bump his shoulder into Lapda to get his attention. His face seemed to whisper if one could read lips, "Be still and face them head on without getting bit."

I have only seen okra fried in batter or used in a tomato soup (Creole cuisine probably). It tends to be a soul food here in the states. Here in the South, curry is served at the rare Chinese restaurant or Indian restaurant (try Florida for Indian cuisine).

Typical mushrooms served at restaurants and easy for at-home recipes is the white button mushroom. Portobello/Portabella is good for grilling and topping in the cap with cheese, spices, and fresh ingredients like onion or garlic. I heard Reishi mushroom is edible as a tea or in soup broth as a powder, but I have only seen it wild out under one of our oak trees here on the land. Turkey tails or turkey-of-the-woods is an edible wild mushroom if you like mushroom harvesting from woodlands. Try growing some Lion's Mane or oyster mushrooms if you like protein replacements and just fry them. You can grill them, but I haven't eaten either of these. There's some mushrooms that you can just dry and watch as it goes from colorful to just a hard brown lump in a jar. They are not edible but gets you used to harvesting mushrooms if you don't know to dry the edible ones. Just don't breath in their spores (same with edibles, too) and wash your hands after harvest.

Edit: Japan has maybe a couple of wild edibles, but store ones are shiitake. Angel, trumpet, puffball, and red mushrooms are inedible if you do wild harvest. Grow your own if you want to cut trips and costs to the store.

Blue Moon with orange flavor added is pretty good for those who don't like beer (lol me).

Hawaiian beer (lager) from the tap that starts with the letter K. I forgot the name. I went to a local restaurant and bar for a bite to eat to try their liquor and food. Their pizza and salad is great.

Personally, Imperial Stout is good for those who hate beer and rather make it into batter or bread. I drank some.

My parents' favorite is Guinness. It's why I went with wine being my favorite rather than beer. They tried to give me some drops as a child. Yuck.

If I could try some booze related to the time of my ancestors before passing on, please tell me about it. Scottish alcohol from before Flodden Field starting up.

Kal is the only one to grab the half-cooked meat since she'd be the only one to stomach it and chews carefully. Everyone else of her new group seems to look at the tray and looks away from it. Only Ice grabs a couple of crackers to try and offer a couple to his wife.

Vauquelin piped up with a sigh when he hears the zombie, "Just me. Lapda isn't old enough to drink, right, bud? He needs something to drink, so we need some over here." He says that as if he were about to pull out a smoke but pulls out a pack of old soft gum instead. "If I were a smoker, that zombie would have gotten a wake up call and burned alive." He chuckles as he hands some of the gum to Ice. "How long has it been since you two last had something wet in your stomach? That's too dry for me to eat about now."

Lapda seems to stay silent instead of answering the single question he got asked.

Kal is silent after finishing her piece and looks at everyone she has met. She offers the tray with leftover meat and fruit to the next person of whom could be Jacob or Sue.

The tray is set down on the table as Lapda puts his feet up near the table but not quite touching it. His growth in height isn't evident for anyone but Vauquelin. He was still considered short compared to the heights of the adults around him in the room. Kal seemed to be the only one comparable to him but still taller. Her hand was silently given to him as he looked her way. All he notices different about her is that somewhere on the way that she used some of her black paint to cover her face as if she were tribal. Her smile is wide but of a calm and collected woman as she begins to close her mouth when she hears the zombie again. Lapda looks wildly at her first and then the rest of them as he tries to speak up. "Who's going to get rid of that thing?"

(Who ever anonymously stole $252,669... I hope you ate a lot of *** with that money. Kinda frustrated. I'm saving for a mansion and will have to put my savings into some properties if it happens again. Typing here and not attacking forums thread, so less people pay a wise eye to my message. They gotta dig for my messages. I am sticking to this roleplay thread so long as it doesn't draw too much attention to my profile. Jesus Christ.)

The whole group has their weapons hidden again when they pack them away. There was no direct threat to them and not even zombies munching on any of them. Kal walks in first as she takes on as a leader of sorts being a druid, and Vauquelin would have nearly pushed past her if she wasn't taking up her space enough.

Vauquelin asks Kal if she had ever led a group before and answers back with a simple no.

Ice is right behind Vauquelin, but Lapda is blocking his way a bit despite being shorter in height. Arni is following right behind her husband with her arms around his neck. She seems rather cheerful but keeps silent.

Vauquelin lets the rest of them go on ahead as he watches the door before it gets shut. He seems to be watchful that no intruders or zombies follow into the house. His tanned but orange skin seems to sweat from all of the walking despite it not being far. It's that the clothes he has on had been worn for days was starting to retain enough heat to keep him cooking.

Arni and Ice seem to have the clothes they were given put away in the bag that was handed off to them by Vauquelin after having thrown them to both of them.

Their leader wished that the bag had clean clothes for him. He guessed that maybe deeper within the bag, there may be a chance of finding another set of clothes.

"Hey, Ice. Hand me that bag back. I want to know if there's a third set of clothes."

Ice looked behind himself as he managed to stop chatting with his wife. With the bag in hand, it was tossed up to Vauquelin's hand to catch. The Mexican man opened up the bag and dug his hand to find a third set of clothes. The bag was given back to his friend. His friend seemed to notice his leader sporting the classic Mexican mustache since he hasn't had a chance to shave unlike back at the base.

"It's not unusual for me to see you like this," is all Ice says as he points to Vauquelin's mustache.

They all go to sit on the only couch with only one of them having to give up to sit on the floor, hoping nothing bites the only one sitting on the floor.

The leader seemed to unbutton his shirt and replaced it with the clean pullover shirt that isn't too thick. "It's not unusual to see me like this either." His skin stopped sweating with the clean shirt on. His hand was put over his mustache. "You can still say I have no 'stache now."

Ice rolled his eyes and glanced back over to his wife with his arm over her shoulder while maintaining balance on the couch. "So, you left your wife back at base and with whom?"

"One of our guardsmen. I trust him not to sleep with her, but he keeps his eye on her at all times when she goes out."

Arni is a step ahead of her husband who is still to this day dressed the same as his leader. Her knife is drawn and ready for a swipe at the newcomer if she approaches her friends and the rest of the group. "What is your name?"

Ice seemed to have a short sword drawn which happens to look like a stolen replica of some medieval sword from a museum but was his before the apocalypse. Kal is the last one to draw a weapon which is her old bone knife. Vauquelin and Lapda seemed to have similar blades to what Ice had pulled out. The three blades seem to shine brightly in the light of day if there is still light left. The rifles on the backs of the couple are rather dull and remain undrawn from where they hide. For being a team, Vauquelin and Lapda seem unprepared without ranged weapons on hand.

Kal steps forward but remained behind Arni and Ice. "What are you here for?"

Lapda seems the most weary of enemies and his knees shake as he doesn't want a fight. His clothes are rather the color like that of a common peasant of medieval times. Matching his personality with his style, he drops his sword to place it into the ground beneath him. "Someone has to come to a peace. She shows no signs of a weapon."

Vauquelin doesn't show any sign of surrender and has his sword out but over his shoulder like he would swing it easily.

Ice seemed to have heard Lapda and puts his sword away safely.

Arni and Kal are the last two, besides their leader, to have their weapons out and ready.

Vauquelin looked over to Ice who was ahead of him and yelled out, "My sister was handed off some clean clothes from a passerby of our group back home." The bag on his back was tossed up to either Ice or Arni.

It landed in front of Ice, and Ice picked it up while simultaneously opening it up with the string. "Is this for both of us?"

"Just try it on. The other outfit could fit her if she hasn't changed. Don't look stupid. Have your sword out again when you're done. I can't see a weapon on her either."

The tall white-skinned and gray-streaked blonde threw the leftover outfit to his wife.

It hit her face. "Hey, watch it." Pieces of the outfit was peeled away from her face.

Vauquelin felt weighted down a bit from the hidden bag having full blood bags since his trip back. The blood sloshed back and forth with every movement he made. "Lapda, can you carry this bag?" The hidden bag was revealed as his shirt was buttoned back up after removing it when he undid each shirt button as quick as he could. The leader took his sword out of the ground when he was done.

Lapda understood his nickname since hearing his leader's words. "Uh. Yeah." His hand grabbed the bag as it was handed off to him. It was settled around a shoulder like a sling. His sword was drawn back out of the ground as he realized what else was to be asked of him as following his leader all this way out.

$64,018 was sent to Bobolama [3101086].

Read the message and just mail me since I'll likely be offline for a day or two at a time. I really needed something for the guy of my story. That story has no cover, so don't worry about writing on it.

P.S. If you need to get paid more or need to be sent one item and not just money, tell me. My balance is pretty heavy for the moment but saving up for property buys.

Vauquelin, his new companion, Ice, and Arni walked back through the creaky door. The priest took his leave rather quickly since he was told there was more marriages to be had back on his way down to Florida. He wasn't as familiar with the ground in these parts and got a shoe stuck in mud on accident. His shoe was given back to him by someone, dressed very casually and simple, accompanying him which would seem to be an apprentice of his.

Vauquelin and the teenager that was found at the side of their leader seemed to not mind the unfamiliar bit of woods of Georgia. He wondered when the group was going to make their way through Mississippi onto Louisiana to get through to Austin, Texas. There was some old woman from where they came from in Florida that seemed to have an eye for maps and gave them one for Austin, Texas. Maps only get passed on by travellers passing back and forth information by some form of help needed to obtain the maps generally. They're not too easy to come up upon.

Vauquelin made some funny gestures over the map he had layed out to get the attention of who was being misnamed as 'Lapda' in reference to 'lap dog.' The teenager laughed at him and had asked what he was doing.

Ice put his hand on Vauquelin's arm. "We need to know what your plan is for the group to get there. Not funny business."

Vauquelin slapped his hand away. "Lapda seems to know why I did it. Okay, okay. We need some more maps or directions to get through these other states. No one here has traveled through Louisiana, and from what I always hear from the clowns that aren't even from Louisiana is, 'You can't go kissing frogs from the swamp over there.' Some weird guy had warned us about some gang that probably isn't even a threat to us in those parts."

Ice's eyebrows furrowed on one side and lifted on the other. "No map from any of them?"

"None. They're not from the state and never traveled for a map. Maybe that lady lucked out with a map but only gave us one for more westward, of course."

Arni chimed in, "If guys weren't out there for their own or their teams and such, I'd probably be able to get some maps. They love pretty ladies, but it takes more than looks and friendliness to win cherished maps for frequent travelling."

Ice had covered her mouth. "That's a way to get killed. You're married to me. Hush. Let the guys talk for once."

Kal, while sitting in her chair, had to hold herself from chuckling at Arni's comment.

It seemed like most of what was on their plates that was served was nearly gone when they even began conversing with each other. Arni took the last bite of food which seemed to have gone cold and coughed a little. Kal was the first one to finish all of what was served to her on her plate.

Arni looked over to Kal to start up a nice conversation with her being so quiet. "You haven't said 'hi' when you first talked to us. Are you sure you're not an alien?"

Kal cooley replied back, "I did mention who I was, right? I'm just a druid named Kal. My birth name is something else." She goes to grab at the herbs she carried and the dead crows. The crows are grabbed at by the wings as she began to speak again. "This was kept for my allegiance to Odin."

"Hi, well, I'm Arni if I haven't mentioned it. Is it not reflex to say 'hi?'"

"Oh, sorry. Hi. Hello. Good day to you."

Ice stopped his conversation with Vauquelin and Lapda. His eyes darted towards his wife as he tried to hold her hand in line with his. "You guys continue the talking."

Arni chatted more with Kal before being cut off by her husband.

"I'm Ice. My wife and I were both fighters before being married not all that long ago. She's not with child yet. That's why she talks the way she does."

Arni's stomach is grabbed by her husband as then she reacts by putting her hand over his, and she takes his hand away from herself. "You're so rude."

"Who's the one talking like that? You were for a moment." It's all he can say before he grabs at her stomach once again and holds her in front of his body.

Lapda taps Vauquelin on the shoulder and whispers in his ear, "There's nothing there?"

Kal was the only one to overhear the whisper and wondered if Arni heard, too.

Arni clearly showed no signs of pregnancy but likely would later on given enough time. Her face had a pouty face like she was upset with her husband being so grabby just for the moment.

Unknown to the whereabouts of their gang leader, Arni and Ice get a surprise when they figured out Hadrian got to take Dragomira back to their homebase. Vauquelin had poked his head in the door and waved to the two of them. It seemed like he wanted to know how they got married. He brought along one of their old guardians that has had carnations of different time periods but through the same lineage of people, he still spoke similar to how he was in his first carnation except more to the modern day.

His voice lost some maturity as he ended up a similar age to Hadrian in this lifetime. "Hey, Arni. Hey, Ice." Since the insanity of grief over the death of his father washed his personality and his name from his memory, he always sounded off.

The two always remembered that he was once a fighter and always a fighter, and so his personality improved as he grew up away from his grief in his younger years. "What's up, buddy?"

"Vauquelin brought you? We didn't expect for any of our's to come back for us."

Surprisingly, he was one of the only one eager to be married off even at a young age as he remembers who he was in every carnation of his. His hand was held out by Vauquelin as he had to steal the ring he always carried to avoid confusion when conversing with his elders.

"Yes, I brought him to understand what marriage is. I am assuming you guys got married the old pagan way since I didn't see any of the priests from out the way making way to marry you guys off."

Kal looked around herself and then out to who was talking to the married couple. "They didn't know I'd be one to help them out. It's not a very known religion out in these parts since Christianity has such strong roots."

Arni commented on what happened, "We still need a priest. It felt right for the time being."

Right behind Vauquelin was a travelling priest from Florida. "May I convert the ceremony to Catholic traditions? I have holy water to get rid of any possessions if anything went wrong." The black-dressed priest looked a little disgusted at Kal as he sniffed the air. "Please leave my sight. We don't deal with cannibals. I hope that didn't affect them in any way." The last sentence was spoken in the face of Vauquelin as Vauquelin walked to hold both of their hands as he removed their silver wedding bands.

All their leader could say, in a hushed tone, but just to Arni was, "I hope you plan on selling your gold rings."

Arni looked up at Vauquelin in confusion as she kept the rings hidden from eyes. A loud hiss like she was shushing him escaped her lips when she had her finger placed over them.

Ice got up from the table. "We're hunting rabbits somewhere else." His knee hit the table, but he ignored the minor pain radiating from his knee as he stood up so sudden.

Vauquelin led them all out of the house, because he didn't want to overwhelm the people to start shooting them by mistake.

The rain stopped just for the priest that had arrived.

"By the grace of God, there could be an outdoor wedding." The priest spoke as the holy water held in small portable glass bottles jiggled around on his waist belt. His Bible was hidden within his bag slung around his neck.

Vauquelin handed the two rings to the priest, and the rings were doused in holy water as was Vauquelin's hand.

Arni and Ice's hands had holy water thrown at them as the priest generously surprised them as if he were exorcising demons from them.

After the Catholic marriage ceremony was completed, the couple had their rings put back on their fingers. A kiss was exchanged between the two.

"It's by God that their was a remarriage but not by divorce. This marriage is still holy and pure." He spoke with authority as he finished off by holding their hands firmly as his other hand held the Bible up in the air.

Kal was stuck in the house alone and wondering what she could say to them that owned the house. She wasn't a very good speaker and was a bit shy around new people. "I heard they're getting married the proper way. I'm sorry if I'm a bother. A loner in my ways if you will." A slight smile showed up on her face.

Mr. Piercings was embarrassed at the small talk of the Torn folk. He tried to brush off the conversation topic to start up some new chatter. "How's your fine day going besides the sister situation? If she's not caught on fire, she should be fine." His hand was given to both players as he crossed over his arms to shake their hands as a greeting. To him, it was a way to show truce and trust before expecting some bullets to fly his way.

The blond haired braided woman had a small but well-built frame as she tied her shirt in a knot to keep herself cool. Her rifle flashed the metal part as it went back behind her before her tying the shirt she wore. With her arms now crossed, she had some clear distance from the face of the criminal.

A clear Army recruit of mixed morals, the 23 year old had slouched her Army clothes and well-rounded body against a wall. With a bottle at hand, she took a swig of leftover wine. "I don't know y'all's names. My name is Grace."

Miles seemed to not like having to introduce himself often to people to even remember his name if they weren't apart of his group of buddies from his gang. With his gun away from his face and his métal deflector still visible, he lit a joint like a cigarette as it was rolled small. "Only my buddies know my name. Mrs. Piercings isn't here to introduce herself, because I don't let her leave in case she ever fell pregnant. Until that day she is raising children, she chills out at my residence."

The recruit seemed to hear Miles fine. "I got your full name from a wanted poster." She unrolled two posters from her pocket.

One poster read out, "Wanted. $—. Drew Harper. Caught stealing women's panties for his lonely gang members. Help them find their own girls." A hefty bounty was written in haste. A sketch artist drew Drew Harper to a tee like he was seen by the artist themselves. The next poster read out, "Wanted. $—. Miles Piercings. Stop being an asshole. We know you pay everyone to shut up about you." Whoever paid to have him sketched didn't know how incorrect the facial hair was. His sketch was drawn with a Spanish mustache and a bit of a grown out beard. It was noticed that someone had scribbled the features over the original sketch.

Mr. Piercings was smiling at the posters as he ripped them both away from her.

The Army recruit called out in protest, "Hey, give them back to me. Your name was plastered in other places."

"Why does this one have me drawn like I came from an Old West Bank robbery?"

(If it wasn't for my low level, I'd douse some gasoline and light his behind on fire with a match. Multiple hospitalizations and attacking his faction buddies to mug back what he stole. To know some 'nobody' attacks a forums roleplayer unnerves me.)

Piercings held his crowbar behind his black shirt like a common workman about to go work on the road.

Grand made way for the driver's seat of the van as Angélique, while hiking her dress to a level that she could make a clean break with her boots, had herself swung over into the passenger's seat. Grand had shoved the cop out of the seat when somehow his body was still making moves like he didn't get hit by the acid monster in the back of the van.

Piercings was the one to know enough of the movie "Beetlejuice" and "Ghostbusters" to not question morals of the eventful monster. He wouldn't be surprised if a demon tried to be a trickster and pulled more comedic horror movie antics.

Angélique had her knife right next to her on the seat.

Grand picked up the knife and handed it back to the well-dressed lady. He looked at her with a very dead serious face. "Keep your things to yourself. I need to drive." The key was still in the ignition but turned off automatically as an unusual safety feature in the van. It was turned back in place as the back muffler kicked some old gas smoke into Piercings' face. From the window that was open out of the driver's side, he called out to his leader, "Can you get into a seat up front? I'm sorry. Angélique's knife can move to make space here." His hand was back inside the vehicle as he turned the front axle to move a wheel.

His leader went away from the wheels to not get caught in one and made a heavy hop into the vehicle as Angélique quickly moved her knife to move herself over. It was a tight squeeze on her side to have room for the muscular man as she got more comfortable in her space.

Both wheels started moving, and the van started to take off as it jumped back from a bad start from being idle since the departure of the new cop.

Piercings had checked in the mirror to his right to make sure they were clear of any more cops.

Two cops ran out as they had checked the guard cameras before heading out to check up on their rookies. They had their guns locked and loaded but in the side holsters as they had their hands up to past their ears in shock. Barely heard from a distance as the van went off forward in a hurry, "Those damn b******s." The one cop called on his radio for backup while the other waited around with his gun drawn out. A couple of bullets hit the back of the van but vanished.

A cop car came racing around the corner in an attempt to stop the van in its tracks. His radio was tuned in and picked up the backup call on a bit of a delay. "Officer —, calling for —." The radio picked up static and didn't relay the full message.

Grand pulled the van away from the way of the cop car and nearly hit it head-on as he turned sharp on a curve.

Angélique threw her knife out at the car in an attempt to help Grand. It pierced a tire, and the air from the rubber part let out a loud hiss.

A freed prisoner from the small holding cell they had for recent lock ups had escaped. No one had time to answer as of how and when the escape happened. A Molotov cocktail was thrown at the cop car, and the car blew up.

The gases built up from the explosion lifted the van as Grand was driving away.

Piercings quickly spoke to his driver, "If Jesus Christ saw us, he'd had a heart attack and resurrect himself again."

Angélique lightly chuckled at the unusual timing of the joke.

Grand looked out his window like he was checking for other road hazards as he was still driving. A loud sigh came out from the rise in his chest. "I'm driving. Shhhhh."

His middle passenger pointed up ahead at a sign.

The eyes of the current driver looked out at her finger and to the sign. "We need a way to avoid that. That's not our exit."

The cops managed to catch up after maybe 15 minutes. They were in their seats of an older model cop car from the work garage. The sound of the car was switched on. It was loud and alarming that even walkers could hear and chase the vehicle.

Piercings noticed the crazy driving skills his friend had. He held for dear life onto the right door. "Cops."

(You can join in as one of the cops in the car or as a cop of a different squad.)

Kal, with her dark clothing still clinging to her body and a bit soaked from the rain that kicked up outside, decided to walk in the door. With the red stitchings hidden by the wetness of the fallen drops, she checked to make room for her small behind to sit on a chair at the table.

Arni and Ice followed behind the poor druid. Arni took the whiff of what the dark priestess was hiding in a hidden pocket of her garments. "Hey, Kal. You know that's not allowed in these parts to have that. They've got some fixings of venison. Do you want me to find you something if there's not enough to share here?" She knew there would be a couple of wild rabbits hiding in a hole. Maybe she'd be lucky enough to find a tortoise for soup even though she personally preferred rabbit or fish over creatures with a shell for a meal.

Kal kept the pieces of bled out chucks of flesh within her garments, refusing to reveal what the woman was referring to.

Ice looked at Arni's eyes, knowing what she was talking about. He looked out at Kal. "It's easy to string up rabbits out here. We'll have to ask if we can do hunting if there isn't enough to offer." His gaze was thrown back to his wife and kissed her on the forehead.

"You're cute when you're calm and collected. Gray streaks and all don't matter to me. You've worked for that face and hair of your's." She locked in a kiss on his lips after she was done talking.

The two exchanged gazes right before the kiss and held each other's face close with each other's hand pressed. Both of them stopped when they realized how awkward it must be for the home residents to see a guest couple be so intimate in front of their faces. Despite the recent marriage ceremony being strictly pagan, they didn't seem to bear too much mind to having full protection under Odin's gaze. For them, it felt right to be under the oath of their previous faith as for their culture didn't conflict with any of their buddies back at home. It was the angry Jesus freak and maybe the culture that Vauquelin and Mon grew up with that had brought strife within the Scandinavian culture of North Florida where they were from.

Kal commented, "I'm glad you two get along so well. Hoping for shorter trials as the days roll on for the two of you."

They all waited for the meals to be presented. The groaning outside meant nothing to them as the barricades kept the zombies away.

Crazy. I was crazy once. They locked me in a room—a rubber room. A rubber room with rats, and rats make me crazy.

(Is there a descriptor of Clancy's appearance for artists? I think I might keep a funny picture of him as a leader. Would you mind me posting it here or elsewhere? It's just for the sake of the story. I don't plan on redrawing your character unless it's a redraw months down the road. )