AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat
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				Title: <strong>AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>07-08-2014, 05:36:44</strong>
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				How long had it been since everything changed? According to the clock in Gracie Evans' computer, she saw her first zombie (and her second to roughly two-hundredth) about a month ago. Like a good citizen, she obeyed the local news broadcasts on the radio and television: Stay indoors, ration your food, wait for the military to reclaim your block. She was already overdue for grocery shopping, so that plan lasted about a week. It wasn't so bad being holed up, until her internet and phone service stopped working. After that, her only company was that nice couple down the hall who she just never had time to get to know before the apocalypse. After she heard two gunshots in the night and stopped seeing them, she was truly alone.<br><br>Things started looking up soon after, though. Gracie worked up the nerve to leave the apartment building and go on quick raids to the nearby corner store. It was on her first such trip that she found a starved-looking dog locked in a truck with the windows cracked. One brick and a few cans of beef stew later, she had a friend for life. Alas, a good thing can only keep going for so long. It was clear that others were going on similar "shopping trips", taking what they needed and leaving the rest for others. Restless nights would be spent wondering about these people. Were they nice? Were they lonely too? Did they still have access to internet or working TV and radio stations? The determined young woman had been alone for long enough. It was time to find out.<br><br>(<strong>Starting situation for Gracie</strong><br>Your apartment has: Electricity, hot and cold running water, air conditioning, human food for three days, dog food for three days.<br>Your car: Is not damaged, has had an oil change recently, has a full tank of gas, has a convenient place to refuel, will need new tires soon.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>07-08-2014, 12:52:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/27zasyu.png)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gracie's apartment building, Before noon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Self<br><br><br>"Stop looking at my food like that." Gracie said to the yellow labrador retriever at the foot of her couch as he stared up at her, ignoring the half-eaten bowl of dog food in front of him. "It's not even good for you. You get premium dog chow and I'm stuck with cocktail sausages and beans," the blonde sighed, nudging at the dog with her toe in an attempt to turn his attention back to his food. She had been doing a lot of that lately, talking to the dog, <em>her </em>dog now, as she'd come to see him. Her only friend left in these troubled times. Toffee, as she'd named him only responded by laying himself across her feet and letting out a whine or two. Gracie let out another sigh. Toffee could get away with murder, and he knew it. She took a few more bite out of her food and set the bowl in front of the dog, a small smile playing across her lips as she watched him attack the contents ravenously. Shaking her head, the blonde picked herself up off the couch, her eyes wandering to the kitchen counter, where all the food she had left stood. Gracie knew that the supplies wouldn't last forever, and that she'd have to make a move soon. She resolved to stay put for the night, before seeking out another place to hole up the next day.<br><br>The next morning, Gracie found herself being nudged awake by Toffee, an occurrence that she had recently become accustomed to. "Today's the day," Gracie yawned as she pulled herself to her feet, patting Toffee on the head along the way. She packed up whatever she could carry, food, water, and a few other things she deemed essential, before leaving her apartment behind, not knowing if it was the last time she'd ever see it. As she walked down the hallway with her gear in tow, she passed the apartment where she'd heard a couple of shots some time before. Gracie knew what the shots had meant, and that the occupants of the apartment had probably taken their own lives. That meant that there was a gun in there somewhere. She had a bow, but a gun could prove to be useful as well, even if she didn't quite know how to use one. Heading back into her apartment, Gracie retrieved a hammer, one she had bought when she first moved in to use when she put together some IKEA furniture, and had never touched again till now. Hammer in hand, the blonde slipped the claw end into the little gap between the door and the frame, in an attempt to pry the lock open.<br><br>It took some degree of effort, but she eventually succeeded in breaking the lock with a pop. "You ready?" she whispered to the dog by her side, slowly pushing the door open with her breath held, not sure what she'd find inside.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Full Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d10, adding 3to the total<br>Comment:<br>Result: 2,<br>Total: 5</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>09-08-2014, 00:10:48</strong>
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				Gracie knew there'd be a smell. If the most obvious answer for their absence turned out to be true, then they'd been lying dead in an apartment with boarded up windows for several days. Even an air conditioner turned up to full blast wouldn't do much to preserve their remains. But even knowing this, turning it over in her head until the inevitable sight of her only remaining friends as decomposing meat felt like nothing more than a series of logical statements, wasn't enough to prepare her for the reality. It wasn't just a smell. It was a full-on stench. The kind that makes you want to flush out your sinuses when it's over, and it only got worse as she neared the source. <br><br>An army of hungry insects, twin stains on the wall that bloomed red like roses for a lover, two hands that would never let go of each other, and a shiny new weapon. The room was a gallery of details too horrific to piece together. The complete picture would ruin Gracie just then. It would stick to the back of her eyelids for the rest of her life. A look through the other rooms revealed little else. There was no food at all, a box of 38 caliber rounds in the liquor cabinet, alongside some bottles with little more than a drink left each, and a hefty supply of toiletries. A pretty nice haul for an hour's work and a year of necessary therapy.<br><br>(Found: Taurus 38/357 revolver, 48 bullets (38.), 3 nearly empty liquor bottles, a large supply of toiletries &amp; cosmetics.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>09-08-2014, 06:08:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/27zasyu.png)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gracie's apartment building, Before noon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Self<br><br>She had seen dead bodies before, and all manners of injuries in the course of her work, so she wasn't initially too fazed at the prospect of encountering a couple of corpses. What she wasn't prepared for however, was the smell, and the grisly scene that met her surprised gaze. At the hospital, everything was sterile, disinfectant masking any unpleasant odors that may have been in the air. No such luck here. The moment Gracie edged her way into the room the smell hit her like a truck, so badly that she almost turned and left immediately. And it had probably been many times worse for Toffee, who seemed caught between following the girl into the apartment and running away. "Stay." Gracie ordered, covering her mouth and nose with her shirt as she made her way into the apartment, trying her best not to look at the bodies before her.<br><br>A quick search of the place turned up little of use, and Gracie chose to only take the gun and bullets. She was already weighed down by the stuff she had with her, and resolved to keep only what was absolutely necessary. The blonde could not leave the vicinity quickly enough once she had gotten what she needed from the place, and sped down the stairs of the apartment building and out onto the street, Toffee in tow. Her car was parked right out front, an old red hatchback handed down to her from her brother. Dumping most of her stuff into the back seat, Gracie let Toffee into the passenger's side before climbing in herself. <br><br>"Oh, god." The girl groaned, rubbing her face with both hands as she found herself unable to get the images from earlier out of her head. It wasn't till a few moments later that she realized that Toffee had placed his head in her lap, and act which managed to draw a small smile from Gracie, despite her current emotional state. "Thanks," she sighed placing a hand on his head and scratching between the ears. A few moments later, the pair were off, driving down the now empty streets. Gracie figured that she'd head down towards the sea, where the tourist spots used to be. With the number of restaurants there, chances are that she'd be able to find some food, head back to the apartment and hole up once again. It wasn't much of a plan, but it was all she had at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>11-08-2014, 22:42:09</strong>
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				Thanks to the practice from her various post-apocalyptic store runs, Gracie was fairly adept at winding her car through the streets of San Francisco without hitting any abandoned vehicles or shambling dead. She managed to make it about a mile from the touristy area of the piers before noticing the shuffling hordes growing more dense up ahead. It was to be expected, really. That area of town was always full and lively, so of course it would remain densely populated by those unfortunate enough to be in the trampling crowds when people started eating each other. Swerving around the groups or attempting to ram straight through were equally dangerous propositions, and the idea of fighting or sneaking her way around was even more so.<br><br>The crowded nature and structural damage of the area would have made it as difficult to navigate as it was dangerous, had Gracie not possessed the rare gift of photographic memory. With a mere thought, she could recall the pier as it once was, with tourist families politely maneuvering around each other when not stopping to gawk at street performers or various novelty shops. She could remember where to find all of her favorite restaurants and stores, if only there was an easy way to get to them. The path of least resistance seemed to be the back door that all such businesses possessed. The young survivor wouldn't have to walk down the busy pier itself, but she would have to navigate and possibly fight through the narrow alleyways that ran between and behind the businesses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>12-08-2014, 08:45:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/27zasyu.png)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's wharf, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Self<br><br>Upon seeing the mass of walking corpses in the distance, Gracie puffed out her cheeks and let out a huff. She didn't really expect to see anything else, but deep down in some corner of her mind there had always been the hope that things would be better than they actually turned out. "I guess that's why they say hope for the best, and prepare for the worse, huh?" The blonde said, turning to Toffee. Pulling up by the sidewalk, Gracie killed the engine of the car and took stock of the situation. She very briefly considered turning the car around and just heading for home, but quickly dismissed the notion. No, that would have been too easy. Besides, the number of infected around probably meant that not so many people would attempt to raid the area, meaning a better chance at finding food and supplies, things that she desperately needed.<br><br>Making up her mind up to try and sneak into one of the restaurants through the back, Gracie grabbed her bag and emptied it to make more room for the things she'd find, taking with her only what was necessary. She slung her small quiver of arrows on her back along with her bag, before loading the gun she found and tucking it in the back of her jeans, hoping that she wouldn't have to use it. "Alright. Wish me luck!" She chirped, trying to sound optimistic as she scratched Toffee between the ears and left the safety of the car, only for the dog to start going crazy the moment she did, pawing at the window and whining.<br><br><em>Of course.</em> Gracie sighed. She'd found Toffee abandoned in a car, and his anxiety was understandable. The girl unlocked the car and let him out the side rubbing his neck to try and get him into a calmer state. "You can come, but you gotta be quiet alright? And stay close to me." Gracie said, leaning in close to the dog. "Come on then," she added, starting down towards the maze of alleyways that ran behind the shops with her bow in hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>12-08-2014, 10:14:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> James Green<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br>Last day, his shelter had been overrun. And he had been quite careful about keeping those shamblers from following him there. And it was a really good place too. Then again, he had all his belongings at hand, ready to be grabbed for departure. But he would miss the view over the bay. It was a really good one. James was moving at a relaxed jog through the streets, a smile on his lips, avoiding the shamblers. And just keep running whenever they noticed him. He was faster anyway. He did miss his MP3 player, but that thing was gone for a few days, and it wasn't like his running music could just be found on any other player. But beyond that, all things considered, life was amazing.<br><br>And then a horde came into view and he was torn from his musings. Quickly stopping and blindly sidestepping into a nearby alley. His chest was breathing heavy as he glanced around the corner. Good, they had not noticed him. He turned back to check out the alley and saw nothing, but he heard rapid scratching and whining coming from down further down that path.<br><br>"Shit." he cursed out loud, dogs were even more trouble than shamblers were. <em>"Shit."</em> he thought as he glanced into the streets again, hoping that the zombies had not heard him curse. Most dogs were fairly cool still around humans. But to them, especially the smaller yapping ones, humans meant food. And they'd make a ruckus drawing the shamblers over.<br><br>"Shit." he whispered more soft as he glanced for another escape route.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>14-08-2014, 23:03:02</strong>
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				Toffee's desperate whines with a few sharp barks intermingled were the last thing Gracie needed at that particular moment. Straggling zombies from both ends of the street turned towards her and began their gradual approach. Getting into the car and driving home would be easy enough if she did so right away, but that would mean leaving empty-handed and having to wrangle an already nervous dog back into the vehicle. Besides that, the alleyway she was gunning for didn't look too bad. Just three walkers, as opposed to the dozen that seemed to be pouring out of every other side street. If she could get where she was going and hole up for a bit, the crowd would likely disperse over time, giving the survivor a chance to get back to her car.<br><br>Meanwhile, James' day was getting a bit more complicated. Zombies are easy to run past, sure, but they tend to follow behind and block passages already taken. This meant the only way out of his current hiding spot was toward the noise that had the aggro train of undead behind him shuffling even more desperately down the alley. Rushing through the horde may have been possible at that moment, but it would require a lot of faith in both his armor and his abilities. Out in the street, there would be more room to run around and seek an opening in the gathering crowd. That, or find a weapon and fight his way through.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>14-08-2014, 23:52:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/27zasyu.png)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's wharf, Alleyway, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Self<br><br>It took nips with her fingers just under Toffee's collar, but Gracie managed to calm the dog back into a more manageable state. "Thank you, Cesar." She whispered, recalling the handy technique used in episodes of the Dog Whisperer she'd watched. With one problem out of the way, the girl could turn her attention to more pressing matters, namely the many staggering corpses now headed in her direction. Gracie glanced around, quickly sizing up her options. When she saw the mostly empty alley, her choice became a lot simpler. "Come on," she hissed at Toffee, giving him a couple of taps to get him to follow along as she ducked into the alley, stopping as soon as she was out of sight of the shambling horde to size up the few standing between her and a few doors.<br><br>Gracie considered trying to duck past the zombies, but that task was not quite so straightforward, especially when she had to keep Toffee by her side. Besides, there was always the chance she'd get grabbed or clawed trying to make her way past. It was then that she decided to take them out of the equation and leave her path clear. Three well-placed arrows to the head, it sounded simple enough, in Gracie's mind. "Sit." She instructed Toffee, reaching behind her back for an arrow at the same time and nocking it on the bowstring. The girl took a deep breath and recalled her father's lessons, holding it in as she drew the bow back, her blue hues focused on the closest shambler, lining up a head shot.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d10, adding 2to the total<br>Comment: Initiative roll<br>Result: 10,<br>Total: 12<br><br>Roll Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d10, adding 6to the total<br>Comment: Aim roll 1, Round 1<br>Result: 2,<br>Total: 8<br><br>Roll Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d10, adding 6to the total<br>Comment: Aim roll 2, Round 2<br>Result: 9,<br>Total: 15<br><br>Roll Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d10, adding 6 to the total<br>Comment: Attack roll 1, Round 2<br>Result: 9,<br>Total: 15 = <strong>HIT</strong><br><br>Roll Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d8<br>Comment: Damage roll 1, Round 2<br>Result: 5,<br>Total: 5x2=10x3=30 (Piercing, head), 1 Zombie down<br><br>Roll Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d10, adding 6to the total<br>Comment: Aim Roll 3, Round 3<br>Result: 5,<br>Total: 11<br><br>Roll Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d10, adding 4to the total<br>Comment: Attack roll 2, Round 3<br>Result: 4,<br>Total: 8 = <strong>MISS</strong><br><br>Roll Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d10, adding 6to the total<br>Comment: Aim roll 4, round 4<br>Result: 6,<br>Total: 12<br><br>Roll Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d10, adding 4to the total<br>Comment: Attack roll 3, round 4<br>Result: 2,<br>Total: 6 = <strong>MISS</strong><br><br>Roll Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d10, adding 6to the total<br>Comment: Aim roll 5, round 5<br>Result: 4,<br>Total: 10<br><br>Roll Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d10, adding 3to the total<br>Comment: Attack roll 4, round 5<br>Result: 9,<br>Total: 12 = <strong>HIT</strong><br><br>Roll Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d8,<br>Comment: Damage roll 2, round 5<br>Result: 6 x 2= 12x3= 36 (piercing, head) 2 zombies down<br><br>Roll Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d10, adding 6to the total<br>Comment: Aim roll 6, Round 6<br>Result: 6,<br>Total: 12<br><br>Roll Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d10, adding 4to the total<br>Comment: Attack roll 5, Round 6<br>Result: 6,<br>Total: 10 = <strong>HIT</strong><br><br>Roll Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d8<br>Comment: Damage roll 3, Round 6<br>Result: 5,<br>Total: 5x2=10x3=30 (piercing,head) 3 Zombies dead.<br></div></div><br><br>Releasing the string on her bow, Gracie let loose an arrow, sending the projectile whistling through the air before burying itself into the skull of the nearest zombie, sending it crumpling to the floor while the other two continued staggering towards her. Reaching behind her back for another arrow, Gracie fired another shot, only to see it narrowly miss her target's head before clattering down the alley. "Shit." The girl cursed, as she lined up another shot, which turned out to be worse than the last, missing by some distance as the zombies closed the distance on her.<br><br><em>Focus, Grace, focus!</em> The blonde thought, taking in a deep breath as she lined up another shot, letting out a sigh of relief upon seeing it hit its mark, dropping another zombie. <em>Two down, one more to go.</em> Gracie made no mistake with her next shot, burying yet another arrow in the skull of the last remaining zombie, leaving the alley clear, at least for the time being. As much as she'd have liked to retrieve her arrows, the girl could hear the mass of zombies from the street closing in on the opening to the alley, which meant she was almost out of time.<br><br>"C'mon boy," Gracie said urgently, nudging Toffee in the side with her heel. She sprinted for the closest door, and pushed down on the handle, hoping that she wouldn't find it locked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>15-08-2014, 08:18:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> James Green<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's wharf, Alleyway, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Toffee<br><br>&nbsp;James took a deep breath. <em>"Gameplan, James."</em> he thought quite calm, as his eyes searched for another way out of this situation, not finding any that he would dare to cross, <em>"Run number four. Don't stop for anything that moves. No shamblers, no dogs."</em> He took another deep breath and reached into his bag, moving his hand around as he searched for what might be the last foil wrapped two-pack of hamburgers in the whole world. <em>"Lucky dogs."</em> he grinned at himself as he took one out the package and left the other inside, putting it back into his pack, hoping it would not shuffle around too much, and then in an afterthought broke the burger in two, putting half into his mouth and started chewing. They were still as disgusting as he remembered. Even a less picky appetite as a result of zombie apocalypse was not enough to change that. But then it was gone, and he took his third deep breath.<br><br><em>"Run number four. Don't stop for anything that moves."</em> he thought to himself as he started to run down the alley, away from the immediate threat of zombies, past a car that was clumsily parked there, past one zombie with an arrow stuck from it's head, and another, and a third. <em>"Dog! Shit!"</em> he realized when he saw the animal, eyes on it, careful, missing the girl near the door. "There, there." he said to the animal as soft as possible, but did not stop moving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 19:10:42</strong>
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				<strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's wharf, Alleyway, early afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie Evans, James Green<br><br>Luckily for Gracie, the door wasn't locked and she found herself stepping into the backroom of an old shop, though she couldn't quite tell what kind, just yet. The walls were lined with shelves of organized boxes and the air smelled like years of old cigarette smoke. When the bow-wielding young woman turned to check that Toffee was following, she saw him bark at something going by way too fast to be a zombie. She'd just encountered her first living person in entirely too long and he ran right past her. The dog was just as excited by this news as his human companion would likely be and it was obvious he'd be a handful to wrangle inside at this point.<br><br>James was making good time with his dash for safety. He'd made it into the alley before the growing crowd in the street could get close and even the dog he'd just ran past outside of an open shop would be hard pressed to keep up with him. Wait, an open shop! That would have to be safer than his situation just then, and they might have some supplies, too. It wasn't the athlete's only option, of course. There were branching paths that lead either to the impassable docks or a couple of side streets further from the coast. Straight ahead of him and right in the middle of one such exit was a walker that looked like it curled linebackers and ate whatever position James used to play. It wasn't the only way out, by any means, but it meant that slowing down enough to take a hard turn would be necessary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 20:46:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/27zasyu.png)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Alleyway, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Self<br><br><br>Gracie breathed a huge sigh of relief when the handle of the door offered no resistance, swinging open to reveal a dust room that seemed undisturbed for a good amount of time. “Bingo!” She exclaimed, happy to catch a lucky break. Though it would seem that her luck wouldn’t last for long as a couple of excited barks caused her to whirl around, slightly startled, before she manage to catch a glimpse through the doorway of what appeared to be a man dashing past at high speed. From the way things were shaping up, it looked like Toffee was just about to take off after him, the dog hopping around excitedly with his back arched and tail wagging furiously. <br><br>For a brief moment, it seemed like time stood still, then Gracie’s worst fears were realized as Toffee bounded after the man, barking madly at the same time. “Shit!” The blonde cursed, rushing out of the door after him without a second thought. “Toffee!” She yelled, paying no mind to her surroundings in her desperation to catch the dog’s attention, which she thankfully, succeeded in doing when he stopped short and turn around to face her with a goofy look on his face. “C’mere boy,” she called down the alley, using her free hand to pat her thigh a few times, the gesture enough to bring Toffee scampering back to her side.<br><br>“I’m going to have to get you a leash,” she muttered, grabbing hold of Toffee’s collar to keep him calm, leading him gently towards the open doorway as she glanced back up, to see where the running man had gone.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 21:08:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Alleyway, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie, Toffee<br><br>He was trying to think up a way to avoid the dog and get past the big thing that was blocking his immediate exit, when behind him, a woman yelled. That changed everything. As the big hulking thing started to move into his direction and the direction of the sound, closing of his immediate exits. And he hoped it was him or the dog the woman had been yelling for.<br><br>He turned around, and ran back to the store, seeing the source of the voice, holding the dog and realizing it was most likely the dog she addressed. "No time to argue!" he said as he ran toward the girl, but then past her and into the store whose door she opened, "There's a really really big one coming this way." James grabbed the door and held it, looking around quickly for something to make sure that the door would be blocked. "No time to waste, girl. Get your dog and get inside." he said to her, "Introductions can wait."
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 22:24:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Store backroom, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br><em>What really big one?</em> Gracie thought, her brow furrowing together in confusion. Then she saw a rather large silhouette rounding the corner and she had her answer. "Holy crap," the girl mouthed, stunned for a moment, before Toffee struggling a little against her grip on his collar jerked Gracie back into action. "C'mon boy, inside now.." she said soothingly, though there was a hint of urgency in her voice as she coaxed the dog into the musty smelling room. She backed herself against a wall, and got Toffee to sit by her feet, watching the man warily while he barricaded the door shut.<br><br>"So..." Gracie began awkwardly, after the pair were safe from the dangers outside. She regarded the strangely dressed man with her blue hued gaze, shifting her bow to her left hand while her right went behind her back, slender fingers closing around the grip of the revolver tucked under her shirt. Gracie had heard stories on the news, about how some people had started looting and turning on each other when things started to go crazy. The infected were at least, so far, predictable. People were not, and it was better to be safe than sorry.<br><br>"Uh- I'm Gracie."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>18-08-2014, 09:32:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Store backroom, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie, Toffee<br><br>The stupid shamblers were unrelenting once they gotten wind of you and he definitely needed some extra barricading to make sure this door was closed very good, in case the big one had noticed them. It was only then that he took his time to take a breather and glance around, even though still picking up something extra to keep his hands busy.<br><br>"Well, Gracie." he said as he looked over at her, checking her out, top to bottom, smiling with a bit of approval. He just couldn't help himself and the last survivors he encountered left the city to chance it in the wilds weeks ago. He did keep his hands busy though, as he had learned quickly that people were less inclined to hit you for checking them out. Or shoot you, he quietly hoped when he noticed the gun.<br><br>"No need to shoot me, Gracie." he said to her, as he rose up and avoided looking at her, and into the storeroom, "Did you check this place for shamblers .. zombies already. I'm James Green." His voice carried the tone of someone expecting to have that name recognized, even though he had no success with that, even when he played still.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>18-08-2014, 11:05:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Store backroom, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>A quirky expression flashed across Grace's features at the way the man had introduced himself. She'd never heard of the name before, although clearly by the way he had spoken she had been expected to. She figured that he must have been a professional athlete of some sort, a world that Gracie had completely no interest in, much to the dismay of her father and brother. The girl found herself a little surprised at how James had noticed that she had a gun hidden away, though she supposed that her actions were not exactly quite that subtle.<br><br><em>"Did you check this place for shamblers .. zombies already."</em><br><br>The man had said. Releasing her grip on the gun, Gracie smoothed out her shirt and pulled her hand back from behind herself. "No, I didn't." She said simply, shaking her head. "It's a good idea though.." Gracie continued her gaze flicking towards the door that led to the rest of the store. A store which Gracie still had no idea in regards to the sort of business they did. The girl could only hope that they would have at least a small supply of food, not forgetting her reason for making this trip in the first place. The blonde shifted her bow from her left arm to her right, feeling the former starting to ache a little as the effects of the rush of adrenaline started to wear off on her body.<br><br>"I suppose we should go check it out?" She asked, fixing her gaze on James. Gracie hoped that the man would offer to go through the door first, making it easier for her to keep an eye on him, though if he didn't, she figured she could still rely on Toffee to warn her if he did try anything, even if he seemed to be more excitable than usual today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>18-08-2014, 11:33:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time: </strong>Fisherman's Wharf, Store backroom, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie, Toffee<br><br>It wasn't so much he had noticed the gun, but he had encountered survivors before. And generally speaking all were initially distrustful. Even to a nice guy such as him. A girl with a bow, holding it in down, when encountering a strange man who could probably overwhelm her in moments, even with the dog present. Of course she had a gun. Else she wouldn't have been so calm.<br><br>"Ladies first" he said to her with a slight smile when he noticed the door leading out, and he moved closer, putting his hand against it, looking back at her. "I won't harm you. It's been weeks since last I saw a survivor. And I must say, I have been starting to talk with myself, and I don't really enjoy the conversations. All that guy can talk about is football and how crappy his life was before."<br><br>He then gave her a full smile and nodded. "So, are you ready ?" he asked, as carefully he used his hand to push open the door into the store itself, alert to both her and shamblers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>19-08-2014, 15:28:28</strong>
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				<strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Store backroom, early afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie Evans, James Greene<br><br>Upon opening the door, the two found themselves to be in what seemed to be a small electronic goods store. The walls were lined with cellphones, pads, and numerous accessories for both. The shelves were well-stocked, too, giving off the impression that the place had gone entirely unlooted.The front door, though largely made of thick glass, was closed and securely locked. All in all, it seemed that James, Gracie, and Toffee had a relatively safe haven from which to&nbsp; the undead tourists of Fisherman's Wharf through postered shop windows. While valuable in the days before, many of the store's goods would serve little purpose just then. <br><br>Outside, shuffling herds crowded the street. Some well-fed, some starved, some accidentally stumbling off of the piers and into the ocean. Passenger ships could be seen either still docked or not very far out at sea, probably indicating a number of failed evacuation attempts. One of the closer zombies spied James through the window and began its approach, only to bump into the clear door of the shop. It stood there in confusion after that point, simply watching the people inside go about their business.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>19-08-2014, 18:17:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Store backroom, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br><em>Did this guy just say that his life was better after everything went to shit?</em> Gracie thought, narrowing her gaze at James. She couldn't quite imagine what kind of life he must have led, but it wasn't her place to make any judgements. She wasn't exactly surprised at the suggestion for her to go through the door first either. "Alright, fine. C'mon boy," she said, beckoning for Toffee to follow her. The blonde shifted her bow back to her left hand and pulled out her gun, in case there was something waiting for her on the other side. Unlike the bow, the gun felt strange in her hand, and Gracie wasn't confident that she could actually hit anything with it.<br><br>Thankfully, Gracie didn't have to find out as she stepped through the door and into an empty shop, her relief at not finding any danger around the corner tempered by the fact that she found herself surrounded by useless electronics. "Damnit.." The girl cursed, shaking her head in disappointment. She turned back to look at James, only to find Toffee sniffing away at his feet. "Toffee!" She frowned. "Come here." Gracie said, calling the dog to her as she shook her head once more. <br><br>Tucking the gun away behind herself once more, Gracie set her bow down on a a few dusty laptops on display. "So - " The girl began, startled for a moment by the thud of a zombie walking into the door. "You have any bright ideas?" She asked, rubbing her face in frustration, unable to hide her disappointment at not finding any food, and stuck in a store with a stranger, surrounded by a horde of the undead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>21-08-2014, 04:50:21</strong>
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				<strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br><strong>Location</strong>: Gary Danko Backroom, Fisherman's Wharf<br><strong>Time</strong>: Present<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich<br><br><hr><hr><br>Before the Fall, Gary Danko had been <em>the</em> chef to go to on the San Fran waterfront.&nbsp; Big bankers, corporate executives, media stars, and the odd payday yuppie had all made pilgrimages to his temple on the Fisherman's Wharf, offering tribute in the form of buying overpriced Mediterranean cuisine.&nbsp; He got rich, and they collected another cocktail party story to appease their egos and improve their social standing.&nbsp; His food wasn't even that bad.&nbsp; The spice was lacking, and there were always too many vegetables, but his dishes had a certain satisfying composition to them.&nbsp; Gary Danko may not have earned his godlike reputation, but he had certainly been a decent chef.&nbsp; Now...<br><br>Rich nudged one $400 leather shoe with his own $20 Reebok runner, grimacing behind the Lysol wipe he had pressed to his mouth and nose.&nbsp; The foot inside of it had swelled grotesquely, bulging the fine leather outward into a ludicrous shape.&nbsp; A foul black liquid with the consistency of gritty pine tar had leaked from the opening of the shoe, coagulating into an oblong pool around the rotting left calf of Gary Danko.<br><br>The calf, which wasn't connected to nothing besides the foot rotting inside the leather shoe, was at least three weeks gone.<br><br>"No more than a fuckin' month though," Rich muttered irritably.&nbsp; His stomach was cramping from hunger, and his sinuses burned with the overwhelming scent of Lysol.&nbsp; Powerful as it was in covering up odors, the air was nonetheless laced with cloying putrescence.<br><br>He stepped over the limb gingerly, then over the other leg with its exposed femur.&nbsp; This one was actually still attached to the torso, which was scrunched in the corner like a discarded child's toy.&nbsp; Given the deep gashes along the chest, the ripped out throat, and the gnaw marks on the distal femur, Rich figured it was a dog that had done the deed.&nbsp; Maybe two of them.&nbsp; Zombies, surprisingly, were not nearly so messy with their feeding.&nbsp; They usually didn't have the strength to literally rip a man limb from limb, at least not on their own, and they didn't gash all over the body.&nbsp; Plus, the fact that Gary Danko was in the advanced stages of decomposition and not up and walking around was a dead give way.<br><br>"Heh, I'm just too good," Rich said with a chuckle, leaving Gary Danko slumped at the entrance to the kitchen.&nbsp; He didn't look back.<br><br>The restaurant, appropriately named Gary Danko, was a ritzy place, all fine furniture and fancy artwork and wide open spaces.&nbsp; Most of the dining area had been compromised -- several windows were missing, and the doors were a mound of splinters, twisted wood, and burnt metal -- but a surprisingly efficient barricade separated the kitchen and an upper dining balcony from the mess below.&nbsp; It was here Gary Danko had died, and it was here that Rich was going to score big.&nbsp; Some militia or gang had claimed the restaurant, only to move on.&nbsp; Gary Danko had moved back in a while later, only to get mauled by some dogs who had found their way in.&nbsp; By then, San Fran was essentially a deserted warzone, especially down here where the zombies were thick.&nbsp; The nonperishables should be mostly intact: rice, oats, canned food (not that a place like this would have a significant amount of canned beats), potatoes, and so on.<br><br>Rich had been casing Gary Danko for a week now, and had finally made his move.<br><br>As he ducked into the storeroom behind the row of ovens, Rich hoped it wouldn't turn out to be a waste of time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 03:19:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/5922/VIe3Hv.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Rose O'Phelan<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gary Danko restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf.&nbsp; Early afternoon.<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Steel blue tank top under oversized dark gray T-shirt, dark jeans, brown North Face women's Storm Mid WP, backpack.<br><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rich Han, open.<br><br>The Wharf used to be one of Rose's favourite places to visit, but that was <em>before</em>.&nbsp; Everything was either <em>before</em> or <em>after</em> now, and no one needed to ask before or after <strong>what</strong>.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was taking a risk going there, sometimes the area was overrun with zombies.&nbsp; It had good potential though - lots of restaurants, hotels, and shops.&nbsp; Already looted, sure.&nbsp; Not everyone was looking for the same things, items were overlooked or dropped in the rush...&nbsp; Or at least that's what she was hoping.<br><br>Taking a circuitous route, she approached the formerly way too posh for her budget restaurant.&nbsp; Kind of conceited, naming a restaurant after yourself, but it did take care of figuring out what the heck to call it.&nbsp; When the shambling herds had enough if a gap, Rose carefully picked her way through the debris in the main seating area.&nbsp; <br><br>There could still be some decent knives in the kitchen, and a small pot for boiling water would come in handy.&nbsp; As she made her way to the back, the smell of decomp hit her.&nbsp; She paused for a moment, considering the fact that she was relieved by the odor since it meant whoever the deceased was he or she were no longer a threat.&nbsp; She shook her head, made the sign of the Cross, and said a brief prayer in her head for the soul of the victim.<br><br>Once more Rose began stepping around or over the debris.&nbsp; Then she heard a noise from further in and froze.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 09:33:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time: </strong>Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie, Toffee<br><br>Letting her go in first had two sensible ideas. First she was the one with the gun. And he had seen that movie. Second, it gave him a good chance to take a look from behind and he grinned at what he saw. And the second sensible idea was that zombies had a one track mind, and it was easier to tackle one not focused on taking a bite out of him.<br><br>The dog was almost a bit too affectionate, but then James realized why and dug in his pocket, taking out the half burger he had in his pocket, now smushed, but still good enough to eat. "Do you mind if I bribe your companion ?" he asked, holding his hand out, closed to the dog, not letting him get to the goodness in his hand, but waiting for Gracie to say it was alright, "I've always been too busy for dogs before. And now, well, you're lucky this one seems to be sweet in nature."<br><br>He glanced around the store, even as he had the conversation with Gracie. Computers and supplies. That made the store itself a bust, but perhaps they were lucky. Maybe the store had some of it's 'additional insurance' left underneath the counter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 18:41:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Store backroom, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>Gracie's brow furrowed together as she noted the food - and the source of attraction to Toffee in James' hand. The girl could not help but feel a small twinge of jealousy at seeing her companion seemingly ignore her, for the moment anyway. "Yeah sure, whatever." She said, the tiniest hint of irritation in her voice. She figured that it would at least allow her to save a little food, and that was in no way a bad thing. "Just make sure it doesn't have any onions and stuff," Gracie added.<br><br>Turning her back on the pair, Gracie began to walk around the store, brushing the dust off of a sleek laptop that she had once coveted. "Always wanted one of these," she sighed under her breath, shaking her head as she continued to check out the rest of the place, bending down low to check the cupboards under the various displays for anything of use, only to find herself continually disappointed. The blonde shot one glance over at Toffee and James, as she made her way over to the last part of the store she had yet to check. Climbing over the counter, Gracie hopped down onto the other side and began to rummage through the various drawers and cupboards, hoping to find at least something that would be worth the trouble of coming all the way out here.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Perception Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Gracie Evans rolled: 1d10, adding 5to the total<br>Comment: Perception roll 1d10+Notice 2+3<br>Result: 3,<br>Total: 8<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 19:58:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time: </strong>Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie, Toffee<br><br>Even as he fed the dog, his eyes feasted on the girl's posterior with a smile, barely realizing the animal slobbered all over his hand in the sheer joy of being given the treat of a half burger. Before she shot her glance, he had torn his gaze away and was scanning the place for anything that could make a proper weapon. Once Toffee had finished cleaning up his fingers, he gave the animal's chin a good rub and then moved on to the counter himself, searching there.<br><br>Gracie had reminded him that zombies were not the real threat in these times, but humans were. So far he had been lucky with the few survivors he encountered, but he suspected as times got dire, his luck could run out. "Where are you from ?" he asked, even as he searched the counter, hoping to find something of value there, at least disappointed he didn't find any guns there, nor in the drawer of the register, "Since we're probably stuck here for a little. I think I still hear the big one shuffling about in the back."
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 08:58:57</strong>
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				<strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Electronics Store, early afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie Evans, James Greene<br><br>The relative safety of the seaside electronics store gave James and Gracie plenty of time to get around and get to know each other. Admittedly, a new laptop would have been cool to have, but the lack of internet in Gracie's apartment would have made it way too much trouble to set up. What she <em>could </em> find some use for was one of the home security cameras in the front desk display case. The box explained that it works by connecting wirelessly to a USB devide from up to 50' away. James was looking for something a bit more offensive, however, and didn't make off too badly. Amidst the various lighting gadgets and flashlights was a full-sized Maglite. The kind favored by mall security that almost looks like a mace.<br><br>(Found: 1 home security camera, 1 Maglite heavy flashlight, all the batteries for each you can carry.)<br><br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Gary Danko Backroom, early afternoon.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rich Han, Rose O'Phelan<br><br>Rich's assumptions were pretty much accurate. Rice, oats, flour, and even dry beans were plenty in the restaurant's storeroom. A few of the bags were still untouched by rats, who were just having the time of their lives after humans found a much more dangerous infestation to worry about. The canned food was all safe, but that mostly consisted of broths and sauces. Decent nutrition in a pinch, but not very filling on their own. A peek into the kitchen would show Rose no movement, save for the odd cluster of rodents or insects. The equipment she had hoped for was present in abundance, thanks to the dangerous nature of the restaurant's location. Knives, pots, and most any sort of cooking ware were hers for the taking.<br><br>(Found: 1 week worth of cookable food, Various kitchen stuff.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 09:37:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Electronics Store, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>Gracie felt a nudge in the side of her calf, and realized that Toffee had returned to her side after having eaten his fill. The girl looked at him and wrinkled her nose, making a face at her companion before she returned to her search for something useful. "Colorado, I'm a student here." Gracie said curtly, distracted as she rummaged through the various compartments of the counter, before she remembered that the world had ended not too long ago. "<em>Was.</em> Was a student here." She sighed, just as something caught her eye - a box under the pane of glass at the front of the counter.<br><br>Pulling open the small door to the display case Gracie retrieved the box and studied it for a few moments. "Hmmm.." she murmured. The camera could turn out to be very useful, and provide an extra layer of security for her apartment. Assuming she could get back to her apartment. And there was still the issue of her dwindling food supplies yet to be solved. The girl let out another sigh, running a hand through her hair in frustration after she had slipped the box into her bag. Glancing over at James, she noted that the man had found what appeared to be a huge flashlight. Gracie raised an eyebrow at the size of the thing. <em>Who needs a light that big?</em> She thought, glancing down do see Toffee sitting at her feet, staring up at her with his tongue out. <em>Oh, now he wants attention. </em> She rolled her eyes, and flicked her gaze back to James.<br><br>"Once you're done admiring your new toy.." she began. "You have any ideas on how we're gonna get out of here? I have a car nearby, but we gotta go through the alley, or take the long way around.."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 10:34:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time: </strong>Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie, Toffee<br><br>"Let's split these up, they will come in very useful." James said, after having put the flashlight away, into his bag for now, as he would hang it from his belt later, and started picking up all the battery boxes that he could find and putting them onto the counter. For the moment he ignored the problem in the future at the problem right now. Division of loot.<br><br>"I knew this guy from Colorado once. Almost as big as the shambler outside. Mean linebacker too." he said, smiling, making a bit of smalltalk, as his hands moved to sort out the batteries, even the rare formats, splitting them equally, "But I've never been there myself. Wanted to, but things didn't work out that way. Well, maybe now I could go there. It's not like I have anything better to do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 10:58:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Electronics Store, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>Slightly miffed at how the man had seemingly ignored her question about getting out of the place, Gracie eyed the batteries the man had started to lay out on the counter. The girl took what she needed for the camera and slipped them into her bag, and ignored the rest. Having too many things in her bag would weigh her down. Gracie wasn't the strongest person to begin with, and she already had to lug around quite a few things, including her bow.<br><br>'Yeah, no idea what a linebacker is, but you do that..." The blonde said rather coldly, refusing to entertain any thoughts of home. She felt she might just break down if she allowed her mind to go there. No, she needed to keep focused on the task at hand - getting the hell out of this place. She began to move around the store, pacing the floor as she tried to think of a way out, before an idea popped into her head. Inspired, Gracie tried to turn on the laptops on display. She knew that they usually had music on them, and if she could get one to turn on, she might just be able to use it as a distraction and allow her to slip away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 12:22:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time: </strong>Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie, Toffee<br><br>"Football." he said to her, "Used to be pretty big before the zombie apocalypse. And you may not want to pass on the batteries. As soon as the grid fully dies, they're going to be worth a whole lot of food." His eyes looked at her and he realized she was getting a tad bit antsy, and he shook his head. "I'd stay for a bit longer. And not try to make too much noise. There was a whole horde in the street toward the tail end of your car, and there's still the big one, as well as those in front of the store. If you really want to get out, you need to relax just a little. Or is there someone waiting for your immediate return ?"<br><br>James was leaning at the counter, just keeping himself idly occupied by sorting the batteries into neat packages. The smaller rarer types of batteries he did immediately put into his duffel, the others he was still thinking about. "Just try to relax. The shamblers don't think too much either, and as long as it's Mr. Knocky over there bumping against the window, I don't think we're in any danger.&nbsp; And if it's food you're worried about..."<br><br>He tapped his duffelbag and grinned. "All my worldy belongings. So far the shamblers have overrun my hiding place three times, after the second I learned my lessons. Be ready to move or go extinct." he said and smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 21:28:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Electronics Store, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>"You mean the stuff the Europeans play? Yeah, that was pretty big, I guess." Gracie retorted as she fiddled around with the laptops on display. The one she had tried were all no good, and so the blonde moved over to another display, intent on trying those too. "No, no one waiting for me... just me and Toffee in the apartment." Gracie sighed, her shoulders slumped ever so slightly as she spoke. <br><br>As for the man's suggestion regarding the batteries, Gracie decided to take two boxes and left the rest on the counter. "Can't carry too much, I have a lot on me as it is, she said, motioning to the are where she had left her bag and bow. "All those batteries won't do you any good if the weigh you down and end up in you getting eaten." She added, speaking matter-of-factly. Casting a glance over the contents of James' bag, Gracie managed a little shrug of her shoulders. "Good for you, I guess, those should keep you going for awhile." She said.<br><br>A grimace spread across Gracie's features, as the frustration of waiting began to wear on her nerves. Finding a corner of the store, Gracie plopped herself down on her bottom and leaned against one of the display cabinets, staring out of the window at the hordes shuffling beyond. Toffee sensed the dark change in her mood, and padded over to Gracie, laying his head in her lap. As she stroked the back of Toffee's neck, Gracie knew that she had to make a move before it got dark, and attempt to get back home. Trying to do so without the benefit of daylight was probably suicide.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 22:13:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time: </strong>Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings (assortment of batteries and maglite).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie, Toffee<br><br><em>"The stuff Europeans play ..."</em> he wondered as he looked at her, his eyes growing big and shaking his head, then laughing heartily, assuming it was a joke on her side. "Good one there Gracie." he said in between remnant snickers at that, "So, besides an awesome body and a good sense of humor, what does a girl like you do in a place like this ? I mean, I only came here because of the shamblers. I was on my way to see if there was anything edible left in one of the many restaurants here. Perhaps if things clear up, we can bundle our efforts. That is, if you want."<br><br>After all, she was the one with the gun. Right now, that worried him more than the dog, especially considering how bad she seemed to be feeling about things. "And don't worry too much. The shamblers are persistent, but also very stupid and the big guy behind the building will soon have wandered on. Maybe not too far, but that leaves the street he came from free for us to escape from. And there's plenty of time till sunset."
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>24-08-2014, 02:57:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Electronics Store, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>Gracie knew that James had been talking about the kind of football played in <em>America</em>, of course. She may have had no interest in sports, but she wasn't ignorant. A light blush did spread across her cheeks at the compliment that James had paid her, causing Gracie to glance down for a fleeting moment in embarrassment. "Uh.. pretty much the same really.. I was running low on food an decided to head this way to see if I could find anything." The girl breathed a heavy sigh. "Real bright idea that turned out to be.." she grumbled.<br><br>Lifting her gaze, Gracie's eyes met James'. "Yeah I suppose you're right," she said, feeling a little bit more optimistic than she had been a few moments prior. "I just hate waiting around like this.. it wears away at the nerves.." she added, gritting her teeth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>24-08-2014, 10:12:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time: </strong>Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings (assortment of batteries and maglite).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie, Toffee<br><br>James was still smiling. "So, you think meeting another human being is a bad idea." he said to her, his smile never fading, mock indignation in his tone as he went about and picked out a large laptop bag, which in which he started to transfer some of the batteries and such, "Well thank you very much."<br><br>Then he winked at her. "I know waiting." he said to her, "But you have to know, that waiting means time to plan more survival. So, I was planning to hit a few restaurants, but come to think of it, that might just be the worst idea I ever had. Those would be among the first places to be hit by sensible looters. So, after this I think I'll head into that large apartment complex and see what people have stored there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>24-08-2014, 12:16:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/5922/VIe3Hv.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Rose O'Phelan<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gary Danko restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf.&nbsp; Early afternoon.<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Steel blue tank top under oversized dark gray T-shirt, dark jeans, brown North Face women's Storm Mid boots, backpack.<br><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rich Han, open.<br><br>Hearing nothing else, Rose continued on her mission to raid the kitchen.&nbsp; There were rats running around - that must have been what she heard.&nbsp; She scored several sharp, well-made knives and a small cooking pot; all but one of the knives she put inside the backpack.&nbsp; <br><br>She climbed up onto a counter to check out the top shelves, just in case there was something left up where it was difficult to reach.&nbsp; Once she was done, she decided to check further back in what she thought might be a storage area.&nbsp; Food would be nice to find, but matches or a lighter would be useful too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>24-08-2014, 19:36:12</strong>
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				<strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br><strong>Location</strong>: Gary Danko Backroom, Fisherman's Wharf<br><strong>Time</strong>: Present<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt, backpack<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich, Rose<br><br><hr><hr><br>Rich let out a soft sigh of relief as he cracked open the pantry door: the floor had a thick layer of dust on it.&nbsp; There were only two tracks of footprints, presumably made by the late Gary Danko's leather loafers, and a wide arc where the door's opening had swept the dust aside.<br><br>He took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darker room.&nbsp; Slowly, the lumps, ridges, and canyons of the rear wall resolved into metal racks and plastic bins, sacks of foodstuffs and stacks of metal cans.&nbsp; Rich's eyes widened, both from excitement and from nightvision.<br><br>"Jackpot," he hissed through a tight smile.&nbsp; There had to be enough food here to last him months.&nbsp; Longer, if he rationed properly.<br><br>His smile faded when he noticed the small, dark piles on the floor: moldy oats mixed with rat droppings.&nbsp; He muttered a curse under his breath and stepped forward to the rack.&nbsp; He ran his hands over one of the sacks, frowning at the soft, dimpled feel.&nbsp; He picked it up, feeling a shifting weight at one end and a patter on his right shoe.&nbsp; He looked down, watching as the oats filtered out of a gaping hole chewed in one corner of the burlap.&nbsp; Small black specks were mixed in with yellow and brown grains.<br><br>Face twisted in disgust, Rich dropped the bag and tried another.&nbsp; Same thing.<br><br>The third bag was full and intact, however, as were the next two after that.&nbsp; He grabbed them and slipped them into his backpack, then grabbed a couple of cans and tossed them in as well.&nbsp; After a few seconds of further searching, he found a bag of beans and added them to his growing store.&nbsp; He paused, considering, then added a second bag of beans and a small sack of flour.<br><br>His backpack now bulging with the foodstuffs, Rich slid it back on, tottering slightly as he found his new center of gravity.<br><br>And then he stopped cold.&nbsp; Something was moving, something inside the restaurant.&nbsp; Right there in the kitchen by the sound of it.<br><br>Every muscle in his body tensed as he listened.&nbsp; Whoever or whatever it was, it hadn't changed it's pace or rhythm, so it probably wasn't aware of his presence.&nbsp; What a stroke of luck!<br><br>In situations like these, Rich preferred stealth and evasion.&nbsp; At worst, he could knock someone off their feet and let his own carry him into the clear, but he loathed direct confrontation.&nbsp; Fights were messy.&nbsp; People were hurt, bones were broken, supplies stolen.&nbsp; They were difficult to predict and even harder to control.&nbsp; People were morons, and they often fought like them.&nbsp; This made it all the harder for him: it's impossible to predict what a fool will do.<br><br>Worst of all, fights were noisy, and noise was death.<br><br>His backpack's straps were pressing into his shoulders, putting a slight pressure on his chest.&nbsp; That wouldn't do.&nbsp; If things got rough, the weight would throw him off balance and restrict his breathing.&nbsp; He silently slid the backpack off and made his way to the entry of the pantry.&nbsp; If he was lucky, it would just be a random zombie.&nbsp; He had gotten what he came here for, so he didn't care if the place was overrun or not.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rich attempts to stealthily move to the entrance of the pantry and spot whoever or whatever's there.<br><br>Stealth roll: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=63490)<br>Note: Not sure I did it right.&nbsp; Double check for me Jr?</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>24-08-2014, 19:58:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Electronics Store, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>"N-no, I didn't mean that.." Gracie had stammered in response, looking flustered for a moment or two. "I Just heard stories.. you know? At least the zombies are predictable.. they're just gonna try and eat you. Other people though, they can be deceitful." The blonde shrugged her shoulders as she continued to stroke Toffee's neck, the soft, warm fur under her fingertips having a therapeutic effect on the girl. "Better safe than sorry, I guess." She said glumly.<br><br>The girl perked up a little at the mention of places where there might still be supplies, though she stopped short of offering to go along.&nbsp; "Yeah? That's cool... all I want to do right now is get home and lock myself in." Gracie said earnestly. "This is the longest I've been out in a long time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>24-08-2014, 22:08:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time: </strong>Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings (assortment of batteries and maglite).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie, Toffee<br><br>"People can be assholes, no amount of shamblers is going to change that." he said to her and then smiled warmly at her, "And I can see why a pretty girl like you is having a bit more of an issue with this, but you need to look into the future. And yes, there is going to be one."<br><br>He nodded for a moment as he put the duffel bag over his shoulder and looked at her seriously. "If you want, I can use backup for the raiding of those apartments." he said to her, "I'm not that good at 'quietly' opening doors. And well, as you may have noticed, I'm not armed."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>25-08-2014, 07:06:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/5922/VIe3Hv.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Rose O'Phelan<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gary Danko restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf.&nbsp; Early afternoon.<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Steel blue tank top under oversized dark gray T-shirt, dark jeans, brown North Face women's Storm Mid boots, backpack.<br><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rich Han, open.<br><br>Rose kept her new knife in hand as she walked towards what she hoped was storeroom of some sort or another.&nbsp; Once she checked that part of the restaurant she was going to get out of the building.&nbsp; There were hotels and nice apartment complexes nearby, she would have to scout them out a bit before deciding which was safer.<br><br>But for now, it was raid <em>Gary Danko's</em> time.&nbsp; No zombies inside so far, maybe they couldn't get reservations.&nbsp; Rose smiled at that thought.&nbsp; She still had to be careful though; no zombies didn't mean no danger.&nbsp; She checked the straps on her backpack and moved on - listening.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dice</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Rose OPhelan rolled: 1d10, adding 2to the total<br>Comment: <br>Result: 6, <br>Total: 8<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>25-08-2014, 16:24:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Electronics Store, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, red checkered flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>Gracie snorted a little at James' assertion that she should look into the future. "Yeah, I'll be sure to keep that in mind," the girl said, sounding more than a little jaded. Gracie knew the chances of her ever seeing her family again were slim to none, and any future without them in it probably wasn't one worth planning for. Still, Gracie clung on to whatever little hope she had left, and it was enough to keep her going from day to day, for the time being at least.<br><br>At the mention of her being armed, Gracie's gaze flicked momentarily to where she'd left her bow - on top of one of the displays in the middle of the store. The girl turned her head and gazed out the window for a few seconds, then breathed a sigh. "Sure.. I guess." She began, turning her attentions back to James. ""As long as you help me carry anything useful I can find back to my car after."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 06:11:44</strong>
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				<strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br><strong>Location</strong>: Gary Danko Backroom, Fisherman's Wharf<br><strong>Time</strong>: Present<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich, Rose<br><br><hr><hr><br>When he saw the woman approaching, knife in hand, a rapid series of thoughts flickered across his mind.&nbsp; His first impulse was to leap out and smash his impromptu blackjack into her temple, but that knife posed a serious threat to his well being.&nbsp; Best to avoid conflict with this one.&nbsp; Rich glanced around the storeroom, looking for a place to hide and finding none.&nbsp; The room was a stone cube with no nooks or crannies to hide himself entirely.&nbsp; <br><br>He couldn't fight and he couldn't hide.&nbsp; He could run... but no, he'd have to juke past her, since she was blocking his only exit, and that was a very long and sharp knife.&nbsp; Plus, he'd need to bring his backpack, and that'd slow him down too much.&nbsp; The woman's physique was tough to discern given her clothing, but the smooth and unconsciously confident way in which she moved indicated that she could easily catch up to him, especially weighed down as he was with all this food.<br><br>That left only two options: sit in here with his thumb up his ass and let her decide the outcome of their meeting, or put on the mask and play friendly until he was in the clear.<br><br>Two seconds after first spotting her from the crack where the storeroom door met the doorframe, Rich grabbed his backpack and hefted it onto his shoulders.&nbsp; He dragged it a bit across the stone floor, making sure she'd hear him.&nbsp; That way, if she had a gun or was some fucking knife-throwing ninja, he wouldn't be on the receiving end of a potentially deadly reflexive defense when she saw him.<br><br>Rich paused while he was still hidden from the woman and took a second to collect his thoughts.&nbsp; <em>Jumpy, nervous, endearing, vulnerable.&nbsp; Just like Mark.&nbsp; If she sees that as an opportunity, so be it.&nbsp; I have to count on her compassion, for now anyway.</em><br><br>With his mental mask in place, Rich casually rounded the doorway and came into clear view of the woman in the kitchen.<br><br>Rich stood a few centimeters taller than the woman.&nbsp; His clothing fit well and snug to his skinny frame.&nbsp; His somewhat drawn face, bearded and with a shock of black hair on top, seemed balanced on the end of a long pole.&nbsp; He allowed his eyes to widen in surprise, as if he was just seeing her for the first time.<br><br>"Oh shit!" he swore, stumbling backwards in apparent surprise.&nbsp; One hand grabbed for purchase on the door while the other rose in front of him, palm out toward the woman.&nbsp; The weight in his backpack pulled him off balance, and he let himself swing askew of the door before stabilizing.<br><br>Now he stood just inside the storeroom, feet wide, his right hand buried in the thigh pocket of his cargo pants.&nbsp; He licked his lips nervously.&nbsp; "Hey now, you're not planning on using that, right?" he asked anxiously, looking pointedly at the knife she held in her hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>27-08-2014, 22:31:59</strong>
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				Gracie snorted a little at James' assertion that she should look into the future. "Yeah, I'll be sure to keep that in mind," the girl said, sounding more than a little jaded. Gracie knew the chances of her ever seeing her family again were slim to none, and any future without them in it probably wasn't one worth planning for. Still, Gracie clung on to whatever little hope she had left, and it was enough to keep her going from day to day, for the time being at least.<br><br>At the mention of her being armed, Gracie's gaze flicked momentarily to where she'd left her bow - on top of one of the displays in the middle of the store. The girl turned her head and gazed out the window for a few seconds, then breathed a sigh. "Sure.. I guess." She began, turning her attentions back to James. ""As long as you help me carry anything useful I can find back to my car after."<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time: </strong>Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings (assortment of batteries and maglite).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie, Toffee<br><br>For a moment he wondered what happened to the girl. Then his wonder shifted to whether or not she misspoke. "If you can still get back to your car. Remember. There's a really big one back there in the alley." he said to her softly, "But yes, fair is fair. If we both do the work, we both get the rewards. That's how it works."<br><br>James sighed for a moment as he put his large duffelbag strap around his body, then picked up the laptop backpack filled with the batteries and put that on his bag too, just one arm through the straps and then he nodded. "Alright, I'm heading to the backroom again, and will open the door. Hopefully that big shambler isn't there." he said and rose to his feet to move to the backdoor, waiting for the girl to join him, hand on the door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>28-08-2014, 05:10:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/5922/VIe3Hv.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Rose O'Phelan<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gary Danko restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf.&nbsp; Early afternoon.<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Steel blue tank top under oversized dark gray T-shirt, dark jeans, brown North Face women's Storm Mid boots, backpack.<br><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rich Han, open.<br><br>This time Rose was sure she had heard movement.&nbsp; Not a lot if noise though, so it could be rats or a cat.&nbsp; She frowned.&nbsp; <em>Or a dog, or maybe a raccoon?&nbsp; Probably not a zombie; indoors with all this stuff, they weren't exactly quiet.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>She took a sudden step back when the man appeared, easily keeping her balance even if she was definitely surprised.&nbsp; He acted just as surprised, stumbling into the door to keep his balance.&nbsp; He was a bit taller than Rose.&nbsp; He was skinny, but his clothing fit well.&nbsp; He didn't look or sound threatening, but...<br><br>"I'm not <strong>planning</strong> on stabbing anyone, no.&nbsp; I'd feel better if you took your hand out of your pocket though."&nbsp; She lowered the hand holding the knife so it hung by her leg.&nbsp; "I'm Rose.&nbsp; I'm glad to see another actual person of the non-undead variety."&nbsp; <br><br>The brunette smiled; she looked younger when she smiled.&nbsp; She really was genuinely happy to meet someone who was both not a zombie and not - at first glance - bat crap crazy.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>28-08-2014, 05:25:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Electronics Store, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, red checkered flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>The prospect of finally moving along both excited and worried Gracie in equal measure. On one hand, she was glad to be back on her feet, and eager to get out of the store. But on the other, there was the problem of that huge zombie to deal with, bigger than any she'd ever encountered before. "Aright," the girl said, picking herself up off the ground after having gently pushed Toffee off her lap. She slung her bag on her back and picked up her bow, motioning for Toffee to join her as she followed James into the backroom.<br><br>When she saw James place a hand on the door, Gracie reached behind her back and pulled out an arrow, nocking it on her bow. "Sit.." she whispered, tapping Toffee's haunch with her heel as she nodded at James and drew the string back. She wasn't sure what good an arrow would do against a zombie that large, but she trusted the bow a lot more than she did her gun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>28-08-2014, 07:30:21</strong>
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				<strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br><strong>Location</strong>: Gary Danko Backroom, Fisherman's Wharf<br><strong>Time</strong>: Present<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich, Rose<br><br><hr><hr><br>She didn't turn and run, nor did she lunge forward.&nbsp; Her reaction was surprisingly muted, indicating a good amount of self-confidence or self-control.&nbsp; Not a surprising piece of insight, given that those without some modicum of willpower hadn't lasted long after the Fall.&nbsp; Still, it was good to know that she wasn't a thug out looking for an easy mark.<br><br>Mark.&nbsp; Heh.<br><br><em>"I'm not <strong>planning </strong>on stabbing anyone, no.&nbsp; I'd feel better if you took your hand out of your pocket though."</em><br><br>Rich put on a trembling, hesitant smile.&nbsp; "Alright, fair enough.&nbsp; Slowly now..."&nbsp; He withdrew his hand from his pocket with the fingers splayed and palm forward, his movements steady and precise.&nbsp; He widened that nervous smile a bit more, as if to say, "See?&nbsp; No weapon.&nbsp; I'm safe."&nbsp; He actually had no weapon in the pocket, just his pack of stale smokes and a lighter.&nbsp; The blackjack was wrapped in its cord in his rear right pocket, ready to whip out like the six-shooter of a cowboy from some spaghetti western.&nbsp; After showing her that his hand was empty, he let it drop to his side.&nbsp; He had practiced "quick-drawing" the blackjack from a casual standing position, and was reasonably sure he could surprise her if she tried anything.<br><br><em> "I'm Rose.&nbsp; I'm glad to see another actual person of the non-undead variety."&nbsp; </em><br><br>"Likewise.&nbsp; My name's Mark," Rich said in a warm voice, hoping that he had struck a good balance between polite and harmless.&nbsp; "I, uh, well...&nbsp; I was just passing through and saw that this place looked abandoned.&nbsp; Turns out there's a decent stockpile of staple foods in the storeroom."&nbsp; He hooked his left thumb over his shoulder at the storeroom behind him, then snaked it beneath the strap of his backpack and gave it a perfunctory tug to show how weighed down it was.&nbsp; "I, uh, grabbed some, obviously.&nbsp; You don't have to mug me, there's plenty left for you as well."<br><br><em>You got this Rich, you got this</em> he thought to himself, the words icily cold in his mind.&nbsp; <em>You just have to bullshit your way out of the restaurant, and then you're in the clear and on your way back to good ol' Sunny Lane.&nbsp; If she tries anything, throw the backpack into her stomach and follow it up with the blackjack.&nbsp; Poor Gary Danko would probably want some company anyway.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>29-08-2014, 06:43:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/5922/VIe3Hv.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Rose O'Phelan<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gary Danko restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf.&nbsp; Early afternoon.<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Steel blue tank top under oversized dark gray T-shirt, dark jeans, brown North Face women's Storm Mid boots, backpack.<br><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rich Han, open.<br><br>Rose watched the man remove his empty hand from his pocket.&nbsp; She wasn't going to assume he was completely unarmed of course, that would be stupid.&nbsp; But so far everyone was being nice and polite.<br><br>"Nice to meet you, Mark."&nbsp; Then she tilted her head, puzzled.&nbsp; "Why would I try to <em>mug</em> you?&nbsp; There are always other places to raid, and I came in here looking for knives and a cooking pot.&nbsp; There are lots of those still in the kitchen if you want some too; I figured a small pot for boiling water might be useful.&nbsp; Oh!&nbsp; Did you notice any spices back there?&nbsp; I'm not a chef or anything, but it would be nice to add actual flavour to some of the food I've found since... Well, you know."&nbsp; <br><br>Stepping forward, Rose tried to make sure she didn't make Mark feel cornered or trapped.&nbsp; People didn't react well to that.&nbsp; She wondered if she should ask him to join her or not.&nbsp; It was tempting, having someone to travel with, but she had to be careful.&nbsp; <br><br>"Do you mind if I..."&nbsp; She gestured towards the door behind him.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>29-08-2014, 15:47:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time: </strong>Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings (assortment of batteries and maglite).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie, Toffee<br><br>"Don't shoot unless you absolutely have to. You still have three arrows in zombies outside." he said to her seriously, "And I really wouldn't want my protector to end up needing protection." He paused for a moment and glanced at Toffee and then back to Gracie.<br><br>"Alright, here's the plan. We move out of the door, quickly and quietly, to the right, away from where you parked that car. If we encounter that big one in front of him, drop him. If he's behind us, just keep moving. Shamblers are stupid and slow." James said softly as he looked at her, "Then there's the street, where we will be out in the open. So, before going in there, let's just look out for each other. Then rush across the street and into that apartment complex. Okay ?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>29-08-2014, 23:47:15</strong>
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				<strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br><strong>Location</strong>: Gary Danko Backroom, Fisherman's Wharf<br><strong>Time</strong>: Present<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt, backpack<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich, Rose<br><br><hr><hr><br>Rich smiled warmly as Rose began to ramble.&nbsp; The fact that she was talking so much was a good sign.&nbsp; It meant she was beginning to relax, seeing him less as a threat and more like another normal person just trying to survive.<br><br>"No, I didn't see any spices," Rich said.&nbsp; "But I wasn't really looking.&nbsp; I'm just here to grab the essentials."<br><br><em>"Do you mind if I..."</em><br><br>She gestured at the doorway he stood in.&nbsp; Rich was curious how'd she approach the pantry -- whether she'd try to shove him aside or ask him to move -- and was grateful that she'd opted for the more peaceful option.&nbsp; Rich sidestepped along the wall in response.&nbsp; He moved a safe distance away from the door, just out of arms reach.&nbsp; "All yours, Rose," he said.<br><br>Rich paused, unsure of how to continue.&nbsp; He could try and ambush her as she -- no, too risky.&nbsp; Did he just walk away?&nbsp; Wait for her to come out?&nbsp; Maybe she had something he could use, and they could trade, even if it's just information.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>30-08-2014, 06:05:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/5922/VIe3Hv.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Rose O'Phelan<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gary Danko restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf.&nbsp; Early afternoon.<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Steel blue tank top under over-sized dark gray T-shirt, dark jeans, brown North Face women's Storm Mid boots, backpack.<br><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mark aka Rich Han, open.<br><br>After Mark moved out of the doorway, Rose crossed to the back pantry - making certain she didn't completely turn her back on him.&nbsp; <em>It's not paranoia if there's a zombie apocalypse!</em>&nbsp; Once inside, she began to look for spices, packaged herbs, pepper, salt, and anything else that might be useful for food, as well as cocoa, baking chocolate, tea, coffee (or coffee beans), and sugar.&nbsp; Things that would be useful trade goods as well as for personal use.&nbsp; <br><br>While she was searching, she called out to Mark.&nbsp; "Do you want to wait and leave with me? I won't be long, and it may be safer to get out of the area together."&nbsp; She'd done all right so far alone, but it really might be better if they left the restaurant together.&nbsp; Or at the same time - to draw the attention of the zombies in two directions.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>05-09-2014, 23:40:39</strong>
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				<strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Electronics Store, early afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Greene, Gracie Evans<br><br>Upon opening the door, James and Gracie found nothing in front of it. A cautious peek outside would reveal very little movement outside. It seemed that the horde had moved on in the time the two had spent talking The three bodies that Gracie had dropped were still there, her arrows unattended and ripe for the plucking. Beyond them, part of her car could be seen in the middle of the street. A zombie of regular size seemed to be loitering around behind it, just standing around and staring into the space in front of itself. At the other end of the alley stood the musclebound cannibal from before, now surrounded by a small pile of battered and broken corpses. Almost as though the thing was displaying territorial behavior, even toward other shamblers. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>06-09-2014, 17:31:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Alley, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, red checkered flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>Gracie wrinkled her nose a little at James' words, though she held her tongue as he opened the door. <em>Drop the big one he said. I wish it were that easy</em>, the girl thought, peeking her head outside the door with her bow at the ready. Seeing that the alley was mostly empty, Gracie allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief, relaxing her grip on the string of her bow as she lowered the weapon. "It's clear.. mostly anyway," she whispered, not wanting to attract any unnecessary action as Toffee padded out to join her in the alley.<br><br>Taking several glances at both ends of the alley, Gracie could see her car at one end, at the big walker at the other. it was pretty easy for her to figure out which option she preferred. Placing her boot on one of the zombies she felled for leverage, Gracie grimaced as she pulled her arrow out by the shaft. "Ugh, gross.." she groaned as the projectile slipped free, making a squishing noise along the way, before proceeding to do the same with the other two. having retrieved the arrows, Gracie turned to face James.<br><br>"My car's right there.." she said, thumbing over her shoulder. "We could get out of here right now.."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>07-09-2014, 21:13:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time: </strong>Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings (assortment of batteries and maglite).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie, Toffee<br><br>"Why do those shamblers never do what you're expecting them to do." James muttered softly, his tone actually a tad amused, as he himself made a point of the situation, and waited for Gracie to retrieve her arrows, although that wasn't by the plan they had just agreed on. Besides, he'd need to food he'd find there. Not that he'd starve right away, but he was homeless at the moment.<br><br>"And then go where ?" he asked Gracie after she asked her question of him, then actually smiling broadly, "Your place ? It's been some time since I heard that. Still the offer is enticing." His tone was cheerful, and actually mostly serious, but there was a good cheer to it as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>11-09-2014, 02:08:29</strong>
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				<strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie Evans, James Greene<br><br>As the two made small talk and Gracie recovered her ammunition with only a couple of the walking dead in sight, it almost seemed like a normal day from the times before. Just a chance encounter with a cute stranger while you're out picking up batteries. The peaceful atmosphere was dampened somewhat when the noise of their conversation drew some unwanted attention. The big guy was far enough away that they could easily pile into the car and leave before it came within striking distance. The two would have to get past the smaller one first, though, and it was already making its way closer at a rate that left several seconds to plan their next move.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>11-09-2014, 03:05:42</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">[[OOC: Woops, thought we were waiting on Jr to post what Rose found in the pantry.&nbsp; Didn't realize I was up.&nbsp; Sorry for the delay!]]</span><br><br><br><strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br><strong>Location</strong>: Gary Danko Backroom, Fisherman's Wharf<br><strong>Time</strong>: Present<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt, backpack<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich, Rose<br><br><hr><hr><br>Rich waited outside the pantry as Rose entered, resisting a sudden, inexplicable urge to slam the door shut and bar it from the outside.&nbsp; That was a stupid idea; there was nothing suitable sturdy to bar the door with, and besides, it opened inwards.<br><br><em>"Do you want to wait and leave with me? I won't be long, and it may be safer to get out of the area together."</em><br><br>"Sure, makes sense," Rich said agreeably, and then bit his balled fist so hard he almost broke the skin around the knuckles.&nbsp; <em>Why the hell did you just say that?!</em> he screamed at himself.&nbsp; <em>You fucking moron.&nbsp; Are you so weak-willed that you can't turn down company, even if--</em><br><br>He cut the rambling, shrieking, sniveling voice off with a simple question.&nbsp; "Anyone else with you?" he asked amiably, not sure what answer he was hoping for.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>12-09-2014, 05:31:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/5922/VIe3Hv.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Rose O'Phelan<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gary Danko restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf.&nbsp; Early afternoon.<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Steel blue tank top under over-sized dark gray T-shirt, dark jeans, brown North Face women's Storm Mid boots, backpack.<br><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mark aka Rich Han, open.<br><br>"No, no one else with me," Rose replied from the pantry.&nbsp; She was taking another risk, admitting that she was alone, but if he waited and left with her it would be pretty obvious.&nbsp; &nbsp;"How about you?"<br><br>She kept up her search while they spoke, not wanting to take more time than necessary.&nbsp; It was a good thing that nothing she wanted here was big or bulky.&nbsp; It didn't pay to weigh yourself down when you always needed to be ready to run.&nbsp; With a sigh, she decided it was best to go.&nbsp; Rose packed her new finds in her pack, hoisting it onto her back and shoulders again as she exited the pantry.&nbsp; <br><br>"All sorted.&nbsp; If you're done here I'm ready to leave.&nbsp; You're not obligated to stick with me once we get out safely, I understand if you want to be on your own.&nbsp; My plan - if it lasts - is to look for places with high end locks that other people couldn't muscle their way through."&nbsp; <br><br>She waited for Mark, unsure if he wanted anything else from the kitchen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>13-09-2014, 18:53:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Alley, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, red checkered flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>"I wasn't offering <em>anything</em>," Gracie wrinkled her nose as she made a face at James. She had been so excited to finally be out of that store and the sight of her car had made her temporarily forget about her deal with the man to accompany him on his supply raid. "Fine, let's do it. A deal's a deal, just remember to help me bring everything back car once we're done."<em> If we even make it that far.</em> The girl thought, but she had little other choice but to follow along. She was desperately low on food herself, and this represented a good chance as any other to re-supply.<br><br>"Let's get a move on then," she told James, turning on her heels as she made her way towards the mouth of the alley, bow drawn and ready to drop the solitary zombie standing there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>15-09-2014, 22:37:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time: </strong>Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings (assortment of batteries and maglite).<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie, Toffee<br><br>"Even so, the offer was still enticing." James said, smiling a little at her and her reaction. He did for a moment look at her, wondering if it was just rejection, or perhaps just shock at the blatant comment, but left it aside once she reminded him of the deal and his part in it.<br><br>James nodded and moved quickly almost like a predator, but once close enough to the zombie, he made just enough noise to draw it's attention, hopefully the girl was a good shot. If not, he just had to run a little faster.<br><br>"Get it." he shouted in a hushed tone, once he had it's attention and the disgusting thing turned into his direction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>23-09-2014, 23:43:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">[[OOC: I have no excuse, apologies.]]</span><br><br><strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br><strong>Location</strong>: Gary Danko Backroom, Fisherman's Wharf<br><strong>Time</strong>: Present<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt, backpack<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich, Rose<br><br><hr><hr><br><em>So she is alone</em>.<br><br>It was the answer he had expected, although not the one he hoped for.&nbsp; It meant one of two things: either she was telling the truth, or this was a two-man mob-job.&nbsp; He was familiar with the latter, having run a similar con a few months before.&nbsp; The trick was to lull someone into a false sense of security by mirroring their vulnerability, and then ambush them with an unexpected and hidden partner.&nbsp; Bash a head, then loot a body.<br><br>Rich had never actually done either part.&nbsp; The first time he and Angie had tried, Angie got a bullet for her troubles, and he never looked back.<br><br><em>"How about you?"</em><br><br>Rich supposed he'd return the favor.&nbsp; "Just me, now."&nbsp; For the second time in as many minutes, he was surprised at the words that spilled from his mouth.&nbsp; That "now" carried so much weight, so much dangerous potential... or it may make him seem all the more pitiable, a survivor who recently lost a friend.&nbsp; He wasn't sure which option he wanted her to think.<br><br>While she picked over Danko's treasure trove of staple foods, Rich busied himself with a clean, albeit dusty, ladle laying on the burnished counter in front of him.&nbsp; First he ran his fingers over it, leaving small streaks in the accumulated grime.&nbsp; Then he polished the curve with the base of his thumb.&nbsp; His reflection, distorted by the convex aluminum, stared past him at something on the ceiling.<br><br><em>"All sorted.&nbsp; If you're done here I'm ready to leave.&nbsp; You're not obligated to stick with me once we get out safely, I understand if you want to be on your own.&nbsp; My plan - if it lasts - is to look for places with high end locks that other people couldn't muscle their way through."&nbsp; </em><br><br>"Huh..." he murmured beneath his breath, letting himself smile slightly.&nbsp; Whether it was through lockpicking or some kind of machinery, he didn't know, but she knew something about breaking locks.&nbsp; Now <em>that</em> was a useful skill.&nbsp; Any brute with an intact neocortex and a functioning hand could fire a gun, but it took finesse to pick a lock.&nbsp; Maybe he would stick around after all.<br><br>When Rose walked out of the pantry, he pulled his hand away from the ladle and stuck it into his pocket sheepishly.&nbsp; "I'm... well, sure, I'll stick around for now," he said, trying to sound uncertain.&nbsp; "Two heads are better than one, right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>24-09-2014, 16:57:05</strong>
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				<strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gracie Evans, James Greene<br><br>Something about Gracie's situation was really throwing off her aim just then. It could have been James' suggestive comments leaving her flustered, or perhaps the thought of that monster further down the alley making her nervous, but she was having more trouble nailing one target in the head now than she had with three earlier. After a few frustrating misses and one hit that taught the young woman an important lesson in undead anatomy, an arrow finally struck true, embedding itself deep into the shambling creature's forehead. It hit the ground rather unceremoniously and a little closer to the two than they might have liked.<br><br>James' jumping, taunting, and general distracting behavior seemed to have the desired effect all the while. Even when projectiles were sailing past it, the zombie's lifeless gaze seemed to be focused on him. Whether it was shuffling directly at him or his new partner in survival was more difficult to tell, based on the narrowness of the alleyway. On the plus side, that meant it would have been easier to block its path toward a carefully aiming Gracie. That became largely irrelevant, though, once she finally managed to line up a good shot and clear their path.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>25-09-2014, 14:05:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, Alley, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, red checkered flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>It had taken some doing, but Gracie eventually succeeded in taking her target down. For some reason, James' antics in his attempt to distract the zombie also worked on the girl, and she proceeded to miss her first two shots before burying the third into its side. When the arrow did not seem to have any effect, Gracie felt the urge to panic as her target suddenly turned his gaze towards her and started shambling in her direction, but it was an urge that she forced herself to fight down, taking a deep breath to compose herself as she nocked another arrow, this time taking the zombie down with a well placed shot to the head.<br><br>Moving forward as the zombie collapsed, Gracie quickly pulled out the two arrows stuck in him, putting them away as she turned to James. "Come on the car, now!" She said, the urgency clear in her voice as she glanced over her shoulder at the larger zombie behind. Gracie did not want to take her chances with the thing, and was eager to get away from the place. They could always find food somewhere else, she reasoned, but whether or not they'd succeed in fighting off the bigger zombie was up in the air entirely. The choice was clear, at least to Gracie.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 20:10:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings (assortment of batteries and maglite).<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gracie, Toffee<br><br>As the shambler was approaching him James carefully tried to make certain it's limited attention span was focused on his person, without letting it get too close for it to strike, grab or bite him. Usually after this; that is, as usual as this was; he would turn and run past it. Now he moved past it but stay to let his partner in this activity take her shot. Which she missed. But no worries, shamblers were slow and even on the field he was hard to pin down. So he lined it up for a second shot. Missed again.<br><br>"Shoot it already." he hissed under his breath, "I don't have all day." Of course, then she managed to hit it and not leave a very big impression in the dead one. And he lost it's attention, as it went toward it's attacker. Quickly he followed, up close to the zombie, using it as cover for any stray shots, ready to tackle should it get too close to his companion. She however finally took it down, with like her sixth arrow.<br><br>"That was fun." he said with a cheerful grin, even as he glanced at the big one coming their way. Her eagerness to leave was a bit of an annoyance, but he shrugged, keeping his smile on. "Your place it is then, beautiful." he said, still smiling, taking quick strides to the car and getting in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>01-10-2014, 21:28:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Hiking boots, jeans, red checkered flannel shirt<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>Even in her worried state, Gracie still managed to roll her eyes at James' comment, though she had been relieved to finally get out of the area and put this train wreck of a day behind her. "C'mon boy!" Gracie motioned at Toffee, after she had popped open the hatch on the back of the car. "C'mon!" The blonde slapped her thighs. It took some coaxing, but she eventually managed to get the excited dog into the car. Dumping her bag in the backseat along with all her stuff, before slipping into the driver's seat and taking off as fast as the little car would go.<br><br>Gracie was still unsure about inviting James into her home, and very nearly considered pulling over once they were clear of the area and asking him to get out, but eventually thought better of it. He had been a good companion after all, and her chances of surviving were effectively increased with him around, even if it meant that the food situation had just become a lot dire for the both of them. But that was a problem for tomorrow. Right now, Gracie was just glad to finally be back home, as she pulled up outside her apartment building. "Come on, we're here," she informed the man, grabbing her things from the back. <br><br>Back in familiar surroundings, Toffee did not need much prompting to do what Gracie wanted, and the dog pretty much raced ahead of her, up the stairs to wait outside the door of her apartment. Fishing her keys out from the pocket of her jeans, Gracie unlocked the door, pushing it open to reveal a homey apartment. The place was small, but warm and comfy, it had wooden floorboards, and plush furniture. The walls were painted in shades of pastel colors, and lined with pictures of the girl's family. "Make yourself at home, I guess," Gracie shrugged, a hint of reluctance in her voice. "Just don't go poking your nose into things that look like they might be private." The girl dumped her gear unceremoniously in a pile, before disappearing into her bedroom, eager to grab a hot shower and put the day behind her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 03:02:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/5922/VIe3Hv.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Rose O'Phelan<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gary Danko restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf.&nbsp; Early afternoon.<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Steel blue tank top under over-sized dark gray T-shirt, dark jeans, brown North Face women's Storm Mid boots, backpack.<br><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mark aka Rich Han, open. <br><br><strong>"I'm... well, sure, I'll stick around for now. Two heads are better than one, right?"</strong><br><br>Rose smiled at the response, then paused for a moment and frowned.&nbsp; "I just realized that what I said may have sounded a bit...odd.&nbsp; About the locks I mean, I'm not a burglar or anything, I promise.&nbsp; My grand-dad is-was, <strong>was</strong> a locksmith, my Dad was a police officer, and I had to promise to not turn to a life of crime when they taught me about locks..."&nbsp; She smiled sadly.&nbsp; "I don't think the same rules apply any more though."&nbsp; <br><br>That was harder than she had hoped it would be, talking about her family in the past tense.&nbsp; She moved towards the exit out of the kitchen and waited for Mark.&nbsp; <br><br>"Any way, first things first.&nbsp; Once we get safely out of here we can decide on where to go next.&nbsp; Which way did you come in?"&nbsp; Rose listened for sounds of movement in the outer area of the restaurant, hoping they wouldn't have any unpleasant encounters inside the restaurant where it would be hard to move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 08:56:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Gracie's Apartment, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings (assortment of batteries and maglite).<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gracie, Toffee<br><br>James was actually smiling the whole drive, taking in the route, as well as trying to make note of the zombies. He did raise just one eyebrow when the girl invited him in and told him to make himself at home. Not actually at the invitation, but at the apartment itself. This girl had been lucky so far.<br><br>"How fast can you pack ?" he asked, as she disappeared into the shower, and he walked around to try and see what emergency exits she had. Then just putting his duffel bags in the center of the room, in plain sight, ready to be snatched when he needed it.<br><br>In his experience sometimes the zombies were just a little bit smarter, or a bit more stupid, and suddenly figured out how to work doors. This of course was also the moment that you had half a horde in your house and you had to run to not get eaten.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 10:27:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gracie's apartment, early evening<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>Gracie had heard the man's question as she went into the bathroom, but decided to ignore it for the time being. Everything that she needed to take along with her in a rush was already in the pile she had dumped on the floor, and she wasn't about to leave her home, not for the night at least. Stepping into the shower, the blonde closed her eyes and let the hot water cascade all over her, going some way towards releasing the tension in her muscles.<br><br>As she relaxed, the thoughts of the girl turned to those of James. He was the first living man she'd seen in a fair bit of time, and was pretty decent looking for an older guy, albeit, a little crazy in the head. Washing herself the girl felt a faint, but familiar stirring began to grow in her nether regions, causing her eyelids to flutter open with a start.&nbsp; Slightly surprised at herself, Gracie quickly turned the water on the shower to the cold setting to get rid of her arousal, before towelling herself dry and getting dressed in the clothes she'd normally wear at home.<br><br>Stepping out of the bathroom and back into the living area of the apartment, Gracie noted that Toffee had dragged his bed out from Gracie's room and settled himself on it, after she had left him to his own devices while she showered. Turning her attention to James, the girl regarded him with her blue-hued gaze. "I don't need to pack," she said simply. "Everything I can carry with me is already in that pile over there." The girl gestured towards where she'd left her gear. "And I'm staying here, for the night at least. I have two cans of food, left.. you can have one of them, I guess," she offered, before quirking an eyebrow at James' state of dress.&nbsp; "You can take a shower if you want, I still have hot water here," Gracie gestured towards the shower through her bedroom. "And.. I'm not sure if I have anything you can wear, but you can try your luck in the closet, if you don't feel like wearing that dirty stuff you've got on, that is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>06-10-2014, 17:37:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Gracie's Apartment, early afternoon<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings (assortment of batteries and maglite).<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gracie, Toffee<br><br>James had spend his time with Toffee, giving the animal a bit of attention, good scratchings behind the ear, as he made himself as comfortable as he could on the sofa. She was a lucky one. His first place had been trouble from the start, outside in the nice suburban neighborhoods. His own crappy apartment in the city wasn't much better. And here she was, having running water.<br><br>He smiled and closed his eyes for just a moment as he imagined the girl underneath the shower, licking his lips just slightly. He glanced at where she dumped her weapons and for just a moment a dark thought crossed his mind, which made Toffee let out a questioning yowl sound, and James laugh.<br><br>"Well, looks like you don't have the urge anymore, mutt." he said to the animal and smiled, "And don't worry, I've got no reason to hurt your mistress. Well, unless she likes that." He winked at the beast and then perked up as he heard the shower be turned off. Maybe she'd forget she had a guest.<br><br>She had not. Although slacks were not that hard to remove and he eyed her with an appreciative glance, glad that his shorts were baggy enough to hide the stir down there. Or at least he hoped they were. "Oh, you must be a saint." he said to her, "And it's warm too ?" At that moment he moved to her a broad smile on his lips and he was about to hug her, moving his arms open to her, before he caught himself.<br><br>"I have a single hamburger left." he said to her, "And at least a week supply of MREs." Even as he said it, his expression turned disgusted. But survivors couldn't be too picky. "These were made like a decade ago. Still good, but by far not as good tasting as the new ones." he said to her, definitely an understatement, "Help yourself to it. I'm hitting the showers."<br><br>The whole idea of a shower was very enticing to him, and it wasn't like he kept anything he was particularly protective of in his belongings for her to start snooping around. He also did not need her clean clothes. He actually had a wide assortment of clothes. Most of them sporting wear. Stuff he picked for practicality as well as comfort. Pockets on everything.<br><br>James almost rushed to the shower though, and disappeared inside, to start the warm water, letting out a very blissful sigh. If she wanted to shoot him naked and unarmed, then this was her shot. And he probably wouldn't even care. The shower was just delicious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>06-10-2014, 20:52:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gracie's apartment, evening<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>When James had left for the bathroom, Gracie approached Toffee, kneeling down beside him to stroke his neck. "Why'd you drag your bed out huh, boy? Found a new friend, did you?" She asked, her hands moving downwards from his neck to his belly, rubbing it vigorously, just like he liked, making the dog roll on his back with his paws in the air, a goofy expression on his face. When the girl finally stopped, Toffee rolled back over, allowing Gracie to lean in and give him a little peck on the bridge of his nose, before she pulled herself back to her feet to prepare her dinner for the evening.<br><br>The girl could not help but let out a defeated sigh at the sight of her remaining supplies. Four cans of food, two for her and two for Toffee, since today's foray in the outside world had been such a disaster. At least Toffee got to have the good stuff, premium canned dog food, practically a meal fit for a king in his world. Gracie however, would have to contend with canned chili this evening, one made with beans and a mystery meat that the label informed her was turkey. As she had done the previous night, the girl heated up her meal on a stove, before emptying Toffee's meal into a bowl, and joining him in the living room when her food was piping hot.<br><br>As she sat crossed-legged on her couch, Toffee on the floor munching away happily, Gracie took a quick glance out of the window, and noticed that the sun had already begun to set, painting the neighboring buildings in a warm orange glow. Sometimes, Gracie would look out and see lights in the distance, or hear shots ring out in the dead of night. There were other people out there, people just like her, and now James just living day by day, trying to make it through to the next. It had started to grow exhausting, and every day Gracie felt like she was losing a piece of herself. The girl was grateful to find her rather depressing thoughts interrupted by the sound of the shower turning off, and though she wanted very much to look, Gracie forced herself to focus only on her food while waiting for James to reemerge, just in case he decided to walk around the place in a state of undress. It wasn't something that a normal person would do in someone else's home, but then again, James did not exactly strike Gracie as normal, or whatever passed for normal these days anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>07-10-2014, 09:42:36</strong>
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				Character: James Greene<br>Location/Time: Gracie's Apartment, early afternoon<br>Attire: Nothing<br>Tagged: Gracie, Toffee<br><br>He had enjoyed the shower, which put an broad pleased smile on his face. Of course, he expected to be dirty soon enough again, but for now, he enjoyed the cleanness of his skin. He found a clean towel, and used that to dry himself, tossing it in the hamper after. He had been housebroken once, and some habits stuck. And then picked up his dirty clothes and walked into the living room.<br><br>"Naked man, coming through." he announced himself, but did not stop, as he moved to his duffel and after looking at Gracie with a grin, dug through the bag, getting out underwear, jeans and a new shirt. Having spend more than half his life with company while hitting the shower, having modesty in that regard was just inconvenient. And it was not like he had anything to be ashamed off. He was visibly strong, but he had trained his muscles for agility, speed and strength, so they were not overly defined, just present. No scars to hide, not even tattoos. And the rest of him, was barely hidden behind the only semblance of modesty.<br><br>Sometimes this worked to get very positive reactions, but so far he had never had lasting negative reactions and part of him just forgot. The other part of him just hoped that maybe the girl would realize he could be the last living man on Earth. Definitely the last living good looking man though.<br><br>He started dressing quickly and efficiently, in front of the girl and then smiled at her again. "I could just hug you." he said to her cheerful.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>07-10-2014, 14:31:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gracie's apartment, evening<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>Gracie nearly spat out her food in response to James' announcement.&nbsp; "Jesus, what's wrong with you?!" The girl could not help but exclaim, after he had walked into the room, dressed in the same manner as he had been when he first arrived in the world. "Good lord, do you mind? I'm trying to eat here," she added, as the man started to get dressed in front of her, keeping her gaze carefully averted, even if she could not stop herself from sneaking in a peek or two. <br><br>When James finally looked decent, Gracie glanced&nbsp; back up from her bowl, shooting the man a disapproving glare at his comment about wanting to hug her. "The stuff in the kitchen still works, so you can use it to heat up your... whatever it is that you have for food." The girl had no idea what the items he had described to her earlier were, apart from the burger. "Just wash be sure to wash up after you're done," she added, shaking her head. James obviously had no idea how to behave in someone else's home, and Gracie felt the need to remind him in order to prevent her home from turning into a dump.<br><br>Whatever the man decided to do, Gracie paid no mind to him for the time being, finishing up what little remained of her food before taking a drink of water. Her appetite sated for the evening, gracie walked around her apartment, deciding what to do to pass the time. She half-considered using her game console, but eventually decided against it in favor of a movie. She still had electricity, and intended to take full advantage of it while she could. The girl put on one of her favorite movies, one of those feel-good romantic movies that lifted her spirits at the end of days like these, and settled back on her couch, with Toffee by her site, his head resting in her lap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-10-2014, 10:46:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Gracie's Apartment, evening<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings (assortment of batteries and maglite).<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gracie, Toffee<br><br>For a moment James was actually silent, a bit puzzled by her sudden rudeness. Sure, he walked out there naked. But he warned her. And he had left his clothes there. But she could, even if she did not want to share food, at least have waited for him to be done with the shower, and shared a meal with him. And then as he was in the kitchen, she just turned on the television. Not even a question if he wanted to to see anything. No, just like she was all on her own. He just watched the water boil. And even at that moment considered just heading out.<br><br>His meal was done quickly, actually the water was barely needed, but it made it warm, which made it more palatable. And he opened it up. "Chicken again." he muttered softly as he smelled the contents, and sighed, but then just ate it from the bag, watching the screen flicker. Even before all this stupid stuff happened he disliked television. Although he had to admit that if he wasn't exercising he spend his time online or working. But still television rotted the brains. He finished cleaning up the stuff he used and shook his head again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>11-10-2014, 11:14:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gracie's apartment, evening<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br><br>Stifling a yawn, Gracie watched sleepily as the credits rolled across the screen after the movie had concluded. She'd seen the thing at least five times over by now, but it did the trick of improving her mood. Feeling considerably better than she had before, the girl nudged Toffee awake gently, the dog having fallen asleep with his head resting in her lap. "C'mon boy," she cooed. "Bed time for us." Gracie scratched under his neck a couple of times, before hopping off the couch, walking to wherever James had decided to plant himself while she had been watching the movie.<br><br>"I'm going to bed," Gracie announced, once she was close enough to the man. "You can have the couch. I've set out an extra blanket and pillow for you already," the girl shrugged her shoulders. "Just knock on my door if you need anything else, I guess," Gracie told James, before turning to walk back to her room. She would then move all her gear from the living are to her room. She might have let James into her home, but that didn't mean she trusted him enough to leave him alone with her weapons and valuables. The blonde intended to sleep behind a locked door, and just in case, with the revolver under her pillow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>12-10-2014, 07:43:31</strong>
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				<strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br><strong>Location</strong>: Gary Danko Backroom, Fisherman's Wharf<br><strong>Time</strong>: Present<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt, backpack<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich, Rose<br><br><hr><hr><br>Rich let her ramble about her past.&nbsp; He had learned long ago that the best way to ingratiate oneself with another was to let them talk.&nbsp; People loved the sound of their voice, even if they didn't believe they did.&nbsp; He acknowledged her statement with a brief, "I understand."<br><br>He watched as she walked through the kitchen, again noting the unconscious confidence in her movements.&nbsp; She had to be an athlete of some kind, with that sort of automatic control.&nbsp; He could move like that if he tried, but it took a lot of focus, and he could never sustain it for long.&nbsp; She did it without even trying, or so it seemed.&nbsp; Maybe a dancer?&nbsp; Gymnast?<br><br><em>"Any way, first things first.&nbsp; Once we get safely out of here we can decide on where to go next.&nbsp; Which way did you come in?"</em><br><br>Rich was glad she had taken the lead; he sure as hell wasn't going to put her at his back, and it spoke volumes that she hadn't had the same thought... or at least hadn't lent it any credit.<br><br>"Over there," he said after a slight hesitation, pointing at a seemingly locked door once used by cooks and waiters to step outside for a smoke.&nbsp; The padlock on it had been easy enough to break in the condition it had been in: a metal rod off the ground jammed into the warped casing and a brick from the wall, and <em>pow!</em>&nbsp; ...padlock broken.&nbsp; It took longer than simply coming in through the front, but the benefit was that he was the only one who knew that closed door was actually only held closed by a flimsy piece of rotting cloth tied through the handle.&nbsp; You had to keep avenues of escape open, no matter where you were.<br><br>The hesitation was genuine this time, as his bike was in the alley beyond the door.&nbsp; Well, she didn't need to know that just yet.<br><br>"I--"&nbsp; Rich cut himself off when he saw Rose listening.&nbsp; "Do you hear something?" he asked, straining his own ears.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>17-10-2014, 08:54:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Gracie's Apartment, night &amp; morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings (assortment of batteries and maglite).<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gracie, Toffee<br><br>James had stayed quiet with his own thoughts during the movie. He thought he had seen it. But he actually didn't care. He wasn't much for the movies and television shows. At least he was somewhat capable to spend hours on end on his feet pretending to be alert. A boring job in sales could do that to you. At times he shot glances at Gracie, wondering what was 'wrong' with her. When the movie ended, and she talked to him, he nodded. Then actually looked on in amazement at her moving all her stuff. If he had wanted her harm, he could have done so all through the time he had been in this apartment. And the thought had crossed his mind.<br><br>"Thank you." he said to her, as she mentioned the options for him to sleep and he glanced about after she had left, and then went into the hallway, sleeping with his feet against the door. He couldn't have told the girl, but her apartment, while stocked with luxuries was also a deathtrap. Sure, he could probably get down, and maybe up too. But he doubted she could. James then grinned for a moment. The only reason he was this worried about her is because he wanted to fuck her. He dragged his duffelbag closer and took a couple of tissues and his hands disappeared underneath the blanket. It did help for the moment, but the next morning, before the sun was even up, he felt even worse. So he got up, tossed the tissue, did his business in the bathroom, putting down the seat again when he was done, and started to change clothes. Back into the jersey and shorts. Because he needed a run. Because maybe his own lust was the reason Gracie was so weird. And it had only gotten worse the longer he was without company. Even putting a hand to himself was of no relief. So he needed to run.<br><br>Using a piece of paper and a pen, he wrote a quick note to Gracie, sticking it to the front door. "Out for a run. Back soon." he wrote, glanced into the hallway and was glad there were no shamblers there. And then he left the building as careful as he could, although most shamblers would go after him, instead of trail back where he had come. Out into the streets, to clear his mind with a run.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>17-10-2014, 11:09:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gracie's apartment, morning<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br><br>"C'mon Gracie, keep up!" A voice said, urging the girl to quicken her pace. The voice belonged to Alyssa, Gracie's older sister and the pair were strolling down the busy streets of New York, where the older Evans girl worked. Gracie had been visiting on vacation, and the sisters wasted no time in catching up, shopping and sampling the wide variety of food on offer in the big city. "I can't.. not with those stilts you have for legs." Gracie groaned feeling a little drained under the weight of the bags she carried. Alyssa was tall, even more so than Gracie, built like a runway model with the looks to match too. The girl caught up to her sibling, before feeling a weird pressure on her gut, "Allie, I feel weird," Gracie said, pressing a hand to her abdomen. "I feel.."<br><br>Eyelids fluttering open, Gracie woke up, her body covered in a thin film of cold sweat. It had all been a dream, and the pressure on her body had been no more than Toffee clambering up onto the bed and falling asleep on her. "Hey Goofball, get off me." Gracie yawned, nudging the dog awake, gently pushing against him until he moved off of her. Stifling the urge to yawn once more, the girl hopped off her bed, sleepily placing the revolver under her pillow back into her bags before leaving her room, only to find James missing. The note he had left behind solved that mystery though, and Gracie made it a point to make sure all the doors and windows in the place were properly latched and locked, only to be opened if and when James returned.<br><br>With the place to herself, at least temporarily, Gracie set about cleaning up around the place, putting things in their place and just making the apartment look neat and tidy. Sitting down to rest once she had completed her task, Gracie spotted the camera she had retrieved the previous day from the store. It took some figuring out, but Gracie eventually managed to set up the device outside of the main door. Once she had done so, the girl turned on her computer, intent on linking the camera to her network. As the dark screen lit up, she could not help but let out a sigh. It just so happened that the constantly rotating backgrounds on the laptop had changed to an Evans family photo, and the sight nearly made Gracie cringe. She hoped that they had somehow found a way to survive, as she had. They had to. It was the only thing keeping her going.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>17-10-2014, 12:31:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Cool-blond-highlights.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Daniel "Blaze" Bruce</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=210710.msg10584868#msg10584868</div></div><br><strong>Location/Time: </strong> Street outside the Apartment Complex, Sunrise<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Chocolate brown t-shirt, blue jeans, boots, tool belt.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Greene<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Daniel pulled his '67 Mustang smoothly down the road as the sun was rising, scanning the street for shamblers.&nbsp; He puffed on a Marlboro.&nbsp; “Always so much to do,” Danial grumbled as he pulled up to the apartment where he'd lived and worked in the months before the outbreak.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Parking but not killing the motor, Daniel eyed he the complex quietly.&nbsp; “Wonder if anyone survived."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At the start of the plague, Daniel and thrown a lot of his stuff into his car and started down towards L.A. To check on his family and some old friends.&nbsp; There'd still been a lot of rioting then and his car had been in need of some work.&nbsp; He wound up holing up in a classic car shop he knew, scavenging parts and putting his Mustang into top working order.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Now he'd given up on heading into L.A.&nbsp; Not sure what to do next, Daniel had come home.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finding the lawn clear—for now, he killed the car, pocketed the keys, and grabbed a pack full of supplies.&nbsp; He flicked the burning-out Marlboro out onto the street and started inside at a brisk walk.&nbsp; He had a backpack on, and a plumber's belt full of tools including a crowbar and a <em>big</em> pipe wrench.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>17-10-2014, 20:35:12</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> Gary Danko Backroom, Fisherman's Wharf<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rich Han, Rose O'Phelan<br><br>Try as they both might, Rich and Rose could only hear the ever-present shuffling crowd in the streets whenever they tried to listen for something nearby. The alleyway had been clear when Rich parked his bike there and he hadn't dawdled in the restaurant for too long, so it seemed unlikely that a herd would have moved in since then. He'd made a bit of noise busting open the lock, though, and any sound loud enough seemed to attract at least a few undead gawkers. A large crowd in a tight space like the alley would make enough noise to easily pinpoint their location, however. Were the door not held together by string at that point, the restaurant might have made a decent hideout after some serious cleanup and pest control. But who had the time and resources for all of that, nowadays?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>21-10-2014, 17:35:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Outside Gracie's Apartment, morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Daniel Bruce<br><br>Even as he was running he head heard the sound of the engine. It didn't sound like Gracie's sensible vehicle, but instead of sounded like an old timer, a sound that did bring him back quite a bit in time. And so incredibly stupid, as it could attract the zombies from blocks away.<br><br>As he continued on his run, he noticed a few of the shamblers shuffling in the direction of the apartment building with the car parked right on the lawn. No mistake about it even though he wasn't an engine expert. That was the beast that made the noise. And that could mean trouble.<br><br>Humans meant trouble, unless it was one of Gracie's friends. But if this was a stranger he had one advantage. A small one though. The element of surprise. He glanced inside toward the entrance he went inside, alert as heck, even a little territorial.<br><br>"What do you think you're doing." he said as he caught the guy, not even halfway down the hall to the first apartments, his tone strict, straightening to his full length, which, could be intimidating to some, but this guy looked tough as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>22-10-2014, 01:01:45</strong>
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				<strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br><strong>Location</strong>: Gary Danko Backroom, Fisherman's Wharf<br><strong>Time</strong>: Present<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt, backpack<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich, Rose<br><br><hr><hr><br>Rich cocked his head to one side, focusing his hearing: rubber scraping unevenly on pavement, the occasional disjointed thud, and that incessant husky moaning.&nbsp; He hadn't expected the crowd of zombies outside to thin, but he had still hoped some asshole would draw them away.&nbsp; Well, tough shit.<br><br>"My way might be tough," he admitted, looking around the upper seating area.&nbsp; The place was a wreck, but it was well built with lots of protection and some staples in the back.&nbsp; It could even make a decent bunker, if he found himself outnumbered in the area.&nbsp; He suddenly regretted popping the lock for a shortcut; that door was now the weakest point in the structure.<br><br>Rich looked at Rose thoughtfully.&nbsp; "What about your way?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>22-10-2014, 02:23:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/5922/VIe3Hv.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Rose O'Phelan<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gary Danko restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf.&nbsp; Early morning.<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Steel blue tank top under over-sized dark gray T-shirt, dark jeans, brown North Face women's Storm Mid boots, backpack.<br><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mark (aka Rich Han), Open. <br><br>Rose hadn't heard anything that would help pinpoint where the zombies were most active.&nbsp; "It doesn't sound like they're any closer in or more active than usual.&nbsp; If you're worried about leaving the way you came in, we can take my route.&nbsp; It's out onto a major street, but that means more room to maneuver and more of a chance for a break in the undead parade."&nbsp; She smiled at Mark.&nbsp; "Timing is <em>still</em> everything."<br><br>"This way out," she added as she moved cautiously out away from the upper seating area and towards the main dining area of the restaurant.&nbsp; She picked up a metallic candlestick from the floor just in case she needed to throw something off to the side as a distraction; thank God for the lack of clever zombies.&nbsp; <br><br>Making as little noise as possible Rose approached the door she'd used to enter the building.&nbsp; She stopped to listen before taking a quick look at the situation outside.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>22-10-2014, 05:24:32</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> Gary Danko Restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf/Outside of Gary Danko Restaurant<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rich Han, Rose O'Phelan<br><br>A peek outside of the front door revealed that the street was a bit less crowded than when Rose last saw it. Small groups lingered here and there, but many of them were far enough apart that someone could get across the street and further into the city if they were quick or quiet enough. Having objects to make distant noise with would likely go a long way toward surviving the endeavor either way. Small as the risk was, it was still a risk and getting caught by one walker would likely mean getting caught by all of them. The two had to decide individually if it would be worth it to try their luck out in the open. And even though Rose didn't know this yet, taking the front door would likely mean leaving Rich's bike behind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>23-10-2014, 01:56:59</strong>
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				<strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br><strong>Location</strong>: Gary Danko Upper Dining Area, Fisherman's Wharf<br><strong>Time</strong>: Present<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt, backpack<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich, Rose<br><br><hr><hr><br>Rich took one glance out the front door and sucked his teeth.&nbsp; "Looks like a tough break for it," he said after a moment, his frown audible.&nbsp; "We can scuttle up and down the storefronts, but ultimately we have to cross the street.&nbsp; That's where things get messy."<br><br>In reality, they were spread out enough that he wasn't really worried about crossing the street.&nbsp; Stealth was his forte, after all, even with a backpack full of food.&nbsp; Running at 30 kilometers per hour… not so much.&nbsp; For that, he needed his bike, and his bike was in the back alley.&nbsp; It was worth the risk of escaping through an urban box canyon; good bikes were hard to come by.&nbsp; And, if worst came to worst, he could always bring it back into the restaurant and blockade the door.<br><br>“Let’s check the back alley before we do anything rash,” he said, skirting somewhere between wise and humorous.&nbsp; Rich stepped away from the door and toward the kitchen.&nbsp; When he arrived at the back door, he gently eased it open with one hand, then looked down the alley toward where he had left his bike hidden beneath a thin black tarp.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 02:51:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Cool-blond-highlights.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Daniel "Blaze" Bruce</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=210710.msg10584868#msg10584868</div></div><br><strong>Location/Time: </strong> Street outside the Apartment Complex, Sunrise<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Chocolate brown t-shirt, blue jeans, boots, tool belt.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Greene<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Daniel half reached for his wrench.&nbsp; He didn’t' go for it, but he didn't relax either.&nbsp; Instead he straightened his back as well.&nbsp; The other man had an impressive physique, but&nbsp; his muscles bulged where his were taut.&nbsp; This man was hard boddied, but padded with a heathly diet.&nbsp; <em>An athlete.&nbsp; Probably hasn't worked a day in his life.</em>&nbsp; “I should ask you that,” he replied.&nbsp; “I'm checking to see if someone looted my apartment while I was away.&nbsp; What are <em>you</em> doing here?”&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 03:42:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/5922/VIe3Hv.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Rose O'Phelan<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gary Danko restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf.&nbsp; Early morning.<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Steel blue tank top under over-sized dark gray T-shirt, dark jeans, brown North Face women's Storm Mid boots, backpack.<br><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mark (aka Rich Han), Open. <br><br>When Mark had a change of mind about leaving through the front, Rose nodded and followed him back into the kitchen.&nbsp; "Either way is fine by me," she said quietly.&nbsp; The small metal candlestick was held at the ready, in case she needed to distract or misdirect some zombies.&nbsp; Which brought to mind the thought of making or looking for a slingshot at a store; that would give her better range and it's not like small bits of debris were hard to find.&nbsp; <br><br>She stayed close to Mark without crowding him in case he had to retreat back inside quickly, and kept an eye on the room behind them just in case something or someone came in.&nbsp; Zombies they'd probably easily hear coming through the debris - they didn't care about stealth.&nbsp; But, there were unpleasant non-undead people in the world too and Rose would prefer some advance warning.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 05:50:04</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> Gary Danko Restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf/Outside of Gary Danko Restaurant<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rich Han, Rose O'Phelan<br><br>The back door into the alleyway behind the restaurant creaked slightly as Rich opened it. The sound was just enough to make someone trying to be quiet cringe nervously, but far from the level of noise required to draw a crowd. A look down the way revealed that his bicycle was still where he'd hidden it, albeit guarded by one straggling walker who likely followed him there and forgot what it was doing when he escaped its sight. It was just one, though, and the creature was guarding something rather valuable to the student. Any idiot with a frying pan could take on just one zombie, right? They had at least two and enough frying pans to arm a police precinct.<br><br>Rose didn't see much of interest as she watched Rich's back while he peeked outside. There was the occasional sound off an undead skull bouncing off of one of the windows as one of the horde outside would get try to walk on through like a bird of similar intelligence. She'd seen enough of the restaurant to know that there shouldn't be any threats inside, which provided some comfort between the mildly unnerving impacts. If one of them headbutted the glass hard enough to crawl through, the noise of it shattering and falling might be enough to attract more. With that in mind, the idea of using Gary Danko's as a fortress became somewhat less attractive.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 09:44:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Outside Gracie's Apartment, morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Daniel Bruce<br><br>He did catch the reach for the wrench, which was fortunate in some way, as it was less dangerous than a bullet. Which would give Gracie a fighting chance should this guy be up to no good.<br><br>"Your apartment, huh ?" he asked, disbelief dripping from his voice, "Well then, 'neighbour' why don't you show me."<br><br>James realized that he was moving a tad bit to the hostile side, so he gave the other man a winsome smile. "And while you do, where did you get that car ? Is it pre-apocalypse ?" he asked, shifting into something like small talk with the stranger, not only in tone, but also expression. James was alert, but his hostility had gone. For the moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 14:47:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Cool-blond-highlights.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Daniel "Blaze" Bruce</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=210710.msg10584868#msg10584868</div></div><br><strong>Location/Time: </strong> Street outside the Apartment Complex, Sunrise<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Chocolate brown t-shirt, blue jeans, boots, tool belt.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Greene<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Daniel actually found it fairly easy to relax once the other man did, and he managed to find a soft spot in the process.&nbsp; He chuckled, “Beauty, isn't she?&nbsp; I've had her for a couple of years.&nbsp; Before all this shit started I sometimes had to keep her running on sweat and love, but these days there's a whole lot of parts with no one else around to need them.&nbsp; She's a bit noisy, but she's saved my life more than once already.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He gestured down to the end of the hall.&nbsp; “Come on,”&nbsp; He lead the man a few more doors down, checked too see if his apartment was still locked, then stepped to the door on the other side.&nbsp; This one he opened. “Step into my office.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Door read, “Maintenance.”&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>29-10-2014, 00:01:54</strong>
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				<strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br><strong>Location</strong>: Gary Danko Upper Dining Area, Fisherman's Wharf<br><strong>Time</strong>: Present<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt, backpack<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich, Rose<br><br><hr><hr><br>The back alley was much as he had left it, except now with a somewhat fresh and rather ugly zombie staring at the wall above his bike.&nbsp; It did not appear to have disturbed the tarp, nor did it seem to be in any hurry.&nbsp; Rich had seen zombies stand in one spot for days, staring blindly at some invisible point.&nbsp; They weren't asleep, since even the slightest stimulation could revert them to normal.&nbsp; He had often thought about what -- if anything -- was going through their shattered minds.<br><br>"Damnit," he whispered, backing out of the doorway and turning to Rose.&nbsp; "Looks like a zombie wandered in from outside the alley.&nbsp; It'll see us for sure if we go out, but..."<br><br>The nice thing about zombies, and there were some despite their obvious downsides, was that they were predictable when it mattered.&nbsp; Sure, one zombie may wander aimlessly in an open space, but if you stepped out or made some noise, they would <em>always</em> make a beeline for you.<br><br>Rich squatted and grabbed a random fork off the floor, most likely knocked off preset table during the panic.&nbsp; "...maybe I can distract it long enough for us to slip by."<br><br>He leaned back out the doorway, stabilizing himself on the frame with his left arm.&nbsp; In his right hand he held the fork.&nbsp; When he had first come here, he had walked his bike into the alley so that it was closer to the entrance opposite from the main street.&nbsp; Less likely for a zombie or passerby to stumble on it by accident, although that hadn't stopped this fucker from wandering in here like it owned the place.<br><br>Rich aimed for behind the zombie.&nbsp; He wanted to try and bounce the fork off the wall near where the alley ended so that it would skitter into the (hopefully empty) street beyond.&nbsp; The fork was ideal: the metal would make a nice clatter on the brick, but it shouldn't be loud enough to be heard from more than a dozen meters away.&nbsp; He hoped.<br><br>"Here goes nothing," Rich said, and then threw.<br><br>((OOC: Not entirely sure what I should roll for this.&nbsp; Your call.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>01-11-2014, 06:15:14</strong>
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				<strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br><strong>Location</strong>: Gary Danko Upper Dining Area, Fisherman's Wharf<br><strong>Time</strong>: Present<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt, backpack<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich, Rose<br><br><hr><hr><br>The fork left his hand like the lazy spitball of a bought pitcher.&nbsp; <em>Good throw, good throw,</em> Rich thought as it arced through the air, catching a sunbeam briefly as it passed over the edge of the building's shadow.<br><br>It clattered noisily against the wall and, as predicted, the zombie turned toward it.<br><br>"Alright, here's our chance," Rich said to Rose, easing the door open wide enough for them to pass through.&nbsp; The sudden assertiveness in his voice was a clear departure from the almost timid tone he had been using up to this point.&nbsp; "I need to grab my bike--" There was no point in hiding the fact he had one any longer, "--and then we can make for whichever way is clear.&nbsp; Sound good?"<br><br>If Rose gave the affirmative, Rich would carefully slip out of the doorway and quietly move up the alley to where his bike was hidden beneath the tarp.&nbsp; If all went well, he'd slip it off without making noise, then wheel his bike after Rose.&nbsp; With any luck, the zombie would be utterly oblivious.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>02-11-2014, 05:57:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/5922/VIe3Hv.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Rose O'Phelan<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gary Danko restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf.&nbsp; Early morning.<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Steel blue tank top under over-sized dark gray T-shirt, dark jeans, brown North Face women's Storm Mid boots, backpack.<br><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mark (aka Rich Han), Open. <br><br>From behind Mark, Rose heard the fork outside when it clattered to the ground outside which meant it should be a good distraction.&nbsp; "Sounds good," she replied, turning to face the door now.&nbsp; She still kept the metal candleholder in her hand in case she needed to send a second noisy distraction in the other direction once they started moving.&nbsp; <br><br>She followed him outside, moving quietly.&nbsp; Rose kept a look out for zombies while Mark uncovered his bicycle; she was going to have to find one of those for herself one of these days, even if she was a good runner.&nbsp; But for now all they had to do was get moving away from the restaurant and the high zombie concentration part of the neighbourhood without anything really bad happening.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-11-2014, 10:15:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Outside Gracie's Apartment, morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Daniel Bruce<br><br>"So you're maintenance, huh ?" he asked and frowned at the guy again. There was no real way to check this, but it was plausible. About as plausible as James himself being the owner of the store he had worked in. "I'm James Greene." he said, his tone like someone who expected you to know the name, "And you better prepare for zombies coming after the noise of that engine. If I could hear it on the other block, then the shamblers sure have as well."<br><br>James turned away back to the hallways and grinned for a moment. "I'm bunking over at apartment 308." he said calmly, "With the Gracie girl." He was glancing into the hallways to make sure that zombies weren't showing up already.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 01:31:53</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> Gary Danko Restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf/Outside of Gary Danko Restaurant<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rich Han, Rose O'Phelan<br><br>The piece of silverware flew true and struck the fence before clattering just off of the street outside the alleyway. This caused enough of a distraction to get the walker turning away and shuffling towards it until Rich opened the door to slip out further and the subtle creaking became a loud squeak. It also noisily rolled a forgotten glass bottle that had ended up in front of the exit at some point. This combination of sounds turned that annoying zombie around again and sent it stumbling curiously toward the two survivors. Sprinting to the bike before it got there may have been possible, but throwing off the tarp and mounting the vehicle would have taken too much time. If the two humans really wanted the bicycle, they'd either have to fight for it, or think of some other clever solution.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 02:32:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/5922/VIe3Hv.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Rose O'Phelan<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gary Danko restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf.&nbsp; Early morning.<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Steel blue tank top under over-sized dark gray T-shirt, dark jeans, brown North Face women's Storm Mid boots, backpack.<br><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mark (aka Rich Han), Open (but not to zombies!)<br><br>For a minute there, it looked like Mark's distraction would work.&nbsp; And then it didn't.&nbsp; <em>Fuck.</em>&nbsp; Rose stopped just as she got into the doorway, her hand touching her new friend's shoulder lightly.&nbsp; She reached around to pass him the candle holder thing she'd grabbed earlier, leaning over to whisper quietly to him.&nbsp; "Try again."&nbsp; <br><br>They might just get lucky with a second noise where the fork had landed.&nbsp; That or they were going to have to make a run for it and try later for Mark's bike.&nbsp; She looked up, checking for a fire escape ladder; just in case. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>10-11-2014, 22:47:37</strong>
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				<strong>Location: </strong>Gary Danko Restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf/Outside of Gary Danko Restaurant<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rich Han, Rose O'Phelan<br><br>Rich took the offered candlestick and threw it at the same trajectory he had with the fork seconds ago. Thankfully, the increasingly inconvenient zombie was dumb enough to fall for the same trick twice. The noise distracted it once again and it turned around to follow the source, leaving the alley open to the two survivors. A look under the tarp revealed that neither the bike nor any of the items stored on it had been molested and the vehicle itself was still in good working order. The street still looked as crowded as it had from out of the restaurant window, but where was a big enough clearing that they had a straight shot to bolt or sneak through.<br><br>There was indeed a fire escape not far from the exit, its ladder already lowered from some earlier emergency.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>13-11-2014, 01:18:55</strong>
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				<strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br><strong>Location</strong>: Gary Danko Back Alley, Fisherman's Wharf<br><strong>Time</strong>: Day 2, Early Morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt, backpack<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich, Rose<br><br><hr><hr><br>At first, Rich didn't feel any especially sharp pangs of emotion when the door sent a bottle rolling noisily over the pavement.&nbsp; As the zombie reeled around, he experienced a flash of anger at whichever idiot vagrant had left a bottle in such an inconvenient position, a vague sense of annoyance that his perfect getaway was ruined, and, most peculiarly, a brief sense of embarrassment before Rose.&nbsp; This last, confusing emotion was suddenly accentuated when she handed him her ridiculous weapon, some pretentious candelabra, and said, <em>"Try again."</em><br><br>The sudden humiliation surprised him, and he grabbed the candelabra a bit more roughly than was strictly necessary and threw it down the alley without delay.&nbsp; The zombie spun like a top, its rotting eyes somehow missing him in the doorway, and careened back down the alley past his bike.<br><br>Rich paused, waiting for the zombie to reach a safe distance, and squelched the sudden anger he felt toward Rose; this was no place to get into a fight.&nbsp; "Alright, let's go," he said, stepping out into the alley.&nbsp; His feet moved quickly and surely despite the foodstuffs in his backpack, avoiding the refuse and trash that had accumulated since the Fall.&nbsp; When he reached his bike, he carefully removed the tarp, eyes flickering between the zombie, Rose, and his work.&nbsp; Normally he'd fold the tarp up and take it with him, but that'd take too long and cause too much noise here.&nbsp; Better just to leave it and find another.<br><br>Tarp discarded, he quietly turned the bike around by the handlebars.&nbsp; It was a simple hybrid, black and grey with a sturdy frame and knobby tires that could chew pavement as well as dirt.&nbsp; Rich kept it well oiled and well maintained; as he walked it down the alley, the drivechain and gears barely whispered.&nbsp; He felt a surge of confidence and power tinged with relief.&nbsp; With his bike back, he could outrun any zombie and, with a slight head start, Rose herself if it came to that.<br><br>"I don't feel like squeezing past that zombie," Rich whispered to Rose.&nbsp; "Looks like the street's clearing up a bit.&nbsp; Wanna try for it?&nbsp; You lead."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>13-11-2014, 09:38:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Cool-blond-highlights.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Daniel "Blaze" Bruce</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=210710.msg10584868#msg10584868</div></div><br><strong>Location/Time: </strong> Maintence room of Gracie's apartment/Sunrise<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Chocolate brown t-shirt, blue jeans, boots, tool belt.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Greene<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Relax a little, dude,” Daniel chuckled softly.&nbsp; “There may be a bit of crowd outside after a while because they heard my engine, but they'll take a bit to shamble over, and I locked the door behind us.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The young blond opened the maintenance closet door and flicked on the lights.&nbsp; There was a small desk next to the door with a computer and an ash tray.&nbsp; Beyond that was a peg board of tools and a few shelves of cleaning and maintenance supplies.&nbsp; He moved behind to the mini fridge and pulled out two blue cans of pepsi.&nbsp; He tossed one lightly to James.&nbsp; “Do you smoke.”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 14:42:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Maintenance Room, morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Daniel Bruce<br><br>The scent wafted ahead of him when the door had opened, a smoker, of course. James' nose just wrinkled slightly for a moment, but the catch of the can was smooth, one handed, precise, without even so much as jostling the can. "No thank you." he said and shook his head, and then held up the can, "Mind if I keep this for later. This stuff is not very healthy to take right after a run."<br><br>Of course, this guy wouldn't know health when it hit him in the face, then again, ever since running had become a survival skill, James himself had become even more driven to keep his runs going as often as possible. Even now, he was still moving, as to not let himself cool off too quickly. "I would take water if you have that." he said and looked at the guy, waiting for the moment to politely ditch him and return to Gracie, who might, at that time be about to wake up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 12:41:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Cool-blond-highlights.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Daniel "Blaze" Bruce</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=210710.msg10584868#msg10584868</div></div><br><strong>Location/Time: </strong> Maintence room of Gracie's apartment/Sunrise<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Chocolate brown t-shirt, blue jeans, boots, tool belt.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Greene<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Daniel shrugged and held off on lighting up.&nbsp; “I'm really amazed how many places still have power.”&nbsp; He hadn't been here in a couple of weeks, so it didn't occur to him that—too a less dulled set of senses—the room might still smell of tobacco and less legal things.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Sure, hang on to it.&nbsp; Seems like there's a lot more places with Pepsi than there are people to&nbsp; drink it.”&nbsp; He opened a cabinet and stretched up too check if his little pencil box was still up there and undisturbed.&nbsp; He’d wait 'til later to pull it out and retrieve the joints he had stashed under the false bottom.&nbsp; For now he took two red solo cups and filled both at the water cooler.&nbsp; “I've got some bottled water in the duffel, and more in the trunk.&nbsp; We're sure to start loosing power and pressure sooner or later.&nbsp; Don't suppose you've been able to get your hands on a water filter?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He moved back through the maintenance room, looking for the gas cans he kept back here for the mower and the generator.&nbsp; “I'm going to go out back and check the generator sometime today.&nbsp; Maybe we can raid a hardware of ranch supply store for some ten gallon drums.”&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 11:28:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Maintenance Room, morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Daniel Bruce<br><br>"So far things have just gone fine. Everything that works is stuff that works with little to no maintenance. Of course without it, it's likely that it will stop working eventually, but for now thing seem to work. Water is indeed a priority, but it's my guess we should find a much larger storage spot." James said, nodding for a bit, "As for gasoline for generators, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think we should not become too reliant on gasoline for the long term. It could however be very useful if we find radios and something sun powered to charge them with ..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>04-12-2014, 19:27:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/5922/VIe3Hv.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Rose O'Phelan<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gary Danko restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf.&nbsp; Early morning.<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Steel blue tank top under over-sized dark gray T-shirt, dark jeans, brown North Face women's Storm Mid boots, backpack.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rich Han<br><br>Rose took a long look across the street, obviously plotting the clearest and straightest possible line to run in her head. Once she seemed to be sure, the young woman gave a confident nod and looked back at Rich. He could see the nervousness in her eyes, but also a hint of resolve. She wasn't going to freeze up or do something stupid out of fear, like some walking meals he'd met before. At the very least, she would do this right. "Okay... I'll go first. You'll be right behind me." With that said, all there was left to do is wait for Rich to mount his bike and run. As soon as both parties were ready, Rose broke into a mad sprint, moving so fast that the man with her wasn't even sure he'd catch up on his bike. She was already halfway across the street when he kicked off, himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>10-12-2014, 03:55:08</strong>
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				<strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br><strong>Location</strong>: Gary Danko Back Alley, Fisherman's Wharf<br><strong>Time</strong>: Day 2, Early Morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt, backpack<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich, Rose<br><br><hr><hr><br>Rich almost stumbled on the kick-off because of his swollen backpack.&nbsp; "Jesus," he muttered, and then he was moving whisper-quiet over the pavement and onto the sidewalk.&nbsp; Rose flew ahead of him, her feet barely seeming to touch the ground.&nbsp; <em>She's fast.&nbsp; Guess all that muscle is good for something,</em> he thought bitterly.<br><br>Once he was clear of the curb and the last chance to accidentally make a lot of noise, Rich stood on the pedals and pushed with all of his strength.&nbsp; The bike lurched ahead, accelerating quickly, but still a fair distance behind Rose.&nbsp; The warm air rushed by his face, stirring his messed hair and cooling the sweat that had just begun to bead on his brow.&nbsp; The humidity was low and the temperature was high; a perfect day for a bike ride.<br><br>He grimaced.&nbsp; Damnit, she was fast!&nbsp; Rich chewed his lower lip and pedaled after her.<br><br>[[OOC: Woops!&nbsp; I thought the game was on holiday hiatus, and missed your post until just now Jr.&nbsp; This is back on my bookmarks now.]]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>12-12-2014, 05:50:18</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> Fisherman's Wharf/Streets of San Francisco<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rich Han<br><br>Despite Rose's head start, Rich was able to pedal himself right past her into the alleyway they were both headed toward. Just as he passed a boarded doorway, the hastily nailed planks of wood burst open and a shoving mass of bodies spilled out, separating the two. The young woman could be heard shouting as her new acquaintance considered his course of action. "Shit! Just keep going, I'll find a way around!" And just like that, Rich Han was alone again, seeking a better shelter than that he'd used the night before. Maybe a place actually built for living in was the way to go...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 05:06:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Cool-blond-highlights.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Daniel "Blaze" Bruce</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=210710.msg10584868#msg10584868</div></div><br><strong>Location/Time: </strong> Maintence room of Gracie's apartment/Sunrise<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Chocolate brown t-shirt, blue jeans, boots, tool belt.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Greene<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Daniel thought for a moment, then nodded.&nbsp; "I remember they made some crank powered radios.&nbsp; They didn't do too well in the states, but sold beautifully in Africa.&nbsp; If we can find some solar panels I know how to handle the wiring.&nbsp; Not sure if I could build one from scratch, though.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“What about weapons?&nbsp; Unless these things rot away too nothing, we're going to have to fight back if we ever want this world to be safe again.&nbsp; You talked about noise, though.&nbsp; Guns are even louder than my car.&nbsp; But what about hunting bows?&nbsp; Or crossbows?”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The blond got his tool belt back on, took his wrench in hand, and made his way to the back door.&nbsp; “Cover me, k?”&nbsp; He took a long look out whatever windows he could find, waiting to see if he might find a safe time to go check the generator. He also brought a gass can and a bottle of engine cleaner from the 7-11.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 05:41:04</strong>
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				<strong>Location/Time:</strong> Apartment Complex/Maintenance Room, early morning.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Green, Daniel Bruce<br><br>A look out of various windows revealed to Daniel that the area around the complex was sparsely populated by the undead. One couldn't look very far without seeing a straggler in the street or near the building, but they were few and far enough between that someone careful and confident could weave around them. Thankfully, none had gotten into the fenced off generator area and the key to the padlock was still where he'd left it. Getting to the generator would be easy enough, but there'd be real trouble if he got caught while opening the lock or his only exit from the enclosement was blocked off. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>18-12-2014, 00:02:23</strong>
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				<strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br><strong>Location</strong>: Cross-street Alley, Fisherman's Wharf<br><strong>Time</strong>: Day 2, Early Morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt, backpack<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich, Rose<br><br><hr><hr><br>The wind felt good in his hair.<br><br>Rich swerved around a pothole and passed Rose at the curb.&nbsp; He shifted his weight to the pedals as he let his momentum carry him up the slope, gripping the handlebars by the fingers to allow them room to shift.<br><br>Once he was up on the sidewalk and sure that the entrance of the alley was clear enough to ride through, he looked over his shoulder to gauge Rose's distance and check for zombies.&nbsp; At first there were no zombies, and then there were lots and lots and lots.&nbsp; Rose vanished amidst a sudden surge of rotters pouring out of the doorway, although he had glimpsed her skidding into a reverse lunge before the wall of flesh and rancid cloth hid her.<br><br><em>"Shit! Just keep going, I'll find a way around!"</em><br><br>The fact that he heard coherent words -- certainly not the shrieks of a woman being eaten alive -- was mixed news.&nbsp; On the one hand, they may chase the slower, easier prey.&nbsp; On the other, she may come and find him after all.&nbsp; Although she was good with a lock...<br><br>For a second, Rich paused, confused.&nbsp; Unsure which would be more advantageous, he found himself simultaneously wishing her death and her continued life.&nbsp; But there was nothing he could gain from considering just now.&nbsp; It was what it was, would be what it would be, and he should get out of here while he still could.<br><br>Without responding, Rich turned back to the alley and made for his current hideout.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>19-12-2014, 19:57:05</strong>
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				<strong>Location/Time:</strong> Streets of San Francisco/Rich's Hideout<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rich Han<br><br>Rich was free to pedal through the streets without a care for a while. He didn't encounter any stragglers or groups that couldn't be easily dodged and the stopped cars in the road were easy to weave between. It wasn't long before the lone man reached his current haven. Rather than going for the places that would be immediately swarmed with desperate survivors, like a mall or a gun store, Rich decided to find an apartment complex near the university and settle into the first room he could find the key to. Its fleeing occupants were kind enough to leave him a fridge full of food, which had only recently run low enough to justify running out to scavenge from restaurants.<br><br>As usual, it seemed that nobody had disturbed his space or any of the adjacent homes since he'd left. There was a new bloodstain on the sidewalk by the street, but that could have been anything. Rich was pretty sure that nobody else lived in the complex, but the idea of attempting to raid some of the other rooms didn't seem like a very smart idea. Going in alone, he'd be in trouble if there was a gnasher right by the door. Or worse yet, a stir-crazy survivor with a gun.<br><br>(Rich's apartment complex is very close to Gracie's. It has: Electricity, hot and cold running water, air conditioning, human food for seven days.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>22-12-2014, 05:21:07</strong>
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				<strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br><strong>Location</strong>: Rich's Hideout, Outside<br><strong>Time</strong>: Day 2, Early Morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt, backpack<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich<br><br><hr><hr><br>As far as commutes went, this wasn't so bad.<br><br>Once he was out of the alley, Rich swerved south and made for his little hideout on the edge of the USF campus.&nbsp; Although it was an overall uphill grade, he had the sea wind at his back, and the streets were relatively clear.&nbsp; He only had to make one diversion, and that was because of a pothole, not the zombies.&nbsp; Or the snipers, for that matter.&nbsp; He had been riding along Geary a few weeks ago when a bullet gouged out a divot in the road a few centimeters to the right of his front wheel.&nbsp; Rich had put his head down and pedaled for all he was worth, swerving as much as he could without tipping, but the sniper had held his fire.<br><br>He never had figured out where that shot had come from.&nbsp; Probably one of the hotels.&nbsp; For obvious reasons, he had given that block a wide berth ever since.<br><br>This morning, Rich crossed Geary at Divisadero without incident.&nbsp; This whole area around the campus was fairly clear of survivors.&nbsp; After the shitshow that had been the USF siege a few months back, those who had held their ground here kept to themselves, which was just fine with Rich.&nbsp; The zombies were dense, but that was no problem with a few lures and well-placed barricades.<br><br>Warm air swimming round his face, Rich allowed himself to coast the last quarter-mile to his apartment complex.&nbsp; It was a large building, originally intended to house medical and graduate students, and one of several on the block.&nbsp; He had moved in a few weeks back with no fuss, but he had left much of the building unexplored.&nbsp; He had only busted into the rooms adjacent to his own on the third floor and checked the primary stairwell.&nbsp; Nothing special: some trash, a little bit of superficial damage, and a single large bloodstain where someone had laid down to die... and then changed their mind.<br><br>Maybe he'd explore the rest of the rooms on his floor today, stake out some territory.&nbsp; There could be all kinds of useful items just laying around, and if he had space he could create fallbacks and contingencies for worst case scenarios.<br><br>Rich dismounted next to the front door, looking up and down the sidewalk.<br><br>((If a roll is needed, the number is 5.&nbsp; Maybe the sun got in his eye?))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>03-01-2015, 01:42:53</strong>
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				<strong>Location/Time:</strong> Rich's Apartment Complex<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rich Han<br><br>Looking up and down the street, Rich saw no obvious danger on his way into the complex proper and up the stairs to his room. If he wanted to continue branching out from where he was staying, there were two options. The second door to the left was filled with shuffling and scratching sounds during the day. He couldn't say for sure how many rots were in there, but it was well past his ideal number of zero. Two doors to the right was a room that no noise ever seemed to come out of, even during the daytime. Both doors were locked, but it wasn't like they were made of steel.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>11-01-2015, 22:18:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Outside Gracie's Apartment, morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Daniel Bruce<br><br>"I'll cover you." James said shaking his head for a moment, "As for guns. I'm not a big fan of them, as they are too reliant on ammo. Same for bows, but at least those are quiet. I prefer to just run. Haven't encountered a single shambler yet that could keep up. And I wish I could brag about encountering those that could keep standing after I ran through them, but that's not the case."<br><br>He kept his thoughts mostly to himself, as dislike was not a luxury he could have. Besides, he was pretty certain he could outrun a smoker should a horde show up. Which was good. It might just distract them long enough.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 23:49:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gracie's apartment, morning<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Toffee<br><br>"No, I don't want to play right now." Gracie said in an irritated tone, brushing the tennis ball that had been dropped in her lap away, sending it bouncing across the floor and Toffee scampering along in chase. It didn't take long for the ball to back with her though, and this time the annoyed blonde tucked it under one of the couch cushions that she had been sitting on. "There. No more ball for you." She frowned, making a face at the now-confused dog. Gracie's irritation stemmed from the prolonged absence of her unexpected house guest. And while she didn't think she cared too much about what happened to him, it was nice to have some human interaction after what had seemed like an eternity on her own. <br><br>It didn't help matters that James reminded her just a little of someone she used to know. Someone from a time so far gone it might as well have been another life. Someone that probably didn't exist any longer. "Ugh. That's so depressing." Gracie groaned, chiding herself for the thought. She picked herself up off the couch and started to pace the apartment anxiously, having admitted defeat in her attempt to read a book to pass the time. If the man took any longer to return, Gracie feared that she might actually start to consider going out to search for him. Anything to stave off that feeling of not knowing exactly what was going on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 17:19:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Cool-blond-highlights.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Daniel "Blaze" Bruce</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=210710.msg10584868#msg10584868</div></div><br><strong>Location/Time: </strong> Maintence room of Gracie's apartment/Sunrise<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Chocolate brown t-shirt, blue jeans, boots, tool belt.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Greene<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Daniel nodded gravely.&nbsp; He could tell the man didn't like him, but he sensed this was a good man.&nbsp; "I'm counting on you, then," he said, clapping Jason on the shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When they were ready, the blond darted out the door.&nbsp; He ran a few paces away from where he wanted to go, then cornered sharply when he had the shambler's attention to dash for the generator's fence.&nbsp; <br><br>At 2015-01-24 10:55:38, Daniel Bruce (uid: 16) rolls: 1d10a4 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=70919)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The young blond darted and weaved.&nbsp; He wasn't the best runner, but he new how to turn and tumble, and he was very strong, so between springing off of a dumpster to get clear of a confused chamber and a few sudden twists, he got to the gate, jammed the key in the lock, threw it open, and closed it behind him.&nbsp; <br><br>The blond took three deep breaths, then quickly dropped into a crouch and began to check over the generator.&nbsp; If it had fuel and looked to be in working order, he dumped in a red bottle of gasoline additive to keep the fuel from jelling when they needed it most.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 18:38:11</strong>
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				<strong>Location/Time:</strong> Apartment Complex, Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Greene, Daniel Bruce<br><br>One by one, Daniel ducked under or around the clumsy grabs of nearby zombies, recovering quickly from every dive and roll to get back on his feet and keep running. He made it to the small, fenced off area with time enough to open the gate and shut it behind him, leaving the younger man plenty of time to do his work. As he does so, the scattered group of walkers close in on his location, pushing helplessly against the chain link fence as they try to reach the source of sound and movement. It was now time for James to enact his part of the plan and cause enough of a distraction for Daniel to escape the enclosure and get back inside, provided the athlete could be trusted to do so.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 19:16:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Outside Gracie's Apartment, morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Daniel Bruce<br><br>James watched with a calm detached look as the other man went across the fence, then as the zombies came to go after the breakfast presented to them. For a moment he just watched as they gathered at the fence, rattling it to get to their prey. But in this case, he needed to get them away from the generator. As that might be a very useful thing for his survival.<br><br>So, with an almost practiced ease, James started making calls towards the zombies, drawing their attention to him, luring them, like almost proper bait. What was a little extra bit of running among friends.<br><br>He glanced up at the apartments in between though, wondering about Gracie for a moment, actually wanting to get back to her and take advantage of her shower, since the girl showed little interest in any other harmless fun.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>25-01-2015, 00:45:45</strong>
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				<strong>Location/Time:</strong> Apartment Complex, Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Greene, Daniel Bruce, Gracie Evans<br><br>It took several seconds of James' loud taunts and jeers to draw the slow-witted herd away from his trusting ally. They moved toward the ex football player almost as one singular unit, a gradually approaching wave of awful stench and gnashing teeth. Since all were coming from one direction, it was no problem to keep luring them away without getting caught. This left Daniel plenty of time to exit the enclosure and lock it back up. Meanwhile, up in Gracie's apartment, Toffee had developed a sudden interest in the window. The loyal dog ran from Gracie's side&nbsp; to watch something curiously through the glass. In truth, he'd been drawn by the faint sounds of James' shouting in the yard.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>25-01-2015, 01:04:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gracie's apartment, morning<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Toffee<br><br>The sight of Toffee darting towards the window drew Gracie's attention. "What is it, boy?" She asked, shuffling over to the window to see what the fuss was about. What she saw horrified her. "What the hell is that idiot trying to do?" She frowned, obviously still unaware of the presence of another living body in the area. Whirling around, Gracie scanned the room for something she could throw to get the man's attention, since she didn't want to risk shouting and drawing the shambling mass up to her home. Eventually deciding on a glass ornament, the girl pushed the window open and flung the object as hard as she could at a wall close to James.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>25-01-2015, 18:30:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Outside Gracie's Apartment, morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gracie Evans, Daniel Bruce<br><br>James was almost laughing as he lured the zombies along with him, but he didn't lose sight of what was in the way he was luring them. When object shattered at a wall near him, he looked up at the direction it came from and when he saw who it was he pressed the fingers of his left hand to his lips then blew over them in the direction of Gracie with a very warm smile.<br><br>A smile that faded quickly for concentration though, as he ducked away and made his way along. Keep the zombies interested long enough for him to find a place with next to insurmountable obstacles for the zombies. A low fence, a shallow ditch and a quick slide over the hood of a long abandoned car, and the next leg of his trip was back to the apartment building in a much more casual saunter. With a very warm smile on his face and a spring to his step to the beat of some old song whose lyrics and probably even music he had mostly forgotten.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>26-01-2015, 21:51:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Cool-blond-highlights.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Daniel "Blaze" Bruce</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=210710.msg10584868#msg10584868</div></div><br><strong>Location/Time: </strong> Generator at Gracie's apartment/Sunrise<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Chocolate brown t-shirt, blue jeans, boots, tool belt.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Greene, Gracie<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Daniel grinned and bit back the urge to cheer for his ally.&nbsp; He quickly slipped back out of the generator cage, locked it, and broke into a run back for the main door.&nbsp; He shut it behind him and then located the door James would come back through, then got ready to open it for him if he came in at a sprint.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>27-01-2015, 13:44:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gracie's apartment, morning<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>James' reaction only served to heighten Gracie's annoyance at the entire situation. It seemed like everything was a joke to the man, even his own life. In any case, it didn't seem like he was in need of any assistance, and the blonde decided that the best course of action was simply to stay put and wait for him to return. "Nothing more to see here. " She said,&nbsp; nudging Toffee in the side with her knee as she did so. Returning to her usual spot on the plush couch, the girl patted the empty space beside her in a bid to beckon the dog over.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>29-01-2015, 19:17:03</strong>
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				<strong>Location/Time:</strong> Apartment Complex, Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Greene, Daniel Bruce, Gracie Evans<br><br>Overall, the mission was a total success. Not only had James and Daniel ensured that the generator would be usable if they needed it in coming days, they'd reduced the local zombie presence slightly by pied pipering them into a nearby parking garage. James' walk back was largely uneventful, save for a few easily avoided crawlers, and he returned to find Daniel politely holding the door open for him.<br><br>Meanwhile, up in the apartment, Toffee realized the show was over when the small horde had been lead out of sight. With a wagging tail and a canine smile, he jumped up onto the couch beside Gracie, laying his head in her lap to be petted and scratched and generally lavished with attention.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 14:43:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Apartment Complex, morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Daniel Bruce, Gracie Evans<br><br>He grinned at the other man as he entered the building. "That was easy. Just don't go into the parking garage for a couple of days." he said calmly, then actually looked thoughtful as an idea crossed his mind. "Do you happen to have a master key to the apartments ?" he asked, pausing for a moment, "Or maybe just a crowbar to use as one ? After all, conserving energy by turning of all electrical appliances except those we actually use may be a very good idea. And who knows what we can find. Food in fridges and freezers. Weapons...."<br><br>James smiled again and looked at him for a moment. "If you think it's a good idea, meet me at the lowest floor apartments in ... half an hour, or I come look you up here." he said to him, with a moment hesitation, deciding to keep things 'vague' on purpose, "I'm going back to my friends, bring them up to speed, have a shower and then I shall seek you out again."<br><br><br>He nodded, not waiting for an answer and made his way up the stairs to Gracie's apartment. He really was looking forward to that shower now. And to the girl's company. That brought a grin on his face, as he carefully knocked at the door, loudly whispering: "It's me. James."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 16:30:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gracie's apartment, morning<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>"Good boy.." Gracie murmured, as the dog settled himself next to her. Slender fingers scratched him between the ears as the girl used the moment's quiet to reflect on what she had just witnessed, and her current situation as a whole. "You know, everyone would love you too, despite all the silly things you do." She added, as her thoughts turned to those of her family, as they tended to do on a regular basis.<br><br>As Gracie took stock of her situation, it was clear that she couldn't stay here for any longer, as comfortable an existence as it may have been. Her supply of food was nearly depleted, and she was quite frankly, sick and tired of sitting around all day for help that was probably never to come. No, she had to make a move, and by the time James had knocked on her door she had already made her mind up to attempt to head back home, regardless of what the man thought about it.<br><br>Letting out a sigh,&nbsp; Gracie hopped to her feet and made her way over the door, where Toffee was already waiting expectantly, having bounded ahead the moment he heard someone approach. Pulling open the door, the girl stood to one side to let James in, her brow furrowing slightly as she did so. "What was all that about?" She asked, referring the events she had witnessed earlier.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>04-02-2015, 19:06:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Apartment Complex, morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gracie Evans<br><br>"Helped the maintenance guy out with the generator." James said to her simply, realizing that he never caught the guy's name. "Muscle car. Smells of cigarettes. Blond. About my age." he described looking for recognition in Gracie's eyes, but also trying to avoid the negative adverbs that he could use to describe him.<br><br>Then he smiled at her, gentle eyes. "Mr. Maintenance did give me an idea while talking with him. This place, we're lucky it's still up and running the way it is. And we could turn this into a solid base of operations with a little work. First step there, making sure that every apartment is empty, and make sure it's not using unnecessary power." he said to her and looked at her, "And after that there is a whole lot of work to be done, but I'm willing to put it in. All you need to do is ask. Seeing how this is your place and such..."<br><br>His smile widened a little more. "I would like to take another shower though, the morning run was a little longer than I expected. Care to join me ?" he asked her with a hint of playfulness.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>05-02-2015, 00:22:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gracie's apartment, morning<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>Gracie's eyes widened a little at the mention of someone else around the building - someone whose body hadn't&nbsp; yet turned cold anyway. Those same eyes would have widened even more if not for her physical limitations as James invited her to join him in the shower.&nbsp; Jokingly of course, or so Gracie thought.<br><br>"Yeah... no, that's alright,&nbsp; you go on ahead. Besides you know where everything is already. Just... use the doors this time, alright? " The woman puffed out a sigh as she resisted the urge to shake her head at the thought of the incident the day before. <br><br>There was a brief pause before Gracie spoke up again, her tone much softer this time around. "I don't think I've seen who you mentioned around though, but I've never had much of a problem up here so I've never had any reason to." The blonde stopped to ponder her next words, since James had seemed pretty enthusiastic about fortifying the place.<br><br>"Anyway...&nbsp; I really appreciate all that you're trying to do, but... I don't intend to stick around for too much longer. There's not much food left and I'm gonna head east, back home." Another moment's hesitation followed, before Gracie decided to continue. "You're .. welcome to come along of you wish, I guess." <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>05-02-2015, 23:28:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Cool-blond-highlights.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Daniel "Blaze" Bruce</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=210710.msg10584868#msg10584868</div></div><br><strong>Location/Time: </strong> Generator at Gracie's apartment/Sunrise<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Chocolate brown t-shirt, blue jeans, boots, tool belt.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Greene, Gracie<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Daniel nodded, then smiled, "Great idea, James.&nbsp; I'll be there."&nbsp; He slipped back into his office and enjoyed a smoke from his special stash, then a Pepsi, then a normal smoke.&nbsp; Feeling solid and relaxed again, he hit the showers in his own apartment and changed into some clean clothes.&nbsp; Next stop was the lock box back in his office for the master key ring.&nbsp; From there, he grabbed 3 more Pepsi from the fridge, replaced them with more to chill, and headed back out to the courtyard--tool belt still ready.&nbsp; "James?&nbsp; Miss Evans?&nbsp; You around?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>12-02-2015, 11:55:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Apartment Complex, morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, jeans, dress shirt.<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gracie Evans, Daniel Bruce<br><br>"No need to be embarrassed." he said when he thought she showed some, "Only if you <strong>want</strong>." He then turned and picked up some new clothing for himself, brand new actually, and was about to walk to the shower, perhaps giving her another little show later on, when he heard her talk about leaving the city.<br><br>"Leave ? Are you certain ?" he asked her for a moment, actually letting her offer sink in, "I'll have to think on that..." He really had to and what little flirtatious playfulness he showed before was gone as he disappeared into the shower. Aside from a trip to Vegas in college, and a few football related work trips, he never actually had left the city. On the other hand, with the shamblers around, no more football, this place was little less like the home he knew, and it wasn't like he had better things to do. He then nodded as he turned off the water. His mind made up.<br><br>He finished drying himself, put the towel away neatly as Gracie had demanded of him, then put on his boxers and his pants, putting on a clean shirt, as he walked out. Just giving her a little extra show, as he was buttoning up when he walked back to her.<br><br>James looked at her, his eyes very serious. "I have nothing keeping me here in San Francisco, Gracie." he said to her, pausing for a moment, as he gauged her reaction, "So I will come with you, on one condition."<br><br>His serious expression faded the moment when he began on the condition as he looked at her playful. "I'm a man with needs and appetites... and for a while they have been mounting. So an answer to the question is my condition. I'll come along no matter the answer though, as long as it's given." he said to her, as his expression shifted from playful to a smoldering intense look, "Is there any chance you may want to sate my needs and appetites ?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>13-02-2015, 05:35:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gracie's apartment, morning<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>The blonde rolled her eyes the moment James had turned his back to her for the bathroom. She glanced down at the dog by her feet and noted the slight tilting of the head, as well as the expression on his canine features. "What?" She asked, probably reading far too much intoToffee's actions, though that was the result of spending all that time alone with him and no one else to talk to. "You're just biased because he fed you. Unlike what I've been doing for the past couple of weeks right?"<br><br>Gracie made a face at her companion as she proceeded to check on all the belongings she intended to take with her on her journey. With everything already packed up nicely from her earlier excursion, there wasn't much that Gracie needed to add, apart from a small pouch containing keepsakes that she just could not bear to leave behind, gifts and trinkets that were linked to people she cared about. A little extra weight couldn't hurt anyway, the girl figured, finishing up just in time to see James emerge from her room.<br><br>Naturally, the blonde's eyes were drawn to the little gap in James' shirt as he buttoned up, though she averted her gaze quickly enough to match his as he spoke. The expression on Gracie's features turned quizzical at the mention of a condition, quickly changing into an incredulous one when she found out the exact nature of said condition.<br><br><em>You've got to be kidding me,</em> she thought, her brow furrowing as she found herself unable to tell if the man as joking or not, which had pretty much been the case throughout the short span of time that she had been acquainted with James. <br><br>"Uh- I.. " Gracie began, finding herself at a loss in regards to how to respond to such a direct proposition. "I'm going to say no.. not right now." She shook her head, stopping just short of saying 'not ever'. The blonde shrugged her shoulders helplessly. "Trust me, you wouldn't like me very much anyway." She added in her usual self-depreciating manner.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>14-02-2015, 21:46:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Apartment Complex, morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, jeans, dress shirt.<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gracie Evans<br><br>He smiled at her reaction again, moving a tad bit closer to her, just one step, amused in some way, but also feeling a little guilty at his direct proposition. Just a little bit. But he was getting at the point that cold showers and hand action did very little to sate himself, and in his mind, he had done some pretty interesting things to the girl already.<br><br>James heard what she said then and looked at her with a momentary gentle expression. "I'm almost sure that there you're wrong, Gracie." he said, his voice soft as he reached out to her with his hands to her waist, then moved them back with what seemed to be a bit of self-restrained, before smiling at her again, taking a deep breath and looking at her.<br><br>"So east ?" he asked her, changing the subject, moving his mind away from the thoughts that went through it, and to the other thought, of perhaps other people, "Where exactly east ?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>15-02-2015, 10:48:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gracie's apartment, morning<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>The little movements of James' hands did not go unnoticed by Gracie, though she thankfully wasn't forced into dealing with an uncomfortable situation when the man pulled back. Part of her was tempted to just go it alone, but the girl knew that would have been a detriment to her already-slim chances of reaching her destination.<br><br>"Small-town Colorado, Aspen specifically." Gracie sighed, unable to stop herself from doing so at the mention of home. "There aren't all that many people there, and chances are they would have been able to keep everything under control there, if any of this crap even made it that far anyway." That was what Gracie hoped for anyway. The logic behind her reasoning was sound, with a population under ten thousand, she figured things were surely better there than they were here. And she'd been able to make it so far in a city of millions.<br><br>"So, I was thinking we'd leave today, once I get ready, get as far as we can and find some place to hole up before it gets dark, rinse and repeat until we get there, sound good?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>22-02-2015, 23:13:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Apartment Complex, morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Daniel Bruce, Gracie Evans<br><br>He kept his hands to himself, and put his mind to other tasks, looking thoughtful for a moment. "It is a pretty long trip." he said to her as he went over the numbers in his head, "We'll need food and water, at least for a couple of days. And probably some camping gear..."<br><br>James did glance at her carefully from behind the mask of thoughtfulness, at least part of him did. Was he really getting that desperate. Because what he just did, even gave himself the creeps. Well, a little.<br><br>"I actually did own a store in sporting good, that also held camping goods. That is before the divorce." he said and chuckled, "Before the zombie apocalypse even... we may actually be good off going there. And perhaps hit a car dealership ... if we can find a good Asian family car. They got lots of room and good fuel economy... or so my ex told me ..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 03:41:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gracie's apartment, morning<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>"What's wrong with my car?" Gracie asked, perhaps a little <em>too</em> defensively. Sure,&nbsp; it might have been a little beat up, but it still did the job pretty well, plus it held sentimental value for the girl. Whatever James' response, she met it with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, having already made her mind up. <br><br>"Anyway, getting some supplies probably is a good idea. Just give me a few to pack up and get ready." Gracie added, mildly surprised at the man's revelation that he had once been married. Leaving things on that note,&nbsp; the girl turned on her heels and made off in the direction of her room to pack, closing the door behind her once she got there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>24-02-2015, 21:18:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Apartment Complex, morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Daniel Bruce, Gracie Evans<br><br>He glanced at her as she left, and packed his own meager belongings. There was probably nothing wrong with her car, it wasn't like he was an expert, but a family car could take a lot of cargo, provide shelter, and probably house more than just the two of them. Which he remembered was the case, as there was the guy downstairs still.<br><br>"Gracie, there is also this maintenance guy I mentioned." he said to her, "I'm not sure if he wants to come, but if he does, well ... it's up to you. I'm packed and ready."<br><br>Not very ready, but at least the company he kept now was living.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>11-03-2015, 09:55:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gracie's apartment, morning<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>Gracie rubbed her temple and let out a sigh of mild frustration, stemming from the fact that she didn't know if she could trust James' judgement. The blonde racked her brain, trying to recall any impressions she might have had of a building maintenance person but they were chopped and changed with such frequency that she could never really keep up with them all. Add that to the fact she seldom had any reason to require any help in the upkeep of the apartment and Gracie had really no idea Jim was talking about. "Alright... why don't you go down and get him then, and I'll meet you both at the entrance of the building once I'm done." She suggested, giving herself at least an opportunity to see who she would be dealing before she met him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>19-03-2015, 13:22:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Apartment Complex, morning<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Daniel Bruce, Gracie Evans<br><br>"I'll pack my things." he said and nodded at her, then went to work, quiet, gathering up what little of his belongings he had left there. She had cleverly shifted the responsibility for the guy to him, and that left him with the choice. <em>"Ah well."</em> he mused as he left the apartment. "I'll see you downstairs." he said putting his belongings on his back as he headed downstairs.<br><br>"So ..." he said to the blond man, as he approached, "I hope you're not too attached to the plan, but my companion has a different mind, and I decided to follow her plan. We're headed out of the city, going East. See if things are better there. Smaller towns may have less troubles, and may have less shamblers too."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 11:28:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Cool-blond-highlights.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Daniel "Blaze" Bruce</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=210710.msg10584868#msg10584868</div></div><br><strong>Location/Time: </strong> Generator at Gracie's apartment/Sunrise<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Chocolate brown t-shirt, blue jeans, boots, tool belt.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Greene, Gracie<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"huh..."&nbsp; Daniel pondered for a moment, then shrugged.&nbsp; "All right.&nbsp; I suppose that's as good a plan as any I have.&nbsp; Let me throw some things into my duffel and I'll be good to go."&nbsp; He pondered for a moment, then inquired, "Do you two have a car?&nbsp; We should keep some gas cans in the trunk.&nbsp; And I'd still like to find a decent crossbow."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>25-04-2015, 22:07:03</strong>
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				<strong>Location/Time: </strong>Apartment Complex, mid-morning to late morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Daniel Bruce, Gracie Evans, James Greene<br><br>After Daniel packed his things, the three survivors had a long discussion regarding the details of their road trip to Colorado. The final decision was that they'd all pile into Gracie's car, fill it up, load the trunk with two cans of gas and a spare tire. After that, the group could fret about how much food and other supplies to bring. There were a few options in regards to where all of these things should be obtained.<br><br><strong>Parking Garage:</strong> Being right across the street means that the party can make a quick and safe trek there. The number and variety of cars means that finding gasoline and a proper tire should be child's play. The downside is that James led a small herd of zombies into there earlier, and besides that, the party would actually have to go through the process of siphoning gas out with a length of garden hose and removing a tire that's already attached to a car. Easily a few minutes' work, even with the tools available to Daniel.<br><br><strong>Gas Station:</strong> Just a couple of blocks from the complex, this is where Gracie has been getting most of her supplies for the past month. It's a short trip and an easy way to obtain gasoline (as well as some new gas cans), but that's all they're likely to find without some serious scrounging.<br><br><strong>Auto Shop:</strong> It's a bit of a drive, but this is probably the best place to go for a fresh spare tire and any tools not currently available to the team. In fact, the garage could be used to replace the set currently on Gracie's car with fairly little trouble. Probably not a high priority target for violent looters or shambling herds, but the area is still an unknown.<br><br><strong>Grocery Store:</strong> In the same parking lot at the auto shop. There may be some canned goods left on the shelves. If nothing else, there will definitely be plenty of unlooted dog food. Obviously a high-risk location that could reap sweet rewards for the dedicated scrounger.<br><br><strong>Pet Store:</strong> A small shop some blocks from the apartment complex. Probably not even considered by most looters, this should be a safe and easy place to obtain dog food or anything else Toffee might need for the trip.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>26-04-2015, 09:29:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Apartment Complex, mid-morning.<br><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Daniel Bruce, Gracie Evans<br><br>"I don't think the parking garage is a place we should go for supplies. I did actually lead a small horde there." James said, "Going there is just risky, but we could always keep it as an backup should the other location fall through."<br><br>He looked at Gracie, then to Bruce, before giving Toffee a scratch under his chin. "We should take care of the transportation and food for us first. And while I'm certain dog food is edible to humans, so far I have not had to resort to eating it, and I don't want to start today." he said, his tone soft, "So I suggest going to the hit the stores over at the parking lot. You know, the one we came by when we drove back from the Wharf."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>26-04-2015, 11:58:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Gracie Evans<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Gracie's apartment, morning<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Baggy flannel shirt, jeans, hiking boots<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James<br><br>Having been allowed to hold on to her car for just awhile longer, Gracie didn't really feel like she could suggest an alternative plan, even if the one that James had come up with sounded a bit too risky for her liking.<br><br>"Yeah alright sounds good to me." The blonde said , shrugging a shoulder as she did so. risky as it was, the plan didn't really seem too bad. Chances were that she would be able to find some dog food at the stores they were planning to hit, and getting some supplies to ensure their mode of transport would last as long as possible seemed like a prudent move as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>05-05-2015, 12:05:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Cool-blond-highlights.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Daniel "Blaze" Bruce</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=210710.msg10584868#msg10584868</div></div><br><strong>Location/Time: </strong> Generator at Gracie's apartment/Sunrise<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Chocolate brown t-shirt, blue jeans, boots, tool belt.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Greene, Gracie<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"My thoughts exactly," Daniel replied.&nbsp; He took a draw on his can of pepsi, then tossed it in the waist bucket.&nbsp; "Ready to get started?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>07-05-2015, 08:59:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Cool-blond-highlights.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Daniel "Blaze" Bruce</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=210710.msg10584868#msg10584868</div></div><br><strong>Location/Time: </strong> Generator at Gracie's apartment/Sunrise<br><strong>Attire:</strong> Chocolate brown t-shirt, blue jeans, boots, tool belt.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Greene, Gracie<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Daniel offered to drive.&nbsp; He groaned a little bit at the unfamiliar car and spent a little bit of time adjusting the seat.&nbsp; Then he cruised out smoothly, but couldn't decide if he was less comfortable with the dead men shambling around on the road or the automatic transmission.&nbsp; <br><br>At 2015-05-07 01:56:46, Daniel Bruce (uid: 16) rolls: 1d10a6 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=75343)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>16-05-2015, 00:42:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Location/Time:</strong> Streets of San Francisco, Late Morning<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> James Greene, Gracie Evans, Daniel Bruce<br><br>Daniel's attempt at driving Gracie's car was mostly successful, getting him as far as the parking lot of the stores they intended to search without hitting anything. The parking lot itself would be another story, however, as it was littered with cars, some in parking spots and others and others crashed into each other between the rows. Also, of course, there were enough zombies either reaching out of car windows or shambling around freely to make the trip a dangerous one. The group would either have to plough through some walkers to get to the desired storefront, potentially damaging the car, or run/sneak/fight the rest of the way through on foot.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>14-07-2015, 09:19:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Not wanting to put their only mode of transportation at risk, Gracie was understandably reluctant to use the car has a battering ram to carve a path through the mass of bodies in front of them. "Stop..." she said softly, peering out of the window, tight lipped&nbsp; at the scene before her eyes. "We should try to go around them on foot... don't want to lose the car before we get out of the city."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>20-07-2015, 21:08:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Daniel slowed the car to a stop several yards down the road from the shopping center, where the three could discuss strategy without wandering undead gnawing at Gracie's car windows. The driver turned to James, who sat in the passenger seat while Gracie kept Toffee relatively calm in the back. "I'm thinkin' we do this like we did the generator. You run around, keep them walking in circles while I stick with Miss Evans and bash anything that gets too close." To emphasize his point, the blonde handyman pulled a sizable pipe wrench from his toolbelt and tapped it against his palm. "When we get to the front door, we'll cover you, so you can run inside with us."<br><br>James thought over this for a moment, looking between his two companions as though seriously weighing their skills and trustworthiness. Ultimately, the solidly built man relented with a sigh. "Alright. But if I'm gonna be bait again, I want the gun." Upon saying so, he held an open palm out to Gracie, expecting her to hand over the revolver in her possession.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>21-07-2015, 16:11:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Gracie didn't like the idea of being out of the car one bit, and from what little she had seen of James so far, liked the notion of handing the loaded weapon to James even less. The last thing they needed was him to start frring and attracting more attention from around the already infested area. "Can't do that.." Gracie said firmly, shaking her head. "Not a good idea to risk shooting and lure any more of those things. I'll try to look out for you with this though.." She added, gesturing towards her bow.<br><br>The blonde dug into her bag and retrieved a sturdy leash which she roped around Toffee's neck, before tying the other end to her belt. "Can't leave him alone in the car either.. he'd go crazy otherwise." She said, explaining her actions. "So, we going to get this over with or what?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>26-07-2015, 03:49:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				James slumped and grimaced at being refused a weapon, but it wasn't exactly like he could demand that Daniel turn the car around and take them all home. With a deep, resigned sigh, the former athlete nodded firmly. "Alright, let's go!" Before he could change his mind, James exited the car and put on his old helmet. Combined with the padding covering him from shoulders to knees, it would provide some decent bite protection as he ran around, corralling the dead away from the supermarket's front door. With Daniel at her left side and Toffee at her right, Gracie was free to make a dash for the shattered glass entrance.<br><br>A couple of stragglers still stood in their way, so Daniel ran up ahead by a few feet and swung his heavy pipe wrench right through one of their skulls, taking it to the ground and splattering the pavement with reddish gray matter. Invigorated by the successful hit, he continued his charge without breaking pace, and bounced his blunt tool off of yet another skull. The second walker turned out to have a harder head, though and remained standing.&nbsp; The shambling abomination would have taken a mouthful of retaliation had Toffee not leapt up to bite its throat out, nearly pulling Gracie from her feet with his aggressive leap and leaving the creature's head connected by little more than bone.<br><br>With nothing else to impede their progress, the three made it through the front door. A look back revealed James approaching quickly, and a herd of shamblers very slowly following from some distance behind. Leaning against the wall and taking ragged breaths, the older man turned to Gracie "Been out of practice too long... We need to block them off." The small group of survivor's had some options in the matter and what looked like a good minute to implement them. A line of shopping carts was the easiest and most obvious option, but probably not the best. Some nearby vending machines would provide a more solid defense, providing the team had the strength and stamina to get them in place.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>26-07-2015, 11:04:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Even after all that she had seen so far, Gracie still hadn't quite gotten used to the sight of a human head being split open, and she didn't think that she ever would. Stumbling forward as her trusty companion lunged for one of the dead, Gracie recovered quickly enough to reel Toffee back in after he'd taken out the shambler. "Easy boy.." she said soothingly, directing him towards their intended destination. Even in the heat of the moment Gracie knew that she'd be dealing with a bruised hip later on, but for now she had bigger problems on hand.<br><br>Running past what little remained of the store entrance, Gracie felt a wave of relief wash over her when James made it in shortly after, even if that feeling was short-lived, tempered by the sight of the&nbsp; shambling group following in his wake. Glancing to her side, Gracie spotted a couple of those claw game machines. "There!" She exclaimed, jogging over the one. On closer inspection, the blonde noted that while the machine had wheels, it also had a stopper that would keep it from moving once activated.<br><br>It took a bit of trying , but Gracie managed to free the machine with a well placed stomp of her boot to the lever that kept the wheels locked in place. Even then though, it was still difficult to move the machine. Years of under-maintanence and&nbsp; being locked in place made sure of that. The blonde knew that she wouldn't be able to move the machines on her own, not before the walkers got in, anyway. "Little help here?" She called,&nbsp; glancing in the direction of her companions.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>05-08-2015, 05:12:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				James and Daniel were quick to rush over and grab the machine from either side. The football player didn't bother looking back at Gracie as both men used their strength to move the improvised barrier with impressive speed. "We got it, cover us!" This turned out to be sound advice, as walker had just shuffled out from the aisles to investigate the squeaking sound of rusted wheels. For the moment, it seemed to be alone. Having the decency not to nearly drag his caretaker across the floor again, Toffee nearly reared back and growled, ready for anyone or anything to come within the reach of his rope leash.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>05-08-2015, 11:02:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Spurred into action by her companion's words, Gracie readied her bow the moment she saw the the shamble poke its head round the corner of the aisle. Still buzzing from the adrenaline coursing through her system, her first shot went high and wide of the mark, sailing harmlessly into on of the lanes further down. Gritting her teeth, the blonde took a moment to calm herself down before lining up another shot. This one flew true, and the arrow buried itself deep in the corpse's skull. However, it didn't fall as Gracie expected it to, the arrow only serving to stagger it for a few seconds before it continued making a beeline for her. "Shit!"&nbsp; She hissed under her breath. Beginning to panic a little, Gracie let another two shots fly, this time not giving as much care to her aim as she had before, as the walker had started to close in. Even another hit didn't seem to do anything, and it was more out of hope than expectation that Gracie fired off her fifth, and what turned out to be the final arrow, straight into the walker's chest, knocking it back a few steps before it finally crumpled into a heap. Letting out a sigh of relief, the blonde quickly turned, trying to see how James and Daniel were doing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>11-08-2015, 17:08:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After her somewhat embarrassing bout of archery, Gracie turned back to see that the men had exceeded her expectations. Not only had they gotten the claw machine in place, they'd managed to move one of the heavy soda machines behind it and smashed various candy/toy dispensers on the ground, leaving a field of glass that would really ruin the day of anybody without decently thick shoes. Having gotten a chance to flex his muscles, James approached with more arrogant swagger than usual, some of which seemed to have rubbed off on Daniel. "Well, nobody's going in or out that way. I'll check the freezers. Gracie, you check the pharmacy. Daniel, canned goods." His take-charge attitude was a little irritating, but the older man's suggestions weren't really out of line, and splitting up meant that Gracie could collect her missed shots in peace.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>12-08-2015, 02:36:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>The proposed arrangement suited Gracie just fine as she gave the man an affirmative nod before moving off to pick up her shots - including those stuck in the walker that she'd just felled. Getting them out of the now motionless body was an exercise in keeping her disgust in check, while Toffee seemed to be overly-excitable over the act. "Calm down, silly boy." The blonde frowned, nicking him in the side with her heel to drive her point home. Once she had gathered up her arrows, Gracie did as she was told and headed for the pharmacy with her companion in tow. With any luck, the place wouldn't be completely ransacked just yet, though the blonde knew better than to bet on it, given how things had turned out for her so far.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>18-08-2015, 01:18:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The hunt for her arrows took Gracie through a few aisles, giving her a good idea of how chaotic the initial wave of looting must have been. The amount of rotting food and long-dried blood on the floor was almost enough to give her a new appreciation for the smell of a freshly risen corpse. Toffee always had to stop and growl softly at the bodies they stepped over with smashed or punctured skulls, including one with an obvious gunshot wound to the knee that crawled so slowly after them as to be unworthy of attention. After a few minutes of searching and picking things up, Gracie still found herself short one arrow. She probably could have spent more time looking for the last one, but then she would have to explain to her fellow survivors why it took so long to search the pharmacy.<br><br>When run by the living, pharmacies prize organization above all else. Everything in its place, careful measurements, and secure transactions. No living person had seen this one in a couple of weeks, at least, and those who had were more interested in filling bags than meeting individual need. Bottles and loose pills were scattered across the floor, as were various medical liquids and the shards of glass that once housed them. Fortunately for her, though, Gracie had a sharp eye and most of a doctor's education. She was able to pick through the mess and find some good stuff that wouldn't expire for quite a while. On the other side of the pharmacy counter, the observant ex-student was able to find some untarnished first-aid supplies as well.<br><br>(Found: 1 large bottle of rubbing alcohol, 1 bottle of medical lubricant, 30 anti-anxiety pills, 30' of clean bandages, 30 sleeping pills, 5 clean syringes, 30 estrogen pills.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>18-08-2015, 02:35:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>With all the mess on the floor, Gracie wasn't willing to risk Toffee hurting himself on a stray shard of glass or eating any of the pills off of the floor, and so she made her canine companion wait just outside the threshold which marked out the pharmacy from the rest of the store. Picking her way through the place, the blonde was a little disappointed to find that most of the good stuff had already been looted. "Crap.. not even some aspirin.." She sighed. What little she did find she placed in a plastic bag she found behind the counter, save for the estrogen, which she squirreled away deep inside her pack.<br><br>"C'mon then, they'll want to see what we've found. Maybe they've got something good for you." Gracie told her companion, securing his leash back on her belt as she walked off in search of the men, hoping that they had better luck than she did in the pharmacy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>24-08-2015, 08:19:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toffee whined and barked a bit at being leashed to a nearby bench while Gracie walked out of his reach, but she knew it was for the best. Unfortunately, that may not truly be the case, as he belted out a particularly loud bark of excitement upon her return. This was followed by shuffling and clattering noises emitting from several places in the store. Of particular note were the sound of a panicked, "SHIT!" from Daniel and a lot of glass breaking at once somewhere near the dairy refridgerators. James did say he was checking out the freezer... It was likely that both of the men needed help, and Gracie would too if she didn't make a run for the emergency exit right away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>24-08-2015, 22:37:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Gracie jumped at the loud noise, glancing around in panic as she tried to find the source of the commotion. It didn't take long for the blonde to decide that she needed to go and try to help her companions, her innate nature pretty much demanded it. Besides, they'd do the same for her right? Wrapping one hand tightly around Toffee's leash to keep the excited canine in check, Gracie took off in the direction of the trouble, hoping that she wouldn't find anything too dire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>28-08-2015, 06:52:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gracie knew the grocery store well enough to plot her course on the run. From the pharmacy counter, it would only be a quick dash to the canned goods, which she could take a right at the other end and it would be a straight shot to the dairy corner. The first thing she noticed about both aisles usually full of canned goods was that Daniel couldn't be found in either of them. The second was that they were probably the most thoroughly looted part of the store, the only food left being that which had been long since crushed underfoot. What did linger in the soup aisle was a few hundred pounds of dead muscle on two legs standing between Gracie and the deli counter, which normally wouldn't have even caught her eye were it not for the bloody pipewrench lying in a mess of broken glass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>29-08-2015, 09:37:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>A startled gasp escaped Gracie's lips when she spotted the large form in one of the aisles. For a moment or two, she remained caught in two minds, unsure of what to do. Then the tugging at her hips spurred her into action, and she quickly realized that it was better to run instead of picking a fight she probably wouldn't win. Moving as quickly , and quietly as she could, Gracie motored towards the nearest exit, all the while craning her neck in an attempt to see if any of her companions could be spotted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>04-09-2015, 12:21:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Crouching low and moving at a speed just short of a run, Gracie moved toward the back area of the grocery store, the shuffling and tripping of the dead growing louder and closer until she was deathly afraid to look behind her and see just how many had emerged from the aisles. From the edge of her field of vision, she could see the dairy refrigerators and a body lying by one of the shattered glass doors, covered in shards as though it had been tossed through from inside of the restocking freezer. It wasn't James, though. It couldn't be. James just tackled a zombie through the door because Gracie wouldn't give him a weapon... Shit, Gracie wouldn't give him a weapon...<br><br>Dashing into the employee's area and out of the back door, the lone survivor found herself in the alley behind the building. A left turn would take her toward the car and a right would lead to the auto shop. Of course, there was no way Gracie would be able to carry a spare tire all the way back to her vehicle, but maybe she could grab a toolbox or something. Two walkers blocked the way to her car and only one blocked her way to the shop. In the bright sunlight, even their dull senses picked up her quickly moving form, urging them to shamble toward her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>04-09-2015, 15:29:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Not in a mood to dally around any longer, given how quickly the situation seemed to be going sideways, Gracie decided to head straight for her vehicle. Even though her earlier encounter in the store gave her cause to doubt her ability to take own two of the shambling corpses at the same time, Gracie remained undeterred, standing firm in her conviction to escape what now seemed like an ill-fated excursion. Besides, she had been successful not too long ago, back in that alleyway. Taking a deep breath to compose herself, the blonde readied herself to face her quarry.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>14-09-2015, 06:28:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With safety so close and death even closer, Gracie stood her ground and loosed a few arrows at the zombies blocking access to her car. The first one was taken down instantly. The second went down after one shot landed in a dumpster behind the store and another sunk uselessly into its chest, nowhere near the heart. No sooner had she ran ahead to retrieve her ammunition (not bothering with the one lost in a pile of month-old garbage) than the emergency exit behind her slowly pushed open, pouring out the aggro train of shambling bodies she was desperately trying to escape. Outrunning them was child's play, of course, and Gracie's pumping legs soon took her to the edge of the shopping center and a bit down the street where her car waited. Any hope that James and Daniel might have made it out was dashed when neither of them were seen by the vehicle, calling for her to hop in and speed them out of there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>14-09-2015, 14:45:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Much to Gracie's relief, her latest encounter seemed to go a lot better, at least compared to back in the store, leaving her with a clear path to her car. With her companions nowhere to be seen, the blonde took a glance over her shoulder to check if they were attempting to follow her, and when she found otherwise, decided to press onward. Slightly out of breath she climbed into the vehicle first in order to coax Toffee into following her in. Once the both of them were safely inside, Gracie started up the engine, casting one last look in the direction of the shops, before driving off, grim-faced.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>16-09-2015, 09:20:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Physically, the drive away from the shopping center was easy. Move ahead, swerve around shamblers, don't hit the abandoned cars. Mentally, it was an ordeal. James was a prick and Daniel was basically a stranger, but they were still people, and nobody deserves the fate that Gracie may have just left them to. That could be compartmentalized, though. What couldn't be compartmentalized was Toffee in the backseat, barking at everything he saw outside of the windows because she wasn't back there to calm and restrain him. It was making it hard to think. It was making it hard to think about not thinking when there was so much the young woman didn't want to think about just then.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>16-09-2015, 11:59:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Weighed down by heavy thoughts as she was, it took awhile for Gracie to realize that she had been driving aimlessly for the past couple of minutes. The barking in the back down help things either, and the blonde had to stop for a few moments, just to gather her thoughts and catch her bearings. "Hey - come here.. " she said softly, reaching behind to gently tug on the dog's collar in order to guide him into the passenger's seat. "Better?" She asked, running a hand under Toffee's&nbsp; chin in&nbsp; an attempt to calm him down. Once his excitement had died down enough to satisfy the woman, she turned her attention back to the road ahead. "Right... home." She said to no one, and started to move off in the direction of the highways which would take her there. Getting more supplies should be easier outside the city, Gracie figured, where the population wouldn't be as dense.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>22-09-2015, 16:42:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				From that point forward, the drive was fairly easy and Toffee was fairly well-behaved whenever he had a hand on him. The ease and quiet was a mixed blessing, however, as it gave Gracie more time to dwell on the ordeal she'd just faced and the road ahead that she'd have to travel alone. Well, not entirely alone, as a bored nudge from the dog in the passenger seat reminded her. She had a dog with a strong protective instinct and what seemed to her like rudimentary training. Toffee allowed himself to be leashed without much trouble when Gracie reached a gas station just outside of the city. Her tank was nowhere near empty, but it certainly wouldn't hurt to top off and maybe fill the extra can. The lights inside of the station were turned off, or maybe they burned out after being on for a month straight. Either way, the late afternoon sun was on the wrong side of the building to provide much visibility.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>23-09-2015, 06:46:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>It was just as well that Gracie spotted the gas station in the distance, as the strain of what had been an extremely trying day had been weighing heavily on her shoulders for quite awhile. The dimming sky served as a reminder that she would need to find a place to lay low for the night as well, and if things turned out in her favor the gas station would fulfill most of immediate needs. With that in mind, the blonde peeled off the main road and turned in the direction of the gas station, keeping her fingers crossed that it would be well-stocked and free of any threats, unlikely as that might have sounded.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>23-09-2015, 21:39:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was only one other car in the parking lot as Gracie pulled up, and the layer of dust on it implied that the vehicle hadn't moved in some time. Once inside, it didn't take her long to find the owner, a body that was probably a woman, full of bullet holes and slumped against the wall behind the counter. This, coupled with her attendant's uniform spelled out a rather violent robbery not long after the outbreak hit its peak. The shelves were practically bare and all cash was taken from the register, but Gracie was able to sort through some debris on the floor and find a couple of useful things. She'd figured out how to work the register's program for pump paying some time ago and it wasn't much longer before the increasingly jaded young survivor had a full tank of gas.<br><br>(Found: 6 cheap plastic lighters, 1 pocket flashlight, 1 day's worth of human food, keys to the car outside.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>24-09-2015, 08:36:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Gracie felt a chill creep up her alone when she spotted the long-forgotten body behind the register, but other than that was relieved to find the place otherwise abandoned. The relative lack of useful supplies came as a bit of a disappointment, but the blonde had expected as much anyway and took what she could before proceeding to fill her car up. Having left Toffee in the vehicle, her companion watched her intently all the way&nbsp; making sure she never left his line of sight. Once the tank was topped up, Gracie opened the door to let the dog out of the vehicle. "Got a treat for you." She told the canine, as she popped open the lid of a can of tuna she'd found earlier and set it on the floor. While Toffee immediately got about to devouring his meal, Gracie sat in the open passenger seat and&nbsp; started on her own,&nbsp; a badly dented can of spam. It wasn't nearly as bad as she had expected, and all things considered quite satisfying, making her a little bit more optimistic about the next step of her plan - driving on in search of shelter along the way, or spending the night in the car if nothing satisfactory could be found.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>01-10-2015, 00:49:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a few hours of driving, Gracie found herself on the outskirts of Sacramento. She could see a lot of stopped and abandoned traffic in the distance, meaning it would be a bitch and a half to navigate her car through, and even moreso if she kept going until it got dark. Considering that it was already mid-afternoon at that point, finding a place to scavenge for travel supplies or just settle down until morning sounded pretty good. Her options were pretty open: Gas stations, quiet suburbs outside of the city proper, nice restaurants and hotels that recently became free and open to the public. Of course, everything came with a price. Residential areas would be the most densely populated and centers of business would be mostly picked clean. It was up to Gracie and her own sense of priorities where she went next. Toffee didn't seem to care where they went, as long as he'd get to exit the car and run around for a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>01-10-2015, 07:21:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>As the strain of the day took it's toll on Gracie's body, her periodic bouts of yawning was brought to her attention by the canine in the passenger's seat mirroring her actions. Apparently they really were contagious. Taking it as a sign that she should stop for the day, the blonde began peering out of the window for a place the lay low, and eventually decided to turn off the main street into what she remembered to be a quiet surbarban neighborhood, in the hope that there wouldn't be too many threats to deal with there, if any at all, and yet there would be plenty of places for her to hole up in for the evening. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>08-10-2015, 03:12:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In San Francisco, residential areas were always the worst. Many of the first people taken by the outbreak were either trying to defend their homes from what they imagined to be sickly cannibals or got caught preparing to evacuate. Thankfully, the neighborhood Gracie steered into was less densely populated. Her opportunity for shelter appeared while she cruised down the street, swerving around lazy shamblers and looking for homes that seemed accessible. She spied a garage, left open and bereft of cars or human bodies. The crowd was starting to gather behind her vehicle by then, so the former student knew she had to act fast. <br><br>Hitting the gas in a desperate bid for safety, Gracie managed to clear the garage door, but not to stop before her car's left a notable dent in the garage's back wall. With no time to think about it, the young woman was able to hop out of the driver's side and hit the door control, watching the barrier descend slowly as the herd grew ever closer. When it hit the floor without a single walker passing through, she let out a breath she didn't even realize she was holding. The woman and her dog were safe, for now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>08-10-2015, 06:34:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Perhaps still not quite fully used to being out and about in the newly a treacherous world, Gracie wasn't really expecting how quickly a crowd could build when something was drawing their attention, and in her panic nearly sent herself careening head-on into a wall. Thankfully, she wasn't going all that fast, and though she had the wind knocked out of her from the impact, she still managed to secure the garage through a combination of her wits and lure adrenaline. It was only after that the steel shutters had rolled down securely that Gracie felt the sudden need to lean on a nearby wall, to get her pounding heart and heavy breathing back to something resembling normalcy.<br><br>After she had taken a few minutes to calm down, Gracie proceeded to let Toffee out of the damaged vehicle. By the time she did so, her companion had too recovered from his own bout of being over-excited , and getting him to stay by her side wasn't too difficult a task. Letting out a heavy sigh, the blonde moved to inspect her vehicle, trying to see if the damage had been anything more than superficial. Once that was out of the way, she then moved to carefully open the door leading into the house, taking one tense step at a time, intent on making sure that she was really safe before she allowed herself to relax.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>10-10-2015, 08:36:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gracie didn't think it was possible at the time, but as she stood there hopelessly trying to assess the damage to her car, she started to miss her dad more than ever. The engine kept running until she turned it off and it wasn't making any odd noises, so it seemed safe to assume that the harm was entirely cosmetic. The headlights were busted, though, which meant that night driving was going to be even more dangerous until they could be replaced. As there wasn't anything to be done for it just then, the young blonde decided to check out the rest of the house. What awaited her was oddly serene. Boring, almost. No bullet holes, no bodies, no broken windows. There was still food in the fridge, though only stuff that came in cans or jars was still good, and family photos still rested on every available surface. The only hint that the owners had fled was a total lack of any clothing or toiletries to be found. They must have grabbed the bare essentials and gotten out of the neighborhood faster than their neighbors who wasted time trying to pack up their entire lives.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>10-10-2015, 13:01:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Considering the earlier events in the day, what Gracie found in the house was a pleasant surprise, and the additional supplies she found were just the icing on the cake. The good news did plenty to lighten the blonde's grim mood after her little accident and it was with renewed optimism that she treated both herself and Toffee to aan additional meal to quell their hunger before she moved upstairs to look for a bathroom. Once she had checked to see if there still was running water, Gracie left her companion to his own devices as she stripped down for a much-needed shower and a change of clothes, before proceeding to rifle through the rest of the house to see if she could find anything else of use before retiring for the night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>16-10-2015, 17:33:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A look around the house gave Gracie some insight into the family who lived there before, and the lived-in look of the home made her feel a bit like she was invading an occupied home, no matter how unlikely that might have been. They seemed to have been a boringly normal family. Mom, dad, son, dog, and some infrequently visited grandparents. Their computers had all been left behind, as had a large TV with a video game console hooked up. As much as she'd hate to admit it, the lure of escapism was strong, but her ultimate goal was to get back on the road before she had time to get bored. What may have been the most interesting find was a false wall in the back of what must have been the son's closet. The parents must have had a bit of a rebel on their hands, because a veritable treasure trove of contraband awaited within.<br><br>(Found: Proper leash, 30lb bag of dog food (unopened), Canned human food (3 days' worth), 1 telescopic baton, 12 cans of beer, 1/2 a bottle of strong liquor, 1 carton of cigarettes (unopened), some drugs (more detail if Gracie doesn't ignore them), some sex toys (more detail if Gracie doesn't ignore them).)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>17-10-2015, 07:48:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Finding the hidden cache was a bit of a surprise for Gracie, and the audible gasp she let out when she found it drew Toffee back by her side. "Oh.. wow." She muttered, proceeding the inspect the contents of her find. One look at the huge bag of dog food and Gracie knew that it was going to be a struggle to get it into her car, so she portioned what she could into smaller bags and put them into her pack, before sealing up the remainder and carrying the lightened load to her vehicle. After pouring her faithful companion a second helping of dinner, of course. The rest of the items Gracie stashed away as well, save for the bag of toys that she found in the son's room . "What kind of things were you into..." Wrinkling her nose, Gracie dumped the contents of the bag into the floor, only to see Toffee make a quick grab for the vibrator . "Don't do that, eew. You don't know where that's been." The blonde scolded, but it was too late and the retriever had already made a mad dash out the door, occasionally popping his head back into the room in an attempt to get Gracie to come play. Ignoring the canine, Gracie picked up the condoms as well, having read somewhere before that they had many other uses besides their intended purpose. After bundling some clothes she had found into her car for good measure she called Toffee into one of the bedrooms, satisfied with the evening's work, and ready to lay down for a well-deserved rest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 13:04:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once her new belongings had been packed and Toffee had been taken into the backyard for a few minutes, it was time to hit the sheets. The master bedroom with its lock on the door, easily reachable nightstand lamp, and king-sized bed seemed like a good enough place to sleep. After Gracie had dressed for bed, turned off the lights, and settled in, her loyal companion hopped up to curl into a fuzzy crescent at her side. The lone survivor closed her tired eyes and... couldn't sleep. While her muscled and mind felt the fatigue of a long day, other parts of her were wide awake, and refusing to be ignored. It was eventual, the young blonde supposed with a sigh. Sleeping with a dog at one's side isn't exactly conducive to stroking yourself to sleep, as she'd been accustomed to before the outbreak, and tonight wasn't going to be the night Gracie gave up on that particular shred of her humanity.<br><br>After several minutes, Toffee's deep breathing could be heard and felt in the darkness. If Gracie was going to sneak off for a while to ensure a good night's sleep, that was her chance to do it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 15:42:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>After tossing and turning for a bit in a futile attempt to get some much-needed rest, Gracie finally came around to accepting that even in times like these, her body still had certain needs that she was unable to ignore. Trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake her sleeping companion , the blonde attempted to tiptoe her way out of the room. Progress was slow, but she eventually suceeded in closing the door behind her without drawing the attention of Toffee. The day had undoubtedly been taxing on him as well.<br><br>Free to do as she wished, Gracie chose an adjacent bedroom and settled herself on the smaller bed. Closing her eyes, it took awhile for her reality to melt away as she focused on one or two choice experiences in her past. Eventually, the blonde managed to work herself to full stiffness, and unwilling to waste the effort she had already put into the endeavor,&nbsp; she took a firm hold of her hard cock and started stroking furiously, using her other hand to alternate between both her breasts, kneading and squeezing the sensitive mounds of flesh, trying her level best to keep the volume of her moans down, though her exact level of success was up for debate as she worked herself to a strong climax, shooting her warm spray far enough to hit her chest. After taking a few moments to catch her breath, Gracie knew that she now stood a better chance on catching up on her sleep. All that was left was the clean up before returning to Toffee's side.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>24-10-2015, 12:10:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lying in a teenage boy's bedroom and teasing her rigid length took Gracie back to a similar time in her life, when she was freshly out and still had a lot of changes to make. Then sixteen, the girl was staying home sick from school and doing homework while listening to music on her headphones. Nobody was home for the sound to disturb, but there was something she liked about the isolated feel of it. Gracie was working on a short biology essay when a thump from the next room over had broken her out of her reverie. It must have been her older sister, Allie, taking some lucky young man home while their parents were away. The younger sibling must not have heard them enter the house while she was in her own personal world of academia. <br><br>They became increasingly difficult to ignore as the thump of Alyssa's headboard against the wall was followed by the faint squeaking of boxsprings and the rising din of moans both masculine and feminine. She should have done something, made her presence known, turned up her headphones, left the house, anything but what she did. Which was to turn her music off, strip down, and lie back on her bed, rapidly pumping her swollen girlhood. Gracie visualized every sound, every clapping thrust, every groan of pleasure, every shake of the bed. Her mind had to fill in some blanks, of course. Their position, Allie's nude form, the man pounding an imprint of her into the mattress, and how well-endowed he must have been since many of the elder sibling's panted adulations were about how big he was. Jerking herself with usual teenage impatience, Gracie was covering her stomach in thin spurts of cum barely a minute after starting. All told, she repeated the process three times before the pair next door finished their tryst and said their goodbyes.<br><br>Back in the present, Gracie knew she was at her peak and decided to finish off with her favorite memory of those days. The first and only time she heard her sister, in no uncertain terms, tell a lover to put it in her ass. The image of the very body she wanted so badly for herself being plowed in a way she could personally empathize with always set her off quick and strong, and this time she had several days worth of seed to cover herself with. After her quick clean up, Gracie had no problem sneaking back into her bedroom and enjoying a good night's rest. She was awoken, as usual, by Toffee excitedly licking her face just after sun-up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>25-10-2015, 19:32:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>As much as Gracie would have liked to sleep in after her satisfying climax the night before, such a luxury was put well out of reach when Toffee pounced on her bright and early in his excited attempt to rouse her from sleep. "Alright, alright.. I'm up..." the blonde groaned, rolling over in the unfamiliar bed and propping herself up as she tried to fight off the continued tongue assault. <br><br>Eventually, the dog calmed down enough for Gracie to get out of bed.Wrinkling her nose, she made a face at her companion. "You're gonna need a bath, stinky ." She told the canine. It appeared that Toffee recognized Gracie's words, for no sooner had the blonde completed her sentence he took off running out the door and into another room, prompting a little bit of a chase between the pair.<br><br>After no little amount of effort, Gracie eventually managed to corner the excited dog and wrangle him into the bathtub, where he became surprisingly docile once the water was running. Having worked up a sweat of her own, Gracie required a good cleaning up as well after she was done with Toffee, and promptly shooed him out of the bathroom so she could shower in peace. After a good freshining up, the pair took their respective breakfasts, before getting back into the car, ready to resume their journey.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>30-10-2015, 22:41:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Now that both survivors were well-rested and squeaky clean (Gracie even had time to do some laundry.), it was time to get back on the road, but the road to where? Staying on the path to Aspen was an option, but doing so without properly working headlights either meant restricting her travel to daylight hours or driving blind at night, nevermind instances of rain and snow. Thinking back on what else she remembered in the area, Gracie recalled a car dealership in a nearby business district. It would be a lot less dangerous than trying to get a car in one of the neighboring houses started, if a bit more time-consuming. Of course, an auto shop wouldn't be difficult to find either, if she had a mind to save her car and replace the lights.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>31-10-2015, 10:14:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Not willing to part with her beat-up, but beloved vehicle just yet, Gracie decided to soldier on, figuring that she would need to stop to rest along the way anyway, and finding a place to lay low during the nights seemed like the safest option to take. Her mind made up, the blonde moved to hit the switch which would open the garage door, before quickly jumping back into the car, her grip on the wheel white-knuckled, her jaw clenched tightly in nervous anticipation as she watched the steel shutters roll upwards through the rear-view&nbsp; mirror , hopefully to reveal a clear path ahead.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>05-11-2015, 20:50:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The garage door opened slowly to reveal a street somewhat less crowded than it had been the night before. Once she'd actually pulled out of the driveway, it became clear why. The shambling horde had mostly congregated to one end of the road, leaving her free to exit the other way. Driving through Sacramento wasn't terribly different from San Francisco. The major roads were blocked with abandoned cars and their undead owners, so Gracie had to make her way through the smaller residential areas. She was some distance from a stoplight when gunshots began to ring out from the intersection ahead. A few yards further and the culprits could be seen. A police car was parked sideways in the street, providing some makeshift cover for what appeared to be a pair of uniformed officers. It couldn't yet be seen what they were shooting at, though.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>06-11-2015, 01:29:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Though being behind the wheel of&nbsp; the only moving vehicle initially gave Gracie a feeling of eerie unease, it soon gave way to monotony as she weaved between one abandoned car after the other. Thus, it was unsurprising that the blonde nearly jumped out of her seat when she heard the distinct pop of the shots in the distance. Now fully alert and aware of her surroundings, it wasn't too difficult for Gracie to pick out the parked police car in the distance. Slowing down considerably, the woman shifted uneasily as she decided her next move, glancing over to the side of her companion for some semblance of assistance. Unsurprisingly,&nbsp; Toffee seemed to be excited by the noises, and had his forepaws up on the dash&nbsp; and his nose against the windshield in a futile attempt to sniff out the source of the commotion. As much as she hated to put herself back in harm's way again so quickly, she figured that those cops might be able to render some assistance in her bid to get back home, provided they survived whatever mess they had gotten themselves into of course. "Alright then..." the blonde sighed, inching her car forward slowly, trying to get a better look at the situation ahead.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 04:16:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't have to roll up much further before the officers' targets appeared. Five dead who ran like the living sprang out from the other side of the intersection, heading toward the police car at a full sprint, ignoring the bullets that pierced or grazed their bodies. Even with guns factored in, two against five didn't look like very good odds. Four against five sounded much better, depending on how Gracie felt about her chances in this fight. It was the grocery store all over again, two other survivors in need and the young woman in a position to fight or flee as she saw fit... Toffee seemed eager to help, by the way he barked furiously at the fast movement ahead, but it was more likely that he just wanted to fight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>12-11-2015, 05:46:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>When the threat became apparent, Gracie gave in almost immediately to her urge to help, perhaps spurred on by the excited and animated canine at her side. It was in that moment, that she made a potentially reckless decision, jamming her foot down hard on the accelerator in an attempt to run the unusually fast undead over. Unfortunately, she misjudged her path of attack and ended up having to brake to put the car back on track, and in the end she only succeeded in knocking a couple of the runners down and catching their attention. "Crap!" The blonde cursed, as she felt panic rising deep within her. Putting the car in reverse, she pushed down on the accelerator once more, rearing up for another go.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>14-11-2015, 19:55:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In the time it took Gracie to turn around and prepare another pass, the two officers took aim and let loose another volley of handgun fire while she was out of the intersection. It took one of them a single shot to pop a rotting head. The other fired three times and hit nothing. Four runners remained and they all continued to make a beeline for the armed humans.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>23-11-2015, 03:22:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Slamming her foot down hard on the pedal, Gracie kept her gaze focused as she rapidly closed in on the fast-moving group of undead. That focus wavered just before the point of impact, the woman's instinct taking over as she let out a panicked yelp and hit the brakes hard, but by then it was far too late to stop, and the vehicle barrelled through the remaining runners, sending them flying left and right in a tangle of broken bones and limbs, achieving her initial intentions. Gracie didn't escape unscathed herself however, and the momentum of the car sent it skidding on until coming to a crashing halt courtesy of a sturdy light post, jarring the occupants within. Though she suffered a pretty heavy knock to her shoulder from the impact, there was still too much adrenaline in Gracie's system for it to fully register, as she peered out the window to see if anything was still moving out there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>30-11-2015, 19:56:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After the masterfully executed vehicular attack, Gracie found herself in need of a working car wash, as well as some auto repair. Specks of syrupy blood and other humors covered her windshield and she was in no hurry to check out the front bumper. Toffee was still whining in confusion after the impact threw him from the passenger seat and into the dashboard, resulting in some minor injury. The pile of bodies left behind continued to writhe helplessly, unable to really get anywhere with their broken spines and shattered limbs. That was good enough for the two police officers, who rushed to the side of Gracie's vehicle and tapped politely on her driver's side window. "Ma'am, are you alright in there? Do you need first aid?"<br><br>With the imminent danger out of the way, she was able to take in some more details about the two. A man and a woman who appeared to be in their thirties, both black and wearing the name "Nielsen" on their shirts. Looking at them standing side-by-side, it was easy to guess that they were siblings. From what the dazed young woman could tell, they were both of average height and had an active build, somewhere between average and athletic. The man's serious features regarded their rescuer with a look of compassion, while his sister stayed behind him, keeping an eye on their surroundings.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 03:13:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>The high-pitched whining by her side served as a pretty good motivator for Gracie to snap herself out of the reeling state that she found herself in after the jarring impact. Moving to wrap her arms around her distressed companion, the woman pulled Toffee in and held his head to her chest as she stroked him soothingly. "I'm sorry..." she whispered, fingers scratching behind the canine's ears until the pitiful cries died down. It was only then that Gracie turned her attention to the man by her window.<br><br>"No... I'm alright.. I think.." Gracie said, after opening the door and stepping out, wincing from pain seemingly all over her body as she did so. Gently coaxing Toffee out of the car to join her, Gracie knelt down beside him gingerly, checking for the extent of his injuries. It was a whole lot different from what she had learnt working on humans of course but pain was always a good indication and it was with that in mind that Gracie massaged and prodded at Toffee's body and limbs, looking for any sign of distress. As she did so, she turned to the pair she had just helped her gaze flicking from one to another as she sized them up. "What are you guys doing out here anyway?" She asked, curiosity etched on her features.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 06:49:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Toffee complained a bit when Gracie felt for broken bones, but he was at least well enough trained not to snap at her. Both officers shared a look of intrigue at her clinical, if not entirely expert, examination. Perhaps they hadn't seen a dog in a while. Or more likely, a doctor. The uniformed woman was the one to answer Gracie's question. "Looking for people like you, actually. People out on their own. We've secured a perimeter outside of the station. Got people there, food, clean water, power..." She paused as though trying to think up some more necessities for a moment, which was when her partner stepped in to help. "And laws. We protect our people from each other just as much as what's outside." After her dealings with James back in San Francisco, that may have been the most tempting prospect of all<br><br>With their elevator pitch given, the man got right to the meat of their discussion. "You don't have to, but you should really follow us back. We'll get you a room, fix up your car, and have someone take a look at you. Make sure you're not hurt, I mean." It'd be a delay in her trip, but her car did probably need some tuning up after the way she'd been treating it. Not to mention the prospect of another hot shower and warm bed before hitting the road.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 19:34:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>From the low growls that Toffee made as she poked and prodded at the canine, Gracie felt fairly confident that she had located the source of his pain, which thankfully seemed to be just that and nothing more sinister. Satisfied that her companion would be able to recover from the effects their crash, Gracie pulled herself to her feet to consider the sibling's offer. "Well... that sounds nice.." She began, stalling a little in order to give her just a bit more time to make her mind up. While the prospect of getting the car fixed up and a safe haven was attractive one, the woman also knew that every delay would decrease her already-slim chances of finding her family back home. Besides, there was also the question of what she could offer this group in return, since there rarely ever was a thing like a free lunch, especially in current circumstances.<br><br>"Alright... I'll go." The blonde eventually said, after taking a few more moments to weigh her options. "I don't think I'll be staying too long though.. and I don't have much to offer in return." She added in warning.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>19-12-2015, 15:22:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While the male cop headed back to the squad car, his supposed relative noted the concern on Gracie's expression and gave her a sympathetic look. "Hey, relax, we're not trying to shake you down for anything. All I ask is that you go back to paying your taxes when things are back to normal." She smiled as though telling a favorite joke for the hundredth time and headed back to her vehicle before they drove off. Following close behind, Gracie was led through a number of turns. As they neared the safe perimeter around the station, armed groups could be seen constructing crude barriers and pushing abandoned cars onto the sidewalks of various streets. Little by little, the community of survivors appeared to be expanding their territory.<br><br>Eventually, Gracie and the officers were waved through the front gate of a chain link fence that looked like it wrapped around two city blocks. The police car pulled into a nearby parking lot and its passengers stepped out to give her some directions once she had done the same. "We have some rooms open at the motel over there. Just get a key from the front desk like usual. Don't worry if you can't afford it." The multi-level complex of rooms looked like a place the bruised young woman would have no trouble affording, supposing she still bothered carrying money around. "The dentist's office isn't just for teeth anymore. Even if you're in a hurry to leave, we'd really appreciate you getting checked up while you have the chance." Indeed, what must have once been the sign for a dentist's office was now covered up by a hanging canvas with a large red cross painted on it. "We handle mechanical stuff in the station garage, so you can just unload anything you need and leave your car here. Any questions?" The officer spoke and pointed with a practiced speed which implied that she'd welcomed a good number of other newcomers to this complex, some of which could be seen going about their day between the various buildings.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>22-12-2015, 02:59:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Gracie listened in silence, limiting her responses to nods of her head to indicate that she understood the directions given by the officer. Her gaze followed the woman's gestures as she pointed out the medical area, and while she continued to nod in agreement, Gracie was reluctant to subject herself to a check-up conducted by a stranger and in typical fashion had already decided to put off the issue for the time being, at least until she was reminded again. She kept her fingers crossed that she wouldn't be around long enough to do so.<br><br>Thanking the woman for her assistance, Gracie then proceeded to grab her bag from the car, mindful to pack up enough food for herself and Toffee for at least a couple of days. Shouldering the heavy pack, the woman then started making her way towards the living spaces, moving gingerly due to the dull aches her body still felt from the earlier impact. Entering the building, the blonde immediately sought out the person manning the counter in the lobby. "Uh... hi." She said, slight hesitation in her tone. "I'm.. new here, I guess, and I was told I could get a room here?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 00:40:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				From behind the motel counter, a stern-faced old man gave Gracie a look that seemed almost accusatory and slid a room key in her direction. "Just for you? Here, single bed, no smoking. Don't bother with the WiFi, it doesn't work. The phone doesn't work, either. Neither does the television. If you need to take your dog outside, there is grass behind Building C." He looked and sounded Indian, maybe, and spoke with an authority that made it clear he'd probably been running the place since things were normal. "Breakfast is seven to ten in the morning. Do you have any questions?"<br><br>When Gracie had finally concluded her business in the front office, it was time to walk up a set of stairs to her room. The elevators, unsurprisingly, were no longer in operation. The room itself held all the standard amenities for an establishment of this caliber. Aside from the appliances that no longer worked there was a miniature fridge, a microwave, and a coffee maker. The sink and shower dispensed hot water, though it took a minute to warm up. It was just past noon by then, so the pair was free to check out more of the compound, find some way to entertain themselves, or succumb to an afternoon nap.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 05:00:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br><em>Breakfast?</em> Gracie remembered thinking, her eyebrows raised in surprise, even as she shook her head in response to the man's query. Still shouldering her bag, she trudged up the flight of stairs until she finally located her room. Unlocking the door, the blonde was pleasantly surprised to find that her accommodations were more than comfortable enough, with the availability of hot water an added bonus. Not one to pass up a chance to take a hot shower, Gracie jumped right in without a moment's hesitation, leaving Toffee to explore the small space in her absence.<br><br>Once she was all clean and refreshed, Gracie toweled herself dry before slipping into a clean change of clothes, ones that she had taken from the house that she slept in the night before. The son's jeans were a little loose, but they held up alright with the aid of Gracie's belt, and his shirt while a little baggy, didn't differ too much from what she wore before. Picking up Toffee's leash, the woman ran her fingers through her damp her to loosen up any tangles while she made her way out of her room, looking to give her companion a chance to get a bit of a walk in while she checked out what the rest of the place had to offer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>02-01-2016, 21:33:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As it turned out, the place had a few things to offer. Either Sacramento was hit earlier than San Francisco or the residents really put in some hours to create a community with some normalcy. There were still "stores", although money wasn't much of a commodity, and many of them served a similar purpose to what they did before the outbreak. The dentistry was a more general medical facility, the corner store was a storehouse and distribution center for all manner of legal vice, the pizzeria served anything people couldn't microwave, and what was once a trendy dress shop now served a wide variety of practical clothing. People of all ages were walking around, running and patronizing businesses, socializing with each other. Gracie had to admit to herself that she never thought she'd see a child again, much less a group of them crowded around and gleefully petting a large dog.<br><br>Also excited to see another dog was Toffee, who broke into a full sprint so fast that Gracie barely had time to tighten or relax her grip as he sped toward his fellow canine. The result was his leash being yanked so roughly from her hand that it nearly pulled the waifish blonde to the ground. Children scrambled to get out of his way as he barked and leapt excitedly in their direction, sure to bowl over anyone in his way. Thankfully for all concerned, the poorly trained hound's intentions were entirely playful. He and his new friends merely treated each other to some cursory sniffs before they began wrestling and chasing each other in circles.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>03-01-2016, 02:00:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>What surprised Gracie most about the settlement was how many people there were, seemingly just going about their lives. It was a bit of a surreal experience, especially considering what lay outside beyond the walls and fences. Furthermore, judging by the children playing in the street, it appeared that the place was indeed a safe haven, and went some way towards allaying Gracie's initial reservations about the place. Feeling much more relaxed than she had been when she first arrived, the blonde was actually able to enjoy her walk a little as she took in the sights, at least until Toffee decided to dart off.<br><br>Letting out a gasp, Gracie stumbled forward when her companion suddenly pulled away from her. Managing to sort her feet out just in time to keep herself from falling, the woman looked up with a panicked expression on her face, watching Toffee helplessly as he barreled towards the other dog. For a horrible moment or two Gracie thought that the retriever was about to get into a fight with the other dog, and she was relieved to see that Toffee's actions were much more benign. Jogging over, she patted at her lap in an attempt to calm Toffee down enough for her to get control of the leash again. "C'mon silly boy..." She said, frowning slightly. "Leave the nice dog alone."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>16-01-2016, 07:06:18</strong>
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				To her credit, Gracie did manage to get Toffee's attention again. Unfortunately, both he and his new friend were now feeling too excited and energetic to listen to much else. They both ran circles around the survivor, jumping up on her for affection and randomly licking at her hands or face. Her rescue came in the form of a woman's voice several yards away. "Zeppo! Leave that poor girl alone!" Looking up, Gracie could see that the German shepherd's companion was about a decade her senior, though she wore those years very lightly. Sure enough, the other dog spun around and bounded toward her, only to be greeted with a welcoming hug and some vigorous petting.<br><br>Once both canines had calmed down a little, the kind-faced stranger approached Gracie with a rather apologetic look. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't know there were any other dogs around here, so I usually just let him run around until dinner time." She extended her hand politely and made her introduction. "I'm Anne, by the way. Are you new here?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Anne</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/UokFkR7.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Zeppo</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/bYHx6K7.png)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>16-01-2016, 08:27:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Grimacing as she tried to ward off both excited dogs with her hands, it was probably a good thing that the woman had intervened when she did, given Gracie's relatively futile efforts. Thankfully Toffee calmed down a little when his new friend veered off in another direction, head tilted in mild confusion. Allowed the time and space to recover, Gracie quickly moved to regain control of her companion's leash, this time making sure to secure it firmly to her waist to prevent him from charging off like he had earlier.<br><br>Raising an arm, the blonde used her sleeve to wipe the remains of canine kisses off her face before turning her attention to her savior. "Oh. Hi." She began, staring at the outstretched hand for a few beats, her manners eluding her for a couple of seconds, before instinct kicked back in. "Yeah.. I'm Gracie. Just got here today, actually." Gracie added, accepting the offered handshake.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>03-02-2016, 06:20:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was something appreciable about the softness of Anne's palm and the relaxed nature of her handshake. It felt as though she was letting Gracie put in the majority of the work for that quick up-and-down motion before releasing a hold so gentle that she might as well have kept her fingers straight. It was such an odd thing to fixate on, and yet it occupied Gracie's mind for those few scant seconds, until she realized that likely reason: It was the first welcome human touch the young blonde had felt in at least a couple of weeks. Toffee was a fine companion, and an affectionate one as well, but his erratic barking and licking was a poor substitute for social activity.<br><br>Anne smiled brightly to hear that her new acquaintance was indeed new. "Oh, wow, you mean you lived out there all this time? Or you're actually from out of town?" It was hard to miss the intrigue flashing in her expressive eyes, but easy to guess a number of reasons why that would be. Without internet or phone lines, the small community probably chewed up local news fast and received word about the outside world slowly, if at all. An attractive survivor with a dog, a bow, and a working car could become the talk of the town pretty quickly if she stayed around for too long.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>03-02-2016, 08:28:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Anne's light touch threw Gracie off a little, and she had to force herself to remember to actually tighten her grip on the other woman's hand in order to shake it gently before releasing it. A slight bit of tension tugging at the blonde's waist alerted her to the fact that Toffee had not fully snapped out of his fit of playfulness, and Grace had to tap him firmly in the side with her heel, causing the dog to let out a throaty whine of frustration as he settled back down on his haunches.<br><br>Turning her attention back to Anne, Gracie met the woman's inquisitive gaze and responded with a slightly confused nod. "Uh, yeah. Both, I suppose." She said, shrugging her shoulders. "I was living in San Francisco before I met the Nielsen.. siblings I think?.. and they told me about this place." Gracie rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "I'm not planning to stay for long though. Going to head back home." <em>If there was one to head back to, that is.</em> She reminded herself bitterly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>18-02-2016, 16:42:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"San Francisco!? I heard they got hit pretty hard." Anne was clearly awed and more than a little impressed to hear that Gracie had made it out of the place. The blonde supposed her town was in a worse state, considering how few survivors she met there and the lack of a safe haven like the one she stood in. When the topic of leaving so soon came up, Anne's eyes shot wide and she stepped a little closer. "Home? Where's home? I need to get out of here too." Noting how suspicious the desperation in her voice made her sound, Anne stepped back and took a breath. "I'm not in trouble or anything, It's just... I had a hysterectomy about a year ago and they never pick up the meds I need at the pharmacy. I mean, I understand that more life-threatening stuff takes first priority, but..." It didn't take a med student like Gracie to figure out that the woman needed estrogen supplements. She wouldn't die without them, but they would allow her to keep a form she obviously took very loving care of.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>19-02-2016, 10:14:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Gracie merely nodded solemnly as she was reminded how grateful she was just to be out of the city, though she suspected her former companions might have had a little to do with the fact as well. It took a few moments for Gracie to register her new acquaintance's condition, as she recalled the terms encountered in one of several thick textbooks, and yet a few more as she wrestled with a decision. "Further out East, Colorado..." The blonde said, buying herself a little more time to word her response carefully. ".. And I think I might have some of what you need.. I can spare a little, I guess." She shrugged. While the woman's need for the pills certainly wasn't all that dire, the same could be said for Gracie's own situation, and her innate desire to help out just managed to sway her mind this time around.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 14:02:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anne didn't have a very strong reaction to Colorado, but her eyes lit up like it was Christmas Morning when Gracie mentioned her small stash of unneeded pills. "Really!?" The older woman looked like she was going to say more, but instead took a second to look around and quiet her voice. "I mean, I'd really appreciate that. I still want to go with you. I can cook and shoot and... Negotiate with guys. Oh, and Zeppo's really good, too!" Again, she took a quick breath to settle her rambling and gave her prospective savior a solemn look. "Sorry, I just... If you don't wanna take me with you, I'd still really appreciate the medicine." Just then, Anne's eyes looked like they could melt all the snow in Aspen. Her face was a beacon of both hope and need.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 15:40:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Initially a little taken aback by her new acquaintance's enthusiasm, Gracie raised a reassuring palm. "Don't worry about it.. it's nothing really." She said, with just a hint of weariness to her tone of voice. As for the woman's offer to join her, the blonde found herself in two minds. On one hand it would be nice to have someone to watch her back, considering how much road was left between her and Aspen. But on the other there was no telling if things would turn out to be like they were with her previous companions. "I'll probably be looking to leave... tomorrow, I guess. So we'll see how things turn out then?" She offered, deferring the decision to a later point in time in typical fashion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>20-04-2016, 00:10:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Having managed to calm herself somewhat, Anne simply nodded in understanding and took a step back, giving Gracie some much-needed personal space. "Alright, then. If you want a co-pilot, or just someone to talk to, I'm in room 29." After the younger woman handed over however many pills she was comfortable with, Zeppo and his owner headed back toward the motel. There was something odd about Anne, and it wasn't just her enthusiasm to leave the safest place Gracie had seen since she fled San Francisco. It was something... familiar. The young blonde's memory hardly ever failed her, but there was an itch at the back of her head that she used to know this woman, or at least someone very similar.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>20-04-2016, 02:56:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Rummaging through her pack for the small bottle of pills, Gracie popped open the top and poured just about a third of the contents into Anne's waiting hands. "Sure.. I'll look for you," she nodded, before saying her goodbyes and continuing with her walk for the time being. A few paces later the blonde stopped in her tracks and scratched her head, unable to shake the nagging feeling of familiarity that had been bugging her. "Do I know her?" She asked, turning to the companion by her side. His only response was to lift one of his hind legs to scratch himself, maintaining the tongue-out look all the way. "That's what I thought.." Gracie mumbled, shaking her head as she let out a sigh. Shrugging off the thought for the time being, she continued along her way, walking for about ten more minutes before turning and heading back for her room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>11-05-2016, 05:17:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The most interesting thing to happen for the rest of Gracie's walk was Toffee finding a nice spot of grass to do his business on. With that taken care of, she was free to walk back to her room and do some thinking. Somewhere near the forefront of her mind was the mystery of Anne and whether to take her along. The woman seemed sane enough and her dog, sweetheart that he was, looked like a formidable protector. Another person could be a drain on resources, though, as could another animal. Shortly behind that was the issue of what to eat that night. While all of her food was canned or jarred, Gracie was anything but starved for choice. And after dinner... She'd have to decide. There's not much to do in a motel room with a rambunctious canine and a TV that doesn't work.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>11-05-2016, 13:01:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>After eating most of her meals out of a can for so long, Gracie had just about forgotten what a real meal tasted like. This evening she had chosen a can of beef stew that came pretty close to replicating the real thing, or at least Gracie certainly thought so, as she ate. The blonde chewed her food slowly, not because she wanted to savor the taste, but because she was contemplating the decision she had to make soon enough. She continued along that train of thought long past dinner, and it was when she was bouncing a ball off the walls and watching her furry companion take off in chase that she finally arrived at a conclusion. "What do you think of having a friend, huh?" She asked the panting canine, before tossing the ball off yet another wall. The woman was no less sure of her decision, but at least she'd made one, allowing her to sleep with one less thing weighing on her mind, at least.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 01:53:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Toffee's only reply was a tilt of his head and a few anxious steps backward in anticipation of her next throw. The small size of the motel room meant that it took a while to tire her loyal companion out, and that half of the workout came in wrestling for a recently caught ball. Gracie awoke the next morning to several wet licks at her cheek. It was nice that Toffee was already house trained when she found him, but that also meant waking up on his schedule. It was time to take him out and start her day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 11:37:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Despite the rude awakening, Gracie didn't mind all that much, since she was eager to get back on the road as quickly as possible. Before that though, she had one stop to make. Recalling the room number that her new acquaintance had given her the day before, Gracie was able to locate Anne's room without much difficulty. Breathing out a sigh, the blonde raised a hand and rapped her knuckles on the door a couple of times, flashing the room's occupant a small smile when she answered. "So hey..." She began. "I've thought about it over the night, and I was wondering if you still wanted to tag along with me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>09-07-2016, 16:32:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a pause, maybe half a minute, before Anne nervously opened the door a crack to see who was knocking. When she saw it was Gracie, her heart soared and the door swung open to reveal that she was already dressed to go. It could also be seen that she was holding Zeppo's leash in her other hand, gripping it as though she was prepared to use the dog himself as a weapon. With a bright, relieved smile, she gave her answer. "Yeah! Just let me get my bag!" Anne's bag turned out to be a medium-sized duffel that she hefted off of her bed&nbsp; with only some slight difficulty. At least she wouldn't be a slouch in the supply department.<br><br>Gracie's next stop would be the garage, where an old man in a shirt with more oil stains than its original white showing gave her an assessment on their repairs. "Wasn't much else to do, so we got it done overnight. Job ain't pretty, but you'll be able to see where you're goin'." A look at the car would reveal that its bumper and headlights had been replaced by parts from entirely different models. On top of that, there were still wrinkles in the hood where it had been crumpled, but it had been straightened out enough to cover the engine properly. "Best we could do. And don't tell no one, but we topped your tank off too." Overall, the vehicle looked ready to go.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>10-07-2016, 09:33:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Gracie's car had already looked a little beaten up, even before all this and the patch up job did little to help it aesthetically. Still she was grateful that it was still able to soldier on and after thanking the man at the garage profusely for everything the blond was ready to get back on the road, with her additional passengers for company. <br><br>There was a little excitement as the women struggled to get both dogs calm enough to get them into the back seat, but they eventually managed the feat and were able to begin their journey, leaving the compound behind as they headed back onto the highway. "So... if everything goes well, we should be in Colorado soon enough." Gracie said, turning to the woman beside her. "Where are you headed anyway?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>30-07-2016, 11:42:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once the two women were finally seated, Anne didn't need a reminder to buckle her seatbelt and lock her door. She kept her dog calm by scratching his head as he leaned it on her shoulder from behind while Toffee amused himself by staring out of the window. He bumped his head into the clear barrier a couple of times, likely wishing to stick his head out and feel the wind. They were all just a mile outside of the compound when the older woman spoke. "We probably should've let them run around first, but I sure don't mind getting out of there as soon as possible." Hearing Gracie's question soon after, Anne actually turned to answer her. "Wherever you are, I guess. Colorado sounds nice. Maybe it's too cold for them there."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>31-07-2016, 11:11:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>"Yeah, probably." Gracie murmured in response to Anne's comment, lowering the back window a crack so Toffee could at least catch a whiff of the scents wafting in from outside. She found her new companion's lack of a clear direction a little curious, but kept herself from prying too much for the time being. "We'll have to stop before night anyway to look for a place to hole up anyway, they can run around then." The woman continued, keeping her eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead. The group drove for a few hours more, stopping only to have their meal inside the car before continuing on their way. A couple of hours before the sun was due to set, Gracie started to keep a lookout for a place where they got turn off to rest for the night, one where she could find some more gas for the car at the same time, intent of peeling off the highway the moment she found a suitable location.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>28-10-2016, 09:50:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anne helpfully read the map and kept track of time while Gracie drove. Under normal circumstances, they would have hit Reno in two hours. Between swerving around abandoned cars, a lunch break, and pit stops for the dogs, however, it was already a bit into the afternoon when the two saw the city's largest buildings in the distance. Just a few miles outside of town was a full-service truck stop, complete with small coffee shop and nap cots. There were a couple of cars in the parking lot and a number of unmoving bodies surrounding them, likely the result of someone's last stand or a small herd that had found final death in the sweltering desert heat. It wouldn't be too much trouble to step around them and into the building. Anne eyed the grim scene for a moment before turning to Gracie with a faint smile. "Man... Do you remember the last time you had a good cup of coffee?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>30-10-2016, 16:42:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>"Yeah, just about.." Gracie half-yawned, the dreariness of driving for extended periods of time beginning to get to her. A cup of coffee certainly sounded like it would hit the spot, but such luxuries were impossible to come by these days. That said, the truck stop could have something to offer in the way of supplies, and while they were still alright on that front it definitely wouldn't hurt to have more. Putting the car into park, the blonde turned to her new companion and spoke. "Let's take a look around, see what we can find.. but we should probably run at the first sign of trouble, right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jr</strong> on <strong>28-12-2016, 16:40:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anne nodded in agreement as she undid her seatbelt and reached for the car door. "Oh yeah, right back to the car." The two women hadn't known each other for very long, but they didn't have much trouble getting onto the same page in matters of survival. Anne spared a glance back toward the dogs, who were excitedly shifting in their seats at the chance they might get to step outside. She also appeared to be looking past them at something else. "Pop the trunk, would you? My tools are still in my bag." With that said, she stepped out into the sweltering heat to gather her things.<br><br>The "tools" in Anne's duffel bag turned out to be a rather small pistol, which she immediately stuffed into her right pocket, and a long machete with a plastic handle that she seemed content to hold in her right hand. The weapon was dull with use and rusted with age, giving it a menacing, if not practical quality. As soon as the bag had been zipped up and slung over her shoulder, the older woman reached for the car door her shepherd was impatiently pawing at. "Soon as we leash these guys, we gotta get inside quick, okay? This asphalt'll melt the skin right off their feet."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: AFMBE - You: The New San Francisco Treat</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyndsey</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 03:34:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><br>Gracie was a little taken aback to see that her companion arm herself after she had popped the trunk open, even if she really shouldn't have been given the circumstances. Even so, it was quite a jarring image, seeing a young woman like her with a weapon. The blonde figured that the same could be said about her, as she picked up her own gear from inside the car before connecting Toffee's leash to her belt, past lessons still fresh in her mind.<br><br>"Let's move." She nodded at Anne. Keeping the woman's words in mind, Gracie moved as quickly as she could,while keeping the noise she made down to a minimum. The pair navigated the unsettling quietness that was the outside of the truck stop, stepping around abandoned cars and over the occasional body along the way, right up until they made it to the shop front. Stopping at the door, Gracie turned to Anne to address her before they went in. "I'll take the left side and you the other alright?" She asked. "We'll be able to search quicker that way and be on out of here as soon as possible."
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