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| Where are you?; Jay Park and Donghae PRP | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 4 2011, 11:12 PM (116 Views) | |
| Jay Park | Nov 4 2011, 11:12 PM Post #1 |
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Jay Park sat in the middle of an abandoned house, trying to sort through his thoughts. What was going on? Where was he trying to go? He came running here when a horde of those damned zombies chased him. He stared straight ahead, apparently lost in his own thoughts and trying to remember why he didn't just off himself and let the zombie devour his remains. He looked around, taking in the house. It was decaying, the paint faded and peeling right off the wall. Blood stained the walls and floors and broken glass littered the floor. He picked one up and stared at his reflection; his face had some dirt and his neck was stained with blood and mud. He'd gotten used to this combination that it didn't bother him anymore. He heard the undead outside, banging on the closed up windows and he sighed, keeping in mind what his mission was. He was looking for someone. Someone by the name of Donghae. His mother told him to find this person before she... he cringed, willing away the memory. He still felt dirty and horrible, having to kill his own parents to save his life. He'd done all he could but it wasn't enough. He got up, deciding to explore, and went up the stairs. He checked the rooms of the house, opening and closing the door with his gun held high in case any of the undead decided to pay him a much unwanted visit. Jay picked up a few pictures, looking at the family that used to live here before throwing it away and continuing to explore. He kicked open a few doors, watching them fall right off the hinges and to the ground. Each sound set him on edge, waiting to finally meet his fate, but he'd always be proven wrong. He found a door that led to a basement and, against his better judgment, went down the stairs. He'd be staying here over night anyways; might as well know what he'd be dealing with. |
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| Donghae | Nov 5 2011, 12:35 AM Post #2 |
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Donghae had been awake for several minutes now, but he was still lying in bed as he had been before, one hand held over the smooth metal of the pistol he'd found just over a week ago, the other clamped across his mouth and nose, stiffling his breathing. Someone was moving around upstairs, Donghae knew, crunching broken glass underfoot, kicking in the doors that Donghae had rigged shut, and just generally undoing everything Donghae had spent the past few weeks working on. The noises stopped after a while, and Donghae stood, grabbing a handful of shells fromt he box on his table and shoving them into his pocket with a sigh. Whether the person from before was gone or not, Donghae would have to go do damage control now, the sort of control that included killing the zombies that now knew there was at least one live human inside as well as trying to reclose the doors that had been kicked open, because dammit they'd been closed for a reason. Donghae saw the figure descending the basement stairs as he stepped out of the room he'd claimed as his own, and a whitehot fury blazed through him. Whether it was a survivor or not, they had just invaded his personal space, and Donghae was less than happy about the clean up thatw ould ahve to occur. Not only that, but he'd have to vacate for a couple days before he could return here without fear of being caughjt by the zombies and just--- infuriating didn't seem to cover his anger. So Donghae waited in the shadows outside his room until the person was down the stairs far enough that they wouldn't be able to make it up again before Donghae shot.....if he so chose to shoot, anyway. "What do you think you're doing, trashing my house?" Donghae snarled, pistol outstretched in front of him. Granted, it wasn't even really his house. Just one of the many places he'd found that had been dark enough that other survivors avoided it, but stable enough that it worked for Donghae's purposes. But still, Donghae had gone through a fair strentch of trouble just securing the place, doing his best to hide and backtrack on the way to and from the house. The effort he went through to actually keep his space safe was more than enough right for him to reclaim the house as his own. Besides, it wasn't like the original owners wanted it, what with the fact that Donghae had killed the zomified family that had lived in the house previously. |
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| Jay Park | Nov 5 2011, 07:03 AM Post #3 |
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As Jay descended down the stairs, he kept his gun held at his side, ready to shoot whatever came his way. He'd been in this situation before; checking out a house and just when he thought it was clear, a zombie was able to come in and fuck it all up. He stepped slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible on the stairs and tried to see as best he could. He didn't think about the doors he'd kicked open or the mess he'd made of the house trying to search for more supplies; he figured he'd deal with it later. He didn't think there was anyone else in the house. Jay stopped when he heard a voice and lifted his gun to meet the one that was pointed to his own face. He blinked at the man that he now faced but then his own expression went hard, his mouth twisted in a scowl. "Your house?" He studied the man's face, realizing he wasn't in any of the pictures he'd seen. "The family who lived here isn't even here anymore. It's up to anyone who so wants it. Now you tell me, why didn't you come upstairs to see who was running around? "I'm sure you could hear me." He looked at his pistol and nodded to it. "Put it down and I'll put my own down. We're after a common goal anyway - to find somewhere safe." He stared at the man's face, trying to see if he'd ever seen him before. But then, what was the point? Jay never stayed in a group - there was a higher risk of getting caught and getting attached to someone in this environment was not healthy. He'd made sure to avoid anyone, living or undead, that might cost him his life. He looked around. "Is there anyone else here with you?" He asked, keeping his voice calm. He could tell he made this person mad but he didn't care; he needed somewhere to go and this was it. |
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| Donghae | Nov 6 2011, 07:36 AM Post #4 |
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"My house," Donghae confirmed quietly for the man, even as he lowered his pistol. "The family that lived here don't have much of a use for it anymore, especially when they're probably loitering around outside the door again -- thanks by the way," he added with a touch of annoyance. He uncocked the gun, automatically engaging the safety before shoving the gun in the back pocket of his jeans. He didn't both waiting for the other to do the same as he spoke again, "And I did hear you. I just assumed you'd realize everything had been cleaned out,a nd you'd leave like everyone else does." His head titled, frown spreading across his thin lips as he added, "Besides -- I covered the door upstairs with a sheet of Nemo stickers that I found here." So maybe he felt a little defensive of the house, even going so far as to all but write his name ouside. But it was still his, and in a world where no one really owned anything any more, Donghae was quick to protect what little he had managed to find for himself. This house, broken as it was, was still a safehouse for him. He rolled his eyes, lounging back against the wall, eyes trained on the other. "They don't handle closed doors well, if you hadn't already realized. They have to bodily knock the doors down to get in most of the time. And if the doors are closed well enough, they don't get in." He waved his hand to the room he'd stepped out of, the door decorated with more stickers that also happened to feature the afore mentioned Nemo. "There's several locks, and I usually slide something in front of the door when I go to sleep, just in case." He quirks a brow, almost daring the other to comment. Hearing the pounding ont he door upstairs increase and then hush in waves of sound, Dongahe sighed in frustration, raking a hand through his hair. "I was planning to go find more supplies today, too, y'know" he hissed. He was running low on water again, but he had a couple bottles of varying juice drinks, at least. He could survive another couple days with those, at least, even though it might be stretching it. Wrinkling his nose in mild irritation at the thought of needing to replan his feeding habits, Dongahe glanced at the male. "Well, since you're stuck here until the zombies leave -- or until we go and kill them -- you might as well tell me your name." |
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| Jay Park | Nov 9 2011, 01:28 PM Post #5 |
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Jay bit his lip, suddenly feeling very... bad, for lack of a better word. He didn't know why, but he got over it pretty quickly. After putting his gun away as well, he looked over and smirked at the Nemo stickers, crossing his arms over his chest. "You have quite the obsession there." He commented quietly. He'd noticed the doors were closed, but assumed that he would close them right back up or at least block out the ways where he'd knocked the door down completely. He didn't comment on the stranger's obsession over the locking; he was exactly the same. Before sundown, in every place he slept since it worried him to stay in one place too long, he would secure the house tightly with locks he carried and with any wood he'd find. He sighed, when asked his name and debated on whether or not he should really disclose that detail. Jay decided he might as well, seeing as he offended the stranger, though he didn't understand why manners mattered at the moment. "Park Jaebom. Call me Jay, okay?" He shrugged, figuring the two would be spending some time together so he'd at least tell him what to call him instead of the boy calling him a menace or annoying or something. He looked at the stranger again and tilted his head. "Before we go up, can you tell me your name as well? Or can I call you Fishy?" he nodded to the Nemo stickers and snickered a bit, crossing his arms over his chest. "I would actually prefer your name though." He shrugged and waited, listening to the familiar pounding of bodies against the door, getting ever louder and more persistent as the door started to give way. |
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| Donghae | Nov 10 2011, 06:27 AM Post #6 |
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"It's not an obsession!" Dongahe protested hotly, lips pressed into a scowl. "They're there to show that someone is actually here. Granted, some asswipes don't care much either way, but I'm not afraid to protect what's mine." Despite the claim, honest as it was, Donghae made no move to pull out his gun and shoot Jay even though he continued to glare invisible daggers his way. Thankfully, the other said nothing else that would contribute to his newfound foul mood, save for giving his name, which Donghae was actually quite grateful for. But then it was his turn and, well... Donghae bit at his lower lip, torn between the truth -- jeeze, Jay would laugh, especially since he'd asked about Fishy as a nickname -- before giving in with a quiet sigh. Giving one's name was like an honor system, to Donghae; it said that he'd watch their back until they parted ways, the he would do his best to help the other out as long as it didn't put Donghae at a disadvantage or in danger. Names meant something to Donghae. "Donghae. Lee Donghae, to be more specific. And no wisecracks," he added in a quiet grumble. He cast an anxious glance to the ceiling above, wincing a little internally at the thought of the damage the zombies must be doing to the door. Really, they were determined to get inside, weren't they? Donghae hissed from between gritted teeth, knocking his head back against the wall in frustration. "I need to go take care of that." His lips pursed as he straightened, glancing to the stickered door, mentally questioning how much ammunition he would need for this. |
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