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Hi

Why hello there!

So did you wanna make characters or just jump in?

I'll leave that completely up to you ^^

And if we do make characters, do you mind making one first, I'll just match your detail

Okay, and sure, I'll make it first.

Alrighty thanks!

Name: Argent Roth
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance:


Outfit:
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=15...


Weapons:







Personality:
Argent is quiet, but she'll put on a tough act in a heartbeat. She was raised to be tough, but she still has her moment where she feels as though it is impossible to survive in this world.

Likes:
~Reading
~Drawing
~Singing
~Leaving her community to explore

Dislikes:
~Her father, who is the leader of the group
~Most of the people in her group
~Being kept inside the gates, due to her fathers over protective nature
~Being crowded

History:
Argent's history wasn't the best. It all started when her mother and herself were out gardening. It was just the beginning of the apocalypse, and they were hoping they could survive with using their high fences and gardening skills. Argent had left to go get a bucket from the front and left the gate open. A zombie had wandered in and bit her mother. Her father had ran out and had to put her down, along with the zombie. Ever since then, he has been overprotective over Argent. But, since he knew that she was the one who left the gate open, he abuses her for her mothers death. She blames herself often and likes to escape by sneaking out of their little community. Of course, her father hates letting her out, so she has to either sneak out, or say she's going on a run with some of the other people in the group.

Name : Jonathan {Jonny} Jones
Age : Seventeen years of age {17}
Gender : Male
Nationality : British ; Welsh
Appearance :



Clothes : He has no specified clothing that he wears, but usually some jeans and a chequered shirt of some kind

Weaponry :





He currently has more in the community storage, however rarely brings them out as he doesn't feel as if he needs them.

Personality :

Jonathan likes to act tough and usually bluffs in situations that he feels he is outdone. If he feels threatened he is not afraid to make a pre-emptive strike against anyone who is near him. He believes in second chances, he does not however believe in third chances. He acts like a hard-ass at times, however once he gets to know people, such as those in his group, he can begin to trust them and begin to get close to them.

Likes :
Exploring locations and scavenging for supplies
Reading
Helping people

Dislikes :
Cowardice
Being confined
Being in a difficult situation

History :

Jonathan doesn't really discuss his history with anyone and really, doesn't even think much into it himself. Since the apocalypse started he was living with a small group of people, all friends before the events from a local school. They travelled, suffered and almost died on multiple occasions but eventually found a small community and grouped up with them. They know little about other communities in the area except that their current one has a problem with another one, which Jonathan hasn't encountered yet. He finds himself out of the community bounds than in them, due to his hunger of exploration and scavenging, which he finds extremely satisfying and sometimes takes his small group of pre-apocalypse friends.

{{Hope you don't mind I pretty much copied your format >_< I can change it to one of my ones if you wish}}

{{If you want more detail on anything, just let me know!}}

((No it's good!))

{{Okie dokie, do you want to start?}}

((Can you?))

{{I will do, should they just be exploring and happen to meet?}}

((Sure! And thanks!))

Jonathan walked through the streets, his weapons along his belt as he walked through the empty, dark streets. He had told his friends that he was just taking a small early morning walk while it was still rather dark. He walked down a lonely street, not a zombie in sight by the look of it, and that made him relax slightly more than he should have. He sat on a small chair for a while, until the sun began to rise, but still not a single figure in sight anywhere.

{{Just let me know if you'd like to respond in more detail ^_^}}

Argent wandered around carefully, holding her crossbow over her shoulder. She walked and watched as the sun began to rise. She gave a sigh as she made it to a street. She looked around to make sure no zombies nor people were walking before continuing. She sighed a bit and looked down, biting her lip. She listened for any sounds that would indicate something coming towards her.

Jonathan stood up from where he sat, looking around him one last time before he would walk away. His eyes scanned around, not seeing anyone to begin with, however in the corner of his eye he saw movement. He looked over in that direction and saw a girl walking down, watching the ground. He remained silent, unsure of whether to run or to stay. He was intrigued to stay and talk to her, or atleast see if she was willing to talk to him.

Argent hummed softly as she looked around. Her knife was running against her ankle from her boot, but she didn't pay much attention to it. She looked up and sighed. She thought she saw someone and bit her lip, unsure of what to do. If anything, he was probably apart of the group that her father wanted to destroy. She rolled her eyes at her fathers want to get rid of people. The zombies were doing that enough already! She stared at the person and stopped walking, biting her lip hard.

Jonathan stood still, watching her from a small amount of distance away. She hadn't run off yet, which usually meant good things to begin with, unless her sole objective was to rip off his head for no real reason. He walked slowly towards her, his hands up and open completely. He was bored, and reckoned he could take her on, what was the worst that could happen after all. He stopped suddenly, a good few feet away from her. "Hey." He called over, lowering his hands slightly.

Argent watched as he began walking towards her. She bit her lip harder and harder and stood stiff when he made it to her. She watched him carefully. "Hi." She mumbled softly. Her hand gripped the strap of her crossbow as she looked at him. She didn't know him and doubted she could trust him. She couldn't trust the people in her group either though, so maybe it was just her.

He looked at her hand, gripping the crossbow and took a few steps back, his hand instinctively itching to go for his knife handle, however staying by his side. "I'm not here to start trouble." He said, taking another few steps backwards in order to open the gap between them. A thought process triggered in his mind, what if she was a part of this unknown "enemy" of theirs?

She nodded slowly and relaxed a bit, letting go of her crossbow strap. "Promise?" She said, tilting her head. She watched him, unsure if he was from the other group or not. She wouldn't have cared, she was against her fathers want to get rid of them. She stared at him and sighed. "What's your name?" She asked softly.

"I promise." He replied to her, not looking away from her in case she made any sudden moves."My name's Jonathan." he told her, beginning to relax slightly however still slightly on edge. "Jonathan." He repeated nervously. "You can call me Jon or Jonny if you want." He told her, wondering what was going through her head, she had just met a random guy on the street.

Argent watched him and nodded slowly. She shifted her weight to one leg and looked at him. "Argent..." She said softly. "Just call me that, I don't have any nicknames.." She said softly. She crossed her arms, only because it was comfortable to her. "Why are you out here alone? Don't you have a group or something?" She tilted her head.

"I have a group." He said with a small nod of his head. "However I like to come out a lot by myself and take walks, peaceful and all that, minus the stench of death and zombies. Other than that, completely peaceful." he said. "What about you Argent? Why are you all the way out here? Where's your group?" He said, assuming she had one.

She shrugged. "I snuck away. I'm not allowed to leave unless they say I can. And that's not often." She said softly. "So yes, I have a group. But I'm not exactly supposed to be out here." She shrugged again. She looked around and sighed a bit, looking at him. "I agree, it's much more peaceful by yourself.

He sighed and tilted his head ever so slightly. "That's too bad, you can see a lot around here. Just exploring the once full streets can be relaxing. I once went to a school very close to here." He contemplated the thoughts momentarily. "It has changed an awful lot since then." He said with a small sigh. "Are you not worried they'll find you?"

Argent shook her head. "No I'm not worried. They won't do anything. My father might get...angry but it's nothing I can't handle." She shrugged a bit. She gave a reassuring smile and sighed. "Does your group know you're out here?" She asked softly.

Argent shook her head. "No I'm not worried. They won't do anything. My father might get...angry but it's nothing I can't handle." She shrugged a bit. She gave a reassuring smile and sighed. "Does your group know you're out here?" She asked softly.

"They think I'm out here with some people, but they went back long ago and left me out here." He told her with a shrug, looking around him to a seat on the side. "Your father?" He said, more in surprise than a question. It wasn't exactly common for someone to still have family as far as he could tell.

Argent nodded slowly. She sighed. "Yea, my father is the leader of the group I'm in..." she said softly. "He's been set on surviving since my mother died, so he made a group with some of our neighbors and other people." She shrugged. "So his is keeping us behind walls and hoping that they will keep us safe. It's making us weak.." She said softly.

"Walls make you forget what's out here." He said quietly, more of a mumble than him actually talking. He began to walk slowly to a seat, only to find that it was torn slightly and broken, so he walked to the side and sat down, leaning back on the wall. "That's a sad story." He struggled to say, not sure how to continue the discussion. "Well I'm sure my people'll take you all in if you want more help and food." He suggested.

Argent sat next to him and shrugged. "It's not really that sad. I've gotten over it." She said softly, though that was a lie. She'd never get over the fact that she basically killed her own mother. She shook her head with a dry laugh. "No, he's too overprotective to do that. Besides, he wants to destroy some other group thats apparently in our territory." She rolled her eyes.

Jonathan paused, or more specifically, froze in place, turning slightly pale when the words left her mouth. "Why?..." He asked nervously, suddenly more aware of his surroundings and slightly alarmed. Must be nothing... She's surely too nice to be one of their guys? He thought to himself. "Never mind, I don't want to know." He said, trying to calm himself down.

Argent shrugged. "I don't know. He's afraid that they'll ruin our chance of survival I guess." She said. She looked up at him and tilted her head. "You alright?" She asked softly. She bit her lip and her eyes widened. "Oh sh*t, you're in that group aren't you?" She asked softly. Of course the first person I meet and actually like talking to is apart of that group She mentally cursed and sighed.

((Sorry, I don't know if you mind cursing or not xD))

{{I am literally okay with anything xD

I hope you don't mind it ;3}}

Jonathan didn't react. "Am I part of a group that is being hunted down by a bunch of Psychopaths who want nothing more than our heads? Perhaps." He said, remaining ever calm, using all of his effort to do so. He needed to figure out a method of getting out of here alive. The stories he heard, they worried him, though most were probably bias lies. He appeared to slump in defeat, making himself look weak.

((I'm fine as well xD))

Argent sighed and kicked an empty bottle. "Great! The first person I like talking too, and I shouldn't even be talking to him." She muttered to herself. She sighed. "But when have I ever done something I'm supposed to." She said softly, looking at him. She frowned a bit when she noticed how nervous he was. "I'm not gonna hurt you or tell my father if that's what you're thinking.." She said softly.

{{Okie dokie ^_^}}

He chuckled slightly, straightening himself slightly. He tried ruseing {Is that even a real word ._.} to act as if he was weak and nervous, but in all honesty he was nervous. He remained leaning against the wall as he replied to her. "Well I wasn't thinking hurt..." He commented with a roll of his eyes and looked towards her, analyzing her. "Oh? You like talking to me? How wonderful." He said after a moment of thinking how to respond, perhaps her act was also a ruse? Kill him after he began to trust her?

She frowned and sighed. "Figured you wouldn't believe me." She mumbled. She stood up and sighed, brushing off her jeans. She looked at the sky and bit her lip before kicking the bottle again, this time harder. She looked down and sighed sadly, leaning on the railing of the porch. (I'm assuming they're on one xD) She stared at the ground and rubbed her face, shaking her head slowly.

Jonathan stood up slowly and carefully, walking slowly forward in her direction and standing directly behind her, pausing when he got there momentarily. He wasn't sure what to do at this point, and instead brushed past her and leaned on the same railing about two meters down from her. "Well come on, I've been fed propaganda about your people." He pointed out.

Argent shrugged and sighed, staring at the ground. She frowned and bit her lip. "I'm sorry. You probably don't want to talk to me much anymore, huh?" She said softly, staring at the flower less mulch that lay below the railing. She bit her lip and sighed a bit, looking at him.

Jonathan returned the gaze to her. "Well as long as you don't pull out a machete and run at me with it, I'm sure I'll be fine." He said with a slight smirk on the edge of his face. "We can keep talking..." He told her with a smile, before continuing rapidly. "Ugh, that is, if you want to, of course." He said.

Argent sighed. "Obviously I still want to talk to you. You're the only person I don't mind talking to, to be honest." She mumbled. She turned and flipped so her back was leaning on the railing. She rubbed her face and sighed. "Believe me, I'm against my fathers thoughts. I don't understand why it's a big deal, yall aren't close..." She mumbled.

{{I'm probably going to head to sleep soon >_<}}

Jonathan shrugged, remaining in the same position and looking out over the street ahead of him. "I don't know, but we can change topic?" He suggested, not wanting to dwell on how her father wanted his friends guts on a platter. Perhaps they weren't all evil, but he sure wasn't going to risk it. "What's your favourite music?" He asked mockingly, as if there was still the opportunity to listen to music, or at least there wasn't for him.

Argent laughed a bit and shrugged. "I haven't heard music since before this whole thing started. Of course I sing sometimes but it's not even full songs, since I can't remember any." She shrugged. "Except the one my mom used to sing but.." She mumbled. She looked at him. "What about you?" She asked softly.

((Ok!))

Jonathan swallowed hard, however it wouldn't have been very noticeable. He suddenly felt guilt about reminding her of her mother. "I don't remember many songs to be honest " he admitted before turning again and walking back to the wall. He leaned back on it directly across from her. "When have you got to go back?" He asked

Argent shrugged. "I usually just go back when I feel ready to be lectured." She said with a small laugh. She looked at him and smiled a bit. "You're kind, different than most people I know. And I'm not just talking about my group." She said softly.

He smiled toward her and nodded. "I'm too kind some would argue, had you been anyone else." He let the sentence drift off into nothing, just unended words. "That doesn't matter. I met you, but how do we keep on meeting?" He asked, concerned about both of their safety.

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She sighed a bit and looked at him. "We meet here everyday, at sunrise. If one of us doesnt show up in around 5 to 10 minutes, then you or I just leave and we meet the next day, okay?" She asked softly. She looked up at him and gave him a weak smile.

((Okay lol xD))

He nodded his head in agreement. "It sounds good to me." He told her, he hadn't known her for long but decided that he wanted to get to know her, for the sake of the Group if not for his sanity. He could only bare to be with the same people for so long, not that his friends were bad but, well he was intrigued by a new experience. "Every sunrise. Almost romantic." He teased