jumpscare: CANDYMAN (pic#3302569)
dead weight mods ([personal profile] jumpscare) wrote in [community profile] drybones2012-06-08 09:08 pm

test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

___test drive meme: dead weight edition.

Step 1 → Post with the character and journal you're wanting to play. Leave the message blank with your Character's Name | Character's Canon.
Step 2 → Other people respond to your thread! Fight zombies, deal with the "fictional character" news, whatever you please.
Step 3 → ???
Step 4 → PROFIT!
Step 5 → Spread the word! Bring a friend! Make a random announcement on D_M! Get this post to crack the hundreds! It doesn't matter if you end up apping or not! This is a place of fun and meeting new people before the waiting!

Text somewhat shamelessly stolen from [community profile] assguardians.

risks: (quench abuse and let love flower;)

[personal profile] risks 2012-06-09 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ elena has ... some experience with knives and daggers and stabbing, but it wasn't until today that hacking anything with a machete became a necessity for survival. (ironically.) she drops the shovel she's been sporting (it was getting dangerously heavy) and takes the machete with slightly rounded eyes and a grave nod.

glass breaks somewhere to their left; the gurgled wails suddenly louder as a rotting hand blindly grabs at nothing over the desk they pushed flush to the potential entrance moments before. somehow that more than anything jumps elena's heart into action.
] We can't stay trapped here. There was a fire escape outside. If we make it upstairs, that alley could be clear while we're drawing them in.
bigbad: injuries (Kill me romantically)

[personal profile] bigbad 2012-06-09 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Spike picks up a crowbar and nods, watching the zombie hand.] Go. I'll cover your back.
risks: (shit be still. statue.)

[personal profile] risks 2012-06-12 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she hesitates leaving him there, but only for a moment, only until there's another shattering window. she backs a few steps and darts up the stairs. even though it was her idea, even though adrenaline is coursing through her and her legs tell her to run and keep running, she nearly stops at the top and goes back. but they'll be okay if she can just do her part; she has to believe that. so instead elena throws her shoulder into the nearest apartment door. her breath catches in her throat when it opens, the weak, rotted frame splintering, and she stumbles inside.

oh. :| two zombies turn to face her.
]