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EVALEA PARSONS
Posted: Feb 22 2012, 07:47 AM


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Save yourself a penny for the ferryman The Words: 896 Tag: OPEN The Notes Give her some love, guise!"Denying the lyingA million children fightingFor lives in strifeFor hope beyond the horizonA dead worldA dark pathNot even crossroads to choose fromAll the bloodredCarpets before meBehold this fair creation of GodMy only wish to leave behindAll the days of the EarthAn everyday hell of my kingdom comeThe first rock thrown againWelcome to hell, little SaintMother Gaia in slaughterWelcome to paradise, SoldierMy first cry neverendingAll life is to fear for lifeYou fool, you wandererYou challenged the gods and lost."Nightwish's Planet Hell blared through Evalea's headphones as she sat back in her makeshift bed. Her head bobbing in time to the music, she glanced down at her disc-man and noticed the batteries were nearly depleted. Ah, shit! I just put them in too! dammit! Not too long after she had come to grace the people of Sam's Club with her presence, Evalea had traded her iPod for the more practical disc-man. There was pretty much next to no electricity so she figured that a battery operated electronic device would suit her better. And it had. She had hoarded a crap ton of batteries and CD's, some brand new others used. Whichever would give Evalea her daily dose of music, she had staked her claim. Before she had come to Sam's Club, she had made a pit stop at the local music store. Not only did she grab some music, she also nabbed an acoustic guitar. She wasn't that great at playing, but she had learned enough from her friend Kristoff to not sound like a total noob.Thinking about Kristoff made Evalea wonder if the male had made it out alive. Sure he was kick ass at playing zombie games and always came out as the top scorer, but she wasn't sure how he'd do not that it was all real. She missed him something fierce and hoped that he had found someplace to hole up. Perhaps, in a little while she would go out in search for him, hopefully with a friend to help. Evalea snorted. Right. Friend. There wasn't anyone here that she could consider friend enough for her to trust them completely. The girl had trust issues. Who the hell didn't post apocalypse? When she saw these overly trusting people all she wanted to do if give them a slap upside the head while saying, " Tha fuck is wrong with you?" At least the people running around high off their kites made the best of the situation. At times Evalea almost wished she would join them. Yet she stayed away...for now anyways.Welcome down to my Pla--- And there goes the batteries. With a frustrated sigh, Evalea leaned forwards and rummaged around in the small bin she kept at the end of her bed. Just a few small things like a pen, a pack of post-it notes, batteries and other odds and ends were in there and yet....her battery stock was depleted. She only had one in there and she didn't even know if it was a new one or not. Grumbling to herself, Evalea pocketed her disc-man and climbed out of her 'bunk'. The relaxed evening she was planning on now had to go on hold all because of a few damned batteries. Let the search begin.Evalea hated asking people for things, mainly because they always wanted something in return. What happened to the whole 'sharing is caring' bit? Just because the world practically ended didn't mean everyone had to turn into a damned possessive pack rat. Whatever. Screw 'em all. She grabbed her favored gun and tucked it into the waistband of her jeans. You never know when you'll need fire power. Evalea never went anywhere without the aid of her gun. Hidden among parts of her body were knives, and a few ninja stars she had come across a week earlier. Sharp little buggers, they were. Now armed to her satisfaction, Evalea set out in search of some batteries, figuring she'd start in the receiving area, hoping that someone had been a little less greedy and left some behind.She entered the cool room and wrapped her arms around herself, shivering slightly. She moved over to a could of boxes lined against the wall beside a shelving unit. She rifled through the boxes but came up with nothing. " Oh, you gotta be fuckin' shitting me! You guys are some greedy freakin' bastards, you kno-" Her rant was cut short by a noise near the door. Quick as she could without making noise, she hid behind one of the shelving units, pulling her gun from her jeans. Clicking off the safety, Evalea aimed through the space between the shelves in the general direction of the noise. " Who the fuck is there? Enough with the hide and seek, pal. Speak or my pretty lead bullets will grace your brain!"Atta girl, Ev! Show em you mean business!Welcome down to my Planet HellSave yourself a penny for the ferrymanSave yourself and let them sufferIn hopeIn loveThis world ain't ready for The ArkSave yourself a penny for the ferrymanSave yourself and let them sufferIn hopeIn loveMankind works in mysterious ways.created by STALK ME REDNECK!
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Posted: Feb 22 2012, 01:16 PM


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And people called him stupid? People called him ‘mentally challenged’ as a result of inbreeding? Yeah right. He wasn’t the one willingly barricading himself inside a store now that he could finally roam free. He wasn’t the one focusing on bickering when every problem could be solved with a well-placed punch. There might be complications to walking around outside… if you were a defenceless bonehead. Any remnant of human reflexes in your system and shit was perfectly fine. Better than fine, fucking brilliant. A zombie wasn’t a challenge. Zombies were brainless, shuffling target practice. The hell was the trouble with that? All that potential outside and still they locked doors. Arizona was inside now too, and would’ve felt like a caged animal if he didn’t have the opportunity to leave. With the opportunity to leave, he was enjoying himself. He didn’t feel trapped. He was finding most of the people in here narrow-minded though. Cheer up, it’s just the end of the world!

The one thing he’d found he liked the least about this place was walking through the doorways. He’d gotten used to being out and about lately, and not having to bend over double to fit his frame into a hole meant for someone half his size. For someone having grown up in trailers, he had quickly gotten used to elbow-room. But here he had access to food, so he wasn’t going to let some doors sink his boat. It was with a juice-box from the storage room he idled over to the receiving area. He could’ve grabbed a can of something. Beans. Tomatoes. Whatever was there that was still edible. Instead he’d grabbed something to drink. And it wasn’t even an alcoholic beverage. It was orange-flavoured and he’d always liked it. None of that ‘exotic fruit’-bullshit. Didn’t need anything grown anywhere but the United States of America.

Hadn’t he been completely at ease, maybe the bellowed warning shouts of a female would’ve startled him. Nah, it never would. The words ‘female’ and ‘challenge’ didn’t belong in the same sentence. They could be furious and frightening, yeah, but… who were they kidding? Not him. So he ventured out from behind a shelf without a care in the world, to see who was the owner of that dirty mouth. “You oughta be careful who you're talkin’ to.” Sucking the last remnant of juice out of the box, feeling it deflate in his fingers, Arizona’s eyes fell on the little girl with the big gun. And when he lowered his hand, there was a smile on his face. He knew her. Recognized her. Recognize was what he did. From shooting. “I can’t ’member your name but you like them guns, lady. Didn’t you teach Hank?

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EVALEA PARSONS
Posted: Apr 9 2012, 10:12 AM


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Save yourself a penny for the ferryman The Words: 511Tag: Liinen/ArizonaThe Notes ITS ALIVE!!!Nothing but silence met Evalea's threat. Heck. She didn't blame them. Most people took a moment to process anything that came out of the girls mouth. Ever since she joined the people at Sam's Club Eva was more or less the resident entertainment. No, not in the prostitute kind of way. More like the circus kind of way. Yeah. Much better description. Just because zombies decided to take over the world and eat her fellow humans it didn't mean that all entertainment and anything of the sort disappeared as well. Eva liked to lighten the mood. Most people couldn't stand her. She'd be the first to admit that she could be rather annoying. It was up to how the people reacted to her that told her if they were worth being friends or not.“You oughta be careful who yer talkin’ to.” Evalea's head snapped towards the mans voice, a smirk on her lips. Eva, be careful? That was a laugh. Okay. Maybe not but she was just in the sort of mood that would make a nun swear. First she was disturbed from her own personal scavenge, even if it was a total loss, then he wanted to threaten her? This was going to be fun. " Oh really? And why is that, good sir? Gonna cut me throat and steal me belongings? Oooh I'm shakin' in my high tops!" Yeah. She was goading the guy, and she hadn't even seen him yet. With that in mind, Eva stepped out from behind the shelving unit and faced him, a distance of about six feet separating them. She cocked her head to the side as she studied him. The man looked oddly familiar. Someone she had seen or perhaps briefly known before the outbreak. Maybe from work? She wasn't able to tell... at least not right away.“I can’t ’member yer name but you like them guns, lady. Didn’t you teach Hank?” Hmm. Hank, Hank.....Nope. Didn't ring any bells. " I do indeed like them guns. A lot. But as for this Hank feller? Notta bloody clue, broski. I taught soo many knuckle heads and morons, their names all blend into one another. But it's a good possibility I did." Eva shrugged, tucking her gun back into the waistband of her jeans after switching on the safety. What? The girl would rather have two ass cheeks than one, thanks. Once her gun was safely away again, she continued on her hunt, hoping that there were at least two damned batteries just chilling somewhere. Sure, it was a false hope, but she just may get lucky. Like she did with the half mickey of whiskey she'd scored the other day. Could have been from a store...or another persons personal storage...the details were a little fuzzy. Her hands now buried in a box full of them annoying Styrofoam peanuts, Eva shouted over her shoulder. " So what the heck made me worthy enough to be graced by your overbearing presence, senor?"created by STALK ME REDNECK!
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Posted: Apr 13 2012, 08:58 AM


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Never heard that one,” Arizona said, genuine in his delivery. He hadn’t been called ‘good sir’ before, and it inspired a laughter that rolled out of his mouth like a lion’s roar. That was a nice joke. He appreciated that. As she mentioned him potentially stealing her belongings and cutting her throat, his grin only widened. “It would be no fun if you let me.” Should she walk up to him, tilt her head back, hand him a knife and give him the go-ahead, he would do it. He would have to be a moron not to. But it didn’t mean he’d enjoy it as much as he would if she was unwilling. At that point he was beginning to get curious who this was. He thought he had met all of them, but some came and went. Or so it seemed, since he still chanced on complete strangers. Maybe in the grander scheme of things he was the real stranger.

Yeah, the little brat had taught Hank. He was sure of it, even if she wasn’t. Guns were her trade, it had never been Arizona’s. Sure, he’d steal them and fire them to great satisfaction, but he didn’t sell. “You’re the one with the weird name,” he concluded simply. Eyes still on her, he carelessly tossed the juice-box aside. “As if you should be Eva but your parents fucked up.” The laughter returned, harsher this time. “I’ll call you Eva.” Would Eva Braun be fitting? No. For that she was too short and too dark-haired. Too alternative. Too not-Eva-Braun. Eva was probably her nickname anyway. It would be sensible to shorten it that way. What did he care.

Whilst she was busy rummaging around, he just stood there, eying her move. She wasn’t ugly. Yet she was, in a way. Because of all the extra shit. Hypocritical observation, given the judge’s own appearance, but that never mattered. “What’re you looking for?” Not that he cared. As long as she kept bending down like that she could look for the Pope’s nuts without it changing his staring. Not if she spoke like that though. “None of that language.” A grimace of pain fluttered across his face. Goddamn Spanish immigrants were ruining the American language, even in this new world. “Fucking wetbacks…” He almost forgot she asked him something, busy inwardly fuming at the choice of word, and just waved it away. “You’re here, I’m here.

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EVALEA PARSONS
Posted: Apr 18 2012, 07:42 AM


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Save yourself a penny for the ferryman The Words: 589Tag: Liinen/ArizonaThe Notes ITS ALIVE!!!The continuous staring was starting to bother her. She could feel his eyes boring right into the back of her head and it sort of made her skin crawl. His loud bark of laughter startled her a moment, making her jump, but she composed herself quickly, turning to another box to try her luck. " Dude, you know where there are any damned batteries? I think some fucker attacked my stash. Greedy pricks, I tell ya." She let out a groan of frustration before turning away from the box and facing him.“It would be no fun if you let me.” Evalea smirked and agreed with him. It definitely would be little anti climactic if the person was willing. Half the fun of it was the element of surprise. It was no fun if the other person didn't...squirm, for lack of a better word. " Well I wholeheartedly agree with you on that one." Hand hanging at her side, she drummed her fingers against her thigh, trying to figure out a place she hadn't searched already. It was almost routine with her. She knew there wouldn't be anything left in the room, but she kept checking anyways. A lot of people liked to hide their shit on the shelves and whatnot and Eva had, on many occasions, gotten lucky. Now if only she had the luck of the Irish at that moment, cause she really wanted them, batteries.“You’re the one with the weird name, As if you should be Eva but your parents fucked up.” His laughter returned, harsher this time. “I’ll call you Eva.” Eva snorted. Weird name. Yeah right. She vaguely remembered hearing this dude's name, but she couldn't recall it. " Yeah, sure pal, I have a weird name. Aren't you named after a state or something? Arkansas or some shit? But, once again I am with ya. I think Mother Dearest was too doped up to realize she gave me two names instead of one. I've ceased the questioning on the topic of my name. That damned woman could make a Nun swear, I tell ya. And call me whatever you want. I couldn't give two shits what people call me." Well that was partly true. There were a few choice names she had received over the years that had caused hospitalization....for the other party that is.When he asked her what she was looking for, Eva just raised a brow before moving on to one of the shelves aligning with boxes. " Batteries. Don't you listen?" It was routine by now. Look into a box, find it empty, sigh in frustration and repeat. The oh so exciting life of Evalea parsons. Maybe she'd go out and bash in zombie heads to release her frustration. That always worked. Most people thought she was crazy to do it, to get so close to them, but to Eva it was exhilarating. It was stress relieving. To know that she could bash someones head in without any trouble.“None of that language. Fucking wetbacks…”Eva seemed to find herself agreeing quite a bit with this burly looking man. It was almost eerie. Another empty box. Eva growled and licked the offending item across the room, turning to face him again. " I am oh so close to grabbing my booze, chugging it, and going out to play some zombie tag. Actually, the more I think about it, the more appealing it is..."created by STALK ME REDNECK!
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Posted: Apr 19 2012, 05:02 AM


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It seemed now with everything going to shit – not his words – that common folk started leaning to the more extreme side of things. By all means good for them. It might be absolutely necessary for their survival. All Arizona knew was that he hadn’t met many like-minded people before. Yet though she might agree with him in part, could she go past her limits and enter his territory? He wasn’t so sure of that, but he didn’t make a habit of underestimating a sick mind. Plenty had done it before him and they’d gotten their skulls smashed in. “I hear you say so,” he said, pointing out he hadn’t exactly seen her do what she ‘wholeheartedly agreed’ on. He hadn’t known her for long though, outside of the odd greeting.

Greeting her with that weird name. Arizona liked making fun of other people’s names, to the limited extent he was able, but he did not appreciate the same coin in return. So when she started by saying he was named after ‘a state or some shit’ his earlier content expression was on the verge of turning sourly. But she reeled herself in, and ended up agreeing with him. She should do that more often. If she continued on agreeing with him, they might have to spend time together. Even about the wetbacks she concurred. “Somebody must’ve knocked some sense into you when you was a kid.” He had known she was a bit different from most of the others, but he hadn’t understood till now in what way.

As for anything but what they agreed on? Batteries? He couldn’t give less of a fuck. “No, I don’t listen when what I hear ’s that boring. What you need ’em for anyway? Thought we were done with that shit.” Arizona would be happy if he never sat down in need of batteries ever again. Sure, he missed the remote control. He missed UFC and all that. But he could make his own entertainment now. He could go out and actually kill someone without any repercussions. Who needed a TV? Who needed batteries? Her search wasn’t yielding any results either. Robbed already. He was about to wander off when she mentioned a couple of things that got his attention back tenfold. “Booze? Zombie tag? I’m in. Where’s it?


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EVALEA PARSONS
Posted: May 2 2012, 05:27 AM


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Evalea kicked yet another box and plopped down on the floor. Now she'd have to go snooping through someone else's stash just for a few batteries. But she had to do what she had to do.“Somebody must’ve knocked some sense into you when you was a kid.” Eva snorted. " More like I knocked sense into myself when I got the hell outta there. Nobody but me is takin' the credit for that one, pal." Evalea dug into her pocket and pulled out a small square package. Looking inside, she stared at her last two remaining cigarettes. Her precious stash was dwindling and it pissed Eva off. She'd most likely have to go rummaging and out to trade. Cigs were a rare commodity these days and she was wishing she had the patience to quit before the whole apocalypse thing. Instead of choosing a full one, Eva grabbed at the half smoked one and placed the filter between her lips. With her other hand she dug around in her pocket for her zippo. Once she found it, she lit the cigarette, took a deep inhale and slowly let the smoke billow from her lips. " Ah, that's better." she sighed as she brought the cancer stick back to her lips.“No, I don’t listen when what I hear ’s that boring. What you need ’em for anyway? Thought we were done with that shit.”Evalea tilted her head to the side and gazed at Arizona through half lidded eyes. After a moment she pulled out her disc-man and held it up slightly in his direction for emphasis. " For this, bro. Batteries were all used up to drain out the sound of two horn dogs going at it the other night." She put the device in her lap and put a protective hand over top. It was just habit by now. Protect what is yours or risk 'losing' it. " I think I'll have to branch out a bit and leave this place to search for more. Have a few drinks, down a few meat bags in the process...sounds like a good plan to me."“Booze? Zombie tag? I’m in. Where’s it?” Evalea grinned when her words brought him back. Ah. So he was that kinda guy, eh? Eva put her disc-man back into her bag and brought out the small bottle of liquor. She unscrewed the cap, raised it and tilted it in his direction before taking a long gulp. As the liquid passed down her throat her faced squished up momentarily before being replaced by a more..heavenly looking one. " Ah. That's better. Yep. Definitely some zombie tag, and perhaps some mutilation, is in order!" She held the bottle out the him as she took a final drag of her cigarette before standing up, tossing the butt to the floor and stepping on it.
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As she extended the hand holding the disc-man, Arizona barely glanced at it. Not his thing. Unimpressed, he just bothered muttering, “Piece of shit.” Carrying around items to listen to music… What was the point? If he wanted music, he’d go to someone who knew how to play or sing or both, and make them do exactly that. Just last week he’d gotten a very convincing show by a small band on the outskirts of town. The intimate concert had drawn the attention of the hoards outside, and he had left the three individuals with cleverly placed shots, so that he could experience the following carnage a bit of a distance away. That had been one of the best music experiences of his life. He doubted her disc-man could offer the same.

But she wasn’t trying to trap him in conversation about her favourite bands or genres or whatever else bullshit. He was wondering if that was her ultimate plot, when she mentioned awesome plans that he was definitely on board with. It made her put her sound-machine away, substituting it with a bottle. He didn’t know what was in it, but judging by the smell it was something he wanted. Judging by the look on her face when she drank it, it was definitely something he wanted. A booming laugh escaped as he basically lunged at the beverage offered, not bothering to take a proper sniff before downing what must’ve been half of the contents. “A’it stuff.” Mainly because it was booze. He didn’t care about distinguishing tastes.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand after he had taken another swing, he handed it back and was almost hovering in expectation at what was to come. Someone to play with! Someone to feed to the masses if it came to that. Point was: Entertainment. “What’re we waitin’ for?” Brushing brusquely past her, he grabbed the shotgun strapped to his back and used it to open one of the doors. By the handle, of course. It wasn’t the door leading out, and suddenly he was confused. He wasn’t that used to the place. “Hurry the fuck up and lead, will ya?


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Posted: Jun 8 2012, 05:45 AM


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Evalea had to stop herself from jumping slightly at the burly mans booming laugh. Yeah. There was definitely something creepy about it. She tilted her head slightly as she regarded that man as he chugged her precious booze. He seemed to be the type of guy who would leave you high and dry if attack by a flesh-hungry group of zombies, enjoying the free entertainment as well. Yet she doubted whether he knew she was able to hold her own. Bitch was rather fierce with her blades. Then again many probably thought that she was a little off in the head department because of her choice of entertainment. Zombie tag. Yeah, she was....different.“Somebody must’ve knocked some sense into you when you was a kid.” Eva took her bottle back when he held it out to her and took another gulp, the harsh liquid nearly burning her throat. Ah yes. Liquid courage. Not that she needed it but it helped. Made things more entertaining. Hmm, I wonder what a drunken zombie would be like. I mean, they already stumble around moaning and drooling so they are already two thirds of the way there! Evalea snickered. That would be something. Or perhaps just boring as fuck. You never knew.“What’re we waitin’ for?”Not even bothering to put the cap back on the nearly empty bottle, she watched as he grabbed his gun and headed for the door before stopping and turning around to face her, a kind of confused look on his face. Hah. The brute didn't know his way around. Maybe for shit's and giggles Eva would let him wander around, trying to find his way out. Nah. Instead Eva turned around as his voice sounded once again. " Actually, the easiest way out is through this door, my man." She came to a stop outside of said door, kicking some boxes out of the way. " Gonna help me move some of this shit or are ya gonna just stand there lookin' purdy?"Grinning to herself, she waited until he started to help before moving off to where her sneakily hidden stash was and grabbed her twin machete's and her two hand guns. She stuffed the firearms into her bag, followed by a few magazines. Better safe than sorry. The machete's were placed into their holsters and Evalea moved back towards the exit, helping to move the rest of the junk out of the way before kicking open the door. With a dramatic bow and a sweep on her arm, she gestured outside. " Your afternoon entertain awaits, good sir! Let's rumble!"
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Posted: Jun 8 2012, 09:40 AM


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It wasn’t a huge store. It was big, yes, but not huge by American standards. It was manoeuvrable, perhaps, to those who were used to it. Doors went places, places people wanted to go. Right now Arizona wanted something as simple as getting out of the building, and he didn’t manage even that. He was impatient to a fault and itching to get going with this game, so he didn’t take lightly to being left to his own devices. Perhaps he could’ve found a way if he just looked around a bit and spotted the emergency exit signs. He didn’t bother. He knew that if she suggested they go out, she knew where. If she didn’t, she was already useless to him.

Turned out she knew. At her behest, he sauntered over and kicked a few empty boxes away, before bending down and hauling away some filled ones. “The hell are in these things?” he grunted. A man his size never really struggled with weighs such as these. He could comment on them being heavier than usual, however. It took but five minutes to clear a path to the door. A burning want can put a fire-cracker up anybody’s ass. That thought had Arizona grinning. He’d killed a cat that way once. Fucking hilarious way to go.

She’d called him pretty too. “You think I’m purdy, girl?” Once more the booming laughter emerged, this time echoing more fiercely against the now uncluttered door. He hadn’t noticed her going but noticed her coming back, and didn’t give a flying fuck why. Maybe she had to pee. Though he would’ve liked to see that, there was time for such things later. Namely, right now.

Hoping for sun to brighten their quest, Arizona opened the door and strode out.

He was on official zombie-killing business now. Hell yeah.


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