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 SING THESE SONGS OF FREEDOM, TAG: OPAL/JENNA
MAGNUS SLY
Posted: Mar 13 2012, 08:58 PM


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"Uhhh....Uhhh...." Magnus blinked as he looked into the window of the 7-11. It would be a stretch to say that he wasn’t right. Lack of sleep and most of a join later had the man standing outside the 7-11, peering into the empty building. It had been scavenged and picked over, probably happened at the beginning. There might be a few bags of Cheetos or something deep inside its confines. Maybe it would be worth it? Maybe. He was extremely hungry. He glanced around, but decided his efforts would be futile. He was insane for leaving the confines of the mall to explore the areas around Houston, especially under the influence of a drug. Magnus smiled as he sat slowly down on the stoop. His high wasn’t as bad as it usually was, and he assumed the pot he traded the local mall dealer was laced with oregano or some other thing. Wait till he got his hands on that bitch. Magnus slowly spun the cap of his canteen off, taking a sip of the water. It was much too hot to go out without some sort of liquid substance. He smiled as he placed the canteen next to him, and ran a hand down his face, laughing gently. About what, he probably wouldn’t remember. Magnus laughed again as he tried to compose himself. He walked slowly down the road, but didn’t get very far, and ran back to the front stoop of the 7-11. The awning of the building was safe, even though it was eerily quiet outside. Leaves and brush blew harmlessly down the streets, but he knew just a mile out were probably a large group of walkers, looking to make a meal of the young man. The thought of death did scare Magnus, and it probably was a main factor in his substance abuse. He hadn’t slept in almost four days, and drank a bit more alcohol than he intended a few nights ago. It was somewhat worrying, but he would be alright. Magnus was strong, and could take on the world. At least that was what he thought. ”Shit. I’m fucked.” He laughed again, trying to focus his thoughts. What drove him to think that coming all the way out here was a good idea? No matter. Maybe someone will save your stupid black ass, he thought. Maybe someone will be your knight in shining armor and take care of you. Or not. Magnus shook his head and dropped onto his backside. Why was he so stupid?
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OPAL FISCHER
Posted: Mar 13 2012, 10:56 PM


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Opal huffed, letting out a long breath as she cruised down the streets of Houston. It was hot outside, beyond hot, the term her grandmother used to use came to mind. Hot as Hades in August. And it certainly was. The thought never occurred to her before, what with all the central air and swimming pools. But damn was Texas hot. And she wasn't in a car, no, she wasn't that lucky. The only thing she had was some stupid bike she had found back when she first got to leave the club. It wasn't a pretty bike but the solid rubber tires did good when she was navigating through streets covered with shards of glass and metal. The truth was, Opal probably shouldn't be out, much less on her own. But she needed it, otherwise her pops felt more overbearing than this thick blanket of heat that had consumed the city. That and Topher had wandered off again and she might have been a little worried. As much as that boy didn't think she could handle herself, she had an equally hard time thinking he could defend himself. She glanced down an empty street, pausing at the corner as she tried to decide which way she should go. She was partial to the right but it felt wrong, it just wasn't right. She couldn't even tell where she was anymore though, she once lived in this city, and she couldn't recognize it anymore. Street signs were sparse and the bodies and carnage that lined the roads made them otherwise unrecognizable. She rolled her bike to the left, rolling over a hand that sat detached from it's body in the middle of her path. Opie didn't dare call out a name or utter a word, aside from the sound of her pedaling, she was completely silent, she didn't even dare breath harder out of fear. Fear alone was enough to sober her up from her previous high. Whatever cough syrup she had ingested a few hours ago no longer effected her. She was a machine now, mechanically moving her legs, gripping the handlebars so hard her knuckles were white and her palms were moist, not even moving fast enough to cause her trusty backpack to shift. After all, the backpack was her life. It held her small first aid kit, her water bottle, a meat cleaver, and most importantly, her aluminum bat. She really only had experience with the bat, but it didn't mean she didn't want the cleaver just in case. Either way, she wasn't chancing losing that backpack. She made a right at the next street, slowing finally as she caught a glimpse of a figure in the near distance. Not even a distance, a block away. Sitting on the stoop of the seven eleven. At first she smiled, thinking she had finally found Topher, but as she neared, she realized she had been wrong. She hesitated for a moment, that could be bad. Then again, weren't zombies usually moving? Searching for food? She finally stopped her movement, sliding off the seat but mounting her feet firmly on the ground, still in the middle of the road. Opal cleared her voice, "Are you okay?" She asked in a quiet sort of yell, her southern drawl sounding more concerned than it usually did.
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MAGNUS SLY
Posted: Mar 25 2012, 08:23 AM


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[[SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY]]Magnus glanced around, hearing a voice. Then his vision wavered, as a bike came towards him. He glanced up at the girl and instantly sobered up. Or tried too. Mostly. ”Y-Yeah, I’m cool.” He stood up and crossed his arms, glancing around the 7-11 and looked back at her, crossing his arms. ”I think I got lost, I went to go look for some supplies, but…yeah.” It was mostly true. He was trying to find some stuff to trade down in the market area of the Galleria, but became sidetracked when the munchies kicked in. Why did he do this to himself. He smiled at the girl. She probably was a few years younger than him. She was pretty, but he wasn’t a creep. ”I should get going, thanks though.” He waved gently and started walking back the way he came. He should have been fine on the walk back to the mall. It wasn’t even midday yet, so he had plenty of time to safely trek back across the city to the mall. The girl was nice for checking up on him, but he wasn’t a big fan of taking handouts or receiving help. It was a pride thing that he had long before the apocalypse came. Everyone seemed to be out for themselves, so why should Magnus be? He spent the last few months before the apocalypse worrying about his mother and his employment, but now, his worries were much greater. He stopped at a corner and looked up and down, trying to remember the side road that he took that was quickest to the mall. For some reason, he couldn’t remember. His hand slid over his hair as he tried to think. Why did he have to get messed up before he went out? Maybe it helped cope with the fear or something. Magnus wasn’t sure, but what he did know was that he was in deep shit if he couldn’t get back to the mall before the sunset. Maybe that girl could hel—No. Can’t ask for help. Can’t depend on anyone, he thought to himself. It was a tough world out there now, and having to cope alone was the only way you were going to survive. Magnus walked across the street and headed down the sidewalk. He remembered that he had come up this way, so the mall must be back down this hill. Sure, he thought, just get lost in the middle of deserted Houston with a bunch of undead walking around. Real safe.
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