colorless sunrise [ml]

Subject: colorless sunrise [ml] Sun Aug 18, 2013 11:11 pm

quinn arabella taylors

Quinn's dark eyes flicked around the dimly lit room, flashlights and candles being the only source of light. Her olive colored skin was sprinkled with dust, dirt, and blood. She hadn't been outside in two days, sunlight staying hidden from the daughter of Apollo. It was a sickening feeling to see the same people day after day, each day seeming longer and more depressing than the previous.

Her arrows hadn't shot anything in two hours, which meant that the night raid was over for the day. Quinn's eyes were heavy, as she felt herself slowly drifting off into the land of sleep. Any time her eyes were close, she felt that the night was closing in, being even darker than the harsh reality she lived in now. Her little nap was short lived as she heard a thunk next to her. Quinn had chosen a spot away from the center of the sleeping bags for a reason, she actually wanted to sleep.

Hearing the noise brought her eyes open, as she unknowingly flicked out her knife and thrust it to the neck of the noise. Quinn stared at the thing for a few moments, deciding if it was a zombie or not. In her state of unrest, undead were everywhere. It took the girl a few moments before the blurriness of her nap faded from her vision. "Don't you know better than to wake someone at this time of day?" she snapped, not removing her knife, instead applying more force. "You weren't stealing my food were you, honey?" Quinn asked, raising a thin eyebrow.

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Subject: Re: colorless sunrise [ml] Thu Aug 22, 2013 8:17 pm

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Landon Xavier West
Son of Hermes
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Landon lets out a loud sigh, and looks around the library. It has been close to two weeks since this zombie apocalypse of sort had started, and it was getting old. Especially since he has spent two days trapped in the camp's library. Stuck with injured and healthy campers a like. To Landon this is like torture, he'd rather be out killing zombies. Except people had decided that they shouldn't leave, so now he's trapped.

Sighing once more, he grabs his sleeping bag and looks around the room. He would rather not sleep in the huge crowd, rather he'd like to sleep in one of the less crowded areas. Walking through the room he finds a spot next to a sleeping girl. He spreads his sleeping bag out and flops down on it. As soon as his head hits the pillow, he closes his eyes.

Just as Landon finally starts to drift off to sleep, the girl's voice snaps him out of it. He turns his head towards the girl and rolls her eyes. "Oh shut up, would you? I'm trying to get sleep. This is the only place not crowded, and I am sick of people. So whether you like it or not, I'm staying here"he says to the girl.

"No I am not stealing your food. I'm sleeping, can't you tell the difference? Or are you two blind to see that?"he says to her. [color=#00CC66]"Besides it's not like your food would be any better than mine. With that, Landon sits up and leans against the wall. He reaches into his bag, and takes out an apple. Holding it up to his mouth he takes a bite of it. He then sits there and eats his apple, waiting for the girl to respond.

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Subject: Re: colorless sunrise [ml] Fri Aug 23, 2013 1:19 pm

quinn arabella taylors

Quinn scoffed at the boy, retracting her butterfly knife from his neck. Folding the knife back into it's smaller form, she slid it into her backpack of things. She raised an eyebrow at him, and his precious apple. He wasn't the only one to have food. The daughter of Apollo drew a red apple from her bag with a small smirk, taking a bite from it. "Mhm, you're food is so much better, hm rich boy?" she asked.

Quinn didn't know if the boy came from a rich family or not, but he had that kind of attitude to him. The girl would know, her mother and her were always well off, along with several of her friends. She could play that game, any day. There was a reason most kids in her old middle school nicknamed her Quinn the Queen. She enforced everything she did with a steel hand and harshness.

Running a small hand through her blonde tresses, the demigod began absentmindedly braiding her locks. She often did that before bed, but lately her hair had been too caked with dirt and dust to bother. Kicking up her feet on her backpack, Quinn attempted to get comfortable again. "Why'd you come over here anyways?" she asked, her gaze drifting over to the boy.

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