SURVIVE [e3]

[ADMINSAUR AARON]

To think you would have survived this long on Thriller Bark. However you have only just began this nightmare. Screams of defenseless being killed by hordes of undead can be heard beyond baracades and searing flames. The cieling light swaying back and forth, showing the three faces of the other survivours. With the weapons you had before you blacked out and arrived here, its time you get the hell off this boat. With the door locked, your adventure begins once you open it. Your goal is to survive until help arrives, a distress signal being triggered once you leave the room. Beware, there is more then just the drooling hordes thirsting for brains, rumors of zombies capable of leaping across the ship, ones as large as small vessels, even some that can hit as hard as a canon ball. It's best you work together despite your faction, for if your partners dont get you, THEY will.

location: Left Deck.

goal: head to right deck, and make it to the life boats, however with a half destroyed ship, manevuring through broken down buildings and endless hallways will be needed, don't forget the zombie hordes.

team:

• first character to post in thread
  
• second character to post in thread
  
• third character to post in thread
  
• fourth character to post in thread
  
  information will be added in as players join.
  

[Eleanor Beaurmont]

Today was not a good day. Somehow, she landed on this ship. She was somehwere stowed away and took a nap, when suddenly, she opened her eyes in this place. The ship looked crashed and she peaked out of her hiding place. There were zombies, so she had to make a run from it. She was currently on the left deck of the ship. When she look around in a room. She managed to find the room and hide from the flesh eating zombies.

Screams and defenseless people getting killed can be heard from outside the room. How did she get into this bind? Giving a sigh, she looked around the room. It was a medium sized storage room. It was dimly light and rather cold. Thankfully, due to her Devil Fruit Powers, she wasn't affected by the cold.
From what she remembered, this room was on the left deck.

"Man, this place is getting to be troublesome." Eleanor grumbled as she crossed her arms across her chest. Taking out her sword and preparing her self. Her other hand, the one that wasn't holding her sword, turned into magma and began dripping.

Seeing this, she quickly deactivated her Devil Fruit Powers, hoping no one saw it. "So, anyone mind doing introductions?" Eleanor sighed as she looked around the room. "The name is Eleanor. That is all you need to know for now besides the fact I am a pretty skilled sword user."

[[OOC: Short..but whatever. XD]]

[CRIMSON CERVELLO]

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[JULIUS LYNN KHAYAL]

Julius was the first to wake, finding himself paired with a trio of dangerous pirates. he believed taking a step back and letting them wake up would be the best move, waking up to a Admiral in front of them would not be in his best interest. the second one to wake was the young female Eleanor, she had earned quite a name for herself once she became Super Nova, it wasn't hard to miss the bright strands of hair the female had. Her figure faint as she looked into the darkness, directly at him, and around the room. The pitch dark gave him protection from their sight for now, as she inspected the others. Her hand setting a blaze, covered with magma the girl swatted her hand as she put herself out. An eyebrow lifted in amusement, so the Blaze Pirate curse had been passed down onto this girl, it made this situation all the more interesting.

The third to wake up was the Captain of the Serenta Pirate, the man less famous then the last, but still was enough of a threat to be known by the Marines. These new crews arriving, brought the MARINES to a new state of awareness and preparation. Despite the fact the man acted calm and rose from the floor of Thriller Bark. Answering the girl with a simple word, before inspecting the room a bit more. Likely asking himself the same questions he asked himself, why were they here, who brought them here, and why would they leave them with their weapons. Something went through alot of effort to bring them here. During his moving around earlier, the Fleet Admiral had came across the key for the door. It was time the young man used it, stepping out from the shadows, and standing in the light behind Eleanor and Crimson.

However before he could say anything to the thieves, the metal door they had been safe behind fell to the floor. An anxious crowd of starving undead standing before the door. The others would likely have blinked, and Julius was gone his body soaring low across the ground as he unsheathed his nodachi and slashed directly through the undead monsters. Their limbs and bodies ripping apart and collapsing onto the ground. The light swaying from the movements of the sea, Thriller Bark almost felt alive. "Fleet Admiral Julius Lynn Khayal." Julius concluded, sheathing his weapon on his right side. The man had to keep an eye out for zombies, on-top of protecting his back side from these cut throats, this was not going to be a pleasurable adventure. "your worst enemy." he said looking back to them, he was their worst bane. The single man who was in charge of the entire MARINE CORP. was protecting them. "let's get going." Julius stated, looking out onto Thriller Bark from the highest point, and to think they need to journey to the belly of this place. It wasn't going to a pleasant trip, as he spotted dozens of crowds of brain hungry zombies, among other obstacles, the first would be the ladder down.

[Severus Cross]

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[cs=2][style=margin-top:-5px; width:400px; border-left:5px #DC0512 solid; font-size:10px; color:#2ABAD9; text-align:justify; padding-left:10px; padding-bottom:10px; padding-top:10px; margin-left:40px; font-family:tahoma;] Oh god, yes. Sleep. Finally. Some well deserved, honest to god sleep. While everyone else was awake by now, the pirate was busy sleeping his ass off in the ultimate act of laziness. There was a freaking Zombie Apocalypse going on at the very moment and all Severus wanted to do was sleep. Sure, he could blame the cap’n for overworking him but he knew that was all for shit. Severus liked to sleep and hell would break loose if he was woken up without sufficient reason. It would be with some sort of reason to assume that the sleeping pirate would have slept silently so as to avoid detection, but the damned bugger was snoring as if he owned the fucking world. And what was he dreaming about? Glory perhaps? Maybe power? No, the sleeping pirate was dreaming about sleeping. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he was that bloody lazy. [/style] [style=font-family:georgia; font-size:8px; color:#DC0512; text-align:center;]created by shiki[/style] [style=font-family:georgia; font-size:8px; color:#2abad9; text-align:center;]@ ote[/style]

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[Eleanor Beaurmont]

Eleanor observed the situation. First, in the room, they had a guy named Crimson. He said he liked bashing people. Hm, looks like he was pretty vague on what he can do. OH well, time will reveal what he can do. Next was..what in the freaking name of Neptune?!? A Fleet Admiral? Well, shit. This was bad.
If it wasn't for the Zombies, she will probably be dead. Even worse, she heard someone snoozing. She turned around and glanced at the guy on the floor snoozing. A frown appeared on her delicate features.

She took up a stick and rapidly poked the guy in the side with a stick. Even if this guy was good looking not that she would admit it anytime soon. she couoldn't see why this guy was so lazy that he didn't pay attention to the zombie madness around them. "Oyo! Wakey Wakey!" Eleanor said in her cripsy yet opera singer toned voice "Time to wake up and get moving!" With that she glanced around the room nervously.

"I have a bad feeling...Like those zombies are coming up soon. So wake up. NOW." Eleanor said in a hushed tone. She then glanced around. She did not want to carry that sleeping guy like she did for Crimson. I mean, sure she don't want to leave people behind, but being eaten by zombies is more worrisome and troublesome.

[ADMINSAUR AARON]

The surviour of e3 used their time to begin crossing the ship, idly standing in the room they began in, a young female with a logia, a captain of the pirate world, the leader of the MARINES, and another pirate, sleeping his troubles away. The MARINE had made the correct choice in leaving the room, as suddenly its contents began to give away, the ceiling above them cracked and tore apart under the weight of the zombie above, the massive creature falling right beside the female and sleeping beauty. The massive zombie gargled for a moment, before its body twisted and tore apart, its insides exploding across the contents of the room. Completely covering the the pirates, and part of the admiral's back. With the intoxicating scent, the undead went balastic, their rage and strength nearly doubling as they tore through the surrounding walls of the building, their was at-least seventy five of them charging in from all angles. This ooze also had a stick characteristic, making those having to move in it move slower from it.

[CRIMSON CERVELLO]

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[Severus Cross]

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[style=font-family:georgia; font-size:40px; letter-spacing:-3px; color:#2ABAD9; margin-left:-5px; margin-bottom:55px; margin-top:-20px;]LeT's KiLL ToNiGHT![/style] [style=background-color:#DC0512; color:#2ABAD9; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center; padding-top:5px; padding-bottom:5px; margin-left:-25px; margin-top:-50px;]SHOW THEM ALL YOU'RE NOT THE ORDINARY TYPE[/style] [style=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; color:#2ABAD9; border-bottom:5px #DC0512 solid; margin-bottom:-40px; margin-left:-65px; margin-top:25px; text-align:center;]246 words tag open/aaron kick ass![/style]

[cs=2][style=margin-top:-5px; width:400px; border-left:5px #DC0512 solid; font-size:10px; color:#2ABAD9; text-align:justify; padding-left:10px; padding-bottom:10px; padding-top:10px; margin-left:40px; font-family:tahoma;] What the hell were you supposed to do with a captain that used you as a damn human shield? Severus sighed as he woke up, splattered all over with zombie guts. This was going to be annoying to remove from his clothes. He didn't bother glaring at the man he had accepted as captain, that didn't suit him. He wasn't surprised and this certainly wasn't the first time his body had been utilized as a shield. At this point, he was just used to it. Standing on his own two feet, Severus passed his right hand through his hair, trying to fix it up even if just a little bit. The minute his eyes had opened he had begun to analyze and scan the room. While the young lady may not have noticed, he was sure the other two men in the room would. He was almost robotic in his collection of data. Once he was finished, he released a slow smirk, "Analyzation Complete. Data Collected." He walked over to the source of the explosion and frowned. Where were his weapons? He closed his eyes for a second as he recalled the data he had just collected. If his analyzation had been correct, there was only one place his weapons could have been stored. Retracing his steps back to where he had lain down, he kicked beneath him, shatter the wood and revealing a simple weapon. One Naginata. That was all he would need. He bent down and picked up the weapon as the zombies began to flood the room. Oh, this was going to be fun. "We'd be happy to have you, Admiral." [/style] [style=font-family:georgia; font-size:8px; color:#DC0512; text-align:center;]created by shiki[/style] [style=font-family:georgia; font-size:8px; color:#2abad9; text-align:center;]@ ote[/style]

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[Eleanor Beaurmont]

Eleanor managed to move away before the zombie fell from the celling. She frowned as the nasty intoxicating smell began to fill the room. She glared at the zombie. She made no move cover her nose from that terrible oder. "Ugh, this guy needs to be melted and quick." Eleanor sighed as she ran her hands through her hair.

She blinked as it gargled a loud noise. Then..exploded. She quickly ducked behind a crate. It was a store room and luckily, there was shelter. She raised an eyebrow at Crimson using his crewmate as a human shield. "Well, that is one way of dodging zombie guts and spray.." Eleanor grumbled as she glanced around for a few moments.

"We should get going...I mean, there might more of those zombies." Eleanor said in a mumbled, she dusted herself and made her way to the door, avoiding the zombie guts she can avoid. "This for once, I think we should follow Mr. Marine's example and get moving."

[JULIUS LYNN KHAYAL]

The undead creature fell from the ceiling, the reflexes of the female were impressive as she ducked behind a create to avoid the creature. The Captain didn't appear as agile as he used his comrade as a barrier as the creature sloppy began to churn. Julius swept down low, and followed the path the female had created behind the crate. As the creature exploded, a nasty goo covered the room, the create they hid behind taking a large hit from the substance, and splashing a bit more at the crumbling wall behind them. The Captain of the pirate crew didn't seem to care about the acidic goo that touched what appeared to be his first mate, or something of value. As he stood up, speaking his first words in a tone that sounded like those of the pacifista. Was this man a cyborg, the odds would be in their favor if he was one, the increased strength and speed.

Though that didn't change the obvious, they were surrounded by nearly a hundred zombies and only the cyborg took any action, arming himself with a blade weapon he discovered from the floor beneath his feet. When Crimson looked over to Julius and asked him in complete retardation, almost awe struck and dumbfounded the Fleet Admiral looked at Crimson. Though his attention was brought to a pair of husks standing in-front of him and the female. Lifting up his right leg, he put his boot through the face of one, and his left left through the chest of the other. The simple undead beasts dying from the strength of his kicks as he stood up. The cyborg confirming his captains word as they offered a warm seat to him, he shook his head, drawing his pistol in the other hand. The room they stood in, was going to be over run, there was no point in staying in there any longer.

Opening the door with his foot, the bolts and nails screamed as the metal door came down on the crowd of undead. Blood and limbs spread from the door, as the horde backed away for a moment, the Admiral smirked. Within the weapon storage room they had woken up in the man had found a fun toy, removing the pin from the grenade as he tossed it far into the crowd. The creatures starring at it, like children with a new toy before it the shrapnel ripped them into ribbons, their path clear now as they spread away from Julius. The young man signaling back to Crimson and his crew, he couldn't trust them, but they seemed to enjoy his company, for now he'd protect them. "you wont get a bounty by just sitting their, lets MOVE." he said sheathing his rapier and holstering his pistol. Julius had bought them some time to cross the deck of the ship. Ignoring any idiotic questions that Crimson would approach him with as well, the leader of the MARINES going rouge for a lesser pirate crew. They knew nothing about him, otherwise they would know his answer.

[ADMINSAUR AARON]

The pirate crew and the marine leader were more then enough to tear apart the crowd of undead, though camera watched the group begin their departure to the other side of the ship, a cloaked figure in a room unknown clasping his hands. it was time to test these mortals, pressing a button, loudspeakers on the ground, on buildings and on towers crackled. A muffled voice rang out, before being able to hear it. "impressive job Serenta thugs and dog of the state, let's see how well you fair against these new breeds." the voice of the loudspeaker cut out, as new dark groans and moans began to surround the party. With a sudden thud a huge beast landed before then, at least fifteen feet tall and ten feet wide. The creature howled at the party, when the loudspeaker came back on, "by the way kiddies, its bullet resistant, and it enjoys eating humans." before cutting out once more.