Introduce Yourself!

From My RP "You and Me."

The sun's light cascaded down onto the earth below and shwon through the various cracks through the orange and red leaves of the trees. The leaves had begun to fall, nearly all of the trees were bare, due to the oncoming cold weather. Winter was coming and probably relatively quicker than Arthur had anticipated. Even though it was in the late afternoon, it still felt about 53° outside. A puff of white air faded into the world around as Arthur exhaled out with each bresth he took. He had been able to find himself a long sleeved button up shirt, beneath it was a long sleeved white shirt, and covering his button up shirt was a heavy, dark brown over coat. He had been forced to changed his old blue jeans for some newer ones due to the old ones having holes in them. Underneath his usual worn, brown boots was a pair of thick, grey, wool socks.

The old man glanced up at the blue sky above him and wiped a band across his brow. Was it strange for a man like him to actually sweat in cold weather? Probably. However, even before the outbreak, Arthur had found a way to sweat even in freezing weather conditions. When he was younger, his mother would often scold him for taking his warm coat off during the day and for good reason--he would catch a cold almost every time he did. Now being older, he had learned how to deal and cope with his unrelenting bodily heat, never took his coat off because of the old memories and it had saved his life in the past from being bitten by the Ophie zombies. A deep sigh came from his lios as he blinked and looked back down in the direction in front of him.

He hadn't rode a horse for quite some time and his ass was way past being sore. Though, he felt relatively comfortable and the muscle memory aided him when they were being attacked. Arthur had been able to steal at least one horse from some small group of scavengers and he made sure to pull Addison onto the horse along for the ride to escape. That had been two days ago. Arthur glanced backwards to check and see if she had fallen alseep or if she was actually still awake. He had made sure to ride nonstop and had decided to finally come to a stop once they reached a nearby house or city.

Arthur thought about the first he had even met Addison, the young woman who had snuck into a place where he has taken refuge for the night and attempted to his shit and he had caught her by grippes her wrist tightly. He had aimed his spare handgun upwards to shoot and kill the unknown their, but stopped befire he pulled the trigger once he made out it was a girl. He had been both pissed and shocked. If she had been any older, he would have followed through with his attack. However, Arthur doesn't kill kids. He could never bring himself to and broke down in tears when he had shot one a few years back. He had made sure not to lose his grip on her as he stood from his knelt position, stuffed his handgun in the back if his pants, and he tied her hands behind her back before she could do any damage to him, if she had wanted to. The next day he awoke and decided to let her go because he coudlnt deal with kids (well, he thought he couldn't, even thought he knew that he had always wanted some of his own). He had basically shoved her towards the door and just as he was about to push her out, a bullet had whizzed past his head. In a rush, he had yanked her backwards and knelt down near the back of the wall after having slammed the door shut. After the battle with their enemy, Arthur had decided that he would keep her around until he found a place to leave her.

That had happened four months ago and he had found the more time he spent with her, especailly in the heat of battle, he needed to protect her. Even though he didn't want to let her go, Arthur had still decided that he would leave the young girl with an old friend he knew had a place hidden out somewhere in the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee. The old man knew that she would be safe there, so long as where ever the place was still being held by that certain individual. Though, he hadn't told Addison any if his plan to leave her. He kept it to himself in the back of his mind. It would still take them a long while until they reached Tennessee since they were on the furthest side of Georgia, even on horseback.

Another sigh came from the old man as he turned to look back towards their destination. There was a large highschool made from red bricks and Arthur was honestly a bit surprised that they hadn't been caught by bandits, or the infected yet. They were probably hidden inside... Arthur knew that he and his young companion would handle whatever was inside...but that didn't mean that he feared for her life whenever they killed unwanted guests. He blinked as he wondered how far they were from the city of Atlanta and Arthur glanced back at Addison. He had given her the map way before they stole the horse.

From My RP "Live On"

Ruth caught the apartment keys with ease and she walked to the door. Sliding the key inside the lock, she turned it and opened the dark colored door before stepping inside. Deciding to leave the door open for Warren, Ruth turned her attention to the area around her. To her immediate right was the kitchen, which had a counter on its left, and as she walked past it, there was the living room. There were some furniture already placed inside, such as tables, chairs, a couch, and a television. As she turned to her right, she walked down a relatively short hallway and walked past a door, which was an extra closet and the laundry room, and entered her bedroom. The bedroom was nearly as big as the living room, a double bed set up in the middle with its end aimed at the door, a closet was to its left, as well as a bedside table, and right across from the end was an oak drawer. To the right of the bed was a window and across the from the the window was the bathroom.

Ruth's eyes stared at the bed for a little too long before she finally forced herself to walk out of the bedroom, shut the door behind her, and she made it back to the living room to hear Warren call after her. The brunette blinked as she reponded, "Oh, yeah. It's perfect."

She stopped beside him and glanced around again as she said, "It'll take me a little while to get settled in. It's been a while since I stayed anywhere...alone," She turned to the man with a risen brow, "but surely it can't be that hard, right?"

(The scene below is a flashback.)

The older male grunted as he was attacked and he gripped his bleeding nose. Meanwhile, Ruth hadn't even registered that her captor had been hit and she remained completely still, only moved when she felt her old partner's hand lightly brush against her cheek. Her eyes met his as she dropped the helmet and lifted her own, gloved hands to lightly grip both sides of Warren's face. Her thumbs rubbed against his ears and her face moved forward to the point where their noses were inches apart. In a split second, her head reared back as her hands tightly gripped his face and she rammed her head onto his forehead.

Her hands had already grabbed his forearm, above the elbow, and underneath his armpit and she threw him over her. Once he landed on the ground, Ruth was already on top of him, had him pinned face-down. Her elbow had placed itself harshly against his neck, her knee was rammed into his back, and she had one of his arms twisted behind his back, above her knee, the threat of breaking his appendage apparent if he dared to move an inch. Her blue-green orbs stared coldly down at him and a snarl lifted the edge of her nose and lips.

Her eyes didn't move when Faze straightened his position and pulled out a handkerchief from a pocket within his coat. As he dabbed the white fabric against his nose, he spoke, "I'll forgive you this one time for your mistake."

He finished cleaning up his nose and placed the hankercheif back within the hidden pocket before he took a few steps towards the downed man. "As you can see, Miss Trueheart has certainly missed you."

Ruth's eyes flicked up to meet his for a second when he said her last name and he chuckled as he walked back towards the stairs. With a wave of his hand, she immediately removed herself from Warren and stood beside Faze, the bottom of her coat fluttered a bit as she moved. The male's fingers brushed down the side of Ruth's face and stopped when they reached her chin, his thumb softly brushed against her lower lip. When he moved his hand away from her, Faze seemed to think a moment as he turned his attention back to Warren.

"You know... I think it would be in the best interest of both of you if I leave you two to catch up." His eyes flicked to Ruth's and a wicked smile had replaced the thin line on his lips.

Don't make me do this.

Please, God, don't let him make me do this..!

As he began to walk up the staircase, Faze spoke up, the smile wiped from existence, "You know what to do, dear." His eyes glanced back to Warren as he reached the top, "Have fun playing. I have work to do."

With that, he disappeared from the view and the opening and closing of a metallic door could be heard.

The woman had her entire self focused on her new target and one if her hands lifted to unbotton the top of her trench coat and she ripped it from her form. As it fluttered to the floor somewhere behind her, she flexed her fingers and reached down towards her thigh. Once the coat was removed, her new, battle attire could be seen. She had on a full, black, leather body suit with thin pieces of bullet proof armor built in and it still fit her form and curves nicely. The suit had a very dark grey line that went in a type of zigzag and boxed pattern up the inner sides of her arms, thighs, butt, and it thinned out when it went up and down the front of her body. Right above her chest and below her collar bones was the device that tormeneted her into doing everything the bastard had forced her to. It glowed a bright orange and to the outsider, it would appear to be just a decorated piece to fit into her outfit. However it was built deeply into her skin and it would take quite a force to remove it.

Ruth's snarl had left and only a cold, calculating glare was left to focus on the bulky man. Her hand pulled out one of the two handguns she had holstered to her hips and she clicked the safety off and aimed it at Warren's head. Not wasting any time, she was firing rounds at him with an almost ungodly speed.