Apocalyptic: Let the Games Begin {R/M}

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azula {snake eyes} do

Silence, that buzzing noise that drums in your ears waiting to be re-enforced with sounds around you. But it never comes, knowing that the world itself was at sake, flesh eating monsters of people who were once human are no more than a mere target to the non-infected. There may only be few humans out there, and one named Azula Do is one of them, known for the name of "Snake Eyes" for her cunning and stealthy ways. She is a legend of all legends, it is told that she could end your life with just looking at you, that's how quick she was at attacking. Though, there will come a day when someone will need her, and she will rebel against them. Not liking to be used for personal games, yet the end of the world was upon her very shoulders and she had to reckon with it.

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Dead silence, eye lids flickering, flushing consciousness away the black haired girl came to her senses. Parted lips, she scanned around her, noticing she was sprawled out, naked in a bathtub with the shower curtain over top of her. Gaping once, she was confused at what was going on though her actions reacted as though she did. Stroking the back of her neck that ached terribly, resuming on with her thoughts of confusion she arose a bit to gaze about the room. Mouth half open in startled rasps, covering her breasts with her arms she tried to stand. Though it seemed as if she couldn't stand, not being able to move her legs. But that didn't stop her, she crawled some to the edge of the sink, reaching up to brace herself. She slowly but surely took balance on her feet, a little wobbly but wasn't bad enough to where she couldn't resume on to the next room. Before turning to leave, she caught sight of a mirror. Wondering how she looked, a natural instinct was to wash away the mist that clung tight to fog up the glass. The watery surface made her hand become moist, making her cringe yet Azula couldn't take her eyes off her face. She looked like that of an angel, and she didn't know why or how. Touching the glass mirror with one index finger, she breathed in softly, scanning down her shoulder blade. Seeing a purple scar on her arm, she traced her finger over it. Feeling the lump, though winced just a inch at the slight pain that came to her as she pressed down on the mark.
Letting it go, she finally rotated to disappear into the doorway of the bedroom. Coming across an apron she approached it, taking it off a hanger and wrapping it around her curvy body. Glancing up, Azula gathered in the surrounding area. Caramel, chestnut eyes glistened brightly at the sight of a red velvet dress laying on a bed. Slipping it on quickly, the girl didn't waste time to escape from the hushed room into a hallway. Eye bleeding light about blinding her with its striking rays of sunshine, putting her hand up instantly to avoid melting her orbs out of their sockets she motioned her way down the hall.
Coming across something familiar that seemed to be a picture of her and a man, possibly her husband for she had a white dress on and he wore a black suit and tie. Eyes becoming wide, the girl holds it up a little, reflection casting from behind her. A flash of white glinted in the glass, making Azula snap her head around to face the other way. Placing the picture back down on the table in front of her, she quietly and cautiously wandered toward a statue where she had saw the figure.
Opening a door that led into a single room aligned with prisms of glass mirrors. Not hesitating she walked up to one, placing a hand on it, and not a second later, flash backs played in her mind. Understanding now what had happened, though some questions still needed to be answered. All of a sudden the lights dimmed, and a cyan blue ray formed at the root of the door on the other side of Azula, whirling around she noticed it racing towards her. Gasping, the girl took one leap upward, grasping handlebars above to pull herself up from being sliced open from the ray. As it passed she dropped back down, a path of red was clipped from the dress and this made her eye brows narrow.
Another ray came, this time in diamonds shapes, making it harder for her to dare duck or leap. Though Azula wasn't stupid, and she jumped up again. Just inches from her leg being trimmed off, though the very bottom of her boot had been shredded just as she climbed into the safe haven of an air conductor. Trailing through the tube, she found a room below her and tore a air vent out of place to drop down in and slowly rise to stand before bolting off into a direction. Signs were listed on the walls, one saying "Exit to Main Street" and Azula knew that there was a way out. Pressing herself to the corner of a wall, she motioned her face just a tad to look down the hall. To her conclusion this was some kind of hospital. Turning the corner, she grabbed a bed and rolled it down the hall, pushing against it. Getting faster, she bit her lip 'bout ready to leap on top of the bed until metal clashed with metal. Snapping the bed into, her hands covering her mouth from screaming she stared at the gap in the floor. Sighing heavily, Azula stepped off the wall and not but a few milla meters from a red and white target that was embedded in the tile, some kind of gun blasted out of the center. Shooting at her violently, and succeeding. Her body jerked backwards, hands were immediately holding her stomach. Lips parted in rasps of pain as she glared down at the wound in her belly. Falling to the floor, her breaths quickening until they stopped and she went limp.
Seconds later, suited men came up, one taking off his helmet and revealing his face. " Feed her to the biters." The other two men nodded and obeyed the orders that were given to them. Picking Azula up and carrying her off. They tossed her out in the desert, hoping to feed her to the biters. Though, that wouldn't work for Azula. As the men left, she re-fluttered her eyes open, the stomach wound she had received vanished and she rolled over and tumbled down the sandy hill...

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The loud motor of the bike roared down the road, edging towards a building on the outskirts of 'Salt Lake City'. Azula parked her bike just outside of the place, hitching it there she hopped off and made her way inside. Darkness swallowing her up whole. Writing were painted on the walls with blood, and everything was trashed. The belt loop that clung to her shorts with guns equipped to the side of the belt that wrapped around her thigh. Two twin swords sheathed on her lower back with her cut off shirt. hearing something in the dense shadows, she pulled a gun from it's holster, cocking it back and putting her finger on the trigger. Slowly making her way around the building, she came across a crying women who was holding a baby in her arms. Still pointing the gun at the lady until she spoke, " Please help my baby." Azula narrowed her eyes, not really the one to trust people though being stupid she lowered her gun. Yet, just as she did, taking the baby in her arms, but it wasn't a baby as she uncovered the blanket. Glancing back up at the women, she noticed that she had a smirk on her face. Knowing this was bad already, Azula tried to turn and run but it was too late, someone had already grabbed her from behind and brought her close to them, making her drop the baby doll on the ground. Guns were pointed at her, and she let out a sneer, glaring at the lady who had tricked her. " You dropped my baby." Was all the lady said as she chuckled.
Azula could tell that the one that grabbed her was a male, hinting the grip of his hand. She struggled to get loose as they took her to a basement. Roughly she was brought down onto a table, gasping for air she felt someone rub up against her ass. Snarling in defense she jerked around until the girl was flipped around to face a rather attractive guy. Yet, she didn't like the tone in his voice as he spoke, motioning his knife down her side and thigh, trying to unstrap her belt. " Let's see what's under there." Meeting his gaze as he looked back up at her, Azula had an emotionless look on her face. " I wouldn't do that."

OOC;;
Obviously you will be the guy she who is trying to rape her, though it will end up badly that is the guy you are playing. Please a picture would be great if you do reply, yet I want at least 3 paragraphs per post. Do be advanced, thank you!

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Bump? Really lookin' forward to rpin her.

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Bumppp

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It would be nice if someone relpied!!!!

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You mind the style of the picture of the guy?

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No not really, but in his late 20's and hot But other than that, nahhh..

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Kk...sorry this is taking so long.

Sam tipped his hat off his head, snoozing but not quite asleep. No one had made any noises, or warned of an attack. So he thought he would just sleep it off. Extending his legs to the rail of the second-story patio, he cracked open his right eye. He was on a flimsy green lawn chair; he was surprised it could even hold his weight. As his eyes squinted to the bright morning light, he saw something approaching the house he was in. He jumped forward, straightening up as he grabbed his rifle that was leaning up against the railing. The lawn chair buckled underneath him, finally broken.
It only took him seconds to align his shots as he aimed for the head. He saw a few more, but didn't worry over them. Unless the guards were more tired then he was, they would see it. He put weight on the trigger, steadying his breath to get a more accurate shot. He could hear rustling, probably from the porch below. He pulled the trigger, tightening his grip as his rifle recoiled. The already bloody-zombie tumbled, it's legs becoming wobbly. Then it feel face first. It twitched for a bit. He kept his aim on it's head, ready for another shot. He heard bullets from below and noticed that the remaining zombies had almost reached the crooked fence they hastily built. Making sure they could hear him laugh, he leaned on the metal railing and watched them shoot at the zombies. Sure there could always be the trouble of them actually knocking down the fence, but he wouldn't be in too much danger.

A man cursed below him, while two more guns fired. The remaining zombies went down after that. "Sam!!" Someone screamed his name from below, and he turned around. The old man's footsteps could be heard from his spot. "What the hell was that!?" The man yelled at him, walking through the screen door. He had bashed the glass on that thing long before they cared about zombies coming in the night. "Raise the alarm next time before you make them shit their pants!" The man turned and walked away, already knowing how he dealt with being scolded. He had turned his back to the man, and slowly whistled. Straightening his back he yawned loudly. The zombies had almost pushed down the shitty fence they built, but it needed to be fixed anyway. "Well now we had to redo a post." He answered out loud. His thick boots were surprisingly loud on the cheap tile that was on the floors. It was supposed to be fall in a few days, but it felt about 90 degrees Fahrenheit. As he quickly jumped down the stairs, he jogged out the front door. Somebody cursed after him, and he turned his head around, but kept walking. "If you sleep you at least gotta hear a gunshot." He exclaimed as he made his way from the house, walking about 40 feet until he stopped to pick up one of the wooden posts. He turned around to see if anyone was going to help him, rolling his eyes as they didn't move.

Later that evening a heavy truck came to pick them up, driving down one of the more populated highways. And by populated, it meant less cars on the road and no human zombies. He did see one of those hell hounds sniffing through the cars. He didn't like to look at them as they passed by, and if the dog was hungry enough, they tried to keep up with the speeding vehicle. His face was pressed against the window, as was his body. They had already loaded up the back of the truck with as many men as they could. They were sweaty, smelly, and were armed to the teeth. He didn't like the fact that he pissed off many of the boys in the back, so he just sat by the window seat. He was debating if where he was now was better then the back. He had AC at least, but then got a whiff of the guy next to him. At least they put the correct number of people in the car. He occasionally brushed legs with the dude next to him. He pressed himself as much as he could to the door, watching as they passed some of those dogs. He stared as a huge pack of them were brutally ripping the flesh. He thought that it looked like the chest of a human. He sighed as he looked for something else to watch. He looked at the woods beyond the highway, it reminding him that they still had plenty of a ways to go. He'd never really been to a really suburban place before, mostly sticking to the rural side. He narrowed his eyes as he thought he saw a tall bear in the woods, standing on it's hind legs. His muscles ached, but they were recovering from the work he did.

A few hours later they had made it to a check-point, and he stared at the buildings, numb. He had to be careful when he road to a car, and he knew that looking at things outside his windows was going to make him nauseous. He kept on anyway, causing him to roll down the window to throw up down the side of the car. As he miserably rolled his head, the car came to a stop. He looked around and saw what looked like a littered street. Jumping out quickly, the men on the back jumped off. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and leaned on the car, taking in his surroundings. It was cooling off, but he was still sweaty. The ride had taken up most of the day, he noticed. He wiped his forehead with his hand as he could hear a man talking, though the words passed through him. There was a shady looking house in front of the truck, and he saw people spreading out. He had no idea what to do, but instead of asking anything, he just went towards the house. Jogging, he tried to open one of the side doors, but it felt blocked. Backing up a few spaces, he rammed into it with his shoulder.
Something feel on the ground with a loud thump. Someone cursed, and the blockage wasn't there anymore. Opening it, he found himself looking at a guy shuffling around. The man was surprised, but didn't say anything. Looking around the hallway, he heard a sound coming from below. "I have no idea what I'm doing." He muttered to himself, while he could see these men taking a girl down. "Hey you!" One of them called to him, pretty much dragging the girl by her ankles. "Take her down into the basement." He put one of her shoulders on his elbows, and he gritted his teeth. He picked the girl off the floor and into his arms as he carefully walked down the dark stairway. He could feel the difference in temperature on his skin. He also noticed how the girl felt under his hands, and against his chest. Laying on the table, a smile appeared on his lips as he thought of how isolated they were. His crotch rubbed up against her as he leaned forward to grip her wrists. He was surprised when he found that the girl was conscious. He let her flip around to face him, knowing that the dim light allowed her to see his face. He had got up on the table and put her knee on her knees, pressing down with most of his weight. He stared into her eyes, looking for an expression. He ignored how her face was empty as she spoke, and pulled her arms over her head, leaving his one hand frozen on her belt.

What a original name lol. I'll post a pic of him later since I don't have much time.

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azula {snake eyes} do

{Azula's Speech}
{Sam's Speech}

Struggling from the guys grip on her waist she glared at him with hatred, not liking how he was trying to explore her body. Making her tense up with caution. People who touched her the wrong way got their hand chopped off, but this time she just let him for a couple of moments though. As his hand was implanted to her belt loop, and he rested his knees on hers, half shivering from his touch. A sensation over came her, making her hands race down his chest until she reached the buckle on his pants. Looking back up at him, biting her lip sexily just before she pulled his pants straight down until they touched ankles. Shooting back up to face him, she pushed him away to upper kick him in the jaw. Right as she was about to someone brought her back down upon the table again, pinning her there. The women snarled in my ear, " Put her in the arena, let the hounds get her."

Refusing to stand up, Azula stretched her arm out from ones grasp to grab her weapons but failed. Narrowing her eyes, being shoved down into a hole in the basement and landing on her feet. Grunting as she landed, the girl slowly stood up. Noticing rapid hounds snapping their jaws at the steel cages they were concealed in. The flesh on them was rotten and it smelled of death. Wrinkling her nose at the strench, her head rotated upward to hear the crackling chuckle of the people above. A rattling chain sounded, widening her electrfying blue orbs to notice that one cage was opening. Backing up a tad from the hound that leaped out, gaping Azula took off. The beast snapping at her heels as she ran from it, seconds weren't wasted as she ran up the side of a wall and did a backflip over the hound. Landing inches away from it, the beast yelped and tustled around in boxes until falling off the edge of an elevator shaft. Azula glanced back up at the people and they cursed, releasing three more. The girl darted towards a screw driver and took it in the palm of her hand. Turning just in time to stab one in the head. Gaze shifting to notice another coming at her. The two barreled into each other, being pinned down my the massive paws on the beast, its jaws colliding angerily with each bite it tried to take from her face. Not letting the thing touch her she brought her legs up to her chest, gathering in her strength, eyeing the dog before flinging the thing off her with her hind legs. She flipped back up to stand on her feet, the last one bolted after Azula, deciding to run make a quick break up into the hole. And the girl succeeded, reaching out to grip the women and a guys hand to drop them down below. Pulling the rod that released all the rest of the hounds. The girl watched as they all got torn apart, just as she whirled around to leave Azula saw the guy who tried to rape her. A grin sprouted on her face and she walked up to him. " Lets see if you can get out of a burning building." Looking up to the ceiling she struck a match, glaring at the orange flame then tossing it in front of the guy but not harming him. Not hesitating she dashed out of the basement and out of the darkness of the building.

Azula stopped running and started jogging slowly to see her bike gone, narrowed eyes she groaned. Searching around for something, then seeing a black horse hitched to a post. Smiling, remembering the days of her childhood when she used to have horses. As the girl came closer to the massive hooved beast, she stuck her hand out. Trying to gain its respect and trust. Luckily, the stallion came to her first, bringing his snout into her hand. She slowly motioned her way to his side, mounting his back and sitting up straight. She grasped his mane, tugging him to one side then kicking his sides. The horse snorted and thundered down the valley.

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