Zones (Apocalyptic Roleplay)

((Name: Jezwren Laurince
Gender: female
Age: 21
Looks: She seems to think she's a bird, constantly wearing feathers in her hair and anywhere else she can put them, including her shoes. She wears feather earrings too.. And a feather headband (like an indian one ) She has brunette hair and odd, lime green eyes.
Personality: Cocky, odd, but very kind and considerate towards others. She is very strong-willed and stubborn
Zone: 3, but she never seems to be there.
Other: has night vision, due to a surgery she had done once (it was partly an experiment)

[but no, she does not smoke a pipe ._. ]))

((Approved))

Carissa: *drops down behind the stranger holding her blade* I told you my name is Carissa!

Walker: she did, I was there

Jezwren: *pads silently along the alleys in Zone 1, her breath foggy on the still air. She frowned to herself as she paused, cocking an ear curiously as sounds met her ear*

Carissa: *holds her blade by her side and continues to stand behind walker her weapon drawn but concealed..*

Ransom: or maybe you just look funny when I bother you.

Carissa: hmm.... I wonder how much you'll like how I look when I stand over your dead body? *smiles sweetly but her eyes look deadly*

Ransom: *blows a kiss, metal spikes still protruding from her drilled knuckles* I look forward to seeing you try. *turns to Walker* so what brings you out tonight?

((Eeep i'm missing so much! Sorry!))
Qwyn: *smirks at all the hostility as she leans against the cold alley wall*

Carissa: *contemplates wether on not to jab her dagger into the back of walker's neck*
((She doesn't trust people and she kills if someone is a threat))

Ransom: *sees the fury pooling in Carissa's eyes* I don't trust him either. *turns to Walker* why should we not kill you?

Qwyn: Oh what the heck, I'll join the bandwagon! I don't trust him either!

Walker: Hey, what's with the hostile motions here what have I done haha. Anyways I'm here just livin' ya know? I move from zone to zone yearly, and now I'm here, any problems with that?

Ransom: *is still uncomfortable* I suppose not...

Neko passes by Jezwen, now free of the unconscious bodies, he waves at her as he passes by.

Ransom: curfew is going to be soon. We should probably all clear the area now.

Qwyn: *shifts uncomfortably* oh yea... Curfew... Got any recommendations on where to stay out'a sight?

Ransom: just stay at my place for the night. I sleep at the mine worker apartments. There should be room for about three people.

Qwyn: Really? Thanks! Man, you are some good people. I'm Qwyn by the way! What are your names?

Ransom: I'm Ransom. So, anyone else need a place to stay? I may not know you very well but I don't want you to be caught out after curfew... *shudders slightly* the consequences aren't worth holding you against a few petty differences.

Walker: I'm Walker, and if you don't think you can make it there in time my rooms pretty much empty and it's right up there

Ransom: you can stay if you feel safer here, Qwyn.

Qwyn: I'm good wherever! *she smiles*

Ransom: I should probably go now.