DRUNK AND ALONE | open, joining

[EILEEN J.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 460px; color: black; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height:115%; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px"][font=georgia]It felt weird to call herself Samantha. Sam or Sammy or maybe just a simple S - the possibility were endless. Her new identity was still fresh in the law of things; it was strange on her tongue and sounded obscure aloud, but she liked it enough to stick with it. She had no surname and no middle name, she was only Samantha with the blonde hair, hazel eyes and the constant scowl. Barely reaching 5'3, she stood on the outskirts of the groups territory with her head held high. There was a black backpack on her shoulders and a rifle held in her hands. Despite the lack of sun, her face was hidden behind a pair of large sunglasses. Sams lips were pursed into an unimpressed line, her foot tapping impatiently on the uneven ground through a hiking boot.

Her reasoning's for finding Flintlock Lodge were simple. Instead of looking for a stable home, friends, a lover and a better life, she was here to hide from any of her family members. Sam didn't know how furious they could be with her and she didn't plan on finding out. So that left to hiding for a few years, just to make sure they really was dead, but she hoped they already were.

"Hello?" She eventually snapped, her voice bouncing off the tree's through the thick silence. There was a hint of Canadian in her voice. "Anyone home?"

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& Samantha (real name Anya Hearst)
& 19 years old | Born December 22nd | Capricorn
& Female | Single, not looking | Asexual
& Originally lived in Canada, sometimes speaks with a Canadian accent
& Living in Flintlock Lodge
& Completed bio is HERE
& Choice of weapon: Rifle or a machete

& Sociopathic, reserved, blunt, unbothered, tactical, unloyal, selfish, sly, lacking empathy, self-centered, neutral evil, lone wolf, antisocial, cynical, bitter, bitchy, sailors mouth, impatient, hides behind her weak looking body, cowardly, wolf in sheep's clothing.

& 5'3 | Dyed blonde hair, brown roots showing | Hazel eyes | Hides scars from past abuse underneath clothes | Heavy eye makeup | Looks weak but could do well in a fight
& Wears a once expensive fur coat, sunglasses, leather boots and tight jeans
& Loves jewelry, wears all kinds of necklaces, rings and bracelets, ect
& Adores fashion and tries to keep her presentation flawless
& Faceclaim is Emma Roberts in her role as Madison Montgomery REF

[BRUCE H]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.7pt;"]Bruce had long since gotten used to the name that he chose for himself. It was simple, meaningless, but eventually, it had been turned into bright nicknames and something of a game with most of his friends. They had all learned his real name eventually, but Dick would still call him Winifred at times. Or Winnie. Or Winona, his most recent addition. (But to be honest, these days it's mostly sweet pet names and gentle smiles.) He's not sure if Samantha could ever mean the same thing for this stranger, a joke that becomes personal and kind, but then again, he's not the kind of person to ask about that. The hard questions would be left for people who actually cared, and while Win cares plenty, it's rarely the intimate sort of care. You'll rarely find a best friend in him, and he had never been much of a lover before he'd already fallen in love. So Sam might as well be safe here, her secret ignored entirely by a group that may seem a little callous when you run into them. Maybe that's what she's looking for.

She didn't seem to be much, when Bruce finally weaves through the last few trees close enough to see her clearly. Like with most everyone, it seemed, he towers almost an exact foot above her, but he knows better than to assume physical prowess by size alone. No, it's the sunglasses that do him in, and the coat that reminds him of something his mother's friends would wear before the world ended. An expressionless mouth twists almost imperceptibly towards a smile, more amused than kind. He may look like nothing more than anyone else here, in plain jeans and a shirt just as featureless under a black jacket, but once upon a time that outfit would have fit perfectly in with his family's wealth. Is she as used to it as he was? He wonders if their home was still intact, or if it had fallen to looters. He wonders if he could go back without flinching. Not that that was much of an option anymore.

"Obviously, yes," he finally answers, arctic eyes as cold feeling as their color, and voice equally as sharp as hers, though a great deal quieter. With how vulnerable he feels, unable to hear out of one ear, Win knows that he shouldn't be alone out here, but all he can do now is let his hand linger near the holster on his thigh and tilt his head so that his better ear is in her direction. "What do you want?"

[EILEEN J.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 460px; color: black; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height:115%; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px"][font=georgia]To many, the fur coat and the sunglasses appeared extreme, but to her it was completely ordinary. Samantha had not grown up in a wealthy home and had left when she was thirteen, meaning she had six years experience of living on the road. She had seen all kinds of weird shit -- from good to bad, to insane to eerily human. When she had been seventeen, she broke into a few Hollywood houses and raided their wardrobes, because all those rich bitches were long gone and she needed new shoes. The power may had turned off and survival rates may have plummeted, but Sam's style in clothes stayed consistent. She was one of those girls, unfortunately. 

Her head turned towards the arrival of a young man, supposedly from Flintlock Lodge. Sam had only heard of this mysterious group in the ski lodge, but she had been intrigued and wanted to know more. With her brother possibly hot on her trails, this was the perfect chance to see what all the fuss was about. She appeared uninterested as she positioned her rifle to lean against a nearby tree and taking as much time as possible. It was only until she cleared her throat and took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of hazel eyes, did she finally speak again. "Name's Samantha." Her lips struggled to hide a smile as she said it; God, would she ever get used to it? "I would like to join."

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& Samantha (real name Anya Hearst)
& 19 years old | Born December 22nd | Capricorn
& Female | Single, not looking | Asexual
& Originally lived in Canada, sometimes speaks with a Canadian accent
& Living in Flintlock Lodge
& Completed bio is HERE
& Choice of weapon: Rifle or a machete

& Sociopathic, reserved, blunt, unbothered, tactical, unloyal, selfish, sly, lacking empathy, self-centered, neutral evil, lone wolf, antisocial, cynical, bitter, bitchy, sailors mouth, impatient, hides behind her weak looking body, cowardly, wolf in sheep's clothing.

& 5'3 | Dyed blonde hair, brown roots showing | Hazel eyes | Hides scars from past abuse underneath clothes | Heavy eye makeup | Looks weak but could do well in a fight
& Wears a once expensive fur coat, sunglasses, leather boots and tight jeans
& Loves jewelry, wears all kinds of necklaces, rings and bracelets, ect
& Adores fashion and tries to keep her presentation flawless
& Faceclaim is Emma Roberts in her role as Madison Montgomery REF