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Outofcharacter. Ayeeee. So I haven't been on Zoey for a while, sorry about that. If you need me catch me at  --

my main or secondary

because honestly Zoey is just someone I get on when I feel like being a lil' shit. Pfft. So feel free to follow Ada or Rick.

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meme: similarities & differences

↳tagged by: that-biker-with-the-vest

remember to repost rather than reblog, and tag 10 people of your own.

similarities 

We're both anti-social chicks loving zombie flicks

We cuss like sailors

We try to be the badass of the group

We both hate school

differences 

Zoey gets along with her dad, yeah no mun does not.

Zoey has green eyes, I have hazel ( grey-blue ) eyes.

She likes lizards and I'm like nah -- caaats.

tagging: leon-s--kennedy , humanityshope , ihateyourvest , crownofsmiles , wildhund

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Her smile falters, seriously? Was he asking her to buy him a drink now? Hands drop to her hips and a sneering glance is shot his way.       "Dude, you're out of your mind if you think I'm buying you a drink!        I'll just uhh --        apologize that your girlish figure couldn't handle a punch        from a chick two times smaller than you.        Sorry. For. Your. Girlish. Figure." Yes, she's totally being a major bitch right now. Zoey's not the type to apologize for the things she does, mostly because she has this s a s s y little back of her mind attitude that she's gotta' be Ms. Cool all the time.

                                 “So? Haven’t you ever heard,                                little things can pack a big punch?”

His pout  only deepens, arms folding over his chest. He was NOT a drama queen. Just…a little dramatic sometimes.

"Fine, then the only         consolation I will accept                 is a drink. Which you’ll                                     have to pay for.”

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      "How the Hell was I supposed to know?!        You're out here snooping around my camp in the middle of the night --        And you don't EXPECT to be shot at?" That mostly apologetic tone switched pretty fucking quick when she realized he was perfectly f i n e . Pistol is held firmly in her grip, she isn't aiming it at him now. He should be grateful of that, because she doesn't like strangers these days. They get you killed. Emerald hues narrow at him.        "You were probably trying to loot my shit, anyway."

                  what the motherfucking shit was that?                   a guy can’t walk around in questionable shady parts of a city without                   getting a new hole just because some trigger-happy fuck decided to                   sharpen their shooting skills?

                                    which ——- ow.

                  righteous indignation fills up to the brim like boiling water. pissed off                   barely covers it. if he could —- and he might —- he’ll return the favor                   with one of his own bullets.

     ” dude ; the fuck ?!        fuckin’ shit, do i look like a fuckin’ zombie to you? ”

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      "I gambled all the time in college --        my roommate was perfect bait to trick people into thinking we both sucked." Zoey can't help but chuckle to the thought, everyone always thought she was some dumb clueless girl, til they got to know her.       "I was mostly into texas hold 'em and five card stud.        Can't tell you how many times I pissed off some dumb drunks --        by taking their money."

She counts up her own cards, 17. Go figure, 6 and 7. Who the Hell dealt this hand anyway -- oh.       "Here ya' go, hotshot." She mentions sliding a card across the table to him. She's just gonna' go ahead and stick with what she's got. She knows better than to hit on 17, also, wasn't there some dumb rule that dealers always stayed on 17?       "Well it's not like there much to do now anyway.        We'll take a supply run later, right?"

"Yep. Twenty-one. My mom’s ol’ boyfriend taught me way back when I was a kid, ‘n’ back when he was addicted to them gamblin’ shows on TV. Always said he wanted t’ go sign up ‘n’ be on one — come home with lots’a money from winnin, ‘n’ shit — but she didn’t approve’a him gamblin’ with her money.”

He snickers fondly at the memory while glancing at the cards dealt to him. Six up, seven down — lips press firm and he forgets his poker face for a moment to nod.

"So? We gotta kill time somehow; don’t know what they’d expect us t’ be doin’ otherwise.”      Then two fingers lightly tap his cards. “Hit me.”

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      "I've uh -- I've got matches?        Will those help?"

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"Because -- I'm Zoey, and that's what I do." She says smugly with a smug expression as she catches that paper like a pro. Zoey's just going to grin at him now. "I majored in Ninjaism -- minored in badassery."

     ”Goddamnit, Zoey. Why do you always gotta make everything so difficult? Don’t be rude and flick paper footballs at people.” Jake made a face and chunked the paper back at her. “And damnit that did hurt. Who the hell taught you how to flick those things? They are like ninja stars.”

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Zoey snickers for a moment continuing to shuffle the deck through his words. She totally caught that slip up.

Emerald hues focus on the backs of the cards for a moment.       "Blackjack, hm? Haven't played that since I was like... 11.        My dad taught me -- since we didn't have cable,        so we always played card games and board games.        Gotta' get as close to 21 without going over, right?" It wasn't a sad memory, actually it made her feel all the more content as she dealt out one up and one down to them each.       "You know,        we're gonna' get yelled at when everyone realizes we're slacking,        right?" But there's a devilish grin she picks up to the thought. They were safe for now, anyway. Better here playing cards than out listening to the gang bicker. They'd been on a roll lately.

There’s a flash of something — almost like a pout — that comes across Ellis’s face as the deck is ripped away from him. It changes once he realizes how stupid he probably looks.

“My game? Well, uh. Uh—” Don’t say go fish, slick. That’s for kids.      “—I c’n play a mean Blackjack, y’know.”

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I'm sorry, that piece of paper must've hurt like a bitch -- but Jake. JAKE. JACOBY. I'll give you w h a t e v e r tone of face I want to. Because, I do what I want.

don’t give me that tone of face. What you flickin stuff at me for? Gosh.

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      "I'll be sure to let him know --        IF he even notices they're missing,        that they were donated to a good cause."

Tiniest smirk pulls onto the woman's features as she slips the box from his fingers.       "... Hmm, so what's your game, Ellis?" Inquired as she shuffles and bridges the cards. Hey give her some credit, she might've done a little bit of hustling back in college. Occasionally.

"Naw. Naw I— …wait. Hold on a minute." Tongue brushing his lips, Ellis reaches into his uniform — procuring a small box.

     “Well, whaddya know!       I reckon Nick ain’t gonna be too pleased he never got ‘is cards back.”

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      " -- You got a deck of cards?"

"Then kick off yer shoes, girl! Stay a little while!                                              We ain’t in no rush.”

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15 Associations.

1. Animal — Chupacabra 2. Color — Navy blue 3. Month —  December 4. Song — Marry for the money, AC/DC 5. Number — 12, 9, 16 6. Day or Night — Night. 7. Plant — Lilly pad 8. Smell — New baby 9. Periodic Element — / flunked chem. 10. Season — Fall. 11. Place — 7/11 12. Food — Calzone 13. Astrological Sign — Aries 14. Element(s) — Fire. 15. Drink — Slurpee.

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      "I don't want to get up --"

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{ devxl }

      "Shit shit SHIT!        I am SO sorry, are you --        are you alright?" Yes okay, she's freaking out, she swore to God he was a zombie, the bullet just grazed his shoulder. Thank fuck for that, she's not getting any closer, still a tad unsure if he's trustworthy, but let's just watch the guilt consume her right now.       "Jesus Christ, man --        I thought you were a zombie!"

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Name: Zoey Abigail Masters Age: 20 - 25 Height: 5'7" Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Dark brown / brunette. Sexual Orientation: Bi-Curious Species: Human Nationality: American Positive Weaknesses (like tickling or cuddling): Kindness, major cuddle bug (but she denies it forever!), horror flicks. Allergies: -- Fears: The undead, losing anyone, big dogs.

How sickly they are: Considering how things are now -- she's pretty damn healthy, but Zoey's never been one to get sick often anyway. A cold here and there. How often do they hurt themselves: She's been known to fall up stairs, and down, and occasionally lose her balance on flat ground. Shut up about it. I: Relationship Status: Single.

Introduce your muse!

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      "That sucks." She mutters, holding herself up on her elbows. Then again, Zoey never expected anyone to have much of anything these days. Unless it was hunted, foraged, or locked up? It was looted, used, and likely gone within a split second. Head shakes, long brown locks being tugged up into a pony tail, should've had her hair up earlier, might've prevented some of this mess, regardless the band is stretched and her hair goes up, a little blood shows on her fingers and she sighs to the sight. The woman remains sat on the gravel a tad longer.

      "Uhhh.        I think I'll be alright, anyway..." She mumbles rather quietly, tongue swirling within her cheeks, a loose tooth. Even better. It takes a few more moments for her to regain the strength and soon she's on her feet, stumbling before catching her balance, emerald eyes taking a glance over the stranger.       "Damn smokers, anyway.        I swear they enjoy this shit. They don't even want to kill us,        just torture us like a kid with a magnifying glass --        burning up ants."  Zoey collects her gun from the ground and counts 5 more rounds. Lucky there was even that much left.       ".... So thanks for not you know,        being a douchebag.        My name's Zoey, you?"

     The way the woman was looking at him before she opened her mouth to speak was a little odd. He was no savior or some hero that wanted the glory. When she opened her mouth though Jake couldn’t help but chuckle. There was no denying that she was a tough one and one that was going to give him a run for his money. Jacoby wasn’t sure whether he wanted to know what went on or how she ended up on her back, but yet her assailant was dead as a doornail. It must have been interesting to say the least.       Scooting back to give her a little space Jake said, “Don’t worry. I am not sure anyone would believe me if I did. And you’re right. That didn’t make much sense, but I will let it slide since you seemed to have hit your head pretty hard. Are you okay?” 

    Jake stood up and looked at his surroundings. It was fairly quiet and he thought they might have some time to stay for a moment or two. At least long enough so she could regain her bearings and her sense. “I wish I did. I could use some myself. Been a rough day and then I found you, which made me realize my day wasn’t so bad.” 

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      "C'mon it won't be that bad.        I mean this place is pretty secure 'n all --        how'd you mess it up anyway?"

"Great. So what you’re saying, is that now all I can do is just sit around and do nothing?"