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Current Location: Norfolk, VA
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Quote: Come smoke a cigarette and let your hair down
Then pray for the rain to go away
I'm trying to forget I let us both down
Then pray for the sun to come again
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Karlton Webber

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Jan 6 2018, 07:54 PM
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Below him the college grounds spread out, a lattice work of frozen lawns and icy pathways as the Winter sun clawed fruitlessly for purchase in a vein attempt to thaw the grip of deep winter. Karlton watched as a single brave Robin hopped across the churned lawn in search of food to no avail.<br>
This winter would be hard on human and animal alike, it was such a deep winter with such a strong grasp over the Norfolk area that Karlton was quietly concerned about their ability to replenish their food supplies and maintain strong ties to any allies the group may have. He did not pry into all of that, instead he kept to himself quietly on the edge of GND pulling his weight and then some.
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They had taken him and his sister in when they were growing desperate and were exactly what his sister who was far more outgoing and people orientated needed. She needed people around her to love and care about where Spider as he had come to be known could quite happily live in peace alone.<br>
He put his sister's needs above his own, he had always put his family first when he was able to make those choices and when he had fallen off the wagon it had been his little sister who helped right him, she had taken on the role of his sponsor when he struggled with alcoholism and continued to be a guiding light for him as the world fell into a deep pit of hellish despair.
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The world had changed.
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Karlton scratched his head idly as he turned to face the door when he heard a click, perhaps there were more tasks he needed to do or perhaps his sister had come to find him?<br>
He would soon find out...

</div><div class="bonestag"> Jenks | GND's homebase | 13:49 January 2014 |
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Jan 6 2018, 07:43 PM
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Sweat dribbled down Karlton's forehead like a mountain stream as he pushed aside another desk, grunting. There were still parts of the college that needed to be searched and cleared up. He just happened to be stupid enough to volunteer to take on the task for the sixth day in a row.<br>
Working hard so that he did not have time to really think, he wanted to be away from as much of the group as possible because he did not want to grow attached to any of them. He had his little sister and his affection for her was already consuming most of his energy. Practically everything he did he did to protect her, it was a challenge.
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Group Not Dead had found them, taken them in. He was relieved and very thankful for the fact that the group had taken them in but it was not a situation he had ever wanted to end up in. Getting close to people was a painful thing, he had never had any luck with people especially women. <br>
He chose to work hard, taking as many jobs that would put him in a much less crowded situation as he could. Lately the primary tasks had been clearing up the last yards of college that had remained unexplored, soon he would inevitably return to hunting and scouting out in the dark wild world.
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Today he was partnered with Sarah, he did not know her very well like the rest of the group but she seemed to be sharp, on the ball and intelligent. Slowly he pushed the desk the last few inches and began to nudge aside piles of torn or rotten cloth bags and clothing, carefully checking the pile for anything useful as the door opened behind him to admit his work partner.

</div><div class="bonestag">Jax | GND's homebase | 11:23 January 2014 |
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OOC: Let me know if this works, braining is hard.
Jan 3 2018, 07:41 PM
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The sound of crunching bone and decayed flesh parting echoed down the hollow halls of a once thriving educational institution as Karlton Webber Jr, A.K.A Spider, slammed his hunting knife through the forehead of a walker pinned against a wall. He wrenched the blade free with a sigh.<br>
Slowly they were clearing away every last walker but they kept finding them hidden in these little nooks and crannies, all of them had to die. Spider once baulked at the idea of rekilling the dead.<br>
Now it was just another part of his life.
<p>
Slowly he wiped the beautiful Damascus steel of his hunting knife, the once grey rag in his other hand now saturated with the remnants of death. A constant reminder that this world would never let them live in peace, never let him and his sister settle down to a quiet life.<br>
Even before the dead began to walk their life was in turmoil and now she was his guiding light. She had brought him to this group of characters, everyone unique and curious. He watched them every day, wary and curious, as they went about their tasks and he about his. He was a hunter, a scout and he did everything else they needed him to do.<br>
Why not?<br>
He needed them to protect his sister so if they needed some odds and sods from him then he would just have to do it. He liked to keep himself busy if that meant clearing away the shamblers, deadshows .. walkers, what every you want to call them, then he would step up to the plate and do it.
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Slow and methodical.<br>
He wiped the sweat from his brow and tried to dislodge the shelves trapping the walker's corpse to no avail. Again he tried and again he failed until finally he frowned and took a step back. He couldn't leave the corpse there to decompose and stink the place up more...<br>
"Well shit, can't just be a simple stab and grab huh? You just had to pick the one place I can't just move you out of... bastard." then he paused thoughtfully before leaning back down the cleared corridor "Yo, mind givin' me a hand with this one big bastard's gone and gotten stuck." he called out softly to his work partner.

</div><div class="bonestag"> Caleb Burns | GND's new home college thing | Winter 2014ish? | Hope this works for you Chewy http://files.b1.jcink.com/html/emoticons/smile.gif
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