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Aug 22 2017, 12:24 PM
When: Summer '13, mid morning
Where: IRA Ranch House
Who: Devlin Whalen and Charmaine Pace
What: Char and Delvin do some sparring and chatting


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Char wrapped her knuckles with strips of old t-shirts to protect them. Before the outbreak, she would have done this with bandages or tape, but that sort of thing was reserved for medical emergencies these days. So she made do, stripping tshirts that had been stained and damanged beyond use as clothing, cutting them down to the correct size, then sewibg lengths together. That they were reusable was nice, but the tape she'd used in her fighting days had stuck better. Still, beggars and choosers and all that. Char was just happy to have someone to spar with today. She ran drills every morning and evening if she didn't have somewhere to go, but practising the movement wasn't the same as sparring, where her reaction times could be tested and pushed to their limits and unpredictability became a factor.
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Devlin, her sparring partner for the morning, was warming up. She'd already done her warm ups and now that her kncukles were wrapped she was ready to go. Not that she intended to hit him in the face hard enough to split her knuckles open or anything, but accidents happened. One lucky swing was all it took. Char knew she was a better technical fighter than Devlin, in a standard competition. She cod have taken him down, easily if it were judo. But they weren't in a competition and this was for practice. There weren't referees telling them how many points they'd scored and whether they'd pinned their opponent. This sparring was intended to prepare them for the real world, the world beyond the ranch house where they might have to fight for their lives. Char had trained to fight and win, but Devlin had trained once to fight and kill. Well, he'd been prepared to kill. She assumed. She didn't actually know a ton about his past, but from what she'd pieced together from conversations, from observation, and from having vaguely known who the IRA had been in Ireland thanks to her father's political rants, she thought her guesses were probably pretty accurate.
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She unzipped her jacket, tossing it to the side. The early morning hours had come with a cool fog, but as the sun rose it got hotter and the jacket was now unecessary. She stood ready to fight in her sports bra and leggings, hair up in a ponty tail. "Any day now, grandpa." she teased . He wasn't really that much older than her, but he was so swrious she couldn't resist poking at him a little. She used to do this with Gerald, but he' left when his daughter and neice turned up with some frie ds. She couldn't blame him, either. It was nice having family around, but as far as she knew all of hers was dead. Mostly the were MIA, but after three years she'd learned not to hope or expect for them to turn up out of the blue. It had happened for Gerald, but that didn't mean it would happen for her too. She settled into a boxing stance as Devlin joined her in their makeshift ring. He was a boxer, so that was the style of fighting she assumed he'd begin with, but she knew a few different disiplines, partially out of curiosity and partially from her brief time in MMA. She'd been good, but others had been better, and had chosen to teach instead of trying to force her way into the competative world professionally. Devlin wasn't wearing a shirt either, and it revealed more of him than usual. A scar on his arm caught her eye and she moved. "Who shot you?" she asked, nodding to his arm. She recognized the type of scarring because she'd seen one before, though it was older. Devlins looked more recent. Fully healed, but maybe only a couple of years old. She entertained the thought that Alex's ex had been the one who shot him, but given the ugliness between them she doubted he'd have taken a shot at Devlin and let him live, or that Devlin would have allowed him to stay. She had to admit that things around here made a whole heck of a lot more sense when she was in the know.
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Thomas Pace

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This is Admiral Thomas Pace, Char's father. He's a good man and a good father, though he's always been a bit stuffy. The words upright, leader, and stern are often used in conjunction with his name. Partially this might be because he was an admiral in the navy when the outbreak began and being the man in charge tends to make you a little more strict than everyone else. But if they'd had a chance to see him in his home life they would have noticed that no, the stick up his ass is not removable. To be fair, he did let his guard down around his wife and daughter quite a bit, but relaxed for The Admiral doesn't look much different from uptight. Char always felt like she had to measure up, that she had to impress him, that maybe she just would never be good enough to make him proud. Of course, he was proud, he jsut didn't know how to show it properly. He was away pretty often and his wife did most of the bonding and child rearing when it came to Char, so he never formed the close attachment some daughters and fathers do with Char. It's likely he regrets that, but if there was one thing the man was born to do it was be a Naval Officer.
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The Admiral was aboard ship and out to sea when the outbreak hit, securing the coast against possible foreign attack. The government had no idea where this outbreak was coming from, if it was a terrorist ploy or just an illness, so they took precautions and put everyone on alert. A couple weeks in they lost all contact with the mainland. Where they went from there and what happened to The Admiral is up to whoever takes him, though I would like for him to be making his way back home to Norfolk, VA.
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This is Arnie Pace, Char's uncle and Thomas Pace's younger half brother. They shared a mother, but not a father, hence the difference in looks and possibly the difference in personalities. Arnie is nearly his brothers opposite. He's laid back, most often described as 'chill' even by people who don't use the word 'chill'. He prefers casual clothes and would spend the rest of his days on a beach sipping mai tais if he could. He's pretty smart though, something he shares with his half brother, and became a teacher because of it. I'm thinking middle school science teacher, probably the teacher all the students are positive is a huge pot head at home. Whether he actually is or not is up to the player.
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Growing up, Char spent more time with her uncle Arnie than she did her actual dad, which is where most of her easy going nature comes from. Most people, even some his age, refer to him as 'Uncle Arnie' because Char was around so often that it just became one of those things. He's also the reason she got into Judo as a kid, though he had no idea she'd get as far with it as she did. He's taken some Judo himself, though he's no where near as proficient as Char, possibly because he's like 65% pacifist.
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During the outbreak, Arnie was likely at the school he taught at which was turned into a temporary Safe Zone. Where he went and what happened after it fell is entirely up to you, though it might be good to have had him leave the area for a while to explain why he hasn't looked for (and found) Char yet since she's stuck to Norfolk since the outbreak. Perhaps he was bused out to another safe zone outside the city or something, or maybe he had another reason for leaving the area.
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PB here is Mark Ruffalo, I like it a lot but I'm open to other suggestions.


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Evan here is originally from Arizona. He joined the military right out of high school, initially because he didn't have much else to do with his life and it seemed like something he might do well in. He did do well in it, his calm and collected personality left him clear headed in heavy situations int he middle east. He trained to be a Dog Handler, and his partner Dax (literally the first name that popped into my head and you may change it) was a well trained German Shepard who's main job it was to sniff out explosive ordinance. Evan and Dax were back home in Arizona, visiting their loser of a younger brother, when the outbreak began. He was called in, and how things played out from there is up to whoever plays him. In the end, he needs to find himself in the Norfolk area of Virginia so that I can throw the lovely Ronda Rousey faced Charmaine Pace - Char - at him.
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I can see him being a hardened man, tough and smart, but careful with important decisions. I can see him taking lives easily, but not without remorse for having to kill to survive. He's a soldier at heart, he'll kill to stay alive, but he isn't a psychopath who kills for pleasure or a murder who might take lives for granted. Bomus points if you can find a plausible reason for him to know how to wield a sword.
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PB I have as Charlie Hunnam, I am open to other suggestions though!


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Where: Magical Hot Spring in what I'm assuming is an alternate dimension
When: Spring '13 (AU)
Time: It was maybe half an hour after sunset for Char, EST
Who: Mikayla Scott, Tyler McCarthy, and Sophie Silvers (posting order)
Spring Event Prompt: Stumble upon a hidden hot spring

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Char walked slowly through the fog, wishing that she hadn't been forced to hide from a small horde of walkers so late into the evening. By the time the coast had been clear, the sun had begun to set and a dense fog had rolled in from the sea. Normally she wouldn't have tried to make her way through this mess, but the place she had been hiding wasn't exactly a safe place to take a nap and the ranch the IRA called home wasn't that far off. It hadn't seemed like too big of a risk at first, when the first tendrils of fog came creeping in, but as the fog deepened she began to worry that perhaps she should have taken her chances hiding in that alleyway all night.
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A noise came from somewhere nearby, causing Char to pause and look around worriedly. There was no telling which direction the noise came from, the fog dampened everything too much. She started, then shook her head. Probably her imagination playing tricks because of this damned creepy fog. Gritting her teeth, she clenched her hands into fists, digging her short nails into the wrappings around her knuckles and palms, and kept moving. When the noise came again, it was closer. She fought the instinct to just run blindly through the fog, but she did pick up her pace to a jog. The third time the noise came, she looked back over her shoulder, hoping to see something there, anything, to cause the ominous noise. She should have been watching where she was going. She stepped poorly, tripping and falling, her momentum carrying her forward too far to get her feet back under her. She'd taken a lot of falls in martial arts, and she fell correctly, slapping her palms and forearms to the ground to absorb her impact. At least, that’s what should have happened. Instead, she felt that dropping sensation pull at her gut, the one you get on the first big drop of a roller coaster, and had a sensation of flipping head over heels a couple times. When she did hit the ground it was on her side with a solid thud. There were a couple more thuds, but Char was too busy trying to shake off her disorientation to pay them much mind.
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As she stood she looked around, concerned that whatever pit she'd fallen into - because what else could account for the abnormally long fall? - might be full of caught walkers. She was surprised to find that she was not, in fact, in a pit. Instead her eyes roamed over invitingly green evergreen trees, a smooth stone path with fluffy white banks of snow on both sides, and a still setting sun. She blinked, concerned now that she must have hit her head. It wasn't exactly warm yet in Virginia, but there most definitely hadn't been snow on the ground. The last of that had melted weeks ago. The fog receded into the tree line revealing three other figures on the ground. The other figures appeared to be moving too, and as she looked closer she realized she knew one of them. "Mika?" she asked, confused. She hadn't seen the other woman since she and her group had left taking Gerald Burns with them, back to where ever it was they called home these days. It was odd to find the girl back so soon... but then, Char wasn't entirely convinced she was in Norfolk anymore. She went to her, offering a hand to help her to her feet. She had more questions for Mika, but she was a bit more concerned about their current situation. She took another look around now that the fog had drifted into the trees and noted a sign posted at the edge of the small clearing, where the stone path lead away through the trees.
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"Shangri La Hot Springs," she read aloud, a question in her voice. The little arrow at the bottom of the sign pointed down the path. Char looked to Mika "Do you have any idea where in the hell we are?" she asked, then remembered the other two people in the clearing "Or who those two are?" she added in a quieter tone, tilting her head in the direction of the two strangers.


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