((If it's an island, there is a boat. >.> Was there not supposed to be?))

((Well Rosaleen is working on an engine to put in one of the ferries that go to the island, but if your girl has a boat then that works to. Gah, I'm such a horrible creator, I should have made the plot thicker. :headdesk: ))

((Don't worry, when i create a roleplay i just put the basics and see what happens >w> Don't worry yourself too much))

((LoLz))

((Oh, my sister was reading over my shoulder and wondered why Leah kept saying "ye" instead of "you" because that's what pirates say. When she says it it's not pronounced "yeee" but "yeh", just in case you were wondering too... ^^))

((No LoLz, I figured she was canadian/french. and I lived in Canada for a year, so I get it.))

(( Hey where are all of you guys? I have no idea how to start!!!))

{We're by the shoreline in the city, if that makes any sense at all XD Did you already sign up though?}

Relief washed through Ninde's body as she placed her gun back into it's holster that hung by her hip (Ohmigawd!! I finally remembered what the name for the thing a gun hangs in!! I'm so happy!! >3< =D).
"I'm Ninde, it's nice to meet you Leah," Ninde smiled weakly before striding over to the kitchen. Even though she felt weary and weak, she learned that appearing strong was almost always the best choice. She stopped mid-stride to sneeze. "Achoo!" she covered her face with the crook of her elbow before mumbling, "'Scuse me."

"Bless ye." Leah said, getting serving spoons and forks for people to eat with. Assorted plates were also set down to put the food on. "Ninde? Well dat's a prette' name ye got 'ere." She said, handing the girl a plate with rice and beans. "If yer hungry, et this 'ere. But ye also got to put 'eh other servin' plates out for 'eh others." She said, getting a tray out to put the other meals on. Leaving the kitchen and making sure Ninde was following, Leah went into what she called the 'dining room' even though it didn't look like much. Pulling a speaker that travel through the house she spoke into it. "Oi, if any of ye are hungry come on down. Don't got any fresh things today 'cause some b****** took all the produce from 'ere I get et. Ye know who ye are." She said, turning it off and setting all the food on the table.

((Technically she's scottish, but living in new york all her life for her accent all jumbled up))

{OMG SCOTTISH PEOPLE ROCK!!!!!}
{lol XD}

Ninde didn't know wether to be frightened or laugh, so she settled with a polite "Thank you," and began help Nym finish setting the table. As she finished setting down the last serving of food, she looked at Nym and asked, "Wait, there's other people here? Other survivors?" It had been an eternity since Ninde had been with other people and her heart began skipping beats as she thought of the prospect of meeting new people and making friends.

((Aha, yes they do. Lol, you put 'Nym' down instead of Leah X3 ))

"Y'eh, they all wonder bout dat I don't know there they 'er all 'eh time." She said. Really, all she technically knew was here was Rosaleen, but she knew there were others she didn't have time to meet yet. And also, she was still a bit ticked off that someone had stolen all the fresh foods from the gardens. She was looking forward to steaming not veggies along with the regular beans and rice meal. Ah well, at least someone was happy.

{lol I did? Sorry XD I guess I mixed up this RP and the City of the Dead RP. Both titles have, like, one word difference XD}

"Ah," Ninde replied while sitting down. Truth was, she had no idea what Leah had just said. She had always been horrible at understanding accents. Trying not to make a pig of herself, she took one spoonful of the beans and rice at a time, stopping in-between spoonfuls so that she could talk.
"So," Ninde started, as she wiped her mouth with her arm, "how long have you lived here?"

"'Ere?" Leah asked, now starting to eat into her own meal plate. "I guess 'round a ye'r* or two. I lived in New York all meh life with my sister, but she died by now." She finished. She really didn't feel that sad about it when she talked about it to other people, a death was just another sand grain for father time. Give or take about two years, Leah would probably die too. "Aye, I know this may be a wee bit of an odd question, but to ye have any thoughts 'bout what it's like to die?" It was an odd question, but Leah wanted to know opinions. Personally, she was raised Catholic, so she believed in Heaven after people died.

((Ye'r = year))

[[i'm so confused]]

((I know me too))

Arina woke up on the couch, she seemed to have fallen asleep talking. She was known for it of course. Her stomach growled a bit and she blushed looking around the room. Lukas had claimed he was a good cook, she was goin to find him and make him make her something to eat, her own skills in that area sufficiently lacking. She moved through the place looking for him and found him passed out on a bed. She kicked his side "Wake up and make some food."

Lukas groaned holding his side, such a rude awakening from the plesant dream he'd been having. "You could have been more gentle." He let out rolling onto his back before sitting up. "Your lucky the animals haven't contracted this disease, or else I'd have no eggs." He muttered reaching into the fridge and grabbing a few eggs some green peppers. "though it's too bad we don't have a farmer, could really use some cheese."

"There was cheese last night...I must have aten while I slept." Rosaleen said walking out of her room wearing a tank top and a pair of sleeping pants with sponge bob on them. She walked over and sat at the bar. "Think you can whip up some scrambled eggs?" She asked with a smile.

"Do you mean what happens after we die?" Ninde asked but didn't wait for an answer. "Well, I think that we all just end up in the same place. Good people, evil people, Christians, Buddhists, all in the same place," swirled the rest of her food together, as if she was mixing all of the people of the world. "A melting pot," she added, looking up from her bowl of rice-beans and smiled. "What do you believe?" she asked Leah.

((Leah made you people food. She went out shopping and is kinda ticked off that someone took all the fresh produce.))

Leah shrugged. "I was raised to bele've in Heaven and Hell ye'know." She said, finishing her meal and now playing with her fork/spoon. It was called a Spork, which is her opinion was a funny word. "Great Amer'can meltin' pot..." She mused, remembering the saying from when she was little. Her sister told it to her, being that she hadn't really known her parents at all, they died of being shot about a year after Leah was born. Her sister was 7, and took care of her since then on the streets back when life was still livable.

[[Arina doesn't like beans xP and Lukas has eggs so neener. plus he's got a little stove propaine cooker so they never went down to see food. ]]

Arina blushed a bit having looked over Rosaleen's body, she couldn't help herself but turned her gaze back to Lukas. "Yah, scrambled eggs mr chef." She huffed, "please" she added to sound like she wasn't bossy. She knew there was a smell of beans as she was sleeping but she couldn't stand the taste of them.

Lukas shrugged. "Scrambled eggs it is then." He said pulling out the propain stove and a skillet. He set the heat on and melted some butter, scrambling the eggs in a bowl with a whisk. He'd had so many things in his wagon that it was an easy thing to make. He poured them into the pan and used a spatula to finish them, putting them on plates and handed them out with forks.

Arina smiled and ate the food happily, she hadn't eaten in days, nor slept. The insomnia must have caught up to her.

Rosaleen smiled and took a bite. "Exquise." She said with a smile as the eggs slid down her throat.

Arina finished the plate and went to the sink to wash it before handing it back to Lukas. "Uh, thanks." She said before walking into the other room. She had brought her laptop which since everyone had died she didn't need to bother paying the bill to keep the internet service on. She browsed through the medical texts online before heading back to her room and grabbing a book as well as her notebook.

Lukas blushed a little ar Rosaleen's comment but smiled and ate his eggs. He then washed his own plate and started packing them back where they go in the wagon, he also washed his skillet. "Glad you like." He said as he sat down. He watched arina become trance like as she browsed through books. "Such a bookworm, it's kind of cute though don't you think?" he asked Rosaleen.

"Yeah, I'm not much for calling women cute though." She lied blinking at him, she reached over to counter into a drawer on the other side and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and popped one in her mouth. "You smoke?" She asked pointing the pack at him.

Arina could smell the nicotine and it drew her out of her trance and she scooted to sit near rosaleen with pleading eyes at the cigarettes. "I could use one if you're offering cutie." She said folding the page of her book she was on and setting it down in front of her.

Lukas shook his head "No, a habbit I'd never aquired, my bad habbit is liquor." He admitted leaning against the wall and silently chuckling at the display Arina had put on. He was never good around women so he decided to go look out a window. "Looks like things are a bit calm right now."

"It will be, at least until night fall." Rosaleen said smiling and handing one to Arina. "Flattery will get you no where." She said holding out the lighter. She smiled at Lucas. "Well, I got some Vodka in the Freezer if you want some." She said blowing the smoke out the window.