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Aislin Doran

Oi, you best shut up now. You could cause a pile-up going on like that.

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a character in “The Walking Dead: Episode 1: Bad to Worse”, as played by Sinkai

Description

Name:Aislin Doran

Age: 23

Personality: Aislin does her best to think rationally and not let her emotions get the best of her. She was raised in a strict house, so she follows rules set out for her, and has a good posture. She's a people-person, and good with her words. Her Irish accent is strong, and often times she'll mumble off to herself in Irish. Her only vice is smoking, so often times she can be seen biting her lip due to the oral fixation from her addiction. She's open to all genders, but has mostly been with boys. Aislin works hard to keep her figure, so she as more of an athletic build than the curves that is so often expected with women. Her days used to consist of strenuous kickboxing followed by yoga, so she knows a thing or two about flexibility and fighting. Most of the time Aislin can keep her composure when it comes to her emotions, but when she snaps-she's not to be underestimated. She can hold her own in an argument; her verbal lashings are almost as bad as her physical ones. After a fight, she can be found in a secluded area meditating to herself.

Romantically, Aislin doesn't get involved with people often. She's not very good at relationships and "couple-things", so she'll most likely be oblivious to any advances towards her, unless they're blunt.

Role: Love Interest

Background: Aislin was born and raised in Ireland. She transferred to an American college just before the outbreak, after a heated argument with her parents. She hadn't talked to them for a year, and hasn't been able to talk to them since the outbreak. In college she gained a bachelor's degree in BioChem and Photography, then was in the midst of gaining her Master's in Paleontology. It was in a college laboratory that she first encountered the outbreak-she was working late on a report and her professor burst into the classroom, his face horribly discolored. He went after her, and her kickboxing skills came in handy as she fended him off. She tried to lock herself in the cafeteria of the college, but it was too much ground to cover, and she couldn't do it alone. Since then, she's been on the move, never staying in any place too long.

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Aislin has brown eyes that compliment her dark hair color. Her makeup consists of only eye make-up, she doesn't really believe much else is necessary. She stands a good height of 5'6", taller than most girls she knows. Her outfits generally consist of skinny jeans and loose band tank tops, accessorized with black aviator glasses and stylish dark high-tops. Her favorite outerwear is a grey jean half-jacket with rolled up sleeves and bold buttons. Though she would be categorized as skinny, Aislin has a toned build. Her collarbones can be seen under her loose shirts, and her arms are slightly defined. Lastly, her hair is short and asymmetrical. She found it bothersome and in the way during her laboratory experiments, and now it serves a better purpose: less things to grab if she's trying to escape.
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So begins...

Aislin Doran's Story

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CHRISTOPHER PARKINGS

Christopher stood there, arguing with a man behind a table in a HazMat outfit, face mask, yellow jumpsuit, the works. "Im sorry sir our Helicopter Pilot had an accident, his arrival will be delayed, but defini-" Christopher cut him off, "Look over there." He said, pointing at the group of survivors he had yet to say more than hello to.

"Those people are suffering right now, I've seen people who JUST got here being flown out just today. We've been here for a day now." Christopher said tensely. He worried about those people, all of them seemed either melancholy or shy. "Sir we will use force to physically remove you if you do not calm down." The man said in a harsh, cold voice.

Christopher walked over and leaned on a wall, he looked over at the many tents, and medkits. He then looked over at a chainlink fence that got his attention, it made the most noise.
There were atleast 20 Walkers pushing and growling on the fence. The fence held but... He heard a chain or two snapping every 30 minutes or so.

Christopher put a hand on his face, and sighed in dissapointment.

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Dutch was observing some of the walkers at the fence, baiting them to see if they would react to anything. He was stabbing into the eyes of those that stuck their heads too close to the fence with his combat knife. He killed three but there were still more coming from out yonder to join the horde. It was useless to try to thin out this pack. He noticed others arguing with one of the workers so he walked over to see what the deal was. A young man, most likely in his twenties, seemed angry about not leaving soon enough. He was complaining about others being able to leave right away while he remained at the base.

"Remember that some of those who left were not in the situation that you are in. Many families had children and there were elderly too. I would suggest not to be to haste with this sort of thing, just be patient." He told the man. He overheard the increasing commotion that woman was creating. Feeling the grip of his .22 Revolver he was tensing a bit. She had a knife, she was angry, and people tended not to think when they were pissed.

When some guards came over to try to "remove her" he drew his pistol. He had it in his right hand with his left hand over the hammer, ready to cock it multiple times to deal out all of the shots in a few seconds. It held only six bullets so the problem to the gun would be if more came on their way, that was if they chose to get violent. "Now listen y'all! If you put a hand on her than I can good enough call you dead. Leaving her out there alone is the same as killing her and you know this. Besides you know that if she was going to do something she would have done it by now. I served in Vietnam in the past so take my solemn oath that if she tries anything again I will shoot her myself. Take it or leave it." He told them his a grave face.

The guards backed backed away but stayed in the room. They knew that if the old man was a real threat than he would have killed them on the spot. Though he did not they found it better to still keep an eye on things. "Keep working on patching up your pilot, there's no rush." Dutch told the man at the deskwhile he holstered his gun. Dutch turned to the woman who had started it all. "This is not the right time to be swinging you knife everywhere like it is the most powerful thing in the world now is it little missy?"

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Red Flowers

Arms crossed. Foot tapping. Last piece of warm gum from the inside of her pocket pressed between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Red's hazel eyes soaked in her surroundings, HazMat suits glaring and striking her nerves. She decided to stand away from the others. And away from...those things.

Most here seemed to have weapons. All she had was a blue bandanna stuffed into her fist. Her father once said it would protect her from everything, blue the color of protection after all (in his book). The cloth brought her comfort though, small comfort. The only reason she wanted to get out of here as fast as possible was to find her father. At the last second they transferred him up North, to a better facility. Then hell broke loose. She had to know he was okay.

Until then however, she knew she would only stick with those worthy of sharing her air. Which, from this lot, she figured she'd be roughing it alone. The Irish accent girl was especially grating her nerves into smaller and smaller pieces. Foreign accents never settled well in her gut.

The only things she did agree with were the arguments for quicker evacuation. That wasn't happening any time soon. So, with her eyes on the chain link fence, feet ready to run if need be, Red waited and avoided direct eye contact with anyone.

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The name Aislin was an interesting name or at least Dutch thought. This waiting was indeed driving him mad, not because of the horde gathering at the fence, but for a possible outbreak within the walls. He had seen people die and reanimate without ever being touched by a walker. He had seen enough to realize that it must have been spread through the air somehow and that will happen to everybody when their time comes. He had a theory that those born after the outbreak would be immune to that danger. He labeled those who lived in this generation the first generation, as in those who first lived in the outbreak.

He realized that his mind had wondered off on the topic and that the woman had asked for his name. "Dutch. My name is Dutch." He told her as he was sitting down on the ground. He had brought a backpack with him to the base, though most of the food were gone, his vitamins were not. He pulled out a jar of vitamin C and a plastic bottle of water. He took one before looking over to her.

"I would suggest taking one, prevents scurvy. I do not that there will be very many fruits to eat out in the world right now so this is my best way to make due." He told her.

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Troy sat on a crate by one of the tents. Constantly fiddling with his father's trench knife. He flipped it about, unafraid of missing it and it cutting him in anyway. He would also stab it, in to the crate or into the dirt, thinking of the monsters when doing it. Troy spun the blade into the ground catching it and then spinning it again. He created a small circular trench by repeatedly performing this action. Troy became hopelessly bored and the wailing of the monsters from behind the fence did little to change it. In fact it just made him more anxious to do something, how long do they expect them to wait? Troy was never a patient man, hell the patience he's showing now is unlike him. It wasn't for the man arguing with the suits then he would have done it himself.

The guy wasn't the only one givin'em hell. A young woman decided to enter the fray and boy the fire. She even pulled an knife on them. While it didn't change their minds it made Troy laugh, it's something he would have done himself. They decided to gang up on the girl only to be called off by an elderly man. Troy supposes he ain't that old but certainly more older than any of the people here. Troy couldn't help but eavesdrop and noticed the woman is in fact another Irish native! What a funny coincidence. Troy thought he be the only Irishman here. From what Troy could gather her accent was quite strong, suggesting she must have just left Ireland not too long ago. Definitely not as long as Troy. While he was born in Ireland and did spent most of his childhood there, he did move to America when he was about become a teenager. All the reason so his father could avoid having him be involved in the IRA. Every time he thought of his father he looked at his knife. Troy sighed as he sheathed the knife. He supposes he should be thankful, his father didn't have to live to see this.

In his restlessness, Troy stood up and walked around the camp. He walked about rather imposingly, warning that if any of these eejits want to try that shit with him, they'll get their own. From what Troy could tell from this group of people they're tough and rowdy. Qualities now, that are looking pretty good unlike before the outbreak. Troy wondered how much longer they'll have to wait. His walk brought him to one of the gates where a Walker was staring him down. "Who are you, gawkin' at huh?" Troy aggressively spoke. The Walker replied with some grunts. "Wha'?" "Yer gonna 'ave to speak up more." Troy tauntingly placed his ear near the fence. This served to rile up the Walker. Troy placed his head away and unsheathed his knife. "Oh! You want some of me?" Troy spoke as he stabbed the creature in the face. The knife dugged deep enough to kill the beast as Troy pulled out the knife and the body fell. "That'll teach ya not to mess wit me." Troy said as he cleaned his knife.

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Sam stared at the fence along with the majority of the other survivors. Personally, he was surprised the gate was still standing. The memory of wrestling the one that bit Cane off of him was still fresh in his mind and didn't sit too well. The man had been almost half his size, yet it took almost everything to tear him from Cane's arm. Just before they arrived and the military guys bashed in the man's head. So much for trying to save his ass... And there was more than one on the fence. Tense was an understatement if trying to describe himself at the moment.

And the fact that everyone around seemed to be flashing weapons around at everything and anything every chance they had. It was pretty obvious everyone should have some kind of firearm or weapon, else they probably wouldn't be here in the first place. Yet, it would be alot easier to bear if they weren't pointing them at humans and turned them on the geeks tearing at the fence. It seemed like the guy in the lawn chair had the right idea until the suits took his gun. And was that other guy...drunk?

Sam nudged his bag with his foot and kicked at the latex gloves hanging out the side. The gloves were always the first things he grabbed when responding to a call. Earlier they had kept the gunk and crap spewing from the man in the back of their Ambulance from getting all over his hands. Cane never believed in wearing them, they always hung out of......

The man in the lawn chair walked over and spoke to a few of them talking of a way to get out of here. Sam barely heard him as he knelt and grabbed the gloves from the bag. They were Cane's gloves, and this was his bag. And that meant.....

...Anyone have any... ideas? Speak up, we need a plan...

Just then a helicopter all but fell out of the sky and startled the rest of them as Sam's hand closed around the metal in the bag.

"I do." He said to the man as he pulled out the spare keys to their Ambulance Cane always kept in his kit. Sam gestured toward the ambulance behind them. "It'll be a bit cramped and there's gunk and crap on the floor, but there's rails and shelves to hold onto and has plenty of gas still. This was our first call today. Plus it's an F-350. More than enough to get through the fence.

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Character Portrait: Aislin Doran Character Portrait: Troy O'Donnell Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kate Harris Character Portrait: Matt Hendricks Character Portrait: Christopher Parkings Character Portrait: Sam Bryant Character Portrait: Dutch Kingsman
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After Troy sheathed the knife he heard the man that argued with the suits, asked if anyone has a plan. Sure, Troy had a plan, but one that didn't include avoiding the monsters. Troy would rather be gung-ho and take as many of 'em as one can to escape. Seeing their work on the outside, well even if they all have a fighting spirit they would end up getting munched on. That was when another young guy came forth with a bag and mentioned he can take us in the Ambulance. Troy looked over to see the one that came in from earlier. This guy must be one of them medics or something. Troy made his way toward the group but stopped short on the sound of a helicopter. Troy quickly spun around to see what could have been their salvation, turned out to be another nightmare.

In came the copter like a bat out of hell and it crashed into the EVAC center. "Of all the fuckin' things!" Troy shouts as he watched the crash. Then was followed by a what looked like half a man, stumbling out and dying. "Shit!" Troy shouted again and walked up to the group. As he walked up two more people appeared, a man and a woman. It seems they want to catch the next bus out of here. If the the ambulance was their best shot out of here, then Troy is sure as hell he wants to go. "Wha' in the hell is goin' on 'ere!?" Troy shouted making his presence known. As he heard the others speaking of how much room they could hold, Troy didn't want to miss his spot. "Oi! I'll be takin' that one way trip outta 'ere too!" Troy boisterously called out after Aislin spoke. "I ain't goin' to be these fuckers next meal!" Troy spoke as he gave them a look of determination. He isn't going to be left behind, he's going whether they like it or not.

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Character Portrait: Aislin Doran Character Portrait: Troy O'Donnell Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kate Harris Character Portrait: Matt Hendricks Character Portrait: Christopher Parkings Character Portrait: Sam Bryant Character Portrait: Red Flowers Character Portrait: Dutch Kingsman
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"He's drunk...at least I hope..." Sam thought as the man who had been antagonizing the geeks along the fence strolled over and started shouting at them. His accent was pretty strong but he made his intention pretty clear. As did the other girl with the eye makeup and slightly easier accent next to the older gent. The other woman seemed a bit older than himself, as well as the man with her. They looked oddly familiar, like he'd seen them somewhere before. Maybe the hospital during one of his runs?

"It's fine, It's fine." Sam said. By his count, that was seven people, eight if the girl nearby with the blue bandana around her wrist came as well. "It will be a bit cramped, but the bed was taken out when we got here so there's room. He took up Cane's kit again and strode to the back of the ambulance and opened the doors. His kit lay on the floor to the right, where he left it. He placed Cane's bag on top of his. "Someone can sit on that, nothing inside will break." There was also a long bench on the right side that could sit three comfortably, four in this case, with a cargo net lining the wall behind the passenger seat to hold onto. A large cabinet was built into the bench where various supplies were kept. More cabinets scaled the wall to the right side as well as another seat where a technician such as himself, or paramedic would sit to tend to the patient.

Sam reached up into the cabinets on the left and pulled two plastic morgue drapes free to lay down over the coagulated blood and muck left behind from the animated man. It was too apparent on the large space in the absence of the stretcher that normally occupied it. "That should do it. Anybody else?" He turned back to Christopher. "I'll drive, I take it you're up front with me?"

OOC: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b0/Ambulance_5.jpg <-----Minus the bed of course.

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CHRISTOPHER PARKINGS

Christopher looked at everyone, sighing. He was thinking what he should do. These people looked pretty desperate in his eyes, but he needed to think about himself as well. He stepped forward to the group, "Look, I don't know you people." He stated, "But I can see you all are desperate for some help. I know this city like the back of my hand, hell, I drew half of it." It was true, although he was exaggerating. He only actually worked as an Architect for 3 years. "Goddamnit, Im not sure if that van will fit all of us, but if we squeeze together...maybe."

"Ah, what the hell, lets go. Let me grab that gun that jackass took from me." Christopher walked over to a table and took it out of a plastic bag. He hadn't paid any attention to the Walkers for the past hour and he didn't want to.

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Christopher had just picked up his gun and began walking toward the van. A girl he hadm't notice ran up next to him. He was about to say something to her, until CRASH. The only thing keeping them safe gave way. As the last few bolts holding that fence up beamed off a horde of 50 so Walkers screeched and ran forward. The EVAC center was in the Parking Lot of a Mall, so its not surprising how many Walkers showed up.

He noticed everyone stood shocked staring at the horde heading for them. The Van was only 40 so- feet away if they all ran they could make it,
if only the van wasn't on the same side as the horde.
"SHIT, RUN!" Christopher said, as each survivor got a fair amount of Walkers surrounding them. "Nevermind, don't run!" He said frantically. "Pull out any weapon you have!" He then turned seeing the girl (Red Flowers) he was standing next to before, get surrounded.

He noticed she wasn't equipped with any sort of weapon. Quickly, he pulled out his Revolver and shot each one that was around her. He then turned around, only to get grabbed by the 3 or 4 Walkers that had been surrounding him. He lunged away in the opposite direction, but they wouldn't let go.
He dropped his Revolver, it slid 5 or 6 feet infront of him. He tried to reach out and grab it but fell over with the Walkers still on him.

"Ah, FUCK, someone, help!"

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When the walkers came slowly from the fence in the large horde, Dutch grabbed his pistol in his right hand and his combat knife in his left. He hated using his revolver unless it was totally necessary. He was moving off to the side a bit as to draw less attention to himself, though it seemed perhaps he should have because they tried to attack a woman. Fortunately that angry fellow from before intervened before she was bit but unfortunately for him the walkers swarmed him. That was an excellent time to use his gun. Dutch unloaded his six shots to kill three of the four's eyes but pistol whipped the fourth one in the temple. He put away his knife and took out some bullets from his left pocket to reload his gun. Seven seconds later he was finished.

"Everybody! Gather to us and make a triangle formation! women to the back, men to the front!" He yelled to the others. This way they could cut their way through the walker to the van with ease. The guns would be enough to take out the ones that stood in their way. "The name's Dutch. I would suggest picking up your gun because you and I are going to lead the formation." He told the man whom he had recently assisted.

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Character Portrait: Aislin Doran Character Portrait: Troy O'Donnell Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kate Harris Character Portrait: Matt Hendricks Character Portrait: Christopher Parkings Character Portrait: Sam Bryant Character Portrait: Red Flowers Character Portrait: Dutch Kingsman
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Sam didn't have any other belongings besides the kit and everything in the Ambulance and was still fairly close to it when the gate came crashing down. Most of the others had been trapped on the other side of the fence and where the geeks were flooding in. He decided to get to the van before too many were on him when a firm grip grabbed a hold of his clothing and pulled him off balance. As he twisted and pulled against the grip, he heard a rough accent yelling at him. Troy finally let go of him and kept yelling at Sam to come on or give him the keys. "Just get in the damn van already!" Sam yelled back.

Sam jumped in the driver's seat and started the Ambulance as Troy kept his guttural yelling. "Shut up already!" He snapped. There was no way Sam was just going to floor it and take off without the others, but there was a horde of geeks and a gate in his way. "Ah Fuck it!" Sam put the pedal to the floor and shifted the gear to drive. The van stuttered a second as it crashed over the fence and the few geeks clawing behind it. They bumped and banged over undead bodies as Sam tried to avoid hitting too many at once.

He drove past the survivors to allow them access to the back of the van and stopped as close as he could to them without hitting anyone. He left the Ambulance running and opened the doors to the back. "Hurry up! Get in!" He yelled over the sounds of destruction.

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Red Flowers

Several things happened at once, but Red didn't process them until later. All that mattered was reaching that ambulance. The man who had shot down the zombies around her was helped by an older gentleman and she followed the older one's instructions to follow. In no time, he had taken hold of the woman's hand and leaped into the ambulance and stumbled nearly to the front of the vehicle. The driver there looked hurried and panicked.

Twisting about, Red saw more nearly to the ambulance. She didn't know these people, she owed them nothing. Except that man who helped her, the one with the sunglasses unfortunately. Rushing forward, she two stretched out her hand, urging them to hurry up onto the ambulance. "Don't got all day!" she called, eyebrows furrowed, waving the last few forward. The two other women who had safely reached the van seemed just as eager to get everyone on board, but not as impatient. Red nearly growled and shouted, "C'mon!"