Hi guys, do you like zombies? Do you like roleplay? Do you enjoy the apopocalypse??? Then you should go check out this rp - https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/51605848/comments (You don't need to watch Decayed to rp, nor do you need any prior context, btw!!) Description - Sunny Brooks || She/Her || 30 || Sunny is someone who tends to be quite amiable, and as far as her values go, nothing matters more than protecting those who you love. Though, this doesn’t always in her eyes mean doing the right thing. In fact, she is very prone to keeping secrets because she believes it is in favour of protecting someone, even if it’s not the right thing, frequently using toxic positivity when she sees people who are upset, wanting to make sure everyone always has something to look up to, even if it’s a flimsy fallacy, even if she herself doesn’t believe in whatever it is she’s speaking, showing an outward optimism, despite being inwardly a huge pessimist. (I imagine with the event of Farley she’s acting the way she is entirely out of selfishness, and not wanting to deal with the confrontation when her whole life she’s avoided actually dealing with any difficult topics, but she’d rationalise it with she’s trying to protect Farley from the pain of being pushed away and randomly after so many years just randomly being forgiven like nothing even happened.) She is to an extent, cynical, and when spoken, she doesn’t typically express her own thoughts, frequently deflecting onto others, letting them speak, and take lead in the conversation. She tends to be persistent, and punctual. (I’m thinking ISFJ for MBTI though?) || No || Survivour || It was many years ago when the zombie apocalypse had started, a time before Sunny had even been born, but for the longest time, life still functioned near normal around her. It hadn’t quite spread to her area when she was a small child, but, inevitably, it had. Around this time, she had two friends, who she had held closer to her heart than anyone else. Farley, and Jane. When things had started getting rough, the first zombie having appeared in their area, she’d made a promise, sworn to herself that she would no matter what stick close to the sides of them. And yet, and yet. Jane panicked when people started realising this was not just another flu outbreak, nor was it covid all over again, it was not just going to be a matter of quarantine and over. She had decided to take the role of survivalist, pushing Farley and Sunny away, taking any resources for herself, whatever had happened, Sunny and Floor had tried to talk some sense into her one day, but it didn’t end well, whatever happened, Farley and Jane had ended up getting into a fight. It had been an accident, Farley knew that. Sunny knew that. But it didn’t change the hurt, the pain. Now it was Sunny pushing people away, angry cries, and more fighting. Promises never to forgive Farley for what he’d done, for what had happened. Jane was dead, and there was no changing that. Farley left, and Sunny stayed behind. Throughout the years, Sunny lost more and more people around her, scribbling each person she met and lost face’s into a small handbook she kept on her. A memento mori in some odd form. Some of them, infected, zombified, she’d even had to remove by force of her own hand. Every day she fell deeper and deeper into a dissociative state, beginning to believe nothing is meant to last. Life is fickle. Turning over, and over in her mind poems, and soliloquies of the past. Nothing Gold can stay, by Robert Frost, Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, from Macbeth (Shakespeare.) Ashes to Ashes, and Dust to Dust they all say. And at some point, she feels she maybe even has begun to understand Farley, and what happened all those years ago. And yet, despite this, despite everything. She can’t bear to be alone. She has to survive, she has to, for all of those who have left her, she has to keep their memory, their flame, their fire alive in some semblance. But she can’t do this alone, she can’t stay here in this haunted place of her childhood and misery. If she dies here, if she dies alone. No one will remember her, and no one will carry on the memories of the lost. And maybe that’s why the one thing she carries on her at all times is her notebook, riddled with epitaphs. This place is empty and barren, there are no people left. She has to go, somewhere, anywhere. There is only one person in the entire world who Sunny may still hope is out there. Though she doesn’t know where he could be, if he’s even alive for certain. And even if she found him, she isn’t someone to admit her wrongs. And after so many years, having never done a thing to look, to hope, having only pushed Farley out of her mind, there is no hope for repair. Forgiveness would be a secret she’d take to the grave. For there would be no way she could possibly explain what happened, why she might have changed her mind. ++
All the burning ire in the world could act itself upon her face if she ever were to see him again, but an act is all it would be. And so, Sunny set out, away from her former home. Eventually she reached an edifice of some sort. They were offering some sort of ticket for a bus ride to a place called “Paradise City” . It to some extent sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it, but it seemed like many others were also on their way there, and so, hoping for a new dawn, she set out. || Farley || Healthy || Bus Other/Notes: I imagine she wears the mask to try and hide her emotions from others, just because she tends to stick around other people doesn't mean she enjoys it, and wearing a mask allows her to hide a large part of her visable emotions. On a particularly bad day I imagine she might pull her goggles down over her eyes. (Also just trying to keep the shape language in tact for her ears in the main design.) Yeah, have fun chat, I yap, I banter, I enjoy writing. And stuff. Yippeee!
