OUTBREAK: ZERO is a semi post-apocalyptic pandemic roleplay set in the fictional city of Lethford, USA. Current season: Winter, 20/21.
March 2020. The world is in pandemonium as one month ago, GHNv-20 was confirmed, five months after the beginning of norovirus season. The number of the infected are in the higher hundred thousands, and the death toll is at an estimated 250,000, with about seventy percent of the rest of the population experiencing mild to moderate illnesses connected to the S. pyogenes bacteria.
The fear of the unknown has caused mass hysteria and panic.
In an attempt to provide a semblance of safety and control, military personnel patrol the streets, even here in Lethford City, and the police force is trying to keep up with the rising street violence, assault, and theft.
Welcome to OUTBREAK: zero. Will you survive?
HAYANA
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outbreak
/ˈaʊtbreɪk/ zero /ˈzɪərəʊ/
a sudden occurrence of something unwelcome, such as war or disease. number, no quantity or number; nought; the figure 0.
Elide handed the paper over to the boy wonder happily. He could look them up and down, take them to court and have them sent in for third-party testing for all he wanted and they would hold up. There was no doubt in her mind over the issue. She was that good, it was as simple as that. He said she couldn't stay there and she replied softly, "Denial is the first step…" taking a sip of the coffee as she watched him look over the forms. He muttered something and pulled out his phone, agitation clear in his stance. She spoke again, almost to herself as she watched him over her coffee cup, "Then anger…"
He put the phone away and began speaking to her again. About mid-way through she retorted, "Ooh and the bargaining stage. You adapt quickly." She listened to him finish his very kind and generous offer before she replied. "Look buddy. I'm sorry you weren't up-to-date on your rental agreement, really, I am." She put an ounce of pity in her words before she went on, "But this isn't a mistake and I'm not going anywhere. My name is on the lease so the quicker you can move past sharing your space, the happier we're both going to be okay?"
Elide watched him as the smile dropped from his face, his hands stuffing the lease into his pocket. She felt a small chill go up her spine. He played the all-american good guy very well. Hell, if she didn't know better, she wasn't sure how long it would have taken her to see past the mask. He was tall and the smile and dimples made him unassuming. Without it, however, he looked as dangerous as the viper that he was. The smile returned though, as he offered to carry her stuff out and she laughed, "Good one."
She made her way over to him and let her face fill with shocked amusement, a small laugh escaping her lips, "What? Really? A pharmacist? I always picture pharmacist as some 80-year-old dude with glasses shuffling around and taking days to fill orders." She gave an amused face at the suggestion before speaking again, "Was your dad a pharmacist or something? Seems like an odd career choice for someone who looks like they moonlight as a J. Crew model." Circling back to him insinuating that she was insulting him by mentioning his height she laughed, "How would mentioning you being tall be an insult? You need to loosen up. Want some coffee?" She looked over his clearly tired face, her words half-way sympathetic, "Did you have a bad day? Give someone the wrong meds?"
She had extended her hand and he took it, applying just the slightest bit of pressure. It hadn't actually hurt her at all, but she wasn't in the business of reality. Her face winced and she pulled her hand quickly back from him, flexing it lightly. "Ow. Gah…you've got quite the grip." She let the friendliness fall from her face, replaced with a touch of hurt, shaking her hand softly she spoke up, "I had an oyster knife go through my hand a few years ago and sometimes the smallest bit of force hurts it." She turned her hand over, the faint white-line in the middle of her palm that showed the scar visible. It hadn't been an oyster knife in reality, but details weren't relevant at the moment.
She watched him move to her room, grabbing one of her boxes. She kept up the look of hurt. Any hint of smiling or happiness wiped clean from her face. She waited for him to finish with his speech about her not living with him etc, etc, and when he was finished she wrapped her arms around herself, the words coming out level and soft. "Look, I'm really sorry you were put in this position, but this was the only place available and my name is on that lease." She sighed softly, giving him a small shrug, "We don't have to be friends, we don't have to talk at all if you'd prefer that. But I'm here for at least six months, like it or not."
Elide half jogged, half shuffled to catch up with the other girl. She sent up a silent thank-you that it was in fact, a female and not someone of the male variety. She had enough on her plate at the moment without worrying about some dude getting a hero complex or worse hitting on her. She could very much do without all of that at the moment. "Awesome, thanks." She moved her forehead on her arm, trying to get a rogue piece of her hair out of her face as the girl offered to help, grabbing the coffee from her arms. "Thanks. Nice to meet you Maggie, I'm Elide and yeah, same. I thought I was going to be a one woman snowdog team before I saw you." She grinned and shuffled the items so she could hold them easier, a free hand moving the strand of hair away from her face finally.
She walked in step with the other girl, thankful that she had worn her warmest winter coat. She had almost ordered groceries in, but then she hadn't met the minimum required amount so she had decided to stop being lazy and go do it herself. Nature, in all of its humor, seemed to be ensuring that she stopped being lazy indeed. The other girl asked where she was headed and she vaguely nodded ahead of them, "Straight that-a-way, the Brookgreene Apartments." She had a few blocks to go, more than she wanted to think about at the moment. "I might find somewhere warm to camp out until I can call my roommate though. What about you?" She looked over at the other girl. She wasn't entirely certain that Max would actually drive out in the snow to come get her, but it beat walking a few miles in blizzard conditions.
"Hey, is the library far from here?" She knew the coffee shops would be closed, as well as most of the restaurants. If she remembered correctly though, the library had a large lobby area that they sometimes left open and unlocked after hours so people could drop off books when they weren't open. Maybe if they were lucky, the building could provide a nice spot for warming up.
Elide looked up as Max walked in the door. She gave a nice, welcoming grin, complete with a little wave hello. He looked completely confused and she watched without saying anything else as he backed out of the room slowly. Elide put a hand to her lips, stifling a laugh before sitting on the couch on her knees, leaning over the leather furniture so she could watch his inevitable re-entry into their place.
He walked back in, the picture of a gentleman, a 100 watt smile on his face. She didn't say anything as she listened to him rationalize her being in the wrong place. Her smile faltered and she slowly got up from the couch, walking to her room. She grabbed the lease agreement and made her way back to where he was, a puzzled look on her face as she began speaking, "No. It's definitely this one. Mr. Hunt said this was the only place available and that your lease agreement allowed it. See? Elide Taylor. Right next to yours?" She extended the paper to him, giving him a dorky laugh. "I already paid him my next three shares of the rent plus deposit so I really hope he's not some sort of rent-shark. Rark? Sha-rent? I dunno. I be there's a term out there though."
Elide left him to his reading as she moved to the kitchen, pulling one of her coffee mugs out of her box and rinsing it in the sink before going to the coffee machine. As she poured the heavenly-smelling dark liquid into her cup she spoke up again. "I'm totally going to pay you back for the coffee by the way." She turned to face him and leaned back against the kitchen counter, sipping the liquid before replying, another perfectly pleasant smile on her face. "I'll totally take you up on that offer to help move boxes though. So nice of you."
She walked over to him, "You're really tall. What are you like a football player or something?" She sized him up, clearly a foot or more taller than herself. She took another sip of coffee before tapping her hand to her head, clear embarrassment on her face, "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry, I'm so rude. I'm Elide by the way." She extended her hand as she continued talking, "And you are…Max of course. I mean, I knew that because I obviously read the rental agreement…didn't want any surprises, know what I mean? But introductions are still very important."
Elide was not someone that anyone would refer to as 'mechanically inclined' so when her car's lights randomly continued to blink on and off, she did what anyone with her skillset would do: ignored it. For months. So what if it made noise here or there? So what if the lights came on and off like her own personal Christmas light show? As long as it got her from place A to place B with a functioning speaker system, she was happy. Or rather, she had been happy, until it decided to die in the middle of a blizzard. Technically, it was the ice she hit driving way too fast for conditions that caused her to slide into a ditch that made it die but either way, the car wasn't starting and she figured she was probably to blame.
Elide had been sitting in the car for a while, begging the thing to start up again. She glanced at her phone, knowing it was charged but she hadn't been able to get service for some reason. She tried the emergency line again but the call wouldn't go through. She sighed in irritation, cursing herself for going outside in the snow. It wasn't actually like she had a choice. She had needed supplies. The fact that those supplies were mainly coffee, booze and ice cream was beside the point.
She groaned in irritation, looking out at her surroundings and wondering if she should try to sleep in her car for the night. The snow was piling up though and as she squinted she noticed, seemingly out of nowhere, a figure moving towards her. Elide screamed, an embarrassing girly scream before she noticed it was another person and not some sort of…whatever the hell her mind had instantly jumped to.
She cursed, zipping up her jacket and pushing the car door open. It looked like the decision to leave the car was made up for her. She called out to the other person, "Hey. Hi. Can I join you?" She grabbed the bottle of booze and slipped it into her leggings pocket, the bag of coffee under her arm and cradled a bag of cheetos and three boxes of candy in her arms like a baby.
She moved as fast as she could without slipping, over to the other person, a grin on her face, "I'm Elide. Can I join your little expedition? My crap car died on me."
NOTES ; Ignore the blonde in the Gif, it was the only one I could find with her in a parka lol
"Your country thanks you for your service sir." Not actually. Her bank account did, but definitely not the United States of America. She smiled gratefully at the man who shook his head and assured her that it was the least he could do. She had asked for copies of his leasing agreements and they were all handed over along with the modifications she had needed, all in a yellow file folder, as well as a key to one of the tenant's homes. Her new home actually.
"If you need anything at all, please call this number." She handed him a business card, the FBI logo etched elegantly into the paper. There was only a singular phone number on the card, no name. If he did call it, the communications department would field the call. They rarely actually made the call though. Most were happy with believing they did something for their country. People who had never accomplished their goals in life and needed someone to say they were appreciated and valued. It was pitiful when you really thought about.
Elide made her way to the apartment, sliding her key in the door. She knew it was empty. She had watched it for weeks to figure out his schedule. She shut the door, making sure not to lock it back and took out all of her work forms and items, anything that could even slightly be linked to her and the bureau. She locked it all up, minus the one leasing agreement she needed, completed with a fingerprint scan and a pressing of a code. She jogged down to her car, putting the black box inside the hidden compartment in the trunk. She'd move it to a secured location the next day, in the meantime it was fine where it was. She then grabbed her rolling suitcase, popping the handle so she could stack some boxes on it.
She made her way back to her place, again making sure she didn't lock the door. She went to the spare bedroom, moving a few things off the bed and setting her boxes down on the floor. She set up her laptop and began playing music loudly as she started to unpack. She glanced at her watch, he'd be there soon, pending nothing out of the ordinary happened. Elide went to the kitchen, looking through his cabinets before finding the coffee and getting the pot brewing. She opened the fridge, frowning when she didn't see any coffee creamer.
She moved back to what she would now be referring to as her room and started opening up the suitcases, pulling her clothes out. She grabbed a few dresses out and opened the closet, shoving what few things he had hanging up in there to the side and putting her things front and center.
Elide pulled a blanket out of one of the boxes and went to the living room, draping it over the couch. She was arranging it neatly when she heard the door opening. She called out to him, "Hi! Welcome home. Do you know you're out of coffee creamer?" before giving him a nice, welcoming smile.
[Extrovert] She's a classic extrovert. Very bad at knowing where the line is. Has no sense of personal boundaries or oversharing. She tends to wear her emotions clear and visible and has no issues speaking her mind. She tends to call it how she sees it and rarely pulls punches. She has been referred to as annoying and a pain in the ass more times than she can count. If someone catches her attention she isn't shy about letting them know, whether it's in a good way or not. The only time she can effectively hide her emotions is when she's undercover and that's due to the many, many years of training with the FBI that taught her in that moment, she is who she says she is and whatever feelings are real because there is no alternative. Period. [Driven] When she sets her sights on something there is literally no force on heaven nor earth that will deter her from it. She can be relentless in her pursuit, whether it's a job she wants done or a craving filled from her favorite Chinese place. She is a big fan of the ends justifying the means and has no issues skirting moral lines when it comes down to it. She tends to look at life in not the "I want this goal and then I'll be done", but forever as the "I did that. What's next?" [Calculated] Because of her second...ahem...job. It's not just a handy thing to meticulously be three steps ahead, but a need. While she usually can't hide her emotions well, there is zero chance of anyone figuring out why she did what. Even as they looked at it all on paper, the motives would never be clear unless she explained it. Which she wouldn't. [Impatient and Arrogant] Because of her brash nature, she tends to have zero to little patience, with no tact to correct it kindly. She's more of the "if you can't do it, get the hell out of my way because I can." She has been known to put herself in situations that are dangerous with little regard to herself or teammates on the occasions where things don't go to plan. It isn't quite that she doesn't care. There simply isn't an option of failing when it comes to her and if one of her teammates is injured in the process, then they shouldn't have been there to begin with. [KIND] Believe it or not, she can be a very caring person. Especially if there's puppies or kids involved. She has no bleeding heart for grown people who whine and cry about their situations or surroundings, but if kids are involved she can get quite protective and go to long lengths to correct situations.
[attr="class","ozapptitle"]BIOGRAPHY
Elide was born on a military base in Arizona. Her parents were toxic for each other and when she was nine years old, her father killed her mother over a drug dispute before turning the gun on himself. She was placed with her grandparents, her grandfather an Air Force vet and her grandmother a nurse. They tried to correct her early childhood, but the damage was done and Elide quickly realized that controlling her surroundings was paramount to survival. She grew up learning how to manipulate the image of an honor roll, all-american, abstaining kind of young girl while simultaneously breaking into police cars and getting tattoos. She thrived on the thrill of it all. She felt herself soothed when she controlled what cards were played and which were held.
Her life was shaped even further as she visited a police station with the rest of her high school class. The narcotics division was celebrating a win, and as the chief proudly proclaimed that the amount they were looking at was well over 300 grand on the streets her eyebrows raised. While her other classmates were thinking about being the hero and saving their fair town from drugs, she was thinking that was a really quick way to make a lot of cash. She wasn't stupid though, she had no interest in dropping into the drug trade. That would require patience, time spent learning, and working her way up that deadly ladder. She instead focused on the direct route.
She enrolled in Arizona State University, and upon graduation with a degree in criminal justice, immediately enrolled into her local police force, narcotics division. Her grandparents had long passed and once she was on the PD roster for two years, she applied for the FBI, never to look back at Arizona again. It was easy, much too easy, to play the part of a good girl who didn't want to see what happened to her, happen to anyone else. They ate it up. She spent three years in training and on various teams here and there until finally making it to her preferred position as a special agent. She spent a year in Virginia, undercover. During that time she began cutting the middle-man out of the picture and seizing the drugs for herself. She never used of course, but she knew people who did.
The past year she has surmounted a sizeable personal ring of dealers who are under her, reporting to her and her alone, under the alias of Rhiya. When the virus broke out, it was clear that Lethford was not only becoming ground zero for the thing, but also number one in the drug trade. She arranged things behind scenes to get sent to Lethford officially, under the guise of ending the rings with the backing of the FBI. She assumed the cover of a journalist, using the FBI's resources to fabricate a bogus online journal, appearing as having been in publication for years instead of just days. Slowly she's making her way into the under workings of the town, looking at all pieces carefully before making her play.