Post by Hannah Flatfield on Oct 14, 2012 11:23:14 GMT -8
HANNAH, FLATFIELD
PLAYED BY: NINA DEBROV
THE CHARACTER
FULL NAME: Hannah Darlene Flatfield
NICK NAMES:Princess, Hannah, Little Flats
PREFERRED NAME: Hannah
AGE: 18 years.
GENDER: female
OCCUPATION: High School student, worked part time at Starbucks
HOME REGION:Northeast
PREFERRED WEAPONS:9mm pistol concealed in her messenger bag. She usually just points it, then puts it back and runs. She can never hit what she's aiming at so she just decides against it.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Brown eyed girl with untouched natural dark hair. Hannah has always been a healthy, well nourished girl. With occasional trips to the gym She has most of the symmetrical features. Nice teeth, their father being an orthodontist and all saw to that. Smooth skin that only briefly saw acne a few years ago, but clearly is was not much of an encounter. Her style has always been considered fashionable, always matching, and looking cute, whether it be a hoodie and some jeans, or dolled up in some boots and a blazer.
She stands about 5'7 and has perfect posture- thanks to a mother who was always hounding her children. She has a habit of rolling her eyes, not always meant for an attitude, just a habit she picked up from the group of people she had hung out with prior to this whole shebang. For most of the time can be caught with a grin. After all she was taught to be a charming lady, so when ever greeting someone she has to make them feel warm and welcomed and appreciated, just the way she was brought up so it has become instinctive nature.
PERSONALITY: Hannah has always led two lives, the one that her mother deemed appropriate. Being a modest, caring, flattering lady. Then the one that she developed at school. The one where she swore, and laughed loud, and insulted her friends daily- because that's just what they did. The shrugged off homework assignments until the last minute, riding around town looking at boys and picking up other friends, spending more money than they had.
The two faces of Hannah have a few things in common. One is she really does care, whether she just met you, or have known you all along, she cares about your circumstances, and cares about what you're doing and how you're feeling. She's the empathetic kind. The one who bawls at the end of Monster's Inc., and the Titanic just the same. Hell she even shed a few during Lion King. She has a loud laugh that always made her mother look over and hush, even as a child, her mother would shush her laugh. It wasn't a polite laugh, it was a gut wrencher laugh that would usually cause the rest of the room to erupt in it, everyone except, of course, her mother.
Hannah never was one for resentment in relationships, but when wronged she has a hard time letting go. Not necessarily holding grudges, but definitely not a quick forgiver, there would always be a coldness to the touch, and voice. An ever growing distance. She would never come right out and say it, but it would be pretty obvious if in a couple weeks she never spoke to you again.
Privately, Hannah likes to be creative, this is a side that no one had seen except for her brother, she loved to write stories, and draw pictures. She wanted to attend art school after high school, she knew he parents wouldn't support it so she had been applying for scholarships all school year not telling them. Her brother Wes had said he would help if she needed anything, unfortunately she never got the chance.
She likes to be close to people, to know everything about them, and have them know everything about her. She has no great secrets, and if just a fun open kind of girl.
LIKES
- Fitness- always been a huge part of her life. She liked to have a buddy when working out so that way it gives it that competitive edge. Now more than ever she is thankful for the fact that she's remained in shape and can run for long periods of time.
- Sunshine- something about the sun being out processes nothing too terribly wrong can go wrong, yes this is false, but it the kind of mentality she has, seeing how all this disaster has occurred during the fall and the sun has been out less and less she feels safer with the light is on her side.
- Fashion- Yes, Hannah is the kind of girl who raids the mall during the zombie apocalypse.
- Jokes- she not necessarily good at telling them, or remembering punch lines, but she likes to laugh and a good one can usually get her going.
- Animals- she's always been an animal lover, but was never allowed to have a pet growing up, her mother always said that they were too much work and made too much of a mess.
DISLIKES
- Being told, "No" - it hurts everyone's pride, and cuts Hannah's pretty deeply. She'll usually clam up after that one and metaphorically cross her arms and pout.
- Reading- she'd never been a big reader, always the one who always watches the movie and claims to know the story. She's not a dumb girl, just always found something more interesting to do than flip pages.
- Crying- No one likes to feel bad and whenever she cries she feels pretty sad.
- Death- it is a pretty horrible thing. She absolutely hates it. Being surrounded by it does not make her happy. She'd never known it before and it's something she wishes she never did.
- Zombies- well, they are not too popular.
HISTORY BEFORE: She grew up in the Hampton's, living a privileged life. Her father was an extremely successful stock broker, and her mother stayed home to raise the babies. Weston came first, and two years later Little Hannah followed. She was enrolled in a private school as soon as she came in age, and was taught discipline with school studies and manners.
She quickly became a Daddy's girl when her mother would nitpick everything. Although her father's work would cause the normal person to extreme levels of stress, her father was always just tired, and relaxed. He would listen to Hannah's tales that seemed to go on forever. Never yawning, or interrupting, or even multitasking as he listened. When Hannah would finally be finished he would pat her head, say a couple word comment and then go about his business, and Hannah, feeling satisfied would go on about hers.
As mentioned before, her mother was always critiquing everything about her. "Stand up straight", "shoulders back", "close your mouth when you chew", "elbows off the table", "that's not lady like", and so on, and so on. As the children grew older they moved to New York City, still keeping their beach house for the summers, but they wanted more options for their children. It was already decided by their parents that Wes would follow in his father's footsteps, and Hannah would get a general degree and marry and start having babies, even though that was never discussed out loud, she knew this was the directions he was heading; just like her own mother.
Hannah attended a public high school, despite her mother's wishes, Daddy granted that one. She fit right in, people found her funny and nice, and smart, and just really down to Earth. Her looks didn't hurt the situation of course, girls at first gave her the cold shoulder, but after they saw how cool she was they flocked right to her. She never really acknowledged the leadership role these new friends had assigned to her she just was enjoying being around people who didn't have unlimited funds to go blow on anything, and people who didn't spend every second talking about designers and college, and SAT scores.
She still did all the activities her mother expected of her, but instead of going to the country club to hang out with the other Social Elites, she would spend the night at her new friends' homes, or sleep in because she went out after the football game. She was happy and she was going places, or so she thought.
DURING APOCALYPSE: Marie Flatfield was ill, she was in a critical care out in Los Angeles, so all four Flatfields flew out to be with her. Hannah had her phone in her lap as they waited in the waiting room for further news about their father's mother.
"Put that away," he mother hissed in a whisper, and Hannah rolled her eyes and slipped it back into her bag. Her eyes landed on Wes who was sipping on his coffee the nurse had offered. He was amused at Hannah getting scolded she sneered and tried to look in another direction that didn't upset her.
She wasn't too upset though, she knew the things that irked her mother and often did them just to get a reaction from the proper woman, who hated showing too many emotions outside of the home.
Her brother nodded for her to follow him out of the hospital.
"Where are you going?" Her mother's shrill voice was a sharp whisper. For someone who had been complaining of coming down with a fever earlier this morning she sure was catty.
"For a walk," her brother responded calmly before Hannah said something that would have come across rude. Her mother turned with her nose in the air, and readjusted her blazer as she dismissed them with silence. Touching her face to feel the heat rising. Hannah followed Wes out of the lobby. They stood away from the building, and Wes pulled out his pack of smokes, offered his sister one and she crinkled her nose and shook her head. He leaned against a street lamp.
"You think Grandma's gonna die?" She asked shoving her hands into her pocket. Wes shrugged and looked away from his sister and out into the parking lot.
"What do you think that guys is doing?" He said nodding over to a man who was stumbling through the parking lot. At first Hannah thought the observation was rude, clearly the man had a limp, and was probably coming to the hospital to get checked out. But then her eyes focused on the distorted face, there was something twisted about it. Honestly, it made her take a step back, closer to her brother who was exhaling smoke, a disgusting habit in her opinion and could hardly stand the smell. Not to mention if she walked back in the hospital and her mother smelt it there would be no way she believed it was Wes. No it was always Hannah, she was the one with flaws.
"You think he's okay?" She whispered.
"Does he look okay?" Wes stood, flicked the cigarette and walked towards the guy. Wes could be the gentleman their mother groomed the moment he needed to be."Sir, are you alright?" The man's attention shifted to Wes. Hannah followed closely behind her brother. The man's face was extremely contorted, he was missing strips of flesh from his cheeks, and the whites of his eyes were more blood shot than Hannah had ever seen.
The man proceeded to break to Wes in an unexpected sprint. The sprint obviously startling both of them caused a momentary pause. Hannah was the one who snapped into it first. She pulled Wes and caused the motion for both of them to head back in the direction they came from. She had never been charged before, so she surprised herself with how quickly she reacted. They raced back into the hospital and informed security about the lunatic outside. The heavy hospital noon-5 guard, nodded and trotted outside, Wes and Hannah followed. To their horror the man had found a victim and a woman's scream filled the air as he was tearing into her flesh.
"He's eating her," Hannah said, horror stunned her face. Wes blinked a few times and then grabbed his sister's hand and led them back to their parents. Reaching back inside of the hospital, utter chaos had struck their mother was laying slouched onto the chair, and Hannah knew she was dead, for their mother never slouched. Wes went over to her, and knelt before, her calling for her. Shaking her and then realization had sunk in. Hannah and her brother looked at one another not understanding. People were screaming, and death was settling in, people were pushing through the swinging hospital doors, and they did not look like normal people, but just like the man out in the parking lot.
Wes then made the decision to rise and run with his little sister. The streets were crowded with evacuation and people directing this. They would have thought the hospital would have been the first to be notified of an evacuation. Military was all over directing, and shooting, and with each shot Hannah jumped and clung to her brother who was calling to people for explanations.
All they could hear was gun shots, and people screaming, shouts of "ARE YOU INFECTED??" When people asked further questions they were shot, no answer guess that meant a yes to these guns. Wes led his sister and followed a large group of people who were screaming. Eventually the siblings were separated, and haven't seen one another since. Hannah kept following people until there were no alive people left. She's been struggling, she found a gun on a body, and that's her only protection, that and her speed.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE: from Abby
Abby ran a dirty hand through her short hair, the oils were slick. Disgusting. She gritted her teeth. She had always been the kind of person who was perfectly groomed. Not necessarily dolled up, but defiantly clean. Which no one would believe considering she was currently primping in a truck stop restroom on I5, she had bared the door so she could finally get some sleep, but even in sleep she dreamed of them, and that was enough to wake her back up. She finally gave up, splashing her face with water and was ready to head out again. Well, ready was an overstatement. More tired of sitting with her back against this bared door on a floor that probably hadn't been swept since the bathroom was built. She emerged slowly, pulling the straps to the back pack she wore as tight as they could go, in case she would need to make a break for it, she couldn't lose what little supplies she had.
The sun was on her face, giving her that moment of blinding vulnerability. But then the moment was over. The empty stop was clear, of cars or movement. She proceeded.
The day was a warm one, for being the third week of September. But she refused to uncover her arms. Her mind flashed to the little girl she had found near a bridge, the little girl was below, looking into the water, Abby called to her, began to run to her, who would leave a young child alone in this time? Perhaps she had no one? The young girl had turned, and was no longed human. Her jaw slack, and lips rotting away. Those eyes, so feral. Abby knew what she was, so why didn't she run? Because this girl was wearing one of those cute tee shirts that said something along the lines of "Someone who loves me got me this shirt from Arizona" It was such a human thing. It froze her for a moment. A sign of humanity, on something so far from it.
Abby's chest began to heave with silent sobs, from the stress of everything surrounding her, to the depressing truth that this young girl was infected and would never play or laugh again. The girl watched Abby, then began to walk forward. A child learning how to walk all over again. Abby looked away, such a horrid sight, the drying blood on the edge of her mouth meant she had eaten recently, perhaps that was why she wasn't charging Abby, she wasn't desperate, like that ones in the city who were going on week two of old corpses. Only fools are in the city, Abby thought back to her classmates trapped in the university, she knew not all were immune, so soon they would be turning too, Fools, and those desperate.
The child's small feet sunk into the soft ground with each step and took effort to get out, but she didn't take her eyes off of Abby. Abby began to back up slowly, but when the little girl saw the chance of Abby fleeing she lunged, clamping her clammy hands onto Abby's wrist. Abby shrieked, and was able to pull her hand out of the child's grasp and with her long legs, a few strides and she was out of reach, and she got out of there. Not looking back. Ever.
So now, sleeves were a necessity. She had seen people get infected from open wounds caused by them. She retched after she stopped running, and when she stood back up she still felt the cold grip on her wrist. Sleeves, no matter how hot that sun got on her body. She uncapped a water bottle kept in the side of her pack, swigged enough to keep her mouth moist, then placed it back. The thin woman began to walk around the building to make sure there really was no one around. Living or dead.
word count:685
PLANS: What's going to happen with your character?
ANYTHING ELSE?: Wes is alive and well, also searching for his sister, he will be played by Rojo! Yay!ABOUT THE AUTHOR
GO BY: Max.
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: B?
HOW DID YOU FIND US?:Creating it!
PASSWORD:*****
TIME ZONE:Pacific
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