StoreOkay so, I've made a post that timeskips us about a week. The museum assault is to take a day in-game and then Tyler will begin his assault on Haywood the next day, which is the climax of the second season.
@Shelton, Antagonist, and Roran Hawkins, I'm sorry that your characters got caught up in the timeskip. Feel free to make a post about what your characters were doing during the week if you want, or just proceed from where we are. Up to you. PM me if you have any questions.
Also, sorry about posting a bunch in a row, the posts are just better off separated.
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The New Orleans Museum of Art - Aoife/Cody/Sylar/Hex
The New Orleans Museum of Art had been made into a stronghold that valued luxury over security. The gang living within its walls were a disciplined sort, participating in drills and exercises at seemingly all hours of the day. It was a regiment that put Reggie's own to shame, though it was one made for turning the gang into an elite attack force rather than for their own personal safety. With the catacombs gang out of commission, it seemed that the art museum group had believed they were safe from attack.
With a week of seeking out Samantha's killer and dodging constant suspicion behind him, Reggie was out for blood. The men behind Ben's death would pay for their lives, no matter their strength or number. With the addition of the newer scouts and Sylar's group, Reggie's force was looking capable enough to take down just about anyone.
That's what Reggie wanted to believe, at least.
The museum was not lacking in entrances, but Reggie believed an assault on the enemy's front door would be ultimately advantageous for the scouts. With Sylar's info, they knew when the gang would be sending out their own scouting force, leaving the museum ripe for an attack. Their initial assault would be akin to punching a hole right through the gang and would establish a foothold on the inside for the scouts. With a pair of small groups sent to secure the other entrances, the assault would be complete.
With Sylar's words a week ago echoing in his head, Reggie chose to keep Thomas close to his side, in case the man decided to do something strange. It was decided then that his friends would be put into the smaller groups. Accompanying Reggie as well would be his most loyal members, Simon and Phon. As Sylar had been in charge of watching the museum for a week, he was also to join Reggie in the frontal assault, though he would lead the sharpshooter group that was to cover their assault from a distance until the fighting moved inside. Many of the newer members were put into this group, including both Cody and Hex. The rest were stuck with Reggie.
Sent out first were Rudy and Jerry's teams, who would lie in wait until Reggie started the attack. The initial fighting would allow them to infiltrate the other entrances without much resistance. Perfect for the female scouts, so Reggie believed. Aoife was sent with Rudy while Amanda was sent with Jerry.
There was little to discuss before the plan went underway. The newer scouts had been initially excited for the operation, but fear had settled into them and they could think of little more to do than hang off of Reggie's every word and command. They followed obediently, letting Reggie lead them unwaveringly in the battle ahead. Although some of them worried about the home they had left behind, they were all ready to lay down their lives for Outpost.
***
Marcus Booker was eating in one of the exhibition halls when he heard the gunshots. He began choking on his bread, coughing and sputtering as shouting erupted from somewhere within the museum. A pair of boys rushed into the room, but Marcus raised his hand in the air to stop them. He pointed outside, silently ordering them to assist in whatever was happening. They turned around and left, leaving Marcus to finish swallowing down his food.
"Barker!" he yelled, pushing himself out of his seat. "The hell is happening?! Barker?!"
The man named Barker entered from the next room, already armed and ready to go. He was a tall lanky man with a pointed beard that made him look older than he actually was. Despite being quite younger than Marcus, Barker was the one in charge around the museum. He gave Marcus a pointed look and nodded toward the hallway.
"We'll deal with it," was all he said before leaving. Marcus shook his head followed after him.
***
As expected, the gang hadn't been expecting them, although that did little to help the gunfire flying over Reggie's head. The men guarding the entrance had been killed before they even knew what was happening. The gunfire brought some of the gang outside, but the scouts had been more than ready for them. It would be a stand-off for a precious few minutes, but Reggie knew that the sheer force of his scouts would overwhelm the enemy eventually.
Reggie screamed in order to be heard. "Phon! Watch the entrance! Take them out if they appear!"
There were members of the gang outside already firing off shots behind the cover the stairwell to the entrance provided. The gang had set up vehicles and sandbags further from the entrance for their own defences, but the scouts were able to make use of the cover instead. It was up to the sharp shooters now to assist them in getting inside the building. "Fucking hell!" someone yelled, probably Simon. Shots were flying constantly and it was hard to get a read on the situation. When Reggie began to fear for his plan, the sharpshooters managed to come through and take out a couple of men at the entrance. Reggie's group roared with confidence as they proceeded to roll through the remaining men.
All that was left was to rush inside.
Lauren - Haywood - Rob
She was too upset to listen. Too angry to even give Daniel's words a chance. She had stayed silent while Daniel spoke with her, telling her all kinds of what she thought of as bullshit. He assured her that he was one of the good guys and that he had her best interest at heart. How could any of that be true when they had locked up Bull? His death was on their hands, no matter who did the slaying. Haywood hadn't been content with just slaying the kidnapped women, they had to slay her man as well. Not only that, but also slay themselves in the process. Any group that could gouge themselves so thoroughly was surely no good place for Katie or herself to be.
But Lauren was spared having to listen to more of the man's drivel when he left suddenly, leaving her alone with Rob. Lauren would have rather gone out to look for Katie, but it wasn't possible in her condition. She was forced to listen as Rob continued where Daniel left off. When she couldn't stand it any longer, she finally spoke up. "You all blame that man, but where did that man come from? There must be something in the water, because I see nothing good coming out of Haywood. Your previous leader was selling off your women. When you came to save them, all you did was end up slaughtering them!"
She'd said more than she wanted to. She wouldn't be surprised if she ended up dead before the night was over and she would never get Katie to safety then. She needed to control her anger and stop being so foolish. "... But I'm alive thanks to all of you. There's that, at least. Please, just give me some time."
The New Orleans Museum of Art had been made into a stronghold that valued luxury over security. The gang living within its walls were a disciplined sort, participating in drills and exercises at seemingly all hours of the day. It was a regiment that put Reggie's own to shame, though it was one made for turning the gang into an elite attack force rather than for their own personal safety. With the catacombs gang out of commission, it seemed that the art museum group had believed they were safe from attack.
With a week of seeking out Samantha's killer and dodging constant suspicion behind him, Reggie was out for blood. The men behind Ben's death would pay for their lives, no matter their strength or number. With the addition of the newer scouts and Sylar's group, Reggie's force was looking capable enough to take down just about anyone.
That's what Reggie wanted to believe, at least.
The museum was not lacking in entrances, but Reggie believed an assault on the enemy's front door would be ultimately advantageous for the scouts. With Sylar's info, they knew when the gang would be sending out their own scouting force, leaving the museum ripe for an attack. Their initial assault would be akin to punching a hole right through the gang and would establish a foothold on the inside for the scouts. With a pair of small groups sent to secure the other entrances, the assault would be complete.
With Sylar's words a week ago echoing in his head, Reggie chose to keep Thomas close to his side, in case the man decided to do something strange. It was decided then that his friends would be put into the smaller groups. Accompanying Reggie as well would be his most loyal members, Simon and Phon. As Sylar had been in charge of watching the museum for a week, he was also to join Reggie in the frontal assault, though he would lead the sharpshooter group that was to cover their assault from a distance until the fighting moved inside. Many of the newer members were put into this group, including both Cody and Hex. The rest were stuck with Reggie.
Sent out first were Rudy and Jerry's teams, who would lie in wait until Reggie started the attack. The initial fighting would allow them to infiltrate the other entrances without much resistance. Perfect for the female scouts, so Reggie believed. Aoife was sent with Rudy while Amanda was sent with Jerry.
There was little to discuss before the plan went underway. The newer scouts had been initially excited for the operation, but fear had settled into them and they could think of little more to do than hang off of Reggie's every word and command. They followed obediently, letting Reggie lead them unwaveringly in the battle ahead. Although some of them worried about the home they had left behind, they were all ready to lay down their lives for Outpost.
***
Marcus Booker was eating in one of the exhibition halls when he heard the gunshots. He began choking on his bread, coughing and sputtering as shouting erupted from somewhere within the museum. A pair of boys rushed into the room, but Marcus raised his hand in the air to stop them. He pointed outside, silently ordering them to assist in whatever was happening. They turned around and left, leaving Marcus to finish swallowing down his food.
"Barker!" he yelled, pushing himself out of his seat. "The hell is happening?! Barker?!"
The man named Barker entered from the next room, already armed and ready to go. He was a tall lanky man with a pointed beard that made him look older than he actually was. Despite being quite younger than Marcus, Barker was the one in charge around the museum. He gave Marcus a pointed look and nodded toward the hallway.
"We'll deal with it," was all he said before leaving. Marcus shook his head followed after him.
***
As expected, the gang hadn't been expecting them, although that did little to help the gunfire flying over Reggie's head. The men guarding the entrance had been killed before they even knew what was happening. The gunfire brought some of the gang outside, but the scouts had been more than ready for them. It would be a stand-off for a precious few minutes, but Reggie knew that the sheer force of his scouts would overwhelm the enemy eventually.
Reggie screamed in order to be heard. "Phon! Watch the entrance! Take them out if they appear!"
There were members of the gang outside already firing off shots behind the cover the stairwell to the entrance provided. The gang had set up vehicles and sandbags further from the entrance for their own defences, but the scouts were able to make use of the cover instead. It was up to the sharp shooters now to assist them in getting inside the building. "Fucking hell!" someone yelled, probably Simon. Shots were flying constantly and it was hard to get a read on the situation. When Reggie began to fear for his plan, the sharpshooters managed to come through and take out a couple of men at the entrance. Reggie's group roared with confidence as they proceeded to roll through the remaining men.
All that was left was to rush inside.
Lauren - Haywood - Rob
She was too upset to listen. Too angry to even give Daniel's words a chance. She had stayed silent while Daniel spoke with her, telling her all kinds of what she thought of as bullshit. He assured her that he was one of the good guys and that he had her best interest at heart. How could any of that be true when they had locked up Bull? His death was on their hands, no matter who did the slaying. Haywood hadn't been content with just slaying the kidnapped women, they had to slay her man as well. Not only that, but also slay themselves in the process. Any group that could gouge themselves so thoroughly was surely no good place for Katie or herself to be.
But Lauren was spared having to listen to more of the man's drivel when he left suddenly, leaving her alone with Rob. Lauren would have rather gone out to look for Katie, but it wasn't possible in her condition. She was forced to listen as Rob continued where Daniel left off. When she couldn't stand it any longer, she finally spoke up. "You all blame that man, but where did that man come from? There must be something in the water, because I see nothing good coming out of Haywood. Your previous leader was selling off your women. When you came to save them, all you did was end up slaughtering them!"
She'd said more than she wanted to. She wouldn't be surprised if she ended up dead before the night was over and she would never get Katie to safety then. She needed to control her anger and stop being so foolish. "... But I'm alive thanks to all of you. There's that, at least. Please, just give me some time."
Outpost - Bex - Hex
He wasn't entirely sure what he was seeing. Had he officially gone insane? Had he been drinking? Maybe he had been, if Hex of all people was calling him "buddy". Bex stood stiffly, unsure how to respond to this man. With everything that was going on, the last thing they needed was a complication. Especially a complication as gross as Hex.
"What are doing here?" Bex asked, still in a state of shock. "You're-- Alive?" Bex shook his head. "I'm not your buddy, Hex. I never have been." He stepped forward menacingly in an attempt to make Hex uncomfortable. "I don't know how the hell you ended up here, but there are a few things you need to know before you even think about staying. Tyler is here, but you do not call him Tyler. His name is Thomas now. No, actually, he is Thomas now. Tyler no longer exists." If only that were true, Bex lamented.
"Don't mess with these people and don't mess with us, Hex. Tyler was ready to kill you back in the catacombs, so be happy Thomas is a bit kinder. I don't know how kind he'll be if you fuck us over." Bex was unbelievably angry, but he had no time to deal with this man. There would be a council meeting soon and Bex figured he had to be there. He turned around and left before Hex could respond.
Outpost - Reggie - Alex/Nelson
Entering the nurse's station now was Reggie, who looked about as sour as he could be. He gave Alex a long heavy look before speaking. "There's been an incident." Reggie crossed the room and stood before the two men. "You'll know soon enough what's happened, but I should tell you now. One of our own, Samantha, has been killed." Reggie stared at Alex while he gave the news. When he was satisfied, his gaze turned toward the guy with the broken nose. "Unfortunately for you, no one is to leave Outpost until the killer is caught, although I doubt you could anyway with the state we found you in. Your car was beyond repair and you were alone. I'm sorry if you had anyone with you at the time."
Fortunately for Nelson, he was just about the only one Reggie knew couldn't have committed the murder. He could not say the same for Alex, however. The exact details of Samantha's murder was a mystery. If this was another mutiny attempt, surely it was a group of people. It could even be his own scouts, Reggie realised.
"Alex, report back to your cabin immediately. I have something to discuss with the scouts. Do not talk to anyone along the way or do anything but this, for I will treat that as suspicious." With that, Reggie was gone, leaving the two men alone. He would be a very busy man soon enough.
Outpost
Outpost was a difficult place to live for the for the next few days. Both Nelson and Hex were forced to live within Outpost's walls whether they wanted to or not. Their probation was put on hold for when the murderer was caught, whenever that may be. Reggie was out for blood, angered not only by the depravity of the murder but by the council meddling into his affairs. If he did not find the murderer soon, it could mean the worst for Outpost. He became an irritable person, lashing out at not only his own scouts but at the the people of Outpost. He pulled random individuals into his cabin for questioning, often berating them mentally. He screamed and yelled, demanding they reveal themselves as the murderer. No one ever did.
The week continued without a murderer being found. Reggie only grew angrier and the people were becoming wary him. Rumors were started by Matt's group that Reggie was the murderer and the gossip spread like wildfire. Normally Reggie was a man who was respected, but lately he had become a man feared and reviled. He not only had to deal with finding the murderer, but had to deal with the larger community suspecting him. Though his scouts were still willing to follow him, Reggie found that the newer ones were looking antsy and ready to defect. He had taken on a few more, including the man named Hex, during the week, but Reggie knew he couldn't hold them together much longer.
It was for this reason that Reggie had to abandon Outpost. He was running himself up against a wall trying to find the murderer when the real danger still lurked outside their walls. With a little brute force, Reggie managed to escape with the majority of his scouts, setting them off toward The Pub. He left Alex behind, just as he said he would, though it was with reservation that Reggie decided to bring Aoife and Amanda. Rudy, Thomas, Bex, and Enrique followed the man, but discussed watching the man in case he did anything strange. They couldn't let him get away with murder, after all.
With Reggie gone, Outpost turned chaotic. Elliot and George came forward with the journal they found, stating that it was proof that Reggie killed Samantha. As Reggie and his scouts fled for reasons unknown to most, it was believed that was further proof of the man's guilt. Before long, almost all of Outpost believed that Reggie was a murderer. However, as no one knew if the scouts would return, the council were forced to temporarily draft a new scouting team for the time being. Though they believed the murderer was gone, Outpost was still in a state of unfortunate upheaval.
He wasn't entirely sure what he was seeing. Had he officially gone insane? Had he been drinking? Maybe he had been, if Hex of all people was calling him "buddy". Bex stood stiffly, unsure how to respond to this man. With everything that was going on, the last thing they needed was a complication. Especially a complication as gross as Hex.
"What are doing here?" Bex asked, still in a state of shock. "You're-- Alive?" Bex shook his head. "I'm not your buddy, Hex. I never have been." He stepped forward menacingly in an attempt to make Hex uncomfortable. "I don't know how the hell you ended up here, but there are a few things you need to know before you even think about staying. Tyler is here, but you do not call him Tyler. His name is Thomas now. No, actually, he is Thomas now. Tyler no longer exists." If only that were true, Bex lamented.
"Don't mess with these people and don't mess with us, Hex. Tyler was ready to kill you back in the catacombs, so be happy Thomas is a bit kinder. I don't know how kind he'll be if you fuck us over." Bex was unbelievably angry, but he had no time to deal with this man. There would be a council meeting soon and Bex figured he had to be there. He turned around and left before Hex could respond.
Outpost - Reggie - Alex/Nelson
Entering the nurse's station now was Reggie, who looked about as sour as he could be. He gave Alex a long heavy look before speaking. "There's been an incident." Reggie crossed the room and stood before the two men. "You'll know soon enough what's happened, but I should tell you now. One of our own, Samantha, has been killed." Reggie stared at Alex while he gave the news. When he was satisfied, his gaze turned toward the guy with the broken nose. "Unfortunately for you, no one is to leave Outpost until the killer is caught, although I doubt you could anyway with the state we found you in. Your car was beyond repair and you were alone. I'm sorry if you had anyone with you at the time."
Fortunately for Nelson, he was just about the only one Reggie knew couldn't have committed the murder. He could not say the same for Alex, however. The exact details of Samantha's murder was a mystery. If this was another mutiny attempt, surely it was a group of people. It could even be his own scouts, Reggie realised.
"Alex, report back to your cabin immediately. I have something to discuss with the scouts. Do not talk to anyone along the way or do anything but this, for I will treat that as suspicious." With that, Reggie was gone, leaving the two men alone. He would be a very busy man soon enough.
Outpost
Outpost was a difficult place to live for the for the next few days. Both Nelson and Hex were forced to live within Outpost's walls whether they wanted to or not. Their probation was put on hold for when the murderer was caught, whenever that may be. Reggie was out for blood, angered not only by the depravity of the murder but by the council meddling into his affairs. If he did not find the murderer soon, it could mean the worst for Outpost. He became an irritable person, lashing out at not only his own scouts but at the the people of Outpost. He pulled random individuals into his cabin for questioning, often berating them mentally. He screamed and yelled, demanding they reveal themselves as the murderer. No one ever did.
The week continued without a murderer being found. Reggie only grew angrier and the people were becoming wary him. Rumors were started by Matt's group that Reggie was the murderer and the gossip spread like wildfire. Normally Reggie was a man who was respected, but lately he had become a man feared and reviled. He not only had to deal with finding the murderer, but had to deal with the larger community suspecting him. Though his scouts were still willing to follow him, Reggie found that the newer ones were looking antsy and ready to defect. He had taken on a few more, including the man named Hex, during the week, but Reggie knew he couldn't hold them together much longer.
It was for this reason that Reggie had to abandon Outpost. He was running himself up against a wall trying to find the murderer when the real danger still lurked outside their walls. With a little brute force, Reggie managed to escape with the majority of his scouts, setting them off toward The Pub. He left Alex behind, just as he said he would, though it was with reservation that Reggie decided to bring Aoife and Amanda. Rudy, Thomas, Bex, and Enrique followed the man, but discussed watching the man in case he did anything strange. They couldn't let him get away with murder, after all.
With Reggie gone, Outpost turned chaotic. Elliot and George came forward with the journal they found, stating that it was proof that Reggie killed Samantha. As Reggie and his scouts fled for reasons unknown to most, it was believed that was further proof of the man's guilt. Before long, almost all of Outpost believed that Reggie was a murderer. However, as no one knew if the scouts would return, the council were forced to temporarily draft a new scouting team for the time being. Though they believed the murderer was gone, Outpost was still in a state of unfortunate upheaval.
TheDoctor said
Before I make my post can I have a description of Haywood and what's near it so I don't mix up anything?
Previously a community and trading post in the middle of New Orleans. It is centred around an apartment complex and the immediate surrounding area (including any houses) are within its walls. The previous leader, Bruce Levi, was overthrown by Haywood's citizens when it was revealed he had been selling off the community's women for supplies. After, Daniel Crowe took over, but a man named Robert Dalton grew paranoid and unhappy with Daniel's leadership. He eventually split Haywood's militia in two and started a fight between them. The fight was catastrophic, allowing large groups of walkers into the settlement. A large percentage of Haywood's population was killed and now only a dozen people reside over the remains.
Bex - Outpost - Matt
Bex had been a part of the crowd during the meeting. He had accepted what was happening and felt shame over his inaction. It wasn't right-- He knew that. This was all just ruthless... the work of desperate power hungry men. Neither Bex nor Tyler could really be sure that Katie would be at Haywood. It may have been the best lead, but one that could ultimately go nowhere. To kill an innocent person was wrong anyway, but to do it over a gamble? Something about that felt weird and monstrous. Clear proof that Thomas was little more than an illusion.
But Bex wasn't sure why he was going a long with it. Perhaps he was too tired to care at this point. This world was a lonely place now and Bex had no one but Tyler. Beckett had once had a wife and a pretty baby girl, but Bex had no one but a madman. It almost felt like there was nothing good to find any longer, neither within himself or in the people around him. If ruthless men were the only ones left, then perhaps Bex could be forgiven for following one. It was a slightly comforting idea, even if only a naive excuse.
***
He had found himself wandering after the crowd dispersed, his mind adrift. His thoughts wavered between his past life and his new life. He didn't like thinking much about the life of Beckett and his wife, Terra, but Bex sometimes couldn't help himself. She would probably think him disgusting nowadays.
Bex stepped into the classroom to find what he believed to be the entire group of sign language students sitting about the room nervously. Rudy was in the middle of a heated conversation with Tyler, apparently. "Thomas, this is just fucked up! How are any of us supposed to feel safe around here now? Samantha didn't deserve-"
Bex approached the pair and Rudy suddenly cut himself off. "And now he's here, again," Rudy said. "Do you think he's targeted as well? He's your fucking friend so maybe you'll give a shit about him!"
Tyler only stared, his face conveying utter calm. "It was only a warning, I believe. I doubt there will be a second attack, but even then..." Tyler left them to approach Matt's desk. The journal they had read this morning was laying out open. "But we know who did this. We know who killed Samantha." Tyler took the book and flipped to one of the pages to read from it. "It's done. Myriah is safe, but at a great loss. My part in these events weigh heavily on me, but they can not be undone now. My only choice moving forward is to acknowledge how far down I'm willing to drag myself and to aspire to protect this community in the face of what has happened. It is with deep regret that I say goodbye to you, Jonah. I'm sorry."
Tyler then put the book down and looked around the room. "Reggie did this. He was a part of the mutiny and he's done this as a warning to us. Samantha was caught sneaking around the night Reggie's journal goes missing. Reggie knew what she was doing killed her for it."
Rudy let out a deep breath. "Okay, fine. But Reggie was out on a mission this morning. How'd he kill Sam then?"
"It only takes a second to make a rash decision," Tyler said. "Once he found the journal missing, all it would have taken was an order. Then while Reggie was gone, well..."
Bex was unsure if Tyler realized that the free scouts would have been a bit too hungover to murder someone. Rudy didn't seem to realize this either. "Then, maybe Phon... Or Simon. Or... Fuck! Fuck all of this." Rudy swore loudly and left the room, leaving everyone in nervous silence.
Bex had been a part of the crowd during the meeting. He had accepted what was happening and felt shame over his inaction. It wasn't right-- He knew that. This was all just ruthless... the work of desperate power hungry men. Neither Bex nor Tyler could really be sure that Katie would be at Haywood. It may have been the best lead, but one that could ultimately go nowhere. To kill an innocent person was wrong anyway, but to do it over a gamble? Something about that felt weird and monstrous. Clear proof that Thomas was little more than an illusion.
But Bex wasn't sure why he was going a long with it. Perhaps he was too tired to care at this point. This world was a lonely place now and Bex had no one but Tyler. Beckett had once had a wife and a pretty baby girl, but Bex had no one but a madman. It almost felt like there was nothing good to find any longer, neither within himself or in the people around him. If ruthless men were the only ones left, then perhaps Bex could be forgiven for following one. It was a slightly comforting idea, even if only a naive excuse.
***
He had found himself wandering after the crowd dispersed, his mind adrift. His thoughts wavered between his past life and his new life. He didn't like thinking much about the life of Beckett and his wife, Terra, but Bex sometimes couldn't help himself. She would probably think him disgusting nowadays.
Bex stepped into the classroom to find what he believed to be the entire group of sign language students sitting about the room nervously. Rudy was in the middle of a heated conversation with Tyler, apparently. "Thomas, this is just fucked up! How are any of us supposed to feel safe around here now? Samantha didn't deserve-"
Bex approached the pair and Rudy suddenly cut himself off. "And now he's here, again," Rudy said. "Do you think he's targeted as well? He's your fucking friend so maybe you'll give a shit about him!"
Tyler only stared, his face conveying utter calm. "It was only a warning, I believe. I doubt there will be a second attack, but even then..." Tyler left them to approach Matt's desk. The journal they had read this morning was laying out open. "But we know who did this. We know who killed Samantha." Tyler took the book and flipped to one of the pages to read from it. "It's done. Myriah is safe, but at a great loss. My part in these events weigh heavily on me, but they can not be undone now. My only choice moving forward is to acknowledge how far down I'm willing to drag myself and to aspire to protect this community in the face of what has happened. It is with deep regret that I say goodbye to you, Jonah. I'm sorry."
Tyler then put the book down and looked around the room. "Reggie did this. He was a part of the mutiny and he's done this as a warning to us. Samantha was caught sneaking around the night Reggie's journal goes missing. Reggie knew what she was doing killed her for it."
Rudy let out a deep breath. "Okay, fine. But Reggie was out on a mission this morning. How'd he kill Sam then?"
"It only takes a second to make a rash decision," Tyler said. "Once he found the journal missing, all it would have taken was an order. Then while Reggie was gone, well..."
Bex was unsure if Tyler realized that the free scouts would have been a bit too hungover to murder someone. Rudy didn't seem to realize this either. "Then, maybe Phon... Or Simon. Or... Fuck! Fuck all of this." Rudy swore loudly and left the room, leaving everyone in nervous silence.
Outpost
The council had a community meeting soon after Reggie stormed out of the office. The community was abuzz with excitement about the sudden meeting. Could it be that the wall expansion was to be built after all? Perhaps the biter horde had changed its direction? With the fanfare that occurred when the scouts arrived earlier in the day, the citizens of Outpost were enjoying a fun break from the usual monotony. Everyone showed up for the meeting and even the slower members of the community showed up on time. The crowd talked over each other, chatting about what the meeting was for. Some were hopeful and spoke brightly of Outpost's future.
All went silent when Sarah and Derick stepped on the dais calling for everyone to listen carefully. It was usually Myriah or Reggie who spoke during these meetings, so the presence of neither was felt by everyone. Sarah waited a few seconds before she spoke, but it felt a lot longer to the people watching her. She began to explain that something terrible had occurred within their walls. The life of a young girl, Samantha Baxter, was ended by an unknown assailant. The crowd's silence turned into a harsh buzzing at the news. No one could believe what they had just heard.
Sarah went on to explain that they would take every effort to find who did this. She told the crowd that no one was to leave Outpost under any circumstance until further notice. She urged everyone that if they had any info that they believed relevant to come to the council with it. Then she was done, and Derick took her place. He began to lay out the details for how Outpost would be locked down and how his builders would act as guards. The crowd was barely listening at this point, too shell shocked by this information. One man yelled out, "Where's Myriah?!" Then another man echoed his call, causing a chain reaction of people yelling over each other. The crowd began to move restlessly, some of them attempting to get closer to the dais. It wasn't long before everyone was pushing and shoving at each other. No one could be trusted now.
Then, shots rang out. The crowd panicked and a large number of them dropped to the ground and covered their heads. The yelling continued, but this time out of fear.
"QUIET!" someone yelled. "Everyone shut the fuck up!" It was Reggie, his rifle pointed up into the air. "All of you listen to me right now! What we have on our hands is another mutiny attempt! Myriah is alive, but Samantha lost her life today, so every damn one of you better give her the respect she deserves!"
Silence had fallen over the crowd again. Some of them looked absolutely bewildered. "We will behave," Reggie continued. "And we will all act like rational human beings. Today is a day of mourning, people."
Reggie then turned around and walked away, leaving the crowd stunned. They were all silent as they slowly returned to their cabins.
The council had a community meeting soon after Reggie stormed out of the office. The community was abuzz with excitement about the sudden meeting. Could it be that the wall expansion was to be built after all? Perhaps the biter horde had changed its direction? With the fanfare that occurred when the scouts arrived earlier in the day, the citizens of Outpost were enjoying a fun break from the usual monotony. Everyone showed up for the meeting and even the slower members of the community showed up on time. The crowd talked over each other, chatting about what the meeting was for. Some were hopeful and spoke brightly of Outpost's future.
All went silent when Sarah and Derick stepped on the dais calling for everyone to listen carefully. It was usually Myriah or Reggie who spoke during these meetings, so the presence of neither was felt by everyone. Sarah waited a few seconds before she spoke, but it felt a lot longer to the people watching her. She began to explain that something terrible had occurred within their walls. The life of a young girl, Samantha Baxter, was ended by an unknown assailant. The crowd's silence turned into a harsh buzzing at the news. No one could believe what they had just heard.
Sarah went on to explain that they would take every effort to find who did this. She told the crowd that no one was to leave Outpost under any circumstance until further notice. She urged everyone that if they had any info that they believed relevant to come to the council with it. Then she was done, and Derick took her place. He began to lay out the details for how Outpost would be locked down and how his builders would act as guards. The crowd was barely listening at this point, too shell shocked by this information. One man yelled out, "Where's Myriah?!" Then another man echoed his call, causing a chain reaction of people yelling over each other. The crowd began to move restlessly, some of them attempting to get closer to the dais. It wasn't long before everyone was pushing and shoving at each other. No one could be trusted now.
Then, shots rang out. The crowd panicked and a large number of them dropped to the ground and covered their heads. The yelling continued, but this time out of fear.
"QUIET!" someone yelled. "Everyone shut the fuck up!" It was Reggie, his rifle pointed up into the air. "All of you listen to me right now! What we have on our hands is another mutiny attempt! Myriah is alive, but Samantha lost her life today, so every damn one of you better give her the respect she deserves!"
Silence had fallen over the crowd again. Some of them looked absolutely bewildered. "We will behave," Reggie continued. "And we will all act like rational human beings. Today is a day of mourning, people."
Reggie then turned around and walked away, leaving the crowd stunned. They were all silent as they slowly returned to their cabins.
They could already be a part of Outpost, but it's a plot heavy there at the moment and I'm not sure it'd be easy getting many posts in. You should probably have them run into Haywood or The Pub.
TheDoctor said
So I made two characters for this a week ago and got them accepted but never started posting for them since I was on vacation and didn't want to write it on my phone. So am I still accepted in the first place and how should I enter if I am?
You're still accepted. We have four locations currently... Your characters should probably either find themselves at Haywood or The Pub (It's a hotel, not an actual pub).
Bex - Outpost - Matt
With Enrique off to carry out whatever task Tyler had given him, Bex decided it was best to ask just what hell was going on. Tyler only stared him down. "I'm sorry to say this, but some sacrifices must be made for things to get done. You understand that, don't you, Bex?" Gone was the smiling and jovial Thomas. This man looked and sounded both like the Tyler Bex had known... and it frightened him.
"No one deserves that," Bex said. He spoke slowly, trying to speak carefully amidst his pounding head.
"It's for my daughter. It's for the betterment of Outpost." Bex had no doubt in his mind that Tyler truly believed that. What frightening lengths people could go to in this crazy world. Bex had no choice but to stand down, as arguing further would only make things worse for his pounding head. Tyler looked toward Matt, saying, "As for that horde, well, the scouts will still be here when all is said and done. They'll see reason and move on without Reggie, I'm sure."
Bex doubted that, but only let out a small sigh in response. He rested his elbows on one of the desks and rolled his shoulders. What he wouldn't have done for some Tylenol. "Bex, are you listening?" Tyler asked, leaning down slightly to stare Bex in the eyes. It was almost as if the man was trying to scare him.
Before Bex could formulate a response, Rudy entered the room. He looked quizzically between the three men. "The hell is going on here?" he asked.
Tyler smiled, putting on what Bex was considering his Thomas face. "I've just let my friends in on what we've been doing. They work with Reggie now, so it's only fair that they be informed."
Rudy stared, slowly pulling a book out of his backpack. "By that logic, we should tell all the scouts."
"Ah--" For a moment, Tyler looked taken aback. "No, that might cause a few problems."
"... Right." Rudy stepped forward and placed the book on the desk in front of Matt. "Here you go," he said. "Haven't looked at it much. Dunno if it contains the info we want."
Tyler grabbed the book and opened it on the desk. "Well, let's start with the day of the mutiny, shall we?"
Reggie - New Orleans/Outpost
Every day brought new complications. It started with the mutiny, an event that Reggie was still surprised he came out of alive. He still remembered that man-- Jonah-- creeping up on Myriah, ready to slash his knife across her throat. The poor woman had been alone in her cabin, reading some novel she picked up. If Reggie hadn't stopped by to talk with her, she would have--
"Hm." Reggie looked up to scan the rooftops. The living tended to stay above the ground and who knew where that art museum gang was lurking. For all Reggie knew, they were already aware of the scouts' movements. That thought alone made what they had to do all the more important. This would require men that Reggie that could rely on, not people that would let him down. People like Jonah, people like Ben, who both had to die for Reggie to learn his lesson. Reggie could not allow another death to occur, not before Outpost was safe.
"Alex," Reggie said, moving close to the man and speaking in a low voice. "I'll need to speak with you when we get back." With that, Reggie moved forward, leading the group back into the forest.
***
As the group of scouts had no supplies to bring back, none of Outpost's citizens were waiting on their return. However, people were drawn to them once it was known they had showed up with the body of a bleeding unconscious man. It seemed like everyone was asking what had happened and Reggie had to assure every single one of them that no one from Outpost was hurt. It was exhausting, largely because Reggie didn't usually have to deal with so many people. He kept his distance and kept things respectful. It was largely Myriah's job to do the socializing.
Of course, she was nowhere to be found today.
Needing a break from the questioning, Reggie headed toward the nursing station inside the administrative building. It had been a nursing station before the outbreak as well, but it had probably only dealt with the scraped knees of children back then. Inside the station now was Isaac, once only a medical student but now Outpost's full time doctor. As he was also on the council, Isaac had a lot of of recognition around Outpost despite being so young.
"Good timing," Isaac said, giving Reggie a nod. "Turns out the guy just had a broken nose. Still hasn't woken up, but I've got his head elevated for now." Isaac crossed his arms. "Honestly, at least two guys on the wall managed to break their noses in the last month, so I think I'm getting good at it. You wanna see him?" Reggie shook his head and declined. "Alrighty then. I need to head out for a moment to speak with someone, so I'll be right back."
Once Isaac was gone, Reggie turned to Jerry and Alex, who he had instructed to wait for him in the station. "Jerry, you can go, I suppose. Not much use keeping you here if Isaac's done with him." Jerry nodded and quickly left, leaving Reggie alone with Alex. "... All right, there's something I need you to hear. Don't speak up until I'm finished." Reggie moved one of the chairs so that he could sit across from Alex. "What happened out there... That shouldn't have happened. It shouldn't happen and yet it keeps happening, Alex, and I know you are well aware of this. I've never liked turning away those that wish to be a part of the scouts, but we're approaching a critical moment for not just the scouts, but for all of Outpost. Every mistake you make is a chance for you to die and every time that happens the whole group is affected."
Reggie sighed, looking down. "I don't want another death on my hands. I think it's best if you stayed within Outpost's walls from now on. There's always guard duty, and the guys on the wall will--"
The door burst open. Isaac stood in the doorway, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. It took him a moment to form proper words. "We-We have... Something has happened. There's an emergency council meeting."
Reggie stared, his brow furrowing. "What? What's happened?"
Isaac's eyes shifted toward Alex. "It's bad. We need to go."
Reggie turned back to Alex. "... Well, that's how it stands. If you want to speak more about it, see me later." He then got up and moved to follow Isaac.
"Wait," Isaac said, lingering in the doorway. Reggie gave him a vexed look, but Isaac ignored him to point at Alex. "I need you to stay here to watch the guy in case he wakes up." He then moved his hand to point toward the next room, where the beds were. "Ice, medication, pillows. Everything he needs is in there." Isaac then turned around and closed the station door. "Okay," he said. "You head to the council room. I need to see to something."
Reggie was about to ask what that was, but Isaac was already sprinting away. Every day brought new complications.
***
The council room was dreadfully quiet and not a single council member was speaking a word. When Reggie entered the room, all they could do was stare at him. Reggie could swear he felt a shiver run up his spine. "Someone tell me what's going on," he said, looking around the room. "And where's Myriah? Shouldn't she be here for this?"
Rhonda spoke up, but her voice was quiet. Reggie could see that her eyes were red. "She's been hurt. Derick's looking after her, and Isaac is on his way."
... Hurt? By the look of the council, Reggie began to wonder if it was fatal. He felt bile rise at the back of his throat. "How... did she get hurt? How hurt is she?"
Randy cleared his throat before speaking. "We're not sure what happened. We believe there was another attack on Myriah's life--"
Reggie stepped forward now, rage suddenly overtaking him. He slammed a fist on the table. "Not again! Not fucking again!"
"There-There's more," Randy said, slightly shaken. "Someone was killed. Samantha Baxter. She-- We don't know why. We think it was just because she was with Myriah at the time, but she was caught sneaking around last night."
Reggie could barely listen. Blood pumped heavily in his ears. "I don't care why, I want to know what we're going to do about this. We have to find the piece of shit who did this!"
Rhonda spoke again, her voice more pronounced now. "You're right, and that's why we have to keep everyone inside Outpost. We'll have the watchers who were on duty at the time of the murder stand guard. It'll be tough on them, but it will be necessary."
Reggie leaned forward, his eyes trained on Rhonda. He couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. "My scouts wouldn't have done this," he said, his voice barely straddling calm.
"We don't now that," Randy said. "You don't know that."
This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not when everything could go wrong. When did everything become a threat? What the hell was even going on in this world? "We keep Outpost supplied! You can't keep us from doing our job!"
"The council already voted on it, Reggie. You have no room to argue." Reggie tried to explain that he could at least argue his point, but Rhonda spoke over him. "We're well supplied, Reggie! We just want to get to the bottom of this!" The woman's voice strained as she pushed back tears. "God-- I can't believe this has happened."
Reggie wasn't having any of this. Rhonda could cry all she want, but Reggie knew that she was wrong. Yet another mutiny attempt-- A murder! No matter how much Reggie did for this community, it always found a way to shatter itself. Now they were going to repay him by keeping him from protecting them? "Forget this," Reggie said, his hands balled into fists. He kicked one of the chairs, toppling it over.
"I'll find this murderer, don't you goddamn worry."
With Enrique off to carry out whatever task Tyler had given him, Bex decided it was best to ask just what hell was going on. Tyler only stared him down. "I'm sorry to say this, but some sacrifices must be made for things to get done. You understand that, don't you, Bex?" Gone was the smiling and jovial Thomas. This man looked and sounded both like the Tyler Bex had known... and it frightened him.
"No one deserves that," Bex said. He spoke slowly, trying to speak carefully amidst his pounding head.
"It's for my daughter. It's for the betterment of Outpost." Bex had no doubt in his mind that Tyler truly believed that. What frightening lengths people could go to in this crazy world. Bex had no choice but to stand down, as arguing further would only make things worse for his pounding head. Tyler looked toward Matt, saying, "As for that horde, well, the scouts will still be here when all is said and done. They'll see reason and move on without Reggie, I'm sure."
Bex doubted that, but only let out a small sigh in response. He rested his elbows on one of the desks and rolled his shoulders. What he wouldn't have done for some Tylenol. "Bex, are you listening?" Tyler asked, leaning down slightly to stare Bex in the eyes. It was almost as if the man was trying to scare him.
Before Bex could formulate a response, Rudy entered the room. He looked quizzically between the three men. "The hell is going on here?" he asked.
Tyler smiled, putting on what Bex was considering his Thomas face. "I've just let my friends in on what we've been doing. They work with Reggie now, so it's only fair that they be informed."
Rudy stared, slowly pulling a book out of his backpack. "By that logic, we should tell all the scouts."
"Ah--" For a moment, Tyler looked taken aback. "No, that might cause a few problems."
"... Right." Rudy stepped forward and placed the book on the desk in front of Matt. "Here you go," he said. "Haven't looked at it much. Dunno if it contains the info we want."
Tyler grabbed the book and opened it on the desk. "Well, let's start with the day of the mutiny, shall we?"
Reggie - New Orleans/Outpost
Every day brought new complications. It started with the mutiny, an event that Reggie was still surprised he came out of alive. He still remembered that man-- Jonah-- creeping up on Myriah, ready to slash his knife across her throat. The poor woman had been alone in her cabin, reading some novel she picked up. If Reggie hadn't stopped by to talk with her, she would have--
"Hm." Reggie looked up to scan the rooftops. The living tended to stay above the ground and who knew where that art museum gang was lurking. For all Reggie knew, they were already aware of the scouts' movements. That thought alone made what they had to do all the more important. This would require men that Reggie that could rely on, not people that would let him down. People like Jonah, people like Ben, who both had to die for Reggie to learn his lesson. Reggie could not allow another death to occur, not before Outpost was safe.
"Alex," Reggie said, moving close to the man and speaking in a low voice. "I'll need to speak with you when we get back." With that, Reggie moved forward, leading the group back into the forest.
***
As the group of scouts had no supplies to bring back, none of Outpost's citizens were waiting on their return. However, people were drawn to them once it was known they had showed up with the body of a bleeding unconscious man. It seemed like everyone was asking what had happened and Reggie had to assure every single one of them that no one from Outpost was hurt. It was exhausting, largely because Reggie didn't usually have to deal with so many people. He kept his distance and kept things respectful. It was largely Myriah's job to do the socializing.
Of course, she was nowhere to be found today.
Needing a break from the questioning, Reggie headed toward the nursing station inside the administrative building. It had been a nursing station before the outbreak as well, but it had probably only dealt with the scraped knees of children back then. Inside the station now was Isaac, once only a medical student but now Outpost's full time doctor. As he was also on the council, Isaac had a lot of of recognition around Outpost despite being so young.
"Good timing," Isaac said, giving Reggie a nod. "Turns out the guy just had a broken nose. Still hasn't woken up, but I've got his head elevated for now." Isaac crossed his arms. "Honestly, at least two guys on the wall managed to break their noses in the last month, so I think I'm getting good at it. You wanna see him?" Reggie shook his head and declined. "Alrighty then. I need to head out for a moment to speak with someone, so I'll be right back."
Once Isaac was gone, Reggie turned to Jerry and Alex, who he had instructed to wait for him in the station. "Jerry, you can go, I suppose. Not much use keeping you here if Isaac's done with him." Jerry nodded and quickly left, leaving Reggie alone with Alex. "... All right, there's something I need you to hear. Don't speak up until I'm finished." Reggie moved one of the chairs so that he could sit across from Alex. "What happened out there... That shouldn't have happened. It shouldn't happen and yet it keeps happening, Alex, and I know you are well aware of this. I've never liked turning away those that wish to be a part of the scouts, but we're approaching a critical moment for not just the scouts, but for all of Outpost. Every mistake you make is a chance for you to die and every time that happens the whole group is affected."
Reggie sighed, looking down. "I don't want another death on my hands. I think it's best if you stayed within Outpost's walls from now on. There's always guard duty, and the guys on the wall will--"
The door burst open. Isaac stood in the doorway, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. It took him a moment to form proper words. "We-We have... Something has happened. There's an emergency council meeting."
Reggie stared, his brow furrowing. "What? What's happened?"
Isaac's eyes shifted toward Alex. "It's bad. We need to go."
Reggie turned back to Alex. "... Well, that's how it stands. If you want to speak more about it, see me later." He then got up and moved to follow Isaac.
"Wait," Isaac said, lingering in the doorway. Reggie gave him a vexed look, but Isaac ignored him to point at Alex. "I need you to stay here to watch the guy in case he wakes up." He then moved his hand to point toward the next room, where the beds were. "Ice, medication, pillows. Everything he needs is in there." Isaac then turned around and closed the station door. "Okay," he said. "You head to the council room. I need to see to something."
Reggie was about to ask what that was, but Isaac was already sprinting away. Every day brought new complications.
***
The council room was dreadfully quiet and not a single council member was speaking a word. When Reggie entered the room, all they could do was stare at him. Reggie could swear he felt a shiver run up his spine. "Someone tell me what's going on," he said, looking around the room. "And where's Myriah? Shouldn't she be here for this?"
Rhonda spoke up, but her voice was quiet. Reggie could see that her eyes were red. "She's been hurt. Derick's looking after her, and Isaac is on his way."
... Hurt? By the look of the council, Reggie began to wonder if it was fatal. He felt bile rise at the back of his throat. "How... did she get hurt? How hurt is she?"
Randy cleared his throat before speaking. "We're not sure what happened. We believe there was another attack on Myriah's life--"
Reggie stepped forward now, rage suddenly overtaking him. He slammed a fist on the table. "Not again! Not fucking again!"
"There-There's more," Randy said, slightly shaken. "Someone was killed. Samantha Baxter. She-- We don't know why. We think it was just because she was with Myriah at the time, but she was caught sneaking around last night."
Reggie could barely listen. Blood pumped heavily in his ears. "I don't care why, I want to know what we're going to do about this. We have to find the piece of shit who did this!"
Rhonda spoke again, her voice more pronounced now. "You're right, and that's why we have to keep everyone inside Outpost. We'll have the watchers who were on duty at the time of the murder stand guard. It'll be tough on them, but it will be necessary."
Reggie leaned forward, his eyes trained on Rhonda. He couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. "My scouts wouldn't have done this," he said, his voice barely straddling calm.
"We don't now that," Randy said. "You don't know that."
This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not when everything could go wrong. When did everything become a threat? What the hell was even going on in this world? "We keep Outpost supplied! You can't keep us from doing our job!"
"The council already voted on it, Reggie. You have no room to argue." Reggie tried to explain that he could at least argue his point, but Rhonda spoke over him. "We're well supplied, Reggie! We just want to get to the bottom of this!" The woman's voice strained as she pushed back tears. "God-- I can't believe this has happened."
Reggie wasn't having any of this. Rhonda could cry all she want, but Reggie knew that she was wrong. Yet another mutiny attempt-- A murder! No matter how much Reggie did for this community, it always found a way to shatter itself. Now they were going to repay him by keeping him from protecting them? "Forget this," Reggie said, his hands balled into fists. He kicked one of the chairs, toppling it over.
"I'll find this murderer, don't you goddamn worry."
FreeStep said
Ok I got my first post up, I wasn't quite sure where in new Orleans to put them So A little advise would be nice. I know John is on the run but emilly is held up in a building having a seriouse asthma attack so Do you want me to put abandoned building or something like that?
Yeah, that's fine.
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