As he started catching up with the two he heard Shirley talking:
"[...] If we can get the traincart working in Dalston camp with the parts we might find in Hoxton..."
Working? He'd ever only seen a train cart in motion once when he'd passed by a group of almost twenty people at Maryland and it had been by muscle not machinery. The bare thought of the amount of sound that a moving train cart makes made Jake shudder. It would, and had, attracted every deadly thing within a ten mile radius. There was nothing but a red painted old cart there now.
"I-I mean... We're not gonna make it work, we're just trying to turn it into a... A... Safe bunker, of sorts. Yeah." she added quickly and hurried past the subject.
As Jake caught up with them Shirley turned around and called to him.
"Ey', speechless, don't lag behind. It's dangerous out 'ere, even though we're not far from camp."
As annoying as it was to have it pointed out by this girl who'd probably never set a foot far outside the camp, which showed extensively on the knife dangling in it's holster strapped to her belt. For one it looked barely used and secondly, anyone who had ever encountered one of them knew that sharp weapons did absolutely nothing against these creatures, most of them seemed to outright lack a sense of pain. Your only chance was to disorient them enough to run for your life. But despite all of this; she was right. And from there on Jake kept close to group and his mind clear.
After a few hours they reached Haggerston. The old platforms were still intact but little else remained. The roof had collapsed over the eastern platform and the rubble now mixed with the rusty barrels that seemed to be spread throroughly through the platforms. As Shirley tiredly sat down to rest something else caught Jake's eye. On the opposite platform there was a big piece of what used to be Haggerston's ceiling. It was soaked with blood and deep clawmarks had altered its shape. He nudged Fuaad before he jumped down on the tracks. The sole of his shoess made a clanky sound as it hit the old metal tracks and he froze, listening, as the sound echoed through the tunnel. It was dead silent after the echo faded, Jake could hear his own heart beating, 15... 18... 20 seconds of complete silence before he let out a relieved breath and heaved himself onto the eastern platform. Moss covered almost the entirety of the walls on this side and its dark grey-green color framed the large chunk of rock stained black with blood. He crouched down and slid his palm over the surface. The dark colour of it indicated that it was several years old as did the texture, but the way the stone had soaked it up, was it human?. He ran his fingers through the clawmarks, they were two fingers wide and came in irregular patterns. The lack of residue from the scarred stone indicated that the marks were of similar age as the blood. The clawmarks came in groups of four and five, was it the same beast or had there been different ones? A territorial dispute? Did they even have those? Jake shook his head, what did it matter. Whatever left these marks would've been much larger than anything he'd ever seen before. Claws of this size would slice a man in half.
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As Jake took the first step into the tunnel heading south towards Hoxton he heard someone yell from behind him. He recognized the voice as the white-haired girl from earlier. He stopped and turned around to see her come running after them, he waited and let her catch up.
"I'm going with you. To make sure you don't run off with our supplies. Jonathan may trust you but you haven't... - " She gave each of them a strange look.
Jake shrugged. He doubted that they'd find anything down at Hoxton, but if they did it'd be nice to have an extra pair of hands to haul the find back to camp. Besides, she seemed overly excited about it, had she even been outside of the camp before? No one in their right mind would be excited about having to travel through these tunnels, especially not toward a four way intersection and the purple line.
"Besides you two look kinda lost. I have a map of the underground we'll get to Hoxton and back quick as lightning." She continued as she went straight past Jake into the tunnel taking the lead. "Oh and I'm Shirley by the way. Shirley Blackwall."
Jake shook his head and sighed. He let Fuaad pass him by and followed them down into the concrete maze as a conversation sparked between the two of them. He kept half an ear on the conversation as he tugged his backpack into a comfortable position and let his mind wander. He'd memorized the entirety of Londons' underground a long time ago. It had been a pain in the ass but he no longer needed to carry any sort of map with him.
"[...] fly to the moon?"- Fuaad was being his normal cheery and charming self but he had known him long enough to know that there was something bothering the man, he didn't have the slightest idea of what it was that did, though. Jake felt the familiar weight of his iron pipe as he let it, and his arm, swing gently back and forth with their pace. The girl, Shirley, was in a hurry. The speedy pace wouldn't last long, it was a long way to Hoxton and her eagerness would hopefully settle down or burn out before they got too far. It was both inefficient and dangerous to travel too fast without caution.
"[...] Jake don't mind ... even if he do mind he can't say..." Their conversation carried on as they walked and Jake had no intention of joining in. He wouldn't. He couldn't. Sound is dangerous. Sound attracted them.
Sam.
Images flashed before his eyes; Shenfield. The sound of his brother playing. "End of the line, Shenfield station! ksssshh!" Laughter. Blood. Jokes, awful ones that Sam would tell and the smile he made when he managed to coax a laugh during hard times. Screaming. Blood. Cold concrete. Blood. Pain.
Jake stumbled. He shook his head to clear his mind. He had fallen behind by a dozen feet. Pay attention. he told himself as he broke into a short jogg and caught up with the others.
"I'm going with you. To make sure you don't run off with our supplies. Jonathan may trust you but you haven't... - " She gave each of them a strange look.
Jake shrugged. He doubted that they'd find anything down at Hoxton, but if they did it'd be nice to have an extra pair of hands to haul the find back to camp. Besides, she seemed overly excited about it, had she even been outside of the camp before? No one in their right mind would be excited about having to travel through these tunnels, especially not toward a four way intersection and the purple line.
"Besides you two look kinda lost. I have a map of the underground we'll get to Hoxton and back quick as lightning." She continued as she went straight past Jake into the tunnel taking the lead. "Oh and I'm Shirley by the way. Shirley Blackwall."
Jake shook his head and sighed. He let Fuaad pass him by and followed them down into the concrete maze as a conversation sparked between the two of them. He kept half an ear on the conversation as he tugged his backpack into a comfortable position and let his mind wander. He'd memorized the entirety of Londons' underground a long time ago. It had been a pain in the ass but he no longer needed to carry any sort of map with him.
"[...] fly to the moon?"- Fuaad was being his normal cheery and charming self but he had known him long enough to know that there was something bothering the man, he didn't have the slightest idea of what it was that did, though. Jake felt the familiar weight of his iron pipe as he let it, and his arm, swing gently back and forth with their pace. The girl, Shirley, was in a hurry. The speedy pace wouldn't last long, it was a long way to Hoxton and her eagerness would hopefully settle down or burn out before they got too far. It was both inefficient and dangerous to travel too fast without caution.
"[...] Jake don't mind ... even if he do mind he can't say..." Their conversation carried on as they walked and Jake had no intention of joining in. He wouldn't. He couldn't. Sound is dangerous. Sound attracted them.
Sam.
Images flashed before his eyes; Shenfield. The sound of his brother playing. "End of the line, Shenfield station! ksssshh!" Laughter. Blood. Jokes, awful ones that Sam would tell and the smile he made when he managed to coax a laugh during hard times. Screaming. Blood. Cold concrete. Blood. Pain.
Jake stumbled. He shook his head to clear his mind. He had fallen behind by a dozen feet. Pay attention. he told himself as he broke into a short jogg and caught up with the others.
Heyo (: sounds very interesting indeed, question though: I don't have any medical/science/research knowledge and that might cause some awkward characterization if I were to play scientist/researcher. Are there any other type of character that you've had in mind? Say like, the husky caretaker-guy? (I'm not really the merc type either hehe)
Jake* not Jack :(
As Jake was packing up his things he heard a man yell through the camp. He shot a glance towards the sound and saw a man jogging towards them. Jake recognized him as he got closer, Jonathan, he was the one who was in charge around here. As the man got within earshot he started speaking with a thick scandinavian accent.
“You there, you two! I need your help. I would ask if you’re up for it but you haven’t really pulled your weight yet since you arrived, so I’m just gonna put this task right on you.”
The man looked like he could use a bath. We all could. Jake thought as the man continued.
“We are in dire need of supplies. Medical supplies and tools, or parts, anything. I need you to follow the track south toward Hoxton stop, there’s a wrecked train cart there. If we’re lucky, it has the...”
The sound of the man speaking seemed to fade out as Jake noticed a short woman walking towards them. Her face was covered by a scarf but you could still see her eyes and make out most of her features. But that was not what had caught his attention; her hair was short it just about reached her cheek and was a bright white, almost glowing, as if it in itself radiated of light. The girl was younger than Jake but not by much, how come he’d never seen her around the camp before? He would have remembered if he’d seen that hair before.
“[…] as part of the community and share our supplies with you. If you’re staying, that is. Deal?”
The girl with the white hair interrupts Jonathan with a stern look on her face. She’s short and the top of her head barely reaches the chin of the man. They both turned to leave and Jake stood stunned for a moment until his companion spoke up.
“Well Jake, looks like we got another reason to visit to Hoxton. I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t mind to play hero.”
And another to stick around, the radiant white haired girl had sparked his interest. Was it a result of the radiation?
“ – Well? Are you tagging along?” Fuaad asked waiting for his response.
Although he didn’t relish the thought of walking through the dark tunnels to Hoxton he didn’t want to just sit around either. With some luck he might even be able to acquire something to sleep on, maybe the train cart would have padded seats that he could scavenge. Jake swung his backpack over one shoulder and nodded as he gave Fuaad a thumbs-up.
“You there, you two! I need your help. I would ask if you’re up for it but you haven’t really pulled your weight yet since you arrived, so I’m just gonna put this task right on you.”
The man looked like he could use a bath. We all could. Jake thought as the man continued.
“We are in dire need of supplies. Medical supplies and tools, or parts, anything. I need you to follow the track south toward Hoxton stop, there’s a wrecked train cart there. If we’re lucky, it has the...”
The sound of the man speaking seemed to fade out as Jake noticed a short woman walking towards them. Her face was covered by a scarf but you could still see her eyes and make out most of her features. But that was not what had caught his attention; her hair was short it just about reached her cheek and was a bright white, almost glowing, as if it in itself radiated of light. The girl was younger than Jake but not by much, how come he’d never seen her around the camp before? He would have remembered if he’d seen that hair before.
“[…] as part of the community and share our supplies with you. If you’re staying, that is. Deal?”
The girl with the white hair interrupts Jonathan with a stern look on her face. She’s short and the top of her head barely reaches the chin of the man. They both turned to leave and Jake stood stunned for a moment until his companion spoke up.
“Well Jake, looks like we got another reason to visit to Hoxton. I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t mind to play hero.”
And another to stick around, the radiant white haired girl had sparked his interest. Was it a result of the radiation?
“ – Well? Are you tagging along?” Fuaad asked waiting for his response.
Although he didn’t relish the thought of walking through the dark tunnels to Hoxton he didn’t want to just sit around either. With some luck he might even be able to acquire something to sleep on, maybe the train cart would have padded seats that he could scavenge. Jake swung his backpack over one shoulder and nodded as he gave Fuaad a thumbs-up.
Oh that works just as well cheers :D
The girl of 16, what color are her eyes? What length is her hair? Is it straight/curly?
Is it possible to get something similar to a character sheet(or a detailed description) to these characters if they are going to be actively participating in the storyline and such?
Is it possible to get something similar to a character sheet(or a detailed description) to these characters if they are going to be actively participating in the storyline and such?
This place isn't going to last much longer. Jake thought as he fiddled with his swiss army knife. Its once bright red color had faded and it was missing a couple of tools. He looked out over the camp, it was a mess. Still, he'd seen worse - the group of people that he'd passed by down at Manor Park hadn't lasted for more than a handful of days. He felt a shiver down his back as he recollected the shrill echo of screams as their blood plainted the walls. The Shenfield line was no longer safe - was there such a place? - it crawled with mutated beasts. Literally. He'd barely escaped a wallcrawler when he'd found his way to Dalston Junction and his new companion - what a stroke of luck that had been. He'd never seen such a large group of survivors before, although, he and his younger brother had avoided people so that wasn't much of a surprise. Samuel. Jake let out a sigh and leaned back against the wall, he'd slept on concrete for a full week now and his back was sore.
The man to his right was talking to him, what was he going on about?
"[...] from time to time you know? You've seen me praying ever day right? Twice every day even!"
His name was Fuaad, his yellowish skin and turban made him quite noticable among the people in Dalston. Most of the people here were locals who'd had parents or grandparents with brains enough to go underground when the bombing started. Not that it mattered, though. The beasts roaming Londons' underground had claimed just as many survivors. He and Fuaad had met at the Stratford crossing and travelled together from there. He'd grown fond of the somewhat charming man, well as fond as two complete strangers could be.
" - I suggest we move south and travel against Hoxton. What do you say?"
The man had learned not to expect much of an answer from him, not with words anyway. Jake nodded to his companion as he stood up and stretched his arms over his head.
The man to his right was talking to him, what was he going on about?
"[...] from time to time you know? You've seen me praying ever day right? Twice every day even!"
His name was Fuaad, his yellowish skin and turban made him quite noticable among the people in Dalston. Most of the people here were locals who'd had parents or grandparents with brains enough to go underground when the bombing started. Not that it mattered, though. The beasts roaming Londons' underground had claimed just as many survivors. He and Fuaad had met at the Stratford crossing and travelled together from there. He'd grown fond of the somewhat charming man, well as fond as two complete strangers could be.
" - I suggest we move south and travel against Hoxton. What do you say?"
The man had learned not to expect much of an answer from him, not with words anyway. Jake nodded to his companion as he stood up and stretched his arms over his head.
We don't really mind though :o
Would it be preferable that I change it to clarify that it is because of trauma and add a piece of background information? I was planning on having it in the introductionary post otherwise! :)
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