Aaron woke up with one of the most raging headaches he had had in a while.
"What time was it? How long did I sleep?" He wondered. He glanced down at his watch. Too long.
Sliding down to the floor, he realized that his train partner wasn't around when he saw her stuff now neatly reset into her seat. Sighing, he folded his own bed back into the ceiling and made sure it all looked the same.
Walking in a surprisingly normal fashion, Aaron made his way to the bathroom and showered. Afterwards, he brushed his teeth and tongue to get rid of any smell of last night, and put on clean pants and a button-down.
Walking back to his room, he realized his partner was still gone. "Probably transferred rooms." He sarcastically thought. Aaron turned and made his way into the dining car.
Inside, he saw Anne sitting down at a nearby seat, staring down at her phone. Another attendant was making her way to presumably take breakfast orders, so Aaron sat down quickly.
"Morning, Anne." He said, trying to be friendly. She was about the only person on the train he knew. The attendant came up, and asked him what he wanted to have.
"Coffee and an omelet would be fine." He told her.
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Name: Rick Elliot
Race (animal, human, robot, etc.): Human; mutated.
Occupation: (Former) Bodyguard
Age: 35
History: Rick was born in the slums of Scotland, and was raised in the lifestyle of the worst of the land; casual sex, hard drugs, and petty crime. After a brush-in with the law, Rick ended up quitting cold turkey from his heroin addiction, and relapsed several times, before an OD scared him completely straight. His life was back in order, but the relationships in his life were unfixable. Bruised and weary from a life of hard drugs, Rick Elliot came clean and took up life as a bodyguard in London. It was a simple job, with low pay, but at least Rick could tackle and beat the ever-loving crap out of anyone who tried to break the rules. When the bombs finally dropped, Rick was thrown into a electrical fence, and was subsequently hit with enough radiation to kill a large whale. After surviving the attack, Rick discovered he had grown powers from his ordeal; he could now float up to a few feet into the air, and launch electricity from his hands; however, this power drains his horribly, and he never uses it for a few reasons: 1, he's strong enough to basically flip a car on his own so he doesn't need it and 2. He refers to his powers as "Some sort of friggin' Electro knockoff" so he doesn't like feeling like he is stealing. He now roams the countryside, looking for remnants of anything worth sticking around for.
Personality: Basically, Rick is a total bad*ss. He pretty much trips apart squirrels with his bare hands for food. However, his brute force is also a weakness; he has a short temper and never has anyone stay around long enough to get to know him. Secretly, he's alone, and wants to find people that can relate to his darker past. However, he'd probably die before telling anyone.
Name: Rick Elliot
Race (animal, human, robot, etc.): Human; mutated.
Occupation: (Former) Bodyguard
Age: 35
History: Rick was born in the slums of Scotland, and was raised in the lifestyle of the worst of the land; casual sex, hard drugs, and petty crime. After a brush-in with the law, Rick ended up quitting cold turkey from his heroin addiction, and relapsed several times, before an OD scared him completely straight. His life was back in order, but the relationships in his life were unfixable. Bruised and weary from a life of hard drugs, Rick Elliot came clean and took up life as a bodyguard in London. It was a simple job, with low pay, but at least Rick could tackle and beat the ever-loving crap out of anyone who tried to break the rules. When the bombs finally dropped, Rick was thrown into a electrical fence, and was subsequently hit with enough radiation to kill a large whale. After surviving the attack, Rick discovered he had grown powers from his ordeal; he could now float up to a few feet into the air, and launch electricity from his hands; however, this power drains his horribly, and he never uses it for a few reasons: 1, he's strong enough to basically flip a car on his own so he doesn't need it and 2. He refers to his powers as "Some sort of friggin' Electro knockoff" so he doesn't like feeling like he is stealing. He now roams the countryside, looking for remnants of anything worth sticking around for.
Personality: Basically, Rick is a total bad*ss. He pretty much trips apart squirrels with his bare hands for food. However, his brute force is also a weakness; he has a short temper and never has anyone stay around long enough to get to know him. Secretly, he's alone, and wants to find people that can relate to his darker past. However, he'd probably die before telling anyone.
Aaron just nodded his head as his train partner went to work setting up her bed.
"I'm going to step out for a minute," he said, opening their sliding door. "I'll come in quietly. Good night."
He slid the door shut and made his way to the lounge car.
At the bar, Aaron found a few men worthy of conversation and ended up having a few rounds. It was a fun night; the game was on television, there were drinks, everyone was laughing, and overall, it felt nice to just have some fun.
However, as the night went on, Aaron couldn't get his parents off of his mind. No matter how many shots he took. Eventually, at around midnight, he slid himself out of the car, and fumbled his way to the restroom; getting his clothes from his luggage, grabbing his toiletries, and stepping into the shower.
After the shower, Aaron left most of his clothes back in his luggage, and walked back to his roomette with only gym shorts on. It wasn't as if it mattered.
Tired, depressed, and slightly drunk, Aaron silently crawled into his own bed and passed out. It was going to be a long train ride.
"I'm going to step out for a minute," he said, opening their sliding door. "I'll come in quietly. Good night."
He slid the door shut and made his way to the lounge car.
At the bar, Aaron found a few men worthy of conversation and ended up having a few rounds. It was a fun night; the game was on television, there were drinks, everyone was laughing, and overall, it felt nice to just have some fun.
However, as the night went on, Aaron couldn't get his parents off of his mind. No matter how many shots he took. Eventually, at around midnight, he slid himself out of the car, and fumbled his way to the restroom; getting his clothes from his luggage, grabbing his toiletries, and stepping into the shower.
After the shower, Aaron left most of his clothes back in his luggage, and walked back to his roomette with only gym shorts on. It wasn't as if it mattered.
Tired, depressed, and slightly drunk, Aaron silently crawled into his own bed and passed out. It was going to be a long train ride.
The caravan's shock's were clearly not up to stock, as every time the vehicle would run over some sort of bump or divot in the road, Matthew's entire body would be thrown in the air; tearing up his skin on his wrists, which were handcuffed together. His ankles were likewise shackled together, and attached to the floor of the caravan. Three men sat in front of his, and two more sat on either side. The caravan's canvas covering was shut, as it had been for several hours. Overall, it was an odd setup in Matthew's eyes. He was being drafted. Why the need to act like he was a prisoner? He could technically escape whenever he wanted.
Matthew tried to scratch an itch on his neck, underneath the military-issue camo uniform he had on.
“You boys come here often?” He joked to the man on the right. The private silently slammed the butt of his rifle into Matthew’s knee.
He yelped in pain. “Aw, come on, I’m just wondering!” He shouted.
The caravan drove on for another 3 hours until it finally parked. Matthew was escorted out into a dark room.
“Thanks for the lift...” He muttered; hearing his own echo move across the vast room. One by one, the lights cut back on, and--after blinking a few times--Matthew could see where he was.
It was a massive, massive barracks. The sheer size of it alone seemed to encompass an entire square mile. In the room was a large quantity of workout equipment, swimming pools, massive pathways to different hallways, rifle ranges, and more. Some equipment Matthew had never seen before; he could only assume it was custom-made for some of the other’s mutant power arriving.
”Private Webb!” Came a loud scream from Matthew’s left. Once he turned, he saw an older gentleman approaching fast. With his very basic knowledge of military training, he attempted to stand at attention.
“At ease, on the count that your version of attention is physically repulsive!” He screamed, nearly right into his face. On the count that the two were about the same height, Matthew was even more taken aback.
“You are the first of your team to arrive.”
“Wonderful,” He joked. The Colonel didn’t look too pleased with his attitude.
“You have only just arrived, and yet still you have managed to royally piss me off! On the count of your own personal safety, I recommend you shut the hell up and listen to me!”
Matthew made no more jokes.
“Private Webb, you are entering into the United States Military; this is the best military on the damn planet. You will act like you are in the best military on the damn planet. You will carry yourself with the weight of the millions that have died before you, protecting this great nation of ours. You will hold the constitution up to such a high standard, I want Washington himself to look down from heaven and say ‘Damn, he’s good!’ Do you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.” Matthew said, slightly sheepish.
“That will be SIR, YES, SIR, from now on! Understood?”
“Sir, yes, sir!” He shouted.
“Good. Now I have a meeting to attend to,” He said, much more calmly. “The rest of your team will arrive shortly. You will need to remind them for me why the hell they are here.”
The Colonel turned to the side, and spoke to an Officer. Only then, did Matthew notice the nametag on the colonel’s shirt: Matthews.
”Now this may get confusing. Matthew thought.
“Alright then,” Colonel Matthews said to Matthew. “The Officer here will escort you to your living quarters. Your team will be escorted, by the same Officer, to the same quarters. You take care of your quarters like you take care of your life; if I see a single speck of dust, I will personally move your ass over to the bunks. Everyone is to meet me back in here at the top of the hour. Got it?”
“Sir yes sir!”
After a minute of being led down a hallway, Matthew was quickly pointed into a room, labeled P. Webb on the door, and the officer that led him quickly disappeared.
Inside the room, Matthew found a stack of military-issue clothes, a pen and paper, a twin-sized bed, a sink, and a mirror. Nothing else seemed to be in the room besides basic soap and shaving equipment, and a closet. Matthew rubbed his hair, knowing most of it would probably be shaved off.
On the back of the door, Matthew found a map of the facilities; it seemed to be laid out quite simply; with the Barracks at the center, each of the other hubs were circled around it--the living quarters, mess hall, library, break room, armoury, store, leadership quarters, war room, and the garage; where he assumed he entered into. Other smaller rooms were littered throughout, but nothing else seemed to be needed for him.
Looking out his door, he saw that, even though the hallway extended on, only 3 doors had other names placed on them. He could only assume this was how small his unit would be.
Next to his room, on the right, were two unique doors, each labeled Bathroom - Men and Bathroom - Women.
Shrugging, Matthew laid down in his bed, leaving the door open. Glancing over to a clock on the wall, he saw he had about 40 minutes. Sitting up in his bed, Matthew wondered if he should make for the store and request more things for him room. Until then, he slid out of his pocket what was probably contraband--a bouncy ball--and began throwing at the wall, and catching it again. Sure, he had smuggled in other things, but this would work for now.
Alright, by the time you are reading this, I will have just now or in like a minute posted the first IC. A few things to bear in mind;
Ask me for any questions, and let the games begin! (Spoiler alert, late this evening, after we are all aquainted, we might get called in for a mission, so we'll pick things up soon!)
- The facility is open-ended and huge. Feel free to make stuff up for the "smaller rooms" that you'll read about.
- I tried to make it obvious, but just in case, your first post just needs to take you to your room. Feel free to control the officer at will. You will get a brief glimpse of the barracks, so if your character sees a machine that is designed for their power (you get to make this up if you want), feel free to note it.
- Once everyone has posted once, we can talk a bit, but the "top of the hour" will arrive and the Colonel will explain much more of what will go on exactly. I'm already working on that post; it'll be sort of long. On length;
- Feel free to make the first post as long or short as you like. It is the exception to any posting rules. Just go for it. After this keep things matching others, please.
Ask me for any questions, and let the games begin! (Spoiler alert, late this evening, after we are all aquainted, we might get called in for a mission, so we'll pick things up soon!)
Aaron simply smiled at Anne's musings on her family. It seemed like a wonderfully interesting story at the very least, waiting to be told.
"I suppose you're right," He said finally.
Outside the window, day had turned to night, and the natural lighting of the room had switched to the fluorescent lights of the train's bulbs.
As much as the woman was right about the past, he also supposed he had some sort of a right to long for what he had lost. It was only human nature to want to be with those you have loved and lost. No reason to be ashamed...
He felt as if much more was to be said; but feared how much he could honestly get across in a dignified manner. Having emotional breakdowns was definitely not on his list of things to do on this trip.
"I suppose you're right," He said finally.
Outside the window, day had turned to night, and the natural lighting of the room had switched to the fluorescent lights of the train's bulbs.
As much as the woman was right about the past, he also supposed he had some sort of a right to long for what he had lost. It was only human nature to want to be with those you have loved and lost. No reason to be ashamed...
He felt as if much more was to be said; but feared how much he could honestly get across in a dignified manner. Having emotional breakdowns was definitely not on his list of things to do on this trip.
Aaron was confused by the woman's responses. She had, at first, seemed rather open and friendly, but as the evening went on he could only discover that she was more enigmatic the he had thought she was. It was almost as if fate had intervened on his life; to prevent him to focusing on his loss, to focus instead on others. However, this was just as confusing as being left alone.
Finally, Aaron responded, after some seconds of deliberation. "I guess I would more understand the feeling of being freed." He began. "More so the feeling that, after many years of being locked into some sort of pathway, being freed from it. And I guess I would understand more the feeling of Stockholm Syndrome; in the sense that most of me longs to be trapped once again. To not have to worry about your future, I guess."
Aaron blinked a few times to conceal any emotion in his face. If she wished to be enigmatic, he would too. Someone was going to have to open up.
Finally, Aaron responded, after some seconds of deliberation. "I guess I would more understand the feeling of being freed." He began. "More so the feeling that, after many years of being locked into some sort of pathway, being freed from it. And I guess I would understand more the feeling of Stockholm Syndrome; in the sense that most of me longs to be trapped once again. To not have to worry about your future, I guess."
Aaron blinked a few times to conceal any emotion in his face. If she wished to be enigmatic, he would too. Someone was going to have to open up.
No big deal! It takes a bit to get used to an RP anyway. Thanks for the heads up. I can tell you right now that for about 20 hours starting tomorrow at about 4 EST I'll be busy. But I'm going to do my first post before that happens.
Alright everyone, the OOC's first post has been updated and edited. I ask you at least skim it so we're all on the same page. Ask any questions if need be, and we'll get started in about 24 hours! I didn't mention it above, but when posting, I ask you try to match what the general amount is being posted. The exception to this rule is the first post. I and probably at least someone else here enjoy making a long first post. Don't be intimidated; just go with it. In all of this just go with it. No need to ask me if something is in a room. For example, if you are in the barracks, and you want to find a sword or something, just write it. As long as you are logical and simple about it I have no issues with slight assumptions. Same goes with battles; if we're in a desert, you can find rocks. If we are in cities, your options are more open.
Again, just question me. I am a fallible human and sometimes I don't make sense. Call me out on it. You're not here for me. You're here so we can all have a good time doing what we like doing.
I'll be online most of today to answer and questions, and the first IC will be in in most likely the next 12-24 hours. See you then!
-HYS
Again, just question me. I am a fallible human and sometimes I don't make sense. Call me out on it. You're not here for me. You're here so we can all have a good time doing what we like doing.
I'll be online most of today to answer and questions, and the first IC will be in in most likely the next 12-24 hours. See you then!
-HYS
"Yeah, the stop in Chicago for a day seems like a massive waste of time," He added. She seemed friendly enough to him. Who knew? He might actually get through the entire trip without having a complete emotional breakdown.
He finished his food and looked back up. Immediately, the attendant took the plates and offered to return with drinks; disappearing as soon as she had arrived. Outside, the sun was beginning to set into evening.
"Although I'm not in too big of a rush,"
He finished his food and looked back up. Immediately, the attendant took the plates and offered to return with drinks; disappearing as soon as she had arrived. Outside, the sun was beginning to set into evening.
"Although I'm not in too big of a rush,"
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