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not much happened
anyone can feel free to wake up the Russian and interrogate him =3 You know, if you want.
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Just a heads up, I may not be able to post for a couple days. I'm not sure. Depends on how things at home go.
Probably won't be making a Sasha bio, unless you guys just want me to. We already saw his pictures, and I guess the medical form can show you his personality.
The nurse gave the man a medical form to fill out while he was awake. It was just a series of questions meant for his medical records, but Sasha was clearly not too interested. He felt like shit, and his attitude showed in his word.
Medical History Form
(Please print)
Name: ____Sasha Belov____
Age: ____30 something. I lost count.____
Sex: ____Yes____
Race: ____Human____
Height: ____6'6"_____
Weight:____220 or something like that_____
Please answer the following questions truthfully to ensure the best possible medical care.
Are you in good health? ___I was shot.___
Has there been any change in your general health in the past year? ___I was shot.___
My last physical examine was on ___My last girlfriend___
Have you ever had a serious illness, operation, or hospital visit in the past five years? ___Yes, right now.___
If so, what was the illness or problem? ___I got shot.___
Are you taking any medications? ___Occasionally___
Is there any possibility you could be pregnant? ___Definitely___
Have you had any abnormal pain or bleeding? ___Yes. I got shot.___
Sasha groaned when he looked at all the questions he had left. Why was this thing so long? He shoved it onto the nightstand beside his bed and laid his head back down. He hated laying on his stomach; he had always been a back sleeper. He supposed he wouldn't be doing that for a while.
Afghanistan, 25 years ago
The winds swept across the dusty earth on a hot day. The breeze was nothing but warm air gusting around, throwing sand into people's eyes. Isam stood on the small, wooden porch of his equally small house, watching the sand get kicked up. A couple chickens pecked and scratched at the bare earth, trying to find something to eat. Isam feared that soon, that could him.
He turned and went back into the house, which was mostly devoid of furniture so that there would be room to walk through it. It looked as though it had been hand built by someone who didn't know a single thing about architecture. The boy walked back into the bedroom, where his mother was laying in bed. She was sick, and there was nothing he could do to help her. She had been the worker, the one that brought home money and food. But now, she was too ill to work, and Isam had no money to pay for medical care. It was all he could do to keep her and himself fed. Luckily, they owned animals and had a small garden.
"Ommah?" The boy's voice was quiet and hesitant as he approached. It looked as though his mother was sleeping, but the blankets didn't rise and fall with her breath. The boy came to stand by the bedside to peer at her, then shake her lightly. The woman didn't wake or even respond. The boy's breath quickened.
"Ommah," The boy's voice broke, "Min fudliki, ezteqad." But she didn't open her eyes. Isam knew that she was gone, but he couldn't except it. Tears began to leak down his young face, leaving streaks in the dirt on his skin. He whimpered quietly as he crawled onto the bed and curled up next to his late mother. She had always taught him not to cry, but he couldn't help it now.
By the time Fen came back to the medical center, Shay had already gone home. He was clean and properly dressed now, save for his bare feet. The man timidly entered the room where the Russian had been placed and peeked past his curtain. The man was asleep in his bed, a clipboard with a few sheets of paper sitting on the bedstand next to him.
"He need to rest."
Fen almost jumped out of his skin. The nurse had somehow managed to take him by surprise. It didn't happen often. He turned to look at her curiously. "Did he, uh... did he say anything while he was awake?"
"He said his name was Sasha Belov. Other than that, he didn't seem to want to answer questions. Kept wanting to see the kids down the hall, but I told him that whatever he wanted to say could wait. I don't even know how he knew they were here."
Fen looked back at the man. Sasha was kind of a funny name, but with a name like Fenrir, he could hardly judge. Fen quietly went over to the bed Shay had been on and sat down to wait. He needed to ask the Russian man questions about his mysterious riddle, but he guessed it wouldn't hurt to let him wake up on his own first.
(Please print)
Age: ____30 something. I lost count.____
Sex: ____Yes____
Race: ____Human____
Height: ____6'6"_____
Weight:____220 or something like that_____
Please answer the following questions truthfully to ensure the best possible medical care.
Are you in good health? ___I was shot.___
Has there been any change in your general health in the past year? ___I was shot.___
My last physical examine was on ___My last girlfriend___
Have you ever had a serious illness, operation, or hospital visit in the past five years? ___Yes, right now.___
If so, what was the illness or problem? ___I got shot.___
Are you taking any medications? ___Occasionally___
Is there any possibility you could be pregnant? ___Definitely___
Have you had any abnormal pain or bleeding? ___Yes. I got shot.___
Sasha groaned when he looked at all the questions he had left. Why was this thing so long? He shoved it onto the nightstand beside his bed and laid his head back down. He hated laying on his stomach; he had always been a back sleeper. He supposed he wouldn't be doing that for a while.
Afghanistan, 25 years ago
The winds swept across the dusty earth on a hot day. The breeze was nothing but warm air gusting around, throwing sand into people's eyes. Isam stood on the small, wooden porch of his equally small house, watching the sand get kicked up. A couple chickens pecked and scratched at the bare earth, trying to find something to eat. Isam feared that soon, that could him.
He turned and went back into the house, which was mostly devoid of furniture so that there would be room to walk through it. It looked as though it had been hand built by someone who didn't know a single thing about architecture. The boy walked back into the bedroom, where his mother was laying in bed. She was sick, and there was nothing he could do to help her. She had been the worker, the one that brought home money and food. But now, she was too ill to work, and Isam had no money to pay for medical care. It was all he could do to keep her and himself fed. Luckily, they owned animals and had a small garden.
"Ommah?" The boy's voice was quiet and hesitant as he approached. It looked as though his mother was sleeping, but the blankets didn't rise and fall with her breath. The boy came to stand by the bedside to peer at her, then shake her lightly. The woman didn't wake or even respond. The boy's breath quickened.
"Ommah," The boy's voice broke, "Min fudliki, ezteqad." But she didn't open her eyes. Isam knew that she was gone, but he couldn't except it. Tears began to leak down his young face, leaving streaks in the dirt on his skin. He whimpered quietly as he crawled onto the bed and curled up next to his late mother. She had always taught him not to cry, but he couldn't help it now.
By the time Fen came back to the medical center, Shay had already gone home. He was clean and properly dressed now, save for his bare feet. The man timidly entered the room where the Russian had been placed and peeked past his curtain. The man was asleep in his bed, a clipboard with a few sheets of paper sitting on the bedstand next to him.
"He need to rest."
Fen almost jumped out of his skin. The nurse had somehow managed to take him by surprise. It didn't happen often. He turned to look at her curiously. "Did he, uh... did he say anything while he was awake?"
"He said his name was Sasha Belov. Other than that, he didn't seem to want to answer questions. Kept wanting to see the kids down the hall, but I told him that whatever he wanted to say could wait. I don't even know how he knew they were here."
Fen looked back at the man. Sasha was kind of a funny name, but with a name like Fenrir, he could hardly judge. Fen quietly went over to the bed Shay had been on and sat down to wait. He needed to ask the Russian man questions about his mysterious riddle, but he guessed it wouldn't hurt to let him wake up on his own first.
He probably already knew he was swiss cheese when he passed out
on that note, let the asshole-ing begin >:3
on that note, let the asshole-ing begin >:3
PM me and we can talk about it
Libby opened the door to their room to peek out, watching as everyone seemed to clear out of the room the Russian man and Shay had been. She looked back at Copper and gave him a hesitant smile, then gulped as she slowly creeped out of their room and down the hall. The curtain was still half drawn around the Russian man's bed, but she could tell that he was still asleep. She slipped past the drape and stopped to stare at him. He was big and scary, just as he'd always been. That was why she had to do this now; because once he woke up, she'd never get the chance.
The girl looked up at the IV that was replenishing the man's blood. She could make this look like an accident if she just poured something bad in there. Libby wasn't sure what to use, but there were several bottles around. She was sure that if she used them all, something was bound to happen. The girl took a slow step forward, reaching out to take a small, glass bottle of lidocaine. She had no idea what it did, but it looked important. She looked up at the IV and tried to see how the bag would open; she couldn't even reach up there!
Suddenly, the man gave a couple wet coughs. Libby jumped, backing away from him quickly. He coughed again, harder this time, and then again. The nurse came hurrying in quickly, making Libby step to the side and quickly hide the bottle in her pocket.
"Is he going to be okay?" She asked innocently. The nurse took a rag from the counter and began wiping bloody sputum from the man's mouth.
"I'm not sure," She said truthfully, "Why don't you go back to your room, sweetie?" Libby hesitated, then quickly retreated down the hall.
The man coughed into the rag a couple more times before trying to raise himself up off the bed.
"Sir," The nurse said, gently holding him down. "Sir, I need you to stay flat, alright?" The man hacked again, then tried to clear his throat. The nurse quickly gave him some water to drink. After washing down the crud in his throat, the man finally stopped his coughing fit.
"Are you okay, sir? How do you feel?" The nurse knelt down to be on eye level with the Russian.
"Like shit," The man managed to croak. His opened his blue eyes to look at the woman. The nurse smiled a little.
"I would think so. You've been through a lot today, sir." She paused. "What's your name?"
The Russian man cleared his throat again before answering. "Sasha," He said, his voice hoarse. "Sasha Belov."
Isam made his way towards the gate. There was something strange going on just outside, and he wasn't sure just how close he should get to it. It looked as thought the radioactive man, Jacob or something, was letting his powers loose. It didn't really look like they needed any more help, so he decided that he should get his well earned rest.
Isam's feet carried him towards the back end of the city, where the people he had led there now resided. He remembering having been on his way to Omar's this morning, but never making it. The man's farm came into the view at the front of the Arab neighborhood. Cows grazed on the grass within their pens, and chickens ran loose as they pleased. A cat was playing with a dead mouse off by the barn. Isam looked at the few remaining horses in their paddock, munching on hay. His group wouldn't have gotten too far without them.
Omar's home was humble and inviting. Isam took his shoes off at the door before letting himself in. With Omar nowhere in sight, he walked into the living room and collapsed on the couch. Omar had the most comfortable couch...or maybe he was just very tired. Isam found his eyes getting heavy as he laid there, and soon, he was asleep.
The girl looked up at the IV that was replenishing the man's blood. She could make this look like an accident if she just poured something bad in there. Libby wasn't sure what to use, but there were several bottles around. She was sure that if she used them all, something was bound to happen. The girl took a slow step forward, reaching out to take a small, glass bottle of lidocaine. She had no idea what it did, but it looked important. She looked up at the IV and tried to see how the bag would open; she couldn't even reach up there!
Suddenly, the man gave a couple wet coughs. Libby jumped, backing away from him quickly. He coughed again, harder this time, and then again. The nurse came hurrying in quickly, making Libby step to the side and quickly hide the bottle in her pocket.
"Is he going to be okay?" She asked innocently. The nurse took a rag from the counter and began wiping bloody sputum from the man's mouth.
"I'm not sure," She said truthfully, "Why don't you go back to your room, sweetie?" Libby hesitated, then quickly retreated down the hall.
The man coughed into the rag a couple more times before trying to raise himself up off the bed.
"Sir," The nurse said, gently holding him down. "Sir, I need you to stay flat, alright?" The man hacked again, then tried to clear his throat. The nurse quickly gave him some water to drink. After washing down the crud in his throat, the man finally stopped his coughing fit.
"Are you okay, sir? How do you feel?" The nurse knelt down to be on eye level with the Russian.
"Like shit," The man managed to croak. His opened his blue eyes to look at the woman. The nurse smiled a little.
"I would think so. You've been through a lot today, sir." She paused. "What's your name?"
The Russian man cleared his throat again before answering. "Sasha," He said, his voice hoarse. "Sasha Belov."
Isam made his way towards the gate. There was something strange going on just outside, and he wasn't sure just how close he should get to it. It looked as thought the radioactive man, Jacob or something, was letting his powers loose. It didn't really look like they needed any more help, so he decided that he should get his well earned rest.
Isam's feet carried him towards the back end of the city, where the people he had led there now resided. He remembering having been on his way to Omar's this morning, but never making it. The man's farm came into the view at the front of the Arab neighborhood. Cows grazed on the grass within their pens, and chickens ran loose as they pleased. A cat was playing with a dead mouse off by the barn. Isam looked at the few remaining horses in their paddock, munching on hay. His group wouldn't have gotten too far without them.
Omar's home was humble and inviting. Isam took his shoes off at the door before letting himself in. With Omar nowhere in sight, he walked into the living room and collapsed on the couch. Omar had the most comfortable couch...or maybe he was just very tired. Isam found his eyes getting heavy as he laid there, and soon, he was asleep.
I have a few
Not much other than them eventually trying to attack the city
Feel free to shoot some ideas my way =P
I may or may not shoot them down
Not much other than them eventually trying to attack the city
Feel free to shoot some ideas my way =P
I may or may not shoot them down
Imma post when I get home today =P I have a lot planned out for this next one, so I don't wanna rush it.
I may go into's Isam's history a bit
maybe we'll get to see some of the awful shit he did that keeps getting alluded to
I may go into's Isam's history a bit
maybe we'll get to see some of the awful shit he did that keeps getting alluded to
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