MonsieurShade

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John ceased bearing his teeth and hissing and waited until Zed was out of sight before he eyed the newcomers with an unreadable expression somewhere between amusement and caution, particularly the girl that inquired about a wheelchair, 'instant prey. he mused mentally. He debated actually introducing himself to the group, however that would have to wait, his long forked tongue flickered out slowly, alerting him to the person who was hiding around a corner. John turned his head towards Vindle, then in a blur closed the distance between himself and the young man and staring him coldly in the eye, "You shouldn't be peering around corners like that." he said in a surprisingly smooth and subdued tone, "One might come to the wrong conclusion as to the nature of your intent...".

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John heard one of the small group address themselves as "Jr" as all things, however he barely registered the actual words. John's tongue darted in and out slowly as he examined Jr for a few seconds, taking in the boy's posture and meek appearance as well as replaying Jr's tone in his head a few times before subconsciously deciding that everything about the boy just screamed 'prey'. A movement to his right made John tilt his head in Zed's direction, he felt a small tingling in the base of his skull as he eyed the claws that tipped Zed's fingers, however he did not flinch despite the fact that he'd come to the subconscious decision that Zed was a possible predator. John's lips pulled back, revealing two rows of needle like teeth as well as a massive pair of canine teeth in his upper jaw, each sporting small grooves that dripped a clear liquid as the boy flickered his tongue and let out a loud, rasping hiss to warn Zed.

[For reference, this is what your average B.Gabonica hiss sounds like.]

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As John wandered towards the sources of the smells he slowly started to become aware of something very peculiar. He could sort of see the outlines of objects in a different spectrum, every now and then it was if his vision was shifting between the slightly dull coloring of the hall he was in only to explode into a vibrant portrait of colors that were both hot and cold, however nothing stuck out quite like the vibrant reddish oranges that were several meters away. John picked up his pace, his bare feet slapped against the cold floor, each step coming down quicker than the last. So focused on the vibrance of three red colors nearby was John that he failed to realize precisely what the outlines were shaped like until he was almost upon them. John's vision snapped back into it's regular state just before he could plow into a group of people, causing the boy to curse and stumble a bit in his effort to avoid the two females and male. John avoided the group and fell to the floor, only to bolt back to his feet with a grimace as he felt his bare torso come in contact with the floor. 'People!', The words flashed in John's mind like a neon sign as he jumped back a bit to make some distance and began to flicker his forked tongue at the three rapidly in a combination of curiosity and surprise.

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'Cold....sticky...and i'm thirsty...' He hated to cold, the stickiness and thirst were unpleasant, but they didn't hold a candle to the spine chilling cold that ran up and down his body. The 'he' in this scenario was John G. Alexander, however he did not know that just yet. John slowly opened his eyes and hissed with annoyance as the slitted pupil's in his cold grey eyes expanded and contracted from the sudden shift in brightness. "My head...where am I?" John muttered as he sat up and winced as a flare of pain shot through his skull, he reached up to grip his head, only to recoil as he felt that same sticky wetness now on his hair. The boy stared down at his hand, then to his shirt which were both covered in some sort of viscous brown substance. John's tongue flickered from his mouth as he leaned towards the substance. He didn't quite know why he did it, however it felt natural, besides, it helped him discern precisely what was stuck to him: coagulated blood.

He grimaced a bit, more so at the fact that it was cold and sticky rather than the fact that it was blood, however now that left the question of where the blood had come from. John didn't need to wait long for an answer as he examined the room which contained several corpses, each was wearing a white jacket, was long dead and was sporting a peculiar injury of some sort. One man, appearing in his forties, lay dead with his head twisted at an odd angle and his throat covered in bruises, another -this one a young woman- sported a horribly swollen face with two large puncture wounds in her cheek, a final man, who's age was indiscernible due to most of his face having been torn off, and, oddly enough there was a syringe embedded in his eye socket. John stared at the bodies blankly, feeling nothing, not shock, not fear, not even a morbid sense of curiosity, just apathy.

John pried his shirt off, then reached over and ripped the sleeve from the forty year old man's jacket and wiped the coagulated blood from himself before standing and walking out. The boy had no idea who he was, where he was, or why he was there, nor did he particularly care at the moment, there was only one thing he cared about now: finding a drink. Flickering his tongue a few times, John caught the scent of other people, once again though he wasn't sure of how he knew it. Not that it mattered though, people meant there might be something to drink, so to the people he would go. John walked down the hallway towards the source of the smells.

Comatose

So is the RP now active, or are we waiting for more players to join? I'm not asking this to express complaint, merely expressing curiosity. Also thanks for the warm greeting~ I can only imagine what may ensue when John meets some of the others.

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Yo' I hope no one minds if I join in on the fun~

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Full Name
John G. Alexander

Alias(es) / Titl(es) / Nickname(s)

Gender
Male

Age
17

Active Abilities
Hybrid physiology- John's DNA is ninety percent human, with the other ten percent belonging to the species Bitis Gabonica, as such he boasts increased strength, incredible speed (in short bursts), a heightened sense of smell and a venomous bite

Passive Abilities
John is able to sense heat signatures through freckle like glands on his face

Weapon(s)
None

Personality
There's no getting around it; John is a sociopath who is actually physically incapable of expressing remorse or empathy, although he's quite good at faking it along with whatever other emotions are required for a situation. His experimentation has led to a rather interesting side effect where he is only truly capable of viewing people as either prey (easy to kill) or predators (threats to avoid confrontation with). It is extremely hard to figure out what he views someone as until he makes a move, likely because despite his sociopathic tendencies, he behaves in a reserved manner that could easily be mistaken for shyness.

Weakness/Fear(s)
John grows tired fairly quickly, he is also extremely susceptible to extreme heat or cold

Special Abilities / Traits / Attributes / Quirks
Much like an actual snake John has a forked tongue with his will flicker frequently, he also moves in a deliberately slow manner both to conserve energy and lull others into a false sense of security

Theme song:
The Spine

Other

Black Lagoon: Different Lagoon

Dimitri shrugged off Alice's display as she claimed it to be effect of the odd drug she'd just inhaled, "Welp, its a good thing that all my memories are pretty damn awesome then. I wouldn't mind buying more of this mind fuck in my spare time, getting high while having a nice little trip down memory lane sounds pretty fun. Still, Krista's right, you might want to stay away from this stuff if you have THAT kind of effect." he said before casually picking up the bong and taking another hit. The demo-man blew out a series of smoke rings before exhaling the remaining smoke through said rings and setting down the bong. Noting the sudden shift in the atmosphere of the room, Dimitri clapped his hands together once and stood, "Maybe its the weed talking, but I feel as though we could all use a drink. Tell you guys what, I think I saw a sign for a bar a few blocks from the docks on our way in. Seeing as I promised Alice a bar room brawl anyway and our captain looks as though he'd greatly enjoy being rid of us for a few hours, how about we go get drunk off our asses? My treat." he offered with a slightly dopey smirk plastered on his face rather than his scowl. The drinks were in no way going to be free of course, Dimitri fully intended to be payed back in the form of cash, drugs, or whatever else he could think of that he'd want, however the others didn't need to know that at the moment.

Black Lagoon: Different Lagoon

Dimitri shrugged and whipped out his own zippo and proceeded to take a long hit, coming up after a while with a small hiccup like sound as the dominican man fought to keep from coughing. After a bit of this Dimitri exhaled the smoke though his nose, "Ah man, this kind of reminds me of when I was stationed in California for border patrol during my first year in the military. We had this apartment in Tijuana for weekends and holidays that everyone in our unit shared, and all we ever did there was get baked or piss-faced drunk. Anyway, these local kids would always come knocking on the door at like quarter to six in the morning and ask for change. One night this guy, Blake has this weed induced epiphany and says he knows how to stop this from happening again. So i'm like 'fuck it, whatever man' and decide to get some shut eye. 5:45 rolls around and when the kids come, Blake tosses them some change and tells them to come around for more. At this point i'm kind of confused, but he just said trust him, so the next morning when the kids show up, I wake up to this NASTY ass smell, and find Blake in the kitchen with a pot. So I go to ask him what the shit he's cookin' and you know what I see? A bunch of fuckin' coins glowing in the pan. So Blake walks out the door and throws them on the ground, and I just watch out the window as the kids burn their fingers trying to pick the coins up. This one kid...hahaha...this one kid's SHIRT caught fire and his friends or siblings or whatever the hell they were had to beat the shit out of him to dose the flames before they all ran off. Blake just looks at me and goes "They asked for change" and went back in the apartment to go to sleep. We never so those kids again." Dimitri said before bursting in to a full on fit of laughter as he recounted the story.

Black Lagoon: Different Lagoon

Sorry for my inactivity guys, I spent the last few days prepping for and attending a reptile convention for both work related reasons and personal ones, I had hoped in my absence though that at least two people had posted seeing as I like that to be the minimum number of posts before I make one of my own. Ah well, in lighter news I came away from the convention with plenty of reputable breeder's business cards for my boss, and yet another snake for myself~

Vienna Academy ~LIMITED~

Sorry for being absent for so long guys, theres a reptile convention coming up in about two days were I live and i've been using the time to prep both for work related and personal purposes. I may or may not be on later today, but saturday is a definite no go for me, at least until around 6:00 or 7:00 PM EST based on how the traffic is on the way there and back. Just figured i'd let you all know rather than just up and disappearing for seemingly no reason.