Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Married to his desk and job Personality: Robert is tired. Tired of everything that keeps screwing up in his life. Because it all feels the same, never changing. Robert comes of as a man with little joy in his life most times, and what little joy he has he sure isn't sharing with you. Those he don't know or don't care for, he'll keep conversation short if he can, or sarcastic if he wants to. And as for his work, he's almost gotten used to doubting every case he's on; it's always fraud, always short-term gain. People are funny like that, but he no longer finds the joke amusing.
But he keeps working. Sure he does it because he can't find employment anywhere else, but then again he's good at what he does. Robert's persistant in digging off the dirt of what has happened, and doesn't give up easily once he has his mind set on it. Even if he's tired, he knows he's got a job to do. Same might apply for the few people he knows he can count on out there; the friends who didn't judge him for failing in life, those he's boxing with, the person his heart beats a little bit faster for. He's loyal towards them, afraid of losing them, even if some he can't get. He's a very conflicted man like that. Fears:
Leg-Lamps. Lamps made to look like legs. They're terrifying.
The end of the week
Genesis - With Phil Collins, fight me.
Warm and sunny days
Cards On The Table
Hand To Hand
What Is On Your Person:
Clothing: Dark brown leater jacket, blue jeans, red cotton shirt, brown dress shoes, fall gloves.
Wallet: Driver's License, 60 $ of cash, Firearm's License, Credit Card, Boxing Club membership card
Cell Phone, Samsung Galaxy S4
Notebook and pen
Access card to Insurance Company
Spare magazine (10 rounds)
Character Quote(s): "You'd think people would insure themselves against stupidity or something, but no; they're insured against things that don't happen to the averange American. Only people who actually are smart enough are cheating the system for the money. And that's where I come in." Theme Song: Anything Else:https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4800064 *By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.
Name: Mahendra Huq Zalil Age: 31 Starting RP: Deeper Than The Sands Birth Place: Kolkata, West Bengal, British Raj Gender: Male Languages: Bengali & English
Height:5ft 8 inches Weight:147lbs Build: Average Eyes: Dark brown Hair: Coal black, medium short, styled back. Skin Tone: Brown Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar across his left arm after being slashed by a sabre, and in face after the glass-incident.
Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Married Personality: First impression matters a whole lot for Mahendra. To those who's left a good impression on the shorter man, he's a polite and generous man. He's usually seen wearing a friendly smile under than black moustache, nodding and giving friendly gestures to known friends and strangers alike. He's a man who firmly believes that there's good in all men, as long as they're ready to admit their wrong-doings and ask for forgiveness. And for those he cares for, he'll go far to help them in any way he can.
Then there's the more conservative, traditional side of Mahendra, the one who shows his true self if left a bad impression. A firm believer in karma, he's under the impression that certain things happen for certain reasons, and that what befalls a man is justly deserved. Be rude or behave in a bad manner, and you'll find it difficult to be seen by Mahendra as anything else but a scoundrel, a baffoon or worse, destined to be reincarnated as a bug. Fears: Omens of uncertain death
Showing his ancestry
Seeing new sights and places
Peace and quiet
Rude or brash behaviour
Cards On The Table
Trade (Animal Handler)
Special Weapon (Whip)
What Is On Your Person: What did your character ~warp~ with? List only what was on them when you ~warped~
Clothing - Black polished boots, dark blue pants and suit-jacket, white shirt, and dark red turban.
Wallet - 27£ 6p, passport (British Indian), geologist- and military-certificates, picture of his wife and child.
Character Quote(s): "Everything happens for a reason. It is best for us to take the hand we're dealt and do our best." Theme Song:The Cave - Mumford & Sons Anything Else:https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4384606 *By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.
Name: Richard Barker Age: 36 Starting RP: Deeper Than The Sands Birth Place: New York, NY State, United States of America Gender: Male Languages: New York Yankee-English*, heavily accented Egyptian Arabic*
Height:5ft 7 inches Weight:187 Lbs Build:Average, but little toned Eyes: Brown Hair: Black, shortly cut and slicked back. Skin Tone: Fair Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Deep scar going down his nose.
Richard comes across as a man with one thought in his mind most of the time; solving that last case, whatever the cost may be. He is determined to get the job done effectivly and correctly, in order to get that rent payed and food bought. And in doing so, he can appear as a man lacking emotions. He knows that most people lie to save their own skin, that many do so to both him and their closest ones, and that he probably will uncover whatever dirt they have on them. That's his job after all, figuring out who murdered that lonely man, where that cheating husband ran off to and with who, and where all those public funds got lost. People commit crimes, they lie, and he knows he probably can and will too.
That being said, Richard does have people he trusts and loves; people he would do a whole lot to keep safe and happy. It's just that because of some of these people that he's sceptical of others. People he loved and cared for lied to him, and that's what hurts the most. The remaining few are far in-between, though some have entered his soft spot after That happened. Just don't go expecting him to like you at first glance, even for your sweet smile and swinging walk.
Solving a case
Not having to borrow money, again
Sleeping in a proper bed
People commenting his nose
Clues not adding up
Cards On The Table
Breaking & Entering
What Is On Your Person: What did your character ~warp~ with? List only what was on them when you ~warped~
Clothing - Light grey jacket, white shirt and red-striped tie, dark beige pants, light brown wide-brimmed fedora, black polished shoes, black sunglasses, wrist watch and nose-badage.
Wallet - Private Eye-license, passport, some money (British pounds), photograph of his daughter Elise, contact-information for American consulate, key to his room
Notepad and pencil
"Sure doll, like I'm supposed to believe that?"
"Don't make me angry. You won't like me angry."
"...and that's how the dog barks." - Said when finding or figuring out a clue
"Everybody's got secrets, even if they don't know it themselves."
"If it seems ordinary, you can bet your five cents that something's off. Seen it too many times to ignore it by now."
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"Let's see…we're talking something between Mick Jagger late '69 and Neil Young at his best. Hell, I could give you a run for your money with that hair." Alexander had to answer Beatrice with a smirk, pleasently surprised to hear her laugh, even if it was only slight. This was one of the few moments of his past he'd shared with his favourite Let's Not Talk About It-person, and to hear her respond to it with an unusual sense of joy was a nice change of pace. It was nice, talking about his past without the fear. He'd be smart to keep that in check.
What followed was an overkill of an information-dump that could be only rivaled by the military Alexander had been part of a good four decades earlier, and he'd been good at paying attention better than he did in his early adulthood. It being Thana holding the briefing only made him more attentive of all the information. Only thing missing now was their officers jotting down notes, coordinates and whatnot so they didn't have to remember every order under the hail of gunfire.
Alexander listened carefully to each and every word Thana spoke to them throughout the whole briefing, only in brief moments seeing images of his days in the Army flash before his eyes as it sounded all too familiar to him. The C.O. holding all the cards and being the allmighty lord of the camp, your pre-miliary skills not being needed before you'd proven you could clean up other people's shit, meal-schedules, what you were allowed to do and carry and not, and much more. Yeah, Alexander had been through it before, though in a slightly different varation and context. The military needed them back in '70, they didn't now. But Alexander was still pretty sure he'd want to join.
His confidence grew slim when Thana mentioned the part of therapy.
The old veteran held the piece of paper before him, reading through it until he once again came back to the part with therapy. Therapy…he'd never had that. He knew enough fellow vets of what that could mean. Therapy meant talking about your feelings. Talking about your feelings meant talking about what caused them, and talking about that meant talking about what they'd done…what Alexander had done. Was he ready to do that? Would he ever be ready? His old eyes read the line again, again and again until the words no longer held any meaning. Therapy recommended, though not required. Did he really have a choice? He'd gotten this far without it, but could he?
Alexander looked over the paper again, before signing it. This was his best option by far, even if he didn't neccecarely like it. This was the military; you might not like it, but it gave you a sense of normality to a life who's normality was shattered by the undead. He'd have to ask about the therapy more after this, but if he didn't have to do it, he'd rather not…unless that was what his wife would have wanted? Alexander stood up and walked slowly over to Thana to hand in his paper, giving her a loaded smile at it all. He was tired of living like he had done on the outside, and now he wanted to prove himself useful, even if memories would come back to haunt him. He wanted to say something, but nothing wise came to him, so instead he handed in his papers and went back to his seat.
Nigel nodded back to Hunter, glad that he was perhaps helping in the young, troubled man's existantial crisis with his reassurances. The young man had made progress since the first day Nigel saw him, if it wasn't one hell of a poker player or anything. Or a Gaulish barbarian assimilating into Roman culture who did all he could to be a good Roman, though deep in his heart his soul belonged to the forrests and rivers of Gaul. Perhaps Nigel too was a Gaul, a foreigner to this new society that was determined to forge their place in a unkind world. They all probably were, all various cultures and tribes that would become part of this military society. Was then Nigel a Greek?
"If they will allow it, it would be more than just cool. I've had my sword since this whole thing began, and it has yet to fail me." Nigel said back to Hunter, returning the smile as he finally got some eye-contact with him. Progress. He had no idea whether or not he would actually be allowed to work his trade in the camp, but he struggled to think they wouldn't find use of his skills. How many blacksmiths were out there those days?
Then Thana began to explain the way forward for them. All of them, both those who wished to stay and those who didn't. It was a lot of explaining, and Nigel did his best to take note of all the points she made underway. It all boiled down to one of the first things Thana made abundently clear; Camp Mexico Beach was a military camp. Rules existed for eveything, and for every rule there was a punishment. Like the legions of the Roman Republic and Roman Empire, you worked and fought who you were told to. They owed you nothing, it was your duty to serve if you wanted something in return. Work yourself up from the bottom, prove yourself worthy. It was what all modern militaries had based themselves on after all, it worked.
Nigel "Hadrian" was having few doubst in what he wanted. Like he believed himself, Rome did not become one of the greatest empires by playing nice or easy. It was a harsh world out there. If peace is what you seek, prepare for war, and so on. He still took a little time to read over the paper, noting the lack of required therapy for him. It was a good sign that his interview hadn't gone as bad as he'd feared. It also gave Erica enough time for him to notice her nudging him as she sat down with him. Nigel looked up at her, giving her a soft smile before looking down at the paper and signing it. "Let's hope this works for us." Nigel said to Erica, standing up and walking over to Thana to hand her the papers. Afterwards Nigel went back to sit with Erica, returning the favour and giving her a nudge. He hope this would work. He didn't want to be alone anymore. "Just asked Hunter if he'd like to be forge a sword. Want to learn it too?"
The Honourable Lord Major was quite right indeed in what he stated as they began their descent into the unknown darkness below; Too many of their fellow companions had befallen their deaths in the most gruesome sorts of ways. And for all his fears of seeing the signs that would announce his very own demise, Mahendra was not ready to stand down like a coward. Onwards was the way, towards their destiny like Mahendra had stormed the Turkish positions many years ago. With their retreat cut off, this was their last stand. Not one step back! Though he would have liked to follow Faye's advice in regards to being armed. "Yes, quite so, Miss Masterson. Alas I am afraid I am armed with neither rifle nor sabre. Be careful, everyone."
Richard was not liking this one bit, not as they began their route down Shady Avenue number 1 and he was trouble walking straight. Perhaps his mind was too torn apart in various directions, like a stream of cars all entering and exiting the intersection outside his office window. Keep Faye safe, hit whatever would come flying at him like a bat out of Hell, and keep moving further. In silence he cursed the lack of any good sources of light, not to mention what the Lord Major had said earlier. Too many had died already? Just how far down the rabbit hole did this group of wackos go? A detective would have asked a whole lot about this group at this point, but Richard Barker wasn't just a detective. He was a good one, save from his earlier gaffe involving their introduction. No, he learned from his mistakes and took to heart Faye's suggestion of keeping their mouths shut. Richard gave Faye an approving nod, leaning against the wall as…lights came into view?
"Extraordinary…" the Fellowship's geologist whispered under his breath upon witnessing the show of light fly past them alongside the wall. It was an impressive sight to see, especially for Mahendra and his interest of archeology. Several questions buzzed through his mind about the source of light, and the structure as a whole. How was this possible? How could the oil suddenly be lit, and after so many years? It must surely be an effect of the whole tunnel turning new and fresh!
The New York detective was still having his doubts of whether or not he'd gone bonkers under the Egyptian sun or something, seeing the whole world change around him like that, though he clung onto his sanity the best he could. Richard was a man of logical explainations to the wildest of cases, and his detective mind was sure to attempt a similar process down there. But for that he needed a bit more elbow room to look over all the clues and such, not an ancient tunnel changing before his very eyes. Struggling to keep himself straight, he'd resort to keep up his efforts to keep an eye out and keep Faye safe. If anything, perhaps she could come up with one of her mystified theories in order to explain all of this in a way that would make sense to Richard?
Characters current location: Athribis, Underground, following Nora. Characters attempted actions: Mahendra is continuing to assist Nora in whatever endearvours she's leading them into, be it assisting in guideing them or examining their surroundings. Any and all skills being used: Excavation, Geology. Why each skill is being called: Excavation to pull from his experience with dig-sites and such, and Geology in order to inspect the various bricks of stone like before. Desired location: Athribis, Underground, following Nora.
Characters current location: Athribis underground, following the group. Characters attempted actions: Richard's still going to keep his guard up and make sure nobody is sneaking up behind them, standing ready with his club. Any and all skills being used: Observation, Deduction, Club Why each skill is being called: Observation for general percieving of their surroundings, Deduction for putting the pieces together, and Club in order to defend himself and Faye. Mostly Faye. Desired location: Athribis underground, following the group.
Robert had gone too far to stop once Adelaide shouted after him, whether or not he was within hearing distance or not. He may not have known Zoie or cared much about her well-being in what Robert would call his everyday-life, but out here? Through the haze, specks of blood and gunfire filling the void of his previous existance which now held a terrifying excitement? Yeah, he probably would have run after her in order to make sure that this living person was fine. And so he did, as fast as he could in his day and age, thankful that years of athletics was still paying off to this day.
Or he would have thanked himself, had it not been for what sight befell his eyes what lay behind that last corner. He got within eyesight of Zoie, about to shout something after her, something about confirming she was okay and/or what was going on. But he did not expect this. His mouth was left hanging down to his chest, his eyes fixated in horror as he watched what the…thing did to Zoie. Was it a monster, a shadow, a figment of his imagination that was running on its last juices after too many years behind the desk? Regardless of what it was, Robert could only watch as Zoie was ripped apart, piece by piece as if she was some old ragdoll played too hard with.
Robert had seen some grousome sights in his life, especially the few times he'd been pulled to sights of house fires were the bodies were yet to be scooped up by the fine men in white hazmat suits. This? This was on a whole new level of What The Fuck!?. And in a good response to the sight of the shadow monster and Zoie being ripped to pieces, Robert did the only thing he could think of to do.
He began to ran.
Faster than he had ever ran in his life, Robert spared no breath or pain in his effort to get the fuck out as quick as he humanly could. If not to save his own skin, he had to warn Adelaide and Mali of the impending danger they all were in. It must have been in his confused horror that he only made it a few feet, finding gravity to be a greater danger to him at the moment as he tripped forward. Falling face first towards the ground, he used all his strenght to catch the fall. He couldn't stop now, not when he was still so close to…It, whatever that was. He had to keep going, keep running.
Characters current location: Grimm,Indiana, fleeing from the shadow monster. Characters attempted actions: Robert's going to get back up and continue his flight from whatever tore Zoie to shreds. Any and all skills being used: Stamina, Endurance Why each skill is being called: Stamina in order to run the distance required without getting too winded, and Endurance to push through whatever pain he's having now after having fallen to the ground. Desired location: Grimm, Indiana, running back to Adelaide and Mali
It felt good to be accepted around the table as Thalia gave her fellow amputee permission to sit with them. He wasn't and would never force himself into their company, but he did miss talking to them a bit. Especially Beatrice, or perhaps more fitting the time they spent together without uttering a single word. Was that true friendship? Just sitting the two of you in a room, in a car or out walking in the autumn breeze, in total silence? It was moments like those he enjoyed most spending with Judith after all, so perhaps yes? Giving Beatrice a soft smile, Alexander returned the greeting. "Morning, Bea."
To Thalia, Alexander only shook his head and grinned, grabbing his side of the table and getting started with his breakfast. It was simple, fitting a man of his age and religion, as he quickly whispered a prayer to the Big Man up above. If this was his last day here, he was going to enjoy it in a simple way. He wasn't a rowdy youngster anymore, as the General had reminded him, but age brought joy to the smaller things. Like this. Like a normal family dinner, he missed those…really.
The Spanish flew past the ol' Veteran faster than a Huey evac'ing the wounded, but he caught into the latter part of the conversation. Arrested? Alexander had to chuckle at the thought of Thalia being arrested. It was probably true, she was one firery Angel after all. Was this how Manny had been in his youth, like he told earlier? Maybe. Alexander would probably have still liked him back then, even if his younger self was a very different kid. "Never arrested me either, only pulled over by a rookie cop or sent home as a youngster. It was a different time, the 60's and 70's you know? Could you imagine me with long hair?"
Sitting by himself was perhaps not such a bad move after all, as Nigel got a few moments to enjoy his breakfast in peace. Erica was clearly engaged in conversation with the two women and the old guy, and Nigel knew better than to waltz in and interrupt whatever they were talking about. He'd walked in on far too many conversations between his students to know that asking "So what are you talking about?" was a more solid way to sink the conversation than Greek fire. Still, Nigel sent the occational glanze over to Erica, just in time to catch her smile and nod to him. Smiling back at her, Nigel also nodded, as if in silent code telling her that he saw her and hoped she was doing okay. He really did, as she was by far the nicest person he'd spent time with in the Afterworld.
It was about this time that his Roman defensive fort on the banks of the Rhine was reenforced by Hunter, like his usual self clutching a cup of coffee as he spoke to Nigel. "The big day, capital T." Nigel idly replied back to the young soldier, noticing the lack of eye-contact but putting it down to Hunter's usual self. He had a long way to go, but Nigel thought he was making progress, so he would give young Hunter a little faith. "If not politely, then they will ask. They've been quite up-front with us from the start, I think, and nobody's waved their guns at us yet. If they're a civilized, if militarized society, they'll ask. Even Rome used diplomacy, you know."
Nigel took his own sip of his coffee, briefly looking at Hunter before letting his eyes wander around the room like so many times before. He hoped for the best, but prepared for the worst to come. As long as he'd be reunited with his gladius and other equiptment, Nigel would be fine. One way or another. Nigel "Hadrian" turned back to Hunter, continuing the conversation. "Don't worry, Hunter, it will all turn out okay somehow. Dum vita est, spes est." Nigel really hoped so himself. If anything, he was more afraid of being alone than anything else. His new-found companionship with the others had re-ignited the social side of him, after so long in isolation. Was this the same thought-process Hunter was going through? "Say, Hunter, want to learn how to forge your own sword?" Perhaps Hunter would enjoy his ramblings about Rome as much as Erica had?
He just wished he could continue to ramble on to Erica about that. Who else would listen to him?
Location: Athribis (Underground) Skills: Understanding of local Egyptian superstition, Geology, Natural Geography, Excavation - Observation, People-reading, Deduction
"Don't thank me yet, Doll. We're still rats scurrying the sewers. Come on, let's get out of here." Richard said back to Faye after she thanked him, giving her a serious look of managable concern. They weren't safe yet, not before they'd gotten out of those dark ruins and out into fresh, open air. Having ignored Faye's mention of her missing sisters and her own connections with the supernatural, Richard began to move down the tunnel they'd come from. And thankfully they weren't alone in their desire to leave, with the lady called Ridgeway also voicing her desire to exit the vacate the premises so to speak. "Then let's get out of here already!"
Mahendra wasn't about to flee in fright like so many comrades of his colonial regiment had during the Great War, climbing out of the sand-filled trenches and shot for cowardice. No, Mahendra would retreat their position once ordered by the Lord Major, the only one he'd be ready to follow the orders out of respect and honour. Not out of politeness. So it was with a sigh of relief that he was soon given the order, after what Mahendra though were the Lord Major whispering something about…inappropriate people. Mahendra restrained his desire to salute the Lord Major, but did give him a firm nod. "Very well, Lord Major sir. Lauren, Mister and Misses…nevermind that, let us leave with haste!" Mahendra stated to the remainders of the Fellowship, ready to leave as soon as possible!
Richard hadn't gotten far at all before he was stopped in his tracks. All of them were, and it was not a good sight to see. "What the…" Right in front of them, the tunnel had been sealed off somehow, blocking their exit. This was bad. Really bad. "Oh this is just fucking great, isn't it? It's a flop, turn around!" Richard shouted out in anger at the sight, eyes going all over the place in hopes of finding another way out. Nothing. They were stuck.
"Wha…what? Oh my, the smell…" Mahendra questioned the clumsy American, before finding the need to cover his face when the stank hit his nostrils. The smell was bad, but not as bad as what Mahendra was starting to see around him. "The tunnel's been blocked off, no way in Hell we're getting out that way now…wait, what…"
Both the Bengali geologist and New York detective were having difficulty seeing what Gene was pointing out to them; the tunnel they were trapped in, it was starting to look new. Gene told them this had happened at another time and place, and was going to happen again? And to top it all of, she blurted out that Belladonna was a witch?
Both of them began to really grind their gears as hard as they could.
Mahendra was doing this as the expert, the academic who tried to figure out how this was possible. Be it divine or something bound in science, Mahendra could believe that this was really happening, however fantastical it all seemed. His mind raced through all he had learned in England, all he had experienced out in the field and down in excavations such as this, desperatly trying to tie the clues together! All for nothing. "This I have never experienced before…never in my life, no natural and mortal phenomenon can explain this!" Mahendra stated to the group, perhaps more so to himself in order to calm him down. But if it wasn't anything natural, it must be divine.
Richard on the other hand was having an entirely different crisis of reality. He had seen some shit through his life and careers in the police and private investigating. But nothing, nothing came close to the Houdini-shit he was seeing right then. Was he finally going mad? After all the shit he'd been put through, heartbreak and pain, was this the moment he finally got thrown into the looney bin? Still clutching the torch and making his way back to the group, he was doing one hell of a reality check on himself, coming to a conclusion; "I'm not going nuts, this is too real…Am I? Faye? This is some top-notch giggle-juice hangover…I'm not the only one seeing this shit, am I?" Richard asked the group and Faye directly, the only person he knew and trusted down in the tunnels, now trapped.
"No, Mr…Barker, was it? No, you're not the only one. This is something larger than all of us, something us mere mortal barely can begin to comprehend." Mahendra answered Richard, before turning to Nora as some light was requested up front and joining her. They were commited now. Best get it over with and find a way out of here. While Mahendra went up front to Nora, Richard stayed a little further back with Faye as he pulled out his club. "Stick close to me, this can get ugly. I might be stating the obvious, but we're in danger. Knee-deep in it, whatever it is. You're right, I wish I had my gun now. And Miss Benaszewski? What was that about your lady friend being a witch? And those glowing marks on you two? Not some fancy tattoos I guess."
Characters current location: Athribis, Underground, following Nora. Characters attempted actions: As per requested by Nora, Mahendra is going to bring forth the light to the front of the party, as well as assisting Nora in navigating the tunnels safely.. Any and all skills being used: Excavation, Geology. Why each skill is being called: Excavation to pull from his experience in dig-sites and such, and Geology in order to notice if any of the bricks and stones stick out to him as dangerous. Desired location: Athribis, Underground, following Nora into the darkness.
Characters current location: Athribis underground, following. Characters attempted actions: Now that they're stuck and clearly going the same way, Richard would like to keep his wits about him and make sure anything dangerous doesn't sneak up on them. He's staying alert and ready with his club. Any and all skills being used: Observation, Deduction, Club. Why each skill is being called: Observation for general percieving of their surroundings, Deduction for putting the pieces together, and Club in order to defend himself and Faye. Mostly Faye. Desired location: Athribis underground, following the group into the darkness.
A whole lot was going through Robert's mind right at that moment. A butt-load of thoughts, all connected and yet totally separated from one another. Firstly he was trying to logically think how the car managed to simply crash into something on it's own accord. He'd heard and worked on stories like these plenty times before, mostly people bullshitting their way to their insurance money. But hey, it was still possible, car's could be faulty right? But that blood…Robert was still backing away from the car, all possible answers coming back to that one clue; How could the blood be explained? Someone dropped blood on the carseat before letting it loose?
The more he thought about it, the more the least likely possibility became the more reasonable one. But that was impossible, right? It didn't help that the other thoughts clouding his mind were him questioning himself why he was there. This was a mess, a total clusterfuck that he'd rather not have anything to do with! Finally turning around and making his way back to where he'd left Adelaide, he was regretting taking this job more and more. Sure it was more exciting than his normal desk job, but this was more than he could chew.
"Adelaide?" Was all Robert managed to get out as he had turned around, before he heard more gunfire somewhere off in the distance. The direction Zoie had gone. "Shit, this is just great…" Robert said to himself, turning around once again to look in the direction Zoie had gone. He couldn't see her anymore, she was gone. "…Damnit Robert, this is a bad idea…" He muttered, pulling out his gun again and making a run for it. Shit was going down somewhere out there, and he sure wasn't going back into that house. With his luck it'd collapse on itself and imprison him under rubble. He didn't like his odds out in the haze either, but he'd take his chances, following wherever Zoie had gone. "Adelaide! I'm going after, could be in trouble!"
Characters current location: Grimm,Indiana, Tinder house outside. Characters attempted actions: Robert's going to follow Zoie and whatever path she took away from the house. She could be in trouble. Any and all skills being used: Stamina Why each skill is being called: Stamina in order to run the distance required without getting too winded. Desired location: Grimm, Indiana, following wherever Zoie went.
Alexander dreamt something that night. At least he think he did, for it was something more alike a memory rather than simply his sleep-deprived brain making up on the spot in his sleep. Somewhere far off in his sleep, Alexander was kneeling down on the tall-grassed ground somewhere in the middle of nowhere in Vietnam. Bullets flew past him as fast as his own bullets were fired at whoever NVA unit was trying to wipe them out. The whole lot of them, but they couldn't. Huey's were circleing their LZ and giving the Vietnamese a taste of high calibre machine gun fire to keep their own boys safe. Both alive and wounded. Sergeant Jackson barked an order, and Alexander lept from his position and into the waiting helicopter. Evacuation. The rest of it was a blur, but something stuck out to the ol' veteran. As they flew away from the hellscape below them, he heard the medic onboard shout something over the noise of the rotors. The wounded soldier they had dragged onboard? He was going to be okay.
He was going to be okay. Whatever happened, regardless of the death and other sorrows that had followed Alexander, he was going to be okay. It was going to be okay.
It was an odd feeling to wake up from one of his 'Nam-dreams and not find himself in a pool of sweat or to his lungs gasping for air. Alexander woke up slowly and gently, rubbing his eyes as he tried to figure out just what was going on. Had he gotten a good night of sleep again? Alexander pushed uphimself up to the edge of the bed, getting his leg put to place before getting dressed. Today was a big day, for all of them. A part of Alexander wanted to think hard over who would be accepted and who wouldn't, himself included. But another part of him echoed his words of reassurance to Manny the night before, and his interview with Aeron. It had been more of a friendly conversation between two men really. Even if he was old, he was full of experience. He would make it whatever happened, be it inside or outside those walls. He was determined on that, refusing to become the crippled burden he feared he had been.
"Morning, Manny. You awake?" Alexander greeted Manny as it was time for them to head for the Conference room. Breakfast, a good start on a day that could turn out so badly. Making his way to the Conference room, he noticed the people already in there getting their food, and Thana sitting with stacks of paper and Ash going over to her. Papers, what were they for? Certainly had to be connected to today's big happening, but Alexander wasn't going to pry for information. Instead he nodded and smiled politely to those he passed on his way to get some breakfast of is own, after the week starting to remember their names and faces.
Thalia and Beatrice had already gotten their breakfast and were joined by one of the small group's members, Erica was her name, right? Perhaps out of the habit of it all, Alexander walked more comfortable on his new leg over to the trio of girls and smiled at them. "Morning. I'll just grab a spot here with you three, if you don't mind? And Erica, was it?"
Whatever would happen that day, whoever would be given citizenship to this little military society the General was managing to make work down at the coast, Nigel "Hadrian" was preparing himself for either option. As he woke up from his slumber and slowly got dressed and ready for their first meal of the day, he went through the possibilities presented before him. In all honesty he felt there was a good chance that he'd be allowed to stay in Camp Mexico Beach, at least for some of his skills. Blacksmiths were in short supply, if they weren't interested in more fighters or teachers to bolster their ranks. So then either he was one of everyone that were accepted as fellow members of the camp, or one of few.
Then again they could have no real use for him, a Roman reenactor with no prior military experience who looked like a sore thumb amongst the group. That was a real possibility, one which he wasn't neccecarily afraid of. He had been on the outside before, both with fellow survivors or all by himself. He didn't like the thought of it, not least now that he had gotten to know some of these people, but if he had to…Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper would survive, whatever the cost may be.
Even if he would be heartbroken to leave his friends.
"Quo fata ferunt. Where the fates bear us to. I hope we'll all be all right, Hunter." Nigel said quietly to Hunter before leaving for the conference room, contemplating his future. Their future. If there were anyone he had any doubts qualified, it would have to be either Wayne or Hunter, perhaps the Victor-guy who was isolating himself more and more. Wayne was just bat-shit crazy and Hunter didn't make a stellar first-impression on their first day, but they had improved! Hadn't they? The Conference room was already filling up with people, least not the guards who were now armed. As if they anticepated the worst them too. People were getting breakfast, to which Nigel too would do. Nothing fancy or gluttoness, but he would enjoy it nonetheless.
This time Nigel wouldn't sit down with Erica. She was already acquainting herself with several others of the survivors, Thalia, Beatrice and Alexander the old one-legged guy. He felt perhaps a little out of place, and decided to sit alone at a table this time. Get a little space from Wayne and Hank and whatever they were going to do. And what at the end of the day? Who would he have to sit and eat with if he wasn't accepted? If Erica wasn't accepted? He would miss having someone to talk to, both his perhaps eccentric interest of Rome but also the little things…he would probably miss her, perhaps even Caligula and Shovel Knight…
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