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🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:The Prison

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Okay then, he wasn't out of the woods yet it would seem. The interrogator didn't seem satisfied with his explaination, pressing the details as to who opened the door, how and who apprehended that dirty scoundrel of an Arab. Haakon let his thought quickly bounce around in his mind; what could he tell? Who could he mention? What would give him either the end of a rope or the blindfold before the fire? But like before, he continued his explaintion, starting to gesticulate with his right hand.

"The police I meant. They were the ones to apprehend him after we took him out onto the street. Sorry, I wrongfully connected you and the local constabulary, still not accustomed to Egypt yet. Anyhow, like I said; the associate that opened the door is a Mr. Walsh, who was given the key by the mentioned associate at the spot. We were both armed with revolvers, mine of which is still being catalouged back at the barracks. That's how we apprehended him, seen as he decided to drop his knife when confronted by us."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: North Of Newnan (Veterans Memorial Park - Corner of Temple Ave. & Jackson St.)

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Well...shit. This was not what Alexander had thought would happen. Thalia's reaction was loud and clear; his luck and social skills had clearly passed for now, and they were not happy with him. Well Thalia wasn't, while Lola had refrained from barking at him. More than that, he wasn't sure what she was talking about. 'Mansplain'? What was that supposed to mean? And what the heck was he to do now?

"Yes ma'am. Sorry ma'am." said with a somewhat similar flatness to his voice as Thalia, though he was really sorry. Shit, had he forgotten how to be normal and not to lecture others? Or was it just that this generation was as thin-skinned as he thought, not able to take a joke, good or bad. But as he climbed back up onto the tank as instructed, he again concluded that it was his fault, Because she was right. God damnit, she was right and he was wrong. Hadn't he been in their company and made a damned fool of himself already, he'd hit himself.

Instead Alexander sat down at the back of the tank, now determined not to fuck up anymore than he already had by now. Though he didn't think it'd help, the damage was already done and his destination determined. The best he could do now was to shut up. As he sat at the back, he pulled out a worn-out picture from his pocket alongside what looked like a rosary. And while he was quiet to the two others, he began to pray for himself. Not that he had any faith that He liked him anymore than the two ladies with him.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:The Prison

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Nothing. For all his time with people in his career, trying to figure out their motives and if their words were true, Haakon just found a stone wall rising up behind the eyes of his interrogator. Not even when another man entered, put down a notepad and a pen on the table and left, did the pokerface man show any sign of emotion. Perhaps he was heartless, or he was simply trying to intimedate the Norwegian foreigner in front of him. In any case, it was disturbing, especially with the bloody pool still in from of Haakon. But he was told to continue, and so he did. With his hands folded resting at his lap, he continued.

"To keep it to a minimal and relevant, Miss Clark and I followed him through the kitchen and upstairs. We witnessed him enter one of the hotel rooms, and it was decided that I stay outside the room while Miss Clark tried to get around him from outside the balcony through another room. It was then that it became appearent what, or rather who he had argued about with the receptionist; a known assosiate of Miss Clark and I, as she and another assosiate appeared to question why I was standing outside her room. When the door was opened, with the given key to the door I must make clear, the murderer stood there, brandishing a knife towards Miss Clarke. The rest you already know, having apprehended him and taken him into custody. A criminal and a murderer was caught, another murder was avoided, and hopefully the first will be brought to justice. And that's what I was doing at the hotel, for that night I slept at the military barracks."

Haakon finished his explaination, hoping he had what was right; give them the information they wanted and enough to let them go, but not enough to cause them to dig further into the case. For he was having deep suspecion that the Non-disclosure Agreement still affected what he said in the prison. Putting it very bluntly, the question was whether he wanted the military to shoot him for treason for saying something they didn't like, or rotting in an Egyptian prison for not saying what they wanted him to say.

Of course it could all end happily and Josephine and him could just walk out of there, but he was starting to become quite the cynic.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: North Of Newnan (Veterans Memorial Park - Corner of Temple Ave. & Jackson St.)

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At least Lola seemed to be satisfied with Alexander's catch of the day. Did Kiwis drink tea like the British? He couldn't remember, but she was probably nuts enough to think that tea-set the greatest treasure in the world, and who was he to ruin her joy? Thalia on the other hand, she seemed less appreciative. Why though? It became apparent rather quickly as Thalia pressed Alexander back his radio.

"Oh...No, that wasn't you; that was the tank. Look, radio-communication requires codenames, even if we're alone. And you try coming up with cool codenames on the fly. So I'm sorry..." Alexander said to Thalia, before turning his attention to Lola with a apologetic expression. "Steel Chicken was only temporarely, of course. She's yours after all. Or he..."

Yeah, Alexander was still failing to make an improving impression on the two tankmen...tankwomen. And he himself was starting to wonder why he even kept up his search after finding the tea-set, seen as Thalia didn't see his mission as complete. He was about to point out that He didn't need a coffe mug to actually drink coffee or cocoa, and that he was doing this for more than just a mug himself, when Thalia tossed him the cocoa and told him of their so-called 'heart to heart'.

"Down the road a march? So..." Alexander stopped himself. He thought to ask if his company was not welcomed in their little group, but really it was obvious by the fact they offered to drive him a bit further. It was something at least, so he tried to look grateful and picked up where he left. "If I promise to never call you that again, I'd be grateful for the drive. Then I'll be out of your lives and tank, and you have an intact tea-set, coffe mug, and...well, you won't hear and old man's rambling anymore. Okay?"

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@RBYDarkThose are some very valid reasons, so I don't blame you. Just try to keep your head above the water, okay?

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@SigurdIt certainly will. I'm seriously considering re-writing it into a tabletop-campaign for my RL-group. We would obviouly get further than just standing in the middle of a hallway xD

Did you just return to school? What are you doing?

I'm okay, just a lot of work and school since we just started. And trying not to fall for Spanish girls at my school xD If anyone cares

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@SigurdWell this RP is starting to get ancient, so I guess it's pretty close :D

How's everyone doing?

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:The Prison

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He didn't like it, leaving Josephine with that revolting mass of a man and...whatever he wanted to do with her, but he knew that neither of them had much of a choice. So he entered the room with the representative without any fuss. At least anything audible, for inside him he tried not to think too much about what he had just entered; the worn-out and decayed furniture and inside of the room, the pool of blood on the table and the lone tooth resting peacefully in the puddle.

Peaceful, as in not being connected to Abbas' jaw anymore.

Haakon didn't argue with the representative and sat down on the chair as ordered. He took of his fedora, placing it at the table - away from the pool of blood, of course - as he looked up at his interrogator. "Short answer, Sir, is that I live there, and have done so for the past month." Haakon said to the man standing above him. For all the fear and uncertainty that had been brewing inside of him for their lovely little wagon-ride, he was putting on a brave face, while his voice was as serious as could be. Not accusing or agitated, just serious.

"The long story is that Miss Clark and I had partaken in a excursion down the Nile and to the Egyptian Museum that afternoon. Afterwards we returned to the Grand Continental for a drink and to continue our conversation. And I can only assume that your next question will revolve around how we came to meet that man arrested yesterday?" Haakon answered, taking a breath before continuing. He had certainly not expected to talk of what he was about to say, at least not unless he would have published the story himself; "We witnessed him commit murder in the first degree. It started when the two of us, Miss Clark and me, overheard him rather loudly arguing with the receptionist before causing him great distress and promptly leaving. I was curious, as us journalists are, and followed. I admit it wasn't my business to follow him, but curiosity overcame me, and Miss Clark followed. Best case scenario, he'd leave and cause no more trouble. Worst case? Well, following the man you arrested yesterday and dragged past us not five minutes ago, we came to the alleyway behind the hotel to hear the breaking glass, the man now dressed as a servant and entering the kitchen, and the dead body of the poor servant."

"We decided that there was no time to lose, and thus followed him back inside the kitchen and up several floors. We were trying to stop a cold-blooded murderer. Foolish? Perhaps, but then and there it seemed like the better option. Shall I go on, Sir?"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady AmaltheaDone and done. Sorry about that, the coffee mug was bad on my part. And I thought he could have smelled the cake, but I agree that he wouldn't know it that way.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: North Of Newnan (2 Temple Avenue) ---> (Veterans Memorial Park - Corner of Temple Ave. & Jackson St.)

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The kitchen surrounding Alexander was frighteningly familiar, sending a shiver down is spine as he let his eyes scan the now lit room. He tried to not let the memories come back, barely registering what his eyes were actually seeing. But he remained in the moment, for now. Not that anything stuck out to him there; the kitchen was old-fashion furnished, stove, fridge and all. The open cabinets were as empty as expected, but some remained closed; not that he expected them to contain anything mindblowingly important, but he tried to make a mental note of them for later.

His mind had other ideas, though, as he turned to see the door leading out the screened-in porch, the outside of the house and the tree-house. This time he couldn't hold back, and it all went black for a second. Then he opened his eyes again, but he was far away.

"Why, dad? Stop living my life for me!" A voice called out in what felt like a large cave, echoing far and beyond. An older man wearing massive glasses and an ironed-shirt neatly tucked into his pants, sat at the table beside the window. Snow was falling down like never before, but the seated man looked like he was boiling over. It was difficult to hear what he said, but the faint memory of words like "too young", "die" and "mother" gave much meaning to our spectator. The features of him were blurred, but the voice was familiar, though less hoarse as two words broke the encroaching darkness; "Fuck you!"

Smack

Alexander's palm hit his cheek with a loud smack, pulling him out of his state of manic delusion and back to the battered kitchen in the middle of Georgia. Yes, this was were he was, not an old house in Chicago. He had to focus. The small door on the right was his escape from his past then. He opened it.

Great, his luck clearly was having a very difficult time to decide what to award Alexander. The door he opened revealed what once had been a pantry, filled to the brim with such well-renowed nutritions that everyone knew and loved; nothing at all. Sure there were a few grains of rice, but it was more of a mockery towards Alexander than useful, and so he simply closed the door. Or rather, he slammed it shut.

He sighed as he turned around to the rest of the kitchen, starting to search through the various cabinets, dish-washer, stove and fridge. Hopefully this mission wouldn't just be good for those sending him on it. He had gotten tired of that many years ago.

The grumbling noises coming from the bearded elder grew louder for every empty cabinet he searched, until he finally slammed the fridge door shut so hard one might be afraid it would fall off. Really? Was this it, not finding anything at all? Alexander's eyes ran across the cabinets he had searched, irritated of his clear lack of favour by the lucky lady. Then they stopped. There was still one cabinet he hadn't searched.

He sighed, seriously considering if it was worth checking or not. What were the odds that he would actually find a proper mug...

But right there, hidden in the shadows, stood it; the coffe mug. Hadn't it been the time it was, Alexander would have seriously questioned the joy he felt for seeing such a beautiful sight. Carefully stretching out, he grabbed it and pulled it out of the cabinet, looking it over in the light. He had to chuckle to himself as he read the inscription; "'World's Greatest Lover'. Looks like the Grunt saves the day, once again."

What then? Alexander looked up with his cheery face from the mug and around the kitchen. It wasn't anything left to search there. His eyes gazed down the hall from which he'd came from. He had looked pretty thouroughly there too. Then they stared at the door, the porch, the snowed-in shed and the tree-house. Should he...?

No. It was wrong, it felt wrong. Every fiber in his body refused to even consider going out there, the place that reminded him of...him, and what followed after. Alexander took the cup, and walked back to fetch the tea-cups and the rest of the set. He wasn't spending any more time there.


The door closing behind him felt like a breath of fresh air. He was out, out and safe. Well safer than he felt inside a cramped house in partial darkness, but it was an improvement, okay? The ever increasing heat wasn't something he would complain about now anyway, so Alexander felt a smile form on his lips. Now it was time for tea.

Alexander had slung his axe across his shoulder so that he could actually carry the silver platter, the cups and tea-set, and the coffe-mug. At least Lola was going to have a field day. But before going there, he put down the various pieces of china, and pulled out his radio. "Steel Chicken, this is Grey Hawk. Put the kettle on, I'll be home soon. Over."

It didn't take long for him to return to the tank and his female superiors so-to-speak. The worst part was the fear he had of slipping on the snow and shattering what he had spent so long searching for. Once he almost fell, some of the snow had begun to melt in the baking sun. But he caught himself and remained up-right. As he turned the corner of snow and saw Lola and Thalia in or on top of the tank. Lola's change of look was...excotic, to put it nicely. Very, very nicely, like complimenting a dead badger.

"Mission complete, Sergeant Ma'am. Four tea-cups with saucers, one coffe mug, one tea pot, a bowl and a milk...mug? And to top it all off..." Alexander told them as he put the silver platter down at the tank, pulling something out of his back pocket. "Spoons. So, Thalia, how about that chocolate drink? And my radio, if you would be so kind."

It was kind of silly, him risking his life in order to look for some cups and mugs. But Alexander, perhaps due to the fact that he wasn't alone, couldn't help but smile. Perhaps the future had some forgiveness for him for once? "I take it nothing out of the ordinary happened while I was gone?"