Alex Clark - The Outpost - Nelson
Still caught in a downward spiral od depressing thoughts a sudden agressive "Where the fuck am I?" ripped him into reality. He shook upright, nearly throwing the chair against the wall, and turned towards the now awake man. The guy seemed to be less amused and gave him an angry glance as he inspected his surroundings. Answering the man in his undisputable British accent he explained how he got here. "You're in the Outpost mate. A society of survivors. We found you in a crashed car, swarmed with crawlers. It's a miracle you survived the crash, and that's also the only reason that the small herd of crawlers couldn't get to you. We had to tear you out of there. Is your nose allright?" Alex replied on a soothing tone, showing his empty hands as he came a little closer. Isaac had set the bone straight with some thightly strapped bandage, and had said it was allright, but the man's shirt was soaked with his own blood. Looking at his own, he was still splattered with crawler guts aswell.
"We've patched you up a bit and brought you here to recover. There's some stuff going on outside, but I'd rather have you wait here untill Isaac or Reggie returns." Alex continued, trying to keep the man occupied with a lot of information, trying to be open as to not alarm him. Stepping forwards even more he offered the other man a hand. "Oh, by the way, the name's Alex. Alex Clark." He introduced himself. The other man would probably have noticed already that he was British, but that aside he seemed to be of about the same age as Alex was.
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So we had this RP'er a while back who left the RP for reasons I cannot be arsed to remember, it had something to do that he tried to change everything we did because he thought that was better and all, and we didn't exactly agree or whatever. In any case, that doesn't matter. It was a big drama when he left the RP (Naruto the New Generation RP by the way) and there was a lot of swearing and insults most likely as it happened, the way it usually does *Rolls eyes*
However, I just got this PM from an account that is 'incidentially' called 'Revanche' in which he actually fulfilled his claims that he would hack into our side-forum and some of our skype accounts just to prove his claims. I couldn't care less about him harbouring a grudge as he left, but what I do care about is that he actually went as far as to either hack into our personal accounts or persuade members of the RP to get the information he wanted (but due to the nature information he managed to aqcuire, that's nigh impossible) and attempted to spoil the RP and the plot for every participant in this RP. I find that behaviour simply childish.
I won't copy the PM here since he added screencaps that may or may not be altered showing IP's and other stuffs like that, but I can link any moderator to the content of the PM (I'm no PC-geek so I'll just play it careful with privacy here) but if any forum moderator needs it I can quote it for you and I'll upload a screencap.
Point is, I don't like him having found a way to what seems to be accessing security logs in our seperate forum JUST to harass us, likewise him having acces to skype conversations amongst GM's. He seems to try and cyber-bully us just for the sake of revenge as he points out in the PM, and I don't think that that's appropriate. I understand leaving a RP because you don't like the people in it, but to start hacking into their accounts just for the sake of revenge is just not something you do.
Anyhow I'm going to advise everyone to ignore that PM and let you deal with it, but I'm a bit concerned about him having hacked into our back-up forum aswell.
However, I just got this PM from an account that is 'incidentially' called 'Revanche' in which he actually fulfilled his claims that he would hack into our side-forum and some of our skype accounts just to prove his claims. I couldn't care less about him harbouring a grudge as he left, but what I do care about is that he actually went as far as to either hack into our personal accounts or persuade members of the RP to get the information he wanted (but due to the nature information he managed to aqcuire, that's nigh impossible) and attempted to spoil the RP and the plot for every participant in this RP. I find that behaviour simply childish.
I won't copy the PM here since he added screencaps that may or may not be altered showing IP's and other stuffs like that, but I can link any moderator to the content of the PM (I'm no PC-geek so I'll just play it careful with privacy here) but if any forum moderator needs it I can quote it for you and I'll upload a screencap.
Point is, I don't like him having found a way to what seems to be accessing security logs in our seperate forum JUST to harass us, likewise him having acces to skype conversations amongst GM's. He seems to try and cyber-bully us just for the sake of revenge as he points out in the PM, and I don't think that that's appropriate. I understand leaving a RP because you don't like the people in it, but to start hacking into their accounts just for the sake of revenge is just not something you do.
Anyhow I'm going to advise everyone to ignore that PM and let you deal with it, but I'm a bit concerned about him having hacked into our back-up forum aswell.
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A 12th century battle between unprepared militia spearmen charged by dismounted Norman knights. There's some anatomical errors but the idea was to create a battlefield atmosphere.
Metal shading test without an example of a late 15th century gothic plate armour.
Alex Clark - The Outpost - Reggie/Nelson
Arriving back at the Outpost was a bliss as it was every time, but as pretty much every time, overshadowed by the feeling he did something wrong. They quickly brought the unconscious man to Isaas who could tell them that the man only had a broken nose. Alex let out a surprised whistling tone, having seen the wreckage of the car and the enormous amount of walkers surrounding the car-crash victim. He paid little attention to what was going on as he let his eyes scan the man for any more injuries, even though after Isaac's examination that was pretty much unnecessary. Suddenly Jeryy was sent away however,and Reggie started talking to him. As Reggie looked for words Alex shrugged and looked at his feet, anticipating was what coming for him. Isaac seemed to have left without he had noticed anything, so he was alone in the room with Reggie and the unconscious man.
"... All right, there's something I need you to hear. Don't speak up until I'm finished." Reggie finally began and slowly took a seat on the small table in the room, upon which Alex sat down aswell, right across Reggie. He could see how the man fought to say what he was about to say, and he was indecisive if he wanted Reggie to hurry up or delay some more.
"What happened out there... That shouldn't have happened. It shouldn't happen and yet it keeps happening, Alex, and I know you are well aware of this. I've never liked turning away those that wish to be a part of the scouts, but we're approaching a critical moment for not just the scouts, but for all of Outpost. Every mistake you make is a chance for you to die and every time that happens the whole group is affected."
He supported his head with his face and stared at the table as Reggie's words' meaning got through to him. He couldn't have used any better words, since he was almost exactly phrasing Alex' fears. He didn't want to get anyone killed because of his failures, and he had so many. It had been a completely selfish decision to become a scout back when he joined, already knowing from experience that despite the fact that he, just like everybody else, was just looking for a safe place, any period of rest or inactivity would kill him faster than the monsters out there. He had read it in books and seen it in movies so many times before, but only after the outbreak he had started to realize howmuch truth there was in the sentence 'The monsters in the head are a lot worse than those out there'. Any unguarded moment during which he was not actively occupying himself with something he would start thinking, thinking of all the people of his previous two groups that had died. Because of him. His stupid mistakes, his indecisiveness, his wrong judgement... Even his girlfriend had died because of him. It was even worse that they had trusted him all that time, and even at their final moments forgave him for what unrepairable mistakes he had done. He simply could not. That only made what was coming worse for him, eve, though a macabre part of his brains encouraged Reggie for saying what he was about to say. It was better to ruin Alex' live than to risk the lives of the entire community. In a way he already welcomed the idea aswell, as some sort of justice. He would be delivered to the haunting ghosts of his past as a punishment for getting them killed, and trying to do the same to the Outpost, however unvoluntarily.
Reggie sighed, looking down. "I don't want another death on my hands. I think it's best if you stayed within Outpost's walls from now on. There's always guard duty, and the guys on the wall will--"
His shoulders sank a few inches as he accepted the words. He had seen it coming, but it still hit him like a train. However, before he could delve too far in a cave of depressed thoughts the door swung open, to reveal the pale face of Isaac. He looked extremely troubled by something, yes, even thoroughly afraid. Alex stored the dark thoughts in a small corner of his mind as he paid close attention to the conversation between the student and Reggie, untill the latter left the room to face yet another problem, but not before inviting Alex to have a talk with him about his future.
This reminded him so much of times when he was sitting in the sofa uncomfortably and his parents would be having a serious conversation with him, that it almost hurt physically. As both men left, Isaac ordered him to stay here with the unconscious man with a sense of authority as if he was a full-fledged doctor already. Ofcourse, that didn't matter anymore in this world, and in fact Alex could claim to be just as much of a historian as Isaac could claim to be a doctor. Only he didn't. Who would be interested in history in a time like this anyways?
He sighed and let his head rest on both of his hands as he was left to his inner demons to torment inside the room with the unconscious man.
Arriving back at the Outpost was a bliss as it was every time, but as pretty much every time, overshadowed by the feeling he did something wrong. They quickly brought the unconscious man to Isaas who could tell them that the man only had a broken nose. Alex let out a surprised whistling tone, having seen the wreckage of the car and the enormous amount of walkers surrounding the car-crash victim. He paid little attention to what was going on as he let his eyes scan the man for any more injuries, even though after Isaac's examination that was pretty much unnecessary. Suddenly Jeryy was sent away however,and Reggie started talking to him. As Reggie looked for words Alex shrugged and looked at his feet, anticipating was what coming for him. Isaac seemed to have left without he had noticed anything, so he was alone in the room with Reggie and the unconscious man.
"... All right, there's something I need you to hear. Don't speak up until I'm finished." Reggie finally began and slowly took a seat on the small table in the room, upon which Alex sat down aswell, right across Reggie. He could see how the man fought to say what he was about to say, and he was indecisive if he wanted Reggie to hurry up or delay some more.
"What happened out there... That shouldn't have happened. It shouldn't happen and yet it keeps happening, Alex, and I know you are well aware of this. I've never liked turning away those that wish to be a part of the scouts, but we're approaching a critical moment for not just the scouts, but for all of Outpost. Every mistake you make is a chance for you to die and every time that happens the whole group is affected."
He supported his head with his face and stared at the table as Reggie's words' meaning got through to him. He couldn't have used any better words, since he was almost exactly phrasing Alex' fears. He didn't want to get anyone killed because of his failures, and he had so many. It had been a completely selfish decision to become a scout back when he joined, already knowing from experience that despite the fact that he, just like everybody else, was just looking for a safe place, any period of rest or inactivity would kill him faster than the monsters out there. He had read it in books and seen it in movies so many times before, but only after the outbreak he had started to realize howmuch truth there was in the sentence 'The monsters in the head are a lot worse than those out there'. Any unguarded moment during which he was not actively occupying himself with something he would start thinking, thinking of all the people of his previous two groups that had died. Because of him. His stupid mistakes, his indecisiveness, his wrong judgement... Even his girlfriend had died because of him. It was even worse that they had trusted him all that time, and even at their final moments forgave him for what unrepairable mistakes he had done. He simply could not. That only made what was coming worse for him, eve, though a macabre part of his brains encouraged Reggie for saying what he was about to say. It was better to ruin Alex' live than to risk the lives of the entire community. In a way he already welcomed the idea aswell, as some sort of justice. He would be delivered to the haunting ghosts of his past as a punishment for getting them killed, and trying to do the same to the Outpost, however unvoluntarily.
Reggie sighed, looking down. "I don't want another death on my hands. I think it's best if you stayed within Outpost's walls from now on. There's always guard duty, and the guys on the wall will--"
His shoulders sank a few inches as he accepted the words. He had seen it coming, but it still hit him like a train. However, before he could delve too far in a cave of depressed thoughts the door swung open, to reveal the pale face of Isaac. He looked extremely troubled by something, yes, even thoroughly afraid. Alex stored the dark thoughts in a small corner of his mind as he paid close attention to the conversation between the student and Reggie, untill the latter left the room to face yet another problem, but not before inviting Alex to have a talk with him about his future.
This reminded him so much of times when he was sitting in the sofa uncomfortably and his parents would be having a serious conversation with him, that it almost hurt physically. As both men left, Isaac ordered him to stay here with the unconscious man with a sense of authority as if he was a full-fledged doctor already. Ofcourse, that didn't matter anymore in this world, and in fact Alex could claim to be just as much of a historian as Isaac could claim to be a doctor. Only he didn't. Who would be interested in history in a time like this anyways?
He sighed and let his head rest on both of his hands as he was left to his inner demons to torment inside the room with the unconscious man.
Alex Clark - New Orleans/Crashed Vehicle - Reggie/Aoife/Nelson
Tugging at the door together with Jerry and Reggie it finally came loose after he tried using his pitchfork as a lever, getting himself knocked down as the door gave away. Reggie had already started saying that the guy inside the car was a lost cause, but Alex would at least try to take a look at him. As Jerry checked the pulse of the man Alex inspected the injured head of the young man, realizing it was 'just a broken nose. Once the man was out of the car he helped support him together with Jerry, slinging his rifle over his shoulder while carrying the bloodied pitchfork. He was spilled with crawler guts, but that had become something he started to get used to when out there. The smell would haunt him for days however even after he'd wash himself, in the privacy of his own skull.
He knew from Reggie's disappointed look however that he had screwed up, and in fact, he had screwed up. Then again, giving him a gun was a bad idea. One week ago it had been the first time he had ever touched a gun, and now he was out on scouting missions carrying a bolt-action rifle. He knew from his geekness how it worked allright, he even knew how to fire a musket. That didn't mean however that he'd be good at it, or good at aiming at all.
As they picked up the pace going back to the safe Outpost Alex felt the need to apologize to Reggie for making a mess of it, and he wanted to say that he shouldn't be using a gun, but didn't really find a moment to ask. They were in a hurry and Reggie never seemed to be open to conversation much, not to mention the fact that they were still outside in the dangerous area, carrying a bleeding unconscious man. He had been accepted in the Outpost when he had arrived here a few weeks earlier, and it had to a certain degree meant an end to living in hell. He had withnessed enough for ten lifetimes, and finally he stumbled across a place that almost seemed normal. The only problem was that he simply kept screwing everything he did up, just like he did before he arrived here. It was one of the things he found hard to live with, especially considering the fact that he could be jeopardizing this entire community with his mistakes.
Tugging at the door together with Jerry and Reggie it finally came loose after he tried using his pitchfork as a lever, getting himself knocked down as the door gave away. Reggie had already started saying that the guy inside the car was a lost cause, but Alex would at least try to take a look at him. As Jerry checked the pulse of the man Alex inspected the injured head of the young man, realizing it was 'just a broken nose. Once the man was out of the car he helped support him together with Jerry, slinging his rifle over his shoulder while carrying the bloodied pitchfork. He was spilled with crawler guts, but that had become something he started to get used to when out there. The smell would haunt him for days however even after he'd wash himself, in the privacy of his own skull.
He knew from Reggie's disappointed look however that he had screwed up, and in fact, he had screwed up. Then again, giving him a gun was a bad idea. One week ago it had been the first time he had ever touched a gun, and now he was out on scouting missions carrying a bolt-action rifle. He knew from his geekness how it worked allright, he even knew how to fire a musket. That didn't mean however that he'd be good at it, or good at aiming at all.
As they picked up the pace going back to the safe Outpost Alex felt the need to apologize to Reggie for making a mess of it, and he wanted to say that he shouldn't be using a gun, but didn't really find a moment to ask. They were in a hurry and Reggie never seemed to be open to conversation much, not to mention the fact that they were still outside in the dangerous area, carrying a bleeding unconscious man. He had been accepted in the Outpost when he had arrived here a few weeks earlier, and it had to a certain degree meant an end to living in hell. He had withnessed enough for ten lifetimes, and finally he stumbled across a place that almost seemed normal. The only problem was that he simply kept screwing everything he did up, just like he did before he arrived here. It was one of the things he found hard to live with, especially considering the fact that he could be jeopardizing this entire community with his mistakes.
I'm confused now. Is Aoife already appointed to a location? Is she a scout in the Outpost hopping along with the current team out there? I just edited my post to correct stuff after reading hers, but I don't think she's been applied to any place yet.
EDIT: Nevermind. I get it now. Stupid me.
EDIT: Nevermind. I get it now. Stupid me.
Alex Clark - New Orleans/Crashed Vehicle - Reggie/Aoife/Nelson
It had been a long night eversince he shared dinner with Sylar, and his stomach wearily grumbled that he needed to eat as they manouvred their way through the deserted streets. He was armed with his usual pitchfork again, but also sported a rifle this time, given to him as a part of his training as a scout. Sadly, he had only received the utmost basic lessons of firing the thing, and hitting anything smaller than the broadside of a barn was still beyond his capabilities. He stopped himself from kicking away a pebble, which could alert crawlers to their position, or worse, other survivors, but looked up when Reggie spoke. Being new and all he didn't understand most of the things going on yet, but he fully understood what Reggie was doing. It seemed abit strangely paranoid though, to drag the scouts so far just because of a single man down. Ofcourse that was bad, but the world was a cruel place now, and casualties happened, however much they'd hate themselves for it. Somehow he felt glad he hadn't been in the Outpost yet when this fatality occured so he couldn't blame it on himself somehow, but already felt guilty for being glad. A man had died.
A loud noise followed by what resembled a car crash the most ripped him from his macabre thoughts. It sounded strange to hear a car crash in the deserted city, but soon Reggie was leading them towards a car that had wrapped its engine around a crawler and a tree. It was obviously a total loss, that car wasn't going anywhere anymore, but the main problem was the small horde of crawlers trying to open the dented can for what must've been at least a single person inside. Reggie ordered them to open fire, and soon three shots filled the air, taking down as many crawlers, but attracting their attention. Alex aimed his own rifle at the approaching zombies, and fired. The bullet whizzed past the zombie into the car frame, luckily into the engine where it would be relatively harmless. As the crawlers approached he sloppily tried chambering a second round, in a sense of rising panick accidentally ejecting a perfect good round before finally chambering the next, and fired, only to miss again and being thrown off balance by the recoil of the gun. The crawlers were really close now, and in the same sense of panic that got a hold of him he dropped the rifle and slammed his sraightened pitchfork in a crawler's face, sending him down for good.
Once the first one was down a strange sense of calmness slowly drove away the panic as he retracted the tool turned weapon from the dead crawler's face to swing it at the knee of a second one, whose leg gave away with a sickeningly moist crunch. He rammed the pitchfork into its head and quickly retracted it tostumble more than dodge backwards as a crawler made a valiant leap towards him, resulting in it falling on its knees. Backing off towards the rest of the scouts he tried dragging the rifle back with his pitchfork, but failed to do so when a crawler stepped on it. Muttering curses in his breath he stabbed another one in the face, and noticed that the other three scouts had dealt with the remaining crawlers. Picking up the rifle again he inspected the car, while mentally preparing himself for a lecture from Reggie about how he messed up, and dealing with his own panic attack. However, important matters first. Within no time he had spotted a single man hanging onconscious in his seatlbelt with was seemed like a profusely bleeding head injury, and he immediately started trying to pry the deformed door open. Head injuries usually were pretty bad, he knew from experience.
It had been a long night eversince he shared dinner with Sylar, and his stomach wearily grumbled that he needed to eat as they manouvred their way through the deserted streets. He was armed with his usual pitchfork again, but also sported a rifle this time, given to him as a part of his training as a scout. Sadly, he had only received the utmost basic lessons of firing the thing, and hitting anything smaller than the broadside of a barn was still beyond his capabilities. He stopped himself from kicking away a pebble, which could alert crawlers to their position, or worse, other survivors, but looked up when Reggie spoke. Being new and all he didn't understand most of the things going on yet, but he fully understood what Reggie was doing. It seemed abit strangely paranoid though, to drag the scouts so far just because of a single man down. Ofcourse that was bad, but the world was a cruel place now, and casualties happened, however much they'd hate themselves for it. Somehow he felt glad he hadn't been in the Outpost yet when this fatality occured so he couldn't blame it on himself somehow, but already felt guilty for being glad. A man had died.
A loud noise followed by what resembled a car crash the most ripped him from his macabre thoughts. It sounded strange to hear a car crash in the deserted city, but soon Reggie was leading them towards a car that had wrapped its engine around a crawler and a tree. It was obviously a total loss, that car wasn't going anywhere anymore, but the main problem was the small horde of crawlers trying to open the dented can for what must've been at least a single person inside. Reggie ordered them to open fire, and soon three shots filled the air, taking down as many crawlers, but attracting their attention. Alex aimed his own rifle at the approaching zombies, and fired. The bullet whizzed past the zombie into the car frame, luckily into the engine where it would be relatively harmless. As the crawlers approached he sloppily tried chambering a second round, in a sense of rising panick accidentally ejecting a perfect good round before finally chambering the next, and fired, only to miss again and being thrown off balance by the recoil of the gun. The crawlers were really close now, and in the same sense of panic that got a hold of him he dropped the rifle and slammed his sraightened pitchfork in a crawler's face, sending him down for good.
Once the first one was down a strange sense of calmness slowly drove away the panic as he retracted the tool turned weapon from the dead crawler's face to swing it at the knee of a second one, whose leg gave away with a sickeningly moist crunch. He rammed the pitchfork into its head and quickly retracted it tostumble more than dodge backwards as a crawler made a valiant leap towards him, resulting in it falling on its knees. Backing off towards the rest of the scouts he tried dragging the rifle back with his pitchfork, but failed to do so when a crawler stepped on it. Muttering curses in his breath he stabbed another one in the face, and noticed that the other three scouts had dealt with the remaining crawlers. Picking up the rifle again he inspected the car, while mentally preparing himself for a lecture from Reggie about how he messed up, and dealing with his own panic attack. However, important matters first. Within no time he had spotted a single man hanging onconscious in his seatlbelt with was seemed like a profusely bleeding head injury, and he immediately started trying to pry the deformed door open. Head injuries usually were pretty bad, he knew from experience.
Sure, that's fine for me. Just really impatient to post for my character.
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