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"A month? Wow that's long. Few hours, most of here from what I can see haven't been here much longer. Except that kid, he keeps talking with all the guards like they're buddies." I said after a dismissive shrug of my shoulders, pointing to a red mop of hair that was bouncing from guard to guard. Simple short answers. I like those, I hated dramatic people who just dragged things out for hours and hours and hours. Nope, this kid seemed okay.
"They got me outta a home. Third one this month." I was proud of that, proud that no household could take me for more then a week or so at a time. "Told me this was a field trip. but what field trip has armed escorts? Just bull shit." No idea if I had used that right, but that was okay! It was a new word, still figuring out what context to use it in. I had the freckled blonde guy with the 'Cut here' tattoo to thank for that one. He said it lots of times on the ride over, saying how he wasn't okay with babysitting and it was bullshit. Hmph.
"They got me outta a home. Third one this month." I was proud of that, proud that no household could take me for more then a week or so at a time. "Told me this was a field trip. but what field trip has armed escorts? Just bull shit." No idea if I had used that right, but that was okay! It was a new word, still figuring out what context to use it in. I had the freckled blonde guy with the 'Cut here' tattoo to thank for that one. He said it lots of times on the ride over, saying how he wasn't okay with babysitting and it was bullshit. Hmph.
@TartanO88 haha, I shall do my best to challenge then
Rocking back and forth on my heels now, I stuck my hands in my pockets and balled them up into little fists. Humming a nonsense tune to myself, I looked around the crowd of kids to see if someone, anyone, looked at least not quiet as terrified as a cornered rabbit. But by now the last person had come in and the door sealed shut with a hiss. The last kid looked less jittery then the rest. Well, that and I hadn't really put in a lot of effort looking over the others. There were just so many and they were all so chatty and high pitched.
So I stopped my rocking and made my way around the outside of the shapeless mob to step up beside the last kid. He looked surprisingly calm and maybe a bit more comfortable around here then the others. Or me for that matter.
"Hey. How long you've been here?" I asked him, nudging him with an elbow to get his attention.
So I stopped my rocking and made my way around the outside of the shapeless mob to step up beside the last kid. He looked surprisingly calm and maybe a bit more comfortable around here then the others. Or me for that matter.
"Hey. How long you've been here?" I asked him, nudging him with an elbow to get his attention.
@TartanO88 sorry! I didn't mean to haha, I promise they get shorter as I go:P my first post is usually longer then the rest,
I huffed, huffed and puffed. Scuffing up the floor with one shoe as I waited for the line to stop moving and for all of the kids to quit filing into this tiny room. There looked to be about twenty of us so far, all around my age. All tall though, and big and loud. Not like the other kids I hung out with, the tiny skinny ones who ran away crying if I so much as nudged them. Okay maybe pushed them. Alright fine, shoved them. No these kids looked tough and smart, like me. But I was smarter! I was always the smartest!
Smart enough to know these people had been lying when they said this was a field trip. Right, what field trip starts with a heavily armed escort in blacked out cars that headed an hour out of the city to this little establishment? And included a stomach turning elevator ride downwards into a fancy and shiny basement? They must've thought I was stupid. They weren't kidnappers though, or at least they weren't acting like the usual ones. They were careful around us almost as if unsure how to act near us. Some of the soldiers (They had to be, that's how they walked no matter what plain clothes they were wearing. it was all in the shoulders) even looked anxious or scared. But they hadn't tried to hurt us. not that I'd seen. Just talked to us a bit before saying it was nice to meet us, shake my hand, then ushered us all into this gradually forming line.
And now I was waiting. Still wearing my tattered clothes from earlier (I hadn't wanted to put on the clean new shoes they had offered me. They looked stiff and not broken in) but I had been scrubbed clean so vigorously my skin felt raw. They had said something about not wanting me to reek like a shit hole when we met the Doc. I don't think adults are supposed to swear around kids, but those guys had a lot. Gave me a whole new dictionary practically. Couldn't wait to try it out.
But now it looked like just waiting.
Smart enough to know these people had been lying when they said this was a field trip. Right, what field trip starts with a heavily armed escort in blacked out cars that headed an hour out of the city to this little establishment? And included a stomach turning elevator ride downwards into a fancy and shiny basement? They must've thought I was stupid. They weren't kidnappers though, or at least they weren't acting like the usual ones. They were careful around us almost as if unsure how to act near us. Some of the soldiers (They had to be, that's how they walked no matter what plain clothes they were wearing. it was all in the shoulders) even looked anxious or scared. But they hadn't tried to hurt us. not that I'd seen. Just talked to us a bit before saying it was nice to meet us, shake my hand, then ushered us all into this gradually forming line.
And now I was waiting. Still wearing my tattered clothes from earlier (I hadn't wanted to put on the clean new shoes they had offered me. They looked stiff and not broken in) but I had been scrubbed clean so vigorously my skin felt raw. They had said something about not wanting me to reek like a shit hole when we met the Doc. I don't think adults are supposed to swear around kids, but those guys had a lot. Gave me a whole new dictionary practically. Couldn't wait to try it out.
But now it looked like just waiting.
Name: Marcus Avian
Age: considers himself 30, actually 80
Gender: Male
Rank: Lt. Commander, currently AWOL
Rebirth: Yes, was in the first batch but did not wake up after he was killed. Over the past 30 years, he has spent his time conscious but some how unable to actually lock into a body to wake up in. For some reason though he was finally able to secure a connection to one and force himself awake. On pervious occasions he had gotten into bodies, but had never been able to get them to do anything other then twitch. His current body is what he views as a hollow triumph. Something he has control over for the first time in decades, but a cruel reminder of his former self.
Call Sign: Specter
Personality: Marcus is not who he used to be anymore. Sure there's the gradual change the constant fighting and war fare brings to a person, and he went through plenty of this during his time before the Rebirth Project, but after 50 years in a tube he's gone a bit crazy. After waking up he went through several intense Psych evaluations and studies, being monitored for any bad tendencies or mental damage from his years in a 'comma' like state. He was labeled as volatile and unpredictable and for awhile it was debated whether or not they should just put him down and delete the data they had on him in the banks.
Because of this, he doesn't really feel like trusting others. Obstinate and aggressive he lashes out at those who attempt to approach him, still attempting to adjust to the years he has missed and get a better understanding of who he is now in a body he doesn't really feel right in.
History: Hi I'm Marcus. I'm 30 years old, I think, and I'm an R.A.S soldier. I'm a sniper in Strike Team Banshee, and my number is 45771. I graduated from the academy on Tenish with good grades I suppose and was top of my class when it came to sharp shooting and target practice. Pretty nifty. I fought mostly in the trenches with different strike teams, my favorite or at least best group being a strike force that specialized in assassinations and crippling the enemy through sabotage and crippling strike attacks. Banshee was a spin off of that one actually. Even had an old squad mate in it with me. Anyways, got married after being assigned to a Battle cruiser with a close friend of mine I met in the academy. We'd been through a lot of shit together to put it lightly, I'll love her till I die for good. I got into the Rebirth program with her and had to hear the news she'd been shot right before they put a bullet through my head. Talk about a nightmare, I was stuck with that the whole time I was locked up until I woke up. They told me she was alive when I went through a few therapy sessions. Or rather interrogations but they wont let me see her. They keep telling me to stay put, they'll fetch her, but I know they wont! They shot me and experimented on me because they assumed me 'dead' but didn't want to throw away all my copies and waste good subjects. So they tried out other stuff on me and wouldn't listen to me when I told them to stop. Apparently I was just kinda floating around in the system, didn't make the connection to my body till recently. So why should I trust them? Screw them, I'll find Rin on my own.
Skill: Marcus is an excellent sharp shooter and close combat foot soldier, a field mechanic, and good with a combat knife. He has run and joined in several high profile ops the majority of which have been successes. An improviser and a fast thinker, valuable in the battlefield. Give him a sniper rifle and he'll give you a whatever head you want.
Weakness: A horrible flyer, really just no feel for it. Gets air sick on occasion and has a few rather embarrassing stories on the topic he prefers to keep to himself. Also is a bit more aggressive and volatile then he used to be, more likely to pick a fight over the tiniest things now as a sort of defense mechanism. Paranoid and lost, a bit of a lose cannon. Occasional hallucination when he confused past and present events or people, but they aren't as frequent as they used to be. Also is slightly bipolar, and has mild schizophrenia where he hears and talks to voices in his head. This is a side affect of being without conversation for as long as he was.
Romantic Relations: was married to Rin Monroe at the time of his death.
Description: Stands about 6 foot, long and lean with short dark hair and a crooked smile. More of a brooding expression these days or a flat out angry one. Dark brown eyes and short hair, tanned skin, and a tribal tattoo sleeve he regrets all along one arm. Also has a tattoo of a sand dollar over his heart. Of course his new body was absent these marks when he woke up,but after escaping he got the tattoos redone in an attempt to feel more like himself.
except with a rifle not a pistol.
Rifle he last was familiar with, few models behind now
Age: considers himself 30, actually 80
Gender: Male
Rank: Lt. Commander, currently AWOL
Rebirth: Yes, was in the first batch but did not wake up after he was killed. Over the past 30 years, he has spent his time conscious but some how unable to actually lock into a body to wake up in. For some reason though he was finally able to secure a connection to one and force himself awake. On pervious occasions he had gotten into bodies, but had never been able to get them to do anything other then twitch. His current body is what he views as a hollow triumph. Something he has control over for the first time in decades, but a cruel reminder of his former self.
Call Sign: Specter
Personality: Marcus is not who he used to be anymore. Sure there's the gradual change the constant fighting and war fare brings to a person, and he went through plenty of this during his time before the Rebirth Project, but after 50 years in a tube he's gone a bit crazy. After waking up he went through several intense Psych evaluations and studies, being monitored for any bad tendencies or mental damage from his years in a 'comma' like state. He was labeled as volatile and unpredictable and for awhile it was debated whether or not they should just put him down and delete the data they had on him in the banks.
Because of this, he doesn't really feel like trusting others. Obstinate and aggressive he lashes out at those who attempt to approach him, still attempting to adjust to the years he has missed and get a better understanding of who he is now in a body he doesn't really feel right in.
History: Hi I'm Marcus. I'm 30 years old, I think, and I'm an R.A.S soldier. I'm a sniper in Strike Team Banshee, and my number is 45771. I graduated from the academy on Tenish with good grades I suppose and was top of my class when it came to sharp shooting and target practice. Pretty nifty. I fought mostly in the trenches with different strike teams, my favorite or at least best group being a strike force that specialized in assassinations and crippling the enemy through sabotage and crippling strike attacks. Banshee was a spin off of that one actually. Even had an old squad mate in it with me. Anyways, got married after being assigned to a Battle cruiser with a close friend of mine I met in the academy. We'd been through a lot of shit together to put it lightly, I'll love her till I die for good. I got into the Rebirth program with her and had to hear the news she'd been shot right before they put a bullet through my head. Talk about a nightmare, I was stuck with that the whole time I was locked up until I woke up. They told me she was alive when I went through a few therapy sessions. Or rather interrogations but they wont let me see her. They keep telling me to stay put, they'll fetch her, but I know they wont! They shot me and experimented on me because they assumed me 'dead' but didn't want to throw away all my copies and waste good subjects. So they tried out other stuff on me and wouldn't listen to me when I told them to stop. Apparently I was just kinda floating around in the system, didn't make the connection to my body till recently. So why should I trust them? Screw them, I'll find Rin on my own.
Skill: Marcus is an excellent sharp shooter and close combat foot soldier, a field mechanic, and good with a combat knife. He has run and joined in several high profile ops the majority of which have been successes. An improviser and a fast thinker, valuable in the battlefield. Give him a sniper rifle and he'll give you a whatever head you want.
Weakness: A horrible flyer, really just no feel for it. Gets air sick on occasion and has a few rather embarrassing stories on the topic he prefers to keep to himself. Also is a bit more aggressive and volatile then he used to be, more likely to pick a fight over the tiniest things now as a sort of defense mechanism. Paranoid and lost, a bit of a lose cannon. Occasional hallucination when he confused past and present events or people, but they aren't as frequent as they used to be. Also is slightly bipolar, and has mild schizophrenia where he hears and talks to voices in his head. This is a side affect of being without conversation for as long as he was.
Romantic Relations: was married to Rin Monroe at the time of his death.
Description: Stands about 6 foot, long and lean with short dark hair and a crooked smile. More of a brooding expression these days or a flat out angry one. Dark brown eyes and short hair, tanned skin, and a tribal tattoo sleeve he regrets all along one arm. Also has a tattoo of a sand dollar over his heart. Of course his new body was absent these marks when he woke up,but after escaping he got the tattoos redone in an attempt to feel more like himself.
except with a rifle not a pistol.Rifle he last was familiar with, few models behind now
Not really, just maybe a big scene.
"Yeah well do it anyways." Tess said with a wave of her hand. "And if you want it to be over and done with quicker,then just go talk to John right now. Just get it over with so you can be with your lover boy."
Sounds good, ill post in a bit
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