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11 yrs ago
Fallout 4 has made all of my dreams come true. November 10th HERE I COME!
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I'm sure we'll see the rest of the congregation by the end of today or tomorrow. I like the interactions so far.
Deliciously fun and relaxing!
I hope no one jumped ship while I was gone, but thanks to those that stayed. We'll get back on track now. I'm at an amusement park today so I won't post until this evening. Vacation!
The scene in front of Matt was one that evolved quite quickly. The veterinarian, though nowadays he was regarded more as a doctor, was simply looking for a drink. When he had gotten his drink, he absorbed himself in it. Apparently there had been a disagreement that had turned physical, maybe not, Matt was not paying much attention, and now the security for the camp arrived. An Asian fellow leading a crack team, Matt assumed. The survivors in the camp needed to focus less on fighting and more on surviving, Matt knew that, so he decided that it would be best to intervene at this point. "Guys, guys" he said, turning from his barstool. "There is no need for this to proceed any further" he spoke calmly when he spoke. "Lets just have some drinks and calm down, please. It's a shitty night anyway, no need for any more drama".
That was my mistake, I also got a little overwhelmed with course work.
Had a long flight and some unpacking to do! I will post tonight. NPCs can be kept long term.
I have started the IC! Have fun guys and gals.
A hard rain had befallen the camp. The kind of rain that has droplets that weigh something, the type of rain you can feel in your bones. Clouds had gathered. Dark clouds. It was closing in on dusk and yet it was black as night already. A brisk wind had picked up from a breeze and was now blowing gusts through the trees. During the daytime hours the trees were a normal sight, just part of the scenery. But this night had changed them. The trees were an ominous backdrop, they stood taller than usual. The night animals had made their way far from the storm, or deep into their cracks and crevices. This was not a night for hunting or a night for travel, this was a night for hiding. And hiding it would be for those inhabiting the United States Military Refugee Camp, numbered Seventeen. The locals called it USRC-17. The camp itself was large and littered with all kinds of different hovels, homes, tents, and places people could seek refuge. In the beginning there was organization, sections, but now everything meshed together. Tents mixed with the shanty houses which mixed with the RVs and so on. It was a mess, and yet, it was beautiful in it's own way. Lining the outside of the camp was the first, second, and third perimeter fences. The first fence was the first line of defense. The military had spent countless weeks preparing the refugee camp, and countless lives building it. The first and second perimeter fences were made of chain link and were layered. On top of that, the fences were held up by structural support beams that were meant to offset the weight if they were leaned on. The first two fences stood at eighteen feet high and were three inches thick. They stood, encircling the camp, a looming reminder as to what the world had become. The third, and final, fence was concrete and was a foot thick. It stood at seven feet tall, just high enough to keep the Infected from tumbling over, if somehow they managed to penetrate the first two lines of defense. The gates were patrolled by three man teams, ten of them to be exact. These men, and women, were highly trained and armed perfectly for most situations. These teams were not the best defense though. The best defense would be the "Cleaners" that left the camp to clear out local areas and keep the Infected populace down. Now to the guts of the camp. The heart of the camp was a building, perhaps a house at one point in time, now the office of the Commanders. Surrounding this building were streets paved by the foot traffic of hundreds of people. Shanty houses built from plywood and lumber. Tents set up in various locations and of various models. And RVs, as well as huts and other types of structures. Some would recall it as reminding them of the photos they had seen of refugee camps in other countries. The difference was these refugees were hiding from a completely different type of war. In the midst of the chaos that was the refugee camp, near the center actually, there was a large barn. This barn had become one of the meccas for drinking and saloon-type activities. And that barn-bar is where Matthew Clarke found himself sitting. After two years of crossing the country and killing Infected after Infected, he was now drinking beer out of a tin cup. It was degrading slightly, especially considering that he was once a veterinarian and fancied himself as a rising star. Nowadays, however, he was lucky to find a pet to operate on. Nowadays Matthew found his skills being tested and developed on the living form. Nowadays, he was trying to stay alive as a living. This new world had forged a new version of Matthew, but that was just a shell. Deep inside of that shell, his old personality and hopes and dreams still rested. But for now, he would rest and drink at the bar-n.
Name: Matthew "Matt" Clarke Age: 28 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Description: Matthew Clarke is not an imposing man. He is not six foot something feet tall or a few hundred pounds, he is slightly above average but it is almost unnoticeable. The height at which Matthew stands at is five foot eleven inches and he weighs around one hundred seventy pounds. His build before the outbreak was slightly husky, but not overweight, and it hardly showed. There was some musculature on his body but he was not a frequent gym user, nor had he planned on it. All in all, Matthew was in decent shape. And then the apocalypse hit. After spending two years on the road, or at least the majority of two years, he has thinned out some. A decent amount of muscle has also been built upon the foundation that was laid previous to the infection. Matthew is now leaner than he was and is proud of it, despite the circumstances. Matthew's head is covered by a thick layer of brown hair. In the past he would have kept his hair trimmed very close to the head, but lately he has not been able to find a good barber. Matthew has trimmed his own hair over the course of two years and has developed a slight talent for it, though he would never tell a soul. Matthew's hair is short, but thick, and he never allows it to go below his eyes. He also tries to keep the sides thinner but the top flows together with the sides perfectly. Matthew has deep, piercing, blue eyes that rest in his skull. His jawline and his upper lip are covered by another thick layer of hair, this set of hair is cleaned up more professionally, a talent he developed in his teenage years. When it comes to clothing, Matthew still tries to maintain some kind of class in his outfits, and a level of professionalism. That being said, his clothes are noticeably stained and rugged, but they are done so in an almost elegant way. Matthew carried, and still possesses, a large backpack that traveled with him throughout the two years after the outbreak. Inside the backpack he would carry two pairs of jeans, one dark blue and the other almost black. The backpack would also contain two white T-shirts and two button up long sleeved shirts. The first shirt was white with a blue checkered pattern and the second was a darker, navy blue. On his person Matthew would wear another pair of dark blue jeans with a black button up shirt and a thick, black, wool coat over it, if the weather required. Matthew used to wear dress shoes and sneakers, but he has taken to wearing more useful and durable work boots, they are lightly tanned. Biography: Matthew was born in the city of Saint Paul, Minnesota. At the time his mother was an unemployed twenty year old who was living with her boyfriend, a full-time, twenty one year old, postal service worker. A mostly healthy baby, his mother was happy to name him after her father, Matthew's grandfather. After spending a month and a half in the hospital (the mother had some medical complications but pulled through), the Clarke family was able to leave the hospital. The three of them lived in a downtown apartment, only a few blocks from some bad neighborhoods but that was not a problem seeing as Matt's father worked in the post office and not on the streets. For three years the trio lived happily in downtown Saint Paul. Then things changed. Matt's father started getting into another woman, and eventually he was caught cheating by Matt's mother. After that, they split. Though Matt's mother was his mother, they had different last names. After his father split for another woman, Matt and his mother moved into a quiet townhouse in a quiet suburb. They lived further away from downtown and further away from Matt's father. Since she was now a single mother, Matt's mother needed to find a job. She began working in the dental field, as a receptionist. This, though menial and tedious, was a good starting job and an efficient way for her to pay for her and her child. On top of work, she began attending a community college. While Matt's mother worked and went to school, Matt did his best to stay out of trouble. Throughout his first eight years of schooling, he was a B student who rarely got into any trouble. Then his father reappeared into his life. The man tried to have a relationship with his son but at that point it was too far gone. Matthew would not even give his father the time of day. This lead to anger and other emotions being built up. These emotions spilled out when he started getting into fights his Freshman and Sophomore years of High School. Those two years were turbulent for him and his mother. Matthew started smoking pot with his friends, but he did a good job of hiding it from his mother. By his Junior year, Matthew had matured slightly and had made a conscious decision to change his life. Matthew stopped his drug use and made new friends. These friends would influence him in a positive way and help push him into college. In his senior year of High School, Matthew met Beth. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and everything else that he had ever wanted. They meshed together perfectly. They were High School sweethearts and almost instantly knew they were destined to marry. College was an easy time for Matthew. He was not that rich, and his grades were not the best, so he had to attend Community College. For two years he worked his ass off to get good grades and save money so that he could attend the University of Minnesota and get a degree in Veterinary Medicine. His plan worked and Matthew graduated by the age of 24. For a year and a half he worked at a local PetCo, just making ends meet. Finally, at the age of 26, just 7 months before the world fell into Hell, he got a job at a Clinic. When the world was ravaged Matthew lost the only two people that meant something to him. First his girlfriend caught the virus and died in a hospital, she may or may not have returned to life. Then, while trying to get his mother to safety, Matthew had to watch her die. Since then he has been on the run, trying to escape from his past. Leaving Minnesota was the logical choice since all of his memories and pain was there. Matthew decided, since he spent two weeks in Florida and loved it, that he would travel there. Now he finds himself in the refugee camp. Pre-Infection Career: Before the outbreak, Matthew worked as a Veterinary Technician at a Minnesota Veterinary Clinic just outside of the downtown metro. After college he had worked at a local PetCo while trying to find a job. That took a year and a half, as such, he was only a beginner at his craft, though he had a talent for it. Matthew on more than one occasion has had to operate on a living person, as well as some animals, since the outbreak. Other: None.
Sorry about delaying, family emergency. I'm seriously sorry guys, I know you are all looking forward to this starting.
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