Ves

Dead Cruise

"And why do I need to do that?" Devon asked, even as he kicked open the bathroom's door and began to head down the hall-way. He could hear the growls from different rooms, although most didn't bother him; you didn't really notice a young man in a zipped up black hoodie, jeans, boots, and dark baseball cap, with the hood up...he sorta just blended in until you really saw him, and then you got scared. Yeah. Regardless, Devon headed towards the first-class cabins, the walkie-talkie hooked to his belt.

Dead Island: Paradise Lost

Confusion was only one of the words that described Louis' reaction. Crazed freaks trying to eat him was one thing, but watching some admittedly ripped guy bust in out of nowhere and then proceed to bash the heads in of said freaks was completely unexpected. He brought himself to his feet again still holding his wound. "No idea." A small grin as he tapped one of the bodies with his foot. "Judging from your little stunt I'd say you have a better grasp on the situation then I do, Mon'Ami."

@Drakeonis

"Eh, smashing their head works wonders." Okoma replied easily, twirling his multi-use wrench between his fingers before gripping the light-weight, steel weapon in calloused hands. "Name's Okoma, from the New York Warlords, although that probably doesn't matter." His deep voice took on a friendly tone as he offered the man an unbloodied hand. His mom taught him respect, after all. "We should probably get out of here soon. The dead's raising up pretty quick." He had already calmed down from the situation, adapting to it, like he did on the court, in the ring, and on the field. One of his skills, he guessed.

Dead Cruise

As he opened the door to the bathroom, a buzzing noise garnered his attention. Devon rose an eyebrow, turning around and glaring at the buzzing form of the dead...angry man, or whatever it was. The janitor's walkie-talkie was buzzing, and then a crinkly, mildly cautious voice peeked through the speakers, asking if anyone was going to answer. He sure as Hell was. "Hey." He responded, pressing the button to the walkie-talkie's speaker. He sounded surprisingly bored and through with the entire situation, and his voice had an annoyed edge. "Who's this?"

Astoria Chronicles - Artorias

y post that here u coont

Dead Cruise

Bathroom. A freaking bathroom. Devon's eyes twitched sporadically as he stomped down, once more, on the enraged janitor's spine, hearing the bone chip and crack once more. Yet...the man underneath him wouldn't stop spitting, foaming, and yelling incoherent curse words; Devon was almost completely sure that this middle-aged man had Tourettes in his past life. Regardless, annoyed by the screaming, Devon finally grabbed the closest thing to him - a toilet plunger - and promptly slammed the rubbery end on the man's head. It did nothing. "Are you kidding me?" The hooded young man scowled, abruptly kicking the enraged man in the side, the powerful, yet lazy kick sending it's body flying against the dirty urinals nearby. Apparently he hadn't done a nice job. The kick and impact had finally broken the man's spine, however, so that was a good thing. He felt nothing from the kill; he had, after all, done some pretty similar things in his line of work. Whistling a low, ominous tune, Devon exited the bathroom, his hood and baseball cap shading his face from view.

Astoria Chronicles - Artorias

i was with raining this whole week plsno

Dead Cruise

I....am back.

Dead Cruise

He doesn't dwell on that~

Dead Cruise

Devon had to deliver a 'package' to someone on the Cruise, and after sneaking on, he basically decided to chill here for a while. Wasn't expecting this, though, heh.

Dead Cruise

Character Sheet

Name: Devon Ashton Sex: Male Age: 19 Appearance: Devon is a tall, leanly muscular young man with fair skin and dark, feathery black hair that he doesn't really try to brush or comb. His face could be 'considered' handsome, but he doesn't really care what others think, as far as 'handsome' or 'pretty' goes. His clothing is generally practical, although it is known that he wears dark-colored hoodies, jeans, and boots over everything, so his actual clothing underneath it doesn't matter. He also likes baseball caps, so that too. Occupation: He was just a 'Runner'. Delivers packages and smuggle things. A pretty dangerous and rewarding line of work. Crew or Passenger: Passenger Improvised Weapon: Devon can make anything into a weapon. So, anything he sees; will probably be decided in the IC. Equipment of Note: He has a high-tech, black mobile phone that holds his contacts, messages, GPS, and of course, google. He also has a keyring he 'stole' from a bellboy. More like the clumsy dude dropped it and Devon took it off the floor. Character’s Starting Location: Bathroom, on the top floor.