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The Unknown One
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11 yrs ago
Some day, I'm probably gonna take up smoking because of my job. Or heavy drinking.
11 yrs ago
I can do better. I will do better.
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11 yrs ago
Just kidding, I am going clubbing. Every. Flipping. Weekend.
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11 yrs ago
Never ever going clubbing again.
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11 yrs ago
WHEW. GOT A HOT DATE ON JULY 4TH.
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I'm down for the count.
I like the epidemic one. Sounds fun. Kind of like Earth Abides, which I am still reading, and Survivors.
Guess I could say my character has worked security in many different places, but got transferred to the mall. He could have met Adam or Rebecca when he worked at one of the colleges that either attended.
And hey, who doesn't go to the mall? Have any characters had a run in with mall security?
And hey, who doesn't go to the mall? Have any characters had a run in with mall security?
Hugh smiled, "Of course you can. I'll help out, if we have an extra brush around here, somewhere." He said, rummaging through a few horse packs from his saddle he had just removed from his draft horse.
Continuing to search his saddle bags, he said "Honestly, it's just nice to be out on something of an adventure. It's not all about treasure." And Hugh meant that. He never had much money. When he had been garrisoned in towns or outposts, he did enjoy having a bed to sleep on in a barracks, but since he had more wartime experience, he was more used to tents and sleeping on the ground.
"Anyways, the real treasure is the memories you make on the journey." He finally commented. "Aha!" Hugh said, victoriously, pulling a brush from his saddle bag and holding it up. "Now let's get to work." He said, and tossed the brush to Edwina. A simple "Catch" was his only warning.
Continuing to search his saddle bags, he said "Honestly, it's just nice to be out on something of an adventure. It's not all about treasure." And Hugh meant that. He never had much money. When he had been garrisoned in towns or outposts, he did enjoy having a bed to sleep on in a barracks, but since he had more wartime experience, he was more used to tents and sleeping on the ground.
"Anyways, the real treasure is the memories you make on the journey." He finally commented. "Aha!" Hugh said, victoriously, pulling a brush from his saddle bag and holding it up. "Now let's get to work." He said, and tossed the brush to Edwina. A simple "Catch" was his only warning.
Hugh gave a hearty chuckle and said "It would be my pleasure to accompany you!" He grabbed a hold of the saddle before Edwina tried to hold it herself. "I'll hoist it off, when you've removed its bindings." He signaled. Edwina was not exactly Hugh's height, so he would rather not allow her to be crushed by the saddle of a large draft horse. "You're either very excited, because of treasure or you enjoy old architecture. Perhaps both?" He said to Edwina, referencing her excitement.
I'm down with this. I will say, I am in the same boat as Eddie.
"It is quite early to make camp, but I suppose we can get more sleep." Hugh commented, "I suggest four hour guard shifts." Hugh did like pulling guard shifts at times, as he found the solitude helpful to keeping his skills sharp and it let him think in peace. He never minded company on guard shifts, either. It was always nice to have someone to talk to when you were expecting to stay alone and bored for four straight hours.
The thing about just guarding a camp when you were simple travelers was that fewer people were actually looking specifically for you, with the intent of taking your life. Instead, it might be some annoying thief dead set on taking something of yours. The nice thing about thieves was that they were not intent on taking all of your stuff, just something valuable. Bandits would surround you in your sleep, or in the middle of the day, and take all of your stuff and send you off with maybe a garment or two to stay warm. Something about being with a group made people more confident.
The likelihood of them getting attacked appeared small to Hugh. But nonetheless, Hugh would probably take up two guard shifts for the others. Security was not something to worry about all too much at the moment, as they needed to set up a campsite.
"I think we should make our campsite right here, next to this archway. It could provide good shelter." Hugh said aloud.
The thing about just guarding a camp when you were simple travelers was that fewer people were actually looking specifically for you, with the intent of taking your life. Instead, it might be some annoying thief dead set on taking something of yours. The nice thing about thieves was that they were not intent on taking all of your stuff, just something valuable. Bandits would surround you in your sleep, or in the middle of the day, and take all of your stuff and send you off with maybe a garment or two to stay warm. Something about being with a group made people more confident.
The likelihood of them getting attacked appeared small to Hugh. But nonetheless, Hugh would probably take up two guard shifts for the others. Security was not something to worry about all too much at the moment, as they needed to set up a campsite.
"I think we should make our campsite right here, next to this archway. It could provide good shelter." Hugh said aloud.
Appearance: 
Name: Peter Denholm
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Mall Security, Army Reserve
Favourite Books: J.R.R Tolkein's The Hobbit. Max Brooks' World War Z. Jules Verne Journey to the Center of the Earth, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, and Mysterious Island
Personality: He is rather reserved for the majority of the time, but when relaxed and more at home, he can be boisterous, fun, and slightly overbearing. He likes to provide cynical and critical humor, sometimes a little dark humor. He still tries to make a person's day. Unfortunately, he usually feels too shy to do so, but when a friend is in need, he'll be ready to boost their mood, lend a helping hand, and give them a boost in a jiffy. He tries to help people out a lot, but can be very rough around the edges, tending to break things he doesn't realize are weaker than he expected. He is not very good with children and tends to avoid them, as they dislike his deep voice anyways. He loves dogs and some cats. He enjoys to hunt and target shoot.
Brief Bio: He came from rather peculiar upbringings, as he was homeschooled and was the second youngest of 11 children. He didn't really amount to much in academics, as his siblings were far more studious than him, but, of all things, he liked playing basketball. He never quite got into watching games on TV, though. He was much more athletic than the rest of his siblings, being able to run fast. He always wanted to do track and field, but never got the chance. Finally, he decided to put his talents into something after he graduated at age 18, and joined the Army as an Active Duty soldier right after. He went into the infantry and began to progress further up the totem pole, as he served four years active, getting one combat tour in Afghanistan that spanned 15 months and allowing him to see a fair share of combat. After he found himself in the Army Reserves, as a Sergeant(E-5) in a Civil Affairs Battalion(still an infantry sergeant, though), he suddenly wanted to return to Active Duty, as his Army reservist civilian life wasn't quite on par with his goals. He is now debating on whether or not to make the switch to active duty or stick with his civilian life and work his way up the totem pole in the civilian world. He goes to the library to keep up a good hobby, as he found himself with too much free time and didn't want to spend all his money drinking at his regular bar.
Other: In a firefight in Kandahar province, he took shrapnel to his right leg from an improvised explosive device and now has a small limp too his step, favoring his left side. The effects of his combat tour are very apparent, as his reflexes are excellent, though he does have the odd habit of forgetting his shoulder width, and smacks into walls as a result.
I love books!
Name: Peter Denholm
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Mall Security, Army Reserve
Favourite Books: J.R.R Tolkein's The Hobbit. Max Brooks' World War Z. Jules Verne Journey to the Center of the Earth, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, and Mysterious Island
Personality: He is rather reserved for the majority of the time, but when relaxed and more at home, he can be boisterous, fun, and slightly overbearing. He likes to provide cynical and critical humor, sometimes a little dark humor. He still tries to make a person's day. Unfortunately, he usually feels too shy to do so, but when a friend is in need, he'll be ready to boost their mood, lend a helping hand, and give them a boost in a jiffy. He tries to help people out a lot, but can be very rough around the edges, tending to break things he doesn't realize are weaker than he expected. He is not very good with children and tends to avoid them, as they dislike his deep voice anyways. He loves dogs and some cats. He enjoys to hunt and target shoot.
Brief Bio: He came from rather peculiar upbringings, as he was homeschooled and was the second youngest of 11 children. He didn't really amount to much in academics, as his siblings were far more studious than him, but, of all things, he liked playing basketball. He never quite got into watching games on TV, though. He was much more athletic than the rest of his siblings, being able to run fast. He always wanted to do track and field, but never got the chance. Finally, he decided to put his talents into something after he graduated at age 18, and joined the Army as an Active Duty soldier right after. He went into the infantry and began to progress further up the totem pole, as he served four years active, getting one combat tour in Afghanistan that spanned 15 months and allowing him to see a fair share of combat. After he found himself in the Army Reserves, as a Sergeant(E-5) in a Civil Affairs Battalion(still an infantry sergeant, though), he suddenly wanted to return to Active Duty, as his Army reservist civilian life wasn't quite on par with his goals. He is now debating on whether or not to make the switch to active duty or stick with his civilian life and work his way up the totem pole in the civilian world. He goes to the library to keep up a good hobby, as he found himself with too much free time and didn't want to spend all his money drinking at his regular bar.
Other: In a firefight in Kandahar province, he took shrapnel to his right leg from an improvised explosive device and now has a small limp too his step, favoring his left side. The effects of his combat tour are very apparent, as his reflexes are excellent, though he does have the odd habit of forgetting his shoulder width, and smacks into walls as a result.
I love books!
I am in for the haul, friends!
Edwina came at Hugh with a question after he gave her a boost onto his horse, wondering what the horse's name was. "Honestly, I just call him 'Horse'." Hugh tersely replied.
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Hugh leaned against the remnants of an old structure, running his hands through his beard and looking around. The place was quite vacant. He wondered if he had been here before, possibly some battle at the sight when it was no less a collection of rubble and ruins. He didn't think there was much on the side of riches, as the ruins weren't exactly on the extravagant side, but his thoughts were not immune to flaw.
Edwina had sparked a question on the others experience with ruins, and Hugh recalled only making them or fighting among them. This caused him to wonder what the old cities of his people looked like, now. Probably not as overgrown and decaying as this rubble before him, now, though no less vacant.
"If you count making them." He gave a little grin at making that comment.
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Hugh leaned against the remnants of an old structure, running his hands through his beard and looking around. The place was quite vacant. He wondered if he had been here before, possibly some battle at the sight when it was no less a collection of rubble and ruins. He didn't think there was much on the side of riches, as the ruins weren't exactly on the extravagant side, but his thoughts were not immune to flaw.
Edwina had sparked a question on the others experience with ruins, and Hugh recalled only making them or fighting among them. This caused him to wonder what the old cities of his people looked like, now. Probably not as overgrown and decaying as this rubble before him, now, though no less vacant.
"If you count making them." He gave a little grin at making that comment.
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