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So I have an idea for a group of humans based around the upcoming Mars mission. We'll be the ones sent to Mars. The plan is that we'll end up stranded on Mars, and won't be alone up their either. Hopefully we have some interested in this, and once there is enough interest I'll start up an OOC and set up the intro and CS's.
I Google'd around for my first post, wasn't sure whether Philly had an airport or not. Turns out it does, and I'll use Google Maps for street names.
I've done a basic first post in the IC just to introduce my character to the RP. My posts will be more developed and detailed as the RP progresses. :)
Scott was awoken from his sleep by a tap on his shoulder from the stewardess.
"Sir, we'll be landing in Philadelphia shortly." She said, a polite smile beaming across her face.
"Okay, thank you for waking me." Scott replied, returning his own smile.
He was just returning from a disaster relief conference in Sacramento. It was rare that anything worthwhile came out of these conferences, but the powers that be had to show the public that they were always working to improve their service to them, or else risk having to fight a battle with politicians to justify their budget. Scott closed his laptop lid before sliding it into the laptop bag by his side. As he was doing this the pilot's calm and confident voice came over the intercom.
"This is your captain speaking. We'll soon be approaching Philadelphia International Airport, so we ask that all passengers please take their seats and fasten their seatbelts. We hope you have enjoyed your flight and we thank you for flying with Delta Airlines."
The fasten seatbelts light blinked on, followed by clicking as the passengers followed their instructions. Scott stared out the window and watched as the ground crept closer, before the ground rolling past the window started to slow as the plane taxied into the airport. Grabbing his laptop bag, he exited the plane and caught a cab home. Waiting for him at the doorstep was his wife, who embraced him at the doorway.
"You have a good conference honey?" She asked.
"Don't I always?" Scott replied, chuckling. He set the case down next to the door and headed off to bed, his body longing for the comfort that it offered.
"Sir, we'll be landing in Philadelphia shortly." She said, a polite smile beaming across her face.
"Okay, thank you for waking me." Scott replied, returning his own smile.
He was just returning from a disaster relief conference in Sacramento. It was rare that anything worthwhile came out of these conferences, but the powers that be had to show the public that they were always working to improve their service to them, or else risk having to fight a battle with politicians to justify their budget. Scott closed his laptop lid before sliding it into the laptop bag by his side. As he was doing this the pilot's calm and confident voice came over the intercom.
"This is your captain speaking. We'll soon be approaching Philadelphia International Airport, so we ask that all passengers please take their seats and fasten their seatbelts. We hope you have enjoyed your flight and we thank you for flying with Delta Airlines."
The fasten seatbelts light blinked on, followed by clicking as the passengers followed their instructions. Scott stared out the window and watched as the ground crept closer, before the ground rolling past the window started to slow as the plane taxied into the airport. Grabbing his laptop bag, he exited the plane and caught a cab home. Waiting for him at the doorstep was his wife, who embraced him at the doorway.
"You have a good conference honey?" She asked.
"Don't I always?" Scott replied, chuckling. He set the case down next to the door and headed off to bed, his body longing for the comfort that it offered.
I'm clueless to Philly also XD
Thanks! :-D
Name: Scott Carter
Age: 39
Appearance:
Wearing a jacket with the CDC logo on the front and the letters ERRB printed on the back.
Gender: Male
Family: Jill Carter (Wife, 37, deceased), James Carter (Son, 18, deceased)
Personality: Hard working, dedicated to his job, compassionate, friendly, caring
Bio: Originally born in Chicago, Scott moved to Philadelphia with his parents at the age of 15. He scored top of his class in Biology and Chemistry, earning him a scholarship to Stanford University to pursue studies in Medicine. Graduating with a B+ earned him a job at the Stanford Health Centre. It was here that he met his future wife, Jill, a receptionist at the hospital. When he got offered a job working with the CDC as part of their Infectious Diseases Branch, Scott moved to Philadelphia, bringing Jill with him. After a couple of years in the city, they had their first child, James. Jill left work for several years to focus on parenting. When James was 11, Scott enrolled on a CDC training course for outbreak containment and recovery. After completing the course, he got a job working with the CDC Emergency Response and Recovery Branch as an Emergency Response Specialist. At the time of the outbreak, Scott was manning a screening checkpoint in central Philadelphia.
Job Before The Outbreak: CDC Emergency Response and Recovery Branch (ERRB)
Relationships: TBD
Disability/Fear: Fear of heights, loss of control, fear of open water
Weapon of Choice: Small handheld pistol, i.e Glock 17
Age: 39
Appearance:
Wearing a jacket with the CDC logo on the front and the letters ERRB printed on the back.
Gender: Male
Family: Jill Carter (Wife, 37, deceased), James Carter (Son, 18, deceased)
Personality: Hard working, dedicated to his job, compassionate, friendly, caring
Bio: Originally born in Chicago, Scott moved to Philadelphia with his parents at the age of 15. He scored top of his class in Biology and Chemistry, earning him a scholarship to Stanford University to pursue studies in Medicine. Graduating with a B+ earned him a job at the Stanford Health Centre. It was here that he met his future wife, Jill, a receptionist at the hospital. When he got offered a job working with the CDC as part of their Infectious Diseases Branch, Scott moved to Philadelphia, bringing Jill with him. After a couple of years in the city, they had their first child, James. Jill left work for several years to focus on parenting. When James was 11, Scott enrolled on a CDC training course for outbreak containment and recovery. After completing the course, he got a job working with the CDC Emergency Response and Recovery Branch as an Emergency Response Specialist. At the time of the outbreak, Scott was manning a screening checkpoint in central Philadelphia.
Job Before The Outbreak: CDC Emergency Response and Recovery Branch (ERRB)
Relationships: TBD
Disability/Fear: Fear of heights, loss of control, fear of open water
Weapon of Choice: Small handheld pistol, i.e Glock 17
James stared out of the vertibird, studying the barren wasteland before him. It was a far cry from what he was used to in the Mojave. The endless desert was instead replaced with dense vegetation, steep cliffs and the occasional abandoned building. Reynolds' mind wandered to the task that he now faced. He had heard stories of the Enclave from his grandfather, who had fought them in the NCR-BoS Enclave war. They were rugged, well trained soldiers according to him, more than a match for the average NCR trooper and much better equipped too. Then there was the wasteland itself. There was no stable government here like there was back in the Mojave. It seemed like it was every man for themselves out here. He would have to take a cautious approach to his mission, who knew who was trustworthy? He checked his weapons again, searching for anything that would hinder its effectiveness. Nothing new since the last time he checked. James looked at the intelligence report for the third time, analysing every piece of information noted down again. The NCR higher ups estimated Enclave numbers to be low, but well armed. Intel suggested that they were currently occupied in a war with the Brotherhood of Steel for control of Washington. Whether this would help or hinder his objectives was at the moment uncertain. Flipping the page to the BoS report, his face twisted into a frown. The reports in front of him were conflicting. Some sources stated the BoS to have a strong presence in the wasteland, yet some said different, implying the BoS had gone underground and abandoned its hold of the wasteland. Reynolds stared at the file with confusion. Out-dated intelligence and unreliable sources would only serve to hinder his mission, and no doubt put him in danger. He skimmed over the next few pages, examining the factions the NCR deemed only a minor threat to him, raiders and the like. These he was used to, having had more than enough encounters with chem’d up fiends back west. Should he come across any of these groups, a bullet to the head is all they’d be getting from him. He was suddenly interrupted by a voice from up front.
“Sir, we’ll be reaching the outskirts of D.C shortly. We can’t risk getting any closer than this, or we risk the chance of being detected.” The NCR pilot said to him.
The officer in the corner handed him a folded piece of paper.
“On here is the frequency which you will use to report in to us, and details of your commanding officer. Just know this Ranger, the bear means nothing out here. If you are captured, there will be no attempt by us to rescue you. If we don’t receive a report from you within a week of our last contact, then we’ll assume you are KIA and will notify your family in due course. The nature of your assignment will not be revealed to them however. Your training has more than adequately prepared you for this. We’re confident that you will succeed.” The NCR captain saluted Reynolds as the vertibird descended onto the wasteland below. Reynolds returned the salute before jumping down from the aircraft.
He spared one final glance at the NCR flag on the side before the vertibird flew away into the distance. Turning around, Reynolds studied his surroundings. He’d been dropped 10 miles outside of Washington D.C. There wasn’t much for him to see here, just a single road leading to the ruins of D.C. Reynolds slipped the paper into his pocket and set off down the road towards D.C.
“Sir, we’ll be reaching the outskirts of D.C shortly. We can’t risk getting any closer than this, or we risk the chance of being detected.” The NCR pilot said to him.
The officer in the corner handed him a folded piece of paper.
“On here is the frequency which you will use to report in to us, and details of your commanding officer. Just know this Ranger, the bear means nothing out here. If you are captured, there will be no attempt by us to rescue you. If we don’t receive a report from you within a week of our last contact, then we’ll assume you are KIA and will notify your family in due course. The nature of your assignment will not be revealed to them however. Your training has more than adequately prepared you for this. We’re confident that you will succeed.” The NCR captain saluted Reynolds as the vertibird descended onto the wasteland below. Reynolds returned the salute before jumping down from the aircraft.
He spared one final glance at the NCR flag on the side before the vertibird flew away into the distance. Turning around, Reynolds studied his surroundings. He’d been dropped 10 miles outside of Washington D.C. There wasn’t much for him to see here, just a single road leading to the ruins of D.C. Reynolds slipped the paper into his pocket and set off down the road towards D.C.
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