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I'll wait for a few more posts and do something by then. Or if a few more posts don't happen, I'll move it along, I guess.
YOU HAVE NO CHOI- I mean uh, yeah, totally up to you, right?
The moment we open that door, no turning back! But that's kind of the point, right?
The reaction to Dave's declaration was surprisingly positive.
"Brave Dave's got a point," Pen said in response. Dave smiled and then looked around. The receptionist had left, leaving the lobby completely empty. "So everyone's who's game - follow me!"
Dave, having come up with the idea, followed right behind Pen up the stairwell. The mood seemed to lighten considerably as the prospect of looking at boring rocks was smashed to bits, much like rocks themselves.
"And if you're not game, you still might as well follow. You're gonna get in trouble anyway for splitting up from your group!" Pen called down to those who had stayed behind, who quickly clambered up the staircase behind them. The staircase continued to curve upward, the light from the lobby downstairs fading fairly quickly. The walls and wood of the stairs were in disrepair, with paint peeling and dust nearly everywhere. Dave sneezed. Pen stopped in front of him as an old, wooden door blocked their path. He sighed audibly. It was probably going to be locked. He was pleasantly surprised as the handle gave in and the door creaked open, revealing a stark white hallway, complete with fluorescent lights overhead and a squeaky (literally) clean linoleum tile floor. Dave stepped through the door, looking around. Machines were rumbling along somewhere, and the lights overhead buzzed incessantly, but otherwise it was deathly quiet. Pen started walking forward once more, with Dave following behind. He felt uneasy about the entire place; he suspected it was not a rock research center as advertised.
As the group neared a corner, Dave heard voices coming from the end of the hallway. He peered down, and saw a nervous-looking man in a lab coat knock on a door, wringing his hands. When the door opened, he began speaking quickly to whoever was inside, about what Dave could not hear. The nervous one nodded and began walking to where the group was, a team of several scientists following him. Dave exhaled quickly and threw one of his arms behind himself, breathing quietly, hoping none of the scientists or the nervous-looking man came to where they were hiding. When he heard their footsteps fade away into an adjacent hallway, Dave breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to the group.
"Sorry about that, some of those scientist guys were comin' to where we were," he explained, rubbing the back of his head. "Didn't want anyone to jump out and get us caught." He peered down the hallway, and saw there was nobody coming.
"Coast is clear," he announced, walking forward.
"Brave Dave's got a point," Pen said in response. Dave smiled and then looked around. The receptionist had left, leaving the lobby completely empty. "So everyone's who's game - follow me!"
Dave, having come up with the idea, followed right behind Pen up the stairwell. The mood seemed to lighten considerably as the prospect of looking at boring rocks was smashed to bits, much like rocks themselves.
"And if you're not game, you still might as well follow. You're gonna get in trouble anyway for splitting up from your group!" Pen called down to those who had stayed behind, who quickly clambered up the staircase behind them. The staircase continued to curve upward, the light from the lobby downstairs fading fairly quickly. The walls and wood of the stairs were in disrepair, with paint peeling and dust nearly everywhere. Dave sneezed. Pen stopped in front of him as an old, wooden door blocked their path. He sighed audibly. It was probably going to be locked. He was pleasantly surprised as the handle gave in and the door creaked open, revealing a stark white hallway, complete with fluorescent lights overhead and a squeaky (literally) clean linoleum tile floor. Dave stepped through the door, looking around. Machines were rumbling along somewhere, and the lights overhead buzzed incessantly, but otherwise it was deathly quiet. Pen started walking forward once more, with Dave following behind. He felt uneasy about the entire place; he suspected it was not a rock research center as advertised.
As the group neared a corner, Dave heard voices coming from the end of the hallway. He peered down, and saw a nervous-looking man in a lab coat knock on a door, wringing his hands. When the door opened, he began speaking quickly to whoever was inside, about what Dave could not hear. The nervous one nodded and began walking to where the group was, a team of several scientists following him. Dave exhaled quickly and threw one of his arms behind himself, breathing quietly, hoping none of the scientists or the nervous-looking man came to where they were hiding. When he heard their footsteps fade away into an adjacent hallway, Dave breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to the group.
"Sorry about that, some of those scientist guys were comin' to where we were," he explained, rubbing the back of his head. "Didn't want anyone to jump out and get us caught." He peered down the hallway, and saw there was nobody coming.
"Coast is clear," he announced, walking forward.
I will have something up this afternoon just to move things along.
The seeds of mischief are planted...
"Everyone ready to look at some super-interesting rocks?"
With this remark, Dave hopped back up to his feet, looking around at his group, yawning a little. He quickly realized nobody looked even remotely happy or joyful or even amused, besides Saxon. He stretched a little bit, zoning out once again. He didn't like to pay attention much, just acted on what was before him. Whitney's reproachful voice cut through the air.
"Before we begin, I would like to say that I think we all don't really want to put up with each other, so I think we should all agree to not speak to each other unless it's important or a way of getting away from this boring Hell were about to enter, agreed?"
Dave raised an eyebrow at this. Usually Whitney, from his experience, was not the most sociable of people, but he didn't know he was capable of a remark of that caliber. Before he could interject, Terry spoke up.
"No one seemed to have a problem with anyone up until you spoke," he said. "We're all irritated but we can make the decision whether or not we'd like to speak for ourselves. No one died and made you king. " Dave just shrugged at this and looked around again, spying Saxon up to his usual antics, even laughing a little when he saw what he was doing to Whitney. He felt bad for the poor kid, but thought he really needed to loosen up a little. Nobody wanted to have a guy like that around. Dave sighed, his normally pleasant mood being darkened by the frowns on the faces around him. He brushed the hair out of his face again and pulled up his orange jacket.
"Hey, hey, guys. Let's not be disagreeing with each other, we're gonna be stuck with each other for the next few hours so we might as well make the most of them," he said, a concerned look on his face. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head, and his face brightened a little. "I know this might sound super childish and stuff, but why don't we break away from the main group and go looking around this rock research place!" he explained, grinning childishly. "You never know, we could totally find some cool stuff! Whaddaya say, guys?"
With this remark, Dave hopped back up to his feet, looking around at his group, yawning a little. He quickly realized nobody looked even remotely happy or joyful or even amused, besides Saxon. He stretched a little bit, zoning out once again. He didn't like to pay attention much, just acted on what was before him. Whitney's reproachful voice cut through the air.
"Before we begin, I would like to say that I think we all don't really want to put up with each other, so I think we should all agree to not speak to each other unless it's important or a way of getting away from this boring Hell were about to enter, agreed?"
Dave raised an eyebrow at this. Usually Whitney, from his experience, was not the most sociable of people, but he didn't know he was capable of a remark of that caliber. Before he could interject, Terry spoke up.
"No one seemed to have a problem with anyone up until you spoke," he said. "We're all irritated but we can make the decision whether or not we'd like to speak for ourselves. No one died and made you king. " Dave just shrugged at this and looked around again, spying Saxon up to his usual antics, even laughing a little when he saw what he was doing to Whitney. He felt bad for the poor kid, but thought he really needed to loosen up a little. Nobody wanted to have a guy like that around. Dave sighed, his normally pleasant mood being darkened by the frowns on the faces around him. He brushed the hair out of his face again and pulled up his orange jacket.
"Hey, hey, guys. Let's not be disagreeing with each other, we're gonna be stuck with each other for the next few hours so we might as well make the most of them," he said, a concerned look on his face. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head, and his face brightened a little. "I know this might sound super childish and stuff, but why don't we break away from the main group and go looking around this rock research place!" he explained, grinning childishly. "You never know, we could totally find some cool stuff! Whaddaya say, guys?"
Oh yeah, I don't know if this is up to Metronome or the GM/Addler, but was Izzy/Pilot from the same school/town our characters were? Would there be any possibility of recognizing Pilot as Izzy or no?
Dave was lounging in the seat, legs crossed, and hands at his sides when the bus arrived at the facility. He stared out the window at the bleak compound and shrugged, reclining back a little. He was kinda tired, didn't feel like looking at fossils or whatever stupid crap they had put in today. Resting was just fine to him. Mrs. Fliss, one of the teachers on the trip, yelled in her grating voice to the bus of teenagers the groups. Dave picked up his name being in the second group, but paid no mind. Mrs. Fliss continued speaking, her words lost on him. It was just a field trip after all, nothing too complicated needed to be said anyway.
A loud "AHEM!" broke Dave from his reverie. He opened one eye to see the same Mrs. Fliss standing over him, scowling, eyebrow twitching ever so slightly, lips pursed together, and an angry gleam in her eye. Dave grinned foolishly.
"What are you smiling about, Mr. Vedman?! You are supposed to be OUTSIDE with your GROUP!" she screeched at him, causing Dave to grimace.
"Alright, alright, my bad. Kinda daydreamed for a second, lost track of time, y'know..." Dave explained, forcing a smile. Mrs. Fliss huffed again and frowned at Dave as he walked down the aisle and got off the bus. Brushing some of his long, red hair out of his face, he looked around and saw the rest of his group, a few of which he recognized, sitting in a grassy area. The only person he recognized was Whitney. He had been trying to talk to her all year without much success, trying to get her to warm up a little. Dave thought she wouldn't be very happy to see him, so he didn't approach her. He gave the group he was with a wholehearted attempt at a warm smile, and sat down. He laid back and started staring at the cloudless, blue sky and began to daydream again. He hoped that this field trip would at least be somewhat interesting, otherwise this boring research facility would be simply another place to talk in.
A loud "AHEM!" broke Dave from his reverie. He opened one eye to see the same Mrs. Fliss standing over him, scowling, eyebrow twitching ever so slightly, lips pursed together, and an angry gleam in her eye. Dave grinned foolishly.
"What are you smiling about, Mr. Vedman?! You are supposed to be OUTSIDE with your GROUP!" she screeched at him, causing Dave to grimace.
"Alright, alright, my bad. Kinda daydreamed for a second, lost track of time, y'know..." Dave explained, forcing a smile. Mrs. Fliss huffed again and frowned at Dave as he walked down the aisle and got off the bus. Brushing some of his long, red hair out of his face, he looked around and saw the rest of his group, a few of which he recognized, sitting in a grassy area. The only person he recognized was Whitney. He had been trying to talk to her all year without much success, trying to get her to warm up a little. Dave thought she wouldn't be very happy to see him, so he didn't approach her. He gave the group he was with a wholehearted attempt at a warm smile, and sat down. He laid back and started staring at the cloudless, blue sky and began to daydream again. He hoped that this field trip would at least be somewhat interesting, otherwise this boring research facility would be simply another place to talk in.
Name: David Vedman
Age: 17
Appearance:
Stereotype: Reckless One/Free Spirit
Personality: He's generally receptive to thoughts and has a good ability to pay attention and listen to other people. However, he has a penchant for trespassing and rule-breaking. He's rather fearless, and will often attempt things that other people may be reluctant to do with little or no hesitation. While this used to get him and some others in to trouble, nowadays he's much more careful when it comes to breaking the law. He's the type of guy to talk to the quiet kids and often get them out of their shell a little, but sometimes he oversteps his bounds and finds himself floundering when it comes to explaining himself, taking up everyone's time.
Biography: Dave's mother was a very successful artist, and Dave's father was in a band, and Dave grew up around both of them. While often times his mother raised him and taught him various things, his father was lazier, and preferred to sit around on the patio, drink beer, and fall asleep, not necessarily in that order. As a result, Dave didn't see much of his father. During these times, his mother would go out and chastise his father very loudly and using choice adjectives, and in the cases where his father was not drunk, both would be shouting at each other. Young Dave did not like this, and would often find somewhere where he couldn't hear and hide until he thought it was safe to come back. As the years went on, these fights increased in intensity bit by bit and Dave found himself leaving the house and hiding somewhere in the outskirts of the town, in quiet places with nature and nobody around. With his parents not curbing these kinds of behaviors, Dave became increasingly reckless, and trespassing on private property became more of a sport with his friends and less of a solace from domestic strife. The first time his group was caught by the police, Dave was one of the ones who escaped, but a few of his friends got a night in jail and a hefty fine. From then on, he became more careful, making sure to cover his tracks, both literally and metaphorically in some cases.
Other: He strives to free the monkeys from the elephants' rule.
Age: 17
Appearance:
Stereotype: Reckless One/Free Spirit
Personality: He's generally receptive to thoughts and has a good ability to pay attention and listen to other people. However, he has a penchant for trespassing and rule-breaking. He's rather fearless, and will often attempt things that other people may be reluctant to do with little or no hesitation. While this used to get him and some others in to trouble, nowadays he's much more careful when it comes to breaking the law. He's the type of guy to talk to the quiet kids and often get them out of their shell a little, but sometimes he oversteps his bounds and finds himself floundering when it comes to explaining himself, taking up everyone's time.
Biography: Dave's mother was a very successful artist, and Dave's father was in a band, and Dave grew up around both of them. While often times his mother raised him and taught him various things, his father was lazier, and preferred to sit around on the patio, drink beer, and fall asleep, not necessarily in that order. As a result, Dave didn't see much of his father. During these times, his mother would go out and chastise his father very loudly and using choice adjectives, and in the cases where his father was not drunk, both would be shouting at each other. Young Dave did not like this, and would often find somewhere where he couldn't hear and hide until he thought it was safe to come back. As the years went on, these fights increased in intensity bit by bit and Dave found himself leaving the house and hiding somewhere in the outskirts of the town, in quiet places with nature and nobody around. With his parents not curbing these kinds of behaviors, Dave became increasingly reckless, and trespassing on private property became more of a sport with his friends and less of a solace from domestic strife. The first time his group was caught by the police, Dave was one of the ones who escaped, but a few of his friends got a night in jail and a hefty fine. From then on, he became more careful, making sure to cover his tracks, both literally and metaphorically in some cases.
Other: He strives to free the monkeys from the elephants' rule.
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