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For seriousies, I'll have a post up today this after noon.
I'll have a post up just a little later, you food thieves
Grehn's eyes were glued to the screen of his PDA device as he approached the Atlas ship. One hand was on his stomach, rubbing in a circular motion. He didn't notice that his face looked saddened. When he was close enough, he took a step into the ship, but came to a halt immediately after. He put his device down by his side and looked around curiously. A strange feeling came over him, but he paid it little attention. He was on a new mission, now. He started walking again, turning left at the first chance. This brought Grehn to a small dome like room, a table in the middle and counters lining the walls. He went straight for the fridge located at the opposite end of the entrance.
"Let's see, " he said in a low voice. " Not much to eat." There was a short moment of silence as Grehn looked over every item twice. "Screw it. I'll have to make do."
He hooked his foot around the leg of the table, still gazing into the fridge and beginning to grab for food. He dragged it across the floor and once it was by his side, Grehn began stacking. There was no thought process to what he was doing, just picking and setting. Containers of different meats were thrown in no specific order, the fruits tossed gently. Two sodas were carefully placed on the counter to the side and after he had set them, Grehn stood up and looked to the entrance. No one was there, but he couldn't be sure someone would walk in at any moment. He returned to gaze upon the remaining food. The rest of the food was grouped up on the top rack, and he was able to bear hug the rest of it. He struggled to bring it all to the table. He dropped a thin bottle of some kind of sauce. The table was now cluttered.
"I guess this will have to do," he whispered to himself. People have always yelled at him for eating all the food, but Grehn always replied with the same kind of answer leading to 'What food?'. It was indeed a lot of food, and Grehn would happily eat it all. He whipped a chair from the side and sat. He interlocked his fingers and pushed outward. A loud series of cracks echoed in the room.
"Hehe, Ah Yea!" Grehn immediately started picking at random containers. "Let the mess begin."
"Let's see, " he said in a low voice. " Not much to eat." There was a short moment of silence as Grehn looked over every item twice. "Screw it. I'll have to make do."
He hooked his foot around the leg of the table, still gazing into the fridge and beginning to grab for food. He dragged it across the floor and once it was by his side, Grehn began stacking. There was no thought process to what he was doing, just picking and setting. Containers of different meats were thrown in no specific order, the fruits tossed gently. Two sodas were carefully placed on the counter to the side and after he had set them, Grehn stood up and looked to the entrance. No one was there, but he couldn't be sure someone would walk in at any moment. He returned to gaze upon the remaining food. The rest of the food was grouped up on the top rack, and he was able to bear hug the rest of it. He struggled to bring it all to the table. He dropped a thin bottle of some kind of sauce. The table was now cluttered.
"I guess this will have to do," he whispered to himself. People have always yelled at him for eating all the food, but Grehn always replied with the same kind of answer leading to 'What food?'. It was indeed a lot of food, and Grehn would happily eat it all. He whipped a chair from the side and sat. He interlocked his fingers and pushed outward. A loud series of cracks echoed in the room.
"Hehe, Ah Yea!" Grehn immediately started picking at random containers. "Let the mess begin."
Grehn's eyes were glued to the screen of his PDA device as he approached the Atlas ship. One hand was on his stomach, rubbing in a circular motion. He didn't notice that his face looked saddened. When he was close enough, he took a step into the ship, but came to a halt immediately after. He put his device down by his side and looked around curiously. A strange feeling came over him, but he paid it little attention. He was on a new mission, now. He started walking again, turning left at the first chance. This brought Grehn to a small dome like room, a table in the middle and counters lining the walls. He went straight for the fridge located at the opposite end of the entrance.
"Let's see, " he said in a low voice. " Not much to eat." There was a short moment of silence as Grehn looked over every item twice. "Screw it. I'll have to make do."
He hooked his foot around the leg of the table, still gazing into the fridge and beginning to grab for food. He dragged it across the floor and once it was by his side, Grehn began stacking. There was no thought process to what he was doing, just picking and setting. Containers of different meats were thrown in no specific order, the fruits tossed gently. Two sodas were carefully placed on the counter to the side and after he had set them, Grehn stood up and looked to the entrance. No one was there, but he couldn't be sure someone would walk in at any moment. He returned to gaze upon the remaining food. The rest of the food was grouped up on the top rack, and he was able to bear hug the rest of it. He struggled to bring it all to the table. He dropped a thin bottle of some kind of sauce. The table was now cluttered.
"I guess this will have to do," he whispered to himself. People have always yelled at him for eating all the food, but Grehn always replied with the same kind of answer leading to 'What food?'. It was indeed a lot of food, and Grehn would happily eat it all. He whipped a chair from the side and sat. He interlocked his fingers and pushed outward. A loud series of cracks echoed in the room.
"Hehe, Ah Yea!" Grehn immediately started picking at random containers. "Let the mess begin."
"Let's see, " he said in a low voice. " Not much to eat." There was a short moment of silence as Grehn looked over every item twice. "Screw it. I'll have to make do."
He hooked his foot around the leg of the table, still gazing into the fridge and beginning to grab for food. He dragged it across the floor and once it was by his side, Grehn began stacking. There was no thought process to what he was doing, just picking and setting. Containers of different meats were thrown in no specific order, the fruits tossed gently. Two sodas were carefully placed on the counter to the side and after he had set them, Grehn stood up and looked to the entrance. No one was there, but he couldn't be sure someone would walk in at any moment. He returned to gaze upon the remaining food. The rest of the food was grouped up on the top rack, and he was able to bear hug the rest of it. He struggled to bring it all to the table. He dropped a thin bottle of some kind of sauce. The table was now cluttered.
"I guess this will have to do," he whispered to himself. People have always yelled at him for eating all the food, but Grehn always replied with the same kind of answer leading to 'What food?'. It was indeed a lot of food, and Grehn would happily eat it all. He whipped a chair from the side and sat. He interlocked his fingers and pushed outward. A loud series of cracks echoed in the room.
"Hehe, Ah Yea!" Grehn immediately started picking at random containers. "Let the mess begin."
Omw home now. I'll have a post soon
Gram has been set up for about three weeks
First IC post up. I had to kind of rush it, but I didn't want to go another night without the IC. Your character obviously does not have to be one of the people from my ship. You could already have been there or are not even there yet, it's up to you.
The massive rays of warming light blanketed the land below. For the first time in almost three weeks, the sky was clear of Grimm. Or at least mostly. A few of them were in pursuit of an airship that could barely stay a flight. Black smoke burst from the sputtering engines, aerial Grimm weaving through them. A few of the students were able to fend off these creatures, but they were quickly running out of time. The pilots struggled to hold the beaten airship, but a sigh of relief came over one of them when they had spotted a shiny structure in the distance. Hopefully it had been the place they heard about, because the ship was going down either way. One of the pilots flipped a switch on his helmet.
"We found it," his voice blasted through the loud speakers. "Just hold them off a little longer."
"Ha," a voice mocked through his headset. "We'll get right on that." The pilot didn't take kindly to the sarcasm in the boys voice.
"Just get the job done, Grehn."
He was at the back end of the airship with the other survivors from the kingdom of Atlas. Dust effects blew harshly into the wind from the open hatches on either side of the vessel. Grehn held tightly onto a strap above him, his clothes threatened to rip from his body. The Grimm had been toying with them, circling behind and observing. Occasionally one would poke at them. After a few moments of playing the mouse, the pilots had managed to apparently reach a distance close enough to their destination. Four feint, but powerful explosions rumbled into the air not too far off. Suddenly, all the remaining Grimm had disappeared in a bright red fiery light.
"Hmph," Grehn was unimpressed. He looked to the few other students on board. "Atlas firepower is way better." Some chuckled.
The same pilot from before had come over the loud speaker once again. " The signal is strongest from that tower over there. That must be it. Prepare for a rough landing"
The pilot had chosen a spot to the north of the base. It was the clearest area and the only one capable of comfortably fitting the vessel. Once the crew had emerged from the ship, they were met with very few people. Two of them being the legendary Hunters from Beacon Academy, to which the pilots addressed immediately. Grehn didn't hear what they were saying, but he imagined they were discussing the crew's last three weeks. Grehn looked around the small base that Beacon Academy had set up. It was like staring at a mini replica of Beacon Academy. There were a number of students approaching them now that Headmaster Cobal had motioned for the new crew from Atlas to follow him.
"I do apologize for the lack of a welcome party," His voice was calm, just a little deeper than his appearance might let on. "It's been a bit hectic around here." Cobal pointed out a few areas, but Grehn wasn't paying attention. He was taking special notes of a select few students who had seemed like they were at their breaking point. He couldn't help but to question what was going on.
Cobal spoke again after turning to face the new arrivals. "Please, take this time to introduce yourselves to the others. Get to know them." He paused only for a moment. "I will be honest, life is going to be rough here. You will all need each other in some way or another.
Cobal took note of the time. He then began typing into his PDA system, making eye contact with each of the new students. "I recommend as much sleep as possible tonight. It's hard to come by these days. I apologize, I must tend to some business. You two gentlemen please follow me." he pointed to the pilots. "If you need anything, my door is always open. Please don't hesitate."
Grehn watched the headmaster walk off with the two pilots. He walked in the other direction back towards the airship. First order of business was food, and the ship had plenty.
"We found it," his voice blasted through the loud speakers. "Just hold them off a little longer."
"Ha," a voice mocked through his headset. "We'll get right on that." The pilot didn't take kindly to the sarcasm in the boys voice.
"Just get the job done, Grehn."
He was at the back end of the airship with the other survivors from the kingdom of Atlas. Dust effects blew harshly into the wind from the open hatches on either side of the vessel. Grehn held tightly onto a strap above him, his clothes threatened to rip from his body. The Grimm had been toying with them, circling behind and observing. Occasionally one would poke at them. After a few moments of playing the mouse, the pilots had managed to apparently reach a distance close enough to their destination. Four feint, but powerful explosions rumbled into the air not too far off. Suddenly, all the remaining Grimm had disappeared in a bright red fiery light.
"Hmph," Grehn was unimpressed. He looked to the few other students on board. "Atlas firepower is way better." Some chuckled.
The same pilot from before had come over the loud speaker once again. " The signal is strongest from that tower over there. That must be it. Prepare for a rough landing"
The pilot had chosen a spot to the north of the base. It was the clearest area and the only one capable of comfortably fitting the vessel. Once the crew had emerged from the ship, they were met with very few people. Two of them being the legendary Hunters from Beacon Academy, to which the pilots addressed immediately. Grehn didn't hear what they were saying, but he imagined they were discussing the crew's last three weeks. Grehn looked around the small base that Beacon Academy had set up. It was like staring at a mini replica of Beacon Academy. There were a number of students approaching them now that Headmaster Cobal had motioned for the new crew from Atlas to follow him.
"I do apologize for the lack of a welcome party," His voice was calm, just a little deeper than his appearance might let on. "It's been a bit hectic around here." Cobal pointed out a few areas, but Grehn wasn't paying attention. He was taking special notes of a select few students who had seemed like they were at their breaking point. He couldn't help but to question what was going on.
Cobal spoke again after turning to face the new arrivals. "Please, take this time to introduce yourselves to the others. Get to know them." He paused only for a moment. "I will be honest, life is going to be rough here. You will all need each other in some way or another.
Cobal took note of the time. He then began typing into his PDA system, making eye contact with each of the new students. "I recommend as much sleep as possible tonight. It's hard to come by these days. I apologize, I must tend to some business. You two gentlemen please follow me." he pointed to the pilots. "If you need anything, my door is always open. Please don't hesitate."
Grehn watched the headmaster walk off with the two pilots. He walked in the other direction back towards the airship. First order of business was food, and the ship had plenty.
I'm sorry Loki, I'm gonna leave the amount of people where it's at for a while.
I'm working on the first IC post now
I'm working on the first IC post now
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