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Male, 15, London. Not much more to say, really...
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A couple more people began walking in, and everyone was visibly nervous, even some people's dogs. A girl, not too much older than me, walked up to me, and asked for my weapons to be placed onto the table. She was clearly talking about my 100 lbs draw weight compound bow. I walked up to the table, and placed it, and my quiver of arrows, onto the table. I put his hand on the knife hidden in the waistband of my tracksuit bottoms, and paused. Should I put it down on the table, I thought, or keep it, just in case? I pulled it out, and placed it on the table, it's what God would want, and I've already sinned enough. I walked back to my seat, and sat down. I had my messenger bag on his lap. The contents of this bag, the bow, quiver, the clothes he was wearing, and knife were my only belongings. I discreetly connected his earphones to his phone, and strung one though a sleeve of his hoody. I started playing some music, quiet enough so that other people didn't notice it. Thankfully, the bag that I had picked up when I ran out of my house had my solar charger. I was surprised that I had kept it going this long. I hoped that this meeting could get started quickly, I wanted to get back to hunting food.
Just a quick question, what are the rules on swearing?
South East London, 29 September 2014
I unlocked the door of my house after going to the gym. My mother an father were out together, and I would have the house to myself until midnight. It was 6pm, and already beginning to get dark. I went inside, and turned on my PC. The TV was still on, set to BBC One. I went onto Reddit, and there were posts about an asteroid that had landed in India. BBC One confirmed this. It had hit a poor area, and there were a high number of deaths. There were warnings of very severe weather.
27 March 2015
My whole family is dead. So are my friends. I'm alone. I've joined a group of bandits my age, maybe we can live together. I found a bow and a quiver, with at least 20 arrows, in one of the forests near to where I live. I've used it once or twice, and i'm quite good with it.
5 November 2015
We found someone today, a boy, our age. We wanted him to give us everything that he had, but he refused. The leader of the bandits, he - he gave me the task - of punishing him for not giving us anything. He made me - kill him. He gave my a knife, and I - I stabbed him. I stabbed him , in the stomach, and... I did it... I did it slowly, and... I don't know, but it... it felt slightly good. I don't know why it felt good, I'm supposed to be a Catholic, I'm not supposed to kill. I think I've got to get away from these guys for my own good.
7 November 2015
I've left the bandits. I took my bow and quiver, food and... a knife. I had to kill one of them to make my escape. It was just the two of us, so I sneaked behind him, covered his mouth to stop him from screaming, and use the knife to stab him in the stomach. I hope God forgives me. I ran away, and realised that i'm on the way to Biggin Hill Airport. I shouldn't be too far now.
9 November 2015
I've gotten to the airport. There's nobody here, but there are a couple of planes. Looks like people made off, but decided to go another way. Tomorrow, I'll fly somewhere. I found a radio, and it seems like there's a base in Geneva. There's so many people raving about it I can hear talks about it up here. I'll check the fuel in the Cessna, and then leave tomorrow.
10 November 2015
I'm over Europe right now - southern Switzerland, or northern Italy. It only took about 3 or 4 hours to get to Geneva. I did a flyby, but there was no base. No safe haven. I fact, there were some people trying to jump up from building roofs to grab onto my plane. I kept flying straight, hopefully there's another place for me to go, hopefully they have an old airport of airstrip, or at least a motorway for me to land.
11 November 2015
I found somewhere with people. Bari, in southern Italy. I landed at their disused airport, and am now trying to integrate with them.
1 December 2015
I'm in the town hall, waiting for a meeting to begin. We're just waiting on the last couple of people. I've picked up a few Italian words, but thankfully my English and GCSE French has gotten me far enough so far.
I unlocked the door of my house after going to the gym. My mother an father were out together, and I would have the house to myself until midnight. It was 6pm, and already beginning to get dark. I went inside, and turned on my PC. The TV was still on, set to BBC One. I went onto Reddit, and there were posts about an asteroid that had landed in India. BBC One confirmed this. It had hit a poor area, and there were a high number of deaths. There were warnings of very severe weather.
27 March 2015
My whole family is dead. So are my friends. I'm alone. I've joined a group of bandits my age, maybe we can live together. I found a bow and a quiver, with at least 20 arrows, in one of the forests near to where I live. I've used it once or twice, and i'm quite good with it.
5 November 2015
We found someone today, a boy, our age. We wanted him to give us everything that he had, but he refused. The leader of the bandits, he - he gave me the task - of punishing him for not giving us anything. He made me - kill him. He gave my a knife, and I - I stabbed him. I stabbed him , in the stomach, and... I did it... I did it slowly, and... I don't know, but it... it felt slightly good. I don't know why it felt good, I'm supposed to be a Catholic, I'm not supposed to kill. I think I've got to get away from these guys for my own good.
7 November 2015
I've left the bandits. I took my bow and quiver, food and... a knife. I had to kill one of them to make my escape. It was just the two of us, so I sneaked behind him, covered his mouth to stop him from screaming, and use the knife to stab him in the stomach. I hope God forgives me. I ran away, and realised that i'm on the way to Biggin Hill Airport. I shouldn't be too far now.
9 November 2015
I've gotten to the airport. There's nobody here, but there are a couple of planes. Looks like people made off, but decided to go another way. Tomorrow, I'll fly somewhere. I found a radio, and it seems like there's a base in Geneva. There's so many people raving about it I can hear talks about it up here. I'll check the fuel in the Cessna, and then leave tomorrow.
10 November 2015
I'm over Europe right now - southern Switzerland, or northern Italy. It only took about 3 or 4 hours to get to Geneva. I did a flyby, but there was no base. No safe haven. I fact, there were some people trying to jump up from building roofs to grab onto my plane. I kept flying straight, hopefully there's another place for me to go, hopefully they have an old airport of airstrip, or at least a motorway for me to land.
11 November 2015
I found somewhere with people. Bari, in southern Italy. I landed at their disused airport, and am now trying to integrate with them.
1 December 2015
I'm in the town hall, waiting for a meeting to begin. We're just waiting on the last couple of people. I've picked up a few Italian words, but thankfully my English and GCSE French has gotten me far enough so far.
I'm pretty sure that i've finished my CS, lemme know if it needs more!Click here to see it.
I like this! I'll post my CS once I've done my homework, if I still have time. Otherwise it will be done in the morning!
Here's my CS, copy and pasted from the original:
Character Sheet:
Name: Stíofán (Stephen) ó Conaill (O'Connell)
Aprox Age Range: 18-25
Room Items:
1. An Irish flag, at least 4 foot wide and 2 foot from top to bottom. It has many signatures on it, and goodbye messages, all written in Irish, they are unreadable, as his vision is too blurry.
2. A framed picture of Stíofán with a man who also has pale skin and ginger hair, but stands a couple of feet taller. It has the man's autograph in it, but he cannot see, as his vision is too blurry. The man is holding a large belt, akin to the one a professional wrestler would win.
3. An award for a wrestling competition. It has a picture of Stíofán with a gold medal in his hand.
4. A black pocket watch. On the inside, there is a picture of two boys, however, due to his blurry vision, Stíofán can not work out who they are, but he has a feeling that the taller of the two is himself.
5. A book, entitled "Freak The Mighty", by Rodman Philbrick. Stíofán has to look at it from afar to be able to read the words, and therefore cannot read the blurb. The book is in English.
Self Assessment: From what he can see in the pictures, and form looking at himself, Stíofán works out that he has pale skin, and ginger hair. He also seems quite tall, with everything in the room being slightly lower down than one would expect. He is angry about not knowing what has happened. The wrestling also suggests to him that he partakes in wrestling to vent his anger. Seeing the wrestling award makes Stíofán smile. The man in the picture on the table with him looks like he has the build of a wrestler. He examines his body, and sees that he has quite a bit of muscle, for someone of his age. This confirms the wrestling, and that he may work out. He seems to be able to understand both the Irish texts and the English, however only to a certain extent due to not having his glasses, although he think that they may be somewhere he has not looked.
Personal Profile: The Irish flag, his name, his skin tone, and hair colour suggest that Stíofán is from Ireland. This would also explain his knowledge of the Irish language. His muscle growth, leather on the journal, and pocket watch may suggest that he worked on a farm, perhaps his own family's. The messages, and picture on the inside of the pocket watch also suggest that he left his home to go somewhere else. This would explain his knowledge of a second language, perhaps he learnt English because his family moved to an English speaking country. The wrestling could perhaps be a way to vent his anger, and the picture of him with he man who appears to be a professional wrestler suggests that he is an avid fan of wrestling. He is angry about the current situation, not knowing who he is, not knowing why he doesn't know anything.
Bear:
Journal:
There is a medium sized, leather bound journal, with a pen next to it.
Appearance:
Character Sheet:
Name: Stíofán (Stephen) ó Conaill (O'Connell)
Aprox Age Range: 18-25
Room Items:
1. An Irish flag, at least 4 foot wide and 2 foot from top to bottom. It has many signatures on it, and goodbye messages, all written in Irish, they are unreadable, as his vision is too blurry.
2. A framed picture of Stíofán with a man who also has pale skin and ginger hair, but stands a couple of feet taller. It has the man's autograph in it, but he cannot see, as his vision is too blurry. The man is holding a large belt, akin to the one a professional wrestler would win.
3. An award for a wrestling competition. It has a picture of Stíofán with a gold medal in his hand.
4. A black pocket watch. On the inside, there is a picture of two boys, however, due to his blurry vision, Stíofán can not work out who they are, but he has a feeling that the taller of the two is himself.
5. A book, entitled "Freak The Mighty", by Rodman Philbrick. Stíofán has to look at it from afar to be able to read the words, and therefore cannot read the blurb. The book is in English.
Self Assessment: From what he can see in the pictures, and form looking at himself, Stíofán works out that he has pale skin, and ginger hair. He also seems quite tall, with everything in the room being slightly lower down than one would expect. He is angry about not knowing what has happened. The wrestling also suggests to him that he partakes in wrestling to vent his anger. Seeing the wrestling award makes Stíofán smile. The man in the picture on the table with him looks like he has the build of a wrestler. He examines his body, and sees that he has quite a bit of muscle, for someone of his age. This confirms the wrestling, and that he may work out. He seems to be able to understand both the Irish texts and the English, however only to a certain extent due to not having his glasses, although he think that they may be somewhere he has not looked.
Personal Profile: The Irish flag, his name, his skin tone, and hair colour suggest that Stíofán is from Ireland. This would also explain his knowledge of the Irish language. His muscle growth, leather on the journal, and pocket watch may suggest that he worked on a farm, perhaps his own family's. The messages, and picture on the inside of the pocket watch also suggest that he left his home to go somewhere else. This would explain his knowledge of a second language, perhaps he learnt English because his family moved to an English speaking country. The wrestling could perhaps be a way to vent his anger, and the picture of him with he man who appears to be a professional wrestler suggests that he is an avid fan of wrestling. He is angry about the current situation, not knowing who he is, not knowing why he doesn't know anything.
Bear:
Journal:
There is a medium sized, leather bound journal, with a pen next to it.
Appearance:
Stíofán saw people coming in, including someone who was unconscious, and a - a child? All the children should be in the flats, he thought. Stíofán walked over there, curious, in order to see what had happened. He was slightly drunk, but it didn't show at all, and he still had a glass of Irish whiskey in his hand. "What's happened?" he asked
I'm still good for this, and I think that these restrictions will make it quite interesting!
Sure! I'll probably post in a couple of hours/in the morning.
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