@Irisity I like how he just seems completely out of place and acts socially awkward, like he didn't just stumble into a crime scene but instead walked into a roommate's party in his flat that he wasn't aware of. ^^
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... How in the world did you even get here? Privacy means nothing to you, huh?
Well, since you're probably with the NSA anyway, I might as well tell you what you already know:
I'm a 25-year-old male university student from Germany. As a German, I take everything very seriously and have no humor. At all. Does not compute.
I'm not saying I'm a terminator but let's just say that there's a reason they picked an Austrian to play it - The German model wouldn't have failed. As an advanced roleplay machine, I do put a lot of effort into what I write and usually end up hating it later, but I do my best to keep it a high level of quality and quantity.
Of course, I'm joking. See? Germans have humor. Not when it comes to writing though - Roleplaying is no joking matter.
Well, since you're probably with the NSA anyway, I might as well tell you what you already know:
I'm a 25-year-old male university student from Germany. As a German, I take everything very seriously and have no humor. At all. Does not compute.
I'm not saying I'm a terminator but let's just say that there's a reason they picked an Austrian to play it - The German model wouldn't have failed. As an advanced roleplay machine, I do put a lot of effort into what I write and usually end up hating it later, but I do my best to keep it a high level of quality and quantity.
Of course, I'm joking. See? Germans have humor. Not when it comes to writing though - Roleplaying is no joking matter.
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For a moment, Christine felt almost pouty. No 'thank you', no nod, not a single indication that the woman appreciated that she had removed her assailant from the equation. In a place where nobody was beyond murder, it was strange how that made her feel both almost guilty and a little miffed. Her term on death row was brief and she spent most of her time before being put in stasis in solitary confinement but she had had enough time to interact with other prisoners to know when somebody wanted to kill for the sake of killing, and the guy she shot had had that look.
Then again, the woman did reach for her hand, she did accept her help and, most surprisingly, she did not ask her to return the gun, at least not yet. And she seemed willing to have Christine come along on their merry way to god-knows-where.
"Fuckface, huh? I like your style!", the other one commented, drawing Christine's attention.
She looked younger, a lot younger than the other but something about her seemed vaguely familiar. What she had mistaken for being unnerved turned out to be a spark of mischief, a rebellious streak that spoke to her, intrigued her, struck the right note with her. Australian... Somewhere in the depth of her mind, in the area of her university years, she could hear the faint ring of a bell but it was all a little too vague and too much had happened since that overshadowed this time. Maybe she reminded her of herself?
Whatever it was, the Australian's expression was friendly, amused even.
"Yeah, well, I don't think he does", she nodded towards the corpse, a hint of humour in her voice.
But before this could develop into more than a short exchange, before they could disappear into the woods, before she could even think of anything else, a call for help had them grinding to a halt. The caller was a man, doubled over in pain... or was he? Everything inside her, every ounce of common sense advised against taking anything somebody seemed to be in a place like this at face value.
And yet the woman with the bruised cheekbone, the one who had just been floored by a random stranger, the very one that knew first-hand - literally - that anybody around here could be dangerous, ran up to him, looked at his wounds and called her companion over so she could treat him.
It was so very, very stupid and careless of her. And, at the same time, so very, very selfless and noble. Finding brutality in a place like this wasn't unexpected but this... it stunned Christine in a way none of the carnage inside could. Who is she?
As crazy as it was of her to do that, the red-head couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration for... We really need some 'Hi, my name is...' stickers.
And then, she heard a twig snap. She couldn't tell where it came from exactly, because the forest had been on her right, but she could tell that it was too close for comfort and the younger-looking blonde seemed to be one step ahead of her, her gun trained on a black woman coming into view. She wore the same overall as everybody else and she did something very smart, considering the guns: Her entire body language aimed to convey that she was not looking for a fight. Whether that was true or not was another question entirely - there was something in her look, in the way she carried herself. It reminded Christine of an animal that had been beaten one too many times and was ready to bite as soon as somebody posed a threat to it.
"You guys friendly?"
"Do we look friendly to you?", the rebellious one replied. It wasn't hostile but maybe not the right tone.
"Not always", Christine said. She was sure that the woman had seen the dead guy; she had come very close before giving herself away. "But I can be, if you don't do anything stupid like attack somebody." If you do, I will not hesitate. There was no need to speak it out. The corpse said it in a way words never could. "Keep your distance and we'll get along just fine."
And then, of course, another one joined them - a pale blonde guy who was the exact opposite of everybody and everything she had seen so far: He looked like a pedestrian that had just stumbled into a prison block.
Why the hell are so many people coming this wa-?
That was when it dawned on her. It was quite obvious, after all: The gunshot. Every normal person in every normal situation would get as far away from it as possible. But this wasn't a normal situation and these weren't normal people. A gun was a more comfortable, more refined way to kill and, compared to the number of pipes and sheet metal shards lying around, one that was in short supply on the Apox, unless somebody found an armory of sorts. It was stupid of her to shoot but she didn't think it all the way through. Who could have, in a situation like this?
"Umm... Could I... Could I be of any help?", he asked awkwardly.
"Maybe you can help her", she gestured towards the blonde and her patient. "You know, speed things up so we can get out of here."
Then she met the rebel's eyes again. The girl reminded her of her Gaia companions. Her best friends among them died in that convention center but they had all started out as people with a spark like that and, if she had to rely on somebody, based on nothing but a gut feeling, it would have to be her.
"I'll keep an eye on this side." This side meant the one towards the doctor, where her almost useless right ear was covered by a solid wall of plate metal and she had no blind spots. Other than the opposite direction, of course. "Take the other one, will ya?"
If she decided to turn around and shoot her from behind, there was nothing she could do. She had to rely an awful lot, considering she had only met her a few minutes ago. But if not even the people who seemed the least threatening and downright mad in this place were remotely trustworthy, she was probably done for anyway. Gambling was never her thing but sometimes, you didn't have a choice in the matter.
"Oh, and... The name's Christine, by the way." Everybody around could hear her name but she softened her voice for her next, considerably darker remark, not wanting to unsettle the black woman more than necessary. "Watching somebody blow somebody's brains out puts them on a first name basis, right?"
Then again, the woman did reach for her hand, she did accept her help and, most surprisingly, she did not ask her to return the gun, at least not yet. And she seemed willing to have Christine come along on their merry way to god-knows-where.
"Fuckface, huh? I like your style!", the other one commented, drawing Christine's attention.
She looked younger, a lot younger than the other but something about her seemed vaguely familiar. What she had mistaken for being unnerved turned out to be a spark of mischief, a rebellious streak that spoke to her, intrigued her, struck the right note with her. Australian... Somewhere in the depth of her mind, in the area of her university years, she could hear the faint ring of a bell but it was all a little too vague and too much had happened since that overshadowed this time. Maybe she reminded her of herself?
Whatever it was, the Australian's expression was friendly, amused even.
"Yeah, well, I don't think he does", she nodded towards the corpse, a hint of humour in her voice.
But before this could develop into more than a short exchange, before they could disappear into the woods, before she could even think of anything else, a call for help had them grinding to a halt. The caller was a man, doubled over in pain... or was he? Everything inside her, every ounce of common sense advised against taking anything somebody seemed to be in a place like this at face value.
And yet the woman with the bruised cheekbone, the one who had just been floored by a random stranger, the very one that knew first-hand - literally - that anybody around here could be dangerous, ran up to him, looked at his wounds and called her companion over so she could treat him.
It was so very, very stupid and careless of her. And, at the same time, so very, very selfless and noble. Finding brutality in a place like this wasn't unexpected but this... it stunned Christine in a way none of the carnage inside could. Who is she?
As crazy as it was of her to do that, the red-head couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration for... We really need some 'Hi, my name is...' stickers.
And then, she heard a twig snap. She couldn't tell where it came from exactly, because the forest had been on her right, but she could tell that it was too close for comfort and the younger-looking blonde seemed to be one step ahead of her, her gun trained on a black woman coming into view. She wore the same overall as everybody else and she did something very smart, considering the guns: Her entire body language aimed to convey that she was not looking for a fight. Whether that was true or not was another question entirely - there was something in her look, in the way she carried herself. It reminded Christine of an animal that had been beaten one too many times and was ready to bite as soon as somebody posed a threat to it.
"You guys friendly?"
"Do we look friendly to you?", the rebellious one replied. It wasn't hostile but maybe not the right tone.
"Not always", Christine said. She was sure that the woman had seen the dead guy; she had come very close before giving herself away. "But I can be, if you don't do anything stupid like attack somebody." If you do, I will not hesitate. There was no need to speak it out. The corpse said it in a way words never could. "Keep your distance and we'll get along just fine."
And then, of course, another one joined them - a pale blonde guy who was the exact opposite of everybody and everything she had seen so far: He looked like a pedestrian that had just stumbled into a prison block.
Why the hell are so many people coming this wa-?
That was when it dawned on her. It was quite obvious, after all: The gunshot. Every normal person in every normal situation would get as far away from it as possible. But this wasn't a normal situation and these weren't normal people. A gun was a more comfortable, more refined way to kill and, compared to the number of pipes and sheet metal shards lying around, one that was in short supply on the Apox, unless somebody found an armory of sorts. It was stupid of her to shoot but she didn't think it all the way through. Who could have, in a situation like this?
"Umm... Could I... Could I be of any help?", he asked awkwardly.
"Maybe you can help her", she gestured towards the blonde and her patient. "You know, speed things up so we can get out of here."
Then she met the rebel's eyes again. The girl reminded her of her Gaia companions. Her best friends among them died in that convention center but they had all started out as people with a spark like that and, if she had to rely on somebody, based on nothing but a gut feeling, it would have to be her.
"I'll keep an eye on this side." This side meant the one towards the doctor, where her almost useless right ear was covered by a solid wall of plate metal and she had no blind spots. Other than the opposite direction, of course. "Take the other one, will ya?"
If she decided to turn around and shoot her from behind, there was nothing she could do. She had to rely an awful lot, considering she had only met her a few minutes ago. But if not even the people who seemed the least threatening and downright mad in this place were remotely trustworthy, she was probably done for anyway. Gambling was never her thing but sometimes, you didn't have a choice in the matter.
"Oh, and... The name's Christine, by the way." Everybody around could hear her name but she softened her voice for her next, considerably darker remark, not wanting to unsettle the black woman more than necessary. "Watching somebody blow somebody's brains out puts them on a first name basis, right?"
@Rosalind What a pile of poop. :/
Hope you will still be able to catch some sleep. I'm sure he'll kick Noro's ass in no time!
I'd volunteer, but alas, I don't have a penis.
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Wait, that came out wrong.
Hope you will still be able to catch some sleep. I'm sure he'll kick Noro's ass in no time!
I'd volunteer, but alas, I don't have a penis.
...
Wait, that came out wrong.
@Mateotis See, my problem with my initial post was that I wanted to keep as much of those past events, memories and things that will keep my dear DeWinter emotionally distraught to myself, so that when she feels like she can trust somebody enough, it does feel like she's genuinely opening up.
That and I was kinda trying to make that structure and basic chain of events work, even though they're kinda meh. But oh well, we'll see how things turn out.
@Jbcool Then all you have to do is pray that Rosalind's son falls asleep quickly and work doesn't keep her too busy. Then again... It's only the people outside who are waiting on each other - I'm waiting on Rosalind, Symphoni too (I suppose?) before deciding whether to attack me or be friends. ^^"
And I think both Heat and Irisity are waiting on just about anyone there to make a move, so things are a little complicated here.
So, you, Mateotis, @Kingfisher@Atrophy and @Moon are free to post again and meet, mingle or move outside, if you want.
That and I was kinda trying to make that structure and basic chain of events work, even though they're kinda meh. But oh well, we'll see how things turn out.
@Jbcool Then all you have to do is pray that Rosalind's son falls asleep quickly and work doesn't keep her too busy. Then again... It's only the people outside who are waiting on each other - I'm waiting on Rosalind, Symphoni too (I suppose?) before deciding whether to attack me or be friends. ^^"
And I think both Heat and Irisity are waiting on just about anyone there to make a move, so things are a little complicated here.
So, you, Mateotis, @Kingfisher@Atrophy and @Moon are free to post again and meet, mingle or move outside, if you want.
I think, unless the entire station blows up, there's nothing that would keep End Here from just waking up/finding the others a little later. Except for five (?) of us out in the open, everybody seems to be all over the place at this point, so it's gonna take at least one or two more round of posts for people to meet up and then probably a few more to get through the "why should I not shoot you on the spot" phase. XD
So, I say we go ahead and react to each other (at least the group out front has to) while everybody else moves around and tries to not murder the other players. :P
I edited my IC post to be a little more detailed and, most importantly, explain why Christine shot the guy. Should be a little more well-rounded and better overall now.
So, I say we go ahead and react to each other (at least the group out front has to) while everybody else moves around and tries to not murder the other players. :P
I edited my IC post to be a little more detailed and, most importantly, explain why Christine shot the guy. Should be a little more well-rounded and better overall now.
And then there were none.
Alright, the time-post-RP continuum is back in its proper order.
@Rosalind Looking forward to more posts, as always. :)
@Rosalind Looking forward to more posts, as always. :)
@Symphoni@Rosalind That's what I assumed as well.
I guess I could change my post to take Symphoni's place, if Symphoni likes her post as it is? It's certainly better than mine in its current state, it lacks a little substance and I'll freely admit that I was in a bit of a hurry when I wrote it, so I would be fine with rewriting mine.
I guess I could change my post to take Symphoni's place, if Symphoni likes her post as it is? It's certainly better than mine in its current state, it lacks a little substance and I'll freely admit that I was in a bit of a hurry when I wrote it, so I would be fine with rewriting mine.
@Rosalind Fucking hell. I'm glad you were looking out for her.
Well, things aren't that much better here in Germany. I'm not sure they can just discharge somebody from a geriatric home but there's just too many, so conditions are sketchy at best. I'm kinda glad my grandma passed away in our care rather than a place like that. :/
Hope between your son, those fingers, dinosaurs and wine, you'll find the time and comfort to reply. Looks like we're almost at that point where it's your turn again. XD
Off to Uni for the day.
Well, things aren't that much better here in Germany. I'm not sure they can just discharge somebody from a geriatric home but there's just too many, so conditions are sketchy at best. I'm kinda glad my grandma passed away in our care rather than a place like that. :/
Hope between your son, those fingers, dinosaurs and wine, you'll find the time and comfort to reply. Looks like we're almost at that point where it's your turn again. XD
Off to Uni for the day.
@Rosalind Jeez, you're having all the luck these days... Hope your finger gets better real quick.
But, for the record, you're my hero. There aren't many people who do geriatrics these days. I hope they pay you alright.
But, for the record, you're my hero. There aren't many people who do geriatrics these days. I hope they pay you alright.
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