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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.

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Hope my post gets some people going.
Christine watched as the black woman - Georgia - removed the corpse's boots and started undressing him. Only once before did she have to fiddle around with a dead body before and even though she wouldn't have had any issues with getting what she needed from this one, she felt a faint sense of relief watching somebody else do it.
"Thank you, Georgia."

That was when Joe walked up to her. She had made him out from the corner of her eye but he had been coming up to her from her right and the truth was that she had only barely heard his footsteps until he was basically right next to her - it scared and angered her how vulnerable it made her feel, even in a situation where she should have been as much at ease as you could be after escaping from a cryochamber and a burning wreckage.
But his intentions weren't hostile and she listened, facing him, and then nodded slowly.

"You're not wrong... but no."

Remaining silent for a moment, Christine looked around, giving each member of their little group a once-over. Who except me knows how to survive out here? Looks could be deceiving but her knowledge about them was limited - Other than Ristachev and the Beast, none of them looked familiar - and if she had to go by looks, none of them seemed particularly confident right now; they seemed to be waiting for somebody to take the first step and lead them to their destination. The only one who didn't seem the least bit on edge, who, in fact, looked pretty damn smug, was the Maori, and why wouldn't he be? He had survived in the wilderness for years, if the reports were true, and that took more than just eating a person or a dozen.

But Joe was still standing right next to her, a hint of confussion on his face.
"See, when the Apox came crashing through the atmosphere, that must have scared the shit out of every living thing within... 20, 30, maybe 50 miles of here. 30 miles, that's a day's walk if you're in good shape, so with wounded such as yourself, I wouldn't count on making that in less than two days. And even if we found a deer or a rabbit, the only thing we've got to hunt right now is this."
She held up the hand with the gun.

"Our best bet today would be berries and leaves but if you don't know what's edible and what isn't, that can be unpleasant or downright dangerous. And if you don't know how to navigate and find out which way you're facing, getting lost is easier than you think."

She bit her lower lip, pondering what she should say next. So far, admittedly, she must have come across as a bit bitchy, laying down the law with them, maybe unnecessarily so, although in her opinion it had to be said at least once. She didn't want to be too friendly with everybody, especially not until she knew who was trustworthy and who wasn't, but maybe it was time to show that she had a little more to offer than shooting and talking.

Raising her voice a little bit, she made sure that everybody could hear her next words, if they hadn't already been listening.
"Tell you what, once we've reached Elmina's cryochamber, I'll teach 'Woodland Navigation 101' and when it's time to go out, I'll go with some people and see what's edible in this part of the world. Honestly though, I'm a lot more worried about the water situation."

Before she could elaborate, though, Ristachev seemed to come to from spacing out. Christine hadn't even noticed him toppling over while she had been busy. Maybe his injury was worse than she thought. She approached him quickly and helped him on his feet.
"We're free, apparently, we're leaving the Apox and you have definitely seen better days."

Nobody seemed to be to keen on helping the man walk and the old man who had been his support before was now busy with the corpse. Looks like I'm gonna be sentry and nurse today.
"Georgia, don't forget the boots."
She kicked the boots at her feet back in her general direction, careful not to hit anybody with it.

"Let's go."

And with that, the Russian president's arm around her shoulder, she walked north, hoping that Elmina would come back with some good news, bags full of food and, perhaps most importantly, something to hold water.
@Sep Sorry, was out drinking with friends. I don't see too much room for a post for me either. Well, plenty of room but no real inspiration that would make it worthwhile. Once you/jbcool move the group, I'll come up with something.
@SymphoniI think you should reconsider your dropping out.

Not everything you write has to be brilliant. Hell, most of the things I've written in the RP so far are pretty damn basic - no soul, few fancy words, no development, no information about the character. I think I can play my character relatively realistically (so far) and I come up with some good quotes every now and then but other than that, I've got nothing unless some idea guides me.

You don't have to post as often as others if you are concerned about length. You can take your time and do one longer post every two cycles, wrap up all your actions and reactions in one big post. But what I've seen from you so far makes me think that you can keep up and it would be a real bummer if you dropped out.

And if, for some reason, you think your character isn't good enough the way you conceived her, I'll be happy to talk to you about her and come up with some details to her life.

Don't be intimidated by a few posts. If you really think you're out of your depth, then I believe you should take the opportunity to explore something new, something more challenging, get a feel for it. We're all here to support you.
@Mateotis Glad you like them. 'Red' has been growing on me as a nickname, so that's where that last one came from. ^^

Come on, people, there's plenty of posting to do, about how you dislike the bitch with the red hair who acts like she's in charge. :P
@Rosalind I liked it. But I know what you mean - didn't really feel it with my post either.
Christine wanted to talk back. It wasn't just about the food, of course it wasn't. Having one of the smartest people among them walk into the wreckage with a gun, a programmer and a cannibal not only sounded like the beginning of a bad joke but could also end turn out to be the end of her life. But there was no time and Elmina had obviously already made up her mind. All that was left to do when she walked back inside was to call after her:
"Stay safe!" A hint of a smile curled her lips. Crazy bitch.

The smile went away in an instant once she took another look at Ristachev. Her own knowledge of all things medical was limited, just enough to give first aid for most wounds, but she knew enough to know that he still had an open wound. The doctor had changed the gauze, nothing else, which meant that he was in for a lot more pain and blood loss. She would have helped him up, except putting the gun down wasn't an option and the overall didn't have a pocket that could hold the gun. And it looks like this gun is mine now... I need to build a makeshift holster. And the old guy's backpack idea isn't bad either.

"Keep the pressure on it", she said to the ex-president. "We'll take care of it once she's back."

Then she turned to face the rest of them. Christine felt that some things needed to be addressed before they went on their merry way.
"Here's how it is: Apparently, we're free people. That means that all of you are free to leave or to stay. But if you do stay, there is a condition: You act like the good, honest, law-abiding citizens you are - after all, we were screwed by our lawyers and are innocent, right? - and don't go for the guns, don't start a fight, don't try to take the medicine, in short, you act like you're the mayor of fucking Pleasantville. That way, we can get out of here without another incident", she nodded towards the dead inmate.

"So, if you're here to stay, help the injured and get going. Us girls with guns are gonna protect you from the big bad wolf." She grinned, realizing that her hair color fit the analogy. "Red Riding Hood is packing."

With a gesture of her burned finger, she signaled to the black woman that she wanted to talk and moved to the corpse. He didn't stink yet. Maybe he hadn't even emptied his bladder. If so, this would be a lot more pleasant than it had any right to be.
"Listen, I don't know you or why you were on the Apox but you don't strike me as the type that... kills for fun. I don't know if I give that impression but, for what it's worth, I'm not either. What I do know is that there's one more thing I need to do before I leave the clearing but I can't do it because I won't put the gun down. So I'm asking you."

She pointed her blemished index finger at the corpse.
"I'm good with my hands. I might be able to make something from that guy's overall and boots... if you take them off of him. You don't have to, of course. But if you do it, I'll know that you can help out, be friendly, maybe even be trusted. And I look out for the people I trust. Whether the UN shows up or not, the woods and some of our 'companions' might be dangerous, so trust goes a long way until we know what's up, don't you think?"
@Jbcool If you can promise me that I keep my hand, I'll pat his head.
@Irisity Meh, flaming drinks are for wimps. And for a second there, I thought you were a hot-chocolate grade badass.

@Atrophy You old, sneaky son of a bitch. XD
How about YOU watch Hemi and leave those who are going back into the ship filled with, let me think, about 1000 fucking serial killers alone? ^^

Come on, I'd be thrilled to see Samuel assert himself when he's faced with 250lbs of cannibal love.
HEMI SMASH! @Jbcool
@Kingfisher Looks like me after the last uni party. Actually... I might actually have a photo of that. Not sure I wanna share it with anybody though. XD

@Rosalind Looking forward to it like... somebody who's looking forward to... something. Yeah.
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