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STATUS: Just finished watching the Le Mans 24 Hours race. I watched 18 of the 24 hours and only slept 6 hours last night. It was shocking what happened to Toyota at the end. So happy that Porsche won...again. 8 yrs ago
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Just finished watching the Le Mans 24 Hours race. I watched 18 of the 24 hours and only slept 6 hours last night. It was shocking what happened to Toyota at the end. So happy that Porsche won...again.
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Only 1 day left until the LeMans 24 Hours race. So excited.
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Just finished watching the 24 hours LeMans race. It was amazing. My 3rd year since I watch it. Very happy and satisfied that Porsche won. 1st and 2nd place.
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@Wick I'm with my grandmother at the hospital. It's very hot in Romania right now, over 30 degrees Celsius. That together with her heart issues does not make for a good combination. At any rate, for the sake of the story, before I am able to post again you are free to manipulate Chris if you wish. I don't mind.
This is very frustrating you know? Today I had planned to post for Chris and introduce Roger into the story and now this happened. :(
This is very frustrating you know? Today I had planned to post for Chris and introduce Roger into the story and now this happened. :(
My grandmother has been rushed to the hospital last night. She has some health issues and she's not feeling very well. I don't know when i'm gonna be able to post again. I'll try not to remain too behind.
Name: Roger Greenberg
Gender: Male
Age: 64
Birthplace: New York City, New York
Appearance:
Personality: Roger has a somewhat inconsistent personality. Most of the time he is serious both in his attitude and in his tone. He is hesitant to public displays of affection or empathy, preffering them only in private. He is quick to anger but never violent, only if he's pushed around too much, then he might become violent too. He curses a lot, especially when he is angry. He highly critical about pretty much anything he dosen't like. He is also homophobic and is not ashamed to show it.
Occupation before the breakout: Gunsmith & Freelance motorcycle repairman
Skills:
- Military training: As a former member of the US military, Roger has all the necessary skills that a soldier should have.
- Handy man: Roger is good at a wide range of repairs, typically around the home like plumbing, light electric jobs, fixing a door, mounting or replacing stuff and typically pretty much all kinds of household repairs.
- Gunsmithing: Ever since retiring from the military Roger has worked as a gunsmith, repairing, modifying, building and performing all kinds of tasks on them.
- Motorcycle mechanic: Roger is good at working with motorcycles, repairing them, changing parts, etc.
Fears/Incompetencies:
- He lost his left leg in the Gulf War and has been wearing a prosthetic leg ever since. Four years ago he replaced it with a more modern one.
- Roger is not exactly young anymore. No matter how capable he may be, the fact that he is old now is a weakness by itself.
Equipment:
- 1948 Indian Chief motorcycle
- A backpack containing two spare t-shirts, a water bottle, two cans of tuna fish, a pack of toast, and a fork.
- In the saddlebags of his motorcycle he has all the magazines for his rifle, six 20 round mags and one 10 round mag, as well as two 20 round boxes of .308 Winchester ammunition.
History: Born in 1952, Roger is a former war veteran. In 1969 he joined the US military and shortly after becoming a soldier he was sent to fight in Vietnam. He was captured by the communists in 1971 and spent the next two years in a Vietnamese prison camp up until his release in 1973 due to Operation Homecoming which brought him and other 590 prisoners of war back home in the US. He spent the last two years of the war back home, recovering from his ordeal and didn't perform too many military duties. Around that time he also got married to his high school love, a woman named Allison, Roger liked to call her Sally. In 1976 she gave birth to the couple's first child, a boy named Frank. That was followed by another boy in 1980, which was called Chris. In 1983 Sally would give birth to yet another boy, named Joe, much to Roger's dissapointment who badly wanted a girl ever since Frank was born. Sadly though in 1986, Roger lost both his wife and his oldest son Frank after they were ran over by a drunk driver. His wife who took most of the blow died imidieatly while his son Frank died at the hospital after numerous ressuscitation attempts. His superiors offered him time to mourn but Roger respectfully refused and the next day he returned to his military duties.
In 1989 Roger, back then a Sergeant First Class, took part in the invasion of Panama and later in the Gulf War of 1990-1991. He lost his left leg in the Gulf War and was discharged with honors from the military. He was provided with a prostethic leg, which allowed him to move again. After his military career he followed gunsmithing courses and got certified in gunsmithing, taking a job at a gunsmithing shop. He was also repairing motorcycles occasionally and for a fair price. For some reason his relationship with his son Chris was always cold, with Roger refusing many times to explain why. The last straw was drawn when Chris was 24 and he got his father's car, a 1969 Dodge Charger R/T, impounded because of street racing. The two had a huge argument back then with Roger losing his cool and ending up hitting Chris with a fist in the mouth, busting his lower lip. Chris left the house that day, moving in with his long time girlfriend at the time, Michelle.
The two of them haven't talked to each other ever since and rarely seen eye to eye. Although Roger was constantly aware of what his son has been doing from his younger son Joe, which was still had a close relationship with Chris.
Gender: Male
Age: 64
Birthplace: New York City, New York
Appearance:
Personality: Roger has a somewhat inconsistent personality. Most of the time he is serious both in his attitude and in his tone. He is hesitant to public displays of affection or empathy, preffering them only in private. He is quick to anger but never violent, only if he's pushed around too much, then he might become violent too. He curses a lot, especially when he is angry. He highly critical about pretty much anything he dosen't like. He is also homophobic and is not ashamed to show it.
Occupation before the breakout: Gunsmith & Freelance motorcycle repairman
Skills:
- Military training: As a former member of the US military, Roger has all the necessary skills that a soldier should have.
- Handy man: Roger is good at a wide range of repairs, typically around the home like plumbing, light electric jobs, fixing a door, mounting or replacing stuff and typically pretty much all kinds of household repairs.
- Gunsmithing: Ever since retiring from the military Roger has worked as a gunsmith, repairing, modifying, building and performing all kinds of tasks on them.
- Motorcycle mechanic: Roger is good at working with motorcycles, repairing them, changing parts, etc.
Fears/Incompetencies:
- He lost his left leg in the Gulf War and has been wearing a prosthetic leg ever since. Four years ago he replaced it with a more modern one.
- Roger is not exactly young anymore. No matter how capable he may be, the fact that he is old now is a weakness by itself.
Equipment:
- 1948 Indian Chief motorcycle
- A backpack containing two spare t-shirts, a water bottle, two cans of tuna fish, a pack of toast, and a fork.
- In the saddlebags of his motorcycle he has all the magazines for his rifle, six 20 round mags and one 10 round mag, as well as two 20 round boxes of .308 Winchester ammunition.
History: Born in 1952, Roger is a former war veteran. In 1969 he joined the US military and shortly after becoming a soldier he was sent to fight in Vietnam. He was captured by the communists in 1971 and spent the next two years in a Vietnamese prison camp up until his release in 1973 due to Operation Homecoming which brought him and other 590 prisoners of war back home in the US. He spent the last two years of the war back home, recovering from his ordeal and didn't perform too many military duties. Around that time he also got married to his high school love, a woman named Allison, Roger liked to call her Sally. In 1976 she gave birth to the couple's first child, a boy named Frank. That was followed by another boy in 1980, which was called Chris. In 1983 Sally would give birth to yet another boy, named Joe, much to Roger's dissapointment who badly wanted a girl ever since Frank was born. Sadly though in 1986, Roger lost both his wife and his oldest son Frank after they were ran over by a drunk driver. His wife who took most of the blow died imidieatly while his son Frank died at the hospital after numerous ressuscitation attempts. His superiors offered him time to mourn but Roger respectfully refused and the next day he returned to his military duties.
In 1989 Roger, back then a Sergeant First Class, took part in the invasion of Panama and later in the Gulf War of 1990-1991. He lost his left leg in the Gulf War and was discharged with honors from the military. He was provided with a prostethic leg, which allowed him to move again. After his military career he followed gunsmithing courses and got certified in gunsmithing, taking a job at a gunsmithing shop. He was also repairing motorcycles occasionally and for a fair price. For some reason his relationship with his son Chris was always cold, with Roger refusing many times to explain why. The last straw was drawn when Chris was 24 and he got his father's car, a 1969 Dodge Charger R/T, impounded because of street racing. The two had a huge argument back then with Roger losing his cool and ending up hitting Chris with a fist in the mouth, busting his lower lip. Chris left the house that day, moving in with his long time girlfriend at the time, Michelle.
The two of them haven't talked to each other ever since and rarely seen eye to eye. Although Roger was constantly aware of what his son has been doing from his younger son Joe, which was still had a close relationship with Chris.
Alright, here's the big daddy, Mr. Greenberg.
Name: Roger Greenberg
Gender: Male
Age: 64
Birthplace: New York City, New York
Appearance:
Personality: Roger has a somewhat inconsistent personality. Most of the time he is serious both in his attitude and in his tone. He is hesitant to public displays of affection or empathy, preffering them only in private. He is quick to anger but never violent, only if he's pushed around too much, then he might become violent too. He curses a lot, especially when he is angry. He highly critical about pretty much anything he dosen't like. He is also homophobic and is not ashamed to show it.
Occupation before the breakout: Gunsmith & Freelance motorcycle repairman
Skills:
- Military training: As a former member of the US military, Roger has all the necessary skills that a soldier should have.
- Handy man: Roger is good at a wide range of repairs, typically around the home like plumbing, light electric jobs, fixing a door, mounting or replacing stuff and typically pretty much all kinds of household repairs.
- Gunsmithing: Ever since retiring from the military Roger has worked as a gunsmith, repairing, modifying, building and performing all kinds of tasks on them.
- Motorcycle mechanic: Roger is good at working with motorcycles, repairing them, changing parts, etc.
Fears/Incompetencies:
- He lost his left leg in the Gulf War and has been wearing a prosthetic leg ever since. Four years ago he replaced it with a more modern one.
- Roger is not exactly young anymore. No matter how capable he may be, the fact that he is old now is a weakness by itself.
Equipment:
- 1948 Indian Chief motorcycle
- A backpack containing two spare t-shirts, a water bottle, two cans of tuna fish, a pack of toast, and a fork.
- In the saddlebags of his motorcycle he has all the magazines for his rifle, six 20 round mags and one 10 round mag, as well as two 20 round boxes of .308 Winchester ammunition.
History: Born in 1952, Roger is a former war veteran. In 1969 he joined the US military and shortly after becoming a soldier he was sent to fight in Vietnam. He was captured by the communists in 1971 and spent the next two years in a Vietnamese prison camp up until his release in 1973 due to Operation Homecoming which brought him and other 590 prisoners of war back home in the US. He spent the last two years of the war back home, recovering from his ordeal and didn't perform too many military duties. Around that time he also got married to his high school love, a woman named Allison, Roger liked to call her Sally. In 1976 she gave birth to the couple's first child, a boy named Frank. That was followed by another boy in 1980, which was called Chris. In 1983 Sally would give birth to yet another boy, named Joe, much to Roger's dissapointment who badly wanted a girl ever since Frank was born. Sadly though in 1986, Roger lost both his wife and his oldest son Frank after they were ran over by a drunk driver. His wife who took most of the blow died imidieatly while his son Frank died at the hospital after numerous ressuscitation attempts. His superiors offered him time to mourn but Roger respectfully refused and the next day he returned to his military duties.
In 1989 Roger, back then a Sergeant First Class, took part in the invasion of Panama and later in the Gulf War of 1990-1991. He lost his left leg in the Gulf War and was discharged with honors from the military. He was provided with a prostethic leg, which allowed him to move again. After his military career he followed gunsmithing courses and got certified in gunsmithing, taking a job at a gunsmithing shop. He was also repairing motorcycles occasionally and for a fair price. For some reason his relationship with his son Chris was always cold, with Roger refusing many times to explain why. The last straw was drawn when Chris was 24 and he got his father's car, a 1969 Dodge Charger R/T, impounded because of street racing. The two had a huge argument back then with Roger losing his cool and ending up hitting Chris with a fist in the mouth, busting his lower lip. Chris left the house that day, moving in with his long time girlfriend at the time, Michelle.
The two of them haven't talked to each other ever since and rarely seen eye to eye. Although Roger was constantly aware of what his son has been doing from his younger son Joe, which was still had a close relationship with Chris.
Name: Roger Greenberg
Gender: Male
Age: 64
Birthplace: New York City, New York
Appearance:
Personality: Roger has a somewhat inconsistent personality. Most of the time he is serious both in his attitude and in his tone. He is hesitant to public displays of affection or empathy, preffering them only in private. He is quick to anger but never violent, only if he's pushed around too much, then he might become violent too. He curses a lot, especially when he is angry. He highly critical about pretty much anything he dosen't like. He is also homophobic and is not ashamed to show it.
Occupation before the breakout: Gunsmith & Freelance motorcycle repairman
Skills:
- Military training: As a former member of the US military, Roger has all the necessary skills that a soldier should have.
- Handy man: Roger is good at a wide range of repairs, typically around the home like plumbing, light electric jobs, fixing a door, mounting or replacing stuff and typically pretty much all kinds of household repairs.
- Gunsmithing: Ever since retiring from the military Roger has worked as a gunsmith, repairing, modifying, building and performing all kinds of tasks on them.
- Motorcycle mechanic: Roger is good at working with motorcycles, repairing them, changing parts, etc.
Fears/Incompetencies:
- He lost his left leg in the Gulf War and has been wearing a prosthetic leg ever since. Four years ago he replaced it with a more modern one.
- Roger is not exactly young anymore. No matter how capable he may be, the fact that he is old now is a weakness by itself.
Equipment:
- 1948 Indian Chief motorcycle
- A backpack containing two spare t-shirts, a water bottle, two cans of tuna fish, a pack of toast, and a fork.
- In the saddlebags of his motorcycle he has all the magazines for his rifle, six 20 round mags and one 10 round mag, as well as two 20 round boxes of .308 Winchester ammunition.
History: Born in 1952, Roger is a former war veteran. In 1969 he joined the US military and shortly after becoming a soldier he was sent to fight in Vietnam. He was captured by the communists in 1971 and spent the next two years in a Vietnamese prison camp up until his release in 1973 due to Operation Homecoming which brought him and other 590 prisoners of war back home in the US. He spent the last two years of the war back home, recovering from his ordeal and didn't perform too many military duties. Around that time he also got married to his high school love, a woman named Allison, Roger liked to call her Sally. In 1976 she gave birth to the couple's first child, a boy named Frank. That was followed by another boy in 1980, which was called Chris. In 1983 Sally would give birth to yet another boy, named Joe, much to Roger's dissapointment who badly wanted a girl ever since Frank was born. Sadly though in 1986, Roger lost both his wife and his oldest son Frank after they were ran over by a drunk driver. His wife who took most of the blow died imidieatly while his son Frank died at the hospital after numerous ressuscitation attempts. His superiors offered him time to mourn but Roger respectfully refused and the next day he returned to his military duties.
In 1989 Roger, back then a Sergeant First Class, took part in the invasion of Panama and later in the Gulf War of 1990-1991. He lost his left leg in the Gulf War and was discharged with honors from the military. He was provided with a prostethic leg, which allowed him to move again. After his military career he followed gunsmithing courses and got certified in gunsmithing, taking a job at a gunsmithing shop. He was also repairing motorcycles occasionally and for a fair price. For some reason his relationship with his son Chris was always cold, with Roger refusing many times to explain why. The last straw was drawn when Chris was 24 and he got his father's car, a 1969 Dodge Charger R/T, impounded because of street racing. The two had a huge argument back then with Roger losing his cool and ending up hitting Chris with a fist in the mouth, busting his lower lip. Chris left the house that day, moving in with his long time girlfriend at the time, Michelle.
The two of them haven't talked to each other ever since and rarely seen eye to eye. Although Roger was constantly aware of what his son has been doing from his younger son Joe, which was still had a close relationship with Chris.
While still peeling potatoes Jenna started feeling bad so she requested everyone to leave her alone for a moment as she went out for a second. Chris attempted to go at her and ask her if she's okay but just as he was about to do that another guy appeared. Chris eyeballed him as he passed him and went to Jenna. Chris took a sneak peek but didn't like what he saw as he imidieatly turned back to potato peeling with a slight a anger as he started peeling faster and faster. It seemed that Jenna already had someone in her life. He had to get rid of the thought of being with her fast before it would start eating away at him. He had too much on his mind anyway. He imidieatly calmed down as Nikki appeared. After making that PA announcement, Chris put down the knife and headed to the cafeteria along with everybody else.
It seemed that Nikki was planning a counter attack against those that attacked the high school yesterday. For a second he felt like raising his hand but he imidieatly gave up on the thought. Afterall he didn't knew these people well enough to put his life on the line for them. However 14 of them stepped up and decided to join Nikki in the assault. He saw Jenna's freightened look and despite his earlier promise he went to her and gently put his hands on her shoulders. "Don't worry! Some of us will remain here, including myself. If those bastards even think about attacking here it's gonna be the last thing they do. If you're worried about your boyfriend though, i'm sure he's in capable hands." Said Chris as he patted Jenna's hair and then went off of the cafeteria.
"FUCK!" He cursed as he formed his hands into fists and went to his room. He really hoped he had a chance with Jenna but after he saw her with that guy it was all too obvious for him and he wasn't going to insist anymore.
Almost done with Chris's father. All I have let to complete is the history. I'll probably post him tomorow, by my timezone of course. Here is night time already.
Jenna reacted as Chris expected. A combination of defensive and nice. He took the rest of his sandwich, swallowing it whole and then proceeded to peel potatoes like Jenna requested. However just as Chris wanted to respond to her questions and ask some of his own, their moment together was spoiled as people kept flocking to the kitchen out of nowhere. First there was this asian guy who offered to help with Jenna's bruises. He was followed by a woman with a child who offered a shoulder to cry on for Jenna because of her situation. If he wasn't so sure then, now he had no doubt. She was the one that Nikki said got beaten and raped. Her child however made him smile. It was the sweetest bundle of joy he ever saw. Then a little girl followed as she complimented the baby, saying how cute it is.
Anyway, people kept coming to the kitchen for various reasons. Chris kept observing them and listening to what they were saying. His moment with Jenna was ruined, he would have to try and talk to her at another time and hopefully another location. One that didn't involve so many people popping up out of nowhere. He honestly felt like leaving but that would be a bitch move so he stayed and continued to work, peeling the potatoes. He was down to the 5th. He had no idea what Jenna wanted to do with the potatoes, but he had a few ideas of himself, provided he had the right ingredients.
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After I come home from work I think I'll make a CS for Chris's father as well. This is gonna be interesting because I never played someone older then 40 before. What I can say though is that he's definetly not gonna be a helpless old man.
I'll also post Chris's response to Jenna but it's gonna be something short since I really don't have much to talk about.
I'll also post Chris's response to Jenna but it's gonna be something short since I really don't have much to talk about.
Chris woke up after another failed attempt to get some sleep, the 3rd. First time it was that damn nightmare, the other two times he just couldn't sleep for more then 30 minutes. He looks at his wristwatch which was showing 11:30 AM and gets off the couch upset as he reached out to the right pocket of his black jeans, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and his lighter, taking a cigarette, lighting it up and putting them back in the pocket afterwards. After taking a smoke he heads to the desk, throws himself on the very comfy chair and starts looking through the drawers most of them having a lot of uninteresting stuff in them. He does however find a blank notebook and some pens. This gives him an idea as he takes out the notebook and a pen, putting them on the desk. After taking another smoke, Chris opens the notebook, grabs the pen and starts writing on the 1st page.
"Hi, my name is Chris, Chris Greenberg and this is my journal. The journal of a thief, the journal of someone that killed. The journal of someone that did a lot of bad things in his life and didn't regret them, but does that make me a bad person? Most would say yes, but i'm gonna leave that for you to decide, reader. Eleven days have passed since this outbreak started. I have no idea how it happened. Humans just started turning into the undead, just like in the movies and video games. This is probably the government's fault, i'm sure of it. My theory is that they were probably messing with some virus, or biological weapon and it got loose. And now we pay the price for their stupidity. I wonder if it's the same in the entire country. Me and my crew were pulling off a heist at a bank when everything happened. The cops were up our asses for a long time now and we had to get away before they would arrest us for good. The plan was to rob the bank, split the money and then together with the money we already had, all of it on offshore accounts we would dissapear into the world. My plan was to go to Russia. Why Russia you may ask? Because of three reasons. One...I was always fascinated by it and it's history, traditions and many other things including the vodka and the really beautiful women. Two...I was tired of the California sun and wanted some place colder. And three...Russia dosen't have an extradition treaty with the United States so if the americans ever find out that i'm there the russians will definetly not send me back home. My little brother Joe was supposed to come with me. I didn't want to get him involved but he insisted on helping me and I allowed him to replace my getaway driver, which was diagnosed with leucemia.
Anyway the heist was going great up until the people in the bank started changing into undead and attacked my crew. The guys defended themselves with their firearms but it was no use. After my guys were killed I managed to take care of the rest of the undead and burned their bodies afterwards. Joe, who was outside in the truck survived too and we went on like this for the next six days. In the 6th day I decided that we should raid a Walmart store for supplies. Joe was constantly complaining that it was a bad idea but anyway, long story short, he was right, that place was stuffed with undead. We ran back to the truck and loaded in the supplies we managed to take but as we were ready to leave one of those freaks bursts out of some bushes and bites my little brother by the arm. Aware that he's gonna become one of them soon enough, Joe takes the shotgun that I gave him and sacrifices himself so that I may escape safe. I didn't wanna do it and kept begging him to come back. But in the end I stopped listening to my heart for a second and followed my brain as I drove away. Not long after that the shooting stopped. I don't know what happened to Joe. He either became food for the walkers or, seeing his objective complete, decided to shoot himself.
The next five days I survived the best I could but my little brother's death took it's toll on me hard. Many sleepless nights, the same nightmare over and over again. This is my guilt at work here, and I am right to feel guilty. I took both of us to that Walmart, it's all my fault, I killed my little brother not the walkers. Today, on day 11 I found this group tucked inside a high school. I decided to join them. At least for the time being. It's not like I have anywhere else to go. I haven't talked to anyone else yet. But i'm very impressed by their leader Nikki. For someone who's probably not even 20 yet, she has a very firm grip on things."
Chris stopped writing as he closed the notebook, pushing it away. As he took a smoke Chris heard in the speakers from the hallways that the kitchen will be reopened for dinner tonight and that sandwiches have been made for lunch. "I could use something to eat. Maybe that and a shower is gonna help me rest a little easy." Said Chris as he got off from the chair, took a final smoke from the cigarette as he extinguished it in an ashtray and blew the smoke out through his nostrils, as he got out of his room, heading to the caffeteria. After walking in the caffeteria, Chris looked around impressed. This place looked by far the nicest out of the whole high school. And the food supplies were stacked up so nice and tight. After grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite from it, Chris took a peek in the kitchen and saw a woman there, a familiar face. It was nonother then Jenna Connor herself. Chris saw her on TV and in magazines.
He stepped inside the kitchen as he took another bite of the sandwich. "My compliments to the cook." He said smiling at her as he leaned in the doorway with his right elbow as she turned her gaze towards him. "This is by far the best sandwich I had in quite some time." He said stopping to take another bite. "You must be Jenna Connor. I saw you on TV and in magazines. My name is Chris. I just arrived this morning." He said as he put the sandwich on a table and got closer to her. She was bearing multiple bruises on her body, especially the hands and neck. Some were purple, some red, and a black eye. Sure they were covered with make-up but Chris was no inexperienced fool. He realised that she must be the one that was beaten and raped so he decided to approach her with caution. People in her state tend to be very edgy, distrustive and jumpy. Either way he felt a strange but genuine attraction for her.
@Wick
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