James fell asleep in uneasy peace, and woke to war. The moment the sirens filled the air James shot awake, scanning the room. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, James attempted to check out the room's window. He was startled to only find darkness. 'The lights are out' was his first thought; 'oh shit' was the second. Without a word he hurried to stuff his feet into his boots, lacing them quickly as Sam jerks awake with a groan.
"James? What's going on?"
"Lights." James replied, already tugging his jacket on.
"What lights?" A short pause. "Oh. Oh shit." James grunts in response, snapping a flashlight to his shoulder and flipping it on. In the light of the LEDs Sam looks more sick than usual. "Where are you going?" James gestures to the window. "Right. Yeah, that makes sense." Sam goes to say more, but she falls into another coughing fit. James lets her recover while he gathers his weapons, slipping his knife into a sheath on his belt. "Just be careful, kay?" Jame nods. Realizing that Sam couldn't see him, he responds verbally.
"Back soon."
James hurries down the street, following the surge of people towards the Colony's center; the booming loudspeakers made it clear that was the place to be. He keeps a hand on his blade's handle as he joins the gathering crowd, waiting for answers.
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"Jesus James, slow down. Getting back a few minutes earlier won't make any difference." Simon shouts, the man in question being a good hundred feet ahead of him.
James grunts in response, reluctantly stopping and waiting for Simon to catch up to him. Once they are regrouped they continue walking back to the Colony, their pace now set by Simon. As they walk Simon tries to pass the time by talking.
"Hey, how's Sam doing? Heard she was feeling under the weather." James grimaces. "Not too great, huh? Shit, I'm sorry to hear that." He gets another grunt. “Although it does mean you get the pleasure of going on a few runs with this glorious individual.” Simon points to himself, grinning. “So I guess it’s not too bad, right buddy?”
James rolls his eyes. Ever since Sam, his usual partner, got sick, he had been stuck with… him. Simon never stopped talking. James usually didn’t mind chatty people; it just meant he could let them talk, nodding at appropriate times without being expected to add to the conversation. Once people figured out he didn’t talk much, they usually stopped trying to make conversation. Simon, however…
“... and that was the third threesome I had. Here’s the good part; the fourth threesome ended up turning into my first foursome!”
The subject matter wasn’t the greatest, but…
Actually, there was no redeeming quality about Simon. At all. He was lazy, exhausting to be around, and a shitty scrapper to boot. Incorrigible, really. James sighs; first with annoyance, then with relief as the Colony comes into view. The pair works their way through security, dropping off two bags loaded down with scrap metal at the farmer’s market and part ways. James walks from the market and towards the building living area, climbing up to the second story of a small apartment building and entering through one of the few doors into the the apartment he shared with Sam. Locking the door behind him, James tread quietly through the apartment and into Sam’s room. She lay on the bed, covered in sheets that had been soaked through with sweat and horribly pale. She gives a weak smile as James walks in, and he grins in return.
“Hey. Get anything good today?” Sam’s voice is raspy, and even her short sentence makes her break out in a coughing fit. James shrugs, reaching over to the bedside table and pouring a some water into a glass before handing it to Sam, which she accepts gladly. When she’s done Sam attempts to laugh, but ends up coughing more. James waits patiently until it passes. “Probably because you didn’t have me to point out all the good stuff, eh?” James shrugs again.
He sits at her side for several hours, listening to her talk between episodes of mad coughing. Eventually she tires herself out and falls asleep. James takes this opportunity to refill the empty water pitcher, then rests a hand on her forehead. ‘Fever still hasn’t broken.’ he thinks, hoping that this will be over soon. He hated seeing her like this. Hoping that the fever would break overnight, James gets himself a small bit to eat and sits back down in the easy chair he had moved into Sam’s bedroom. He takes off his shoes and coat, being careful not to make much noise in for worry of waking her up, and leans back in the chair, exhausted. He yawns, getting comfortable as he begins to drift to sleep. Before he does, he says the same thing he has said every night since he arrived in the Colony.
“Goodnight, Sam.”
James grunts in response, reluctantly stopping and waiting for Simon to catch up to him. Once they are regrouped they continue walking back to the Colony, their pace now set by Simon. As they walk Simon tries to pass the time by talking.
"Hey, how's Sam doing? Heard she was feeling under the weather." James grimaces. "Not too great, huh? Shit, I'm sorry to hear that." He gets another grunt. “Although it does mean you get the pleasure of going on a few runs with this glorious individual.” Simon points to himself, grinning. “So I guess it’s not too bad, right buddy?”
James rolls his eyes. Ever since Sam, his usual partner, got sick, he had been stuck with… him. Simon never stopped talking. James usually didn’t mind chatty people; it just meant he could let them talk, nodding at appropriate times without being expected to add to the conversation. Once people figured out he didn’t talk much, they usually stopped trying to make conversation. Simon, however…
“... and that was the third threesome I had. Here’s the good part; the fourth threesome ended up turning into my first foursome!”
The subject matter wasn’t the greatest, but…
Actually, there was no redeeming quality about Simon. At all. He was lazy, exhausting to be around, and a shitty scrapper to boot. Incorrigible, really. James sighs; first with annoyance, then with relief as the Colony comes into view. The pair works their way through security, dropping off two bags loaded down with scrap metal at the farmer’s market and part ways. James walks from the market and towards the building living area, climbing up to the second story of a small apartment building and entering through one of the few doors into the the apartment he shared with Sam. Locking the door behind him, James tread quietly through the apartment and into Sam’s room. She lay on the bed, covered in sheets that had been soaked through with sweat and horribly pale. She gives a weak smile as James walks in, and he grins in return.
“Hey. Get anything good today?” Sam’s voice is raspy, and even her short sentence makes her break out in a coughing fit. James shrugs, reaching over to the bedside table and pouring a some water into a glass before handing it to Sam, which she accepts gladly. When she’s done Sam attempts to laugh, but ends up coughing more. James waits patiently until it passes. “Probably because you didn’t have me to point out all the good stuff, eh?” James shrugs again.
He sits at her side for several hours, listening to her talk between episodes of mad coughing. Eventually she tires herself out and falls asleep. James takes this opportunity to refill the empty water pitcher, then rests a hand on her forehead. ‘Fever still hasn’t broken.’ he thinks, hoping that this will be over soon. He hated seeing her like this. Hoping that the fever would break overnight, James gets himself a small bit to eat and sits back down in the easy chair he had moved into Sam’s bedroom. He takes off his shoes and coat, being careful not to make much noise in for worry of waking her up, and leans back in the chair, exhausted. He yawns, getting comfortable as he begins to drift to sleep. Before he does, he says the same thing he has said every night since he arrived in the Colony.
“Goodnight, Sam.”
Name: Hagana Hurshu Teeno
Age: 19
Race: Mgalekgolo
Rank: Hunter Minor
Appearance: Nearly identical to his Bond Brother Igora Hurshu Yotno, although his armour has noticeably fewer battle marks. Having been the result of Igora's split Lekgolo colony, Hagana has still not reached full size.
Height: 11'6"
Weight: 4.8 tonnes
Personality: What personality?
Weapons: Assault Cannon and Hunter Shield.
History:
Age: 19
Race: Mgalekgolo
Rank: Hunter Minor
Appearance: Nearly identical to his Bond Brother Igora Hurshu Yotno, although his armour has noticeably fewer battle marks. Having been the result of Igora's split Lekgolo colony, Hagana has still not reached full size.
Height: 11'6"
Weight: 4.8 tonnes
Personality: What personality?
Weapons: Assault Cannon and Hunter Shield.
History:
@facelessrecon Sexy! Looking forward to it dudebro.
Name: James "Chatterbox" Cassia
Age: 25
Appearance:
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 220 lbs
Personality: Quiet and emotionally reserved, but will lend a hand to nearly anyone that asks. Will develop further through roleplay.
Weapons: Crowbar and knife.
Special Talent: Brute Force
Extra Tool: Gas mask
Reason for Volunteering: Sam, the person that saved James, was fighting the flu when the lights went out. Without power or heat; or worse, them coming up from their holes, there's a far greater chance she could die. For James, that isn't an option.
History: James has only been in the compound for 8 months; prior to that, James refuses to talk about. When he arrived in the Colony he was half-dead, emaciated from starvation and with boot heels that had been worn through almost entirely. He would have walked right passed the Colony had it not been for a scavenging party that happened to notice him trudging along. Once they attempted to make contact, James collapsed. It was only by the work of Samantha Elo, the party's medic, that James survived. When he woke up 3 days later, he found himself in Sam's home, slightly less dead than he had been when he arrived. Once he had been nursed back to health he decided to stick around, joining a scavenging party and regularly going out on supply runs. He has sworn what one could call a life-debt to Sam; since she saved his life, he would do the same whenever the opportunity arose.
On August 24th, he got his chance.
Extra: Unless he needs to, James rarely speaks short of short affirmatives or negatives.
Age: 25
Appearance:
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 220 lbs
Personality: Quiet and emotionally reserved, but will lend a hand to nearly anyone that asks. Will develop further through roleplay.
Weapons: Crowbar and knife.
Special Talent: Brute Force
Extra Tool: Gas mask
Reason for Volunteering: Sam, the person that saved James, was fighting the flu when the lights went out. Without power or heat; or worse, them coming up from their holes, there's a far greater chance she could die. For James, that isn't an option.
History: James has only been in the compound for 8 months; prior to that, James refuses to talk about. When he arrived in the Colony he was half-dead, emaciated from starvation and with boot heels that had been worn through almost entirely. He would have walked right passed the Colony had it not been for a scavenging party that happened to notice him trudging along. Once they attempted to make contact, James collapsed. It was only by the work of Samantha Elo, the party's medic, that James survived. When he woke up 3 days later, he found himself in Sam's home, slightly less dead than he had been when he arrived. Once he had been nursed back to health he decided to stick around, joining a scavenging party and regularly going out on supply runs. He has sworn what one could call a life-debt to Sam; since she saved his life, he would do the same whenever the opportunity arose.
On August 24th, he got his chance.
Extra: Unless he needs to, James rarely speaks short of short affirmatives or negatives.
@Crim Cool beans. I'll hop to it when I get off.
@facelessrecon I don't finish work till 8 PST, so around 9ish depending on traffic.
I'll have to wait until I can get to my laptop, but I'll make a cs when I get a chance.
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