Moon

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“I had a government job, a while back,” The Russian man replied. “You might have seen me on the TV now and then.”

Eli squinted at that, taking a deeper look at the ravaged man. His cold blue eyes flashed beneath his furrowed eyebrows, taking in every detail of Ristachev’s face. How could he not place it? He had definitely seen him before, apparently on TV. Why couldn’t he remember? He blamed it on having just come out of cryostatis. He was just a bit groggy from his nap.

“I don’t suppose you’re one of those famous American terrorists I’d have heard of?”

Eli laughed at that. “Terrorist? I don’t believe in anything half as strong as someone would need to to do something like that.”

In some ways, he could be considered a terrorist. He was no stranger to some of the major terror organizations and certainly didn’t discriminate when it came to his business. Terrorists were his best customers. But Eli didn’t think of himself as one, and he certainly had no allegiances.

“Though they do make some of what I do quite a bit more lucrative. Or... did, I suppose.”

Eli looked away from the two, taking in his new surroundings a bit more. His mind wandered, wondering where they could be. The prison could have landed anywhere in the world, and truth be told they were lucky they weren’t all dead in the ocean.

When he turned back, he noticed the woman whispering something to the Russian. If he tried to listen in he could have heard her, but he decided to let them have their bit of privacy. He was no threat in his condition and she was too encumbered by his weight to act quickly enough if she was planning any funny business.

He did manage to hear the girls final words though. President Ristachev. And suddenly he remembered. The dead-but-not-quite Russian President. He had been deposed when Eli was a kid, but he still remembered learning about him in school. Weird and interesting were the words that came to mind.

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<Snipped quote by Moon>

Hemi has actually gone off in completely another direction, into the trees on the flank of this motley band actually, but I can see how I may have confused you. :) He is drooling, yes...but only because Eli is there.

@Jbcool

Ohhh gotcha, I'll fix that sooner or later.

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There we go, I think I managed to insult every character in that post in at least some minor way.

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Eli watched the group go about their business, opting to sit out to the side for a while. He wanted to assess just what he was getting himself into, and because it seemed like everyone here was keen on letting just about anyone join up with them, he wasn’t worried about being left out just yet.

There were quite a few members to the group and, surprisingly, only one of them was dead so far. Not including himself and the dead dude, there were eight of them. Unless he miscounted, or there were others lurking about in the shadows. Eli gazed from person to person, taking in what he could (or what he cared to) about them. Knowing the people you’re dealing with is the first step towards fucking over the people you’re dealing with.

First was the one who seemed to have assumed the position of leader. The one who decided that it was her job to patch up every Tom, Dick, and Harry that stumbled out of the hellish ship with their innards quickly becoming outards. He was glad she had taken control, because that meant he wouldn’t have to. There wasn’t much to gain in leading a ragtag group of misfits through the wilderness to their seemingly inevitable deaths. But someone had to do it, he supposed.

Next was the red-headed girl who seemed to think herself second in command, or whatever. She seemed to have a mouth on her, which made Eli certain things wouldn’t work out between the two in the long run. She also had a gun, which Eli wanted. He was able to connect the gun to the body, so clearly she was at least moderately dangerous with it. Whatever, he could wait. He had nothing but time now. And his metal spike.

Then came the two injured ones. One was an old man, bleeding all over the place and just generally making a mess. He seemed familiar, but maybe he just had one of those faces. Who knew. The other was younger, and kind of weirded Eli out. He wasn’t sure why, maybe he just had one of those faces.

Three more fit into a nice group like the last two. Another old dude, noticeably bleeding less than the other, a very unassuming black girl that didn’t seem quite sure what was going on, and a scrawny kid who seemed even less sure. He grouped these three into the “exploit and/or ignore” category. They didn’t, outwardly, seem to pose much of a threat to him. Thus, in his asshole mind, he figured the only use they’d have to him would have to be brought about by his own actions.

Lastly was the creature sitting off in the distance that everyone seemed to have done a great job at upsetting. That was the one who would be the reason why Eli would be sleeping with one eye open. He wasn’t quite sure it was human at all, to be honest, but he doubted many of these people were exactly human either. Lord knew he wasn’t.

By the time Eli had finished his little mental inventory of personalities, he realized the group had gotten smaller. Their fearless leader and the computer kid were nowhere to be seen. Had they run off? Did it matter? No, it didn’t, he decided. He also realized that the black girl and the older, non-dying guy were stripping the dead body. He thought about making a snide comment about it, but decided against it for whatever reason.

”Lets go.” The red head spoke. Second in command was now their new glorious leader, apparently.

Eli watched as she lifted the bleeding dude and began to carry him off, and then noticed the beast doing the same. Eli squinted, trying to see if the monster was drooling.

“Hey, comrade,” Eli spoke, jogging slightly to catch up to the red-head and her apparently Russian made luggage. He made sure to stop short and stay a respectful distance away, not wanting trigger finger to get any wrong ideas. “Where do I know ya from? I’m sure I’d be able to place it if it weren’t for that nasty little scrape ya got there.”

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@Moon Good, you?

@greywolf375

Fantastic! :)

Hey guys, I was dealing with some family issues. ((tl;dr Grandma has dementia and lives out in BFE Texas without internet so I've been in lala land.)) I'm back and I will get stuff handled.

First goal: getting with my lovely Co-GM to get Baron's posted.
Second goal: Answer the questions I know y'all are waiting on.

:) As always, thank you for the patience!

Update:
added the notes on Cannibalism, destruction and creation to OOC Intro. that we already talked about.
adding specific notes on cleaners.

@Noxious

Hope everything goes well, glad to have you back! :)

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Will be working on something tomorrow night probably. Trying to decide who Eli is going to bother.

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So, uh, how are things?

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You're all fools with your hangovers and what not. I just decided to get high out of my mind and have a religious experience to a Lorde song.

Hangover level: nonexistent.

Tonight, however, will most likely be a different story.

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“You’ve got to be shitting me.”

Eli smacked the pile of rubble with his metal spike in frustration, the sharp metal clang echoing around him. It was the third dead end he had found. He had no map, no directory, and no fucking clue where an exit was. His going had been slow already, given the amount of corpses and debris he had to step over and climb around. Not to mention the couple of times he had to duck behind something to avoid one of the myriad psychopaths prowling around the hallways like deranged animals. He only had a few more paths that were left unexplored, otherwise he figured he’d find a still working pod and go back to sleep for another hundred years or so. Or however long the power lasted on this heap of junk.

He turned on his heels and walked back to where he had remembered the path split in two. He had used the time tested method of eeny meeny miny moe to pick which one he took, and that had apparently failed him. So much for scientific method.

As he turned the corner he practically ran into a girl who was leaning against the wall. He guessed, by the way she jumped, that she wasn’t one of the killers in this place. She was clutching her side, her hands dark with blood. Good, he thought, smiling. Better her than him.

To make sure this bitch didn’t try to follow him or anything, he held up his spike towards her, pointy end first. He put on his most deranged smile and made enough eye contact to make it uncomfortable, then walked around her and continued down the path. Hopefully she’d have a bit of sense and go off in the opposite direction to bleed out or whatever. Eli was a business man, but in the business of saving people he was not.

It was equally as frustrating going down this gray, metal, bloodsoaked hallway as it was going down the various other gray, metal, bloodsoaked hallways, but Eli had hope this was the gray, metal, bloodsoaked hallway he was looking for.

Eventually, he found a hole of blinding light, a gentle gust of fresh air flowing through it. He had never been so happy to see a hole in his life. Well…

As he exited the godforsaken prison, hopefully not into the arms of the authorities who might be waiting to take him to a different godforsaken prison, he covered his eyes to the sun. Eli realized, based on the fact that he could breathe, that he was not in space. That was a good thing, he supposed.

After a moment of blindness, Eli’s eyes adjusted to the bright light. He found himself standing on the outskirts of a circle of people, all of various builds and genders and psychological states. One was dead on the ground and the rest looked like they were just about there as well. He was happy he wasn’t the only one unlucky enough to get fucked up in their unexpected landing.

Eli decided he might as well join the group, everyone seemed to be doing it anyway, and it’s not like he’d survive in the woods for very long.

“Am I too late to join the drum circle?”

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Working on my post now, Eli will be visiting to teach a certain someone about the wonders of a free market.