The Imagination said
Lucky, I try to get my hair that curly when it gets that short an it just gets all cow-lickey >>
That's a shame. I got no technique for my hair, it's all natural. I'm the only white guy in my year that can grow an afro. :D
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That's a shame. I got no technique for my hair, it's all natural. I'm the only white guy in my year that can grow an afro. :D
Seravee said
I like your hair!
Life is good. I am currently doing my prelims (which is basically practice exams) and I have reinvigorated my passion for RPing not so long ago.
Overall not bad. :)
Yourself?
Overall not bad. :)
Yourself?
Forgive the blurriness of it. I took it on a PS Vita. :P
I had a pipe somewhere but I can't find it.
I had a pipe somewhere but I can't find it.
Just to let you know Jannah, I have initiated a conversation with Stefan. :)
Jonathan went to his sports bag and started taking out important items and making sure that he has got everything that he needs. He takes out a gun, some binoculars, a pocket knife, some cigarettes and a picture of his mother. Jonathan picks up the picture and smiles. It has been two years since his mother was found dead and shot outside of her home in San Francisco. She was a brave woman who went against the odds to bring herself and her child all the way to America for a better life than one on the streets of Havana. A tear rolls down his cheek. It pains him every day that he did not manage to bring closure to her death. The lives he was meant to take were already claimed. Jonathan puts it back into a small compartment in his bag, almost hiding it from himself. He shook his head lightly to snap himself out of it. It was time to move on and he had to focus. He reached into his bag even more to see what else he could scramble. The bag was able to vomit up some batteries from the bottom. Jonathan was lucky he brought some because he is very doubtful of a Wal-Mart being located on this island; as populated as they may be.
Jonathan also took out a gun from the inside of his jacket pocket and examined its current efficiency. It was a SIG Sauer P226. It was a 9x19mm weapon that he used to use during his time in the SFPD. It was standard issue by SFPD police officers and Jonathan took one many years before he left the department as a back up gun. When he left he had to hand in his current P226 but he had another at his apartment. The SIG was clean and still efficient. He then went on to make sure that it’s innards are full and that it isn’t hungry for more bullets. He checked that the safety was off and he stored it back in his internal jacket pocket. He turned towards a mirror and made sure that his look was neat and fine. He was wearing a casual navy and black jacket with a white shirt underneath. He had dark blue jeans on and some colourful trainers. It was a very casual wear for his relocation to the dining room. Lets what his new team-mates are like.
Jonathan locked his bedroom door behind him and adventured down the hallway in the direction of the hint smell of food. He traveled down the stairs but stopped all of a sudden on one of the floors. This was the floor where the “private” rooms were located. Jonathan was overcome with an innate feeling of curiosity. What were behind those doors that they wanted to protect? Jonathan was about ninety percent willing to act on this dangerous questioning but he didn’t want to jeopardize his stay here. He doesn’t want to lose his job and return back to the past in San Francisco. This job may be vague but he wanted to take a step forward and not backwards. He ignored this interest with great strength and moved on towards the dining room.
He entered the dining room to take his seat amongst the rest of the crew. He was apparently a little early as only a couple of people are in the room. The rest are probably still unpacking, late or lost. It’s not a confusing mansion, mind you, so they would have to be idiots to be lost. He looked at the dining table and noticed that there was no food. It was just cups, cutlery and napkins set out amongst the places. Jonathan went and sat down beside one of the people he saw from the boat. This told him that he was part of the team that has been hired to come here. The reason for everyone's arrival still remains unknown.
The man he was sitting down next too looked quite to be an academic man. His posture, clothes and fitness seem to give it away. He wasn’t an overweight man but he wasn’t at the height of physical fitness, so this tells Jonathan that he isn’t a combat sort of person; which leaves academic. His hair was medium-ish, wavy and he had hazel eyes. Jonathan decided to initiate conversation with the man. It would be best to get along with his new workmates.
“I wonder what they’re serving. I haven’t had anything since breakfast.” Started Jonathan. He extends his arm out towards the man to greet him. “The name’s Jonathan.”
Jonathan also took out a gun from the inside of his jacket pocket and examined its current efficiency. It was a SIG Sauer P226. It was a 9x19mm weapon that he used to use during his time in the SFPD. It was standard issue by SFPD police officers and Jonathan took one many years before he left the department as a back up gun. When he left he had to hand in his current P226 but he had another at his apartment. The SIG was clean and still efficient. He then went on to make sure that it’s innards are full and that it isn’t hungry for more bullets. He checked that the safety was off and he stored it back in his internal jacket pocket. He turned towards a mirror and made sure that his look was neat and fine. He was wearing a casual navy and black jacket with a white shirt underneath. He had dark blue jeans on and some colourful trainers. It was a very casual wear for his relocation to the dining room. Lets what his new team-mates are like.
Jonathan locked his bedroom door behind him and adventured down the hallway in the direction of the hint smell of food. He traveled down the stairs but stopped all of a sudden on one of the floors. This was the floor where the “private” rooms were located. Jonathan was overcome with an innate feeling of curiosity. What were behind those doors that they wanted to protect? Jonathan was about ninety percent willing to act on this dangerous questioning but he didn’t want to jeopardize his stay here. He doesn’t want to lose his job and return back to the past in San Francisco. This job may be vague but he wanted to take a step forward and not backwards. He ignored this interest with great strength and moved on towards the dining room.
He entered the dining room to take his seat amongst the rest of the crew. He was apparently a little early as only a couple of people are in the room. The rest are probably still unpacking, late or lost. It’s not a confusing mansion, mind you, so they would have to be idiots to be lost. He looked at the dining table and noticed that there was no food. It was just cups, cutlery and napkins set out amongst the places. Jonathan went and sat down beside one of the people he saw from the boat. This told him that he was part of the team that has been hired to come here. The reason for everyone's arrival still remains unknown.
The man he was sitting down next too looked quite to be an academic man. His posture, clothes and fitness seem to give it away. He wasn’t an overweight man but he wasn’t at the height of physical fitness, so this tells Jonathan that he isn’t a combat sort of person; which leaves academic. His hair was medium-ish, wavy and he had hazel eyes. Jonathan decided to initiate conversation with the man. It would be best to get along with his new workmates.
“I wonder what they’re serving. I haven’t had anything since breakfast.” Started Jonathan. He extends his arm out towards the man to greet him. “The name’s Jonathan.”
Harrison stood there shocked and wide-eyed at their remarks of him being crazy and idiotic for wanting to escape. He couldn't believe his ears. They were were willing to stay in a danger-zone and endanger their own lives in a hellhole of paranoia. Harrison has heard of the infamous stupidity of the Americans but he did not realize that it would go to the extent of whether or not they live. He was about to counter argue the both of them until he overheard them saying that the little girl was infected. Harrison stared at the little girl and couldn't believe it. A little girl, full of purity and innocence, was infected and possibly doomed to become a rabid creature. He was then threatened by the father not to tell the military. Harrison did not like being threatened but he understood the paternal anger. He's a father himself, he understands.
"One thing: why on earth would I tell the soldiers that your daughter is infected when I don't even trust the soldiers? Two: why on earth would both of you place your lives in the hands of those men out there? In a police state people can crack from paranoia and fear, you know this, but what if one of the men who carries the gun cracks, then we got a riot on our hands and some scared rookie who fires on some of them because he was afraid." He then grabs a towel and starts wiping his face. He places it back down.
"I am also not sure if you have noticed that they are bordering up some of the windows and guarding all the exits. If they were to move us in an event, why would they border this place up like a siege then? Something is going to happen and we are going to be caught in the middle of it. So forgive my panicking and forgive my rambling but I am just trying to stay alive and hopefully keep you alive as well."
He went to the small bathroom window to look outside. He knew it was too small to escape. He was just trying to get some knowledge of the outside. "Oh and one more thing: the name's Harrison." They were tense in this room and he'll most likely be met with hostility. He was a doctor for nearly two decades. It wouldn't be the first time someone he is trying to help threw it back in his face.
"One thing: why on earth would I tell the soldiers that your daughter is infected when I don't even trust the soldiers? Two: why on earth would both of you place your lives in the hands of those men out there? In a police state people can crack from paranoia and fear, you know this, but what if one of the men who carries the gun cracks, then we got a riot on our hands and some scared rookie who fires on some of them because he was afraid." He then grabs a towel and starts wiping his face. He places it back down.
"I am also not sure if you have noticed that they are bordering up some of the windows and guarding all the exits. If they were to move us in an event, why would they border this place up like a siege then? Something is going to happen and we are going to be caught in the middle of it. So forgive my panicking and forgive my rambling but I am just trying to stay alive and hopefully keep you alive as well."
He went to the small bathroom window to look outside. He knew it was too small to escape. He was just trying to get some knowledge of the outside. "Oh and one more thing: the name's Harrison." They were tense in this room and he'll most likely be met with hostility. He was a doctor for nearly two decades. It wouldn't be the first time someone he is trying to help threw it back in his face.
Enjoy your Super Bowl. :P
Playerpvbm said
Holy dang. Looks like nearly EVERYONE is in the bathroom.
there is more than one bathroom in a terminal
Harrison shoved pass the father, the daughter and the other younger man they were talking to, to get through to a sink. He placed his hands at the side of the sink and looks in the mirror. He received a glimpse of his reflection and the reflection of the other bathroom occupants before vomiting into the sink. It was a simple puking. The only thing coming out of his mouth was his breakfast and possibly part of his lunch. Harrison looked at the vomit and checked quickly for any abnormalities that could cause worry for him or panic for the ones around him. The spew in front of him was ironically healthy: green-yellow with hints of food but no blood, small organs or any unusual colors. He reached for a towel and wiped his mouth with it.
"Sorry you had to see that." Apologizes Harrison. They seem to be a little tense after seeing him vomit. "You can calm down, I'm not infected." He puts the towel back. "I just saw something that didn't exactly agree with my stomach." He then goes to the door and makes sure it is closed. If these two men and a girl can act calm when seeing some vomit in a quarantine zone then who knows what will happen if a panic-stricken stranger walks in and sees spew in the sink. For Harrison, it'll be a one way trip to see his brother.
"I have something to tell you both. I normally wouldn't say this to random strangers but you have a daughter..." He points to the father. "...and you are too young to die in this hellhole." He then points to the young-adult; looks 20, 21.
"This airport is not safe and we need to get out of here. I sneaked into one of the staff toilets for a private pis-I mean pee." He hesitates at piss when he realized a little girl was in the room. "In there I found one of the soldiers infected and vomiting violently in one of the stalls. When I went to check if he was ok, he tried to attack me. It was like watching a rabid dog hound after a fresh piece of meat. I have never seen anything like it. I managed to kill it-I mean him-I mean...I don't know the proper pronoun! When it was dead, I got out of there and came here to vomit." They continue to stare at him, maybe worried.
"If one of the soldiers was infected then that means the terminal is breached. I know this because I have been in quarantine zones, I'm a..teacher of biology." He hesitated. He was going to say doctor but he can't. It is a path he chooses not to go down again. He looks at the little girl. He hates confronting strangers but if he lets a father and a little girl die today because he didn't have the balls to warn them, then he wouldn't be able to live with that. Harrison is a father too. He understands paternal care.
"We need a way out of here." Harrison waits for a reply. They could help him to escape or report him for being 'mad'. He eagerly waits for a response.
"Sorry you had to see that." Apologizes Harrison. They seem to be a little tense after seeing him vomit. "You can calm down, I'm not infected." He puts the towel back. "I just saw something that didn't exactly agree with my stomach." He then goes to the door and makes sure it is closed. If these two men and a girl can act calm when seeing some vomit in a quarantine zone then who knows what will happen if a panic-stricken stranger walks in and sees spew in the sink. For Harrison, it'll be a one way trip to see his brother.
"I have something to tell you both. I normally wouldn't say this to random strangers but you have a daughter..." He points to the father. "...and you are too young to die in this hellhole." He then points to the young-adult; looks 20, 21.
"This airport is not safe and we need to get out of here. I sneaked into one of the staff toilets for a private pis-I mean pee." He hesitates at piss when he realized a little girl was in the room. "In there I found one of the soldiers infected and vomiting violently in one of the stalls. When I went to check if he was ok, he tried to attack me. It was like watching a rabid dog hound after a fresh piece of meat. I have never seen anything like it. I managed to kill it-I mean him-I mean...I don't know the proper pronoun! When it was dead, I got out of there and came here to vomit." They continue to stare at him, maybe worried.
"If one of the soldiers was infected then that means the terminal is breached. I know this because I have been in quarantine zones, I'm a..teacher of biology." He hesitated. He was going to say doctor but he can't. It is a path he chooses not to go down again. He looks at the little girl. He hates confronting strangers but if he lets a father and a little girl die today because he didn't have the balls to warn them, then he wouldn't be able to live with that. Harrison is a father too. He understands paternal care.
"We need a way out of here." Harrison waits for a reply. They could help him to escape or report him for being 'mad'. He eagerly waits for a response.
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