"Seven Hells," muttered Robb. Everything was hectic, abd the irrationality of everyone wasn't helping the situation. With the ever stranger number of people around, and the odd, disembodied voice that seemed to come from nowhere, Robb decided that it would be best to ensure safety first, and ask questions later.
"There's always the old adage," said Robb. "In any maze, just hug the left wall." Ever the leader, Robb marched right into the hallway. "Follow me. There's safety in numbers," he said, confidently, Greywind padding along diligently behind him.
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Robb was unsure how to process what was going on. It was dark, quiet, and eerily unnerving. The floor was made of some material that he had never seen before. Instinctively, he reached down to his belt-waist, placing a hand on his scabbard. The sword he had wasn't Ice, but that was long gone at this point, and whatever he had would have to do.
"Greywind, wake up." He said to the direwolf sleeping on the ground. He was already uncomfortable with his surroundings, and he didn't know any of the people around him. If things should come to a head, he'd want Greywind with him.
What was clear enough, however, was that Robb was not the first one to wake up. The other man who wasn't asleep was wearing strange clothing, and had a strange metal tool by his side. Figuring that this man might now the situation better than him, he turned to face him. "Pardon me. Could you tell me where this is?"
"Greywind, wake up." He said to the direwolf sleeping on the ground. He was already uncomfortable with his surroundings, and he didn't know any of the people around him. If things should come to a head, he'd want Greywind with him.
What was clear enough, however, was that Robb was not the first one to wake up. The other man who wasn't asleep was wearing strange clothing, and had a strange metal tool by his side. Figuring that this man might now the situation better than him, he turned to face him. "Pardon me. Could you tell me where this is?"
No Johns.
B*tch please.
Hi! Give me a spot? Please? :D
The North Remebers
Owner: MZambos
Name: Robb Stark
Age: 19
Gender: Male
How they got kidnapped into the games:
Bio: If you really care. I don't want to spoil anything for any readers.
Skills: Excellent swordsman, and brilliant tactician. His direwolf Greywind is always nearby.
Powers: He can warg into his direwolf, and control it's actions, but he can't move his physical body while doing so.
Final Smash:
-Winter is Coming-
In which he starts a dual attack with Greywind, keeping one adversary still while hitting him/her repeatedly.
The North Remebers
Owner: MZambos
Name: Robb Stark
Age: 19
Gender: Male
How they got kidnapped into the games:
Bio: If you really care. I don't want to spoil anything for any readers.
Skills: Excellent swordsman, and brilliant tactician. His direwolf Greywind is always nearby.
Powers: He can warg into his direwolf, and control it's actions, but he can't move his physical body while doing so.
Final Smash:
-Winter is Coming-
In which he starts a dual attack with Greywind, keeping one adversary still while hitting him/her repeatedly.
Because that didn't sound creepy at all.
Sad. I was kind of looking forward to this RP.
Name: Miguel de los Ángeles Garcia
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Officer
Personality: A thorough extrovert, Miguel is an all-around fun person to be around. Always sure in his abilities, Miguel often straddles the thin and dangerous line between confidence and bravado. That being said, he is a good person, even if that's not readily apparent.
History: Born to an immigrant family from Mexico, Miguel is no stranger to either poverty or racism. Growing up impoverished, Miguel wanted to do anything he could to prove everyone who had simply assumed he was worthless wrong. Working hard in high school, taking college classes along with the core material, he was able to finish half of the required university material. After two years of college, he graduated with a Bachelor of Criminal Justice degree. Because of that, he was able to join the police force at age 20, a full year behind the normally required age of 21. That being said, he's still a junior member of the force, meaning that most of his work is paperwork, and on the occasions where he is "making the beat", it's with a senior member of the force, Officer Kilpatrick.
Other: None.
What's seventy percent of one billion? That's still a good couple millIon, ouais? Much more than I will probably ever see. Jakob certainly hadn't won any points with Rozenn. This man was born with literal superpowers in a rich western country, and he had gamed it for all it was worth, and he will complain about the tax rate? I lived with Sarkozy in charge for 14 years, and never have I seen such entitlement.
He elected to ignore the American completely. Turning to the Jamaican, he said "Lead the way, M., I will follow."
He elected to ignore the American completely. Turning to the Jamaican, he said "Lead the way, M., I will follow."
Standing quietly, Rozenn listened to the other two speak. He recognized the man from the screen: the boisterous, impolite man with no sense of tact or decency. Now wasn't the time to start blindly hating people, though. There were more dire things at hand.
For example, the man who had only minutes ago been sitting in the cell across from Rozenn had just killed two men in the span of a few minutes. Sure, these guards had imprisoned him here, and one of them had been rather course, but that hardly seemed like a good reason to murder him in cold blood . When he was accepted to Aix-Marseilles, he committed the Hippocratic oath, just like every other Medical Student before him. The first of those lines, one of the most important, and most famous, "Do no harm".
What was going on tugged at his moral sensibilities, but if there was anything he knew, it was the famous phrase 'don't make waves'.
"Perhaps we should be moving? It will be clear that we are here, it would not be good to stay in the place," he said, clumsily.
For example, the man who had only minutes ago been sitting in the cell across from Rozenn had just killed two men in the span of a few minutes. Sure, these guards had imprisoned him here, and one of them had been rather course, but that hardly seemed like a good reason to murder him in cold blood . When he was accepted to Aix-Marseilles, he committed the Hippocratic oath, just like every other Medical Student before him. The first of those lines, one of the most important, and most famous, "Do no harm".
What was going on tugged at his moral sensibilities, but if there was anything he knew, it was the famous phrase 'don't make waves'.
"Perhaps we should be moving? It will be clear that we are here, it would not be good to stay in the place," he said, clumsily.
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