Scout

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@gcold Many thanks for such a helpful accommodation :) you could also make @Dervish do it. I know he's not a busy fellow at all. He's just lazy! ... Of course, I jest

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Also, @Scout, I'm so sorry for being away! I just had a lotta stuff thrown at me for exams and stuff. I'll be more active in the guild from here on out. I'm a guy by the way ^^

Sorry for the double post, I'm just excited that I come back and it's kicked off XD

@SgtEasy

Oh Geeze, sorry about, that. I was just checking up on people for groups before, but I'm pretty sure it's figured out. :)

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Well, that's my first post ever that resembles anything like that... Hope it's good. I'll do Vincent later - I've got a day / walking trip this morning until the evening, so I'll be spotty (Wi-Fi is pretty common in Eastern Europe, but it's a matter of having time and whatnot).

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Nadya's phone blared a song in another language only inches from her head. She groaned and snatched it off the table, dismissing the alarm before it woke up her neighbours. She didn't want to get up... Not today. She didn't want to get up yesterday. And dammit, if she already knew that she wouldn't want to get up tomorrow. She rubbed her eyes and slowly counted back from ten before finally sitting up. The nurse dragged herself out of bed. A fucking three a.m. shift - this was going to be so much fun. She pulled on a pair of slippers and headed for her bathroom, already the sounds of sirens and shouts filled the Chicago streets. Or did they still fill them..? Who said New York was the City that Never Sleeps? It seemed like she was the only one trying to get some god damn reset around here.

She combed her hair before putting it into a bun, washed her face, put on a very thin layer of make-up, and leaned on the counter. Nadya stared at her reflection in the mirror, her glazed eyes watched back menacingly. She shook her head, looked down to the sink, and then looked back up with a smile. No, too fake... Try again, She chided herself, rubbing her face one more time, toning down the expression to be a little bit more tame and 'normal.' That'll do, She decided, it only had to look like she was doing okay, not great.

A pot of coffee was prepared shortly after she was ready - there was still time before she had to leave, after all. As she prepared a bland breakfast of two overcooked eggs and a mug of coffee with three sugar packets and two creamers added, she unlocked her phone and scrolled through Facebook. This was all she had anymore - just a mindless activity of scrolling along a screen full of statuses and pictures she didn't care about. Nadya brushed her teeth and pulled on her scrubs and a lab coat with her name and position embroidered on the breast. One of her co-workers would be outside any minute. Carpooling wasn't easy in this line of work, but it was almost necessary in this city.

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Nadya pushed through her door and locked it behind her, tossing her keys on the counter and ripping her coat off. She couldn't get it off fast enough. Her next target was a chair in her small kitchen and the woman fell into it, the exhaustion in her motions was clear. Her feet throbbed and her eyes fell her coat, which was now on the floor. It was splattered and soaked with the weight patients lost and saved, splotched in red. She placed her face in her hands... She didn't have much more of this left... Then she could move on to what she truly wanted. This was what she lived for once upon a time, when she was young, stupid. All of these people who came in with gunshot wounds, car accident wounds, assault bruises, punctures looked to her for help and were no longer in her ward by the time she returned. Different people every day - how were there so many?

And now here she was, in her empty apartment... About to cancel another call to Jon and her parents because she just couldn't let them see her like this. She had to take a shower, right now, she realized. She had to get this smell off of her, a fresh pair of pyjamas, and stay locked in her apartment as long as she could. The woman scrubbed every inch of her body clean, basking in the hot water before stepping out and getting dressed. She picked up her coat, tossed it in her laundry hamper and fell into a loveseat in the parlour. It was grossly underused, hardly even broken in. The sofa from her old apartment didn't fit in this one, so she had to get this two-seater couch. That was fine, it was long enough that she could easily take a nap.

Nadya looked around... Why was she at work? Did her shift not actually end? No, she was sure that it had... God, time ran so crunched nowadays, in this place, that she couldn't tell the difference anymore. Time to get back to work. It felt like an eternity of seeing all of the same cases she saw for the past few days when they got a call - a firefight not far from the apartment, three officers in critical condition en route.

The entire Emergency Room exploded as patients were packed even tighter and doctors moved as hastily as they could without getting their respective charges killed on account of malpractice. The doors burst open as the gurneys were run in from the ambulance, orders were barked left and right. The nurse grabbed a crash cart and attached herself to the first patient. His face was covered by a mask and she took over squeezing it to make sure he was getting air. His uniform top and buttons were ripped open and he had multiple holes in his torso.

The paramedic was briefing the situation on this particular patient to the doctor and Nadya, but she didn't hear a word of it as she looked at the man. Her hand covered her mouth and she took a deep breath. Her husband lay before her.

"NO!!" She screamed, bolting up from her position lying on the couch. She'd soaked her scrubs and the fabric with sweat as she panted, placing a hand on her chest. Turning to place her feet on the ground, she buried her face in her hands and shook her head. Why... Why does this keep happening? She never even had the chance to try to help him, but she was haunted by it all the time. Her breath shook and she just let the tears roll down her face.

An hour later, she sat back down on the couch. The weight in her hand seemed somewhat heavier than she remembered last time she held it. It made a soft, near silent click as she turned the small switch on the side. A red velvet fabric cloth lay sprawled out on the coffee table, nice and neat, the corners perfectly smoothed out. Another soft click came from it as she locked back the hammer of the SIG Sauer. She couldn't take this anymore... With a shaking hand, she placed the barrel under her chin, in the soft flesh directly beneath her tongue. Her breath caught in her throat and she squeezed. Harder. Pull! GOD DAMMIT PULL! She urged her index finger as she tried.

Her phone rang and she let out a sigh, the weight of her pistol finally making her realize what she was doing. She dropped the pistol on the table in fear, staring at it like it was a monster... Did she really almost do that? The song on her phone continued to play - that was her parents' ring tone. She snatched it up and answered it.

"Hello?" She said and her son's voice came back over the line.

"Mommy! You didn't call, I don't want you to forget!" He chirped excitedly, "Are you okay?"

She bit her lip, her voice cracking slightly, "Yeah, baby... Yeah, I'm okay... I'm glad you called and I'm sorry I forgot again... You know your momma's a bit of a mess, but it'll be alright, I promise," She swore, her breath quivering as she pulled the receiver away from it, wiping her eyes.

Surviving: The End.

THROW THEM INTO THE POND!!

Also, welcome aboard.

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Hey, for those still groupless, that's actually why I made Vincent. I'll send out a PM later.

Surviving: The End. (character focused, zombie survival RP)

Just a bump so that people know there are others playing and we all want you to come on in!

Surviving: The End.

Austin was just about to open his mouth and ask what happened a few days back with the three men but he couldn't find the words. He shook his head and when he looked forward, somebody had moved out into his patrol route. He was holding a bow and looked like he was in a really uncomfortable position. The veteran furrowed his brow as the boy spoke, "'Jon'. 'Boggs'. ... You're in my clearing."

Austin didn't turn his head as Jon seemed to react to a headache, but the fact that this... kid was holding a bow meant that he at the very least felt the situation might escalate. Giving the boy a quick check, Boggs noted that his stance was poised but didn't appear exactly 'hostile.' Jon responded and the former Warrant Officer gave a sneer, "And you're breathing my air, but you don't see me bitching, do you?" He asked.

Without missing a beat, Austin dropped some of his tense front to seem less aggressive. He could feel Jon's pseudo-relaxation and he too kicked right back into warzone mode. They needed to space out, so he took a very slow, gradual, and hesitant step to the right. He didn't make it an awkward movement as he took a step back simultaneously, as though he was just trying to keep away from the situation. This boy had been following them, so that meant that by now he would know that, at the very least, Austin wasn't a novice. He held a gun with too much deliberation and stood the watch with purpose, unlike most of their other campers.

His grip on the rifle was steady, but he could feel his heart already thump, thump, thumping against his sternum. Why did people have to create such situations? Boggs mentally sighed, hopefully this world wouldn't last too long. He was trying to settle into a better life and start over, even if it was kind of late. Now, this shit? He seriously couldn't get off the front-lines, could he?

He didn't want to overstep his boundary and speak until they could get a little bit more from this guy, but now his mind itched at Jon's situational awareness. Austin didn't have near the kind of training for absolutely minute details, but after last week, he hardly doubted that Jon was completely lost here. He readjusted his grip very slowly, quirking an eyebrow. "You've been watching us... You know we're on the move, why not just wait a day or two and come back - they'll all probably be gone. It's a shit spot, anyway," He noted, "Too open... Accessible. So why not just leave us alone?"

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Apologies for the double-post, bust I got this done. Like I said, if you don't think we need or want doubling-up yet, that's fine. But then I'd like to just have it on reserves.

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Sergeant Vincent Georges Griffon

Name: Sergeant Vincent Georges Griffon

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Nationality: Québécois / French-Canadian

Appearance:

Vincent Griffon

Pictured: Vincent and his search dog, Roman, a German Shepherd. Vincent is rarely seen without his co-worker and most trusted companion. He doesn’t have a single piercing, tattoo, or facial hair on him. His eyes are a dull grey, seemingly tired and simultaneously full of ambition. His back is marked with a few scars and permanent blemishes.

In-Depth Personality: Sergeant Griffon is a flexible, constantly adapting officer. He knows when he holds all of the cards, but has never been one to show them or play unless he thinks it absolutely necessary. Vincent has always been an optimist and grew up as that boy who knew from his earliest school years that he wanted nothing more than a uniform and to say he helped people every single day. Rarely does he stick to or make a fully cohesive plans. After all, he strongly believes in the ‘life is what happens when you’re too busy making other plans’ line and refuses to overthink any situation. This doesn’t mean he lacks the ability to strategize or wait for the right moment to act, it simply states that when he sees an opportunity that would help him, he will take it.

Character background: There have been few with whom Vincent has spoken to about his very early childhood, but each scar tells the story of a boy raised in an unpleasant district of Moscow. His father was a discharged soldier with a drinking problem and his mother worked long hours. The situation was a rotten one, no doubt, but when he showed up to school in third grade with yet another black eye that he couldn’t explain without tearing up through the lie, the friends and other members of the family finally got involved. Nobody knew that Mr. Griffon’s problem had gotten so out of hand and Vince’s grandparents took him and his mother into their home in Vancouver. The cross country move was a lot for such a young boy, and honestly he had no idea what was really happening back then either, he just knew that his mother promised that life would get better if he would just do what she said.

Sergeant Griffon went to college for two years in Vancouver to stay close to his family, but Canada is large and they knew it wouldn’t last. He was too ambitious and when he got accepted to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, they saw him off to the Academy. After showing his ability to work loyally and under pressure in Toronto, they let him apply for and transfer to the Police Dog Services unit, where he was taught to work with and care for his new, still-a-puppy companion: Roman.

After the dog’s training was complete, he was grown and the pair were inseparable. Work started surprisingly slowly in his new unit, still located in Toronto. He was shocked, honestly, after being told it had potential to be a lot more dangerous than his previous station. However, when things began to pick up, they really started working. Cars were flooding the borders, so then-Caporal Griffon was moved to help with car searching. There were so many, they couldn’t search them all, but Vince’s take-charge attitude and ability to tell people things that they didn’t want to hear made him stand out. He made Sergeant just before the evacuation.

Next came the hard part… Sergeant Griffon followed his unit back to the city and the force worked hard through the night for barely a couple of days to get the city evacuated. The border was abandoned – at this point, they just wanted everybody on this dying planet safe so they posted signs and left countless maps in the open guard booths marking the location that they were evacuating all of the citizens. There was going to be a military base up North, but when his ride was heading out, Vince refused. He wanted to make sure that everybody who wanted to get out did. He’d be following only a couple of days later, he assured them.

Now, he’s just got to get his own affairs together and meet them back up North. He sent his uniform and most of his things up, keeping only what he needed to travel – including his badge, ID, and equipment.

Other: Vincent grew up in a French-speaking home and it is his primary language. He can understand English, more or less, and has a working knowledge of how to use it but he is hardly comfortable in it.

Equipment:
> Backpack
> S&W 5946 – 9mm, 2 magazines (10 rounds each)
> A box of approximately 50 rounds (9mm)
> Colt Canada C7 Rifle – 2 magazines (30 rounds each), no spare ammunition
> Tac-Force Pocket Knife, flashlight attached
> A couple of days of preserved foods and bottled water, dog food
> Hip holster for his pistol and magazines, the rifle is strapped to his back
> A Black Hoodie
> Hiking Boots
> Sunglasses
> Wallet and Badge
> A harness and leash for Roman, though he does not often use it unless required

Weapons:
> Colt Canada C7 Rifle, 2 magazines (30 rounds)
> S&W 9mm pistol, 2 magazines, 50 spare rounds
> Tac-Force Spring-Assisted pocket knife with flashlight

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Roman:

German Shepherd, Male, 3 years old
Specialties – Pursuit and detention, defense, drug sniffing
Weaknesses – Does not know how to hunt, refuses to approach the dead; absolutely terrified (scent, movement, every sense feels inhuman and as an atrocity) and confused around them

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Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

@Carantathraiel I thought they hit all the important points to modernize it. But hey, you do you. :) I'm the kind of person who loves a bit of a change to an old thing with the graphical update; I played the Hell out of it. But yeah, I agree, they should have made the exclusives exactly the same.