Hey. I'm sorry for the absence, RL aggro is a terrible thing. Hope my post wasn't too bad.
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Claude had been nearly silent throughout the trip, his nose still buried in the hefty binder, turning his attention away just long enough to provide cursory introductions. When they finally reached Isla Nublar, the guide swung his rifle around to take point, eyes and ears open for any sign of movement.
"Keep behind me, and leave anything with a strong smell behind." Was all he'd said as he started to search along with the Israeli. He wasn't exactly impressed with the threats the man had made, but he had no intention of offending him. After all, he had been paid a large sum, and he was a man of his word. So he searched silently, rifle held at the ready.
People always expected obvious signs of animal attacks. Blood everywhere, unidentifiable scraps of meat, or severed limbs. The truth was animals rarely left much behind, and you would be lucky to find the plastic tip of a shoelace or a button from a shirt. He could only imagine dinosaurs would leave even less. Unless they stumbled on fresh kills or living people, chances were they'd never find any signs of the missing people.
Which was why the broken watch on the ground gave him hope.
"Here." He said loud enough for Tuvya to hear him. He reached down and picked uo the watch, turning it over in his hand. Silver rolex, sized for an adult. "We may have a survivor close by. If they're smart, they've held up on main street. Easily defensible, lots of heavy objects to use as weapons, and lots of noise to frighten the animals off." He stood then, pocketing the watch and gesturing for the others to follow.
"There's no way they wouldn't notice the ferry, either. They'll probably try to get our attention."
"Keep behind me, and leave anything with a strong smell behind." Was all he'd said as he started to search along with the Israeli. He wasn't exactly impressed with the threats the man had made, but he had no intention of offending him. After all, he had been paid a large sum, and he was a man of his word. So he searched silently, rifle held at the ready.
People always expected obvious signs of animal attacks. Blood everywhere, unidentifiable scraps of meat, or severed limbs. The truth was animals rarely left much behind, and you would be lucky to find the plastic tip of a shoelace or a button from a shirt. He could only imagine dinosaurs would leave even less. Unless they stumbled on fresh kills or living people, chances were they'd never find any signs of the missing people.
Which was why the broken watch on the ground gave him hope.
"Here." He said loud enough for Tuvya to hear him. He reached down and picked uo the watch, turning it over in his hand. Silver rolex, sized for an adult. "We may have a survivor close by. If they're smart, they've held up on main street. Easily defensible, lots of heavy objects to use as weapons, and lots of noise to frighten the animals off." He stood then, pocketing the watch and gesturing for the others to follow.
"There's no way they wouldn't notice the ferry, either. They'll probably try to get our attention."
The notes were extensive, to say the least; The heavy binder was full to nearly bursting with data sheets, observation reports and even full anatomical reports on each and every species that had been bred in Jurassic Park, and the later Jurassic World. No detail was deemed to small in the reports, and that was just the way Claude O'Malley liked it. They had been one of his first requests when he'd agreed to the job, and he'd even insisted on contacting Roland Tembo about the White hunter's experience dealing with the animals in the wild on Isla Sorna. Luckily, from what Masarni had told him, it seemed they had been had at least the common sense to not breed many predatory species. That was some small comfort, going into an alien enviorment full of animals that should have been dead for millions of years.
Almost immediately Claude had decided that he didn't care much for his Costa Rican escorts. These military men had little patience, and they practically drove through the locals to get to the docks as quickly as possible. He did get on well with the Masrani represenative, though; Tall, wirey and pushing 60, Mr. Calhoun was polite and professional, and provided everything that Claude had needed to acquaint himself with his quarry. The man had once been InGen's CLO, hired by Masrani for his experience in dealing with the old company's Japanese investors, and had been instrumental in securing the funds to get Jurassic World on track, and for helping to quell the outrage of its' detractors who still remembered the destruction caused in Los Angeles by InGen's attempt to restart their project in 1999.
"We can't thank you enough for this, Mr. O'Malley" Calhoun said, shifting papers from his own thick stack as he tried to make himself more comfortable in the jeep. "Your payment's just been confirmed. All that's left is to tend to this...nasty business."
Claude nodded shortly, looking out the window at the dock. Already a few people were gathered, men loading supplies onto a ferry while another smoked beside his limo; Middle-Eastern, late thirties, carrying himself like a soldier. Another jeep was there as well, and a young White woman stepped out, surrounded by law-enforment. As they pulled to a stop beside the other jeep, he noticed Calhoun's face melt into a scowl when he saw the blonde, and as they stepped out he glared at the woman the entire time. It wasn't his business, though, and unless it was going to affect the mission, he wouldn't ask.
"Meryl." Calhoun said with barely concealed contempt. "How's Dodgson these days?" The was no doubt as to who he meant. Lewis Dodgson was well known in the genetic engineering circles as one of the most ambitious, and reckless, men in the field, and he was currently in hiding from the FBI. During his employment with Biosyn he'd been implicated in extensive corporate espionage against InGen in the late 80s and early 90s, and then against Masrani when they'd first started the Jurassic Park project back up. The lawyer continued his cold glare for a long moment before he nodded over to Claude.
"This is Mr. Claude O'Malley, he'll be your field guide for this mission. If he tells you to do something in the wild, I'd advise you follow his orders to the letter."
Almost immediately Claude had decided that he didn't care much for his Costa Rican escorts. These military men had little patience, and they practically drove through the locals to get to the docks as quickly as possible. He did get on well with the Masrani represenative, though; Tall, wirey and pushing 60, Mr. Calhoun was polite and professional, and provided everything that Claude had needed to acquaint himself with his quarry. The man had once been InGen's CLO, hired by Masrani for his experience in dealing with the old company's Japanese investors, and had been instrumental in securing the funds to get Jurassic World on track, and for helping to quell the outrage of its' detractors who still remembered the destruction caused in Los Angeles by InGen's attempt to restart their project in 1999.
"We can't thank you enough for this, Mr. O'Malley" Calhoun said, shifting papers from his own thick stack as he tried to make himself more comfortable in the jeep. "Your payment's just been confirmed. All that's left is to tend to this...nasty business."
Claude nodded shortly, looking out the window at the dock. Already a few people were gathered, men loading supplies onto a ferry while another smoked beside his limo; Middle-Eastern, late thirties, carrying himself like a soldier. Another jeep was there as well, and a young White woman stepped out, surrounded by law-enforment. As they pulled to a stop beside the other jeep, he noticed Calhoun's face melt into a scowl when he saw the blonde, and as they stepped out he glared at the woman the entire time. It wasn't his business, though, and unless it was going to affect the mission, he wouldn't ask.
"Meryl." Calhoun said with barely concealed contempt. "How's Dodgson these days?" The was no doubt as to who he meant. Lewis Dodgson was well known in the genetic engineering circles as one of the most ambitious, and reckless, men in the field, and he was currently in hiding from the FBI. During his employment with Biosyn he'd been implicated in extensive corporate espionage against InGen in the late 80s and early 90s, and then against Masrani when they'd first started the Jurassic Park project back up. The lawyer continued his cold glare for a long moment before he nodded over to Claude.
"This is Mr. Claude O'Malley, he'll be your field guide for this mission. If he tells you to do something in the wild, I'd advise you follow his orders to the letter."
Name: Claude O'Malley
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180 lbs
Appearance:
Role: Hunter
Equipment: Survival khakis, olive drab fatigue shirt and bucket hat, ruck sack, .700 nitro express rifle (30 rounds), bowie knife, canteen, field rations.
Background: There isn't much to be said about this man. Born and raised in Southern Kenya, Claude spent most of his early life among the clients of his father, mostly European and Asian big game hunters, and took to following the man's footsteps early on. He learned everything about the animals of his region, from feeding habits to each individual sign and footprint. By his early teens he was accompanying his father in guiding tourists, and by 18 was starting to take over the duties on his own.
Over the years he developed as stellar reputation as one the best in his field in the country, and it was this that naturally attracted Masrani's attention when the time came to clean up the mess on Isla Nublar.
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180 lbs
Appearance:
Role: Hunter
Equipment: Survival khakis, olive drab fatigue shirt and bucket hat, ruck sack, .700 nitro express rifle (30 rounds), bowie knife, canteen, field rations.
Background: There isn't much to be said about this man. Born and raised in Southern Kenya, Claude spent most of his early life among the clients of his father, mostly European and Asian big game hunters, and took to following the man's footsteps early on. He learned everything about the animals of his region, from feeding habits to each individual sign and footprint. By his early teens he was accompanying his father in guiding tourists, and by 18 was starting to take over the duties on his own.
Over the years he developed as stellar reputation as one the best in his field in the country, and it was this that naturally attracted Masrani's attention when the time came to clean up the mess on Isla Nublar.
@DracheWhy thank you. :) Seemed fitting for the show.
Name: Claude O'Malley
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180 lbs
Appearance:
Role: Hunter
Equipment: Survival khakis, olive drab fatigue shirt and bucket hat, ruck sack, .700 nitro express rifle (30 rounds), bowie knife, canteen, field rations.
Background: There isn't much to be said about this man. Born and raised in Southern Kenya, Claude spent most of his early life among the clients of his father, mostly European and Asian big game hunters, and took to following the man's footsteps early on. He learned everything about the animals of his region, from feeding habits to each individual sign and footprint. By his early teens he was accompanying his father in guiding tourists, and by 18 was starting to take over the duties on his own.
Over the years he developed as stellar reputation as one the best in his field in the country, and it was this that naturally attracted Masrani's attention when the time came to clean up the mess on Isla Nublar.
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180 lbs
Appearance:
Role: Hunter
Equipment: Survival khakis, olive drab fatigue shirt and bucket hat, ruck sack, .700 nitro express rifle (30 rounds), bowie knife, canteen, field rations.
Background: There isn't much to be said about this man. Born and raised in Southern Kenya, Claude spent most of his early life among the clients of his father, mostly European and Asian big game hunters, and took to following the man's footsteps early on. He learned everything about the animals of his region, from feeding habits to each individual sign and footprint. By his early teens he was accompanying his father in guiding tourists, and by 18 was starting to take over the duties on his own.
Over the years he developed as stellar reputation as one the best in his field in the country, and it was this that naturally attracted Masrani's attention when the time came to clean up the mess on Isla Nublar.
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
If I can get Conan the Barbarian involved, I'm in.
Eduard Dautrive
Conference Room
"Because it's a twenty page review. Do you really want to just sit here and wait for everyone to finish?" Ed said, looking toward Eugene. She was good at her job for sure, and the first call about financial questions. The whole 'pretending not to speak English' bit was starting to piss him off, though. Aidan's proclaimation only further soured his mood. He hated when the boss undermined his decisions.
The phones threw Ed for a loop. Sure, they were going off pretty constantly, but all at once? Weird. The big man stood and started swearing up a storm in Creole, hating being interrupted like this.
[color=Khaki]"Don't forget, people! Ny office! Pick up your packet and talk to your partners!" The Cajun barked, starring toward his office. He jogged toward his office, neatly organized as usual, the centerpiece on the wall being a signed, framed copy of Action Comics #775, and on his desk an open copy of Pathfinder: Horror Adventures, sitting right next to his phone, and the stack of peer review packets.
(....I have no idea if it was his phone or not, so....yeah.)
And posted. Told y'all what Ed had in store would be even worse than diversity training.
Eduard Dautrive
The Conference Room -> Main Office; Dunder Mifflin
Ed ad given Alastair a sympathetic look before they'd gone in for the meeting. It was as predictable as could, really. Aidan briefed them on the film crew, and threatened all of them to behave while on camera. He already knew damn well Chris was going to break that rule, Declan too, probably. He'd have to remind himself later to give everyone a thorough briefing on what kind of wiggle room they could get away with, especially his two problem children and maybe Gwen, too. She might have been a little on the PC side, but he knew those loonies had a bad habit of eating eachother if someone dared to not be 'supportive' or 'aware' enough.
When Aidan was finished with his little speech, Ed nodded to the smaller man and began to stand, clearing his throat briefly. He wasn't looking forward to this anymore than the others would.
"Well folks, moving onto item two for the day. Afraid it's come to a time we all hate." He sighed deeply then, gestured to a rather thick packet that had been laying in front of him at his seat. "Come talk to me today because somehow, and seemingly impossibly soon, it's once again time for peer reviews." He gave the group a pause for the impending eave of groans. "Yeah, I know. Swing by my office after this. Already got everyone paired off."
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