Vixen58

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

Interaction:@ReedeThe23rd

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Startling slightly at the sudden appearance of a voice, it took only a moment for him to calm down enough to deem it safe, before following after it - atlas raised and ready to deliver a blow if needed. Turning into a hall he saw who he assumed to be the one who called out. It was a young man, dressed in exactly the same grey outfit as he was, metal collar and everything. Add that to his earlier words and it was probably safe to assume that they were in much the same boat...

Dammit...

If nothing else, at least he seemed to be unarmed so the atlas was lowered and gripped against his chest instead - along with the tiny excuse of a flashlight.

"Hi...not an employee, no." He said as he walked slightly closer, the words 'I think' going unsaid. "As for being confused, well...that makes two of us." Stopping a few paces away from the other one, his grip on the atlas tightened slightly, a humorless smile on his lips as his eyes watched the other warily for any signs of hostility. “I hope that you won’t take it personally if I don’t offer you my name, but well, that has a little to do with the whole confusion aspect. Should I ask if its any different for you?”

He hoped that he didn’t make a mistake by approaching this guy, for all that he knows he could be the mastermind behind this whole thing. A serial killer toying with his prey before stabbing them in the back after gaining their trust and…yeah, he might be overthinking this a little bit. So far, the guy seems to be in the same situation as him, so he won’t jump to any conclusions for now. He might not be able to get out of wherever this is without help after all.

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

It was the blaring of a warbling alarm that drew him back to consciousness with a muttered curse. Rolling over, he tried to ignored it, but as it continued on and sleep was wrenched further and further from him, a sense of...wrongness settled in with each warble. Was it supposed to sound like that?

Sitting up, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, groaning as the alarm continued its assault on his ears. "Het daardie vervlakste ding geen einde nie!"

Opening his eyes to glare at his surroundings, he was met by the sight of a plain, white room, empty of all but some writing supplies and a tiny flashlight on top of a small bookshelf next to the bed. There couldn't be more than twenty books, a meager excuse of a collection if there ever was one.

His apparel wasn't very reassuring either. Grey trousers and shirt with a blue patch on the chest and... WAS HE WEARING A COLLAR?! THE HELL?!!

What was going on? Where was this place? It sure wasn't home, that much he knew! Then again...he wasn't exactly sure where that was either...

A sickening feeling started to settle in his gut as he attempted to backtrack. Trying to recall anything from his past, his home, his family, his name...he was met only with failure. Head falling into his hands, he allowed himself one minute to mutter every curse in his vocabulary before forcing himself to get it together just as the alarm finally squeaked to a stop. The silence that followed was both eerie and a relief at the same time.

Not about to waste any longer on just sitting around, he stood up. Sparing a quick glance at the open door, he made his way to the bookcase. He might as well take stock of his immediate surroundings before heading into even less known territory.

The writing supplies proved to be disappointing, seeing as there weren't any pens and the pencils were made out of rubber - a pain for anyone to write with. The lights flickered and he grabbed the flashlight, it may be small with limited range, but it was better than nothing. That just left the books.

"Lord of the rings, Koning van Katoren, a world atlas, die nege Buiter boeke, Sense and sensibility, drie Shakespeare's en Terry Pratchett se Mort...well, quality over quantity en als..." Reaching out, he stroked the backs of the books softly. He may not be able to remember his name, but he knew these books, loved each one of them, a clear sign of their importance to him. Fingers landing of one of two unmarked books, he pulled it out and opened it.

It appeared to be a journal, the handwriting painfully familiar (his own, maybe?), but the dialect in which it was written... He couldn't place it. He recognized some words and letters, but most of it, while familiar, escaped him. He did see a doodle of what appeared to be a person getting stabbed with a pencil(?) that might explain the rubber, but he couldn't be sure.

Not seeing anything else of note, he took a step towards the room's only exit, glanced at the ominous flickering of the lights and the atlas joined the flashlight in his hands. It might just be a book, but it was big and could hit hard, which was better than nothing.

"Ek sweer, as een of ander bleddie ongedierte iewers uitspring, gaan ek iemand iets aandoen."

Stepping outside, he glanced around the hall. The lights flickered and silence surrounded him. Holding the book at the ready, he started walking down. "Hallo, enigiemand daar? Anybody there?"

Hopefully he'll find the exit soon as well as some answers as to what the hell was going on...

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Carter Patrick-Winslow

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Time: Morning
Location: Ember Grove Mall
Interaction with: Oliver Green, Illia Green and Genesis Stewart - @MsMorningstar and Damien Crawford - @FunnyGuy

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”I’m Genny, that’s Oliver,” Genny introduced them, pointing over at the boy. ”And the girl that bumped into you is Illia.” Carter gave a nod and smiled at the introduction. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like he scared them off just yet. The girl who had bumped into him was rocking on the balls of her feet and had a big grin on her face. Carter couldn’t help but briefly wonder if her sudden shift from annoyance might be because they picked up on their shared trait, but didn’t linger on the thought too long.

“Yup! Illia Green, it’s a pleasure!” Carter was unable to take the hand that she had held out, but he gave her a friendly nod instead. ”I wasn’t hurt at all, don’t worry.” A relieved smile found its way on Carter’s face. “I’m glad to hear it. It’s a pleasure to meet you Genny, Oliver and Illia Green.”

That’s right, Carter, things are going well so far, so just stay friendly and polite and you won’t have an angry pack of wolves run you out of town.

”Would you mind if we took some of your bags? Sometimes it helps to share the load. And, if you’re not too busy, maybe I could grab us some drinks and we can sit down and chat?” Returning Genny’s grin with his own, he shook his head. [color=1589FF]“I appreciate the offer, but I couldn’t ask you to trouble yourselves like that, this load isn’t anything I can’t handle.” He still remembers his mother’s lectures on how he shouldn’t burden others if he could prevent it. “Drinks and a chat sounds good, though.”

"Don't you need dog bowls for that?" A new voice asked, just as another smell hit Carter's nose. Turning slightly, he saw a a man with dark hair and gray eyes that flashed yellow as he passed. "Why, do you?" Carter teased back in a friendly manner before the other was completely out of earshot before turning back to Genny. "Friend of yours?" He had a feeling what the answer would be, but he still had to ask.

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

MB-1896-JDM

Full Name:
Jean De Merwe

Age:
25 Years

ID Number:
MB-1896-JDM

Nationality:
South African

Appearance:
MB-1896-JDM is a Caucasian male, measuring 184cm and weighing 153 lbs as of [VOID]. MB-1896-JDM has black hair that falls just above his shoulders, as well as facial hair growing as stubbles both below the nose and above the jawline. MB-1896-JDM has minor scars along his hands and arms as well as dark brown eyes, but otherwise no distinguishing features.

MB-1896-JDM wears male clothing.

Background:
MB-1896-JDM was born on the 25th of February, [VOID] in Lindley, Free State. MB-1896-JDM's early childhood consisted of working on his family's farm with his two elder brothers while also attending the local primary school, living close to the poverty line for most of his life. MB-1896-JDM is currently unsure of when his anomalous nature manifested, claiming to have had it for as long as he could remember, with apparent success controlling his anomalous properties.

MB-1896-JDM spent his high school years in a boarding school located in Pretoria and attended [VOID] on a scholarship after graduating and earned a degree in journalism. MB-1896-JDM’s anomalous nature remained hidden throughout his education. He is unmarried and doesn't have any children.

Anomalous Containment Staff were made aware of MB-1896-JDM on [VOID] during an incident where [VOID] (See Addendum 3.) MB-1896-JDM fully resisted staff throughout his transportation to Facility B, going out of his way to be difficult. Subject has made a total of two escape attempts thus far, both after a period of compliance.

Powers:
MB-1896-JDM heals exponentially faster than an average human, the time it takes his injuries to heal varies between a few minutes up to three days depending on the severity of the injury. Furthermore he has the ability to heal the wounds of others by transferring them to himself. Wounds can also be transferred from him unto others. His ability relies on skin to skin contact [SUBJECT NOTE: ENSURE TO NEVER MAKE ANY SKIN-TO-SKIN CONTACT WITH THE SUBJECT]. Ability also extends to minor illnesses such as the common cold, it has yet to be seen what effect it has on major diseases. Using the ability for anything other than minor injuries requires a lot of energy from the subject, resulting in a required resting period that varies in lenght depending on energy used.

Privileges:
Esure objects can't be used to cause harm.

• Flashlight
• Two journals
• Small bookshelf
• 17 books, including, but not limited to, 'Die Buiter' series, Lord of the Rings and 'Koning van Katoren'.
• Writing supplies

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

MB-1896-JDM

Full Name:
Jean De Merwe

Age:
25 Years

ID Number:
MB-1896-JDM

Nationality:
South African

Appearance:
MB-1896-JDM is a Caucasian male, measuring 184cm and weighing 153 lbs as of [VOID]. MB-1896-JDM has black hair that falls just above his shoulders, as well as facial hair growing as stubbles both below the nose and above the jawline. MB-1896-JDM has minor scars along his hands and arms as well as dark brown eyes, but otherwise no distinguishing features.

MB-1896-JDM wears male clothing.

Background:
MB-1896-JDM was born on the 25th of February, [VOID] in Lindley, Free State. MB-1896-JDM's early childhood consisted of working on his family's farm with his two elder brothers while also attending the local primary school, living close to the poverty line for most of his life. MB-1896-JDM is currently unsure of when his anomalous nature manifested, claiming to have had it for as long as he could remember, with apparent success controlling his anomalous properties.

MB-1896-JDM spent his high school years in a boarding school located in Pretoria and attended [VOID] on a scholarship after graduating and earned a degree in journalism. MB-1896-JDM’s anomalous nature remained hidden throughout his education. He is unmarried and doesn't have any children.

Anomalous Containment Staff were made aware of MB-1896-JDM on [VOID] during an incident where [VOID] (See Addendum 3.) MB-1896-JDM fully resisted staff throughout his transportation to Facility B, going out of his way to be difficult. Subject has made a total of two escape attempts thus far, both after a period of compliance.

Powers:
MB-1896-JDM heals exponentially faster than an average human, the time it takes his injuries to heal varies between a few minutes up to three days depending on the severity of the injury. Furthermore he has the ability to heal the wounds of others by transferring them to himself. Wounds can also be transferred from him unto others. His ability relies on skin to skin contact [SUBJECT NOTE: ENSURE TO NEVER MAKE ANY SKIN-TO-SKIN CONTACT WITH THE SUBJECT]. Ability also extends to minor illnesses such as the common cold, it has yet to be seen what effect it has on major diseases. Using the ability for anything other than minor injuries requires a lot of energy from the subject, resulting in a required resting period that varies in lenght depending on energy used.

Privileges:
Esure objects can't be used to cause harm.

• Flashlight
• Two journals
• Small bookshelf
• 17 books, including, but not limited to, 'Die Buiter' series, Lord of the Rings and 'Koning van Katoren'.
• Writing supplies

-Edited

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

@Lady Selune That's cool! I just wanted to check. Is it alright if I pm you about the powers I'm thinking of using for my character?

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

Hi, I would like to state an interest in this, if there's still room? ^^

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Carter Patrick-Winslow

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I couldn't resist ^^;

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Time: Morning
Location: Ember Grove Mall
Interaction with: Oliver Green, Illia Green and Genesis Stewart - @MsMorningstar

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Carter had just finished up his shopping a few minutes prior and was doing a quick round of the mall, trying to think of anything else he might need back at his new place while trying to memorize the mall's layout. He had just stumbled across a bookstore and was examining their stock through the window, making a note to come back later for a better look, when he heard the sounds of a light scuffle taking place behind him. It sounded playful enough, so he wasn't planning on paying it any mind had it not been for the smell.

He had only ever associated that smell with two people before; his mother and his friend from university - the only thing they had in common was lycantrophy, which could only mean...

Hands tightening slightly around his bags, he started turning around for a better look at whoever was behind him, when a young girl came stumbling into him. Taking a step back to help balance himself, he dropped the bags he was clutching in his right hand to the ground and reached out to try to help steady her as well.

"Whoa, easy there." He hoped he sounded calmer than he was feeling. Three. There was three of them. He's only ever interacted with two other werewolves in the past (one of whom was his mother!) and only ever with one at a time! Was he hoping to meet other wolves upon moving here? Yes. But that didn't make this feel any less surreal.

One of them looked similar to the girl who bumped into him, he’s probably her relative as well as the reason she went flailing in the first place if the glare she was giving him while straightening up was any indication. The third one, seemed to be the head of the group – at least that’s the impression he got from the way she tugged the first girl close to her.

”Calm down, yeah?” Her voice was quiet and reminded him of whenever his mother scolded him and James for something while they were in public.

She addressed him next, ”Hey, sorry about that! My friends are just a little rowdy.” giving him a wave which Carter returned with a slightly awkward smile. ”You didn’t drop anything, did you?”

Okay, just stay calm, don't stare and remember that the're just regular people. Just act like you usually do and you should be fine. It's not like you just met a unicorn, or Aslan or a talking horse or anything like that. Nope, just others like you, no big deal.

Giving a friendly smile he shook his head slightly. "It's fine, don't worry about it." Quickly scooping up the bags on the ground, he was relieved to see nothing had fallen out. "My breakables were in my other bags, so all's good. I'm Carter by the way." Turning to the girl who bumped into him, he gave a smile. "I hope you weren't hurt at all?"

So far so good...

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Carter Patrick-Winslow

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Time: Morning
Location: On his way to Ember Grove Mall
Interaction with: NPC-James Winslow

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I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things
We can do the tango just for two
I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings
Be your Valentino just for you
Ooh love ooh loverboy
What're you doin' tonight, hey boy

Pausing in his search for the mall to pull out his phone, Carter glanced at the screen, grinning at the caller id that popped up. Finger hovering over the answer button, he mouthed along to the words of his ringtone, having long since memorized the song.

Set my alarm, turn on my charm
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy

Swiping to answer at the literal last second before the call would have gone to voicemail, he continued walking - head tilted slightly to keep most of the rain off of his phone - as he greeted his caller with a smile like a cat that got into the cream. "Carter's phone, how can I help you?"

"Would it kill you to pick up sooner?" Carter's smile just grew "It very well might. That's not a risk I'm feeling all that inclined to take, thank you very much! Also, I love that song." Smile softening slightly at the ensuing grumbles from the other end. "How're things back home, James? Any particular reason for calling? Not that I'm complaining mind, but its still early." Turning a corner he waited for his brother to respond and was rewarded with an amused huff.

"Why do you think I'm calling? Someone needs to make sure you don't sleep the day away."

"Oi!" Carter tried to sound offended, he really did, but he couldn't stop himself from laughing. While James rose with the sun, he rose with the smell of lunch - it balances out pretty well considering James can't function without eight hours of sleep while Carter can go three days with only five or six if he has to. The only reason Carter isn't still asleep now though, is because today is Friday and the stores will probably be way more packed than usual. While he doesn't mind people, it's not the easiest to run errands in the midst of crowds of them.

"Things are alright over here, me and Dad are already making plans to turn your room into either a game-room or a home gym, we're still deciding." Huffing as he crossed the street - he looked both ways, don't worry! - Carter answered as indignantly as possible. "The bed's not even cold yet and you're already trying to erase my existence? I'm glad that I mean so much to you. Make sure not to damage any of the books I left back there with your renovations, though, or we'll have words."

Laughter followed that statement. "Don't worry, we'll keep you're precious books safe." Carter gave an indignant sniff at his brother, in spite of his grin. "You better." "How about you, little pup, how are you settling into town? The locals treating you alright? Meet the local wolf pack yet?"

Nose scrunching up at the mention of the childhood nickname James picked up from their mom, Carter wisely decided not to open that particular can of worms at the moment. "So far so good, I just finished unpacking my stuff and am out on a supply run as we speak. I've only met a couple of people, but they seem nice enough from what I can gather and as for the local pack...no luck yet. It's only been a few days, though and I haven't really had the chance to look until now so, that could change soon enough."

The mall finally coming into view, Carter quickened his pace and swiftly cut off a response from his brother. "Sorry Jay, but I need to go. Got shopping to do and you always make me forget something from my list. I'll call you later, yeah? Tell Dad I said hi." There was a sigh on the other end and Carter could practically see the eye-roll James must be giving him right now. "Alright, don't let me keep you. I'm only your brother, after all. Take care of yourself over there, Carter. Chow." The last part was said with a soft tone, only ever used when James was talking to his little brother and Carter made sure to return the favor. "Bye, Jay, stay safe."

The call ended and his phone was back in his pocket just as Carter finally entered his destination. Giving his head a quick shake to dislodge a couple of rain-drops (a habit he picked up to annoy his brother and hasn't been able to ever shake - not that he ever really tried to, mind) before setting off. The smell of various restaurants and food-stands drifted through the air from the food court, stores proudly displayed their merchandise through their windows and people were walking around through it all, partaking wherever their interests beckons them. Carter grinned slightly as he joined them, eyes peeled for his target.

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Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Carter Patrick-Winslow

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Time: Morning
Location: Walking along the streets of Ember Grove
Interaction with: @princess Violet(mentioned), @Ithradine Lucius(mentioned)

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The raindrops felt cool against his face as they fell causing an easy smile to spread over his face and a feeling of peace to envelope him where he stood on the sidewalk - head inclined upwards so as to better appreciate the weather. There were few things that Carter loved more than rainy days and the fact that they were able to enjoy one the first day he was able to explore his new town after spending the last couple of days unpacking...he's not about to take it as anything but a good omen.

Breathing in deeply, he took a minute to appreciate the smell in the air - to him the smell of rain is the smell of cleansing, the smell of life - before continuing on his way. Much as he would like to, he couldn't just stand in the rain all day long. He still had errands to run, groceries to buy, especially since breakfast this morning used the last bit of food in the fridge. Once I'm done, I'm going to take a nice long walk, maybe through the park? A smile crossed his face at the thought. And after I head back home, there are several blankets and books waiting for me as well.

Nodding his head as he finished planning, his rain-induced smile becoming just a little wider, he refocused his attention back to his current mission. Alright, first things first, getting supplies while acquainting myself with the town. Now I just need to figure out where the grocery store is...maybe in or near the mall?

One of his hands reached up, tousling his hair slightly as he tried to recall a map he had seen of the town, while the other one found its place in one of the pockets of his black bomber jacket. Some people might think it was strange that he was walking around without an umbrella, but the rain wasn't that heavy and he felt that he was dressed appropriately enough for it not to matter much anyway with his jeans, sneakers and moss green long-sleeved shirt.

Turning a corner, there seemed to be a few more people on the street as well as what seems to be a couple of businesses, so he figured that he wasn't too far off track at least. Giving a friendly smile and nod to a young woman and a dark-haired gentleman busy conversing with each other as he passed by, he figured that even if he does end up getting lost, he should be fine asking someone for directions if it really comes down to it.

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