[ carey is already at the gate when daryl arrives. he’s signing his name on the log sheet with a quick scribble before he checks the time on his wristwatch. it’s 20 minute till 10 a.m. jotting it down, he is about to hand the clipboard back to one of the security guards when his eyes land on a shaggy haired man holding a crossbow. never seen him before, so he’s going to take it that’s his volunteer. tucking the log underneath his arm, he heads over to him, his expression impassive. ]
Are you Daryl? [ he offers the clipboard to him as he introduces himself. ] I’m Carey. [ for one of the leaders in aqora, he’s relatively young. 24, to be exact. lean, muscular build hidden beneath loose fitting clothes and an almost permanent black smudge on one of his cheeks. he has on a simple smokey blue t-shirt and navy blue jeans with a curved blade attached to his back and a handheld gun holstered at his side. ]
Have you been out there yet? [ he nods towards the exit. ]
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Are you Daryl? [ he offers the clipboard to him as he introduces himself. ] I’m Carey. [ for one of the leaders in aqora, he’s relatively young. 24, to be exact. lean, muscular build hidden beneath loose fitting clothes and an almost permanent black smudge on one of his cheeks. he has on a simple smokey blue t-shirt and navy blue jeans with a curved blade attached to his back and a handheld gun holstered at his side. ]
Have you been out there yet? [ he nods towards the exit. ]