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thebreathing2017-06-15 05:10 pm
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YOUR FRIENDLY MODS. (therunning) wrote in thebreathing2017-06-15 05:10 pm
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WAKING UP
[ of the natives lurking around, kei is going to be the most attentive one. being aqora's doctor keeps him busy but he'll be here to check on any lingering injuries any newcomers may have - not everyone dies of the virus before they come here, after all. that said, if anyone has any questions he's going to be right here in the front office with the much more bored-looking welcome wagon, willing to answer any questions anyone wants to ask of him. he's a good guy to chat with - smart, knowledgeable, friendly.
that isn't to say he's got the patience of a saint, however, so try not to keep him occupied too long. ]
EXPLORING
[ kei's clinic used to be a dentist's office. it's barricaded well but it's also got plenty of sunlight coming in through the metal bars; chances are he's working on someone but if not he'll be leafing through research on the virus, smoking, or sorting out his supplies or what's left in the makeshift pharmacy. he'll chat with you no matter what he's doing, since multitasking is what he's good at, but try not to get in his way. bringing him supplies will get you in his good graces and he'll be even more likely to give you information or help - he's cheery as it is, but talk is cheap and supplies get results. ]
"NETWORK"
heyyy everyone this is kei, i need anyone that's heading out on runs to keep a look out for the usual: antibiotics, bandages, saline, suturing supplies, &tc, &tc. we've got a bonus round this week, though. i need some nitro tablets if you can find them, as many as you can bring back. i've got some sweet loot in it for you if you can do me this solid.
[ of the natives lurking around, kei is going to be the most attentive one. being aqora's doctor keeps him busy but he'll be here to check on any lingering injuries any newcomers may have - not everyone dies of the virus before they come here, after all. that said, if anyone has any questions he's going to be right here in the front office with the much more bored-looking welcome wagon, willing to answer any questions anyone wants to ask of him. he's a good guy to chat with - smart, knowledgeable, friendly.
that isn't to say he's got the patience of a saint, however, so try not to keep him occupied too long. ]
EXPLORING
[ kei's clinic used to be a dentist's office. it's barricaded well but it's also got plenty of sunlight coming in through the metal bars; chances are he's working on someone but if not he'll be leafing through research on the virus, smoking, or sorting out his supplies or what's left in the makeshift pharmacy. he'll chat with you no matter what he's doing, since multitasking is what he's good at, but try not to get in his way. bringing him supplies will get you in his good graces and he'll be even more likely to give you information or help - he's cheery as it is, but talk is cheap and supplies get results. ]
"NETWORK"
heyyy everyone this is kei, i need anyone that's heading out on runs to keep a look out for the usual: antibiotics, bandages, saline, suturing supplies, &tc, &tc. we've got a bonus round this week, though. i need some nitro tablets if you can find them, as many as you can bring back. i've got some sweet loot in it for you if you can do me this solid.
[ Gaju slammed a small packaged crate down on a makeshift wooden table -- not because he was trying to startle, but because as far as things that didn't involve a 60' x 40' expanse of polished hardwood went, he was still something of a blunt instrument. ]
Hey doc! You busy?
Hey doc! You busy?
waking up
[So dying had fucking sucked, especially the way it had happened. After it'd been clear no one knew how to fix what was wrong with him and there was no hope for a cure, Roy had used his remaining strength, as well as a few favors, to drop off the grid. Die without everyone hovering over him, pitying him. No one went after him that time, or maybe they just didn't reach him in time. It doesn't matter.
So yeah. It had fucking sucked. And as far as afterlives go, this is seeming pretty shitty too. He had the tools and weapons he usually hid in his civilian clothes on him, but his prosthetic arm had been replaced with a far lower-tech version that was more looks than utility and didn't have any weaponry built in. He'd gotten the basic rundown, checked both the cell phone and the walkie for bugs (not that whoever's running the place can't just listen in without them, they're the ones handing the damn things out), and he doesn't trust a single goddamn thing about this place.]
settling in
[Roy quickly gets set up in the armory; his codename was Arsenal, and as one might expect from that, he knows a lot of things about a lot of different weapons, particularly firearms. It's been a learning curve, adjusting to a far less responsive prosthetic, but he's nothing if not stubborn.
He treats any attempt to get him to go to "classes" or really do any activities geared towards teens his age with contempt; he's not some stupid kid, after all. He's certainly skilled, but temperamental and impulsive. Like a bomb that could go off at any moment. If you catch him in a good mood, he's actually pretty fun to be around, but those moods seem to be few and far between.]
network
[So dying had fucking sucked, especially the way it had happened. After it'd been clear no one knew how to fix what was wrong with him and there was no hope for a cure, Roy had used his remaining strength, as well as a few favors, to drop off the grid. Die without everyone hovering over him, pitying him. No one went after him that time, or maybe they just didn't reach him in time. It doesn't matter.
So yeah. It had fucking sucked. And as far as afterlives go, this is seeming pretty shitty too. He had the tools and weapons he usually hid in his civilian clothes on him, but his prosthetic arm had been replaced with a far lower-tech version that was more looks than utility and didn't have any weaponry built in. He'd gotten the basic rundown, checked both the cell phone and the walkie for bugs (not that whoever's running the place can't just listen in without them, they're the ones handing the damn things out), and he doesn't trust a single goddamn thing about this place.]
settling in
[Roy quickly gets set up in the armory; his codename was Arsenal, and as one might expect from that, he knows a lot of things about a lot of different weapons, particularly firearms. It's been a learning curve, adjusting to a far less responsive prosthetic, but he's nothing if not stubborn.
He treats any attempt to get him to go to "classes" or really do any activities geared towards teens his age with contempt; he's not some stupid kid, after all. He's certainly skilled, but temperamental and impulsive. Like a bomb that could go off at any moment. If you catch him in a good mood, he's actually pretty fun to be around, but those moods seem to be few and far between.]
network
Not enough people around here can shoot a bow halfway decent, and that seems idiotic considering what we're up against. If you want to learn, come find me. I can't shoot the way I used to, for obvious reasons, but I can coach other people just fine. -Roy[Waking up / Exploring]
Getting tagged by some of the local wildlife isn't that bad, usually. Peter's run into more animals in space, cute and with too many fangs and limbs, way more often than he can count. So when one of them lunges and bites and actually gets its dripping teeth through his leather sleeve and into the meaty part of his arm, Peter winces and shrugs it off. Wouldn't be the first time a critter tried out how Terran tasted. Figures he can get it patched up when they get back to civilization.
So yeah, that totally doesn't happen.
What happens is he collapses on the Milano, coughing up dark blood all over the floor and the shirt he'd just threw in the laundry, and the last solid thing he remembers is Drax picking him up by his armpits. Remembers seeing his boots dragging as he's carried to the cot and he's still drooling blood down his chest. Arm throbs like it's burning up from the inside out. After that it's a bunch of impressionistic blurs, lights too bright, body too hot. Smears of faces looking down at him.
Peter comes back from the dead to find he can apparently teleport.
He wakes up not in his ship and not in space; not anywhere near civilized space because when he rolls out of bed, head pounding, he can see through the cracks in the boarded up window: this looks a lot like Earth if he isn't mistaken. Smells like it, except for the low buzz of something in the distance. He'll find out that's millions of groaning corpses, stumbling around, taking way too long to rot away and that sound gets very old very fast.
Peter volunteers to take on the shitty job of Scout/Acquisitions. He can take a look at the supply situation himself and get a feel for the lay of the land and that's great up until he finds out he's getting paired up with someone. Great. Someone he'll gave to worry about and hope they know when to screw playing hero and run.
Now he waits next to what used to be a Del Taco. It's been remodeled into a base of operations complete with supply grates, ammo dumps and what food rations they got for the week. Drive through's caved in, now used as a ramp to get to the roof. Peter can be found leaning up against a crate with his hip, arms crossed over his chest, and he looks up as he spots his partner.
"Guess we're best friends," he says, and the tired grin doesn't quite reach his eyes. "At least for today."
[Network]
Looking for shooting lessons. I got experience but it isn't with anything like what I'm seeing here.
Also if you see a big gray guy, a green woman, a cute bug, a raccoon and a tree, hit me up.
Getting tagged by some of the local wildlife isn't that bad, usually. Peter's run into more animals in space, cute and with too many fangs and limbs, way more often than he can count. So when one of them lunges and bites and actually gets its dripping teeth through his leather sleeve and into the meaty part of his arm, Peter winces and shrugs it off. Wouldn't be the first time a critter tried out how Terran tasted. Figures he can get it patched up when they get back to civilization.
So yeah, that totally doesn't happen.
What happens is he collapses on the Milano, coughing up dark blood all over the floor and the shirt he'd just threw in the laundry, and the last solid thing he remembers is Drax picking him up by his armpits. Remembers seeing his boots dragging as he's carried to the cot and he's still drooling blood down his chest. Arm throbs like it's burning up from the inside out. After that it's a bunch of impressionistic blurs, lights too bright, body too hot. Smears of faces looking down at him.
Peter comes back from the dead to find he can apparently teleport.
He wakes up not in his ship and not in space; not anywhere near civilized space because when he rolls out of bed, head pounding, he can see through the cracks in the boarded up window: this looks a lot like Earth if he isn't mistaken. Smells like it, except for the low buzz of something in the distance. He'll find out that's millions of groaning corpses, stumbling around, taking way too long to rot away and that sound gets very old very fast.
Peter volunteers to take on the shitty job of Scout/Acquisitions. He can take a look at the supply situation himself and get a feel for the lay of the land and that's great up until he finds out he's getting paired up with someone. Great. Someone he'll gave to worry about and hope they know when to screw playing hero and run.
Now he waits next to what used to be a Del Taco. It's been remodeled into a base of operations complete with supply grates, ammo dumps and what food rations they got for the week. Drive through's caved in, now used as a ramp to get to the roof. Peter can be found leaning up against a crate with his hip, arms crossed over his chest, and he looks up as he spots his partner.
"Guess we're best friends," he says, and the tired grin doesn't quite reach his eyes. "At least for today."
[Network]
Looking for shooting lessons. I got experience but it isn't with anything like what I'm seeing here.
Also if you see a big gray guy, a green woman, a cute bug, a raccoon and a tree, hit me up.
Edited 2017-06-16 05:03 (UTC)
Don't know what Groot means but I'll take your word for it.
There's a space that'll work as a shooting range not far from the main armory. There's only so much ammo to spare on practice, though, so you better be a quick learner. How about tomorrow, after the runners have all gone off for the day? Less crowded then.
There's a space that'll work as a shooting range not far from the main armory. There's only so much ammo to spare on practice, though, so you better be a quick learner. How about tomorrow, after the runners have all gone off for the day? Less crowded then.
[That'd be a really awkward babysitting situation, considering their respective ages.]
Good. I'm the guy with the black and red prosthetic arm, hard to miss. See you then.
Good. I'm the guy with the black and red prosthetic arm, hard to miss. See you then.
Edited (tmw u forget what ur character's arm looks like and none of ur icons show it properly) 2017-06-16 06:06 (UTC)
waking up - spoilers for this weirdass game from 2009 no one has played
[ well. this wasn't what he was expecting, to say in the least. he tries to get his bearings, accepting the pamphlet, cell phone and walkie. honestly the cell phone doesn't seem that shitty compared to what he's used to. mine's pretty good at hiding his confusion but damn, who would've assumed hell is america? wild.
he should take the time to process this. he should stop and think about everything - about kiryu, about his decisions, about daigo. but stopping to think about the implications of everything leading to this would only be harmful at this point. if the situation is as dire as it seems to be explained to him, then slowing down and stopping wasn't an option. the only option was to keep moving and not get attacked.
by zombies.
by fucking zombies.
maybe he didn't die after all and this is all just some kind of strange fever dream. or maybe this is what happens when you serve up people's heads in boxes -- a cruel and fitting punishment for cruel actions.]
Aqora...
[ he pages through the pamphlet idly as he looks around. maybe he can get some information from the people milling about. ]
Exploring
I don't need a partner.
[ mine continues to insist this, unless your name happens to be Daigo Dojima. ]
You'll only slow me down.
[ it's not the most polite thing he could've come up with, but honestly, he's dead and he's Tired of trying to play nice. especially when people keep insisting on cute team ups to go out into the world and find stuff. he's got this. besides, he doesn't really want people to know he's still got his gun on him. better that he shoot zombies where the others can't see, then have them try to get him to forfeit his weapons for the good of the community. ]
"Network"
I'm curious: has anyone been down in the parking structures? What about beyond the walls? I'm trying to assess whether we're relying on ghost stories to guide us.
[ well. this wasn't what he was expecting, to say in the least. he tries to get his bearings, accepting the pamphlet, cell phone and walkie. honestly the cell phone doesn't seem that shitty compared to what he's used to. mine's pretty good at hiding his confusion but damn, who would've assumed hell is america? wild.
he should take the time to process this. he should stop and think about everything - about kiryu, about his decisions, about daigo. but stopping to think about the implications of everything leading to this would only be harmful at this point. if the situation is as dire as it seems to be explained to him, then slowing down and stopping wasn't an option. the only option was to keep moving and not get attacked.
by zombies.
by fucking zombies.
maybe he didn't die after all and this is all just some kind of strange fever dream. or maybe this is what happens when you serve up people's heads in boxes -- a cruel and fitting punishment for cruel actions.]
Aqora...
[ he pages through the pamphlet idly as he looks around. maybe he can get some information from the people milling about. ]
Exploring
I don't need a partner.
[ mine continues to insist this, unless your name happens to be Daigo Dojima. ]
You'll only slow me down.
[ it's not the most polite thing he could've come up with, but honestly, he's dead and he's Tired of trying to play nice. especially when people keep insisting on cute team ups to go out into the world and find stuff. he's got this. besides, he doesn't really want people to know he's still got his gun on him. better that he shoot zombies where the others can't see, then have them try to get him to forfeit his weapons for the good of the community. ]
"Network"
I'm curious: has anyone been down in the parking structures? What about beyond the walls? I'm trying to assess whether we're relying on ghost stories to guide us.
[ Hi his name actually happens to be Daigo Dojima. He'd woken up in the same strange circumstances, dead from a strange disease. The Tojo Clan would be in shambles without him. Majima of course didn't want to be his successor. It was a nightmare. Perhaps waking up in a zombie infested city would be something of a break from all the clan's politics. Sure, it's not the afterlife he was expecting, but he does know a lot of good men that died, doesn't he?
Like Mine, for one. He's impossible to miss, looking so impeccably steady amidst all this. Daigo's a little flustered himself, but mostly he's trying to wrap his head around this mess. ]
...Mine?
[ Didn't you die several years ago? ]
Like Mine, for one. He's impossible to miss, looking so impeccably steady amidst all this. Daigo's a little flustered himself, but mostly he's trying to wrap his head around this mess. ]
...Mine?
[ Didn't you die several years ago? ]
Daigo-san...?
[ for a moment he sort of stares at him blankly, like he's trying to assess whether or not it's actually daigo or some kind of cruel trick. but he'd recognize daigo anywhere, even in the afterlife. true, daigo looks a little older now presumably from continuing to carry the tojo clan, but not old enough that he would've died from natural causes.
mine takes a few quick steps to catch up with him, looking him over. the yakuza was a bad business to be in if you wanted to have a long life expectancy, true (especially with how things had been going since the second chairman retired), but... being the chariman was supposed to mean you lived longer.
he doesn't look like he's been wounded -- would they, though? it's not as if he'd had any signs of his death -- but mine is morbidly curious. also curious in the way that if he could go back and haunt the fucker that killed daigo, he'd make their life hell.
mine wants to ask, but he can't. it just doesn't seem right. so, instead: ]
Have you been briefed about the situation?
[ talking to the man you love after you died for him for the first time: #nailedit ]
[ for a moment he sort of stares at him blankly, like he's trying to assess whether or not it's actually daigo or some kind of cruel trick. but he'd recognize daigo anywhere, even in the afterlife. true, daigo looks a little older now presumably from continuing to carry the tojo clan, but not old enough that he would've died from natural causes.
mine takes a few quick steps to catch up with him, looking him over. the yakuza was a bad business to be in if you wanted to have a long life expectancy, true (especially with how things had been going since the second chairman retired), but... being the chariman was supposed to mean you lived longer.
he doesn't look like he's been wounded -- would they, though? it's not as if he'd had any signs of his death -- but mine is morbidly curious. also curious in the way that if he could go back and haunt the fucker that killed daigo, he'd make their life hell.
mine wants to ask, but he can't. it just doesn't seem right. so, instead: ]
Have you been briefed about the situation?
[ talking to the man you love after you died for him for the first time: #nailedit ]
[ Daig, bless his heart, is completely oblivious. He knows Mine's always been pretty intense. Intensely lonely, anyway, so he must be happy to see a familiar face in all this. Oh, Daigo, you big dumb. He sighs with relief, a bit eased at the thought of having someone he can trust by his side. ]
Somewhat, I think. [ He'll say it since they're both thinking it. ] Before you ask, I became infected with some matter of illness before waking up here. I didn't think it would be so serious... and yet, here we both are.
[ He shakes his head. ]
I'd never given the afterlife much thought, but... I wouldn't have guessed it would be like this.
[ Like, why are they in America? ]
Somewhat, I think. [ He'll say it since they're both thinking it. ] Before you ask, I became infected with some matter of illness before waking up here. I didn't think it would be so serious... and yet, here we both are.
[ He shakes his head. ]
I'd never given the afterlife much thought, but... I wouldn't have guessed it would be like this.
[ Like, why are they in America? ]
[ mine nods. if it was an illness, he has no one to haunt. which is too bad, because he'd come up with some pretty dope ways of haunting people while they were standing here but no one is really worth his time. too bad. ]
I'm sorry.
[ it sounds a little hollow, but it also sounds a little meaningful too. sometimes it's hard to tell with Mine. ]
Since they seem so adamant on the idea of partners, perhaps we should partner up.
[ please!!!! daigo-san!!!!! ]
I'm sorry.
[ it sounds a little hollow, but it also sounds a little meaningful too. sometimes it's hard to tell with Mine. ]
Since they seem so adamant on the idea of partners, perhaps we should partner up.
[ please!!!! daigo-san!!!!! ]
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