As he sat their he noticed how hungry he was. Going back through his room and from their to the cafeteria. He hid in the shadows and was a little scared when he passed the watcher , but still just passed by. He went under the tables and got to some randoms peoples table and carelessly took their food while he was talking to his friend and then went by a wall hidden by shadows and ate the food which was truly just horrible
I ate another bite of my pork n',but the food was gone. I noticed something in the shadows in the cafeteria. I thought that it might be one of the watchers spies. "Who are you?" I said pointing to the shadow. The rest of the mess hall looked where I pointed.
((I am supposed to see Yesac and SideWanderer in the shadows.))
I am not very sure how the persons whose food I stole saw me, but he did.I should really be more careful, I thought to myself.I was thinking of a plan ,but the best I could think of was just running so I did. As I ran I was tripped and hit down by the watcher. I tried to get free, but was held down by the watcher as I thought to myself how stupid I acted
Nathan darted out of the cafeteria, until he came upon an exposed air vent, which he quickly cracked open and replaced the grate of. Idiot... who the hell was that guy, some sort of recently evicted refugee? At this, he felt a momentary pang of sympathy, but the cold air of the vent reminded him that the moron refugee blew his cover, and forced him to leave before he could hear anything of the vaulties'* conversation.
He quickly ate the contents of the stolen can, and threw it into a vent fan, laughing darkly as the can was torn into fibers, and decided to crawl back towards the cafeteria through the vents. Perhaps I can get back there and catch a bit of those vaulties conversation before they leave. Damn refugee won't slow me down..., he thought.
*Vaulties: Refugee slang for the higher-class citizens that live in the upper levels of the vault or "true" vault, as opposed to the lower level slums, which were made after the vault was put into use in an attempt to prevent overcrowding, cut out of the rock face the vault was built into.
I saw both of the shadows run away after I pointed at him. I ran after him but I was stopped by my own thoughts. I did't want to go chasing down delinquents,I had to stay under the radar. If I did that the watcher would watch me more carefully. Then I would never get out.
A boy ran into me and I caught him. I grabbed him by the throat and choked him until he passed. I then beat him senseless while he was sleeping. I pulled him into my office and locked the door.
[Wifi is so screwy, I give Hugs and Tracks permission to control Scott in an hour or more of abscense. They know my style best and my character is pretty straight forward.]
"Yea I got that much..." he said sarcastically. "I meant, what do you want to talk to me about." He looked around the room, eyeing everyone. It was a habit of his since the war. He was always very alert, if someone made a sudden move behind them they could count on a swift punch, kick, or, if they were unlucky, stab.
((drunken boxxing doesn't mean hes drunk ALL the time, it's just a fighting style, being drunk just makes it more manageable, and I won't be drunk all the time, he might be drunk later on, still haven't figured that one out yet...)
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you can't deny that the creeper wants a hug! I mean, look at him! he is so... umm... alive?
Jonah looked at Scott and said,"I wanted to talk about-" I then mouthed "The Watcher" with my mouth. I didn't want the camera to hear me. "Meet me at my room in five minutes. I then got up and walked into my room and sat on my bed.
[-snip- especially when applying as a baby sitter. Trust me, been there, done that.]
[No, it was a joke. Who would put drunk boxing on a baby sitting application? LOL]
He nodded. He couldn't wait to slit one of their throats. He hoped for an uprising. He looked over at the watcher near the door and licked his lips. "One of these days..." he muttered inaudibly. "I will be there." he said.
Nathan smirked as he saw the two vaulties conversation finished. So some of the vaulties do care about the refugees plight. I might stop by and offer them a bit of assistance... Lark began crawling towards the housing complex, his mind full of battle plans...
Jonah sat in his room waiting for Scott. Where was he? Jonah tapped his foot while waiting for Scott to show up. He knew he would be here any second. Jonah pulled out a slip of paper fitted to the lens of the camera. He covered the lens with the paper. He knew that the watcher notice that he had covered the camera eventually. He then reached under his bed and pressed the button. It raised his bed up,then a staircase descended underground. He walked down the steps and into his secret room. It was not watched by cameras,and it closed from the inside. He closed up the entrance and locked everything up. In the room there were monitors that showed every square inch of the bunker. He waited and watched the monitor that went to his room. He would wait for Scott to arrive then,tell him to come down when he comes to his room.
Scott walked into Jonah's room, not bothering with knocking. He was slightly surprised to see that Jonah was not even there. "Of course he would be late to his own meeting..." he muttered before sitting down on Jonah's bed and waiting for him.
[May I use lesser curse words here, seeing as my character would logically have a very filthy mouth. I will tone it down, but it would help me fit him much better if I could let a few slip out.
The sharp, orange feral eyes watched the last of the black liquid seep from the iron canteen and into the long jaws of the Saurian, the red tongue that slept withing rousing to bathe in the liquid, only to fall again when it stopped. The metal bottle was then flung away from it and landed on the (Dirt?) ground.
"Damn, the last of my scotch." A voice that was both deep and bestial slipped from the mouth as the figure it was attached to rose from the wooden stool it had sat on, it's tongue wiping the last of the scotch from what would be his lips. "It seems I must go find something else to do now, wasting the rest of my life rotting in this forsaken place wouldn't have been wise anyhow." Shaking his head, the Saurian started to wander.
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"For to win one hundred victories in one hundred battles is not the acme of skill. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill."
(( any better. I want him to keep his Ak-47 because it means a lot to him. ))
Personality: funny, kind to friends, hard for him to trust people.
Skills: he can shoot a gun very good and can cook well.
Bio: when he was young he and his father shot a lot of guns and learned how to shoot. He lived in a house in the woods with his father for years and he taught him how to cook pork and other things. His favorite gun was his AK-47. When the meteor came down his father brought him into the underground tunnels. His father did not make it in in time and had just enough time to get Cameron in there. Over years he gained the Watchers trust and became his right hand man. He now serves as his guard and an interrogator.
Appearance: he has short brown hair, his nose is pointed swell as his chin, he has a scar accros his face from when he was attacked in the underground vault's bar by a burly man ( Cameron won. ) his eyes are dark blue, and his eyes has freckles around them.
Equipment: an AK-47 with about 40 rounds, he wears boots and riot armor, he has a holster with a western styled pistol with 50 rounds.