Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 174686 times)

I stand up and then groan in pain, and lie back onto the hospital bed.

My left foot is badly burned.

"Stay in bed for a bit, you need to be treated for those burns."

"Stay in bed for a bit, you need to be treated for those burns."

I nod and rest my head on the pillow.

"Is there anyone else around here, or just you two?"

"There's a few others you haven't met yet. You just rest here. Alix, wanna check out what the others are doing?"

"I think it'd be best if neither of us got involved with their shenanigans..."

I could smell smoke. "Yeah, now that I think about it, feel the same." I went over to her and looked at the picture she was looking at. "What is that?"

I stay in bed, smelling the smoke and remembering my mother's cooking.

My eyes begin to tear, but I keep it to myself.

The picture is of me and a very old looking man both wearing fur coats and Ushankas with snow all around us, "That's me and Father Adrian..." I say, smiling.

I rummage around in my pockets and pull out a plastic bag full of Cheez-Itz.

I start munching hungrily.

I look at Alix and then Ryan and say with a mouth full of crackers: "Want some?"

"Hey guys, I was- Holy Sheets!  Another one?" I ask after my initial instinct to put draw my .22 and point it at his face. 

"He looks like a great man. I'm full, kid, don't need Cheez-its, you can have them." I see Jeff barge into the room. "We found him at the airport, unconscious."

I yelp when Jeff barges in and hide under the blanket.

After a brief moment you see a mat of reddish-brown hair come up from under the covers and I say "Is...is he with you guys?"

OOC:

(Out of character.) Morningstar here's my info in case you didn't see it. I think I'm the youngest...

Name: Sammy (Sam) Johnson
Age: 10
Personality: Gets scared easily; grins when happy; laughs alot;
Appearance: Small boy (4'4) with messy reddish brown hair, freckles and green eyes, face is covered in dirt.
Inventory: Some food and a flashlight.
Clothing: An old T-Shirt and worn cargo pants.
Backstory*: Parents we're killed in a fire, is orphan.
Skill***: Is very small and can fit into small places; also is very creative and good with machines.

(Back to RP now.)
« Last Edit: July 15, 2012, 10:30:04 PM by BlockDuck »

"Should I maybe pick up that glass?"

"He looks like a great man. I'm full, kid, don't need Cheez-its, you can have them." I see Jeff barge into the room. "We found him at the airport, unconscious."
"I know you found him up at the airport, I was spying on you with the scope on the R700P.  I just didn't think you'd pick him up.  I wouldn't have." 

"Yeah he's with us, if he wasn't he'd be dead already. Jeff, we took him because we actually have hearts."