Midge707
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| 26 Mar 2012 05:30 PM |
| "I-It's alright," she insists, trying not to look at her mangled skin. "I dist-turbed it anyway." |
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| 26 Mar 2012 05:35 PM |
| "L... Let's not start passing blame around, alright?" Myles stated, his voice carrying false mirth, and his face betraying this falseness. He quickly retrieved a small medical kit, slamming it open. He began to shakily yet hurriedly remove the items inside. "I-Isabel, I'm gonna need you to... Bite something. We can't be drawing more here." he stated hesitantly, as he prepared to clean and sterilize the wound, which included removing loose and now-dead skin. |
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HALO2121
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| 26 Mar 2012 05:35 PM |
-Tom-
Tom watches in awe as he slowly backed away... what was that thing? He looks down at his arm and notices it has been clawed... badly.
The creature must have gotten him while he was scared, and was too busy watching Isabel be attack by the mon-... Tom thought.
"Wait..." Tom said. "If that creature attacked you..." Tom showed them the cut on his arm. It was deep and bleeding tremendously.
"Than what did this too me?"
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| 26 Mar 2012 05:38 PM |
| Myles paused to stare in confusion, before cursing heavily, and in exotic manners. "Get a weapon, man, I gotta handle Isabel first. Gogogo!" he shouted quietly. |
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| 26 Mar 2012 05:39 PM |
(I'll submit anyways)
Name: Byxll Seinfield A.g.e.: 27 Gender: Male Appearance: Bxyll was from Alaska. He has a large tuft of hair on his square-like head. He has hazel-colored eyes, has a bulk with equal fat and muscle, and is at 6 feet tall. Almost the size of a model George Washington. But his breath smells like carrion, and his back had a small ridge of permafrost that created a gash in his back. IT hurts Bxyll to carry large backpacks. Personality: Bxyll has a personality that tends to lean towards friendship rather than war, although he is completely accepting of both. Although, he will tend to look into a problem before saying, "OK, answer." Like his own name. Actually, he's an accepting person who will never just disagree without thinking. He also tends to lean away from Specialties: Well, he's incredibly persevering for one, and he also likes hunting. Animals contain food, Bxyll thought, and so he got food from animal skin. (Who knows what happens if he has to take beans) If Given a Weapon, What Would You Choose?: A musket. I'm kidding. Bxyll would take a tomahawk. Cuts trees and flesh. Double win. Bio: Just some behind the name stuff:
B0rn somewhere in Alaska, Bxyll was a person who was given to a charity home. Although he REALLY didn't like the fact that his parents abandoned him, his caretaker simply told him to deal with it.
And that's what Bxyll did in his life; deal with things. His parents also divorced 2 years later, but why did he even care?
Psychological Scientific Project |
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Midge707
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| 26 Mar 2012 05:42 PM |
(Accepted)
"J-Just... Get it over with, I feel like passing out because of this mess," she mumbles, looking elsewhere. Her arms were seriously shaking now and she had her jaw clenched tightly. |
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| 26 Mar 2012 05:45 PM |
Myles swiftly got to cleaning the admittedly bad looking wound, wincing but otherwise standing the sight of it. he continued to look around cautiously as he cleaned the wound.
He had seen worse things. |
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Midge707
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| 26 Mar 2012 05:47 PM |
| Isabel had her eyes clamped shut and she was breathing fairly quiet, trying to keep herself under control due to the pain. She was trying to get her arms to stop shaking, but that wasn't helping much either. |
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| 26 Mar 2012 05:52 PM |
| Myles adjusted his grip, having grown nervous about removing the dead skin. Instead, he cleaned the wound as best as he could, before putting his tools away. He reached forward to grab Isabel's army as gently as he could manage in his stress, holding it firmly as he began to bandage the wound. It was all that he really knew how to do at the mountain. "Just keep calm." he said, his sonorous voice making it hard to be soothing. He repeated those words several times nevertheless. |
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HALO2121
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| 26 Mar 2012 05:57 PM |
-Tom-
Realizing Isabel's wound is much worse than his he begins to slowly move closer to her, to sit beside her and boost moral... but the thought of blood on a woman reminded him of his past... the day his wife had died.
His hands began to quiver... he was shaking uncontrollably and he began to fall to his knees... he as well began to sweat nervously... Why did he sign up for this he had no clue what he had done...
Before he could continue he look at his opened wound and his eyes were shocked in amazement... Tom now knew the Shot he had been given's effect...
His wound was already healing and in a matter of seconds his wound was completely shut, no blood, no scar, no sense of a wound ever being there. He decides not to tell Myles or Isabel, as they might think of him strange or... a future threat.
Tom begins to crawl closer to Isabel patting her gently on the arm. "It's okay Isabel. You'll be fine." Tom says as lets out a gentle smile. |
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Midge707
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| 26 Mar 2012 05:57 PM |
| It eventually helped her calm down and her shaking gradually slowed after a bit, as well as her breathing. She keeps her eyes closed and sighs quietly, focusing on trying to stay relaxed for the most part. |
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| 26 Mar 2012 06:01 PM |
((The shots turn you into a monster, HALO. I don't think there are any exceptions whatsoever.)
Myles hurriedly searched around, putting an arm around Isabel's shoulder, a mixture of an attempt at comfort and his continued use by himself as a meatshield for others. After some fiddling, he offered Isabel her flask. |
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Midge707
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| 26 Mar 2012 06:07 PM |
(It's just an enhancement that changes them into a monster, yes. The creature that attacked Isabel was one of the people who received the shot.)
Isabel gets a shiver from the night air and stays close to Myles, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She was utterly exhausted from the pain endurance and the cold was getting to her as well. |
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HALO2121
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| 26 Mar 2012 06:08 PM |
-Tom- After getting Isabel to calm down, Tom decided to find a good place for shelter, and to test the extent of his abilities.
"I'm...I'm gonna go find a place for shelter." |
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| 26 Mar 2012 06:12 PM |
((HALO, read what Midge posted.)
"We're not splitting up." Myles stated firmly. He placed Isabel's canteen away, before standing with a grunt of effort. He held Isabel in a Firefighter lift, as that was the lift that Isabel's stance had been closest to at the time. He looked around. "Tom, mind getting out a compass?" he asked. |
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| 26 Mar 2012 06:15 PM |
| "Y-You don't have to c-carry me," she says stubbornly, realizing how bad she sounded from all the stuttering. Granted, she felt like she was going to drop unconscious from exhaustion, so she didn't know why she was complaining about being carried. |
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| 26 Mar 2012 06:19 PM |
| "Sorry, but I disagree." Myles stated, still speaking firmly. He shifted his grip, looking around somewhat nervously. He was now unarmed, with his Sledgehammer resting in his backpack. "... Well, to Hell with it. Time to go in a random direction." he grumbled very hesitantly, heading north from the river. |
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| 26 Mar 2012 06:24 PM |
| "Based on this t-terrain... There should be a few underground caves," she says, hoping to be of some use in her current condition. |
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| 26 Mar 2012 06:29 PM |
(Oops sorry didn't see that.)
-Tom-
Tom realizes that his wound was not healed but just a slowl manifest of blood building up in his body. He quickly ties a bandage around his bleeding hand and turns torwards Myles and begins to walk.
He reaches in to his bookbag to find a compass... but doesn't to have one. He looks inside Myles and finds a silver and rusted one.
(By the way do our bookbag-like-things have the same things in them?)
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| 26 Mar 2012 06:36 PM |
| "Alright... Guess I'm the pack mule for now, eh?" he asked jokingly, attempting to lighten the mood a bit. After a bit of looking around, he began to head towards where the terrain was getting slightly higher, hoping to find a large hill of some sort that might have a cave entrance. This was all just wishing upon blind luck, of course, but it was better than nothing, for Myles. |
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| 26 Mar 2012 06:41 PM |
| "There," Isabel suddenly points out off to the side, seeing a dark hole just over a small bend in the dirt. |
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| 26 Mar 2012 06:42 PM |
| Myles turned, following Isabel's pointing hand. He quickly began to slowly jog towards the hole. "C'mon!" he shouted to Tom. |
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| 26 Mar 2012 06:50 PM |
| Isabel grips Myles shirt suddenly when she hears an extremely far off howl, but she loosens her grip when she realizes it's no where near where they were. She turns her head and looks at the howl, kind of disturbed by how dark it was. |
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| 26 Mar 2012 06:55 PM |
(I assume they don't)
-Tom-
Entering the cave with his new friends he reaches into his own backpack and pulls out a few of the small sticks he had gathered, with this they can make a small fire thar will last roughly about 5 or 6 hours.
"I have a little bit of fire wood" He says in a calm but unsteadily voice. He has escaped worse accidents. So the pain of this one doesn't startle him as much.
Remembering the day in the elevator...
"It's okay honey, I'll take the kids to the park while you're gone..."
"You don't have to do that Andrea, besides it's bring your child to work day."
"But Tom, they might mis-behave!"
Shaking his head trieng to get rid of the memory he places the wood on the ground. |
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| 26 Mar 2012 07:01 PM |
| Myles slowly staggered to a stop beside the quickly lit fire. He carefully placed Isabel down beside it, before sitting down himself. "Now, listen," he sighed. "If we're gonna be risking our necks for each other, we gotta know more about each other. We're in this together now, y'know?" he asked, leaning back and rubbing his neck. |
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