Camille
Accepted Character
Posts: 13
Full Name: Camille Person
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 4' 8"
Weight: 90 lbs.
OOC Name: Trump Card
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Post by Camille on Sept 13, 2014 1:51:59 GMT
Camille quickly covered his backpack with a trash bag to prevent his newly scavenged items from being saturated by rain. The foam, thong sandals he found were cutting into his feet and were all around fucking uncomfortable-- But at least he wasn't stepping on broken glass.
His large bag unbalanced him for a moment after another tremor. Despite the lack of choice in footwear, the abandoned shops were a godsend to Camille. He managed to not just find supplies, but also a backpack that was similar in style to the one he had back home. Sure, it didn't really matter how it looked, but the familiarity made him it little more comfortable when exploring the strange world.
Yeah, he was pretty sure he wasn't on earth anymore. The sky was supposed to be red not the dizzying, stormy purple it was now, and not to mention how most of the store's contents were labeled in some bullshit alien language.
Camille only felt safe looting food that were most likely from his world, which was surprisingly easy due to the labeling laws. It wasn't like he needed to know some foreign tongue to read the country of origin on the back content.
It was good that he found these necessities, but Camille needed to find shelter ASAP.
Perhaps, he should have stayed at one of the previous shops once he heard the thunder, but when he felt the first quake... Damn, he was in a huge city with plenty of buildings just waiting to collapse on him. He was sure the shop was going to fall too.
All those office building just spelt disaster for Camille, and after he saw a display window practically explode into deadly shrapnel it just reaffirmed it.
Well, fuck that.
It didn't matter if he was inside or outside since the city was dense with high-rises and apartments so either way he's done for if they fell. Although the thought of hypothermia and being electrocuted by a fallen power-line didn't sit well with him
Camille made his decision.
He could see a building up ahead, and looked to be in better shape than the last one he passed and a lot sturdier too.
Camille hurried and entered the shelter.
"Couldn't have planned that any better..." He chuckled slightly as he shifted the bag off his back. "Fuck, what am I saying? I almost died."
Camille winced as he rubbed his shoulder and pulled off his torn hoodie. He didn't even notice the gash when it happened. Camille must have been hit when the pieces of the storefront fractured against all the quaking and heavy winds.
"I almost expected to be in worse shape," Camille mumbled to himself before fumbling through his bag for some medical supplies. "My backpack must have took the most of the impact."
Those goddamn robots probably had their hands full at the moment. Hopefully, the storm wouldn't make too much of a mess of the stores nearby. Camille still needed to gather more supplies after all.
"Where the fuck am I anyways?" A quick glance away from his supplies answered his question. "A library? At least I'll have something to read I guess."
There was another shake and a shelf came crashing down.
"Nevermind."
Maybe, the library wasn't the best choice, not that he knew at the time.
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Keansi
Accepted Character
Kusangi's gone and there's this stranger who says a lot of bad words and a changeling is dying.
Posts: 37
Full Name: Keansi Lea Teritora
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth-like, possibly Earth in an alternative future of some sort.
Height: 3'11"
Weight: 67 pounds
OOC Name: Kunabee
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Post by Keansi on Sept 13, 2014 6:07:31 GMT
Keansi heard someone enter. She was tucked in a corner with some books, her stuffed squirrel tightly locked into her arms as she read one. Her eyes glanced up, and she set it down, feeling another tremor and hearing another shelf fall. Her hiding hole was safe.
With a caution born of years of fear, she peeked out to see - a kid. He was twelve years old, but his face and countenance held the same fire of a new refugee that had come into their village, one time. The man had gotten himself killed but they all heard the death call that let them know he took down not just one but three of Them with him.
They were reckless and dangerous, these sorts of people, but they also Did Things. It was definitely a different countenance from Kusangi. She unconsciously tilted her head in the direction of the makeshift bed of books. At the moment, it was missing three. They were reference books related to the story matter, so Keansi could look up stuff she didn't know.
This boy wouldn't hurt her, she decided. They were both human and hiding from an earthquake, seeking refuge in books. So she climbed up the shelves that made a ladder, squirmed a bit, and then waved from the top of her short little earthquake shelter. It was already there, sort of, though Keansi had to shove another shelf into it. Finding the blankets was good, too, because now it was nice and warm and the little lamp - electric, which still freaked her out a bit - gave her light to read by.
"Come here!" she said, waving one hand while she held the shelf with another. "This is sturdier than it looks. There was one other quake and this kept me safe. You can stay here until the quake is gone." Content with helping the other, she popped back down into the shelter and peeked between the cracks in the cut-off shelf.
"Are you sure it's safe to let him know we're here?" Jarod fretted. Keansi just nodded, frowning at him.
"Don't be unfriendly," the girl scolded. Jarod seemed to go a bit limper, sighing in a way recognizable only to the girl that held him
Quietly, Keansi waited.
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Camille
Accepted Character
Posts: 13
Full Name: Camille Person
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 4' 8"
Weight: 90 lbs.
OOC Name: Trump Card
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Post by Camille on Sept 14, 2014 5:01:38 GMT
It was disappointing when Camille had to use some of his newly acquired medical supplies, but easy come, easy go. He pushed a wet lock of out of face before knitting his brows. When was the last time he cut his hair?
He sighed to himself.
That shit didn't matter right now, but being wet did. There was a cool draft in the library, and it was intensified by his soaked clothing. He had plenty of food, but no towel or new change of clothes.
This sucked.
Camille growled and kicked a flip-flop off in anger. He should have grabbed a blanket or something at one of the shops. It hadn't occurred to him that despite the amount of space that it would have cost he would be still be warm. Which is important in a storm.
Oh, he could argue with himself about it not storming at the time and how he lived with much less, but part of basic survival depended on keeping warm. Once again, he had to accept that maybe it was a stupid decision... Not that Camille couldn't resolve this threat. It was actually an easy fix, but it still pissed him off. He was upset that he didn't think about future scenarios, and that he wasn't fucking prepared.
At home he was always prepared, and he readily helped people in need. This was a hit to his ego, and he really missed home.
Camille ran his hand through his hair before cursing as he worked off his wet shirt. He needed to get these heat-sucking leeches off him before he got hypothermia or some shit. Fortunately, it didn't seem like the earthquake affected the electricity so he could probably turn up the heater later.
He stopped mid-way and looked in the direction of the voice that called to him. Camille quickly pulled his shirt back down when he saw the young girl across the room. Damn, now he had choose between indecency and his health.
Actually, no, fuck that.
Camille turned his back towards the girl before he continued to take off the rest of his clothes. Well, all besides his underwear. He still had some shame. Camille was in no hurry to answer the girl even if he was amidst an earthquake/storm. This was a weird situation, and he needed to save face when speaking to her.
He hesitantly walked closer to the girl and stopped.
"Who else is with you?"
The holdout seemed a bit too good for a little girl to construct all on her own. It involved moving heavy shelves and shit. That would be an amazing feat for a girl to meticulously topple over shelves herself... Unless she just decided to huddle underneath fallen shelves and make it her fort instead.
The latter seems more plausible.
"What's your name?" Camille gritted out before adding another question to the pile. "Where are you from?"
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Keansi
Accepted Character
Kusangi's gone and there's this stranger who says a lot of bad words and a changeling is dying.
Posts: 37
Full Name: Keansi Lea Teritora
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth-like, possibly Earth in an alternative future of some sort.
Height: 3'11"
Weight: 67 pounds
OOC Name: Kunabee
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Post by Keansi on Sept 20, 2014 0:00:27 GMT
He was taking off his clothes. Which was weird, but she'd seen men in boxers before. Sometimes when it was rainy and stormy people had to run inside, and they just didn't make it in time. Then they just stripped, to be warm, but they kept decent. It was the sort of logic you used with other people.
So when he finally came over, she was completely unbothered by his lack of modesty. When he asked her if anyone else was with her, she made a funny face. "Just Jarod," she said, holding up the stuffed squirrel. "It was like this was made before I got here. You can see someone cleared off the shelves and everything to make something like an earthquake shelter. They must be common here." She moved away from the sawed-off bookshelf that was a makeshift ladder so he could more easily crawl in.
"My name's Keansi, but I couldn't tell you the name of where I'm from." She blinked at Camille. "I just got in this world, too. I don't know if my world's ever had a name. I don't know the names of any nearby cities or towns, either, and our refugee camp is just called, well, the refugee camp. Or 'our village', sometimes I guess." It was nice to have someone to talk to. She had missed Kusangi a lot, moreso because she had to stay quiet.
She was used to loneliness and books, but that didn't make loneliness and books easy. Well. Books were easy, fun, the sort of thing she loved to look at. Loneliness wasn't. And though Jarod was plenty good company, he wasn't human company. Neither was Kusangi, for that matter.
"Are you human?" Keansi asked. It was a perfectly valid question. He looked human, but couldn't looks be deceiving? Lots of things in mythology and lore could look human. She managed to find a lot of books on it, which made her very happy. Lots of books in foreign languages, too, more than she'd ever seen at home. Almost all of them, at least, were English, but here there was English and language after language after language, all different. She had found an 'English to French/French to English' dictionary, which she was currently using to figure out this 'French'. So French was a language. But she didn't recognize any other languages.
She settled down and opened up the French-English translation dictionary, scanning the pages to learn the words.
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Camille
Accepted Character
Posts: 13
Full Name: Camille Person
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 4' 8"
Weight: 90 lbs.
OOC Name: Trump Card
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Post by Camille on Sept 21, 2014 7:58:11 GMT
Camille bit his lip and shifted his gaze to side when she held up 'Jarod.' He didn't know if he was closer to laughing or blowing up in a rant about how it was crutch, but instead he ended up doing neither. Camille wouldn't bring up the dumb stuffed-animal until he felt it was necessary or if it was annoying the shit out of him. He could only hope all communication with it will be mental and not verbal.
He looked back at the shelter and nodded.
That seemed like a reasonable answer... Although that would mean the person who built it would have just left recently and may plan on coming back. Especially, if earthquakes were common... If it were abandon for fair amount of time he'd imagine the robot would have fixed everything since then. This didn't sit well for Camille, but despite being under-dressed he still had his gun on his hip and that made him feel a lot better.
“It doesn't seem like anyone actually belongs here...”
Camille looked a bit cramp once he settled underneath the pile of shelves.
"Shit." Camille cursed before turning to Keansi to apologize. "Sorry, I didn't expect it to be so packed."
He found it to be a bit uncanny that she was very articulate for a child, but he supposed the same could be said about himself. At first they're amazed, and then they were usually offended by his vulgarity. There were some that thought it was endearing... And that was how Camille could usually pinpoint the sick-fucks. Perhaps, she had to mature fast being a refugee, and her interest in books wouldn't hurt either. That made him wonder how many and what types of books were at her refugee camp.
Camille scoffed.
“I'm human.”
Camille got why Keansi was asking. Hell, he was about to ask her the same thing. It seemed like the standard procedure for any competent person trying to survive in this fucked-up world. Although, it still begged the question, 'what was considered human in her world' or 'how different was her world in general.'
“The sky in your world is red, correct?”
He wrapped himself in one the blankets and sighed.
“What are you doing?”
It was obvious that she was trying to translate a French book. Hell, Camille could figure it out by the French-to-English dictionary, but he also knew that French and English shared more differences than just the words. Camille was shamefully aware this because he actually understood some French... And he also understood a couple of other languages like Berber and Arabic.
It was pointless and retarded since he would never use any of them outside of his home, and not to mention how weird it was to hear his mom read the Koran to him. Especially when neither of them were religious-- And because she was also wearing her ripped 'work' stockings at the time...
Camille guessed it must have been what her mother used to do with her when she was young. His mother was always the nostalgic sort. Which he could understand because at the moment life kinda sucked for her.
Although his mother never outright told him, he knew she used to be one of the rich and beautiful people of Maven. She had fallen from grace since then, and Camille could still tell she wasn't born lower-class. She was too cultured, too naive, and didn't readily pick up on the slang. Strangely enough, she still looked sadly at others like they were under-privileged, and sometimes Camille felt like she didn't quite fucking understand that she was in the same hell-hole as them.
“You should read that book to me.”
It was pretty much a test, and a silly one at that. He wanted to see if Keansi, a child, could somehow decipher the language presented to her with only a language dictionary. There were some differences in sentence structure and tenses, but even when mentioned in the book, he doubted that she would be able to understand it.
“Keansi, you seem very well read.”
She had already proven herself to be good with words, and now he just wanted to know how adaptable she was.
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Shiv
Accepted Character
Tiny Monkey Panic Hour
Posts: 26
Full Name: Shivers-In-The-Breeze
Species: Apple Nomad
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Ruute
Height: 2'8"
Weight: 20lb-ish
OOC Name: acorncap
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Post by Shiv on Oct 11, 2014 7:10:28 GMT
Shiv stood, slowly, shakily, ready to retch or collapse all over again. Maybe she’d timed it wrong and she’d fall over dead. It wouldn’t be the first time. She was sore and tired and she wanted to just curl up and sleep forever, but she’d woken up somewhere small and dark, and on top of the shooting pains in her side and the shake in the ground she could feel the walls closing in on her.
She groped at them until her hands found the thing that rattled. Both hands on the twist, she hastily forced the wall open (Twists had been the first thing she’d learned about in this strange new world, and she had to admit she was still a little smug about how skilled she was in using them. )
After a few moments of manditory blindness, Shiv managed to squint around at her new location. It was still Inside, but large enough that the panic of claustrophobia started to ebb away as she wandered. Of all things, her feet didn’t hurt anymore (Or maybe she just didn't notice, because everything else hurt so much.). That was good. But there was an odd itching and tingling at her ear that wouldn’t go away as much as she scratched at it.
Shaky as the ground was, Shiv scaled one of the mini-cave-walls and perched at the top, where she could use her newfound height to survey the area. She didn’t mind the swaying much (It was like being home again, with proper trees that moved around and travelled in bunches.), until she felt her stomach lurch and drop, and instinctively leapt to the next mini-cave-wall.
She kept like this, leaving a wave of fallen walls behind her, until she reached the end of the line and found herself facing walls that had already collapsed into a sort of triangle. She took a flying leap and landed heavily on them, scrambling for footholds as she nearly lost balance and slipped between the holes. Once she steadied herself, she dry heaved and coughed a few times (She was not as steady as she had first believed. She needed to lie down again.) and felt something warm and thick slide down her cheek to snuggle wetly against her neck.
There were voices coming from under the collapsed walls. She scampered and scratched across them, seeking a better vantage point. She needed a better place to listen, she could hardly hear from here.
When she was directly above them, she peered downward. Something red and thick slipped out from her scarf and plummeted below, followed by a spattering of red drops. Her breathing was heavy and raspy (She tried to slow it, or quiet it, but it was hard. She was tired. Her ear hurt. She needed to sleep again.), and she could feel something wet running down her face, matting the short short fur. Her face was wide and oddly gaunt, her eyes were round and unblinking, and her spindly limbs splayed about like a maimed spider’s. And she stared down at the People in the cave, dripping occasionally.
She wondered what they were talking about.
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Keansi
Accepted Character
Kusangi's gone and there's this stranger who says a lot of bad words and a changeling is dying.
Posts: 37
Full Name: Keansi Lea Teritora
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth-like, possibly Earth in an alternative future of some sort.
Height: 3'11"
Weight: 67 pounds
OOC Name: Kunabee
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Post by Keansi on Oct 19, 2014 18:36:08 GMT
Keansi set the book down in her lap, quietly playing with Jarod to keep her hands busy. "We don't," she said, at his comment. The world was not a place to belong, she knew that; or at least to an extent. She wanted everyone she loved to belong there. Safer than they ever were at home. She wondered how much he knew. Kusangi's words echoed in her head, but should she repeat them? He was older than her, if only by a year or two, and she knew anyone who was older didn't like to be proved wrong by people younger. Or told things that weren't pleasant.
His answer about his humanness made her nod. So he was human. Cool. That was a nice thing. But then he asked if her sky was red. She made a face. "Sometimes, sure. But most of the time it's blue. Or gray if it's stormy. I mean, the sky is always talked about being blue." She looked curiously at him. "So is your sky red?" It was a reasonable assumption, anyways; he mentioned red skies.
Keansi looked at her bare feet, stretching out the toes and then drawing them back in. The tremors didn't seem to bother her much; she'd only grab a hold of something and make sure she didn't lose what she was holding, perfectly calm. Perhaps it was something common in her world; all the dangers came from the sky, but that didn't mean the sky couldn't shatter the ground too.
"I'm trying to learn French," she told him, "I don't know any language other than English, but even back at camp some books were in different languages. I mean, there's a lot more here than ever at back home. So maybe I can learn something from it." She grinned at Camille, the thought of 'learning' brightening her spirits a bit.
She quickly turned serious. To read it...? "The pronunciations are difficult," she said in dismay, nervous about trying to express the words. "I mean, the first word is 'aardvark' on the English side, and that's difficult to pronounce, let alone, uh... or-eek-tee-rope." She cringed, pretty sure she got it wrong.
That was when something red dropped in front of her. She blinked, and looked up. There was a creature there, humanoid, but certainly not human. And bleeding, looking like, well, she'd been through Heracles's trials.
"A-are you okay?" she asked bravely. In Keansi's eyes, this creature was a changeling. If she were a real monster, she wouldn't be hurt. She'd be really mean and immune to all the hitting and smacking and even stabbing.
"I think you're bleeding out your brains," Keansi postulated shyly, "You need medical attention."
((wooc;; Kuna fails.
Also, excuse my Google translate xD))
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