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 Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 11:30 am
 [ DAY ZERO JOURNAL LOG ENTRY ]
Character ID number: #74
Link to your character's survival stats (minis) profile: Isaac View
Faction: Prision
Rank: Civie
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 11:31 am
Character Name: Isaac
Minis account name: yushika
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Employment: N/A
Faction: 2 Prison
Character description: Isaac is about 5'7, and lean. He's the definition of trouble, often quick to verbally snap back when provoked, and quicker to punch. It isn't that he's hostile in nature, but instead he's sensitive. Everything is something against him. Others are mocking him. His life is about protecting himself and breaking anyone who displays something that could be perceived as a threat. He's tense. Paranoid. Afraid.
However, Isaac has a protective side to him. He doesn't trust easily, and earning his loyalty is something that requires plenty of patience. That, or rescuing him when he's in a dangerous situation. It takes an abundance of patience, kindness, and understanding for him to stop scowling and eventually, hesitantly, showing a warmer side. Once you've won him over he'll do anything for you, even murder. Actually, it was the need to help someone he cared for that got him in prison! Stealing food multiple times for his homeless friend eventually caused him to be locked up, and he's been bitter about it since. He has very loud and angry feelings about how it's apparently perfectly acceptable to let people starve on the streets.
He is creative, but not exactly in a beneficial way. He used to make graffiti, and often as a way to express himself. He typically only can make art with a spray can, but back before he was captured he always had at least two cans on him at a time. Sadly, this skill doesn't really have any uses for the future he's about to face.
Lastly, Isaac leaps before thinking. His emotions rule him, and while he's actually a clever boy, he can't exactly calm himself down well. He's quick and has good endurance, but there's a chance someday he'll gravely injure himself by acting before assessing a situation.
Do I own any characters in the shop? N
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Isaac didn't scream. Despite the few inmates who let out bewildered yelps or the scuffle of footsteps, he remained silent. Bright yellow eyes peered through the darkness, attempting to make sense of the situation. Voices muttered, senseless rambling. Clipped sentences of the rumor that had long been passing throughout the prison. The virus. He snorted absently at the absurdity of it all, standing from his table and making a move to find the nearest guard to demand answers from before a sudden and shrill scream shut down his attempts. His body seized, ears recognizing the sound of pain as it echoed throughout the halls. That was the sound of fear. The sound of agony. He knew that note, and before the guards could begin their commands he ducked, pushing himself under the table and curling his body instinctually into a ball.
His eyes had adapted, finally. His blood pounded an erratic melody, raising in temperature if each new screech he heard. Blood. It permeated the air, leaking into his nose and causing his throat to clench. His eyes betrayed him, lifting to view the chaos around him through the cloak of grey. Someone had entered the room, shambling towards the nearest guard and ignoring their shouts. It took all of one second for them to reach forward and rip at the guards throat, lunging forward as the scream produced howled throughout the room.
Fear. The familiar emotion racked through Isaac, leaving him frozen as he watched the violence engulf the room. Bodies dropped. Corpses raised. Blood splattered. His mind reeled, breath escaping in ragged pants as he held his ears. Suddenly, it was abruptly clear. In almost one minute the room was void of any living soul. Except himself.
His body kicked into reaction mode, legs forcing him out from under the table and sending him barreling down the hall. He tried to ignore the screams. The splattering of crimson blood. The stench. For once, no one was there to shout at him to stop. No one was threatening to lock him back in his cell. He was free, and yet not in the way he had wanted.
His feet took him to the only place he could think of, and the only place he trusted; the counseling office. His hands slammed into the door, forcing it open and immediately knocking it shut once he had entered. He locked the door, scurrying under a desk to catch his breath. Fear. So familiar, and yet so foreign as the sounds outside of the door was something he only experienced in dreams. One person? He had seen someone experience hell. An entire prison? He couldn't do this! He was alone, and he, for the first time since he came here, hated it.
His brain told him to run, but for that moment he stayed under the desk. Soon. He'd figure something out, soon. Not now. His hands covered his ears as he withdrew into himself, the softest whimper escaping the boy.
This wasn't real.
It couldn't be.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 5:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 5:04 pm
In which Isaac takes a test. He's not too amused by it, frankly, and left with the reminder that his brother may or may not be alive. Time to find something to get his mind off things....
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 5:18 pm
Despite the initial warming up going well, Isaac loses his cool while running. The thought that his family and friends are probably dead is too much for him, and he retires for the evening.
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