So far, she'd come across most of her faction mates. They were all busy either getting drunk, working themselves off, or just goofing off. Everyone had been busy, but there were a few she had yet to find. Instead, she decided to try and find the ones she had managed to misplace. One of the first ones that came to mind was Gillian. So she went out, purposefully looking through the crowd.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 11:30 am
This was just insane, and pointless. Why would someone set up such an elaborate trap, and torture establishment? Well, there were plenty of studies to prove why, such as the damage that trauma can cause on the psyche and the various outcomes that can branch from it. Some dealt with traumatic events in rather obscure fashions... maybe this was one of them.
Or perhaps the 'mastermind' was some sort of already sick, and twisted individual who simply took advantage of the anarchy state their world was now in. Either way, it was dumb. Childish, even. Perhaps someone trying to overcompensate for something they lacked, or maybe their lack of this something was what made them so disconnected as to create this institution. Maybe someone stunted in comprehension, a sociopath, of some kind. Or someone who was still trying to prove to daddy that they were a 'big strong man', able to handle anything, conceiving a lust and craving for power.
Really, in a way, Gillian was intrigued by who ever it was that made this all up. They'd make for a great study subject, to be sure. But for now... it seems he needed to play their pathetic little game.
As per usual, his analytical mind left him in a frozen state of deep thought and calculation. He'd yet to even start playing any of the games, still in the works of trying to deduce which unpleasant game was most productive in providing him with the required currency. But really... he was wasting and losing precious time...
Casino coins; 60/115
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Character's name: Gillian Silverstein Character's faction: University Character's journal link:journal Character's survival stats: View]stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lean, moderate height, long mussed wavy hair, glasses, no nonsense, analytical, intelligent, responsible, strong-willed, blunt, scientist, medic.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 12:37 pm
"Gillian! There you are. I was looking for you." Corey spotted him in the crowd, and wandered over to him. He seemed a little concerned, which was understandable: he still had his collar on, with his price tag obvious. "Are you alright? Did you need any help?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 1:09 pm
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no worries. I just appreciate finally having someone to rp with, heh. A-and sorry for Gillian's... bluntness and paranoia. 8x;
He was stunned from his deep thought when his name was called out, so foreign to hear from the lips of another now. Snapping his eyes over to the source, one brow arched while the other furrowed in a look of utter confusion.
Who was that... how did they know his name...? Looking for him? now that was a first. And a big red flag.
Staring blankly at them, mind processing and running through the clear signs displayed before him that could add to his calculating, he let his brows relax. Ah. Apparently the leader of the faction he'd been filed away into. It was surprising, really, that she even knew his name. Straightening up, he eyed her wearily, almost expectantly.
She would want something. It was just a matter of figuring out what, and quickly.
The questions were odd to hear aimed at him, their sincerity falling flat. They were just niceties, holding no girth or true genuinity to them. Narrowing his eyes skeptically, he crossed his arms, "I'm as well as anyone else would be ensnared into a sociopaths web of childish tom-foolery." he replied semi-sarcastically, most exasperatedly.
His lips tightened at the offer for help though, shoulders visibly stiffening too. "I've been handling things on my own up to this point. I don't see why assistance would be offered to me now." he gave pause, shifting his weight, and tilting his head in a truly inquisitive manner, "Should I fail, it means only one less person to extract from the pool of resources." he baited, and tested.
Coins: 76/115
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Character's name: Gillian Silverstein Character's faction: University Character's journal link:journal Character's survival stats: View]stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lean, moderate height, long mussed wavy hair, glasses, no nonsense, analytical, intelligent, responsible, strong-willed, blunt, scientist, medic.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 1:31 pm
Corey remembered every one in her faction. Names and faces were memorized. Burned into long-term memory. It was important to her that they all stay alive, and so knowing those she was responsible for was something she felt necessary.
"Whoa buddy, relax, I'm checking up on everyone in turn." She held her hands up defensively, showing that she was harmless and unarmed. "You're just not as loud as everyone else, so it took me a while to find you." Explaining herself was important, especially when everything about it screamed defensive. "I'm not going to let you fail though, so you can put that thought right from your mind. We've all survived a month in this hell, there's no way I'm letting that stop now."
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