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 Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:58 pm
((Slept in. xD ))
A11 stood, nodding at most of the conversation. Well, it seemed they were staying together. That was good. With the way things were going, it would be most helpful to stay together. Working together they could make it through this...
She looked up to see people leaving the tent. Or already gone. Oop! She must remember not to get lost in thought.
Making sure she had hold of her back and first aid kit, she took off out of the tent after her teammates.
[ A11 is EXITING to the scouting thread ]
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lizbot rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 10:36 pm
( α IV is entering the tent)
The world is a dark an mysterious place, and then the music swells, the curtain rises and...a young man wakes up. At least he thinks he's...
After a quick baggage check, he nods to himself, relatively reassured. He is indeed a he. Unless he's a post-op she-to-he. In which case he is still a he and would like you to stop judging him based on the whims of life's gender assignments. He decides to stop thinking about this when he notices his hand creeping down once again, just to make sure.
Instead he would think about where he was: a very uninviting beach.
Who he was: apparently a IV.
Why he was here: the name gave him a sinking suspicion that this was some sort of brutal game of human bingo.
Remembering what the man in the class had mentioned about supplies, a-four entered the tent to pick up some of his own. Picking through it, he drew out a small mace. Hefting it with a frown (...gun would have looked cooler) he put it aside, he took note of the first aid kits (...was he going to need those?!) And then finally he noticed the cell phone, along with it's messages. The survivor thing...well, that was just downright ominous. But the part that really caught his attention was the mention of a group. Really?!
Whipping his head about, he decided that they likely weren't hiding in the tent waiting to jump out and shout, "Surprise! Hello to you, a 4, our new teammate! With you on our side we will be shouting BINGO in no time!" That modest little fantasy had been quickly destroyed by the small path of tracks leading away from the base. Ditched.
A-4 began to trudge out of the camp and wondered if he was a loser before this. Mr. Left Behind. Mr. Let's-go-before-he-notices. Mr....whatever. He couldn't remember so he didn't know. He paused in his steps. Nobody knew who he was. Not even him...so. His posture began to shift, and his steps perked up. He could be anyone! Anything! And this island...was really strange! And adventurous! Losers didn't get to go have dire situations on mysterious islands!
Slowing his pace a bit in sheer amazement, A-4 let the possibilities turn over in his head.
He...he could be handsome!
Or a magician! Mr. Handsome Magician guy!
Or a spy! Spy's did this sort of thing all the time! He even had an agent number!
"Oh...oh my god...I could be British."
[A-4 is exiting the base camp to try and catch up with main alpha group]
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Manda rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 1:20 am
(( A5 is entering the tent, TAKE TWO! ))
His arm his arm, oh s**t his arm, it was broken, bleeding, it HURT ... and then there was an instant of pain, a loud CRACK of sound and then .... utter and complete darkness.
And then he woke up.
In the tent. Again. What the ... ********? Had the whole DYING thing been some kind of a dream? The Death Pony, the fighting, the broken arm ... all of it? What. Just ...what.
Okay so whatever, he wasn't dead. Magical revival or some s**t like that, right? He could deal with that. Pushing himself up off the cot he'd woken up on, Fiver wandered over to the table and grabbed another weapon, since he knew he would probably need one.
Then he grinned and charged out of the tent. "HEY GUYS!!"
(( A5 exiting tent, take two! ))
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danse-hexe rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 1:42 am
[α X is ENTERING the Alpha Base Tent.]
Hmmmm. A7 must have carried her back to the tent, while she was still asleep. Mysteriously, all her wounds had healed.. were medicine kits that effective?
Shrugging, A10 sat up and pouted. There was no one else in the tent.. had A7 just left her here, and gone off? After everything that had happened? Well, he'd get it for sure- when she found him, it'd be silent treatment time.
When she found him.
...if she could.. find him.
"Please be safe," she thought, pulling herself onto her feet. It all felt so surreal, waking up here again. Tracing her own footsteps towards the table with the backpacks. Like deja vu.. but now, the final test.
Picking up the backpack marked A10, she looked inside it... to find a dagger. Then again, she'd have laughed at getting nunchuks again. Pocketing the dagger, A10 slung the backpack over her shoulder.. and headed outside the tent.
Again.
[A10 EXITING Alpha Tent - Destination unknown at present.]
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 8:35 pm
[A-2 is entering the tent~]
A-Two hurried into the tent, breathing a little heavily - running through sand wasn't the easiest thing she'd ever done. But they needed the map.
The other bags were all gone by now. She was fairly sure there were squad-mates she hadn't met yet, but... well. Alpha Squad wasn't all she was, anymore, was it? She smiled grimly under the mask and grabbed the map off the table, rolling it up and clenching one fist around it.
Then she hurried back to the door and headed off across the sand again to rejoin her team.
[... and A-2 is exiting the tent!]
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