"Then I guess I've found it - does that mean I win?" His fingers stole out to circle around her wrist. He expected her to pull back but hoped, she would allow him to continue. Harvard walked his fingers up under her sleeve, pushing it up just enough. With his free hand, his dominant hand, he pulled out one of the newer pens he'd found - full of ink. Deliberately, he wrote his room number on her bare skin.
"A gift." He pressed the pen into her palm. "I thought you might appreciate something that remains useful for more than five minutes, Caroline. There's no telling how long it will last."
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Character's name: Dr. Harvard Falls Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #80 Jersey Number: -- BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 35 year old linguistic anthropology professor. Dark hair and beard. Smokes. [x]
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 8:47 pm
[Dorms]
Holding her jersey--one of the last in the pile by the time she'd gotten to it--close, Ruia turned it over. 26, 26... She didn't have any particular attachment to the number, though she did wryly hope she lived to see 26. That would be nice. Well... the number could be a wish, then, that she would live to see 26. She was 24 as it was, so if she lived until then, another couple years, maybe that would be long enough for the crisis to be over and for life to be returning to peace. Normalcy was probably permanently out of the question. ...Who was she kidding? She knew very well she'd been lucky so far and would be lucky to see another couple days.
She slipped the jersey on, though, thankful for the extra layer between her and what all was out there. Now... to find someone to team up with and get some work done around the place...
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Character's name: Ruia Abreu Character's faction: University Character's journal link: [x] Character's survival stats: [x] Jersey Number: 26 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: She's of average height and build, with shoulder-length curly brown hair, brown skin, and reddish eyes.
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Claiming 26, please!
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 10:37 pm
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The only evident reaction to his touch was the slight relaxation of her hand; otherwise, Caroline neither spoke nor moved, watching with a patient curiosity to see where this led. The numbers that he left on her skin coaxed out a smile and a pleasant hum, and the gift paired with his remarks earned a small, appreciative laugh. He'd remembered so well. How fun.
"How right you are. Thank you. And--well, if you don't feel like you've won yet," she murmured, slowly turning the pen over in her hands as her stare met his eyes, "I'm sure I'll change your mind."
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Character's name: Dr. Caroline 'Kendall' Character's faction: University - 1 Character's journal link:⑨ Character's survival stats: -- Jersey Number: 09
Character Description: 5'8" + a few inches from boot heels. Disheveled dark red hair that is loosely pulled/pinned back in at least 5 places, always falls over her right eye. Green eyes that seem a bit empty. Faltering makeup. White coat with a faculty badge clipped onto it. Often visibly a few pieces short of her brainpuzzle.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 2:09 pm
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Dr. Hubertson had managed to get a decent enough shower during his scheduled time, and once dressed, wandered from the common area where he had been reading with a National Geographic under one arm.
He looked about at the students and faculty spilling out in the hallways as usual.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 3:47 pm
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A great deal of time later, Rook had made it back to the dorm building and judging by the newly acquired coating of dust on his clothes, and the way he was sneezing and sniffling, he had just returned from dusting detail. "Word to the wise, don't blow on the dust." He scrubbed at his cheek with his sleeve to emphasize the point. Which of course only spread the dust and dirt, making it much more visible.
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Character's name: Rook Character's faction: University Character's journal link:View Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERVisual Ref Jersey Number: 25
Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 7:47 pm
[Library]
Thank god or whatever deity there was that the books still remained. Well, most of them. Some particularly dry tomes had been used as fuel for fires to keep the students and faculty warm. But, other than that, this was a place of relative comfort for Harvard. On the table in front of him were several scattered pages - bits of thesis on each page. Some did not quite make sense. Or rather, they would not make sense to anyone but him.
And, after checking all the entrances besides the main one (which he had entered by), Harvard put his feet up on the table and stretched. Could he get away with shirking some duties and just lazing around in here?
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Character's name: Dr. Harvard Falls Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #80 Jersey Number: -- BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 35 year old linguistic anthropology professor. Dark hair and beard. Smokes. [x]
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 6:34 pm
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Cecil had come back for a moment, just a brief moment to catch his breath and get himself together. He lingered in the commons area, pacing and bumping into things since he couldn't quite see them properly. The black eye was now in full bloom across his face but he was less concerned about seeing properly and more concerned about what was to come.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 6:45 pm
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"You got off lucky!" Corey whistled as she walked into the room, only taking that quick moment to assess Cecil and his state of wellbeing. The black eye was obvious, his eye swollen painfully, but otherwise he seemed mostly alright. Well, as much as anyone could, under the circumstances. "Should I find you a cane?" She offered, teasingly, as she wandered over to him.
"How's the field looking?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 6:56 pm
Cecil looked up at the sound of Corey's voice, trying to smile and nodded in agreement. "I did." Others hadn't been as lucky. A lot of other people.
"A cane? Do I look like I am that-" He seemed to answer his own question as he stepped forward and bumped into one of the few chairs they still had in the commons area. It toppled over with a bang and he sigh in response. "Point made."
Leaning down to right the chair again Cecil tried to give some consideration to Corey's next question. "Things are going as well as they can I suppose but its a mess out there, Corey. Do we have a backup plan for if this doesn't work out? I don't know if we can really trust the bandits." He thought about mentioning the radio he had found and the things he had heard but maybe he was thinking too much into it. He didn't have a full understanding of what was being said.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 7:24 pm
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Corey laughed as he only proved her point, and wandered around, kicking at debris until she found something he could use as a stick. At one point, it had probably been a curtain rod…which was probably for the best, considering he was a giant.
"Here you go, big guy. If you want it." She offered it out to him, figuring it would do its job, despite being a little weak. He announced his concerns, and Corey's expression fell, looking more serious than she had been. "I don't think we can trust them either." She admitted with a sigh. "But our hands are tied. We're losing too much, without anything to gain; this leap of faith is really our only option right now." Her head shook sadly, and she reached out to pat one of his arms. "All we can do is grab as much as we can from them, and when it looks like they're going to turn tail, run back here and fortify ourselves until the threat's over." It was a very sad truth.
"If you have suggestions though, I'm all ears."
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 7:35 pm
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When Corey approached with the curtain rod Cecil couldn't help but chuckle but he still took it with a word of thanks. It wouldn't serve as a weapon by any means but at least it was something to gauge his distances.
It was hard to hear that they didn't have much of a choice but he knew Corey was right. Without aid of some sort their supplies would be shot, their defenses would fall shortly after and then where would they be?
"Not....good suggestions and certainly nothing I would want to risk anyone's lives over." He pulled out the radio that he kept in his back pocket. He had found it while he was scavenging. "I could just be over reacting, but I am worried about some of the things I have heard coming through this thing." He sighed a bit. "I don't know if what I am hearing is information or someone leading me on."
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 7:42 pm
[Dorms]
Her gaze flickered over towards the radio, staring at it for a moment before she realized not only what it was, but what it was clearly doing.
"That thing…actually works?" She breathed out, surprised. "That's…that's really…huh." Whether or not it was a good thing was up in the air, but if what he said was true, he was hearing things. From other people. People on the outside. People who might help. "What've they been saying? What's worrying you?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 7:57 pm
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"Yeah, I was surprised to." He turned the knob on the top and the radio clicked to life, crackled, and was silent. For now no one was talking. "At first when I heard things it wasn't anything that made sense. Shapes, colors, that sort of thing. I think I heard the bandits or maybe someone else talking about how the factions were going to die anyway so it didn't matter what we did.... And then I heard something about the epidemic having spread world wide. There was a number to call...umm...222 9121. It was one of those eight hundred numbers." He paused, staring at the radio. "Do you really think its spread that far?"
The radio crackled in his hand and a familiar voice filtered through. Was that Rook?
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 8:23 pm
[Dorms]
"…Jesus." Corey cursed, wrapping her arms around her middle, holding herself in the wake of the news. "That can't be right. I hope to whatever is listening, that that part isn't true." Was all of this for nothing? Was this just a losing battle? Waiting and suffering until their inevitable, unpreventable end?
She shook her head.
"Can you keep me updated? Like when there's something important-sounding on there? Maybe I can get someone to call that number. We might have just enough juice to power a phone…800-222-9121 right?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 8:32 pm
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The silence of the radio was suddenly interrupted with chatter, but none of it seemed important. After a quick exchange to verify that who he had heard was indeed Rook, Cecil went silent once again.
"Looks like I'm not the only one with a radio." He looked back to Corey sorry to give her the news on what he had heard. He didn't know if it was true, he hoped it wasn't, but there was no way to be sure. "Yeah I'll keep you updated. I'm sure I can find a pen or pencil around here somewhere to write stuff down." He paused a bit at the number as she repeated it to him. It didn't quite sound right. "800? Maybe 888...sorry. I was really focused on remembering the other bit and now I can't remember which." This was why he needed to write stuff down.
