In most cases, Professor Voss tends to work alone, and now more than ever he wants to never be seen by human eyes wearing this ridiculous, embarrassing jersey as he rummages for supplies around campus -- might as well pull his own weight as best he can, even if he looks stupid with it now.
He has meticulously tied the issued bag to his cane and the flashlight tucked under an arm as he wordlessly sets off like a ghost in the night towards the lecture hall he used to lord over back when things were normal.
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Character's name: Character's faction: Character's journal link:Yo Character's survival stats: Frederich VossView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Frederich is a grim-faced old man with a wiry build, sunken eyes, and bony hands. He walks with a cane and carries himself with much importance, as he places a lot of stock in being seen as intimidating by others. Grey hair tied back in a short ponytail, ghostly pale skin, almost anachronistic way of dress. His coat is padded to make himself look bigger than he actually is. WIP sketch, on the left.
James had absolutely no problem with the rules set before the freshman university members - he had zero interest in leaving the already dimly lit corridors for the yawning darkness of the rest of the campus. No, he liked it nice, and safe, and in areas where he could search in vain for an unused battery pack for his precious, precious phone.
As such, he found himself aimlessly wandering his old lecture halls, the handy (and thoughtfully provided) Emerston bag in one hand and flashlight in the other.
Apparently however, someone else had arrived there first.
"HELLO," he yelled, perhaps louder than necessary. After all, the guy looked old - could he be hard of hearing? It was better to be safe than sorry!
Aimlessly, he rummaged in a nearby backpack, pulling out a recipe for beans. One that somehow didn't involve...cooking the beans? But wait! There was more. Underneath the bag was a whole $2.
And a bottle of water. Sweet, sweet water. He threw it, and the recipe and money into the bag. Before leaving, he approached the older man.
"WOULD YOU LIKE SOME HELP?"
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Cerise kept to the pools of dim light like she was a fish and the shadows were dry land. She knew that scavenging was necessary, and while she didn't feel at all bad about going through other peoples' things in the name of survival, she couldn't help but wonder what had happened to those who had left them there.
She tried not to think too hard on it.
She hadn't noticed the others already in the lecture hall and startled, badly, as someone called out. She tripped over someone's open book bag and yelped as she crashed into a desk, nearly knocking it over. "Sorry," Cerise said immediately, straightening herself up and smoothing her hands over her jersey as if to make sure she was still in one piece. "I didn't see you guys there. Well--safety in numbers, right?" She tried for a smile and almost succeeded, feeling the failed attempt on her face and turning her attention instead to the bounty at her feet. She rummaged through a couple discarded book bags, finding a few vegan-hipster-wannabe recipes and pocketing them--they might actually be useful, with their limited resources--and a toonie that someone probably no longer had any use for.
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Frederich curled his upper lip. Additions were exactly what he needed, truly, and he turns his head towards the newcomers with a tired-looking scowl.
"I can hear you just fine," he enunciates slowly and sharply at Frank, each word dripping with venom. Just because his knee doesn't work as it should doesn't mean his ears don't work too. Honestly, the way the lecture hall is built just amplifies the noise to an irritating degree, as if the man's hearing wasn't sensitive as it is.
"And I should have you know," he says rather pointedly, then proceeds to raise his voice to almost a roar that echoes through the building, "There is NO YELLING IN THE LECTURE HALL!"
If only he could follow his own advice, right? He doesn't even bother hiding how offended he is, with widened eyes and bared teeth as he tightly squeezes the handle of his cane. Congratulations on discovering why Professor Voss is the least-liked man in the school.
"Why not be like this fine young lady instead," he says, temporarily regaining his composure as he motions to Cerise, "Who announced her presence without SHOUTING IT TO EVERYBODY as if we couldn't hear! Now then, since we're all here, let us set off and see what we can find and pray that it's of any use."
Although it's not food, he does find a small assortment of abandoned sweaters in the chaos -- they may or may not have curious stains, but no holes and decent enough condition for someone else to wear. He rests his cane on the back of a nearby chair and meticulously folds the bulky garments to stuff inside the plastic bag that had been provided to him at departure, as well as some cereal bars and a half-empty bottle of water. Of course it's half-empty.
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Character's name: Frederich Voss Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Yo Character's survival stats: Frederich VossView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Frederich is a grim-faced old man with a wiry build, sunken eyes, and bony hands. He walks with a cane and carries himself with much importance, as he places a lot of stock in being seen as intimidating by others. Grey hair tied back in a short ponytail, ghostly pale skin, almost anachronistic way of dress. His coat is padded to make himself look bigger than he actually is. WIP sketch, on the left.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 10:34 pm
James blinked cheerfully into the onslaught.
"Oh dear, I am so sorry sir! You're right, that was very abelist" - a word he'd proudly picked up on tumblr - "of me."
His head snapped to the sound of clattering desks just seconds before the older gentlemen pointed out they had acquired a new party member. He clapped his hands enthusiastically, falling into his talking-to-toddlers voice out of habit.
"Oh, a new friend! What fun! I like your shirt, it's very shirty! Why don't we go out together and explore? Safety in numbers! EVERYONE HOLD HANDS!"
He held out both his hands for emphasis, smiling with genuine warmth and enthusiasm.
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At one time, Cerise would have considered the professor's dressing down of the other student the height of entertainment. Now, the older man's shouted response had her fighting back frightened shivers. It wasn't that she sympathized for her fellow student as much as the past month had taught her that nothing good came of loud noises.
Though the professor looked and sounded as though he could drive the infected off with snark alone. That would have been something to see. She nodded grateful acknowledgment at the professor before wandering off after the other student.
She paused in the hall as the younger man started talking down at them. An eyebrow quirked upward, haughty, vaguely reminiscent of vocal and confident woman she had been a month ago. There was little sass left in her now; instead of snapping back at the student, she merely exchanged a nonplussed look with the professor that clearly said Is this guy for real?
"I'll, uh. I'll pass," she said, giving the student as wide a berth as she could before wandering into the guidance counselor's office. "You feel free to go on doing you, though
Rummaging in one of the drawers produced some untouched pens--practically worth their weight in gold here, quickly secreted into her pockets--and a couple of stuffed mascot toys. Her fingers lingered over their soft, plush fur before she decided to take them with her. For their stuffing and fabric, she told herself, in case they were needed for something.
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Character's name: Cerise Character's faction: University Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Cerise Mitchell (View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER African-American; 5'8", brown eyes, brown hair; dresses casually: flats, plain colored leggings, slightly baggy, flowy shirts
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"In case you haven't noticed," Frederich glares in the direction of Thomas, "This is a quarantine scenario, not a daycare. I suggest you wisen up and speak to your colleagues as they were adults, which we are, and to me in particular as your superior. And I want to make it abundantly clear that I am not holding anybody's hand."
Professor Voss is very, very glad this man isn't a law student, for he is certain the boy wouldn't last a day in his class.
Still, he moves with the group, trailing them like a scrawny buzzard into the guidance counselor's office to scavenge for more wares. He might find something useful, after all...
Nothing.
A well past due rotten egg sandwich (yech), and some stuffed animals. He frowns deeply, running a thumb over the soft, plush fur as he appraises the soft toy. He's not even sure what purpose the little creatures would serve, only that he's found a whole trove of them. At least the sweaters could be worn and provide warmth to those that need it, and he didn't want to encourage students to start sucking their thumbs, to boot.
A more sentimental person would have taken pity on the dear things and brought them back to the dorms, but Frederich is not that person.
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Character's name: Frederich Voss Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Yo Character's survival stats: Frederich VossView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Frederich is a grim-faced old man with a wiry build, sunken eyes, and bony hands. He walks with a cane and carries himself with much importance, as he places a lot of stock in being seen as intimidating by others. Grey hair tied back in a short ponytail, ghostly pale skin, almost anachronistic way of dress. His coat is padded to make himself look bigger than he actually is. WIP sketch, on the left.
"You are so right, miss! I do love doing me!" He followed the other two into the old guidance office.
"Yes sir! Of course, sir!" he replied, his enthusiasm ramping up as opposed to being dimmed. He yanked open a nearby file cabinet. It was so nice, making friends, he thought, whistling to himself and almost not noticing the gummy bears stashed deep beneath some paperwork.
"What luck!" he crowed. Further rummaging produced mascot plushies - also carefully tucked into his bag.
"You know, I always found that singing helped make the work go by faster!" He used to sing to his cats in Atsume Neko all the time. "Do you two know Itsy Bitsy Spider?!"
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HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
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Is this Hell? Is Professor Voss in Hell right now? Where is this man-child's off switch? It's bad enough he's trapped on campus, but stuck with the most blastedly cheerful student he's ever had the misfortune of encountering is a new and unprecedented kind of pain. He knew the college attracted all types, and people from all walks of life, but he never asked to be in the same room as the human golden retriever.
"Please," he begs, closing his eyes and scrunching up his face. "No singing. No yelling, no horseplay, no singing."
If he were a robot he'd be hammering a 'NO FUN ALLOWED' sign into the ground right now.
"And if you start quoting Disney movies at me I am returning to the dormitories and leaving you to the infected," he adds dryly.
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Character's name: Character's faction: Character's journal link:Yo Character's survival stats: Frederich VossView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Frederich is a grim-faced old man with a wiry build, sunken eyes, and bony hands. He walks with a cane and carries himself with much importance, as he places a lot of stock in being seen as intimidating by others. Grey hair tied back in a short ponytail, ghostly pale skin, almost anachronistic way of dress. His coat is padded to make himself look bigger than he actually is.
