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entrancelogs2013-11-25 12:45 am
notthesecondworstfighter) wrote in entrancelogs2013-11-25 12:45 am
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Who: Agent Washington and you!
Where: Mostly in and around the prison.
When: Throughout the entire event.
Rating: Probably R. Because zombies.
Summary: Catch-all log for the event! Everyone is totally welcome, whether plotting happened or not.
The Story:
[In the beginning, he'd been pretty damn terrified, he won't even lie about that. Sure, he's pretty used to Wonderland messing with them, throwing all kinds of crazy events and whatnot at them, but zombies? That's not something he'd ever anticipated it doing, and definitely not something he ever wanted to happen. He's never been able to sit through zombie movies, so to essentially be stuck in one... It's been pretty rough on him.
Now that it's actually happening around him though, Wash is goddamn thankful for those few zombie movies he's attempted to sit through and that friends have tried to make him watch. Without those, he might not have known the trick to keeping them down. On the list of other things he's thankful for this time around, the top ranking are his heavy-duty armor, his weapons, and his military training. It makes it easy for him to survive. The training and good hand-eye coordination make picking of headshots with his rifle and his pistol no problem at all, long distance or close quarters, plus it helps a little with getting around when he needs to, and the armor... Well, obviously the armor keeps the zombies out if they get too close. But thankfully, he doesn't end up having many close calls.
As the days go by, Wash can typically be found inside the prison, and occasionally outside. If he's honest, he's too afraid to get too far away, unsure of whether there's actually anywhere safer than the prison or not. The farthest he gets is a little ways into the woods on the third day in, in a spur of the moment decision to give it a shot and see if there's somewhere better to hide out, though it ends in him turned around and running back when he runs into a huge herd of the zombies. Over the course of the event, he'll likely be found on his own, tense and sleep-deprived, but he's not afraid to leap out and come to the rescue if someone's taken by surprise, surrounded by more zombies they can handle, unable to defend themselves, etc. A lot of his time is actually spent looking for others who might require help. He feels like its his job, as someone experienced and capable, to look out for those who aren't.]
[ooc: as mentioned above, I'm totally okay with anyone jumping in, new and old CR alike! Prose or actionspam are a-ok with me, and I'd love to have Wash rescue people and/or work with them, whatever. I don't have any real specific plans for him, so yeah! Just specify what day you'd like to run into him and we're good to go! c: ]
Where: Mostly in and around the prison.
When: Throughout the entire event.
Rating: Probably R. Because zombies.
Summary: Catch-all log for the event! Everyone is totally welcome, whether plotting happened or not.
The Story:
[In the beginning, he'd been pretty damn terrified, he won't even lie about that. Sure, he's pretty used to Wonderland messing with them, throwing all kinds of crazy events and whatnot at them, but zombies? That's not something he'd ever anticipated it doing, and definitely not something he ever wanted to happen. He's never been able to sit through zombie movies, so to essentially be stuck in one... It's been pretty rough on him.
Now that it's actually happening around him though, Wash is goddamn thankful for those few zombie movies he's attempted to sit through and that friends have tried to make him watch. Without those, he might not have known the trick to keeping them down. On the list of other things he's thankful for this time around, the top ranking are his heavy-duty armor, his weapons, and his military training. It makes it easy for him to survive. The training and good hand-eye coordination make picking of headshots with his rifle and his pistol no problem at all, long distance or close quarters, plus it helps a little with getting around when he needs to, and the armor... Well, obviously the armor keeps the zombies out if they get too close. But thankfully, he doesn't end up having many close calls.
As the days go by, Wash can typically be found inside the prison, and occasionally outside. If he's honest, he's too afraid to get too far away, unsure of whether there's actually anywhere safer than the prison or not. The farthest he gets is a little ways into the woods on the third day in, in a spur of the moment decision to give it a shot and see if there's somewhere better to hide out, though it ends in him turned around and running back when he runs into a huge herd of the zombies. Over the course of the event, he'll likely be found on his own, tense and sleep-deprived, but he's not afraid to leap out and come to the rescue if someone's taken by surprise, surrounded by more zombies they can handle, unable to defend themselves, etc. A lot of his time is actually spent looking for others who might require help. He feels like its his job, as someone experienced and capable, to look out for those who aren't.]
[ooc: as mentioned above, I'm totally okay with anyone jumping in, new and old CR alike! Prose or actionspam are a-ok with me, and I'd love to have Wash rescue people and/or work with them, whatever. I don't have any real specific plans for him, so yeah! Just specify what day you'd like to run into him and we're good to go! c: ]
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[And with that last question, he sort of...comes to a long pause. Just. Staring. This is not one that he anticipated getting. Ever.
Uh.......]
No...? [It sounds like a question because he's confused but it's the real answer okay. Eventually, he snaps back and clears his throat. Awkwardly.] Uh, no. I don't...actually have my AI yet.
[...]
And I don't think any of the ones in our program are, uh. Sexy ladies.
[.......]
...Sorry?
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[John shrugs. He's being careful, not blurting out the whole "you're in a video game, probably" thing. But he's pretty sure about it now. Neat. When he's not so busy nearly being eaten by zombies, they will need to be bros.]
Sorry, I'm just curious and shit. I haven't really talked to people about where they come from in a while.
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I don't think that's what they're for...
[Actually, he knows that's not what AIs are for. The implication that AIs are just a replacement for porn to keep soldiers from getting too frustrated is absolutely ridiculous, given he knows what they're capable of.
And the fact that the ones he's seen are certainly not sexy or female.But the whole thing has him so caught off guard, his mind is sort of just...blank.]No, no-- It's okay. [Thankfully, it doesn't take too much to snap him back. Shaking his head, he raises a hand like that'll prevent further apologies.] It's fine! I get it. I've been really interested to learn about where other people here have come from, too. But, uh. No, that's not what AIs are for. Not even the sexy ones.
[...Wait, that sounds really weird.]
oh no he broke him DX
[John stands up, stretches his back a little.] You totally went through this awkward "sexsexsex" thing, right? Being fifteen is basically all about that, hehehe.
[Although, to be fair, he's had more of a chance to indulge in this sort of interest here than he would have had at home.]
lmao just a little bit! but it's wonderful
I'm not uncomfortable! [Yes he is. He's also indignant now, though it doesn't last long. Neither does the puffed out chest, for that matter. The idea that he might only be eighteen causes it to sink almost a little sadly.]
...Yeah. I mean, I guess? It's supposed to be one of those things everyone goes through around that age, and I don't exactly remember much, but...I do remember awkwardness. [Like it ever left him in the first place, pfft.] I'm 23, though. For the record.
[Because that matters. Gosh.]
glad you aren't weirded out ffff
to mess with. They should be friends.]I'm 15. And at some point we should totally hang out without you looking like a robot. But for now, I think I hear some shuffling headed this way. You game to team up?
oh my god no I love it, don't even worry <3
Hearing that they should hang out sometime though, Wash smiles a little, semi-amused.]
Sure. As long as there are no zombies around at the time, we could do that.
[Nod nod.]
But yeah, teaming up was sort of what I had in mind anyway. Now that I know you have powers and everything, anyway. [Otherwise he would have just dragged John along and protected him, you know.
Realizing he should probably take the lead on this one though, despite not being too confident in his leadership abilities, he raises his rifle and nods in the direction of the shuffling.]
Think we might as well head them off?