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Played by  ✗  29 Posts Nils Viklund
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he/him/his
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Level V Patient Zero
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Jabberwockies
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Associate of the Hearts Gang
Rank
Trafficker
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The last time he was out this way, he had no real sentience about him. He'd been drawn there by blood and by the instincts that come with all that. For a while, he'd hung around here, just finding it to be an area where he could survive, really. Nothing more to it than that. He didn't like it, nor did he dislike it. There was no capacity to like or dislike.

Now, he's come here on his own accord. Same sort of reason-- he's not entirely hungry, it's not really that he's in the mood for a hunt.. or maybe he is. Honestly, he's always in the mood for a hunt. He's learning each and every day a little bit more about how powerful he really is, and he's enjoying himself.

It's getting late, but it's not dark yet. Again, he's wearing his sunglasses which might come off as suspicious, but he is genetically prone to photosensitivity, even when he was human. Blue eyes, and all.

He's hanging around one of the old gas stations, just kind of.. standing there, looking out across the highway. Leather jacket partially open, smoking a cigarette near the old abandoned building. There just aren't that many people out and about today, which is a bit disappointing but also, he's enjoying being able to appreciate time to himself. It's not all about killing and feeding anymore.

So when he hears someone approaching-- quite a ways off yet, further away then how far a human could hear, he glances in their direction and flicks the cigarette away, blowing the smoke out carelessly and turning the corner of the building so he's not visible. If they stop, he could have some fun. Why not?

Tag Jacqueline Sadowski
Posted 05-05-2021, 11:36 AM This post was last modified: 05-06-2021, 07:52 PM by Nils Viklund
Played by  ✗  6 Posts Jacqueline Sadowski
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She, her, hers
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Human
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Eclipse
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right hand
Rank
mechanic/tinkerer
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And someone was indeed approaching.

Backpack slunk over one shoulder and gun holstered about the belt on her hip, Jacqueline traversed what was possibly one of her least favorite places. Open from every imaginable angle and prone to roaming packs of infected, it was—Jacqueline imagined distantly—the equivalent of Hell on Earth.

Had to be.

She would have never strayed this way, but there was hope somewhere in the back of her mind that nagged her for risk– not for the risk itself, no, but rather the slim chance that maybe—just maybe she would find what it was she was looking for.

And so she marched onward with keen eyes and poise to her step. She felt tense, frankly– tense in a way that had her almost jumpy for it. Perhaps it was the hour. Perhaps it was the location. Perhaps it was both.

Jacqueline loathed it either way.

To her left was a gas station; several feet separated them—well over sixty—but her hand instinctively hovered over the holster as experience told her to err on the side of caution.
Posted 05-09-2021, 09:06 AM
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