"No problem," Ryan said as the man walked out the doors. He tossed his plate into the dishwasher and made his way over to where the others were sitting. "Shoot, this whole situation is just crazy. Although that guy was looking at you pretty long after the other guy came in, Rayai, so I dunno, maybe he might try and help you stay on."
mess with him as much as you want, I just use him as a way of moving the story line. Use him as much as you want but if you do anything with him I don't like I'll mesage you about it.
He seems like a decent sized character that's not going to die within three posts. I feel that it just adds more to the story if he was portrayed as a real character. I hope that made sense.
for a few days because I am switching internet providers. I've already warned the GM of my absence and allowed him to control my character. Other people can control my character if they want. I will see you all soon, hopefully, and resume my posting. [HEADING=1]GOODBYE EVERYONE!! BE BACK ASAP! [/HEADING]
Cecil turned bemused, he had made arrangements and was given thirty minutes before the arrival. Things were turning out quite nicely if somewhat unaccordingly.
"So, are you here to discuss something or..."
Roscoe shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and pulled back his arm.
As he did so, several thoughts ran through his head, at the same speed, all next to eachother. Conflicting, contradixting and otherwise making a mental mess.
When his arm reached as far back is it could, he swung it forward with all his might.
Into Cecil's face.
As he made contact with the cheekbone, one of the many thoughts running through his head finally made contact too.
[i\]What if this doesn't knock him out? What if it kills him!? Or worse...[/i]
He felt his fist recoil off the other man's face, and stood frozen. Waiting to hear either a loud [i\]thud[/i] or boots scraping on the ground, trying to stand.
Roscoe's punch's Cecil who is sent flying, his head cracks on a nearby wall.
He is knocked out completely and should be out of action for hours, maybe even a day or two.
Rayai heard the sound of Cecil hitting the side of the ship. "What was that?" She quietly asked herself as she walked towards where she thought the sound came from. Into a room she walked and there was Roscoe standing there. She heard Cecil moan and exclaimed, "Roscoe! What did you do!" Horror shook through her voice as she ran towards the wounded man.
I forgot where Rayai was, so I just based this on the assumption that Cecil and Roscoe were in a seperate room.
Eryn meandered through the ship for several minutes until she heard a loud thump. She walked towards it casually and opened the door. She saw Rayai, on the floor next to an unconscious Cecil, and Roscoe a few feet away with a blood covered hand.
Eryn dropped to the floor and covered her mouth. She had never seen blood, never, and seeing it like this for the first time made her sick.
Eryn spoke, with her hand still over her mouth, with a horrified voice. "What happened?!"
Rayai hadn't registered that there was blood on Cecil and the ship. However, the smell of fresh blood started to find it's way to her nose. She had never smelled blood before. There were many times where she pricked her finger while in her lab, but never in such a quantity. It started to make her feel nauscious (sp). "I feel like I'm going to be sick." Rayai jumped to her feet and started to run out of the room, until she feel to the floor and blacked out.
Tig walk out seeing what happen and cock his head a bit. Never seeing what happen in a fight before. But he wasn't sicken like the rest. Due to the accident he had long ago. He saw Rayai ran out and blacked out on teh floor. He walk out and pick her up and took her to his room to rest on as he came back. "What should we do with him?" he wondered, looking at Cecil.
Ryan came running into the room, and observed the scene in front of him. Cecil lay on the floor, blood pooling behind his head, Roscoe the obvious culprit thanks to his stained fist. Aeryn stood there in a state of shock, and Tig just stood there, or so it appeared.
"Roscoe, you just knocked out the head guy on this trip! All the superiors back home are going to be really ticked off about this aren't they?"
Roscoe had heard voices. Everywhere. He had thought they were in his head at first, since they were oddly familiar and were clearly chastising his actions. When he turned to leave, he found the crew, [i\]his[/i] crew.
Coughing coarsely, rubbing his knuckles against his shirt, leaving an unsightly streak of dark red, he answered Ryan first.
"Yes. I knocked him unconscious... you... and the other, go ahead and... have a vote on what to do with him. As for the superiors... they'll never know."
He had waited a long time to say this.
"There are several... pods, on the ship... i'm sure. I'm not returning to Voluspa, and... if anyone else disagrees they can... leave."
He was breathing too fast. The opposite of what should be expected from a captain.
And the pausing... it made him sound indecisive, like a nervous idiot. What will they do?
[i\]What do you think Roscoe? You want to take them from home, you haven't explained why, either, they'll think you're one of those people at the third ward. The ones who can't be near other folks because they shout about things that don't exist. And they... lie about what Voluspa is...[/i]
He still knew... or thought he knew, that they would be better off away from there. [i\]Far[/i] away from there. Whether or not any of them agreed, he was never returning.
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