Remnants of the Earth

Aydan
3:44pm

Look what I found.

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The venue was nice!

The local children's hospital had rented out the Harriet Hotel for the charity's benefit dinner, which had gone smoothly. Good food, good people, and Gabriel had even wore a suit for it (a suit! And he looked pretty danged dapper if he did say so himself, which he did). He'd also had to give an impromptu speech, as one of the Pilots that had come to the event, and he thanked the gods that public speaking no longer fazed him, though doing a speech for a fancy and prestigious charity was a lot different than making an appearance at a gaming panel at a convention. He hoped people laughed because he was funny and not because he was awkward.

After dinner, the party moved down into the bar and lounge--probably to get people liquored up before the raffle, and before the donation box was passed around. It was while Gabriel was heading over to purchase tickets that he saw, right as a woman moved out of the way and cleared a path for him.

Aydan.

Aydan was fucking here?!

And he was right in front of him, practically face to face.

Gabriel froze in mid-step and just stared, because it was too late to slip back into the crowd. No. Freakin' Way.

Trigger Warning: Non-con/rape

It had been a long day on the job, and it felt good to be done and back in something more comfortable than that obnoxious red uniform. The first thing Jake had done was make a beeline to his apartment, throw on a pair of loose jeans and a fitted t-shirt, and grab his cigarettes--which he had been unfortunate enough to forget that day.

Not having them made the day much longer than it needed to be.

Mission accomplished, he headed to the business district to nab a bite to eat, lit cigarette held between his fingers and other hand stuffed in his jeans pocket. Hrm. The worst thing ever was having a craving for something and not knowing what. Noodles? Pizza? He passed by a pasta place and considered it for a moment, but it looked new, and the smells coming out were...dubious.

He was still debating taking chances when a the door opened and man hastily exited, shoving Jake out of the way as he went.

And, of course, as luck would have it he fumbled and dropped his cigarette, which the man squashed as he went by.

"Thanks, asshole!" he shouted after the guy, but he was already gone, and Jake decided the pasta place was a no.

He headed back onto the main strip and pulled out another cigarette--and realized then that he'd left behind his lighter.

Argh.

Maybe this was his sign that he needed coffee, too.

With a sigh, he turned to the nearest guy, an older gentleman, and tapped his arm to get his attention. "Hey, you got a light?"

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Name
Francis Bard
He just goes by "Bard". |:
Age
36
Gender
Male
Species
Human
Ethnicity
Serenian
Height
6'0"
Occupation
Owner of a jewellery store chain.
Residence
Libra, mostly.

__________________IN-DEPTH STUFF

Physical Description
Wavy strawberry blond hair, light blue eyes, and light skin. Bard looks a bit younger than he is, with a sort of boyish youthfulness. Tall, with a lean frame.

Style wise, he enjoys a casual but classy style.

Personality
Bard is a terrible human being.

That is really all there is to say on the matter. |:

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So, one of his assignments for the day was something Dakota couldn't really think of as anything other than busywork, to keep him occupied and working since none of the Pilots had any use for him until later that day, when he would be helping to teach a class. But while "busywork" often carried a negative connotation, he wasn't actually bothered by this! Because this assignment had him back at the ATC, which made it pretty convenient, because it meant he could say hello to old friends and just hang around his old haunt.

That, and it was a pretty cute assignment, anyway. Help orient a new candidate until her mentor, who was currently on a mission she would be returning from later that day, could meet up with her? Aw yis. That was something he could do! New candidates were always adorable. Usually terrified, but adorable nonetheless! Hopefully he could help with that.

He had been given her number, as like all candidates she was given a special cellphone, and so he fired off a quick text to her to remind her of the meeting, just in case. New candidates always had so much on their minds, it was an easy mistake to make!

Dakota
10:23am

Hey there, Seranė! This is Dakota. Just a reminder about our meeting at 10:30! Meet me in front of the cafeteria, okay? I'm already there! I'm the guy with the red hair. You can't miss me!

Okay, maybe not the best identifying feature, but there weren't any other red-heads around that he could see, so it worked! Not many other identifying features he could use, really; he was currently in his drab Stage 5 uniform. Gods, would it feel great when he could permanently leave that fashion disaster behind!

The utility closet was Arrow's old friend. She'd utilized it once, when she'd first arrived in the ATC, to escape from some bullies back when she'd been a nobody. Back before she'd started dating a higher level candidate who was buddies with a Pilot known for being dangerous. She hadn't anticipated needing it again. But ever since they'd gently, mutually broken it off and her ex had long since graduated, well...

It was open season, again.

The shy ones were always easy targets, and bullies tended to be cowards, but knowing that didn't help her much. Oh, sure, she'd grown a backbone since coming here--the drills and training and new reality of her world did that. She'd learned to fight back, and to talk back. But a backbone didn't do much good when it was three on one and you were smaller.

Thank goodness she was also faster.

And that's how she found herself locked in a utility closet.

Yup. Locked.

Oh, she'd escaped the bullies, all right. She'd dashed away and hidden herself in the closet, which had worked awesomely several months back. But this time they were onto her, for it was hard to hide from a psychic. She'd braced herself for a fight, prepared for them to drag her out--

And instead, laughing, they'd locked the damned door.

Their voices had long since faded down the hall as they headed off to the cafeteria for a lunch it looked like she'd be missing. With a groan, Arrow leaned back against the wall and slid down until she was seated atop an upended bucket, cleaning supplies scattered at her feet and two mops competing for space and insisting on leaning on her no matter how she rearranged them.

She let out another sigh, chin resting on her hand.

Maybe she could kick the door out?

That would be pretty cool, busting on out of captivity like that. What wouldn't be so cool was being found here. How pathetic was that?

Arrow waited several minutes, just to be sure the hall was clear, and then pushed the bucket out of the way so she could sit on the dusty floor and brace against the wall. Pulling her knees to her chest, she kicked out as hard as she could and then cursed as the impact went right through her, and the door didn't budge.

Apparently I spaced out and only posted an away notice on SotE. D8 WHOOPS. In any case, I'm back! And it was a blast! And I cosplayed, lololol. xD

I'll be catching up over the next few days! 8D

Food was hard to come by on the frontier, and Des was beginning to grow desperate.

He had passed through a small frontier town and raided the rubbish heaps and drank from the horse troughs, but before he could think about where on earth he was going to get some clothes so he could blend in and ask for a place to stay, he'd been caught and forced to run or get shot.

Now back out in the dusty middle of nowhere, tongue lolling out of his powerful jaws, Des felt himself running low on options.

He needed to eat, and he needed to hydrate, or he was going to die.

He'd managed to sate both basic needs by catching rabbits or slaughtering livestock here and there, their meat and blood providing the nourishment he needed. But he hadn't seen an animal for miles now.

Maybe he should turn back and take his chances, show up naked and beg for help, say some criminals stole his shit. Maybe. That sounded the logical choice, but part of him was paranoid they'd be able to figure out that he was a criminal, himself, dumped out into the middle of nowhere and left to die. Others had, but he had a hyena's endurance.

Sniffing the air, that was when a new scent caught his nose, something distinctly mammalian, canine, and he began to salivate. Good enough. He'd take it. When he was younger, he would have been queasy at the thought of eating a dog, but nowadays he couldn't afford to be picky.

Picking up his pace, he loped toward the source, licking his lips in anticipation.

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