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Post by tortemarra on Jun 19, 2015 15:54:03 GMT -4
"Yeah... Just patched up my leg 'ere. So, who needs help?" Aaron smiled weakly.
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Post by FroobUltimate 2.0 on Jun 20, 2015 0:29:53 GMT -4
Name: Mick Scarpa
Alias: None
Age: 28
Appearance: Scarpa is a tough yet skinny man at about average height. Like most Italian men, he has a slight tan and black hair. He gels his hair back with a few containers of hair gel he brought with him, despite their actual uselessness. He wears a gray leather jacket with several silver zippers all over it over a maroon v-neck shirt. He wears white jeans.
Personality: Scarpa is a very outwards and brutally honest person. He rarely keeps secrets or tells lies. He is a clever man with wits sharpened from his time on the streets, and while he has no formal education beyond 10th grade, he is an excellent problem solver.
Former Occupation: A made man. He was an official initiated member of the Italian Mafia.
Current Occupation: Stowaway. He snuck his way onto the ship.
Biography: Mick was born in the city to a poor family, as most mobsters and criminals in general are. He did awfully in school and was held back twice, and he had to leave school early to get a job to help pay debts, including a significant amount of money from a loan shark. He worked multiple shifts at a fast food restaurant, but it wasn't nearly enough to pay the whopping 500,000 dollars of debt (which, adjusting for inflation, is 75,000 in 2015 dollars.) Eventually, the loan shark (who accounted for about half of the debt) approached him one day with a money making opportunity. He offered to drop 100,000 off of the debt right away if Mick stole a supercar for him. Mick accepted, and stole a car from the great grandson of a former electronics company CEO. Mick began whittling away at the debt, job after job, doing things from burning down houses to robbing banks, Mick was initiated into the crime syndicate this all benefited: the Mafia. He began working as a smuggler for the mob and became one of the best. With the ongoing star death crisis, the mob boss asked for the aid of Mick. He requested that Mick smuggle him on Prometheus, and, in return, Mick could come along. Mick accepted, and planned for days. He eventually managed to find a way through an emergency gate on the bottom of the ship. They both hid in the cargo hold, surviving off of crumbs. When they needed to abandon ship, they sneaked into the pods on the ship, each hiding in the cargo holds. His boss, unfortunately, ended up on pod 2.
(Also, a note: don't you need a genetic diversity of at least 50 individuals to continue a species?)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2015 12:49:26 GMT -4
(So he's the guy who stole my cousin's car...)
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Post by FroobUltimate 2.0 on Jun 20, 2015 13:03:22 GMT -4
(He stole a lotta cousins cars.)
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Post by Piment on Jun 21, 2015 19:41:00 GMT -4
(Froob, you're accepted)
"Come with me, Sally is hurt." Gustavo says, taking Aaron outside, right where Sally is.
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Post by FroobUltimate 2.0 on Jun 21, 2015 20:21:00 GMT -4
Mick stands up, his small suitcase in front of him. The impact slammed him against the wall, since he wasn't in a seat, strapped in like everyone else. No no, he was hiding in the cargo room. He comes, walking out slowly, aching all over. Fortunately, the impact was evenly balanced across his body and didn't have it quite as bad as everyone else. He's probably going to be busted as a stowaway, though.
His black suitcase contains a few luxuries he was arsed to pack: a case of (smuggled) Cubans, a white tee and black shorts, some hair gel, his Walther P99 and two clips, maybe some paper and a pen. He has a pack of matches in his jacket pocket as well.
"What... the hell..." He mutters.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2015 20:22:29 GMT -4
"SHI-" Sally begins to yell before noticing the two men enter. "I told you, I'm fine!" (I feel like nothing is happening to me except for a pity party.)
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Post by FroobUltimate 2.0 on Jun 21, 2015 20:42:45 GMT -4
Mick looks at the injured girl, sympathizing with her. He opens the suitcase to take a Cuban cigar out. He lights it with a match and puffs it. As a criminal, he's experienced similar things. Hes been shot at, beat down, cut, and smashed up. He beared through it on a regular basis, and usually got patched up by a mob doctor. He could only imagine the pain such a sheltered woman such as herself with no help would feel.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2015 21:31:52 GMT -4
"BACK OFF YOU DOUCHEBAG!" Her leg hurt.
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Post by FroobUltimate 2.0 on Jun 21, 2015 21:40:17 GMT -4
Wow, hurtful words. Especially so, considering they're directed at a man who only opened his suitcase to get a smoke.
Mick's back is killing him. He decides he needs to find a place to rest, so he walks out of the Jumper, flicking some cigar ashes in Sally's hair as he passes so to be a jerk to Sally for what she said. Once he steps out of the Jumper, he examines the place they landed.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2015 21:50:37 GMT -4
Sally growls gutterally. "BARBOSA, HOLD ME BACK!"
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Post by FroobUltimate 2.0 on Jun 21, 2015 21:55:46 GMT -4
I turn back to look at Sally. I smirk, and say, "You really want to try me?"
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Post by Piment on Jun 22, 2015 14:09:49 GMT -4
Gustavo walks out of the Puddle Jumper, he suddenly see a strange man near Sally.
"Hey, you!" He shouts towards the unknown man.
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Post by FroobUltimate 2.0 on Jun 22, 2015 14:15:23 GMT -4
(I'm not near Sally, nor was I ever near Sally for any point other than when I passed her to flick ashes in her hair. Just leaving this as a note.)
Mick turns, looking at the man.
"Oh, hello. Who might you be?"
He puffs his cigar.
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Post by Piment on Jun 22, 2015 14:19:51 GMT -4
(Oh. Ok. Let's say I got out in another side of the Jumper, probably nearby you.)
"I'm commander Barbosa, of the Prometheus. I don't remember you entering on the Jumper during the evacuation. Anyway, are you hurt?" He asks, trying to seem friendly despite he senses something strange about this man.
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Post by FroobUltimate 2.0 on Jun 22, 2015 14:24:30 GMT -4
"I'm fine. I hit the wall pretty hard, but it's nothing too serious," he says.
He reaches into his suitcase and pulls out another cigar.
"Cuban cigar?" he asks, offering Barbosa the cigar.
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Post by Piment on Jun 22, 2015 14:30:41 GMT -4
"What the? Do you realize there are people here who need help? Instead of smoking, can you please help me with the..." Gustavo stops talking as a strange, loud noise comes from the south. Birds fly away from the treeline, scared.
"Did you hear that?" He asks to the man
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Post by FroobUltimate 2.0 on Jun 22, 2015 14:35:39 GMT -4
Mick looks around, looking around.
"It's probably nothing. Let's patch these people up."
(I'd like to note you broke your "Earth Life" rule twice by referencing birds and trees)
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Post by Piment on Jun 22, 2015 14:43:43 GMT -4
(Oh, thanks. I'll edit it right away, switching to "strange animals")
"I'm still worried about that. We are on an alien planet. Who knows what is here? But fine, let's help these survivors and try to set a small camp. What's your name?" He asks.
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Post by FroobUltimate 2.0 on Jun 22, 2015 14:47:44 GMT -4
"My name is Mick," he says, picking up a gauze roll.
"Are you sure you didn't see me board?"
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Post by Piment on Jun 22, 2015 14:52:42 GMT -4
"No I didn't... But with all that panic during the evacuation, I don't think I saw every single person that came aboard." He says, taking a look at the ship.
"At least we made it, right? We did hit the ground and we got hurt, but things could be worst, like the passengers in Puddle Jumper 2."
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Post by FroobUltimate 2.0 on Jun 22, 2015 14:54:34 GMT -4
"Yeah, I heard that," Mick said.
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Post by Piment on Jun 22, 2015 14:59:39 GMT -4
(I think I'll skip the entire "finding survivors and organizing stuff" part because that will take too long. What do you think?)
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Post by FroobUltimate 2.0 on Jun 22, 2015 15:01:10 GMT -4
(It's all part of the charm of a survival game. Leave it in.)
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Post by galacticvoyager on Jun 24, 2015 14:50:24 GMT -4
Name:
Charlie Bracket
Alias:
Xeno-C
Age:
25
Appearance:
a thin black haired man with glasses, he is 6"3 and his mass is average for his hight
Personality:
normally happy, he is kind and generous when happy. but when angry he can be mean and nasty.
Former occupation:
Scientist
Current Occupation:
Scientist
Biography:
Charlie Bracket was born in London, England. at School he showed a large interest on science and biology, at the age of 16 he got 2 PHD`s for science and biology. later on he became one of the crew members of Prometheus, he still kept his job as scientist but grew more interested in xeno-biology, when Prometheus was struck his story began...
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