Connor’s Comments (group member since Aug 25, 2012)

Connor’s comments from the Aftermath group.

You lot are no fun!
Role play!!! Its way more fun than actually doing productive things!!

Ryan's nightmares had come true. His family was dead. He was alone. He had no one and no where to go. He wished he could die right now. Maybe he would get to seem them on some 'other side'. But he was never a religious man. The Wars beat it out of him.
Instead of crying and throwing himself off the building, like he so wanted to do, he whistled and shouted "Warren! Here boy!"
The giant Bernese Mountain dog came running up the steps and sat itself next to Ryan. He petted him softly and whispered, "They are gone buddy. We can stop looking. At least they are out of this Hell-of-a world.
He looked up to Fallen, "Thank you for bringing this news to me Fallen. It helps a lot. Where is your sister? Your practically attached to the hip. Did you get separated?" He asked her in a quite, calm voice.
He looked down at Kat, who was practically silent. He wondered where she came from, and if she was going to be alright. She seemed lost and lonely.

"True." He said, looking at the girl again. "Well, I'm sorry. It seems to be all I have." He said, ruffling through is bag once more and finding nothing.
"Hello Kat, now I know it doesn't seem important, but I really do need to know if you've seen these people. They are very important to me, and I need to know if they are alive." He said, handing her the picture. He looked at the young girl who still seemed familiar.
Then he got it.
"Young one, would your name be Fallen? And are you from New York, with a sister named Eve? Have you seen this girl?" He said, pointing at the picture, more excited and hopeful than he's ever been.

Ryan eyed the girl suspiciously. How has she survived? He wondered to himself. She's small and looks pretty weak. Also like someone I've met....hmm.
"Don't be sorry, young girl. Your welcome to sit down and drink with us." He said, waving his hand to the spot on the ground if front of them. He pulled out a half empty bag of chips and opened them, putting them in the middle. "Eat up. The calories and fat will do you some good." He said, smiling at what his mother would always tell him.
"I almost forgot, what are your names? I'm Ryan." He said politely.

He wondered how long she'd been in New York, because if she didn't know what those things where before, she must have never been here. He'd grown up in New York. But not this New York. Sure it was dangerous, but this was on a different scale. He had to watch his back, or get stabbed in it.
Good 'ol New York.
"They are dogs. Mutated, radiation-filled dogs. Don't let them bite. Your you'll be infected as well." He said turning away from her and walking ahead. "If you'd like to come along keep up. I'm headed to Seattle, if you're looking for someone and a place to stay, its probably in Seattle."

Ryan frowned at the girl. He sighed and put the picture away. Sitting down next to her and slinging his pack to the ground. "I'm very sorry for you loss. But you haven't lost them. They are your family, you hold them right here." He said, patting the stop where his heart was on his chest. "They will always be with you."
He was getting emotional again. He got this way when he met those whose lost there entire family. And this was the way he usually consoled them.
Ryan un-zipped his bag and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He took a quick swig, letting the liquid burn down his throat. He never had a drinking problem, but he would never drink alone. He held out the bottle to her, "Drink?" he said without even looking at her.
He heard the 'Hello' from down the tower, but decided to ignore it.

Haha! It works. It always works. Thanks Bam!! :D

Hah, not really, I just wanted a third mod to have one.

Your title on here is me trying to sweet trip you (if that's a thing) into me being a mod on Where Will You Go. :P

Raziel was barely moved by her push. Though she seemed strong, she wasn't very.
"My name is Raziel. Your welcome by the way." He said walking near and past her back on to the streets. He looked both ways, up and down the street just to make sure it was clear.
He put his knife and the bronze knuckles back into the pockets of his trench coat. Pulling his scarf tighter he started down the road.
Almost forgetting about the girl he turned and asked,
"Will you be okay on your own?"
He knew she'd say yes, though she might not have meant it. She just had that vibe of not wanting to seem weak.

Shhh, just accept it.

Bam wrote: "Connor wrote: "Ryan heard a shuffle, turning quickly he realized he never made sure the top of this place was safe. He thought he had heard voices down below, but didn't worry. He instead worried a..."

Ryan looked at her blankly. He wondered how long she'd been up here. He put the blade back in his pocket, and squatted down in front of her. Reaching in his back pocket he pulled out a picture of himself, a young women and a child.
His family.
He showed the picture to her, "Have you seen either one of this people?" He asked kindly, tapping the picture with his finger. "If you have, and you tell me, you'd have my thanks. And don't worry, if you don't hurt me, I won't hurt you. You've got my word."
You've got my word. A line he used often to get information from people. He had a trustworthy face, and people couldn't help but tell him what he wanted when he said You have my word.
It was like his own little mutation, without all the radiation poising and actual mutation.

Suddenly the dogs changed course. The girl had it one, and in turn, that attracted the other dog. Now only one left Raziel focused. The thing neared her more and he aimed carefully. Breathing slowly. Time seemed to move more slowly in his concentration.
The threw the blade with gun like precision.
Bulls eyes.
The dog yelp and tumbled over, making the knife stick deeper in its scull. It moved one last time and then stopped. Still and motionless. Like this land around them.

Raziel walked to the dog and pulled out the knife from its scull. Blood covered the ground, and the knife. The third dog, the one she had shot, was still moving and trying to get up.
"Sorry, but I can't let you do that." He whispered slowly cutting the dogs throat, more blood covering the knife and splattering against the glass door. He smashed the glass and unlocked the door.
"Hey, its alright. You can come out now. They are dead." He said, unemotional and cold. He came to an old closet and heard her voice saying "Crap" over and over again. He rapped on the door, "Hey, you alright?" He asked, not really caring but trying his best.
To his surprise, this time he was disappointed the dogs didn't take him.
Oh well. Maybe next time.

Raziel listened carefully, and sighed a breath of relief when the dogs went to turn the corner. He almost stood when he heard them coming back.
They'd been spotted.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and pulled out a old switchblade in one and and spiked brass knuckles around the other. He stood and the dogs locked on to him.
"RUN! Go! Now!" He screamed at the girl and started running, knowing the dogs loved a chase.
A few meters away from her he turned just as one dog jumped and he quickly dogged, cutting its throat with the knife. The last two dogs growled and foamed at the mouth at him, ready to tear him to pieces.
Maybe this was it. Maybe he could finally go home. He would fight to his last breath, but he welcomed the death. He looked at the girl who was standing away from him. He smiled and nodded, hoping she would run.

"Shut up!" He said in a whispered tone through his dark scarf. "You need to be quiet, or the dogs will find us and kill us. Just stay quiet, and we will both be alright." He said, hoping she'd listen to reason. "I'm sorry if I scared you, I was just trying to keep us both alive a little longer."
The dog barks and feet hitting the ground came closer. They are just around the corner. Here we go. Oh Lord, keep us safe. He prayed silently, happy for the moment he had his mutation.
"Here they come, shh." he said, barely audible.

BAM IS NOW A MODERATOR. BECAUSE I SAID. DON'T ARGUE. ARGUE AND DIE. CAKE OR DEATH? WHERE AM I GOING WITH THIS? I'M LOST.
BAM IS NOW A MODERATOR.

Raziel ran quickly, ducking behind an old orange stand.
Oh no, oh no, oh no! The dogs, crap! They'll kill me for sure if I can't find something to protect myself.
Raziel heard footsteps and the sound of an old door closing. He looked from behind his cover and saw a pretty sexy girl, covered in tattoos walking from a tattoo shop. He heard the dogs getting closer, even though she probably couldn't hear them at all.
Silently, as silent as a small pin dropping to the ground he walked behind her. Clasping his hand around her mouth he was fairly stronger than her, dragging her behind the stand. "Calm down, I'm trying to help. I just need you to be as quiet as possible. Unless you'd rather take your chance with the dogs!" Raziel said quietly and calm, though he knew it sounded somewhat viscous.
The mutants voices always did.

Name: Raziel Gordon

Age: 19

Appearance: Dark black hair, tall and somewhat skinny. He has bright yellow eyes and a brown scarf wrapped around his neck and part of his head, covering his mouth. His clothes are tattered and worn, but still in good enough shape.

Family: All dead.

Friends: Missing or dead.

Mutation: Heightened hearing and speed.

Other: Raziel is just wandering. He isn't looking for a family, or friends. He's just trying to survive until he can't go on anymore. He hope he can find a way to fix the events, but knows it is hopeless. He works alone for the most part, but wouldn't mind being a small group, just for safety.

Haha! Twelve members! Now that is much better than five.
Get to role-playin' people!!
Kinda what its here for...

Ryan heard a shuffle, turning quickly he realized he never made sure the top of this place was safe. He thought he had heard voices down below, but didn't worry. He instead worried about what was up here with him.
He slowly took out a small blade of which he's had since he was a kid. He held it, ready to strike at what may be anything. Murderer. Mutant. Mutated murderer. Whatever it was, he'd be ready.
At least that's what he thought.
He walked and turned a corner and saw a girl.
"Uh, hello?" He said simply, making sure she could see the sharp knife it his hand.

LIES AND SLANDER!!!!
I would not be that dramatic.