Cutter looked at the woman. She looked fairly young, maybe in her
twenties, though it was hard to judge. She looked somewhat wild,
and had frankly terrible posture. He wondered how it was possible
for someone to look so-he searched for the right word- casual in
the Wasteland. "What's your name?" Cutter asked.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"Sylvie." Sylvia answered, getting closer to the man, but still a
respectable distance. She was aware that humanity had most likely
turned on itself at this point. Frankly she didn't care much. If
she died then she was dead. "Yours?" She asked.
Cutter looked around and finally lowered his gun. "James Cutter."
he replied, holding out a hand."Damn, it's good to see you. I was
starting to wonder if I was ever gonna talk to another human
again." He was trying his best to sound friendly, but wasn't
entirely sure if he was succeeding. His social skills had probably
deteriorated over time.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"Well, in that case it's nice to meet you, James Cutter." Sylvie
grinned, shaking the man's hand. His hand is very firm.
Sylvie noted. She supposed her hand felt like rubber or something
compared to him, though it wasn't like she was actually concerned
about that. He sounded... strained, perhaps that was the way to put
it? Though Sylvie at least felt safer to see that he had a gun, and
that it wasn't pointed at her.
Cutter smiled as well, but soon stopped. Great, he'd found another
human, or rather, another human had found him. Now what? "We should
probably get out of the open, it's gonna be freezing soon enough."
he said, gesturing towards the trees. "Want something to eat?"
Cutter asked
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"Yeah." Sylvie sighed, realizing that there would be no campfires.
She winced. Well, it had been a few years since she'd last had one,
but she couldn't really help the memories. "And no need for the
food, I, ah, I've just eaten before meeting you." Sylvie replied.
"You'd better lead, I'll follow. I've never seen these trees
before."
Cutter almost smiled. "Trees are trees." he muttered. "C'mon." he
beckoned and walked back the way he had come. He looked around one
last time. Why did he get the feeling that something else, and
somewhat less pleasant, was going to happen tonight? He searched
and found the answer. For him, good news was always accompanied by
bad news. He shook his head, sighed, and walked into the clearing
where his supplies were neatly arranged on the ground.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Username: LordChromos
Character Name: Jacksamilyon (Jack)
Age of Character: 17
Mutant/Human?: Mutant
Appearance: Grey jacket, pants, hair, eyes, skin. His prosthetic
left arm is made of metal.
Equipment: His metal arm has a hidden blade up the wrist.
History: He woke up one day in a hospital, with his metal arm. He
has amnesia, and his only goal is to find others.
Password: Wasteland
Other: He is wary, and conniving until the bitter end.
Sylvie followed Cutter, careful to keep her footing. He led her to
his camp, or more accurately, a clearing with supplies neatly
arranged in a pile on the ground. She wolf whistled, seeing that
his supplies weren't that awful, unlike her. She hadn't thought
ahead to save any food years ago. Actually, how did he get so much
food? It's not like there are many humans with supplies who are
willing to share. Sylvie almost vomited when she'd killed her first
human, even though she had done it for food he had plenty of. Wait.
Did that mean...?
"You're not a bandit or something, are you?" Sylvie asked.
"What?" Cutter looked up. "No, no. 100 percent grade-A marine here,
ma'am." he said, patting his chest. Then he remembered that the
Marines didn't exist anymore and couldn't help but feel a twinge of
guilt. "What about you? Not gonna kill me in my sleep, are you?" he
asked, only half-joking. He sat down and picked up the bar of
chocolate that he had left on his cap. Most of his supplies came
straight for his former base's Commissary and mess hall, but he had
picked up some stuff on the way. The only thing that was in short
supply was water.
(As for that recap, Cutter has met Sylvie and, after some initial
distrust, Cutter has led Sylvie into a clump of trees where his
supplies are. More or less it at this point.)
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"The Marines don't exist anymore, do they?" Sylvie sighed. "And no,
rest assured I won't be strangling you in your sleep anytime soon."
Besides, you'd probably have me full of bullets before I can cut
off your oxygen. Sylvie thought. She glanced at the bar of
chocolate. How on earth had he gotten that? Chocolate was... when
had been the last time she'd eaten chocolate, anyways?
"Nah, they don't exist anymore... along with everything else."
Cutter said. He followed her gaze to his hand and guessed the rest.
Despite everything, it was extremely easy for him to guess what
people were thinking. He'd had enough unspoken curses thrown at him
from rookies to prove that. "Want some?" he asked, holding out the
bar. For a moment, he wondered why he was offering, but immediately
dismissed the thought. They'd have to help each other if they
wanted to survive.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"Thanks." Sylvie whispered as she took a small square of chocolate.
She almost moaned when she felt the chocolate melt in her mouth.
Never mind chocolate, low long had it been since she'd had anything
as delicious as sweetness in her mouth? "I'll never take sugar for
granted again if we ever get through this." Sylvie muttered, mostly
to herself. "How long have you been alone?" She asked Cutter. "And,
uh, don't answer if it's a touchy subject."
"Umm..." he counted on his fingers. "Four years, six months since I
last saw a friendly human being." he answered. "Actually, as far as
friends go, I didn't have many even before the incident. Came with
the job." he said. "What about you? You look like you've been
through hell and back." he remarked.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"I do not!" Sylvie protested. "I just happen to not care about how
I look, therefore I look horrible." She muttered, though she knew
Cutter's assessment was probably correct. A comb was not something
she considered essential. "The last time I saw another human
being... well, let's just say I ended up black and blue almost all
over. But hey, being a cheerleader has given me plenty of broken
bones and swollen ankles, so I was fine. I think that was..."
Sylvie paused for a moment, trying to remember. "A few years ago."
"Hmm... must've been tough... for a civilian." he muttered. Then he
decided to steer the conversation towards his favorite topic. "Do
you have any weapons?" he asked, almost cheerfully. He'd always had
an interest in ways to kill things, possibly because of the several
battles he'd been in.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Jack stumbled through the forest, looking over his shoulder to see
if 'they' had followed him. 'They' weren't. He sighed. "Thank god
for maze-like forests." He said. He kept on walking, lost himself.
He came across a clearing, which had two figures in it. They didn't
seem like the monsters he had seen earlier. 'Could they really be
human?' He thought excitedly. He said a quick "Hello!" from the
bushes, just so as to not scare them into running away.
"Only a knife, and I don't know how to actually use it properly.
And I have a gun, but my aim is worse than a Stormtrooper's."
Sylvie answered. "Sorry." She squeaked out. She really was quite
useless. Not to mention the happiness in his voice when he asked
about weapons... it's probably wrong that it amused her, but
weapons were weapons and they were really, really useful in this
new world.
There was a quick "Hello!" from the bushes at the edge of the
clearing. On instinct she stood up and had crouched, ready to jump
and flee. Oh wait, she'd have to bring Cutter with her. But he was
a Marine, and he was more experienced. She would follow his lead,
for the time being, Sylvie decided. She glanced at Cutter to see
how he had responded to the threat.