OPEN; ongoing
Characters: brb_napping, anybody else who wants to play with kids with guns and/or check out the giant.
Setting/Location: Outside the caravan, around Grandore's feet.
Date & Time: Day 23, afternoon.
Warnings: Kids. With weapons.
Summary: Rookie's six, has guns, and wants to go find a way home/find out what's going on/check out the badass giant/meet up with people. This is where that's going down.
Life was surely weird for little John Doe, or "Rookie", as not-yet-Sergeant Gabriel Weller had called him. One second, he was on the moon - and that wasn't the weird thing, because the moon was home, even if that sounded a bit weird to some of the people here - and the next, and here the weird things started, he was somewhere else entirely, without his clothes, but somehow stuck in a far too big armour just like the ones he'd seen on the news sometimes, and surrounded by weapons that looked very real and very cool.
Of course, with the funny little computer that he'd found, he had been able to at least contact some people and try to shed some light into things, but that hadn't gone very far. At least he'd met the Sergeant - a boy a little older than himself, who had at least offered the best approach of an explanation that he had heard. Not that that helped him a whole lot. And so little John Doe, who wasn't very creative when it came to picking fake names (because he'd been told not to tell strangers his name or talk to them or go with them), had decided to take matters into his own hands. He'd freed himself from the ridiculously heavy armour before it could squish him, had somehow managed to wrap up the sleeves of the black BDU shirt that had been in there and looked pretty badass, too, enough to make the whole thing wearable as some kind of dress, and had grabbed the guns, ready to go outside. He wanted to see that giant the Sergeant had told him about, and more than anything, he wanted to go home. He had a habit of getting lost in strange places, and it normally didn't bother him too much, but none had ever been quite as strange as this one. And he was hungry.
Outside, he couldn't decide if things were less weird or even weirder than inside, however. But what caught his attention before he could really delve deeper into that question was - of course - the giant that really couldn't be missed.
"Whoa..." he heard himself comment quietly, and then curiosity got the better of him. Dragging the bigger one of his guns behind him while carrying the other, admittedly also quite heavy one, he drew closer to take a better look. Hopefully, he thought, the other kids were really coming.
Setting/Location: Outside the caravan, around Grandore's feet.
Date & Time: Day 23, afternoon.
Warnings: Kids. With weapons.
Summary: Rookie's six, has guns, and wants to go find a way home/find out what's going on/check out the badass giant/meet up with people. This is where that's going down.
Life was surely weird for little John Doe, or "Rookie", as not-yet-Sergeant Gabriel Weller had called him. One second, he was on the moon - and that wasn't the weird thing, because the moon was home, even if that sounded a bit weird to some of the people here - and the next, and here the weird things started, he was somewhere else entirely, without his clothes, but somehow stuck in a far too big armour just like the ones he'd seen on the news sometimes, and surrounded by weapons that looked very real and very cool.
Of course, with the funny little computer that he'd found, he had been able to at least contact some people and try to shed some light into things, but that hadn't gone very far. At least he'd met the Sergeant - a boy a little older than himself, who had at least offered the best approach of an explanation that he had heard. Not that that helped him a whole lot. And so little John Doe, who wasn't very creative when it came to picking fake names (because he'd been told not to tell strangers his name or talk to them or go with them), had decided to take matters into his own hands. He'd freed himself from the ridiculously heavy armour before it could squish him, had somehow managed to wrap up the sleeves of the black BDU shirt that had been in there and looked pretty badass, too, enough to make the whole thing wearable as some kind of dress, and had grabbed the guns, ready to go outside. He wanted to see that giant the Sergeant had told him about, and more than anything, he wanted to go home. He had a habit of getting lost in strange places, and it normally didn't bother him too much, but none had ever been quite as strange as this one. And he was hungry.
Outside, he couldn't decide if things were less weird or even weirder than inside, however. But what caught his attention before he could really delve deeper into that question was - of course - the giant that really couldn't be missed.
"Whoa..." he heard himself comment quietly, and then curiosity got the better of him. Dragging the bigger one of his guns behind him while carrying the other, admittedly also quite heavy one, he drew closer to take a better look. Hopefully, he thought, the other kids were really coming.