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| James Hanover: Introduction | |
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| Topic Started: September 22, 2010, 10:31 pm (272 Views) | |
| Deleted User | September 22, 2010, 10:31 pm Post #1 |
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James walks forward, out of breath, his 5-foot tree branch quivering in his shaking fingertips. He looks up, at the massive steel door, nearly two stories tall. The snow whipping around his boots stings his thin, worn jeans, numbing further his already frostbitten legs. "Damn... I should be used to the cold by now..." As a moment of reprieve, he leans forward, his face sideways against the sleek, and tundric metal, and his hand flat against it. With a shuddering breath, he steps back, the wind cascading his bangs into his face from behind. He gulps hard, his throat accepting it painfully, and raises his branch with both hands. With all of his seventeen-year-old might, he slams it into the door, creating a large "thwong" sound. "God above, somebody'd better answer this..." |
 
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| Deleted User | September 22, 2010, 10:39 pm Post #2 |
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And god or men above, someone did indeed open the door a moment later. A small group of soldiers, clothed like medieval knights, examine this boy who comes to their door. After looking James over, the soldier at the front finally speaks. "Imagine that. A child like this, finding this place." Another soldier speaks up, offering his own imput. "Usually it's up to us to find them." "Indeed. Let's take him." The soldiers escort Steve to a warm shelter. |
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| Deleted User | September 22, 2010, 10:43 pm Post #3 |
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James, vision fizzing out a couple seconds after he's dragged by his elbows by iron-clad fellows, is engulfed by surreality. Days, literally, later, he finds himself half-naked, in a warm bear-skin bed. He reaches up with bone-thin arms, and clumsily wipes the sand out of his eyes. He swallows again, this time not so painfully, and attempts to sit up. Unfortunately, his abdomen fails to comply, and he continues gazing at the ceiling. "What state have I slept in, to give me such peculiar of dreams...?" He coughs, stricken by a high fever, and pulls the bearskin up to his bare shoulders, rolling onto his side so as to get a better view of the room. Another fellow, this time donned in white robes, with an enigmatic grayish cap, sits on the bed beside him, facing away with a large tome on his lap. "H-Hel-" He coughs again, his eyes closing tightly, and his hand making a fist in front of his mouth. "-'Scuse me. Hello?" |
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| Deleted User | September 22, 2010, 10:47 pm Post #4 |
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One of the nurses hear him speaking, and quickly rushes over to check on his condition. She hands him some water. "Here. Drink." |
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| Deleted User | September 22, 2010, 10:50 pm Post #5 |
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James sits up successfully this time, using his elbow as a support. With his free hand, he takes the cup, and peers in. "..." Without drinking, he sets it on a small stand beside the bed. "Who are you? Whe-" He coughs more, this time thrice, the agony in his throat building. Hesitation nonexistent, he reaches over, and takes a swig of the water, downing nearly half of it. "Thank you. Like I was saying, who are you? Where am I? Am I still in Switzerland?" |
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| Deleted User | September 22, 2010, 10:59 pm Post #6 |
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"Shhh.... I'm Abagail. I'll go get someone who can explain." The maid gets up, and runs off. Other maids and doctors tend to their wounded. |
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| Deleted User | September 22, 2010, 11:03 pm Post #7 |
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James moans, and lies back down. "I don't care if this is bear skin. It's damned comfortable." He drifts off to sleep. |
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| Deleted User | September 22, 2010, 11:16 pm Post #8 |
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A moment later, a bold looking middle aged man walks into the infirmary. "This is he?" "Yes, sir." "...Mm..." He walks up and kicks the bed post, standing over James. |
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| Deleted User | September 22, 2010, 11:20 pm Post #9 |
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James, deprived of half a week of peaceful sleep, doesn't even stir. |
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| Deleted User | September 22, 2010, 11:28 pm Post #10 |
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The man looks at the nurse, and at James. He grumbles and splashes a cup of water on the teen's face. |
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| Deleted User | September 22, 2010, 11:30 pm Post #11 |
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James spazzes, falling out of bed. His ribs, which had been heavily susceptible to breaking at that moment, were braces by his elbows. Go James. James stands up, his jeans now warm, and cozy. "Uh..." A long silence passes. "Hello. I'm James." He reaches up, and wipes the moisture off of his face, tucking his bangs behind his ears, splitting his hairline halfway. |
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| Deleted User | September 22, 2010, 11:34 pm Post #12 |
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"A name. Good. Saves me the trouble of giving you one." The man paces while he talks. "This place is well enclosed. Surrounded by natural fortifications. I'm pretty impressed you got up here in your condition. I want to know how you did it. And if I like your story... well... we'll see what happens to you next." |
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| Deleted User | September 22, 2010, 11:38 pm Post #13 |
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"It's a long story. Just up the mountains, I followed mountain lion tracks. It attacked me, though." He sets his leg on the bed, and rolls his jeans up to the knee. On his leg, is a large three-slash wound. "It would've killed me, but it ran off after seeing a couple of those Hespins behind me. Thank God it was the deaf ones, there was at least twenty of them." He sighs. "I was scared out of my wits. I guess it was that fear that drove me here. Lots has been going on outside. The Hespins specifically." He shudders visibly, gritting his teeth slightly. "I... I saw someone torn in two. Not very pretty, when you're trying to keep down what little you had for lunch." |
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| Deleted User | September 22, 2010, 11:43 pm Post #14 |
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"I'll bet we'll see far worse than that before this crisis is over. Where you from, James?" |
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| Deleted User | September 22, 2010, 11:46 pm Post #15 |
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"Long... Long ways away. I lived by myself near a ski resort in the Wasatch Mountain Range. Utah, if you didn't know. The Ski resort started packing, so I pretended to be an employee, and hitched the plane ride they'd booked. It took me to Germany. It was hell. Fire, everywhere. A language I had no idea of was being shouted all around me." He scratches the nape of his neck. "I took a train to Greece, hoping that I'd find some peace in their pools of revelations. The train got ambushed, though. Torn apart. I found out from a fleeing tourist that I was in Switzerland. The second I'd seen your mountains, I knew. I'd thought I had adapted to the mountain climate enough to come up here... but... Jeez, this is so much colder. Back at the Wasatch, it would rarely get below negative 20." He blinks. "I've been at this for six months. Half of one of those was getting up these mountains alone. Thank you for the hospitality." |
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