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Carson, Freeman, and Jenna
The most sane and kind little band of cannibals ever.
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The Abandoned Slums
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by TheHaze
Description
Oddly enough, the Trio are the best of friends, but have quite different features. Carson's teeth are pointed and razor sharp, and he is the Workhorse of the group, Jenna is blind and has light gray eyes, and is the Medic and Cook of the group, and Freeman has a unique form of Moebius Syndrome, meaning his face is totally blank, his voice is always monotone, and he doesn't blink. Ever. He is the Leader. Cannibals, they eat human flesh often. They all wear red bandanna's to cover their mouths, Dark Blue hoodie's to obscure their features, and jeans and sneakers and backpacks. (If you can't picture it, look up a Looter from Dead Rising 2.) They also have a gene to be immune to all diseases, because if you are what you eat means a AIDS victim, it helps. They have gained a predatory stature, and senses and abilities.
Personality
Carson is optimistic and happy all the time, often helping the group through hardship.
Jenna is quiet, meek, and soft.
Freeman is intelligent, ruthless, and cold. Well, he might be, but he always sounds like it.
Equipment
Everyone Carries:
-Machete
-Sawed-Off Shotgun that don't require reloading, thanks to the Wing City underground gunsmiths. Given the speed of the group, they can literally spray buckshot if needed.
-Assorted Loot
So begins...
Carson, Freeman, and Jenna's Story
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Carson, Freeman, and Jenna quickly enter the bar. "So this is Gambits? I like it. Isn't it nice!?" Carson said, sweeping the room with his eyes. "Y-yeah." Jenna mumbled, head bowed. Carson caught himself. "Um, sorry! Keep forgetting." Jenna smiled. "We've only know each other HOW long?" Freeman spoke up in his toneless, dead voice. "Seven years, four months, and a week. Give it six more years, he'll catch on." They took a seat at a far booth. "So. Freeman has the food, right?" Jenna said, head still bowed. "I can smell it, but..." "Yes. Have a bite." Freeman tossed what looked like two strips of beef jerky on the table. The other two grabbed one each and began to eat slowly.
Finishing, the two snacking members of the Trio pulled up their bandannas and engaged in chatter. It was what they did instead of reading or video games, as they just couldn't afford any. "Guys? Can I ask you something?" Jenna said, quietly. "Sure." They responded in unison. "Well... What do I look like?" She held up her head. "Well... Lesse... Freeman?" Carson said, obviously flustered. Blunt as ever, Freeman simply said, "Stunning." Jenna smiled. "Really?" Carson's ability to think came back. "Yeah! Angelic!" Freeman nodded. "Why the sudden interest?" He was slightly to see her blush. "I want to impress someone." Naturally, Carson jumped on this like a rabid panther. "No way!? Boyfriend!? Who? Is he smart? Buff? What?" You could see him smiling through his bandanna. "Her." That shut him up. "Say what." "Her. Girl." Clunk "
Freeman turned his unblinking eyes on Ashan. "Even we like to go out once in a while.", His monotone voice said. He glanced at Carson, out cold. "My closed minded friend here is Carson, the young lady is Jenna, and I am Freeman." He studied the Jedi without moving a muscle. "I must ask how you knew what we were. And I must ask what your kind is doing here as well."
"As do I. And for the love of dignity, Carson, get up." He reached out his arm, and gave Carson a soft but sharp whack on the head. "Lesbian!" He said, jolting up. "How? No, this is a trick! You are so feminine! That! This! You! Just! No!" Jenna turned a brilliant shade of fire-engine red. Carson blinked, noticing Ashan and Melody. "I just announced that to the whole place, didn't I?" Jenna sighed shakily. "Yup." Freemen sighed as well. "Anyway. you called me a cannibal out of context to what I am classified in your eyes. So, I am calling you what I context you as. An alien." He turned to Melody. "You can join this conversation if you want. Staring is not necessary."
Carson blinked again. "Jenna? Um. Please don't cry. Or tear my face off, or both. Please?" Jenna flushed a deeper shade of red as Melody walked over. "Maybe." She said quietly. "Who's there?" Carson looked at Melody. "A girl and a creepy four-eyed English major. Why? Wanna ask her out? Gah! Sorry! Can't help it!" Jenna recovered, bowing her head again. "S-sorry about my friend. He's an idiot."
"She's right. How do you think I'm sane?" Freeman said, eying the two friends he spent most of his life with. "That was a joke." He said. "Sorry, I should explain my lack of emotion. I have Moebius syndrome, so I can't use facial expressions or put any emotion in my voice. Or blink." Jenna piped up, looking up a Melody. "And I'm blind. Luckily, my hearing and sense of smell are acute to a fault." She smiled. Carson spoke, "And I just have sharp teeth. What brings you here?
Carson and Jenna's expression softened. "We've been there. My parents tried to kill me seven times. Religious nuts, and my sharp teeth made them think I was a demon. So I left. Freeman's parents were notorious criminals and left him because he was baggage, and Jenna's..." He fell silent. Freeman spoke softly. "Abuse. The bad kind." Carson snapped back to his happy self. "Either way, it's over. But really, Keys? Useless things. We can teach you a way to pick a car lock that works better than a stupid key."
"Why not? We use it to get in for a different reason, but whatever. Jenna?" Jenna took a thin piece of material out of her pocket, wrapped in plastic, and a lock. "I use it to practice." She explained. "Take the stuff out of the package. it's a fast-hardening cement. Insert it into the lock quickly, let it harden, and you have a new key!" She deftly inserted the cement into the lock, and turned it. The lock clicked open. "It works indefinitely, too." She closed the lock, inserted the cement, turned it, and sure enough, the lock clicked open. "Neat, huh? The cement is super-cheap too!"
Freeman smiled mentally. "Lips are sealed. We've all got tricks, and we've used them, believe me. Like, say, stopping someone from drinking?" He let the prospect hang in the air. "Carson invented that trick, but I actually learned this one from my dad. Don't have to use it, though. It's hard to do, but worth it if you want it enough." The Trio's eyes were on her. "Do you?"
Freeman nodded. "First, you need to get yeast. Just baking yeast, nothing special. Add ethyl alcohol. And then add antifreeze." Carson's jaw dropped. "Antifreeze?! That's lethal!" Freeman nodded again. "That's the point. In order for it to work, you need to put recipient in a coma." Jenna gasped. Freeman waved his hand. "Oh, don't be so dramatic. They won't remember it and it only lasts for three hours max. Basically, after they go into the coma, the yeast eats up the ethyl alcohol, then proceeds to purge the body by eating the alcohol, and then dying off without a trace. I don't actually know how it works, but it does." Carson stared at him expectantly. "A contact can't do much if he as alcohol poisoning." Freeman said. "So, there you have it. Alcohol purging under five bucks."
"Plus, it puts them off alcohol. It stirs up their defenses and makes them sick just to look at a glass of wine."
"Add a packet of yeast, A few drops of alcohol, and a fourth cup of anti-freeze." He nodded at her question. "Absolutely. anti-freeze tastes sweet, and it's blue, so just pass it off as a mixer."
Freeman rose from his seat. "We have to go. Good luck." Jenna and Carson both nodded, and they Trio left.
The setting changes from gambits-bar to Dark Woods
Carson, Freeman, and Jenna tromped through the woods, each facing a different direction, eyes and bodies alert. "You said there was a corpse here, Jenna. Where's the stiff!?" Carson said, annoyed. Jenna flushed. "I saw one, okay? Guy in a suit." She mumbled the words. Freeman stopped, and the group ground to a halt. "Found him." He said blankly. A decapitated corpse in a suit rested against a tree. "Sooooo... Butcher it?" Carson said. Freeman nodded. Drawing a kitchen knife, he knelt down, and began to butcher the corpse. The other two turned to keep watch.
Finishing the task, the Trio loaded the meat into a plastic bag, and headed off after taking his valuables. Speed was key.
The setting changes from dark-woods to Gambit's Bar
The Trio entered the bar, each hefting backpacks. They sat quietly at a table in the back, putting the backpacks on the table. "So." Carson said quietly. "How much did we get?" Jenna opened and sifted through the backpack. "Two electric watches, a 20 dollar gift card, and some cheap jewelry." She sighed. "Not enough..." The two looked at Freeman. "We might need to do that again." Jenna shivered and Carson appeared to pale. "Boss... You can't be serious..." Freeman nodded gravely. "I am. and don't call me boss." They fell silent, Jenna staring into the backpack. "We mugged someone. We actually did it." She shivered, and began to tear up as Carson tried to think of something else. Freeman just looked blank.
Carson, Freeman, and Jenna entered the bar, skittish but careful. The Trio slowly went the a table next to the one Arytiss was hiding under. They sat down, placing a drawstring bag on the table. Jenna felt the inside of the bag after carefully pulling it open. "I-I can't believe we did that..." She whispered. Carson and Freeman nodded. "We needed to. We can't starve again," Carson quietly murmured, sounding oddly happy. Freeman, in his usually blank self, simply nodded again in agreement.
Jenna got up, and walked slowly to the white-haired gentleman. She sat next to him and his assumed girlfriend, and meekly ordered a soda. Carson and Freeman exchanged glances but said nothing. Jenna picked up the soda gently and quickly took a sip. Then came the whole "Paying for it" stage. She bowed her head and produced the money they had stolen, and placed it on the counter. She turned to the two strange arrivals. "I'm s-sorry, but it that a five dollar bill? I'm blind, so I can't t-tell." She stammered sheepishly. Freeman wondered why in the name of god had she finally decided to speak to other now, after they just mugged someone. Figures.
Jenna smiled in a way that opened a small door to a heavy sadness. "Thanks. You have a wonderful voice." She said, as the motioned the others over. Carson sat the to Jenna away from the pair, and Freeman simply stood until Jenna caught his eye. She scooted Carson over and allowed him to sit in the middle. He glanced over to the woman guarding the Prince, and his blank face portrayed a grim lifestyle rivaling the most vile of creature's existence. He nodded none too kindly, and turned to the Bartender. "Wine. Red. Make it cheap." His toneless voice droned across the bar.
Freeman sipped his wine, face set in stone. He steered the duo under his care away from the view of the soldiers that were flooding the bar back to the table, sitting them down and taking a seat. Carson appeared to grin under his bandanna, and Jenna had begun to pale. Freeman noticed the loss of color in the young girls face. "Jenna. Don't." He said without emotion. She flinched, and bowed her head. It was then you could see ligature marks on her neck, heavy rope. "Why did you stop me?" She said to herself, quietly. Carson and Freeman stared daggers at the soldiers.
The setting changes from gambits-bar to The Abandoned Slums
Carson, Freeman, and Jenna stalked in the slum's, looking for a hole or chest containing something, anything that could be useful. Carson spotted a small, boarded up door to a shady-looking pocket deli. "Hey, guys. I got something. Can't you guys smell the copper? That's money." The others nodded after catching a whiff of rusty metal. "Too strong for a tip jar. I doubt they even had one. It has to be piping." Carson and Jenna smiled. Freeman walked over to the barricade, and wrenched the door frame and the boards clean off. The other two followed him in, crouching like dogs. They rooted out the piping around the corner, appearing to have been for a defunct fuel line. "Too bad we already have a stove..." Jenna stated, after they had gathered a small amount of copper piping, as she slung the thin tubes over her shoulder like a quiver of arrows. They walked out, alert as ever.
Carson, Freeman, and Jenna were hit the musty smell of blood. The concentration was amazingly strong, saying that the owner of said blood was mauled savagely. Jenna ditched the copper pipes as the scaled the wall of a tall shanty, rooting out the source of the stench. The trio found the wounded vampire, and watched for above. Freeman eyed the creature. "Not human. You can smell the death in that thing." The other two nodded. Regardless, they jumped from the shanty, landing cat-like next to the wounded vampire, silently, despite the backpacks they wore. Carson watched it in an odd gleeful manner. "Hey, there. Need a little help?"
Warren Aulare was wandering aimlessly about when suddenly he smiled at the sky. For a moment he stood there and stared up into Terran Orbit. A satisfied nod and he turned on his heel with new direction. He thumbed at the die in his pocket as he made his way in to the city.
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