A Calm in the Storm
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JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
Name: Jojo Kelvin
Age: 24
Physical Description: Beautiful but not feminine young woman, jet black hair usually dyed in shades from red to yellow, with very visible roots by this point. Athletic, thin, and flat-chested.
Background: A college student from Delaware. Waiting to get into medical school, Jojo was enjoying a nice vacation on the coast of North Carolina when Ian hit the ground. There might be something more than meets the eye about her but, although talkative, she's quite secretive about herself.
Other details/skills: Swimming (like normal people swim), basic medical skills.
Backpack Contents:
Basic medical kit (ibuprofen, disinfectant, bandages)
Water
Some food
Smartphone and power bank
Headlight
A couple changes of clothes
Half a pack of peppermint bubblegum
A blanket
An orange cap
Sun lotion
Paperback Orlando, by Virginia Woolf
Age: 24
Physical Description: Beautiful but not feminine young woman, jet black hair usually dyed in shades from red to yellow, with very visible roots by this point. Athletic, thin, and flat-chested.
Background: A college student from Delaware. Waiting to get into medical school, Jojo was enjoying a nice vacation on the coast of North Carolina when Ian hit the ground. There might be something more than meets the eye about her but, although talkative, she's quite secretive about herself.
Other details/skills: Swimming (like normal people swim), basic medical skills.
Backpack Contents:
Basic medical kit (ibuprofen, disinfectant, bandages)
Water
Some food
Smartphone and power bank
Headlight
A couple changes of clothes
Half a pack of peppermint bubblegum
A blanket
An orange cap
Sun lotion
Paperback Orlando, by Virginia Woolf
Name: Keith Clemens
Age: 29
Physical Description: Average height, slightly thin, cool hat, sunglasses
Background: A descendant of Orion Clemens who became a fiction writer. Decided to take a month to visit one of Twain's actual descendants living in Alexandria between books, maybe hoping for some inspiration and definitely for relaxation and museums. Went out to her sister's cabin a few miles from the coast to hike and stuff for a week with her, but got separated from them.
Other details/skills: can hunt, shoot, and skin, but hasn't been hunting in a decade or so. Can make hooch and cook. Has some knowledge of what plants to not eat. Could theoretically hotwire a car because the wikiHow instructions are still loaded on his phone.
Backpack Contents:
Mark Twain anthology (bookmarked at CT. Yankee)
Moving Pictures
journal
three pencils (one mechanical)
pen
pencil led
sticky notes
hip flask of corn whiskey (secret; 3/4 full)
smartphone and charger
pocket watch (bought at Smithsonian)
this thing
silver liberty dollar
compass
Swiss army knife, worn (I actually have an older make of this and don't know why so clearly this is perfectly reasonable)
bug spray
first aid kit
trail rations
Zatarain's seasoning (frequently used)
frying pan
bigass spoon
bowl
10' rope
two extra bags (uses one to store food overnight in trees because bears)
half-decent shakeable flashlight
blanket
extra pair of socks and boxers
water canteen
Belt Contents:
foldable hatchet
belt holster for hatchet
Age: 29
Physical Description: Average height, slightly thin, cool hat, sunglasses
Background: A descendant of Orion Clemens who became a fiction writer. Decided to take a month to visit one of Twain's actual descendants living in Alexandria between books, maybe hoping for some inspiration and definitely for relaxation and museums. Went out to her sister's cabin a few miles from the coast to hike and stuff for a week with her, but got separated from them.
Other details/skills: can hunt, shoot, and skin, but hasn't been hunting in a decade or so. Can make hooch and cook. Has some knowledge of what plants to not eat. Could theoretically hotwire a car because the wikiHow instructions are still loaded on his phone.
Backpack Contents:
Mark Twain anthology (bookmarked at CT. Yankee)
Moving Pictures
journal
three pencils (one mechanical)
pen
pencil led
sticky notes
hip flask of corn whiskey (secret; 3/4 full)
smartphone and charger
pocket watch (bought at Smithsonian)
this thing
silver liberty dollar
compass
Swiss army knife, worn (I actually have an older make of this and don't know why so clearly this is perfectly reasonable)
bug spray
first aid kit
trail rations
Zatarain's seasoning (frequently used)
frying pan
bigass spoon
bowl
10' rope
two extra bags (uses one to store food overnight in trees because bears)
half-decent shakeable flashlight
blanket
extra pair of socks and boxers
water canteen
Belt Contents:
foldable hatchet
belt holster for hatchet
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journal of Ted
Today I went into town with a tea gremling, a sweet lil' thing, and a fellow connoisseur of inebriation. When we got into town, a thoroughly dilapidated and seemingly abandoned shaft-hole, the youngins started blabbering over where we should go first. I was of a mind to take a look at a big 'ol tower, but before the little nuggets could make up their minds Captain Morgan stumbled off at the sound of flowing liquid. All good for me, so I followed after him, and soon after the others scurried after us. We found a plaza near the river, and there we saw the tower a ways off, and closer by a museum or some other cultured sort of whatever. Me and the old Cap'n went off into the museum, with the bickering pups in tow. Saw some weird shite in there. Glowing plants, fracking fresh human bones, Cap'n even saw some sort of fracking bird man. Anyways, we obviously ran away like a bunch of little pansies. Thought we lost Morgan, but he showed up after a few bit, blabbering and crying all over the place. We all got back to camp afterwords, no injuries among us, but I mourn for the Cap'n's lost rum and half of my Jack.
Here's to hoping we suffer less losses next time.
Today I went into town with a tea gremling, a sweet lil' thing, and a fellow connoisseur of inebriation. When we got into town, a thoroughly dilapidated and seemingly abandoned shaft-hole, the youngins started blabbering over where we should go first. I was of a mind to take a look at a big 'ol tower, but before the little nuggets could make up their minds Captain Morgan stumbled off at the sound of flowing liquid. All good for me, so I followed after him, and soon after the others scurried after us. We found a plaza near the river, and there we saw the tower a ways off, and closer by a museum or some other cultured sort of whatever. Me and the old Cap'n went off into the museum, with the bickering pups in tow. Saw some weird shite in there. Glowing plants, fracking fresh human bones, Cap'n even saw some sort of fracking bird man. Anyways, we obviously ran away like a bunch of little pansies. Thought we lost Morgan, but he showed up after a few bit, blabbering and crying all over the place. We all got back to camp afterwords, no injuries among us, but I mourn for the Cap'n's lost rum and half of my Jack.
Here's to hoping we suffer less losses next time.
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
Jojo's Sketchbook
August 13th, 2016
We went out today. There was this Brit called Harry, and two old drunkards one of whom someone decided to entrust with the radio. We were supposed to search for help, but as soon as we got into town the drunkards went off into this medical museum. It was decided to go check out the tower near the center, but still they went off. There was some glowing (name of plant here), but weird as it was there wasnt anything left. The old guys went deeper into the building and got back dead drunk. At least I got to check out the Human Genome exhibition. Soon as they came the black one yelled at us to jump out of the window, so we did. He claimed to see something, the deluded fool. With half the tesm lost to alcohol poisoning, we decided to come back to camp.
August 13th, 2016
We went out today. There was this Brit called Harry, and two old drunkards one of whom someone decided to entrust with the radio. We were supposed to search for help, but as soon as we got into town the drunkards went off into this medical museum. It was decided to go check out the tower near the center, but still they went off. There was some glowing (name of plant here), but weird as it was there wasnt anything left. The old guys went deeper into the building and got back dead drunk. At least I got to check out the Human Genome exhibition. Soon as they came the black one yelled at us to jump out of the window, so we did. He claimed to see something, the deluded fool. With half the tesm lost to alcohol poisoning, we decided to come back to camp.
Ninja Dude
Sorry, I wasn't listening...
Hope I can sneak in here!
Name: Phil Podski
Age: 22
Physical Description: "Average" build, will more muscular legs, but not that much definition in the arms. Dishwater blonde hair, with reddish facial hair.
Background: A college student from Wisconsin visiting some relatives in the area. During the storm, Phil fled the area while his stubborn relatives decided to stay put. Now separated and search for helping, Phil has no idea if his distant kin are alright, or if he'll manage to get out of this alive.
Other details/skills: Has mostly worked menial summer jobs, so not much in way of survival experience. Doesn't fuss too much when having to eat otherwise gross or bland food. Very flexible sleep cycle.
Backpack Contents:
-Poncho
-8 plastic bottles of water
-Smartphone
-Subpar flashlight
-Box of chocolate chip cookie dough Poptarts
-A pack of beef jerkey
-A dozen tins of sardines in soybean oil
-First Aid Kit
-A lighter
-Subpar camera from approximately 2007. Has about 100 minutes space for video, but only 20 minutes worth of power.
There, my goofy list is complete. Please let me know if anything needs to be changed.
Name: Phil Podski
Age: 22
Physical Description: "Average" build, will more muscular legs, but not that much definition in the arms. Dishwater blonde hair, with reddish facial hair.
Background: A college student from Wisconsin visiting some relatives in the area. During the storm, Phil fled the area while his stubborn relatives decided to stay put. Now separated and search for helping, Phil has no idea if his distant kin are alright, or if he'll manage to get out of this alive.
Other details/skills: Has mostly worked menial summer jobs, so not much in way of survival experience. Doesn't fuss too much when having to eat otherwise gross or bland food. Very flexible sleep cycle.
Backpack Contents:
-Poncho
-8 plastic bottles of water
-Smartphone
-Subpar flashlight
-Box of chocolate chip cookie dough Poptarts
-A pack of beef jerkey
-A dozen tins of sardines in soybean oil
-First Aid Kit
-A lighter
-Subpar camera from approximately 2007. Has about 100 minutes space for video, but only 20 minutes worth of power.
There, my goofy list is complete. Please let me know if anything needs to be changed.
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