LOST: It Begins

Adam jogs towards the house and yells "Who is here?" he aproaches the window, before noticing there are others nearby as well.
 
Update 0.046

Spoiler OOC :
They are stood virtually outside the building, it has windows. I figured you'd move quickly through the building.. that makes some noise?
Sorry, its the problem with artistic license.. unless you tell me, i've got to make it up!


Er, Hi! I am Aiken.. and this is, er, Christ Adams! We mean you no harm. Do you know this place?


Chris checks his belongings:

1x Pouch Chewing tobacco
1x BIG Hunting knife
1x Aviator Sunglasses
1x Mustache comb
4x Shotgun rounds.
 
So I guess this is more an RPG than story based right? If so then I might have the time. Of course my chracther will be insane.
 
Yeah, more deciding actions and wot-not. Sure stories are nice, and will make nice things happen.. but not needed for play.
 
OOC: are Chris and Aiken inside? since i'm not entirely sure, i'll finish after your response..

still OOC: (we could be outside still, and you shouting through the window, or something, is why i'm wondering.)

IC: Christopher Adams

Christopher spies that the stranger is armed. Thinking on his feet, he wildly whips out his Big Hunting Knife, to see whose is bigger, mainly, but also for self-defense, while nimbly gliding his mustache comb through his amazing mustache.

"Who is this guy, Bill? (referring to Aiken) What's he doing in this strange but hut like structure?"

Receiving only a confused stare in response, he continues. "If I know the inner workings of the Criminal Mind, and I think I do, *cheesy wink*, he's here to STEAL PEOPLE'S belongings!"
 
Bert hears the voices on the other side of the house. 'Hey! Bert Goldson here! Sorry if I'm trespassing, heh... Would you mind telling me where I am?' He moves to the front of the hut, trying to close in on the voices.
 
OOC: I love how this game has already gone waay of the rails I planned!

Update 0.047

A stalemate is reached. Those outside the hut shout amongst themselves and group up. Guy is still in the corridor.
 
Well fine. 'I'll go in and see what his problem is. He's obviously as confused as we are.' I am going to eat the peppermint, I need good breath for this meeting.
 
IC Christopher Adams

Chrisopher, making sure his sunglasses are in place and his mustache finely combed, heads towards the house and tries the door, Big Hunting Knife in hand. "Hello! Anyone home?" he shouts.
 
"Hello! How are you guys? My name is Adam Skrzewski, does that ring any bells? I'm kinda lost and was hoping you guys could help."
 
I'm going to do a check to see if Ernest notices that everyone seems to believe somebody else owns the house
 
'Nice to meet you, Adam. My name is Robert Goldson, but you can call me Bert. I'm not familiar with your name, but I can assure you that you're not alone in your lostness.'
 
"Not familiar with my name? Try the great Artur Skrzewski! Yes, he is my father"

...

"Nice to meet you Bert, there are others here aswell, and I believe there is someone inside the hut."

*Adam places his hand on the window not knowing someone is hiding near it on the inside*
 
I'll join!

Name: John Doe
Age: 44
Era: 1690's
Physical description: Short, bald, brown eyes. Bulky build.
Personality: John is schizophrenic. He doesn't interact with people at all.
Primary skills: Hunting, construction, foraging.
Secondary skills: None.
Bio: John, born in 1962, lived a normal life up until he turned 44. It was in that year, 1706 that he began to realize the fact that time moved around him, he wasn't affected by it. That frightening realization is what drove him to insanity, desperate to become part of the circle of life again. Now, it's a long time from 1690, and John has found himself on the island, not knowing where to turn next.
Beliefs: John will support anything that will develop the island, like infrastructure. He is a Christian, but gave up practicing it in 1796, when he realized that he would never live a normal life again. Despite his schizophrenia, he will support bringing the island together as a whole people.
 
Update 0.05

John awoke. He was in bed.. or at least on a bed. It wasn't his, he didn't recognise the room either. The walls were rough, wooden. Outside he could hear quite a lot of commotion, several different people shouting out to each other. Very lost and confused, John pondered his next move...

What do you want to do John?
 
Update 0.051

John is now in the same corridor as Guy.
 
{kinda waiting on Guy here folks}
 
Name: Rhys Glenartois
Age: 37
Physical Description: Tall, average build. Green eyes, straight blond hair of medium length. Wearing a suit - purple undershirt, black waistcoat, pinstripe trousers, tailcoat, top hat and a pair of very nicely polished shoes. A silver pocket-watch chain can be seen dangling from the waistcoat. He holds a cane in his hand.
Personality: (If I may leave this for now, as I'm not entirely sure yet until it develops)
Primary Skills: Organisation, mechanics (when it pertains to small devices), considerable knowledge on various whiskies and brandies, knowledge of most mechanical/machinary from his lifetime.
Secondary Skills: Digging, some military background, can speak some very poor French, very good at crossword puzzles
Bio: Born in Scotland but raised in England near Liverpool. Due to an accident in his late 20's has a bit of a gammy left leg.
Beliefs: Is very supportive of any person's beliefs as long as they acknowledge Britannia as superior, and damn those Jerry swine! Good Christian upbringing, though fairly lax in his own church-going activities.

May need to tweak some things here and there, but that's rough enough. I've left a few things out for now, they'll be edited in. Speaking of which: Abasloz, update the 4th post!
 
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