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Day: 103
Characters: Jan Metzger (NPC), Sasha (NPC); whoever wants to meet up with them (tag yourselves in)
Summary: The two mysterious visitors slash scavengers go on a rendezvous with the patients. Tag here if you want to get involved with them.
When: NIGHT - after this thread
Where: At the Level 2 Block.
Status: OPEN; Ongoing [anybody, just jump in whenever you want! just please reply to the post itself, not to the individual comments.]
They'd been in a hurry since they had first arrived, but it was obvious at least in Jan that now, packed with supplies from two raided staff offices, he was more nervous, more hurried than ever. The man was young, although his actual age seemed impossible to guess (something between twenty and his mid-thirties, sometimes looking even younger, sometimes looking old). His eyes in his dirty face were dark, darting around in the darkness nervously, and there was a twitch in his fingers whenever he heard a noise. He had pretty good ears, judging from how often that happened.
With a few batons under his arm, an old field bag over his shoulder that was stuffed to the rim with bandages and presumably medicine, he arrived at the level 2 block, followed by Sasha, looking around silently and - almost frightened. Both the men's footsteps were completely soundless, regardless of the speed they walked at.
Characters: Jan Metzger (NPC), Sasha (NPC); whoever wants to meet up with them (tag yourselves in)
Summary: The two mysterious visitors slash scavengers go on a rendezvous with the patients. Tag here if you want to get involved with them.
When: NIGHT - after this thread
Where: At the Level 2 Block.
Status: OPEN; Ongoing [anybody, just jump in whenever you want! just please reply to the post itself, not to the individual comments.]
They'd been in a hurry since they had first arrived, but it was obvious at least in Jan that now, packed with supplies from two raided staff offices, he was more nervous, more hurried than ever. The man was young, although his actual age seemed impossible to guess (something between twenty and his mid-thirties, sometimes looking even younger, sometimes looking old). His eyes in his dirty face were dark, darting around in the darkness nervously, and there was a twitch in his fingers whenever he heard a noise. He had pretty good ears, judging from how often that happened.
With a few batons under his arm, an old field bag over his shoulder that was stuffed to the rim with bandages and presumably medicine, he arrived at the level 2 block, followed by Sasha, looking around silently and - almost frightened. Both the men's footsteps were completely soundless, regardless of the speed they walked at.