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Post by Patrick Logan on Feb 22, 2011 18:17:41 GMT -5
It had been a few days since he first came through that gateway, woke up in some hospital looking room with no idea what had gone one. Laying there wondering if he had been in accident or something like that. That was until a Doctor came over and welcomed him to a fresh start and that he had been chosen to bring life to the Babylon. They had filled him in all that was happening and going to happen. It was all too much to take in, it was so confusing. Here he was in another reality, something he couldn't put his head around.
Now he was sitting in on a bench in the indoor garden the hospital had. The sound of the waterfall and some birds chirping broke the silence in the room. Patrick was wearing a pair of jeans and a dress shirt. The shirt dark blue in color and had the first few buttons undone with no shirt underneath. His shoes and socks were on the bench beside him. The grass felt good under his feet, he was leaning forward with his arms resting on his thighs and his head hung a little. He was missing his students, missing his followers which wasn't normal for him at all. Maybe it was that sense of comfort he needed the most at the moment thus his reason for being here in the one place he always felt like he belong... in nature.
A deep breath was taken and his blue eyes looked around slowly, trying to figure out what this fresh start really meant for him and what was going to happen now. It felt really strange, it was a bit too much to take in. Though he knew he wasn't going to take any jobs they were offering, he wasn't going to be apart of any of this... he just wanted to go back to his home, to what he was doing.
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Post by Natalia Reeyes on Feb 22, 2011 22:50:06 GMT -5
This was all wrong. The last thing she could remember was attempting to fix her anomaly manipulator to get herself out of the Mesozoic Era, there had been something interfering with it. She could remember poking the plastic-like glass at the top as the screen scrambled itself. After that Natalia had blacked out, leading it to the reason why she had appeared in some sort of hospital. Her head felt like she was experiencing multiple hangovers all at once. It wasn't a pleasant sort of feeling for one to have. As though her confusion set off some sort of alarm within the hospital, it didn't take long for a doctor, which could have been mistaken as some sort of representative, came over to speak with her. Apparently, she had been chosen for this sort of world, and they had welcomed it to it, packet with cash and job offers and all. The instant the man had spoke about this, Rey had shot up in her bed, looking for her things. To her dismay there was nothing to be found. Simply put, Natalia was stuck here.
According to the Doctor this was supposed to be some sort of privilege, and should be seen as an opportunity. To her, it was a cause to start to freak out. Natalia didn't like to stay in one place or world for too long. After all, she was sure that that ARC corporation was going to find her again. She was one of them that had initiated the uprising of the MnA group. She didn't want to listen to the man at all. Pushing herself out of the bed with her tattered clothes still clinging to her body, she moved past the man. He tried to convince her to stay, to hear him out. Rey wanted nothing to do with it. So against his orders, she moved out of her hospital room, barefoot, and down the corridors.
Her mind tried to wrap around the idea of being stuck here. That is, wherever here was. Without really knowing she had pushed her way past the doctors and orderlies until she found herself in some sort of indoor garden. At least it was peaceful enough to think. Natalia ignored the man that was already sitting on a bench in the garden, seeing as she had bigger problems to deal with. With an exasperated sigh, Rey leaned against the wall of the room, her eyes staring down at the grass. It wasn't like she really had a life prior to this, but she didn't want to start over. She didn't want to be stuck here and act like a normal person. She wasn't normal, and that was obvious her mind was broken. How was she going to get out of here? With frustration, she swiftly punched the concrete wall to the garden, causing it to crack and crumble under her strength. Yeah, because being able to punch holes into walls was completely normal...
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Post by Patrick Logan on Feb 23, 2011 14:41:57 GMT -5
Patrick wondering how many people where really here and which ones he could talk into getting on board with his cause. Even though he was out of his place in time, didn't mean he could stop doing what he did. Maybe he could find or make some Eco Terrorist in this place. When he heard someone move into the indoor garden with him, he ignored it. Not really in the mood to mess around with anyone at the moment which was out of the normal for him. He had come here looking for peace and quiet so he could get plan together in mind on what he was going to do next.
However that wasn't going to happen when he heard the sound of something being punched. Those ice cold blue eyes glanced over at the dark hair women. So not really his type he thought at the moment. Personally he didn't care for the pissed off kind or those with a lot of anger, they were too hard to control and work with. He liked those that were weak, those he could wrap the minds of... He doubted he could do any of that with this women. Though maybe it was worth a try after all there was nothing better to do here at the moment.
"Shouldn't bring the anger in here... Nature doesn't respond to well to such anger and violence.. Nature is a being of peace, comfort, healing among things." Sure he sounded like a hippy but he care about planets and even creatures. It was what he had fought so long for, without anyone knowing the truth about it. His abilities were just that good that he could blend in and make everyone thing he was something outside of what he truly was... a cold hearted monster who didn't think twice about taking a life if it meant he would reach his goals.
A hand came up and ran through his hair before he stood up, looking at the female again. Not really caring what her problem was because he figured he already knew. "Plus breaking your hand and beating the crap out of things, is not going to change what happens." He said in a tone that wasn't his normal, it was a llittle more serious and a bit colder. At the moment, Patrick wasn't up to being his normal charming self.
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