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Ulysses Calvillo

Oh, good, the government's here. So I take it we're now most definitely fucked?

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a character in “Escape from Respite”, as played by usuno

Description

Name (Last, First): Calvillo, Ulysses
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Physical Appearance: 5'10", 176 lb, built thick and solid but with a little layer of fat. Has tanned skin, brown eyes and dark brown hair with a receding hairline and early splotches of grey. Sports a moustache and is lazy about shaving his beard. Has some old burn scars on his otherwise hairy arms. Wearing an embarrassing navy blue onesie with a butt flap.
Personality: Friendly enough personality, though initially reserved with strangers. In turn, is fiercely loyal to those he has established trust with and opened up to. Tends toward sardonicism in grim situations, followed by quick thinking and action. Reluctant to lead, though capable enough when pressed. A bit of a pessimist with regard to outcomes, or in his words a realist.
History: Ulysses was born in southern California to immigrant parents, who had a hell of a time trying to get him to stay in school and out of trouble. Despite his patchy upbringing however, he developed a rough code of honor that saw him through adolescence. As a young adult, Ulysses found himself wandering further and further from home, taking on odd jobs in new towns and sometimes making 'deliveries' for his colleagues in the business of la carga. Eventually, after one fateful night, Ulysses decided enough was enough and left his life behind, making one last risky delivery and taking his cut to the town of Respite, to begin anew. Six uneventful years later, he's grown to cherish his bland and comfortable life; the daily routine of a man without a day job. He sometimes misses his old friends, however, and hasn't made many new ones since arriving. When the outbreak reports began, Ulysses walked his ass out to the convenience store, confirmed that it was nothing with the clerk, and bought himself a six-pack. His peaceful existence was shattered a week later when the Guard came pounding on his door in the middle of the night. Confused and intimidated by the carbines the guardsmen were carrying, he clambered into the back of a supply truck and was swiftly spirited away to city hall.

So begins...

Ulysses Calvillo's Story

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This time, the guards in hazard gear came worryingly close to Ulysses, stopping only to grab the seven or so year old girl squealing in terror next to him. He didn't blame her, though inwardly he was relieved that they hadn't come to take him to... wherever they were being taken. Their guards had proved reticent beyond reason, refusing even the slightest explanation as to what was going on or why the town of Respite was suddenly under quarantine. Ulysses had enough common sense to know not to trust anyone, especially the government, who was trying to keep something under wraps.

"Madre, this is wrong, though," he mused as his eyes trailed after the kicking and screaming little girl. The others knew better than to try and help by now. A young man knelt in the corner of the rec center, clutching the pulp that used to be his face; the reward for his valiant efforts. Three of his like-minded friends had simply been dragged out back.

It was the dead, he suspected, though a part of him still refused to believe despite the drastic action being taken around him. Though he'd dismissed it all as "white mom panic" over drugged psychopaths, things were looking pretty ominous right this moment.

He meandered through a noisy crowd of parents weeping to see their children and frightened townies trying to comfort one another, toward a rabble forming around a lanky kid in a Respite City College sweatshirt. "Look, this is just like in those damned movies, don't you see? They're quarantining us, and they're- look, fuck there goes another one! We NEED to get out of here, NOW!" he exhorted.

"Just what are you implying, kid," replied an older, moustachioed man with a prominent gut. "This is the National Guard here, they're good people, just like us. They're here for our protection! The last thing we need is to panic." A part of Ulysses really wanted to believe the man, but personal experience spoke otherwise. Suddenly, gunshots were heard from outside the building, and Ulysses reflexively ducked low and scanned the area with the throng. Rising warily once nothing else came, he thought, "Well shit. Guess we know what happened to those other kids," referring to those who'd resisted the guardsmen.

"You've seen the news, guys, you know what happens in these movies every single time the government tries to contain this shit. They separated us from our families; do you guys seriously trust these people?! I'm done arguing, if you want to live, come with me. If not... good luck to you, I guess," said the boy, staring down his audience. The devil's advocate reminded them all that they were safest staying here, out of the government's way. Somehow Ulysses felt that if shit was really about to go down hard, he himself wouldn't be high on the government's list of priorities. His common sense screamed at him to find a way out of town as fast as possible, and that working with others would probably be the way to do it.

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JD, stood along the wall, he looked around at all of them half naked people around him. "Disgruntled, angry, and afraid... this won't have any repercussions at all." JD chuckled to himself, he wished they had given him time to grab his pants at least then he would have his cigarettes, not like he could smoke them in here but having them near by would have some sort of emotional setting for him. JD looked to his right as he noticed the Hazmat team come in, he noticed a young girl become afraid and hide behind a stranger she didn't know. JD started to think about his 2 year old son, he was spending the week in Albuquerque with his in-laws... it was then that he realized he needed to get out of here and find his son.

JD looked around and counted the number of armed service men, some of them kids with no inclining of what they were doing. He moved from the wall and approached a guard he observed ACU's (Army Combat Uniforms) he could tell this wasn't army though, these people are thin, and have maybe little to no combat experience... this was National Guard, "Heh weekend soldiers," JD moved past the main entrance, he remembered what his father told him about how the military worked. 'Kids become infantry men so they can learn some discipline, but all the military really teaches you is how to be afraid.' JD made his way through families, trying to comfort one another, when gunshots echoed through the building. People screamed an ducked down, then out of the screams JD heard "You've seen the news, guys, you know what happens in these movies every single time the government tries to contain this shit. They separated us from our families; do you guys seriously trust these people?! I'm done arguing, if you want to live, come with me. If not... good luck to you, I guess," JD laughed to himself 'Smooth pal."

JD came up behind the Mexican fellow who was barking out and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Look pal, you can't yell that kind of shit out. These people aren't gonna let us leave, and your just scaring them, but if you do intend on getting out your not going to be able to do that alone, let me help you out"

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The room was filled with dozens of people, most of them in states of undress. Tyler had always been chided when he was a teen for falling asleep fully clothed, but it sure as hell paid of this time. His hoodie and jeans were more than comfortable, and his Nike running shoes were practically shining out of the box, except for a few scuff marks from being dragged across the parking lot and thrown into a military vehicle. A young mom near him was clutching her children to her, more for her own sanity than their safety. All she had on was a sheer nightie, leaving very little to the imagination. He steered his thoughts elsewhere, as there was little chance of going down that path given the current situation.

When the guard had pulled him out of his apartment he had his iPod, his cell phone, and a Gerber survival knife on him. They took it all but the iPod, going so far as to even steal his wallet out of his back pocket. That was for identification purposes he supposed, they wanted to know who they were holding. Modest Mouse's Dashboard played on in his ears, as he attempted to drown out the panic around him. Sure, he would love to get out, but he didn't want to draw attention to himself. That was when the college kid started yelling about escape, and he found a debate amongst the crowd in an older gentleman.

Tyler was interested in how it would play out. He was ready to roll with the young man and leave, though he waited to see what would happen. If he attempted to escape just to be tied down, or worse, die in a flurry of bullets, it wouldn't get him very far. Escape was of the utmost importance at some point, as Tyler had little trust in the government. He stepped back behind the mom with her kids, and a fat man with enough body hair it could be considered fur, to avoid drawing any attention to himself.

The plan was to wait and see what happened. If he thought the escape would be successful, he'd make a run of it. Timing was of the utmost importance, leaving might get easier down the line. In life, sometimes timing meant everything.

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As he watched the college kid turn, a hand reached out for Ulysses' shoulder. Turning to face its owner, he found a wiry looking, tattooed fellow with glasses telling him, "Look pal, you can't yell that kind of shit out. These people aren't gonna let us leave, and you're just scaring them, but if you do intend on getting out you're not going to be able to do that alone, let me help you out."

"Wasn't my plan, homie, the one you heard is over there," replied Ulysses, leaning in close so his low voice could be heard over the mumblings and mutterings of the crowd. "But I'd agree with you that no one's getting out of here alone. Name's Ulysses," he offered, extending his hand to shake. "What's yours man?"

A small commotion across the room didn't entirely escape his notice, but the first matter at hand for Ulysses was to see if this escape fervor was going to catch on or not.

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JD, laughed "Sorry man, with the plethora of people here its hard to place the voice." JD shook Ulysses hand, "Name's Jeff, but you call me JD." Jeff caught wind of a commotion happening not that far off resulting an a woman being handcuffed. "These aren't soldiers, their children... scared and confused, and like all children when put in a place of power control is the key issue." JD looked back into Ulysses eyes "War paralyzes your courage and deadens the spirit of true manhood. It degrades and stupefies with the sense that you are not responsible, that 'tis not yours to think and reason why, but to do and die,' like the hundred thousand others doomed like yourself. War means blind obedience, unthinking stupidity, brutish callousness, wanton destruction, and irresponsible murder... Alexander Berkman said that... you have any cigarettes?" JD lose track of what he was saying.

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