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Marc Patterson

I hate sand, nothing kills machines like sand. At least with snow I can melt it clean.

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a character in “FATAL FASCINATIONS”, as played by Fabricator

Description

Name: Marc “The Mechanic” Patterson
Age: 20
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Role: Boy 2
History: Born and raised on a ranch near Georgetown, Colorado where he learned to be a jack of all trades, helping his father around the farm while his mother and sisters kept the finances under wraps and dealt with the business side. He was always the one to keep the machines working well past the point they should have given up, and that he should have as well. During his high school years he studied cooking in the evening while focusing primarily on engineering, taking it to the next level when he started college. When he first heard about the trip to Everest that was available he worked hard to ensure he was ready for it, and was glad to have made the team.
Personality: While somewhat of an introvert he was forced out of his shell rather often by his siblings and has developed the ability to socialise reasonably well, or at least to the point where he can escape the situation. Preferring the solitude of machines to people; as he knows what makes them tick and normally how to get them to do what he wants, whereas people seem to always try to get him to dance to their tune when he would much rather dance alone. Marc is normally a quiet an diligent guy, always working away with something to keep his mind occupied.
3 Positive things about your character:
Logical Thinker, Methodical, Adventurous
3 Negative things about your character:
Stubborn and doesn’t know when to give up, Somewhat of a pessimistic outlook, Bottles up emotion
Skills:
Mechanical aptitude, Cooking
Fears: Breaking things, Being unable to find solutions, Crowds

So begins...

Marc Patterson's Story

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Liam had already spent his morning in a plane. He came from the mountains of Colorado, and had to take a flight starting at four AM just to get to the connecting flight here, which is another unspeakable amount of hours. As such, his appearance was a little ragged, with messy blonde hair that he did his best to comb out with his fingers. His blue-gray tee shirt had a small Coca-Cola stain from a mishap at breakfast with Marc. At least the coke did it's job, he thought. I'm awake.

He'd spent most of the morning trying to sleep, so navigating this new airport to find the food court was an adventure through barely open eyes. He'd gotten a nap out of it, but it wasn't much. After eating and drinking something caffeinated, he had no trouble making it to the next gate. He sat down and checked over his carry-on bag, making sure everything was still there. It wasn't much, just enough to get them through the hotel for a night before they started their hiking trip. Almost all of his hiking gear and clothes (mostly snow gear and various weather clothes) and living utensils were in his suitcase, below the plane.

Liam boarded the plane less like a zombie this time around, shuffling through the line with his backpack in hand. He chose a middle seat, leaving the window seat to Marc if he wanted to take it. Liam was personally a fan of just taking his assigned seat, but he knew some passengers shifted around for their own enjoyment. He hadn't been sitting for very long, probably fifteen minutes, when a girl with vibrant blue hair came scrambling down the aisle to take a seat near him. She seemed to be in a rush. Maybe airplanes stressed her or something. Liam didn't like to see people stressed, as he knew the feeling far too well. He pulled out a bag of trail mix from his backpack and opened it up. He took a few pieces for himself and then offered it to her, shyly saying, "Do you want some? I don't know, sometimes I feel better once I've eaten some food I guess..." He hoped she wouldn't look at him funny for his nice gesture. It happened more than he'd like to believe or admit.

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Marc rubbed the right side of his face with his hand and mumbled something intelligible as he followed Liam through the airport, almost in a daze. After a couple of a false starts due to repeated yawning he shook his head and tried again, saying that he'd catch him up at the plane. After finding a restroom in order to freshen up somewhat he stared at his reflection in the mirror and came to the conclusion that the journey to this stop over seemed to have hit Liam as hard as it him, going from how ragged they both looked. He splashed a few handfuls of water over his face, lightly rubbing the couple of days stubble before stifling yet another yawn. They were beginning to get on his nerves.

He'd visited the food court and grabbed a couple of bacon sandwiches to settle his stomach after the flight, which he washed down with a bottle of coke. After letting it settle slightly he made his way towards the plane, lightly flipping a coin as he navigated through the security checks and gate on the way. "Surely I'm already on the checked side, why is there always additional ones..." he muttered after yet another en route to the plane.

Just before crossing the gangway onto the plane he popped into a nearby shop (which was conveniently ever so slightly more expensive than previously) and purchased a couple of bottles of water and one of coke for the rather longer flight. Luckily it contained a meal, even if it was likely be a horrible meal it was better than nothing. He showed the attendant his pass and boarded the plane, shrugging his backpack onto his shoulder again as he did.

He carefully made his way up the asle towards his seat and half smirked, half rolled his eyes as he saw he'd have to uproot Liam and some blue haired lass to get to his seat. "Hey mate, settled in eh?" he joked and lent against the seat nearby before turning to the girl "Excuse me but can I get past to the seat?" He thanked her as he shuffled past and made himself comfortable as he stowed his bag under the seat. "See you in a few hours." He said, nodding at Liam as he ran his fingers through his hair before pulling his Indiana Jones-esque hat down over his eyes and leaning back into the chair.

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He could vaguely feel someone jostling him, and maybe if he focused he could almost hear his name being whispered... No... Shouted. He jerked suddenly and bashed his head on the window, cursing he moved the hat aside to see Liam leaning over him, his face white as a sheet as he stared out of the window at something. He shook his head slightly and yawned, rubbing his eye slightly before being jerked suddenly by the plane. "mmmh?" he grunted still half asleep before he heard Liam calling his name and shaking his shoulder. Now fully awake he could make out what his friend was saying.

"What do you mean by 'going down' Liam?" was all he had time to say before he got his answer as the plane hit the water. Cursing as he was thrown forwards, slumping into the chair in front but mostly kept in place by his belt. He lay still for awhile, his breath slow and laboured as he regained his senses. He reached under the chair and grabbed his backpack, and readjusted his hat slightly as the water piled in. It seemed as if everything was moving in slow motion, the plane was filling up but it was as if it was frozen as Marc walked through it.

As he reached the ramp out of the plane he could see that most of the crew and passangers were gone, the only ones left were a couple of flight attendants who seemed to have more care for the crew than themselves and the captain who was dragging his wounded co-pilot and shouting at everyone to leave. The noises were deafening but it was all just background noise to Marc as he drifted through the chaos.

At least it was till he hit the water. Reality came screaming back so hard it physically hurt, the fires, the screams, the smoke. It was painful and it distorted everything so quickly. As he'd been sliding down towards it, he'd caught a glimpse of Liam half afloat, half drowning. So he tried to head in the same direction, which was hard but he could just about hear a cry for help coming from the rough area which sounded like Liam. He swam through the darkened waters, his own life jacket helping him, not that he needed it. He saw that his friend had almost made it to a life boat, so he sped up slightly to get there as well.

As he reached Liam, he could see his friend was in trouble and was struggling to breathe, let alone climb into the boat. "I've got you mate, don't worry!" He called out as he grabbed the side of the boat with one hand and Liam with the other, using the ropes around it to lever him up before pushing him inside. Struggling for breath himself at this point he heaved himself up and into the boat. Collapsed on the floor of the inflated boat he let his breathing slow before speaking. "At least we're alive eh?" He said, trying to smile, if only half heartedly.

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Character Portrait: Natasha Everem Character Portrait: Allison "Alli" Quinn Character Portrait: Liam Foster Character Portrait: Soda Aleks Character Portrait: Marc Patterson Character Portrait: Ronnie Davis Character Portrait: Jackson Greene Character Portrait: Willow Kimberland
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Alli looked at Ronnie with appreciation in her eyes for saving her. She couldn't speak for she was still choking back water. I was so close to death...but here I am.After coughing a few times, she finally noticed both Nat and Willow where on the raft as well. Thank God, they are alive! Even after all she's been through, she was able to crack upon a small smile. "Can't get rid of me that easily." Her voice croaked as she let out another cough. Her bloodshot eyes looked around herself to see their were other teens who had survived as well. The same blue haired girl I saw before! She also noticed three other new guys were on the boat as well. Now, is a good time for a nap... And she fell unconscious, her tired body uncaring for the current event.

Many hours late she awoke to Willow slamming against her. "What happened?" She mumbled still half asleep. The sound of Willow screaming "Land!" made Alli jolt upright. "Where?!" but her eyes were soon met with the answer to her question. An island, with a huge beach! She jumped out of the boat and keeled, feeling the sand as to see if she was dreaming. "Whoa, this is the real deal..." Her attention was then caught by a hermit crab crawling in the sand. A Dardanus calidus, but this one is a little larger then normal. Plus its abdomen seems to be protected by a pointed shell, rather then a rounded one. The hermit crab fascinated her so much she nearly forgot of her current situation. Stupid Alli! This is not a petting zoo. My friends are probably worried on what to do now.

"It'll be alright, girls." She said confronting her best friends. "We may or may not be near civilization, but it shouldn't be too hard to find food and shelter around here. Water most importantly." Alli didn't have anything except her purse filled with rubber bands and entertainment items. Nothing of use in there. Alli sighed. "What do you say we start looking around the island? Maybe someone does live here, or maybe we can at least find a stream of fresh water. I'll see if I can get the other teens to join."

Ronnie was one of the first guys to walk out of the boat, and Alli took this moment to thank him. "About earlier, thank you for saving my life. I'm Alli." She held out a hand. "You are?" She wanted to at least know the name of the guy who saved her. Plus he probably knew some of the others and it'll be easier to tell them her idea.

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Character Portrait: Natasha Everem Character Portrait: Allison "Alli" Quinn Character Portrait: Liam Foster Character Portrait: Soda Aleks Character Portrait: Marc Patterson Character Portrait: Ronnie Davis Character Portrait: Jackson Greene Character Portrait: Willow Kimberland
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When the water had burst in through the flaps of the raft he'd jerked awake suddenly due to being the other closest to it. But before he could do anything he saw the girl on the other side had already go up and fastened it shut. He smiled and muttered a thanks before nodding off again. The next he knew was that the girl had pulled open the flaps and was calling out something about land nearby. What really woke him up was the thumb of the raft beaching itself on said land.

He pulled himself up and through the flaps, jumping down onto the sand of the beach. "Well its not Everest... mores the pity." He repositioned his hat to sheild his eyes better from the sun, before walking a little further up the beach to a small outcrop of rocks with trees that had grown over them to form a shaded area with protection from the jungle behind. He put his rucksack down and took off his jacket, placing it next to it.

"Right, water and food." He rubbed his hands together and looked at the area around them.