Mark Schelego's Story

Rainie arched her eyebrow further when the driver's response was given. Any other person would have been deeply offended at his tone and words, but a smile tugged at her lips. Wait, a smile? That was something that hadn't happened in quite a while. Surprise shot through her and the smile faded as quickly as it had appeared. It had been a long time since anyone had managed to pull a smile out of her, a very long time. In fact, it had been so long she couldn't remember the last time. But his response hadn't been what she expected. Normally people just accepted her bluntness without a word, but he was different. Without another word, she followed him onto the bus, leaning against one of the seats as she watched him carefully.

"I don't think you'll get that to work," She whispered, approaching him slowly. Leaning across, she moved his hand away with her fingertips, adjusting the dial quickly. "There isn't any signal out here. Not even radio waves. Which is a really, really bad sign." She looked up, realised how close she was to Mark and tore away, returning to her original position. Clearing her throat, she looked out of the window, squinting slightly. There seemed to be no more movement, from anything out there.

"What do you think happened to us?" She asked, looking at him with a gentle frown. "I mean, this isn't normal is it?"

Mark was aggravated with the ham radio and not having any signal from it. He turned off the bus to save power, It seemed like they would be staying in the bus for the night. "Well that means were basically screwed and I can't leave here to find some sort of road sign or map. This is just too much." Mark sat down in one of the empty seats "As far as what happened to us, your guess is as good as mine, maybe we crashed, maybe we all just got pissy drunk and woke up here, maybe we all died and this is hell." he said this with his hand on his chin. "This whole situation isn't normal, like some setup for a horror movie. I would walk the road to see if I could get help, but I don't know how far the next town is. On top of that I got a group of people who just wander off without thinking about all these unconscious bodies who lay here unguarded." Mark said looking around the bus.

Mark noticed that it was getting warmer, feeling that it was probably the afternoon.

Elizaveta:

Elizaveta saw Cur and slipped out by a window, before anyone had a chance to speak against it, The hunter saw this but allowed it. He didn't mind her too much, and would let her go for the time being. She wandered back towards Mark and noted a new person speaking with him, The Russian girl waved lazily, not even trying for good English "Allo, Name is Elizaveta." That was all she said to Rainie before turning to Mark "Any luck?" She said pointing to the HAM radio. The Dancer disappeared into the Red line bus for a moment and retrieved her suitcase, looking through it and finding her water bottle, before taking a sip and replacing it in it's original location.

The waif-like dancer then sat atop the traveling case and rested her chin on petite hands before remembering why she was there and saying "There is a man...In the ah..." She looked in the tiny English phrase book that she carried on her at all times "Supermarket...He has many knives...Probably danger." Elizaveta seemed worried as she spoke the last words, but knew becoming panicked would not solve anything, so she took it all in stride.


Adam:
Cur's stare was as sharp and piercing as the knives gripped in his spindly fingers, he swung down again and held a blade close to Danniella's throat. "Well…I wouldn't want to dull my blade slicing your neck…" Cur smiled and traced the blade along her cheeks "Or your lips, dolly." he was referencing the Black Dahlia Murders. Cur let out a soft and silvery chuckle, this wasn't really a threat, being more his own brand of twisted and dark humor. "A glasgow grin doesn't become a lady anyways, So I suppose we do not have to fight f---"

Cur stopped and raised an eyebrow "My son?!" His Romanian dialect was thicker when surprised, it seemed, and he'd been told it had almost the same quality as Bela Lugosi's in the classic horror film 'Dracula', he couldn't get around that though as it was simply how he spoke. "Hey now, he's not my kid, but he is a good kid…Lost his parents..." The hunter had started mumbling at that point and he almost seemed to disregard the newcomers presences, hanging there and staring off into space, his eyes taking on a glassy sheen.

Mark saw Elizaveta come back when she asked him if he had any luck. "No unfortunately, there seems to be absolutely no signal" he answered. When Elizaveta had told him that there was a strange man with knives by the supermarket his demeanor changed. He knew this town was dangerous and that's why he didn't want anyone wandering in the first place. Without saying a word Mark got on the red line bus, and pulled out his suitcase from under his chair. He grabbed the bottle of scotch that was placed under it. He walked out of the bus and headed down the street. "You two stay on the bus, close the doors, and watch those people" Mark said as he turned around walking backwards. He turned back around opening the bottle of scotch and began to drink.

He approached the supermarket to see a man covered in dirt, looking homeless, holding a blade to Daniella's neck. Mark to a chug more of the half empty scotch bottle. The man seemed to be distracted by his own rambling so Mark snuck up from behind him quietly as he could, putting his lips over his fingers so Daniella would keep quiet. Mark swung the bottle at Cur aiming for the top of his head.

Adam wasn't exactly covered in dirt save for a few places where sooty dirt had gotten on his neck and right cheek. He actually took care of himself when he could, and he was even clean shaven for the most part, so he looked more rough than homeless. He heard Elena's yell at the same time Mark swung at him and moved out of the way but not quite, and the bottle grazed the back of his head, just enough to be quite painful but not cause any true damage. Cur didn't yell out but rather took in a sharp intake of breath that sounded like a sharp gasp. He shook his head and put both hands on the rafters that his knees hung from, the room was spinning for a moment as the injury flooded his brain with pain signals.

Cur got his bearings and was crouched again on the rafters, His teeth were gritting as he spoke "Now...I was just about to let you people go on peacefully." He smiled and shrugged, though his eyes were shut in anger or pain, his head now dripping blood "I suppose this means war, now doesn't it?"

He moved to take Danniella by the hair, perhaps a hostage would turn the scales, if successful in grabbing her Cur would have dripped blood on her from the gaping wound in his head, and held Dani with a firm yet shaking grasp.

((Edited to fit Elena's interaction with Cur)

Elena
"Where the hell is he?" Elena wandered the streets in the direction Cur had gone in search of the new group of strangers that arrived in Glenshire. She got worried and made to follow after him, eventually coming upon a store where she saw Cur conversing with his usual methods to the strangers and then saw a new man come up with a bottle of sorts. "Hey look out!" Elena shouted out loud, but it was too late as the bottle hit Cur in the head.

Adrian
Adrian's eyes widened when he saw the bus driver hit the stranger on the head with his scotch bottle. His eyes followed the man as he crouched on the rafters again, "What a strange man." He mumbled to himself observing the stranger. Adrian then saw the man try and make an attempt to grab Danniella, "Oh no you don't!" He said as he rushed forward and pulled her back before the man had a solid grip on Danni and take her hostage.

Danniella stared at Cur. "Oh come on! What did I do!?" She tried to break free but failed miserably. She just stopped the blood from touching her with one of her free hands after she realised he had a grip of steel. She made it so her hair had just enough slack not to be painful. "Look, Sir! We meant no harm! We're only human, and humans just want to protect themselves and their friends. Please, let me go! And, I'd prefer you didn't slit my throat. My uh.. my family will miss me. I have a son. Um.. 8 years old." She thought of little puppies, crying for their mom and her eyes watered. A lump came in her throat and she put on a believeable act of being absalutaly terrified. "Please, don't hurt us." She was this scared, but had grown use to not being able to show it she had to put on a show in her head to make any emotion actually appear on her face. "I'm sorry.. Please..."

Rainie just nodded instead of speaking. She could feel the agitation practically rolling off of him. Silently, she reached for suitcase and rummaged in its depths. Withdrawing her camera, she loaded the batteries and clicked it on. Ignoring the new woman when she approached, she went through the settings and adjusted them before looking up at Mark's departure. Swinging the strap over her neck, she brushed her blonde hair out of the way and allowed her eyes to flit around the bus quickly.

"Rainie," She said bluntly to the woman, pushing off of the seat and heading outside. Well if this was some freak accident then she was going to document it for their return. Raising the camera to her eyes, she snapped a few shots of the buses before turning and looking around her. Mark had just disappeared into the supermarket and she decided to follow. He was her best chance at figuring out what was going on. Well, he seemed to be the only one awake anyway at the moment. Besides the woman, but she didn't really think much of her yet.

Clicking the camera shut, she jogged over to the supermarket, slipping in the door. "Hey, Mark wasn't it..." Her voice cut off as events unfolded inside of the supermarket. A gasp escaped her lips as a grimy man hanging from the rafters snatched another woman by the hair. She gulped, running over to be of some assistance. When the woman began to beg, she winced at her words before standing tall and striding the final distance. She arched an eyebrow in a cocky way, though she was shouting inside.

"I don't think that was very polite," She said sarcastically, glaring at the man. A thought occurred to her. He was in the dark rafters. It was fairly dark in here anyway which meant he might not be used to light. Lifting her camera, she pushed up the flash and clicked. "Say cheese." Light flooded the area and as it did, she made to grab the woman from his grasp.

Light from a camera filled the room, so what? He thought, it wasn't like he lived his life in darkness, the firstcomers weren't a new breed of rats, and this mentality insulted him, or perhaps she was simply trying to take a picture of him..? For whatever reason.

Cur would pull Danni back, almost pulling some of her hair out as Adrian and Rainie made a grab for her. Adam's brow furrowed when Danniella began blubbering at him and he spoke with his smooth accent and dark voice, like black coffee dripping from his lips "Oh please, don't give me that damsel in distress routine...I would have taken one of the men hostage but they are more likely to care and follow rules when a female is abducted, just another rule of your stupid society. And I'm not going to kill you , doll-face, just bash your brains in and cut you up like a stuck pig you little curvă..." He laughed again having called her 'Whore' in Romanian and spoke with a grin "Only joking! But I do need Insurance, so you will be coming with me." He meant insurance against any threat that the newcomers possessed, he'd do anything to protect the people he thought of as family.
With that, he went to lift her up and would hold her roughly in his arms with ease, he was strong from his years as the hunter of Glenshire.

Cur turned to Elena, with a nod of gratitude "Thanks Lena, you saved me from that monster." He would have spat in Mark's direction.




((So i'm not godmodding I will always leave things open by saying "He would" Or "He went to" Just thought i'd say that ^^)

Tommy heard a bit of screaming as he ran through the alleyways so he stopped and headed back just to see what happened. He positioned himself back on the movie theatre roof. He saw the situation and was about to throw a knife to disarm Cur but he saw that another man lunging to get Danielle out of his grip and then a bright flash. This was beginning too much and he knew someone was going to die here. Tommy took another knife out of his belt and clinked them together which was the sound for all First Comers to head home. Cur was bloody and Elena looked distressed, for some of the more elder members of the group, he looked down on them. He felt that they were weak. Tommy continued to make the noise hoping that they would retreat back to Rick's Mattress Store in the west part of Glenshire.

Elena head the noise and knew it was Tommy making them and walked forward looking up at Cur, "Put her down! Leave it for another day!" Elena commanded with a firm voice, though she didn't hold the level of leadership that Cur held. Elena knew for a fact that he would always take her opinion and added it in when making his decisions of what to do. That was somewhat formed of the bond and friendship she had formed with him. Sometimes Elena's calm presence and patience would cool down Cur from making irrational decisions, though she was unsure of whether he would heed her words this time. She turned to the group and her eyes widened when she saw him. "What is he doing here?" She softly said to herself.

"They don't know me! Why would they care?! Please! This is not a joke now, please please please!! Just... Wait, did you call me a whore!?" She glared at him, then remembered she was meant to be pleading for her life. "I just want to go home!" She cried, real tears rolling down her cheeks. She wiped them away, but the river still lay at the bottom of her eyes. She was going to die, here, unless she could think of something and quick! Her only hope was the womans words.

Mark continued to drink and now was a little bit more than tipsy since what he was drinking was strong scotch. "Hey....hey, you don't tell me what to do pal. Now here's what's gonna happen you're gonna get hit...in the face with this bottle, with this bottle and then if you want you can die. Okay?" Mark stumbled towards Daniella and the man who held her only to fall down on his face three steps later. The bottle rolled away from him and stopped right at Daniella's feet.

"Drunk idiot." Elena watched the man as Cur put the young woman down on the ground, "Let's go." It was a simple phrase, but it was enough to know that it was time to leave. Besides these outsides would never know where they stayed, they be struggling to find a place for themselves soon enough. While nowhere having the define accuracy of Cur, she was still graceful enough to move among the buildings and rooftops as he and so she figured that would be their best way to get back to their in the fastest way possible. Elena's eyes went over the outsiders again, then stayed on one person before making her own way back home. "Why would he be here? Why would Adrian Turner show up in his god forsaken place?" She mumbled to herself.

Danniella stumbled over to Mark, kneeling down to him. She wipped her eyes, tapping him. "Mark? Get up.." She was suprised herself by the weakness of her own voice. She looked up, glancing around. She stumbled back to the bottle. She picked it up, reading the label and half tempted to whack Mark around the head with it, but instead she threw it as far as she could where no-one was. She wasn't dead? They had spared her?! Then, something she had not recognised with the panic running through her head sprang to mind. Did the man call Mark a monster? She looked up and down at the people who surrounded her. "They're.. They... think.. Monster?!"

Mark looked up at Daniella, still a bit tipsy, but not unconscious like everyone might've thought he was. "Did you hit him across the head with the bottle I rolled over to you" he asked while looking up at her. Mark ignored when Danielle said monster because she spoke in a broken sentence and he was already drunk off his ass barely coherent as it was. Mark began to stand up and quite perfectly. Mark began walking normally back to the bus, he had a bit of experience with liquor, this man was no lightweight. "Everyone..." he hiccuped "...will you pleeeease get back on the damn bus before something else happens!" Mark yelled drunkly and then turning away as he slowly walked back to the bus. Mark looked at Adrian on the way out, giving him an odd look "Who the hell are you?" Mark said not waiting for an answer and continuing to walk. He looked at Rainie who was holding a camera "Make sure you get my good side sweetie" he said as he winked at her, finally making it to the door of the supermarket and heading out into the street.

Rainie let out a sigh of relief when the man released Danniella, who fell beside Mark. Glancing at the collapsed man, she rolled her eyes and shook her head with complete disbelief. "And he wonders how we ended up here?" She asked sarcastically, turning her camera off again and adjusting the strap so that it was resting on her stomach. "Are you alright?" It was directed towards Daniella, though it came out kind of sharp. When he looked up and then finally got up off the floor, she arched an eyebrow in surprise. She thought that he'd passed out with all that alcohol, but apparently not. It was a miracle that he hadn't actually.

"Oh trust me, sweetheart I will." She muttered as she snapped a shot of him with a click of her tongue. Without another word, she followed him out of the door. "I don't think you're really...fit to...do anything actually." Frowning she took stride alongside of him, eyeing him out of the corner of her eye. This whole situation was becoming out of control. "But I do think you're right to return to the bus. We're in danger out here, clearly." She cast a wary look around, looking out for the man who had taken Danniella hostage.

Adam had already slipped back out through the hole in the ceiling that had allowed him entry, perching on the roof a moment, he sat watching Mark while laughing and muttering "Drunken idiot." Just loud enough for him to hear, but not so loud he would have been able to tell where the voice came room without looking about for a time. And with that Cur nimbly leapt onto the rooftop of the movie theater and continued hopping from roof to roof like some sort of trapeze artist or tree scaling feline,as he made his way back to the derelict Mattress store where the first comers lived.

Elizaveta: She saw mike was coming back and opened the door of the Red Bus and knew by his stride that he was intoxicated. That was pretty dumb, in her opinion, getting drunk in such a dangerous situation. Regardless she waved with a grin and held up the nail file turned dagger saying "Made a Knife." with her ever heavy Russian accent. She'd tied her long waves of brown hair into a bun, having used the strings off her ballet shoes that were stashed in the brown suitcase she possessed, and had also used some of the left over strings to make a grip for her new weapon. Elizaveta had been thinking on ways to get herself out of the situation they were in, rather than go chasing some heavily armed man in the Supermarket. Besides, if any man came sneaking up on her she'd give him a quick jab with the blade and he'd be done for, she didn't need people running to save her.

Mark laughed at Rainie for saying he wasn't fit to do anything, thinking about all those professional racing trophies that laid back at home.

"But I do think you're right to return to the bus. We're in danger out here, clearly."
Mark turned to Rainie and smirked a bit because he was glad someone understood the severity of the situation, but then he remembered that Rainie had followed him against his wishes. "I told you to stay back with those people. If anything happened to them it's on my ass. I mean seriously, you brought a camera to a knife fight. Did you think this guy was going to be photo shy and run away?" Mark started laughing hysterically but soon ceased "...but thanks anyway" Mark soon found himself in front of the red line bus, where he hobbled on, and sat down i the drivers seat. "I need a little rest. Elizaveta!" he called out "I know english isn't your strong point, but your the only one to have to slightest bit of sense here, so could you please make sure these guys don't leave these buses" he said as serious as can be before turning on his side and closing his eyes to a now diminishing sun as it turned to the late afternoon.

Elizaveta :
She gave Mark a thumbs up to indicated she understood the request, silence was easier. The russian ballerina held up the knife she had carved out of one of a lengthy nail file, the sort one might see in a beauty parlor or wholesale shop. "Allo" She said addressing everyone there, she figured the Russian greeting ‘Allo’ sounded enough like the English ‘Hello’ for it to be understood.
"Try to stay in area, if leave, I will not run to help" She paused trying to find more words, she really was doing her best to communicate "Don't run after knife-man, don't be stupid, stay in bus." Was what she finally settled on say. With those instructions the nineteen year old foreigner went back to her place in the bus, she was rummaging around it yet again, looking for more supplies that could be utilized in their dire situation.

Adam:
Cur ran quickly along a pipeline that led to the mattress store, before reaching the end of it and swinging down onto the top of the building where Elena stood. "Lena, Lena, dragă Lena" He teased playfully calling her 'Dear Lena'. The hunter sat with his black boot clad feet hanging off the edge of the roof. On the building across from them, was a large mural drawn in charcoal by Cur, it was a very realistic looking portrait of Lena and Tommy standing together, not in Glenshire but in a rather picturesque meadow, filled with differently shaded blossoms, and bountiful fruit trees, this would have sold for quite a lot of money if it had been on a canvas or poster instead of an immovable wall. He grinned at her and said "Finished it this morning, whatcha think?"

Cur then yelled inside to Tommy "Hey, You know...You didn't need to kill rats today, I killed a lost goose last night, poor bastard is hanging near my bow."