Description
Name: Mark Schlego
Age: 25
Physical Appearance: Average build, slightly muscular
Clothing: Khaki bus drivers uniform
Personality
Skills/Hobbies: Driving, racing, fixing cars,
Job before accident: Bus Driver former Minor League Race Car Driver
Personality: Calm, collected, friendly, quiet, depressed, bitter
Likes: Racing, Cars, Pizza, Nascar
Dislikes: Boredom, Aggravating Passangers, quiet
Strengths: Advanced knowledge of not only cars but machinery & circuitry in general. Quick reaction time
Weaknesses: Can't indure intense physical activity for more than 2 hours or he could die.
Equipment
Ten Items you had in your suitcase: Clothes, camera, wrench, timer, soap, brush, bottle of whiskey, peanuts, bottle of scotch, anti-depression pills
History
History: Mark was a former minor league race car driver who was showing promise in his profession, a fatal car crash had damaged his heart severely. He was able to make a full recovery after six months, but because of the accident Mark could no longer drive behind a race car. The adrenaline he gets causes his heart to beat rapidly and it could cause his now fragile heart to fail. He can't endure physical activity for long amounts of time without taking moderate breaks. Mark became depressed and started drinking, he stayed without a job for a couple months receiving unemployment and living off of his previous wealth. Just befor he fell into debt, he was offered a job as a bus driver by one of his former pit crew. He accepted the job and started working their for about a year. This will be his 39th cross country trip.
Family?: Divorced, no kids.
So begins...
After Danniella jumped on the bus and walked calmly down the small pathway to find a spare seat at the back. She sat down, grinning at the thought of leaving this god forsaken town. She, Mark and Elizaveta seemed to be the only ones who were actually happy to leave. The others who were here before sure as hell didn't want the boy to go. Tommy or something, was it? She didn't notice Adrian being whacked over the head with a bottle, and started to wonder why everyone was taking ever so long. She wanted to leave, already!
Is that too much to ask?
Elizaveta put her knees up high, resting on one of the red line buses plastic seats that sat in front of her own. She chewed her full lips, anticipating an escape from the foggy mists and dangerous inhabitants of Glenshire. However, she still did not let up her cautious demeanor and had not begun unwinding the ballet laces that were being used as a handle for her homemade knife. Elizaveta did not look out the window, somehow she felt that if she looked back the fog would swallow them up and they'd never leave the spectral town.
She waited patiently for Mark to begin driving, casting tentative glances at the rough looking young boy every so often. Despite the fact he was going with them, she still found the child a bit dangerous and thought him savage in some ways. Elizaveta did not like the fact that he was armed either.
Mark exited the bus to see what was taking the others so long. There was no one around in the supermarket, but he could hear distant voices towards the back. He headed off to see Adrian unconscious and Tommy having some sort of argument with Cur. "What the hell is wrong with you people?" Mark exclaimed. He walked over to Elena who was dragging the unconscious Adrian, who'd been taken out by a bottle earlier. "Look whoever's not on the bus is not coming with us, you have five minutes to move your asses or your getting stuck here" Mark said frustrated with everyone. He headed back to the bus and stared to wait.