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Alasdair

"I can't say. I don't remember."

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a character in “Welcome to the BLACK”, as played by Kyren.Laili

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Name
Alasdair
Age
19
Appearance
Alasdair is tall, and stands to be about 6'1". He muscles are toned, but not built. His hair is black and at an average length that doesn't go past his ears. His eyes are a dull green and the iris' change, which most people find very odd. Instead of vibrant colors, Alasdair tends to wear plain black, grey and white clothing that range from hoodies, jackets, t-shirts and more. His face is sharp but with average features.
Abnormalities
His eyes fade into small, mechanical clocks that can either tick by slowly, or spin quickly. It depends on what sort of trance he falls into. They fade back when the trance is over and he regains full consciousness.
Distinctive marks
He has various tattoos spread out across his body, though most of them he hasn't noticed. One that he has found, however, is his name. To add to that, the only other one he's found is in a different language. It is a feathery, black phrase, reading "Χάστε όχι μια στιγμή". He has no memory of what that might mean, or what language it is. Save for all of the tattoos, his skin is pretty clear.
Other
Alasdair is a heavy smoker, and smokes when stressed or upset. He will probably smoke if there is a cigarette nearby.

So begins...

Alasdair's Story

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The sounds are coming from my left, or should I say to the East of me? My compass says East, so I'll stick with that. It's been about an hour since I stumbled out of the place. My eyes hurt at first, seeing so much light at once. But they adjusted in a matter of minutes. The fresh air also took me by surprise. How long was I in there for? Who knows, really. But it felt nice to finally breathe some real air. I remember being pushed out of a building, and wondering where I was, and what I was supposed to do next (I'm still not sure). I assumed that I wasn't going the get back inside that building, so I began to walk. South, to be exact. And so, after an hour of walking, I have found myself here. Which is basically only a few thousand meters from where I began. Wait to go, Alasdair. Or at least that's what I think my name is. The man who ushered me out of the building had said it once, and I could only assume he meant me. Plus, it has a nice ring to it. So there you go.

I'm Alasdair.

I'm wearing some dark jeans, a grey t-shirt and a black hoodie. I was also equipped with a small brass pocketwatch (that coincidentally doesn't work, might I add), a (crappy) little swiss army knife, this compass I'm holding, ten matches and a tarp, which have all been compressed into a small sling-satchel that is currently hanging from my shoulder. I guess they don't expect me to go far. Or carry much. Because there aren't many supplies in here for whatever wild, nonsensical task I must've been given. Apparently I'm a criminal. Or was. If I stop to think about it, I wouldn't be surprised if this was true. I do seem cold. My hair is rather dark and messy. I'm probably some badass theif or mafia member. Or was. I let out a long sigh. This is getting too complicated and my head hurts. Would it have been too difficult to give me a tylenol, you guys? I think to myself.
I take the compass and shove it in my pocket. Should I go East and confront the sounds I'm hearing? If I'm right, then that sound is talking. People talking. Do I really trust myself yet? The criminal in me says 'aw, c'mon. To hell with it. Let's go.' Or is that just me being stubborn? Whatever. To hell with it. Let's go.

I start walking towards the noises, being cautious of course. What if I'm wanted or something? Are they police? I don't know what it is but I decide not to turn around, but to keep going and confront them. As I get closer, their words become clearer. "One moment." I hear one say. Sounds like a guy. Young, but not much younger than myself. I don't think he's a threat. So I dare to get closer. I'm still far away enough that none of them will see me, but If I talk then they'd know I was here, so I don't. I can't see very well, and the figures are hard to see through the things around me. But at least I can tell there's more than two. That could be a threat. My fingers find their way to the side of the satchel where I can feel the lump of the small swiss knife.

My eyes widen in realization and I jerk my arm away from the knife. A switch is turned on in my brain and I can't believe it. I had actually been considering using a knife against these people. These people who I didn't know. Feeling confused and upset, I crouch down and put my head in my hands. I feel a craving for something, and suddenly I notice an absence. I usually have a cigarette between my lips. The headache gets worse.

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I'm no longer focused on the pounding sensation in my head, but rather on the particularly loud scream that came from further in the forest. Something in me hurts, and I find myself wanting to go and help. "Tyk..." I hear myself mutter, which scares me. Was that a name? Was that a word? I run my fingers through my messy black hair, then shake my head. Don't worry about that now. I think to myself, standing from my crouching position and walking, no- running -in the direction of the scream.

It feels like I've been running forever, but when I get there, I understand I haven't missed anything. There is some sort of large cat facing a girl. The girl is young, and an feeling I can only assume is protectiveness consumes me. Even if I'm badass (or I'm pretty sure I am), I'm not stupid. I know full well that there is no possible way (with only the supplies I have now) that I could take on the beast. By now the girl is gone. It took me this long to understand I had to run too. So, I run after her. Whether or not the lion followed, I don't know. I should keep my distance from the girl in case she thinks I'm going to hurt her. So I slow my pace and glance around while jogging forward. Where'd she go?

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Somebody is following me. I feel my hand reach down to where the knife is and I stop and duck behind a tree. I look at my hands, and all I can do is stare at the hand that clearly wanted to kill somebody. Thinking about it, it was weird that I had automatically gone for the knife. I had never killed anybody with wait a second. How did I know that? A memory tugs at me, just out of reach. I shake my head, and then go back to wondering what to do about my follower. I can't see them, since its now very dark, but running into more mountain lions would be bad. So the logical thing to do would be to go and try to talk. But what if they try to kill me? Well, better that than mountain lion or something else large and carnivorous. With that in mind, I step out of the shadows, hold up my hands, and say "Please don't kill me. 14 is too young to be killed by somebody after you have just escaped from a mountain lion." The one response I had not expected was to be laughed at.

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I stop. In the corner of my eye I can (barely) see the same girl holding her hands up. "Please don't kill me. 14 is too young to be killed by somebody after you have just escaped from a mountain lion." She says, which makes me laugh a bit. I have a feeling I used to like to laugh (then again, who doesn't?). I cock my head to the side. "How can you be too sure you escaped? Mountain lions are fast, you know. It can probably smell us too." I pause to raise my hands as well, then I look behind me. "So. Do you have any idea what's going on?" I ask, but then shake my head.
"Scratch that. We should get somewhere safe. Oh- and don't worry about me killing you and all. All I have is a swiss army knife. You can take it if you're worried." I shrug, realizing what I have just said implies that I intend to stay with her. "I mean, if that's okay with you." I say awkwardly, still hoping not to freak her out.

I give the situation some thought. What would I think if I were a few years younger and stuck out here? There was even a mountain lion. I wouldn't be able to handle that. Or would I? Who knows, I don't because I don't remember what I was like when I was that young. Am I a recent criminal? Or have I been corrupt for years? The headache seems to be predominant again. I should take it easy with this girl. She's probably scared, so I'll leave her be if she wants. But again, I feel the need to protect her. "I should have led with an introduction. Or rather, an explanation. But can we get to that once we've found a safer place? I have a tarp."

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I wait awhile, for her reply, but then I realize it was a long shot. So I guess we really are out here on our own. I think, and lower my eyes to the ground. "It was worth a try, anyways. Good luck." I mumble, a little disheartened. I lower my hands from the air and adjust the satchel at my side. Before I leave I put my hand in my pocket and pull out the compass. I toss it in the direction of the girl, hoping she'll get more use from it than I have. Then without hesitation I walk past her, my eyes kept forward. I am walking North. I won't need the compass, because a memory of a survival class triggered in my mind, and I remember the ways to tell direction. The sun is falling and the stars should show me.
I don't make it too far by the time the sun goes down and it's too dark to see. I'm pleased to find a tall enough tree to climb. I'm even more pleased to know it has a fork in it, where I can put the tarp up for protection from wind and rain. After I'm finished setting up, I lean back and close my eyes.

I dream of a young boy. Fourteen or fifteen, I guess. He holds an even younger girl's hand. There's a ten year gap between the two. The scene opens up more to reveal darkness, but as it clears I can see it's a dimly lit street, with large towering buildings all around them. It seems like forever that the two are walking, hand in hand. The occasional person will bump into one of them. The boy is never phased, and keeps walking. But the girl jumps each time and her large eyes look up to the boy in shock.

A silent 'snap' wakes me. I look down immediately, searching for movement below my tree. After a while I assume it was only an animal. An animal. Food. I think, and slowly sit up. I'll have to set a trap tomorrow, if I can remember how. I think back to the dream, and smile a little. I decide the two were siblings.

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I wake again, not exactly sure what time it is. My throat is dry. My hand finds its way up to my lips, which are starting to become cracked. How long have I been sleeping? Not sure. But the last I remember is wanting to set up a trap. I shift uncomfortably, the emptiness in my stomach is suddenly obvious. I look down, hoping that the ground isn't too far of a drop. I jump and... crack a sharp pain shoots up my leg. I don't expect it to hurt as much as it does. Or for my ankle to give way. I pull myself up off the ground and brush myself off. As I go to walk, I fall forward and I just barely throw my hands out in front of me before my face hits the ground. The ankle must be sprained. Letting out a loud sigh, I get up again and reach my hands our to the nearest tree and rest up against it. I pick up a good sized stick and hold it against my leg, giving support to the ankle. I look around for any sort of string and shrug when the only thing I find is plant stems. I take off my sweater and wrap it around the leg and stick, then tie it over with the plant stems. My eyes wander around the ground in search of a walking stick. I can't find one so I reluctantly snap a branch off of a nearby tree. This will do for now, until I can... what? What exactly can I do about this? I'm out in the middle of nowhere. No hospital is going to accept some... some criminal like me. I have barely any supplies to deal with this.

I am angry. I can't remember the last time I was angry like this. But I can't really remember much anyhow. I crave a cigarette. But I know that if I get that into my system now it will make hunger and thirst worse, so I push the thought away and focus on finding some food.

After a while of looking around in search of something edible and setting a few traps, I come across some berries. They are red, which is usually a bad sign, but I pick up a few anyways. I'm not stupid, and I know (somehow) that I shouldn't just eat some random plant. The survival class burns bright in my head again. I remember it saying to sample the plant first. I burst one of the berries and put some of the juice from it on my lower lip. If I wait fifteen minutes, and my lips aren't numb, then it should be safe to try a few.

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After putting the berry's juice on my lower lip, I wrap them up and carefully place them in my bag. Then I begin to walk again, way too conscious of the pain in my ankle as I do. I make it about 100 meters before having to stop at another tree. "Honestly... Where on earth am I headed?" I ask myself aloud, raising my hand to my hair.

I'm so confused.

I was only shoved out here yesterday, no knowledge of who I am or why I'm here. I have a few things with me, but nothing that'll be of use in getting answers. Hell, me wandering about isn't going to get me answers either. I can't really interact with people, can I? I'm a- or was a criminal. Or at least that's what I was told yesterday. My head is hurting again. This is unfair. What did I do? How can I reflect on my past sins if I don't even know what they were! It hurts So much that I forget about my ankle. Am I a murderer? A thief? Fugitive? It's just pounding. Why did I feel like I needed to protect that little girl? My ears are ringing. Why did I say "Tyk" back then?!

I've passed out. A clock dances around my vision until I start to see something else.


There's the boy again, and the little girl. They're still holding hands. The little girl still looks scared, yet the boy- her brother -has his jaw set and his eyes looking forward like a set of stones . The people around them look.... busy. So engulfed in themselves that they don't even realize the two children. It feels like I've been watching them walk for twenty minutes now. Neither of them have said a word. I didn't even notice that their surroundings changed. They're no longer on a bustling city street, but in an ugly, dirty-looking alley beside a towering apartment building. The two of them walk up about three sets of metal stairs (likely a fire escape) before the girl reluctantly lets go of her brother's hand. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a key, unlocking the door in front of them and throws it open. He looks to his sister and briefly sets a hand on her head before stepping inside. She walks after him. I try to follow them in, to see what's inside, but the siblings have disappeared into what seems like a smoky abyss.

No. Its fading... I'm back to seeing clocks up against my eyelids. Then I open them.


And....There's a spider on my hand. I shake it off immediately, then use my arms to push myself up. There's a lot of dirt on my face. Of course with my luck I fell forward. I try to wipe it away but it smudges. I blink a few times, and I can see the clock. There are roman numerals as the hours. I keep blinking but is goes away. My head doesn't hurt anymore. Well, not like it had been anyhow. I stay still for a second or two, feeling odd, somehow. My bottom lip is numb, that's why. Frustration comes over me. "Crap. This stuff is poisonous then? Is that why I fell? No more forest fruit I guess." I say to myself.