Utterly Mad

Progress through work, Work through faith, faith through diligence, Diligence through re-education



The next train pulled into the entrance of the camp and the guards quickly unloaded the occupants. Men, women, and children were ordered out of the train and two men entered to check for any who had disobeyed the order. A handful of shots were heard echoing from the train cars before the two soldiers hopped out of them. One of them held up two fingers and the Keeper wrote in his books.
One of the men from the train car attempted to take a guard's rifle but the guard knocked him to the ground. The captain walked over and looked down at the man for a second before lifting a pistol and firing. With another shout the order was given to the new arrivals to enter the camp proper. This is where you first saw the new arrivals.
More of the same that were constantly shuffled into and out of the camp. You turned back to your work so as not to draw the ire of the guards. You did so until the bell rang and you shuffled back to your rooms to sleep.
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Name:
Age:
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History:
Record: (what 'crimes' did you commit to arrive here.)


As a note this is more focused on the RP rather than on mechanics, so if you can give me a plausible explanation and your character could do it with their skills and history then I'll allow it. If not I'll roll for it.

Name: Cillin Carver
Age: 27
Skills: Speaking, Melee, Marksmanship, Stealth.
History: A well-known "person of interest," Carver's been a thorn in the side of any form of organized authority since the day he was born. A true-blue political anarchist, he's been an influential member of various rebel groups over the past few years, thanks to his tireless attitude when it comes to sticking it to the man, and his ability to rile crowds up like no other. Needless to say, since his incarceration, he's been rather bothersome to the prison personnel, and he's earned his fair share of beatings for it.
Record: Six counts of incitement to imminent lawless action, two counts of assault with a deadly weapon, three counts of assault, two counts of murder.

Gil looks at large hole and blinks once. Is this really happening? he thought. He got up and sprinted towards the large hole as fast as he could.

The two of you rush through the hole as you hear a spray of gunfire followed shortly by a guard yelling "Do a headcount, find out if anyone escaped!"
Sounds like you two have some time as you emerge  into a ramshackle area of broken down buildings and decaying hunks of metal. You'll need to head out quickly and you know there are going to be patrols in this area, after all you'd heard the sounds of footsteps and voices come from the outside of the camp.

"Fuckin' run for it, that's what, man!" Carver quietly shouts, motioning for Gil to follow him as he continues sprinting as quietly as he can away from the hole. "We'll have time for a better plan later, let's just get far away right now!"

The two of you run away from the camp into the ruined buildings. The Re-Education district was small as you saw when you were driven out here and it was only a half hour of near full tilt running before you reached a hole in the wall to the next district. Shimmying through the two of you find yourselves in a high security district. From the fact that no sirens are blaring they don't know you've escaped yet so you have some time. You'll stand out in your clothes but you'll need to find food and water to carry with you before finding your way out of this district.

Gil looks around for food, water, and maybe, just maybe, a jug of gasoline. His mind is thinking of what else could be useful, Styrofoam? could use it with gas to make napalm. Bleach and annomia? Mustard gas. He's gonna need vessels for that though... He speaks up in a hushed tone, "Hey, lemme know if you find something that I could use, bleach, gasoline, stuff like that. Hell, even Styrofoam or packing peanuts."

(Well, I mean, what's the district like when you say high-security? Like, a high-security place where people live, or an empty place where the gov't still patrols? I'm kinda confused about the setting.)

"Yeah, yeah. Got it." Carver mutters, as he works more on scoping this place out than scavenging right now.