IC: Realising that he didn't speak loud enough for the slig to hear him, before it walked off, he decided not to go after him and become a bother.

Changing his plans once more, Ark decided to have eat none (rather than baiting a capturing more bugs).

After grabbing a plate and a leg he sat down at a secluded table. Calmly eating he started to do what he did when ever he was around others; observe them.

OOC: Sorry for the short post. I'm a little preoccupied, since I'm moving to Thailand in three weeks.

IC:

Slax walked into Deks lab "Um is there anyone here that can help my friends kinda unconsious".

Hembar shook her head, "I'm not here to kill. But I meant this place in general, not just the stockyards. I had a look around inside yesterday, it didn't seem terribly highly populated."
She noticed what Anni had said about the sligs.
"If the sligs aren't allowed to hurt you then what were they doing that made you come out here?"

(R&R)

Tiny stared at the flickering screen in still silence, before hearing a mudokon (Krett) speak up.
"Excuse me," The mudokon spoke in a voice as timid as his. "Could you tell me where I might find the person in charge?" Tiny scratched his neck shyly.
"Ummm, I dunno..." He admitted. "I haven't been here much...Maybe the cafeteria? I feel kinda hungry now..." He lifted his huge self from his seat and pondered whether he should stay or go.

Krett was startled to hear that the person he was talking to (Tiny) was talking just as timidly as he was, he was even more startled to see that, when the person he was talking to stood up, it was a bigbro slig. Krett was startled enough to knock him off a chair... but he wasn't sitting on one... and so, in an even more timid voice then before, Krett replied "Could you maybe take me to cafeteria? I'm not so sure I saw any food places on my way in here, and I am rather hungry."

OOC: I saw that Splat! :D Magically vanishing chars...mwhahaha :P
IC:
Cylepso clicked her fingers absently, then started to admire her pink nail polish. She blinked and siad, "Well, maybe we should throw some water on him, that should wake him right up, I mean, he was asleep, so he shouldn't be that cold..."
the female shuddered, remember a time when she was looked in a freezer while looking for Lassie.
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Vester raised hie armored head and sniffed, causing Lenny to almost fall off. The pka-dotted slig yelped, then exclaimed, "Oh goody, food! Not too much though!"
Vester nooded in agreement, then thundered over to the food counter (damn I forget! plah) and snorted, "Whats for brekkie today?"
"Oh I know!!"

OOC: The introduction of Patrick :D!

Patrick was standing in front of the door that led him out of the Feeco train and into the new Rupture Farms. He calmed himself down, a little excited by this new job, and took his last steps out of the train, and his first steps inside the factory. As the train behind him prepared for takeoff; Patrick took a second to admire the new surroundings.

The bland gray walls surrounding him carrying a vast area of unused space. It amazed him how huge of a place it was and how quickly it was built. The feeling didn't last long though, his stomach began to growl and he groaned.
"Ugh, I'm hungry, I need to find a cafeteria, where's the map?" He thought to himself as he looked around the walls of the wide room. He trekked around it for a couple of minutes and then sighed. He couldn't find a map. "Guess I'm gonna have to find the place myself."

He said again to himself. "Hmm, maybe I'll go downstairs, doesn't seem like much is happening here and I think I hear voices downstairs, maybe they can help me..."

He began to move his green mass he called a body with his metal legs down the stairs carefully, but he quickly tripped and fell all the way down the steps, obtaining a couple of bruises.

"Ugh, first day on the job and I'm already hurt..." He said, he slowly got up, very slowly, and began to walk aimlessly around the factory, hoping to find someone.

Kix, who had been following her friend Jim, had came to a interruption in their search for Anni. Jim suddenly just stopped and wondered what was the delay. Perhaps it was a Slig, who normally scared Jim. Kix wanted to hopefully comfort Jim so they could get on moving to find Anni, however, there was still a problem. Kix tried to ask Jim, before realizing what was happening, "Jim, what's wrong...."

In front of Jim, as Kix saw when she approuched Jim, was a dark skinned, female Mudokon, with blood red clothing, and some other rather intimidating factors about her. Kix had seen pretty odd employees in her day, but she still looked like a threat. Her lips opened and they pronounced a strange voice asking both Jim and her.

"Where are you two hurrying off to?"

Kix earned an immediante distrust for her. Her nasty body language along with her suspecting voice implied something greater than a matter of interest. She was trying to cause trouble for them both, and Jim looked like he had seen her before. Without an ounce of trust, Kix knew that this Mudokon had to be avoided among all things.

She spoke in a not respectful voice to her, "Well, we're just trying to get ourselves to the Cafeteria. We are very hungry."

Kix tried to imply that there was not much on their mind, although she believed maybe the Mudokon wouldn't believe it. She went towards the Mudokon (Dionysia) and got close enough that she expected her to move out of the way.

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Gappiqu watched intentifully as the Glukkons made a slight comment on his invention, and debated how could go. It turned out that Otto would the one that would be following him around. Although, he was hoping that Arnie would go with him, since he intended to make the first pin for Arnie. Yet it was still good to see some Glukkon would direct him.

Suddenly, #7 Slig approuched Gappiqu to greet him. Remembering for a brief second that he controlled security, he replied with respect, "Hello #7 Slig. I was just going to see if I could get Otto to make a voice activation on a project I'm working on. I'm also curious if I could get a hold on some Spooce. Do you know where this stuff is?"

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Slap heard his co-worker (Chris) reply to him that took him back a little. For as long as he could remember, work was always his first priority (second being medical research, and third being eating and drinking) and he thought of nothing else. He just saw that helping other people was the way to go, since someone has to do it. It only made sense to do it that way. No one really asked that question before, since it always was on everyone's mind. Except for patients' of course... So the respectful Intern replied,

"Yes, fellow co-doctor, I have always cared for only the patients' needs at first hand. I am always deeply concern if my patient is on the verge of destroying him or herself.

"Anyway, I will assist you. Of course, we will have find your patients' hiding area is. It is gravely important. May I suggest interrogation?"

ooc: About time, Slaveless!

IC:
Dionysia grinned her most vampiric grin. "Well, I'm feeling pretty hungry too. I'm sure you wouldn't mind me coming with you."
The look on the little male mud's face confirmed her guess that the were lying, which she was secretly slightly relieved about since she had no intention of going back to the cafeteria while Gappiqu was there.
Jim, realising that Kix's approach wasn't working, took a deep breath and said slowly, "Actually, we're really looking for Anni. She got hurt yesterday and then she ran off after she finished her breakfast so we want to make sure she's ok."
"Anni?" Dion asked sharply, "The little girl who bothered Stivk when he was here?"
Jim lowered his eyes and nodded.
Dionysia paused and then asked, "How did she get hurt?"
Jim looked like a child trying to explain to a teacher why he hadn't done his homework and muttered, "She got shot."
"By that crazy slig? In the R+R yesterday morning?"
Jim nodded again.
It took Dionysia a few seconds to decide how to react to this. "Hah! Looks like I was too harsh on that slig," She smirked and started swaggering away.

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"Oh, the sligs aren't supposed to hurt us but sometimes when the boss isn't around they do it anyway. There was one who left a while ago called Stivik who was working for the Magog Cartel spying on Arnie, the boss, and he was really horrible. But most of them are ok." Anni started climbing up out of the crevice she had hidden herself in and her bandaged arm came in to view. "I guess there aren't many people working here, but I've been here so long I don't really notice anymore. I guess Arnie just doesn't have the money or something to hire lots of people."

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Krik was heading towards the cafeteria when he heard Dionysia's voice up ahead. He decided to keep hidden and listen in on what was being said.

IC:Jerr woke up and spent a long time trying to get up because he had forgotten to remove his metallic pants. In the end he managed it though. There was alot of tossing and turning but he got out. Then the first thing he felt was how hungry he was. After all he hadn't had any lunch other than a single scrab leg. And Jerr hated scrab legs. The very thought of that kind of undignified food made him siver. 'I'm so going to complain to the boss about the food quality. Or was it quanity?' He thought. Too hungry to notice anyone else in the room he walked a little faster than normally to the cafeteria. Seeing that the two glukkons were still there he was about to walk over there but apperently they were discussing something. And Jerr knew better than to interupt his boss. No he would leave a message on his office door. Jerr thought that was a good idea. So he began to walk again but in another direction. Once he was by the door he hung a small peice of parchment with the title of complaint. Writing down his idea's on what the food should be like. Finished he walked back into the cafeteria and tried stomaching another scrab leg. It wasn't pleasent but it left him less hungry. 'Well I'm still hungry...' he thought and wondered if he could risk another one. Deciding he could, he grabbed one more and gulped it down, followed by 2 glasses of water.

Patrick soon found himself in the cafeteria, the smell of meat and bones made his stomach growl, and He pudged along as fast as possible to where all the food was. As he went on, he noticed that the cafeteria was a big area as well, he heard voices echoing but he didn't bother to look for the sources. He just went along to where the food was being served.

He soon got there and quickly grabbed a tray, then a plate, and got a whole bunch of Scrab legs. He walked to where the drinks were and got a big glass of water. He squealed with joy from what he smelled and quickly began to look for a place to sit, although he didn't want to sit by himself, so he looked for a fellow worker, to possibly ask him a few questions and where the boss was.

He soon saw one (Jerr) and walked over and sat next to him. He took a big bite of one of his scrab legs and looked at the slig and asked "Hey buddy, can you tell me where the boss is to this place?".

ooc: First character interaction, hope I didn't screw up or something >___<.

OOC: That's a wonderful post Metroixer but they only serve scrab legs and water at the moment. But other than that nothing is wrong.
IC: Jerr heard a slig (Patrick) talking to him. "The boss? He's over there talking about something." He replied, "By the way I'm Jerr." Jerr could feel the taste coming back again. Quickly, he grabbed again another glass of water. Feeling a bit fuller he decided he could go about his job for now. Slowly he walked around the factory a little, just to explore. Soon he found that it was easier to get lost here than he had originally thought. Luckily he learned the easier way. Wandering the corridors of the first floor, he had walked in a circle and ended up at the cafeteria again. Walking around he found the lab he had been in earlier. The meech had apperently retreated back to the lab. Curious, Jerr asked a little uncertain "What are you doing here? I mean your not exactly a worker type are you?".

IC: Sturg heard someone behind him and turned round to him "No, I'm not. I've just been outside there around the factory for so long, it's really quite boring. Thought I'd come exploring yesterday after meeting a couple of workers out there who seemed friendly enough probably not the best time, there was some violence, and I ended up getting injured. Since I'm apparently an extinct species, the Vykkers helped me, and I agreed to help them in whatever things they do to maybe make more Meeches or something. So here I am..."

IC: Jerr listened to what the meech (Sturg) had to say. Seeminly, it was more intelligent than he had excpected. 'Yeah but glukkons killed almost all of them so they can't be so smart.' he thought. "Well is there any reason you're in here again? Because I kind of saw you by the cafeteria. And what type of violence happened here? I mean I heard that a slig got killed here recently." he asked curiously. Of course curiousity wasn't always a good decision but it wasn't always a bad decision. 'Besides what's wrong with wanting to know this type of thing?' he thought. 'But how did this meech survive? I thought they were all extinct.'

IC: Sturg mused for a moment before replying "Well, since I'm presumably stuck here in the factory for a while, I thought I might try to go into the cafeteria, but I still wasn't sure about that. I'm not certain if everyone here knows I'm around, and I'd rather not get shot more than I already have been..."

OOC: Srry Carnix, I am a lazy bum.

IC
Tiny scratched his neck shyly as the mudokon (Krett) asked timidly:
"Could you maybe take me to cafeteria? I'm not so sure I saw any food places on my way in here, and I am rather hungry." Tiny pondered that thought. He sat up, cracked his knuckles loudly and stared down at him. He walked closer to the oh-so-little looking mudokon.
"...Ow." He winced, holding his hands. "I guess I can take you there. I found it yesterday...Come along with me." He began tottering noisily out of the room.

Scarface scoffed and rolled his beady segmented eyes at the slig he deemed a sissy.

(DEK'S LAB)

Dimitrio woke up suddenly, gasped and rolled out of Slax the slig's grip. He came to, to find he was lying on a cold hard floor.
"...Wha?"

Please ignore this message.

OOC:
Um, nothing to write out of character....

IC:

Name: Roy
Species: Mudokon
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Purple skin black hair put up in a pony tail very skinny. His eyes are a dark orange and the veins are visable. His lips are stitched together with leather.
Personality: Coward, bit of a slob and basically follows anyone. He gets hurt easily. He also has a pet Elum and he loves brew, and someone to be with him at all times. He hates glukkons, scrabs, paramites, rude mudokons etc.
Equipment: nothing
Abilities: He has no abilites but he can run pretty fast.
History: He once lived in Paramonia with his pet Elum and brother. They lived a peaceful life until they were attacked by a massive pack of Paramites. Being the coward that he is he left his brother and fled away on his Elum leaving his brother to die. Now where ever he goes he never speaks of his brother to anyone.

OOC: :fuzconf:...

IC:

(CAFETERIA)

Agent clinged to the yellow slig (#9) for dear life. Her amnesiatic mind then took closer notice of that weird legged exoskeletoned creature (Silph). The 'animal' rolled his eyes, shook his head and shrugged. He was unimpressed. He thought she looked like a weirdo. He had brains, and was presumably an industrialist. It took her seconds to notice she had loosened her grip and hit the hard floor. She glared up at the oversized bug-thing in retaliation.

After wandering through the corridor whilst Krett followed, going carefully down the stairs (Not easy on four legs), through another one and into said cafeteria, Tiny froze on the spot. There was Agent 80085, or Agent as she and others preferred to cal her. And she was naked apart from her mask, in a confrontation with some huge bug (Silph) while lying not too limply on the floor. Not did it only look carnivorous, but the room was full of people - he was shy and afraid to call out.
"Agent?!" He half-squealed in his high pitched voice anyway. He had found her. So had Tiro, apparently. Agent stared and Tiro bore a wider grin. It seemed to grow eveytime something new happened.

He smirked in his little devilish way, bolted off, then came back dragging Scarface's blunderbuss. He somehow lifted the heavy gun enough to point it up at the bigger big bro.
"Freeze, sucka!" He cried out before cackling and chasing the screaming big bro around the room.

A door was shoved aside as Scarface went in, examining the room and rolling his eyes with a flick of the head. When he took the sights in again, he recoiled.
Asides a fat slig (Patrick) and some other mudokons and such, there was a luskan, Tiro the young mudokon chasing Tiny the wimpy big bro with a gun (His gun...) and AGent had no shirt on. Good thing she lacked other certain mamalian traits.
"...What the *%@%?!" He spat. "Is that my gun?! TIRO YOU LIL' (*(*(&(*!" The list of curses went on.

OOC: Muahahaha, I made extra page.

Deks lab

Slax looked at dimitrio "you sort of fainted and stuff".

IC:

IC: Looking out the window of the train the Mudokon was excited but also a little scared at the sight of the enormous factory. He didn't know who or what he might run into or if they were even nice. The train then stopped at it's destination. The doors opened and the lil Mud stepped out checking his surroundings. 'I hope I can find a good job here' He thought looking around nervously.
OOC: My second post in W@RF! :fuzzle:

IC: Silph looked to the sides at the two Sligs, then down at the female. He raised a brow "So this 'Agent' thing is sane, is it?"

OOC: SSP.

Patrick was taken aback by Jerr's question. He found it rude and offensive, so he had to sink it in before answering.

"I... Am being transeffered here from a different factory. Apparently I "Stole" some food from the boss in my old place so I have to be sent here. It's my last chance before I get sent back to skillya to, so I'm hoping this all goes well. Oh, and for your information, I was one of the highest class sligs in the region. I was well renowned for a lot of my guarding skills, and I used to live in a golden age you could only DREAM of!... Well until the general died of course, then I lost it..."

Patrick did his best as a slig to pout for a second or so, then began to chew down his food again. He heard a slig burst out some random cuss words, but he ignored them.

Hembar looked at Anni's arm, but quickly looked away again, she had a feeling she wouldn't want to talk about it. That look was enough for her to "see" through the bandage though, and work out that it was a bullet wound. She had got a feeling someone had been shot yesterday...

"Stivik..." she said thoughtfully, putting her hand to her chin, "That's a name I've heard before. I wonder...." her voice trailed off.

"Anyway, from what I gather the factory hasn't even really started production yet. So that would probably partly explain why there's so few of you here at the moment, most people prefer not to take the risk. How did you end up working here?"

ooc: Hembar's heard of Stivik? I hear the sound of plots growing thicker...

IC:
All these questions were beginning to make Anni feel uncomfortable, reminding her of how Stivik used to ask people lots of questions. It hadn't bothered her back then, but now it made her nervous. "Well I used to work at a lab but I hated all the vykkers so they sent me hear instead," She answered bluntly, not wanting to give away any more information about herself.

ooc: All my other characters waiting for Slaveless.

IC: Deciding he had bothered the meech long enough Jerr said "Bye, I need to get to work anyway." And so he walked off to find somewhere to doze off again. When he made his way to an unknown area he looked around. Soon he noticed several grinders so he assumed it must be the first floor grinding area. Wondering what he could do to fight off boredom. Some places seemed a little stained with whatever had been there. Checking the entire room it seemed deserted. Still slowly he walked over to a rather large splat of something that resembled blood. Taking an extra look around he brought out a small towel when he noticed that it wouldn't work very well. Because if he did try to rid the wall of the splotch his towel would just change from the color white to red. Not a great way to clean a wall. Walking off he hoped nobody had been in there. Bored again he walked around the factory until he found his way back to the lab. From there he could track down the cafeteria. 'But why go in there?' he thought. Annoyed, he wondered where he should go. Explore was the first idea he came up with. Upstairs could hold something more interesting. Trying out this idea, Jerr walked up some stairs which he almost fell down on. 'Why, for odd's sake, didn't they make a ramp!?' he thought angrily. Trying to calm down he took a walk around. Afterwards he walked back downstairs. This time he did fall down. 'A ramp wouldn't have been too much trouble!' he thought infuriated. Bored he simply sat down next to the stairs, and accidently fell asleep.

IC: Walking inside Rupture Farms Roy was still nervous. "Hello?" He said quietly looking around for anyone. His stomach then started to growl. "I'm hungry." He said rubing his stomach. He was so excited about finding a job that he didn't eat anything before he left. Walking through the factory Roy didn't have a clue where he was. 'I could get used to this' He thought. Roy never liked company his brother was the only one that talked, worked, and did everything with him but ever seen he died Roy was always by himself. "There should be a cafeteria or something around here." He said while scratching his head.

(Cafeteria)
Doe's thoughts traveled this way and that as knew ideas began popping into his head. He was begining to form a new strategy when he noticed one of the younger Mudokons(Tiro) chasing a Bir Bro Slig with a gun! It was pretty odd the Big Bro was even running... wouldn't that just provoke the Mudokon to shoot? Doe noticed by the grin on the child's face he was just trying to have fun, but this had to stop now. Doe quickly walked in front of the Mudokon child to hinder his progress. He crouched down and said quietly so only the Mudokon could here, "Return that gun to its owner right now before someone kills you."

#9 just stared shocked at the bug creature(Silph) that had spooked Agent. He had never seen a creature like that before but assumed it belonged here.#9 saw Agent glaring at the creature so he felt compelled to say something. Barely over a whisper he managed to get out, "Excuse me but... could you please leave us alone?"

(Halls)
Chris presented Slap with one of his glowing smiles. "Seeing how my patient devolved to such a primal state I think it is safe to assume she went to the cafeteria to get food. Hopefully no one will impede her or she may start attacking. I don't want anyone getting hurt... that's just more work for us." Chris gestured for Slap to lead the way, "Shall we nurse?"

IC: As Patrick finished his Scrab Legs he decided on what to do next. He looked at the supposed boss of the factory (Arnie) and he went into a look of deep thought. He then quietly said to himself.
"I don't want to be employed a job just yet, maybe I can loaf around more before I actually start working here. Besides it is just the first day!"
Patrick snickered at his idea and quickly got rid of his leftovers and left his tray in a pile of unused trays. Just to be mean like that. He fast-walked out of the cafeteria as best as he could and got to the hallways of the facility.
"Jeez, nothing but gray walls and empty spaces, the lighting is horrible too! Who funded for this pile of trash called a factory anyway?"
Patrick sighed, knowing that no one would answer, and began to aimlessly walk through the hallways, suddenly he saw a mudokon-like figure (Roy) ahead of him. He stopped in his tracks and held up his gun slowly. He spoke in his deep glutton voice.
"Hey you there! Shouldn't you be in the cafeteria or at your working station!?"

ooc: Just trying to get things moving :P.

OOC: Venks venks venks.

(DEK'S LAB)

Dimitrio stared up at Slax from a cold hard floor. His back hurt. Last he had remembered, he was just having a conversation related to Agent and...He blacked out. He was so fragile sometimes. Emotionally, he was an anorexic wreck. With a change of place, some friends and no one singling him out (He'd still yet to see Scarface do anything crazy) he hadn't had a suicidel thought in a while. He still hated that guy lurking around...What did he want with him? The old creep had no friends here to gang up on him, so...Did he just want to beat him up and leave him for dead? Make his life a misery?

Physically he was in a mess. His ribs, collarbone and even spine showed through his thinned skin. His arm looked thinned and his joints stuck out like a sore thumb. The other one was robotic. That vicious carnivorous attack seemed to have done more damage to Agent than it had to him.
"You sort of fainted and stuff". Slax answered. He groaned, got up steadily while rubbing the side of his head and walked wobbly.
“Must find Agent...” He said, slamming the door open with his robotic arm. He didn't always know his own strength with that thing.

(CAFETERIA)

#9 barely whispered to the luskan:
"Excuse me but... could you please leave us alone?" Pretty weak...Though it reminded her of someone...Who?
Agent growled unsliggishly up at the luskan (Silph). She scarcely remembered her life history, and her personality was a mystery. The luskan raised a brow.
"So this 'Agent' thing is sane, is it?" He sounded like a male. She didn't remember her likes and dislikes, but they came to her. She hated most males with a control freak of a passion. She leaned back with her hands gripping the floor, like she was ready to pounce.
“Why don't you just go - ...” Her typical vocabulary of slig insults was gone. She couldn't even remember simple words like 'pie' or 'cheese'.
“...F@£$...” She muttered under her breath. Her paranoia grew when a mudokon (Krett) voice shouted "That's it! I've seen that slig before because that's the slig that escaped from the lab!". When she saw the tomahawker, it was obvious by his face he was referring to her. She couldn't help but feel nervous and paranoid...What was a lab and when was she in a lab? She lay limp on the floor sadly in thought. She wanted to cry her eyes out but some pride in her personality prevented her from doing so. She muttered the same f word over and over, before forgetting it and most of five seconds ago. She raised her head at a big bro running from a tiny mudokon with a loaded blunderbuss.
“What the...?”

Tiro yapped away happily to himself, then braked skidding to a hault. That strange older guy Doe had just came in front of him. He stared wide-eyed up at the guy's face, still holding up that heavy gun. He whispered so only he could hear.
"Return that gun to its owner right now before someone kills you." Tiro cocked his head. He was a little scared...Why would someone kill him? He was adorable (When he wasn't being a devious brat). Just then he remembered: Scarface. It was his gun, after all. As if on que that stroppy slig stormed up to him.
“You *(&(ing little brat!” He cursed before hearing a distinctive click. Tiro's face was locked into a dark scowl, pointing the weapon at his chest. Tiny trotted loudly over. He stared down at the awkward situation.
“...He has a gun.” He nodded. Scarface was too preoccupied to snap sarcastically at him.
“You have three seconds...” Tiro snarled. “3...” Scarface was already off and running. The little mudokon cackled wildly, leaving the deadly weapon on the floor. Tiny merely shuffled his feet.

IC: Silph heard someone ask "Excuse me but...could you please just leave us alone?" Please? How polite, in comparison to the usual insults he'd received. Maybe, just maybe, this place was different to life on the streets. He hoped so. 'Agent' then piped up again, before stopping again...he looked at her a moment, then looked up at the Slig that had rather quietly addressed him (#9) "...yeah, sure..." he began to stroll off when he saw some commotion over a young Mudokon worker (whatever he was doing here at this age) and a firearm of some sort. Hopefully the Sligs here weren't too trigger happy. Good thing he had a carapace, rather than a full body covering of skin...eugh, he couldn't see how they could put up with all that stuff all over them. Must be so uncomfortable...he shook his head. He needed to pay attention. Where should he go now...? He walked over to the squabble over the gun, and watched the Mudokon run off "Geez, it's just a kid...maybe he needs educating though. Does he have a guardian?"

IC: Hearing the Slig (Patrick) Roy quickly turned around and held his hands up. "Please don't shoot! I don't know where to go." Roy was always a coward even when he was little he'd always faint even if it were a slone sleeping Slig he'd start freaking out and eventaully faint. His legs started to shake and sweat began to run down his face. "Please If you could take me to someone who will give me a job I will kindly work. And it doesn't matter where." His legs quickly gave out on him and he fall on the hard floor. He didn't want anyone to know he was a big chicken so it was difficult for Roy to act brave.
OCC: Short post.

IC: Holding his enormous leather trenchcoat around him Blaine shivered. It had been a long day but now finally with Rupture Farms he had been given a second chance. Looking out the window Blaine inhaled through his nostrils, he liked that smell of burning, raw meat and sweat....it smelt like freedom. Blaine paused at the entrance of the train and made his decision, he shrugged the huge unseemly thing off his shoulders and threw it into the corner of the room, letting his monstrous paramite feelers stretch freely. A new start demanded certain things from Blaine and Blaine was more than prepared to give this a try. Stepping through the door he could have sworn he heard a croaking roar behind him but put this down to lack of imagination....he would ask the next person he saw if he could get some more....he just prayed the doctor wasn't a Vykker.

Wuffles was dreaming again, of times lost, of his fellow paramites hunting alongside him and finally of his sweet mistress stroking his scaly skin the way she always did when all of a sudden the feeling of being drowned in darkness bought him back into reality. Struggling and squirming it was all Wuffles could manage to get the huge black Elum smelling thing off his head and down onto his 'shoulders', giving up trying to get the thing completely Wuffles looked at the door and saw a Slig with paramite tendrils, uttering a low growl of longing Wuffles decided to follow this Slig for the moment and see where he led, but he would have to go slowly and quietly as to avoid drawing attention to himself. Leather coat now firmly caught on the rough skin on his back (thanks to him squirming) Wuffles began to carefully follow the Slig outside

IC: "Pansy" Patrick quietly whispered as he put his gun down.
"The cafeteria is where the boss is at I believe. It's not far from here, just keep on going forward until you here a bunch of maniacs screaming." Patrick chuckled at his description. The place was a bit of a mad house as he left.
"Anyway, since you're new there should be some things you should know about." Patrick wasn't even employed yet, but he still thought he knew the basics around all factories. He didn't know this place would be any different.
"If you are caught loafing around, I shoot you. If I hear you complaining, I shoot you. Hell if I feel like doing it, I'll shoot you! Now get up, off the floor, and out of my site!"
Patrick felt mighty confident about himself, he just hoped his regulations wouldn't be any different here than other factories.

OOC: my char has been stationary for 2 pages, so i'll safely assume Arnie is busy. (cant say i wasn't patient).

IC: "sod this" Nox muttered to himself, and left the cue. He picked up the scrab leg he left on the table with his one hand, while he leant his 'standard rifle' on his shoulder with the other hand, and left the cafeteria, feeling crushed in there by so many people.

he wondered out into the coridoor, occassionaly taking bites out of the scrab leg he was holding, until he noticed a rather large slig (Patrick) confronting a nervous looking mudokon (Roy). his schizophrenia started to bubble up inside him again, and began to think violent thoughts that he didnt want to think.

hey...hey, that slig there, you see 'im? he's gonna' kick the crap outta' that filthy mud! yeah...yeah thats right. well Mr Righteousness, yeh gonna' stand by and let that happen?!? are yeh!!

knowing this was blatantly untrue, Nox shook his head in an attempt to rid the dark thoughts, and began to approach the slig (Patrick), his gun still in a relaxed position against his shoulder, himself looking all too weary.

IC: The cafeteria was getting pretty noisy, as such Ark figured it was a good time leave. Ripping off a piece of the leg and putting into his bag Ark got up and walked out of the big room.

Ark let his feet guide him quickly through the factory, with out anything of interest happening, in tell he got close to the level 2 train station.

Ark saw a mudokon collapse a little while back, but decided to ignore it for the moment, and continue with his task. Hoisting himself up, with the pipes on the ceiling, he got out the piece of leg and stuffed it into a corner.

OOC:
not posted in a while, I was kinda waiting for a post on Arnie so i could identify his whereabouts.

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