Marcin V. Marc
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About Marcin V. Marc
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The Midway Hermit
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Survivalist
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"Well I'll be damned," Marcin said to no one in particular, his voice full of awe. He was wearing a gas mask, as although the radiation levels were negligible, he was still a bit paranoid. "The surface is survivable..." Unless these were mutants that looked and behaved like humans. This wasn't a trap, right?
He moved a hand to take his mask off, but as he reached to undo the straps, he paused.
Perhaps it would be better to keep it on.
He would like to go out and get a better look at what was happening, but Marcin obeyed the orders to stay within the train. He opened his pack and looked at his Kalash...
No. Bringing an assault rifle with him would just make him look suspicious to these new people. He'd keep an Ashot at his side, though.
Marcin stayed in the train and stared out the window at the happenings outside.
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"Alice," he repeated, nodding his head a bit. "I've met some Alisas, not an Alice, though. Nice name," Marcin commented.
"Violet? Ah, I do remember her. I think she's the only one I met before coming here, though." He stretched a bit and then looked back to Alice. "Dorogoy is your partner, I assume?"
@Morrigan
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Marcin thought about that for a moment, letting the idea spin around in his head.
"Well, I suppose that makes sense. After so many years in the Metro, hope is probably a new taste." He leaned his head back against the wall of the train. "I didn't expect such a crowd to have gathered. You know if anyone got lost from the train? There was a woman that got pulled off, and a man went after her. The woman got back on, but it looked like the man fell behind." Hopefully he had made it back on. Maybe he should've asked for the woman's name, but the time for that had come and gone.
Marcin himself wasn't particularly familiar with the idea of hope, as he'd spent most of his life simply focused on survival. Considering how social humans tend to be, it was a wonder he hadn't lost his mind after so many years of limited contact.
@Morrigan
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Marcin nodded back in reply to Alice and paused a moment before speaking.
"Hey, if you've a moment, could I ask some questions? I'm not quite familiar with the happenings of the Metro, I uh... well, most of my information is pretty outdated." Marcin was about as close to a tunnel rat as it got. He literally had only been to proper stations a few times in his life, and he actually had to leave several days early just to make sure he could get to Polis on time-- a good precaution, because not only had he gotten lost on the way, but when he arrived he also didn't know where the train was.
It all worked out, though. After all, he was here right now. Really, he'd mostly helped against the mob because he felt like it was his duty, instead of out of compassion. Unfortunately, Marcin knew that the worst probably was not behind them. The surface was, many believed, far from habitable.
And Marcin only had one gas mask. So if the teenager he picked up didn't have one, that could be an issue.
"Anyway, uh, why were people so desperate? I didn't know things were that bad."
@Morrigan
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As they left Polis, Marcin let out a deep breath and walked back into a nearby carriage, turning on the safety for his Kalash and then stuffing it in his backpack. The man sat down against the wall near the teenager he'd picked up earlier, and watched people pass by. He didn't feel like going to sleep or going to a private room yet. Marcin would simply wait, let the ideas roll around in his head.
They didn't even know if the surface was habitable. Were they steaming right towards their own doom?
He hoped he wasn't going to be the reason why this teenager died.
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Marcin simply gave Kaella a nod, and then added, "If you find him, you should probably keep him inside. I imagine he's seen more than enough of the mob."
Marcin jogged back into the carriage to his right, where he had tossed his assault rifle, and picked it back up. He inspected the magazine, and then, determining that he still had enough bullets, came back out to the platform between the carriages, where he'd keep an eye on the mob to discourage any boarders. The man knelt down to gain more stability, and readied his gun.
Luckily, they probably wouldn't be here long.
@Dragon
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Once he was sure the teenager he had pulled onto the train was fine, Marcin stood up again and saw the chaos growing around him. The Rangers were struggling even more than he had expected, and he actually saw a little girl get pulled off the train.
Luckily, the girl was brought back, but a grown woman had sacrificed herself to the crowd to grab her, which in turn caused another man to leap off to try and recover her.
What a mess.
Usually Marcin kept to himself, but he felt that as one of the train passengers, he should probably try and help out at least a bit.
He grabbed his Kalash assault rifle from his still-opened backpack and ran out to the platform between carriages. Relocating the two train riders who were now stuck in the crowd, Marcin saw the mob circling around them as the man fought to push them back.
He wasn't sure if it would change anything, as many shots had already been fired, but Marcin pointed his Kalash to the ceiling and fired about ten rounds to discourage the curious, before throwing the gun back into the passenger car. He grabbed onto a railing and put a leg behind it as well to make sure he couldn't be pulled off, and reached out one of his arms to Richie.
"Come on!" he yelled, though the noise might drown out his words. Regardless, his outstretched hand made it clear that he was trying to help them back on. Anytime someone other than Richie would reach for him, he'd pull his hand back, but he was really hoping the man would get here before Marcin himself got pulled off.
@Dragon@Morrigan
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It was so loud. Not at all like what he was used to. At his nice little home in between stations, it was always quiet. So quiet, in fact, that he had to keep a fire crackling at all times just to not go insane.
Or maybe he had gone insane already. Does one know when they're insane?
He was abruptly pulled out of his thoughts by a teenage boy pulling at him to get his attention.
His mind raced at a million miles an hour. Someone was begging him to get on the train. But was it right to let him on?
Part of his brain told him to click off the safety on the Ashot and threaten anyone trying to get on. It was how he lived-- threaten people to get what he wanted and what he needed. Surely it shouldn't be so hard to do it one more time, right? One more time, and then he could leave that life behind.
He didn't have much time to decide. The train was picking up speed, and the boy certainly could not run fast enough to keep up with a train.
His thumb ticked the safety on the Ashot, and now it was ready to fire. He tried to move it up, but something stopped him. Within the same second, he holstered the Ashot and crouched down, grabbing one arm of the young boy, and then the other if he could. Marcin lifted the boy up if he still could, and plopped the teenager next to him. He let go of one arm of the boy, but with a grip on the other, brought the boy to a corner inside and slung his backpack off, quickly pulling out a construction hardhat and placing it on the boy's head.
"Stay right here," he ordered, with a tone halfway between commanding and pleading.
He didn't have much in his backpack to conceal someone's identity-- after all, he wasn't planning on bringing anyone with him. After a few more seconds he pulled out a simple black face mask-- one he used to keep dust out of his lungs in situations where the gas mask would be too cumbersome-- and handed it to the boy.
"Don't let them see you until we're far away from here," he whispered to the boy with some stress in his voice.
Taking out his Ashot again and turning on the safety once more, he looked out the window again and wondered what had driven him to do that. Was it the boy's age? Was it the desperation in his eyes? Or maybe, just maybe, Marcin looked at the boy and saw himself, reaching out to his parents and begging them not to leave him.
It didn't make sense to him, no matter how hard he thought about it. Really, though, Marcin had wanted to leave the Metro, and he couldn't blame everyone else for wanting it too; when it came down to it, he had to realize that he had it much better here than most people did, and one might even argue that Marcin did not deserve to have the opportunity to leave. This boy had a lot of life to live, though, and if Marcin had left him, he wasn't sure he could get over it.
He had gotten himself into quite a pickle now, hadn't he? He wasn't religious, but he prayed to God that he wouldn't have to make another choice like that again.
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Making such a big and potentially life-ending decision was bound to make anyone think twice, and Marcin was no exception.
He hadn't spent much time talking with others for the past eight years or so, but even though he tended to know little about the happenings in the Metro, he did know quite well that most believed the outside world to be uninhabitable.
Which was part of the reason why he was so surprised to see the throng of people outside the train, desperately trying (and mostly failing) to make it on.
Luckily, he had gotten here before it had really started to pick up. Not too soon, not too late.
Marcin stood near the back of one of the personnel carriages, watching out the window and thinking about what could push this many people to try and escape. Was life really this bad in the Metro?
Well, he supposed the answer was yes. After all, he was leaving too, and he didn't even have to deal with the bullshit that most station-dwellers did. He'd learned quickly that humans were often more dangerous than mutants, and he'd also proven that to other people quite well.
As more and more unauthorized people tried to make it in, he realized it might be in his best interest to arm himself-- after all, people were most likely going to try and get on near him, as there was only a door between him and the gap between carriages.
The man pulled out his reliable Ashot; though it didn't have as much capacity as a Shambler, it sure did pack one hell of a punch, which is why it was one of his weapons of choice.
As he focused on the danger outside of the train, a thought intruded in his mind. Oh, how he longed to have a conversation that didn't solely consist of threats and bluffs. After so many years alone, he thought he'd get over the desire for genuine human interaction, but still it gnawed at him.
For now, though, he should probably focus on the present hazards, such as a mob of desperate Metro-dwellers attempting to escape from subterranean hell.
Hopefully he wouldn't have to be one of the people to discourage any boarders. But he gripped his weapon tightly... just in case.
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Old News
Started by Marcin V. Marc ·
Marcin nodded back in reply to Alice and paused a moment before speaking.
"Hey, if you've a moment, could I ask some questions? I'm not quite familiar with the happenings of the Metro, I uh... well, most of my information is pretty outdated." Marcin was about as close to a tunnel rat as it got. He literally had only been to proper stations a few times in his life, and he actually had to leave several days early just to make sure he could get to Polis on time-- a good precaution, because not only had he gotten lost on the way, but when he arrived he also didn't know where the train was.
It all worked out, though. After all, he was here right now. Really, he'd mostly helped against the mob because he felt like it was his duty, instead of out of compassion. Unfortunately, Marcin knew that the worst probably was not behind them. The surface was, many believed, far from habitable.
And Marcin only had one gas mask. So if the teenager he picked up didn't have one, that could be an issue.
"Anyway, uh, why were people so desperate? I didn't know things were that bad."
@Morrigan
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Exodus: Leaving Moscow
Started by Morrigan ·
There was a tension in the air at Polis that was thick enough that it felt like you could cut through it with a knife. Everyone knew the train was expected to leave the station that day. Those that were approved to be on it were packed and ready to go, while others that wished to go but were denied were preparing in other means. You could see in the eyes of the people the anticipation of what was to come.
Those that were chosen filled the train as much as Violet and Red believed they could handle on the long and arduous journey and those they felt could help them, those they believed they could actually help their futures if there was something out there.
Though, they could have been equally dooming it.
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The chosen boarded the train and got settled with their meager amounts of belongings before the rush would happen and the rangers and soldiers that had decided to come with, were having to protect the entrances to the train.
It was like a ripple in the crowd as the last few were starting to board, there was a surge of disgruntled Polis citizens that wanted to strike out and try as well.
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This event is a GMed event. I will wait one day before adding on the next parts that happen which gives you 24 hours to respond how your character reacts in this situation (whether they are leaving, staying or one of the people trying to get onto the train that was denied).
I will react and provide story or difficulties for anyone that is involved.
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Exodus: Meet the Ringmaster
Started by Mordria Nemes ·
It would be nearly 2 days down the track on the rail line that they had chosen that they finally would stop at what appeared to be a large settlement, the first of many on their travels. They were, in fact, forced to stop here as there were barricades up that, even at full throttle, would damage the train enough that it would be difficult to repair and they didn't want to take the chance.
The place was bustling like a city. There were many people.... and things... that could be seen through the windows of the train. Games, creaky rides that didn't appear to work, entertainers, a large Ferris wheel that looks to be there just for decoration next to the large striped tent. Some of the older in the crowd would recognize it as what it was. A Carnival or a Circus, those that were younger would just be excited by the sounds and the lights.
As the train came to a full stop there was a hushed awe and a curiosity that spanned the train as they wondered what they were going to be able to do there, if they would at all.
It was as they all stared out the window that the woman that looked to be in charge started to saunter out. She was a buxom woman that was dressed in a striped outfit, that almost looked like a smaller version of the tent (close to this) but it was lined with lace. Her skirt was black to accent the jacket that flowed behind her. She was wearing torn fishnet stockings and had a cane in one hand that she didn't look like she needed.
The voluptuous red head came sauntering forward with two rather large men behind her. One on the older side with an aging face and the other more youthful with similar red hair.
As she got up to the train she smiled as she saw all the faces and looked down the train. "Greetings," she said to the men and women in the train as she stopped and popped a hip out, holding her cane arm out to the side. "You can come on out... most of us don't bite," she said.
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