03-06-2016, 12:10 PM
Who was that, a reporter?
Jupiter watched the group interact with the stranger aiming to "interview" them, standing back all the while. It seemed like she was not exactly the worst of her kind, but still, he remained in the background, not really willing to go through something like that. He wasn't a camera boy, in any case. His past of sort of laying low kept him silent. After all, he just got here, right? Nothing to give input on.
"Excuse me, sir. Do you have a moment to introduce yourself?" the woman asked, an almost forced smile covering her face. "Um, no. I'm alright," he retorted, keeping a calm tone to him. It wouldn't do to become the headline. She nodded, thanked him for his time, and left to talk to the others. That was that, then. Perhaps he should have given her at least an introduction, though. Just a name. Everything blanked out momentarily, at the thought.
"Sir. We've got a problem with the main air vent," a rotund woman said, a nervous edge to her speech. There was an anomaly with the ventilation systems. Probably a dead squirrel, right?
"Go send a crew to fish it out," he replied, not exactly the most worried, "and keep the experiments safe." She nodded, and sent two people to fish out the disturbance. What they found was never expected. A box, with a timer counting down fast. And just like that, the complex collapsed in itself among a cacophony of screaming and utter panic, the sound near drowning out the cracking that signified the building falling down on the inhabitants. There were a total of three known survivors.
Jupiter blinked, escaping from the memory. It seemed there were a few new arrivals. A man in a red jumpsuit, and a green-skinned man, seemingly keeping away from it all, like him. He approached the man, hands in his pockets. "Couldn't handle the oddness?" he asked.
Jupiter watched the group interact with the stranger aiming to "interview" them, standing back all the while. It seemed like she was not exactly the worst of her kind, but still, he remained in the background, not really willing to go through something like that. He wasn't a camera boy, in any case. His past of sort of laying low kept him silent. After all, he just got here, right? Nothing to give input on.
"Excuse me, sir. Do you have a moment to introduce yourself?" the woman asked, an almost forced smile covering her face. "Um, no. I'm alright," he retorted, keeping a calm tone to him. It wouldn't do to become the headline. She nodded, thanked him for his time, and left to talk to the others. That was that, then. Perhaps he should have given her at least an introduction, though. Just a name. Everything blanked out momentarily, at the thought.
"Sir. We've got a problem with the main air vent," a rotund woman said, a nervous edge to her speech. There was an anomaly with the ventilation systems. Probably a dead squirrel, right?
"Go send a crew to fish it out," he replied, not exactly the most worried, "and keep the experiments safe." She nodded, and sent two people to fish out the disturbance. What they found was never expected. A box, with a timer counting down fast. And just like that, the complex collapsed in itself among a cacophony of screaming and utter panic, the sound near drowning out the cracking that signified the building falling down on the inhabitants. There were a total of three known survivors.
Jupiter blinked, escaping from the memory. It seemed there were a few new arrivals. A man in a red jumpsuit, and a green-skinned man, seemingly keeping away from it all, like him. He approached the man, hands in his pockets. "Couldn't handle the oddness?" he asked.