Who: Mr. Marrs, Talos
Where: Paquin- Marrs' Estate; in a holding room in the underground facility.
When: May 11th, around Noon
Why: Talos needs to be informed on what’s going to happen with him.
Rating? PG-12
Status: Complete, Log
Mr. Marrs was an older distinguishable man, rather tall with slight graying at his temples; although time had treated him rather nicely, and none of his scares from the war shown. He was dressed in a fine rich sort of outfit, nothing of rank or position worn. But that didn’t mean he still wasn’t a General. And even though the independents had lost and the war was many years over, his rank still meant something to many folks in the Verse. The man sat in a chair next to the bed that Talos was laying in. The room was well lit, and he was simply waiting for Talos to wake. The IV was removed a little over an hour ago, and now it was just whenever the Talos would become conscious on his own.
Talos began to shift and slowly open his eyes. he blinked and cleared his eye he stood up from the bed shirtless, unlike the general the stood beside his bed Talos bared many scars on his back his arm his neck he had one distinguishable scare on his chest it was the only scar that looked surgical the other looked like laser wound bullet wounds shrapnel wounds only another solider would recognize such scars.
( I hope I didn’t dream the little women who keeps calling me puppy! )Mood: frustrated |