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Loki ([info]hamrammr) wrote in [info]compass_network,
@ 2013-02-03 13:10:00

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Entry tags:!open, maryanne walker (oe), ~isabel lane, ~john mitchell (oe), ~micha delmare, ~tony stark

Hello Island!

There are plenty of horrible things that have happened over the past few weeks. We all lost people, half of us are grieving or at least know someone who is. Every few days someone new arrives here and they will feel lost, they will feel horrible. But we can show them a bit of kindness, everyone here. Show them you are human, listen to them. We need to start helping each other.

I’d say that’s all something we should do a little bit more: listening to each other. We all have our pasts and some of us have been through a lot of shit. But before we go and attack people, let’s listen to them, show them a bit of respect. Let’s get to know each other before we start to judge the other person, swap stories and see where we are alike rather when where we are different.

My name is John Mitchell. I’ve been on this island from pretty much the beginning. I own the local pub, so you can come and see me there. I made the mistake of attacking the spire a while ago and since then it loves electrocute me which usually ends with weird stuff happening to me. I’m a vampire and I hate it. I don’t need to drink blood but I’m still addicted to it. Please, don’t offer me blood or bleed in front of me. I’m trying my best to stay clean. I can be an arse at times, bear with me.

I grew up in Dublin, Ireland, in the late 19th century, early 20th century. I used to steal apples from Uncle Michael with a few others from the same street and then watch as Mick accused the “British arse bandit”. I didn’t have much when I grew up, in retro sight we were nearly as poor as beggars but I had enough. I was a soldier in the Great War and died there. I thought I would be home by Christmas as did most of my comrades but I never got home again. I travelled the world. I’ve done a lot of horrible things in the past, a few kind things as well. I love fast food and Maryanne’s burgers are a blessing in my eyes. I don’t see sense in white chocolate or putting milk into your coffee. I always wanted to learn how to play the guitar but never got farther than A major.

So, hello, everyone, that’s me. It’s nice to meet you. Who are you? And would you like to help me turn this into a place we all want to live in?



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[info]reinedescoeurs
2013-02-03 12:36 pm UTC (link)
My name is Kaya Mcintyre and I was born in the 24th century. Until I arrived on the island, I'd never seen the sun for longer than it took to me to slip out of one tunnel, run across dilapidated New York City and enter another one, so I could run straight home. I wear sunglasses, I love to make ma'amoul and I wear always black. I have, among rather prevalent Irish roots, also American, Arabic, Japanese and Indian ancestors - in other words, I'm a melting pot of cultures. Depending on how you look at it, English is my third or fourth language. Either way, I don't think in English.

Before ending up here, I was a medical doctor and divided my time between the ER and the office. My job was to make sure everyone understood my brother and cousin, which required a lot of smoothing over their words, repeating and correcting their actions as soon as they turned their backs. I also was in charge of other things, including making sure the names of the dead were read out over the intercom system, added to the memorial wall, that families were properly rehomed in the event of a tunnel collapse and were taken care of and fed as properly as we could manage. I also was in the council - which shortly put, meant that we were a listening ear to everything else that didn't include military command.

I'm perfectly content to do whatever you need me to do, but I will say no to medical duties - I've had my fill, died while doing it, so no thank you.

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[info]hamrammr
2013-02-03 12:52 pm UTC (link)
Hello, Kaya.

It's nice to have you here.

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[info]reinedescoeurs
2013-02-03 12:59 pm UTC (link)
Sorry about telling Annie that way.

My brain farted.

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[info]hamrammr
2013-02-03 01:02 pm UTC (link)
Ah, she's fine, she took it well. No harm done there.

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[info]reinedescoeurs
2013-02-03 01:05 pm UTC (link)
And you know, Samir.

But he's staring at this page. Figuring out what to write, I guess.

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[info]hamrammr
2013-02-03 10:03 pm UTC (link)
I see you managed to convince him. Good on you.

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