Guillien wishes you could pronounce his name (whoyagonnacall_) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2011-12-30 19:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2011 [12] december |
WHO: Liam and Guillien
WHAT: Guillien has been sent on an errand, will return with another nickname
WHEN: Forward-dated to 5 Jan. 2018
WHERE: Federal Hall
RATING: Low
STATUS: In progress.
Though they didn't comment on his raging idiocy on the forums, the woman and her escort were not pleased when they came to Liberty Island with a 'request' for him. Somewhere in his history, Guillien had managed to become an errand boy, and if that didn't rile him up like it was no one's business. In all honesty, he wouldn't have minded if it what they were forcing him to do mattered. When they had asked him to move to the Island after the fall of his previous safehouse, he didn't fight them, nor did he argue when they had asked him to help protect the others. Protecting people was a responsibility Guillien had taken on long before he had ever been bitten and subsequently enrolled in their pack of expendables. He didn't need whatever benefits came with immunity to know that he wanted to help others. It was when they started threatening people who spoke up or downright refused to do things, when he had to go out and risk not only his life but others', some even non-immune, to search for and bring back things that were inconsequential but that he couldn't even be told what it was he was looking for.
Guillien knew exactly who they were when they had approached him and he knew well enough to hear what they had to say and keep him mouth shut. He could still see the young woman they had mercilessly attacked. He could fare better than she could, but god only knew how far they would go to 'discipline' him.
And that was how he ended up back on the mainland, stopping at Federal Hall first before going out to haul some useless file or piece of equipment back to the hall before being allowed to resume his life on the island for perhaps another week or two. He wasn't sure what they were doing with all the things they were using the Immune for, but Guillien had his suspicions that something horrible was going to happen and soon. He had been a student and a vet tech before the Outbreak and was familiar enough with some of the things he had been tasked to collect, though he's never told anyone about it. He wasn't sure who to tell or to trust.
But now wasn't the time to be worrying over the future. He had a long job ahead of him, but without a time-limit, Guillien was going to procrastinate as long as he could. He was supposed to be gathering some file or something, and he figured that it could wait.
When he had arrived at Federal Hall, he took the time to look around. He didn't think he knew anyone here and it probably wasn't likely that anyone here could be one of the people who he had conversed with in French. Despite the fact that they had focused the conversation on what was wrong with whoever it was that was in charge, it was nice for him to be able to speak French again. He hadn't had much opportunity once his parents passed away and he missed them terribly. The smell of cigarettes also reminded him of his parents, but he couldn't figure out if that was just his memory playing tricks on him or anything. The doorways to many of the safe houses smelled a bit like cigarette smoke, probably because that was the closest people were going to get to going outside to smoke.
He readjusted his bag on his shoulder as he looked around the area.
"Maintenant, qu'est-ce que tu as pour moi?" Guillien asked the open area, though not expecting much, his hand already reaching for the paranormal investigation book he had tucked in his backback.
{ ooc | translation: Now, what do you have for me?}