Cath Delaney (battle_man) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-05-02 13:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | cath, jan 5 |
It has begun
Who: Cath, Closed
Where: Main Deck
When: Morning
Cath had seen more people being reported as missing on the journal thing. He'd noticed that everything in their room, the library and well, everywhere on the ship had been restored. And security seemed to be non-existent. No word from the crew at all.
It was time to do some snooping about.
He'd concealed one of his Glocks in a leg holster under a baggy pair of cargo pants and not bothered to button up the red and black patterned shirt over his white wifebeater shirt. His sleeves were even rolled up to his elbows. Because fuck all, it was hot on deck. There was no point in pretending he was interested in his ship job at this point.
It was only a matter of time before things went completely to shite. Which is why he was risking being caught with concealed weapons. Was better to be safe.
Cath was looking for a security guard more than anything right now. He was hoping they'd all not gone missing. Especially that lad, Ronnie. He seemed a good boy. Pity to have whatever the hell was doing this take him.
He leaned against the rail, bowing his head and crossing himself as he offered a silent prayer for those who had been taken. He hoped they were in a better place. When he opened his eyes, he saw the dark red smear on the deck.
The fuck? No, there'd not been any signs of any struggles before. Not that he'd be surprised if people began turning on each other. That was why he was armed, after all. Cath knelt, brushing his fingers across the red. It wasn't quite dry, likely because of the humidity and such. And it was definitely blood.
There was a few white bits stuck to it as well. Cath fished on out of it. A broken human tooth. Likely, the other bits were as well. It was right hard to loose teeth, unless they'd been knocked out. He'd lost and broken a few himself over the years, costing a bit of dental work to keep up the facade.
So it'd already come to them turning on themselves. Fuck. He opened up his hankie and carefully placed the teeth bits in it, twisting it up tight and tucking it away. It was time to stop messing about and get organized. Not playing around anymore.
He needed to find Mae and talk to her. Because his next step was a gamble, but one worth taking if they were to survive this.