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Starter for @scottycarson; based on prompt 4 for Task 004

Hunting wasn’t a common past time of Bandit’s aside from the bit that he had done during some of his more adventurous training exercises. Oftentimes, the Marines were dropped out in the middle of nowhere with bare minimum supplies and made to find their way back to civilization and the rest of their platoon. He was no stranger to survival in the wilderness, but it wasn’t something that came naturally either after being born and raised in the heart of Miami.

Nonetheless, when stumbling across a small and naive deer, Bandit was able to kill and clean the animal with a fair amount of ease. He was hauling it back to camp, the body draped over his shoulders, when the sound of movement near by had the Marine freezing in place. He held still, quieting his breath and calculating where the noise was coming from before he realized that it was being made by a person, not one of the undead. Stepping out from where he had taken cover, Bandit spotted one of their newer, and youngest, runners making his way back towards camp as well. “Find anything of worth, kid?” Bandit asked loudly, wanting to alert the boy to his presence and also wanting to startle him a bit if he didn’t realize he was there. Vigilance was key to survival those days.

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jlusia:

“oh, but don’t you think an alligator would be much more fun ?” despite the mud – & his warning – lusia finds herself a place  close enough to the water that her feet will reach. “i’d welcome a change in pace with our enemies.” a pause, “and an alligator bite is mostly salvageable. the dead ? no so much.” fingers reach for her shoe laces as she glances over her shoulder at him, he who has sight much too occupied. “let an old lady have a moment without any griping, will you?”

“I can’t say that I think either of them would be much fun.” Bandit told the woman, now turning to watch as she readied herself to step into the water despite his warning. “Salvageable if you can get free and aren’t pulled under in a death roll.” He reasoned before shaking his head at the woman’s request. “World of dead people walking and everyone in this damn camp seems set and determined to be taken out by something arbitrary.” Bandit grumbled, moving a step closer as he looked not at the woman, but at the water she was going to step into, as if he could have a chance of seeing any danger that might be lurking under the murky film of green.

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marlenexf:

“I’ve got no shit to share either.” Marlene was glad they’d reached an agreement for once- and she was inwardly pleased she’d be traveling with the Bandit she got along with, rather than the one she found herself butting heads with constantly. Though she supposed that was liable to change. 

Walking in silence for a while, Marlene stopped every now and then to check her compass and the map, just to make sure they were still on track for the fishing cabin. The heat had built, and she found herself uncomfortably warm. For the most part she was able to stay on land, her fear of what could lurk below the water keeping her on what dry land she could follow. The cabin was easy to find, coming into view between the tall, narrow trees. Ordinarily she would have breathed a sigh of relief- eager to both rest and find supplies. 

But the cabin was surrounded by murky green water, and Marlene was undeniably disappointed at the sight of it. Or rather, at the thought of crossing it. “Ah fuck.” She hissed, turning to Bandit for some semblance of guidance. “What the fuck do we do now?”

As they pressed on, Bandit kept a constant watch on the landscape around them. His eyes and torso turned at a steady pace, his gaze roving over anything and everything around them in a way that spoke of his past training in the Corps. There were techniques and attitudes from his past career that he would never get out of, and in the situation that they all had found themselves in, that was perhaps for the best. His training had kept himself and many in their camp alive until that point and he wasn’t going to take that for granted.

Spotting the cabin, Bandit followed Marlene up to the edge of the water that surrounded the place. As she cursed, the Marine pressed his lips together and toed the line between semi-dry land and the murky depths in front of them. Her question had him considering everything from the state of the cabin to the distance and depth of the water in front of them. It wasn’t a long way to wade through to the small island the cabin sat on, but it was enough to have him on edge.

“We can cross. I’ll go first with-” He paused, reaching out to grab a large stick from the ground nearby, “-this to test the depth. If it’s above my knees then we’ll figure something else out, but if not then it’s only a couple of yards. We’ll live through some water.” Bandit reasoned. “Melee weapons in hand though, keep your firearm dry if you have one, otherwise suck it up about the wet socks.” With that, Bandit took the first step into the water, his Military grade boots doing well to keep out the water thus far as he took another step forward, the water now moving past the tops of his boots.

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candyknight:

Her jaw tightened. “We’re going to run out of pharmaceuticals sooner rather than later. And I have to start making poultices and creams and tonics or whatever by hand before that happens,” she gritted through her teeth. “So I have to go over there,” she nodded her head in the direction she intended to go, “and hope that everything that wants to eat me has already eaten something else.”

Listening to her reasoning, Bandit knew that she brought up a good point but that didn’t make it any safer than he initially had determined. It just brought up the reward versus risk factor. “What are you needing from over there?” He wondered, moving now to join her at her side, his dark eyes moving from the woman to the direction she had nodded towards.

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viviendolavidamuerte:

“Nothing is unavoidable.” She’d been covered in the dead but had yet to explain the effects of the paint to the runners or other scouts. It had been weeks since she’d been forced to put one of the dead down, and it had been a case of bad luck that she was spotted. “That is why I prefer to scout alone.” 

There was even less luck in that happening though. Maria’s eyes searched the others expression in an attempt to ferret out the motivation for his question, quiet for so long it seemed as though she might not answer his question. Her eyes moved down to the weapons on his belt and the way the other’s posture indicated some kind of training to use them. 

 “Is that something that’s important to you? What exactly is your role here?” 

“Fair enough.” Bandit conceded with a slight shrug of one broad shoulder. He wasn’t one to push a topic if the other wasn’t willing. Nonetheless, as the woman turned her eyes onto him he found one of his brows raising towards his hairline in a bit of a challenge. She was dissecting him, and perhaps his motives, that much was clear. “I could give a rat’s ass if you’re enjoying your time here as long as you’re keeping yourself breathing and aren’t endangering anyone else. So I guess, yeah, making sure you’re settling in and doing your part is important to me.” Bandit answered. “I’m one of the leaders of this road show. I run and organize the patrol, the muscle around here.”

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viviendolavidamuerte:

“The alligator is over there.” Maria nodded her head in the direction of the scaly creature. The sun reflected off of it’s thick hide and she glanced around once more to check for any companions it may have. It was an adolescent and content to sun bath by her observation. 

Still the last thing she felt like doing was getting into an argument over someone’s needless concern for her safety, taking a large step back towards more solid land. “Though I would rather do neither.” 

“That alligator is over there.” Bandit corrected, looking over now that he realized it was a newer member of their group that was wandering towards the water. He was satisfied when she took a step back and nodded his head once at her statement. “Fair enough, but I gotta say that only one is unavoidable now.” He reasoned, resting his hands on his belt that was laden down with various weapons as he approached the woman he was talking to. “You settling in fine around here?”

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“I would rather wrestle with one of the undead then a ‘gator and I suggest that you make the same decision.” Bandit said, not even glancing over at the group member that was about to step into the shallows of one of the boggier areas near their cabin as he spoke. He didn’t need to know who was about to do something stupid to know they were about to do something stupid.

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siinstaiined:

        Breathe. She needed to breathe, but it wasn’t working. Her lungs didn’t work, it was like they gave up on her. “I-I’m not.I’m gonna die a-and m-maybe I d-deserve it and —!! “ Her gasp sounded like a sob when it tore from her throat, more tears falling from her eyes, as she tried to breathe once more. IN. Out. IN. Out. It seemed like hours before she could actually breathe, and it was a gasp. “I-I have … m-medication, but I h-haven’t… taken any for a b-bit. ”

“You’re not gonna die, kiddo and you sure as hell don’t deserve anything like that. Just look at me.” Bandit said, never once faltering in his calm and collected demeanor. It took a lot to send the former Major General into any kind of panic and he knew how to keep his head about him especially when others weren’t. He waited as he breathing became a bit better, but not ideal, and cautiously moved forward to her, leaving plenty of time for her to tell him to get back if she needed him to keep his distance. It was something that varied person to person in these kinds of situations. “Would it help you now? Or is it something that only works if used all the time?” He asked, needing to know if it was something she needed fetched or not. “Remember to breathe, kid. In for 5 now, out for 5.” Bandit directed. “You’re safe here. Nothing can get by me so nothing will get to you.

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kamikazewheeler:

     Ryn was hesitant to reveal her plan to him. She didn’t want a lecture and she definitely didn’t want someone to try to convince her otherwise. She bit the inside of her cheek as she weighed her options before speaking up, “ I wanted to take out some frustration— ” On biters, of course but that was a given.

The Marine focused on keeping his expression indifferent at Ryn’s admittance of her plan. She didn’t say how she wanted to take out her frustration, but Bandit could fill in the blanks. The man himself had a very twisted humor when it came to the undead that surrounded them, he tried to make light of some of the weirder things they came across and he held no guilt for destroying them when it came down to it, but seeking it out was something else entirely. It didn’t sit right with them. It fell to close to mutualizing corpses ( since that was basically what it was ) and that was a high form of disrespect. He had seen comrades bodies strung up in his time overseas, left to be found with words carved into their skin or their flesh burned away. “Those were people at one point.” He said simply.

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siinstaiined:

       Her vision was blurry and her heart seemed to fall into her stomach. Why didn’t she just take her medication like she was supposed to? She didn’t want to be weak. Her hand still trembled around the knife, holding it out in a defensive position, but it was unsure if she would hurt someone else or herself. The other was saying something, maybe to her, maybe not, it didn’t matter. It just did not connect in her brain.

      CALM DOWN? Yeah, that was a pretty stupid statement that fell from his lips, but she said nothing about it, only tried to follow his instructions. She breathed in, but it sounded more like a gasp from her pink lips. “Um, i-it’s … p-panic attack, ” was all she could manage out, before the knife fell from her hands, hitting the ground with a dull clack. Her heart hurt ;; oh god was she dying?? No. She knew she wasn’t, but she couldn’t do anything, only grab at the fabric on her chest, as if this would slow down her heart beat. “I-I have panic d-disorder,” she whispered, dark, teary eyes flickering up to see him. 

The answer he received had the man nodding his head, watching as the girl struggled to calm herself but to no avail. Bandit knew that it wasn’t that simple, he dealt with much of the same due to his battle-induced PTSD, but the first step was to get the girl cognizant of what was happening so that he could try to help her though it. Once the knife fell from her hands, Bandit took a slow step forward, using his foot to knock it back and safely out of her reach. The man wasn’t sure himself whether she had it for someone else or herself, but either way it was no out of the equation. “You’re gonna be okay, kid. You are okay.” Bandit told her, voice firm and calm as he stood, still a pace or so away from her. “Remember what I said about counting. In through your nose, girl. 1...2...3.” He directed, seeing that he would have to work their way up from her gasping breaths to hopefully ones that would get a bit of oxygen to her lungs. “Do you take medicine for it? Do you have medicine for it?”

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siinstaiined:

     Her small body was racked with small trembles, hand gripping the knife in her hand tightly. Breathe. She needed to breathe, but it was getting so hard to. Where was her medicine when she needed it? “Leave me alone,” she hissed out, her eyes watering with tears, “just leave! “

It seemed that Bandit had become more than habitual about stumbling across their younger members when distressed. It wasn’t something he was exactly thrilled with, but he was accepting of the fact because that meant at least someone was around them when they apparently needed it. This time, he had come across one of his patrols approaching an obviously terrified teen with a weapon. “Clear out.” Bandit told the other member of the group, not sparing them a glance as he was certain they’d do as he said.

“This is going to sound stupid, kiddo, but I need you to try to calm down. Take a deep breath through your nose, count to five.” Bandit directed, his voice slow and even, a deep rumble from his parted lips as he kept himself a good distance away from the girl. He didn’t want to crowd her, but he wasn’t going to leave her alone. “Need you to tell me what’s going on so I can help. Panic attack? You have ‘em before? Or do you got asthma?” He questioned, knowing that she couldn’t breathe and was panicking, but the Marine wasn’t sure if the suffocating or panic came first.

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marlenexf:

“Half of one, at least,” She answered, even if the map she’d shoved in her backpack had provided her with a vague idea of the location of the lodge, she still didn’t like the feeling of being in such unfamiliar territory. “It’s about a mile north, so we should be good to walk it,” Marlene told him, setting off at a brisk pace. “I figured the old guys that used it before probably have some sort of first aid kit- y’know, for fishing injuries?” Marlene shrugged, not knowing exactly what could warrant such an injury from what she’d figured was a relatively passive, inactive sport. “If not that then maybe some canned shit, books, magazines. Anything that might make life feel a little less fucked.” It was with some degree of annoyance that she admitted the few weaknesses in both herself and the half-thought-out plan. “But I don’t know the terrain- other than the fact it’s hot and wet- and I can’t be sure there aren’t more of those scavenging fuckers lurking around. Hence you,” She sighed, gesturing to him. “Though please don’t feel like we have to make small talk. God knows I’ve had more than my fair share of listening to other people’s shit.”

“Half of one is better than nothing.” Bandit conceded, before nodding at her line of logic regarding their trip. “I’m sure there is a first-aid kit. The fishing gear alone will be worth the trip, maybe some life jackets for cloth, padding, and whatever else.” He reasoned out, holding a fair amount of optimism for their end goal. The world was full of useful things if you took the time to look, and he was proud of his group for at least doing that. Their runners always seemed to take the time to truly look. Again nodding at her reasoning for his company, Bandit barely suppressed a chuckle at her words. “I’m the bullet-taker, got it.” He said, his words holding no heat or bitterness, only a slight joking tone. “Thank God for that if it goes the other way as well. I don’t have shit to share and I don’t care to hear about shit.” Bandit told her, his words perhaps a bit more relieved then they needed to be at the news he wouldn’t be expected to shoot the shit. It was clear he preferred a bit of silence.

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No fighting!

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kamikazewheeler:

     A humorous laugh escaped her lips as she swung the firearm over her good shoulder, holding its strap to keep it from sliding down. “ But I’m not alone anymore now, am I? ” Ryn cocked her eyebrow at the patrol leader, shifting her weight from one leg to the other.

Her reevaluation of the situation had the man giving her a flat look before sighing, shaking his head. “Don’t pretend that you were counting on someone showing up. I saw the look on your face.” Bandit told her, his words, though scolding, held very little heat behind them. “But you’re right, now you’re not. So what was your plan?”

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TASK #2 → Government Records

full name: benji dax forsyth

nicknames:  bandit

date of birth: january 2nd

age: 35 

place of birth: miami, fl, usa

current residence: miami, fl, usa

ethnicity: mixed

nationality: american

gender: male

pronoun(s): he/him

marital status: single

religious affiliation: christian through family exposure

political affiliation: moderate 

former occupation: marine major general

language(s) spoken: english, conversational spanish from growing up in miami

APPEARANCE

face claim: ricky whittle

hair color: black

hair length: close shaved

eye color: dark brown

height: 6′2″

weight: 210 lbs

skin tone: warm sepia

build: muscular, broad

tattoos: thick dark bands around biceps, the marine corps emblem ( like with the anchor, globe, and eagle ) on his back across his left shoulder blade

scars: a few small scars on his hands, scar on his shoulder where he was cut on shrapnel, scar on hip where a bullet skimmed him

HEALTH

physical ailments: none

neurological ailments: possible PTSD from his second tour overseas where his unit was caught by a road mine and he survived with only 3 others

allergies: none

sleeping habits: low quality sleep when he actually takes the time to lay down which is rare, sleep interrupted by near constant nightmares brought on by PTSD

eating habits: the man will eat anything and everything put in front of him

exercise habits: a bit of an addict, he spends a majority of his downtime training with the melee weapons he has begun to rely on

emotional stability: very stable

sociability: low, he won’t go out of his way to make conversation with most people but he will talk if approached

blood type: AB

addictions: none

prescription drugs? no

recreational drugs? no

drinks alcohol? yes

smokes? no

SEX & INTIMACY

sexual orientation: pansexual, not openly known about

romantic orientation: panromantic

current partner (s): none

commitment level: has been involved in one night stands, but if he truly lets himself care about someone on an emotional level than he is very very loyal

prior partners: one night stand with Sylvia Roman

turn-ons: fiery personality, long legs, he’s a butt man

turn-offs:  smoking, expecting others to take care of everything

type of lover: dominate, passionate, attentive

ANALYSIS

negative traits: demanding, hypercritical, blunt, cold

positive traits: trust-worthy, organized, quick-witted,  moralistic

aspirations: to continue to rise through the ranks of the Corps   

fears: disappointing his mother, failing those that trust him

hobbies: running, football, chess

pet-peeves: indecisiveness

bad habits:   over-working himself

likes:   dr. pepper, chess, summer, the beach

dislikes: cold weather, cranberry juice

TYPECAST

myers briggs: INTJ - quiet, serious, earn success by thoroughness and dependability.

zodiac: capricorn - a sign that represents time and responsibility, and its representatives are traditional and often very serious by nature. 

chinese zodiac: water dog - brave and self-centered, even seemingly selfish

moral alignment: lawful neutral - acts as law, tradition, or a personal code directs, order and organization are paramount, may believe in personal order and live by a code or standard

vices: pride, wrath

element: earth - grounded, practical, disciplined and focused. They like instruction, rules, and results combined with dependable routine

hogwarts house: gryffindor - driven by personal moral code and defend it until the last breath

divergent faction: dauntless - bravery above all else, seek to be the protector

sin: pride

virtue: diligence

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Always better dead than forgotten. And no one is ever gonna forget you.  

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just-call-me-aj:

“What’s wrong with Hunter? I get that he’s joined us under some… interesting circumstances, but I don’t think he’s that bad. Actually kinda like him,” she admitted, her never-ending and somewhat naive faith in humanity allowing her to forgive him sooner than most of the group had. Noticing him struggle, she reached up to carefully pull the shirt down back over the newly bandaged wound without disturbing the stitches. His words made more sense to her than she’d like to let on — she couldn’t keep herself from caring, and look at all the grief it had caused her. Yet again, he was right, and she knew it’d be impossible not to care no matter how hard she tried. She couldn’t save everyone, but she wanted to desperately. “What’s life without a little risk?” she asked with a hint of a smile, unable to keep from teasing him even as she was forced to acknowledge the weight of his words. “But you’re right, you shouldn’t have to be. That wouldn’t be fair to either of us,” she said slowly, finding that she couldn’t be upset or even really hurt when he put it like that. “You don’t like to let people in. I know that. I just want you to know that I’m not going anywhere. I’m not dying, or leaving, or any of the other million things that could happen. I’ll still be here in the end.”

“The man’s a menace to my state of mind.” Bandit told her though his voice held little heat over it. He was glad to hear that somewhere shared his mindset about not believing their new member was the worst thing that could have tagged along from Miami. He had gave him a chance, but that didn’t mean the majority of their group was happy about it. As the woman helped him pull on his shirt, Bandit grunted out a thank you before shaking his head slightly at her question. The woman was dead-set on cracking him, that he was well aware of. “Now that, Princess, isn’t a promise you can keep so I wouldn’t suggest making it.” Bandit told her, offering a small smirk. “I’m the grudge holding type.”