I want a New Life...(Part 1)

[irishbamf]

LOCATION: BioGen Delta 5 Laboratories (Cover: Oil Rig in the middle of the Ocean)
TIME: 06:08 AM

Flames were still burning from overturned barrels, crates and half destroyed shacks on the top of this massive oil rig. But it wasn't oil that was burning, rather than the facility itself. Thankfully it seemed whatever chaos had happened here was already over. All over the place heavily armed men were guarding what was left of their pristine facility - all armed with M4 Assault Rifles, body armor vests, and helmets. Approaching the half destroyed facility while some were trying to clean up what was left, was a large commercial helicopter, inside several men who stood out to the rest of the armed soldiers on the oil rig. It touched down quickly on the helipad overhanging the water, the men stepping out as they approached one of the armed soldiers wearing a beret, who saluted to them. "Mr. Kelso - good to see you"

The man in the black and grey suit known as 'Mister Kelso' just gave a shake of his head. "Spare the pleasantries Captain - what in gods name happened here?" he asked the officer as he quickly made his way from the helipad and through the facility, seeing the damage done everywhere.

"One of the 'projects' escaped last night, managed to cause quite a ruckus"

Not seeming to be pleased to hear this he turned to look back at 'Captain' before he started to raise his voice. "Damn it - this will surely set us back. Any idea who caused all of this?"

The officer looked aside rubbing the back of his neck. "Well...Mr. Kelso..."

Kelso did not look very amused. "You're not filling me with any confidence Captain...now tell me...who caused all of this?"

Not seeing any other choice, he explained what happened. "It was Project 'One-Forty-Seven'...it escaped...and killed everyone in the labs...destroyed almost our entire database for the project...and..."

Now Kelso was fuming and angry. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? You have any idea how much that project is worth to this company!? Do you??" he yelled as he prodded the man's shoulder, as Captain simply replied "No, sir"

"You're damned right you don't know! And if the public finds out about this fiasco of a mess, we're all going to be facing the consequences! Now you and your men...find the tapes, find out what happened here...and YOU FIND 147! We cannot afford to lose him! Understand?"

The officer simply nodded and replied "Yes sir" before Kelso gave a sigh and removed the pair of glasses he was wearing, cleaning them. "Very well...you see to it that it's done to the letter Captain. And find 147...alive would be more preferred..."

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LOCATION: Unknown Beach
Time: 06:08 AM

The last thing he remembered...was a shot ringing out in his ears, a flash of dark red in his eyes...and then a sudden cold sensation. Water all around him, the sounds of it in his ears, all around his head. It...was peaceful. He wished he could listen to it...but then again, he would be dead. As his eyes slowly began to open, he could feel his consciousness beginning to regain itself, feeling his world spinning around him and a sudden surge of nausea inside him. He felt the soft grainy feeling of sand beneath him...he...he was alive. Just barely however.

Straining to get up and onto his knees, he pushed a hand into the sand, trying not to throw up but still spat some of he ocean water, then clutching his chest as he felt a sharp jab of pain. That's right...he got shot. Looking down he still saw a small amount of blood stained along his shirt. Slowly he managed to strengthen himself and get onto his feet, though weakly, and tried to find his bearings and also find out where in god's name he was...

[DM: Dersite Merchant]

Far far away, but not near enough that the creature or young man would notice each other just yet, a three-foot mustard colored little chubby monster strolled across the sand; he had a rather laid back look to him. The surrounding beach, in many ways, kind of reminded him of the island he was once forced to live on for three years. Looking back, he kind of missed it; Hawaii is after all, as most any Earthling would tell you, a tropical paradise.

In any case, there was that little juice bar he'd been hearing about. Danny Delfino's Tropic Stop. Hopping onto one of the stools, he sat down a small stack of sandwiches he made himself before leaning casually on the counter and saying, "Hey, barkeep. I'll have a glass of peach mango if you please."

[irishbamf]

Looking about, he wasn't sure exactly where he was. No islands were remotely located around the oil rig...closest land was a large land mass. So...this couldn't be right. But for the time being, his main concern was dealing with the bullet wound he received and get some medical attention. So slowly he limped, dripping blood slightly along the sand and grass as he made his way down the beach, his head still spinning and trying to keep his equilibrium in balance. Ahead along the beach was a large backpack, being washed away slightly by the waves. Moving a bit faster he made his way over, picking it up and looked inside. Seems the bag he carried from the oil rig still had the contents inside, and still all dry. Good...he would need everything he had in there for now.

Up in the distance, his eyes thought they were deceiving him at first, but it looked like some sort of shack, like a snack bar. He could try and find some sort of supplies inside, maybe something to at least get his adrenaline going. Or maybe to stop the blood from dripping slowly out of his bullet wound. Slowly he approached, still limping and bleeding while anyone at the bar would noticed the wounded boy approaching...

[ryocker]

Though he was shining glasses as per usual, Danny looked up when he heard the call. "No problem, sir," he hummed, getting out a fresh glass. "Business sure has been slow lately- thanks for stopping by."

Peach Mango... good fruits, but not local to his neck of the woods. Filling up the glass, he sat it right next to the customer that ordered it, than propped back up. "So, what's yer story for being here, mister...?" he asked, just curious as usual. Most of his customers had neat backstories- this one couldn't have been an exception.

[DM: Dersite Merchant]

With a shrug, the yellow creature unwrapped one of his bread-enclosed creations replying offhandedly, "Eh, not much of a story to say. Normally workin' the galley in the flagship of the Galactic Armada, but I'm on paid vacation right now. So, I ended up stumbling on this whole 'pandimensional island' shtick and decided to check it out."

Taking a big bite of egg salad and washing it down with a swig of peach mango, he stated, "Name's Reuben, by the way. ...I'm gonna go out on a limb here and assume your name's... Danny, am I right?" There was a faint well-meaning wise-guy undertone in his voice as he 'guessed'.

[irishbamf]

Approaching the small shack but unable to read much of the sign, the boy clutched onto his chest some more, still trying to keep himself from bleeding out even as he stepped wobbly through the sand. Finally reaching the counter he pushed one of his hands down loudly, getting the attention of anyone who'd noticed the soaked teenager before he spoke out a bit raspy.

"Do you have...a first aid...kit?" he asked, trying to keep himself conscious while the wound was becoming infected from the salt water.

[ryocker]

(OOC: perhaps now is a bad time to say this- Danny Delfino's is a walk-in. a hut. a shack. XD An island flavored Fast Food joint with a bar. Not a stroll-up place. Not to mention he has a few bunks in the back since it's his house. Sorry for not saying so sooner.)

"Yep, Danny Pianta, that's my name," he started, then tipped his plastic hat down a bit, trying to look smug. "But fans of my restaraunt chain know me as Danny Delfino. Fastest juice squeezer and sweetest sweets maker on Isle Delfino-"

It was particularly hot that day, so the windows were all up. So it was no surprise he heard the slam on his wall- and the calling for a first-aid kit. "Hey, I can't really see ya, but I got a kit if ya need it!" he called, moving out from behind the counter and out the door, onto the porch. "I'll be right back, Reuben!"

Though he didn't have the kit on him, Danny was still going to help- especially after he saw what the kid looked like. "Good golly..." he gasped, yellow hands covering his non-existent mouth. "...I take it you're not in the mood to talk- here, lemme help ya inside," he urged, walking up to the kid and placing an arm around him. It may've seen a bit odd- a large yellow creature aiding a boy covered in blood and wounds- but it wasn't a strange sight.

Not on this island, anyway.

[DM: Dersite Merchant]

With another sip of juice, Reuben took a quick peek behind toward the front door of the bar as the owner returned. "Hey, Dan-o, everything cool out... Oh..."

He trailed off as he caught sight of the young adult human in his arms, soaked and bloody. In a display of his not often seen caring side, the creature hopped down from his stool and offered, "If you tell me where it is, I could probably get the first aid kit faster."

[irishbamf]

While still clutching a hand on his wound to keep pressure and so he wouldn't bleed out, the young boy felt his eyes close for a moment, his conscious starting to fade and could feel his heartbeat slow down. Damn it...he would have to use some of the stuff he brought with him. Still holding onto the bag with one hand, his vision was a bit blurry, unable to really get a good look at whomever was carrying him inside the building, or hearing the voice call out behind him to find the first aid kit faster. Making his way over to a chair he sat down abruptly, still trying to keep his breathing at a steady pace before pointing to his bag he set down.

"Inside my bag...is a large...medical first aid kit." he said between breaths, still clutching the wound with his left hand. "Inside it, there's several small vial like tubes with blue tops on them, and needles at the bottom. Hand me one of them..." he spoke to the man who helped him in. The bottles themselves contained a much stronger version of epinephrine, which gives a very fast and quick boost of adrenaline. It would allow the boy to focus, and be able to patch his wound fast. However, it would also make his heart beat faster...meaning his wound would start bleeding faster as well. So he would be on the clock.

[ryocker]

Danny seemed rather confused at what the kid had said- but didn't argue. Opening up the kit, he looked through it and found what he was looking for- the blue capped vile. "Not sure what's in here, but I hope it'll help out," he squeezed out, handing it to him.

[irishbamf]

(sorry to say this, but i won't be able to continue this roleplay or any more in the future for sometime due to some recent rl bullshit I'm dealing with...)