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  1. "Redemption." Karl wandered over to the man, his eyes filled with despair and grief. "I've spent a life living like a fool, doing nothing to help this city and lining my own pockets with rubles. When the infection came, I locked myself away in a panic room like a coward." he explained in Lasiran with rising volume in his voice as he rested his hands on the table. It was starting to feel like a confessional in a church now "I've lied to my colleagues, ruined my wives, my children and my employee's lives and made myself a monster because of greed, Now I've got nothing left to give except my own blood, sweat, tears and the damn nightmares that keep me up at night!" Karl then took a moment to calm himself down before he put his head in his hands before he stood up straight and breathed a few times. "I want to give back to the community I've ignored. I want to prove somebody wrong. I'm not a monster, not anymore" he begged to the leader of the settlement.
  2. Yelling voices, arguments of what to do, all so familiar to Karl who had those same arguments and overturned them just as quickly. The once rich Lasiran CEO, now turned into a survivor with potentially a lot of hate against him; raised his hand and slapped on whatever material there was that would give the most noise to his location, a piece of sheet metal, a hollow wall, something that would give them pause for him to speak his piece. His face spoke of one who had suffered his share of nightmares, who's nerves had been so frayed, his sense of touch was gone beyond hope of repair. "I want to be an Operator." he answered to the duo, speaking in Lasiran with a voice that cracked now and then. Something told him he should've gone in with a plan but...no turning back now...
  3. Why is this in roleplaying?
  4. Unfortunately, Dino may be on thin ice with Karl as he stared at the woman with the floating arms and clenched the fork in his gloved hand. Inwardly, he knew all the hate was justified but he was suffering enough with the reality check. He didn't need Dino mocking him for his past actions. he just faced but he remained outwardly calm and didn't raise his voice. "Fine. Whilst the Architect works to make this place function better, I'll be out there. Putting my neck out there instead of being cooped up like a hermit." he stated though gritted teeth as he slowly started to stand up and prepare to make his way to find the woman who could make him an Operator but he stopped, turned around and stared at Dino, gripping the table across from her, locking eyes with her. "You may hate me for all I've done and I can't apologise enough for my actions but I will not stay here like an abused animal and keep looking back." he hissed at the Architect before he started to make his way to the boss of this Homefront, to see about doing some work that would make him useful to this outpost. Anything to keep the nightmares back...
  5. It took a while as Karl got to the mess room and sat down to await something to eat, sitting down at a table where the rest of his makeshift party were, including that woman, Dino. He waited for the meats and vegetables was handed out and he got into his meal, tucking in as he tried to not show his hands or the holes in his gloves that allowed his claws to show. He ate away as much as he could of what counted as food here, not caring for quality, it was just nice to eat something after a long time starving, eating like a man insane. Eventually, he ate everything to the last spoonful and rested on the table. He knew it was going to be a long day but he didn't care. It was the best meal he had in ages. It didn't feel quite as good as what he drank from that Hyena he bit into but it was better than nothing, he grabbed his drink of what he assumed was water and drank it down to wash the food down a bit better before he looked to the others and sigh. "So...what do we do now?" he asked, not looking to Dino at the moment, he knew that conversation would come up later.
  6. The sweet feeling of sleep was something Karl went into easily. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be a good night. He woke up in the panic room he had in his building, dressed in the tattered suit that was clawed in, the corridors were dark and empty with little to go for but eventually, he went into the boardroom. He stared at the men and women in suits, their faces and hands shadowy with glowing hands, they all charged for him, cursing at him in Lasiran. He did his best to run from the shadowy wave of souls cursing his name, their lives ruined and their futures shattered. He witnessed thousands of children swarming for him as well. He turned to a lone corridor and there felt a gunshot rip though his chest... That's when he woke up, screaming and clasping his chest. The gunshot felt so real in his mind and so did the shot that rip into his flesh. He looked around in a state of paranoia, panting hard and clasping his head and rocking back and forth in a fetal position. For a single moment, he started to cry in wailing sadness. What the hell had he done? Eventually, the time for tears passed after a good ten minutes before he got onto his feet and proceeded to the dining room, his eyes still red and his cheeks stained with tears. He still smelt like [Insert word that rhymes with grit] he'll have to ask for clean clothes afterwards.
  7. Oh how he longed for the day when he could sleep and take a shower. Ignoring the strange setup in the men's dormitories, Karl proceeded to the bathrooms, strip off his clothes, grabbing the showerhead and turned on the water. The water no doubt would be cold but at least he could get himself clean. he parked his clothes to the side so they wouldn't get wet and he cleaned himself as best he could with what soap was around, cleaning the crap off his hands and wiping his legs down to try and relax his muscles. Eventually, he dried himself off with a nearby rag, got his clothes back on then wandered over to a nearby bunk where he could collapse on. He curled himself up in a fetal position and held himself pretty tightly whilst he tried to ignore the uncomfortable mattress.
  8. "Please let me tag along. I am desperate for some sleep." Karl stated with pleading eyes to Martijn . He coughed once then started to shift the Doctor he was still holding, wincing as he tried his best not to show his teeth or his fangs. He started to figure out a plan in his head whilst he watched the American head for the armoury. That was expected to see with Americans, always go for the weapons first before getting some rest and freshen up. Karl himself needed a haircut, a shave and a good washm, the sewer stuck to his clothes like a piece of toilet paper on the bottom of someone's shoe. He just hoped Agnes would start walking on her own.
  9. Well that was fortunate. Karl nodded slowly then looked to the others "I don't know about the rest of you but I could use something to eat and maybe a shower." He stated, he hadn't had a shower or eaten anything in quite a while though he didn't know is he was hungry for food or for blood. It was a strange time for him, his infection made it impossible to tell. Either way, it seemed like a good deal. Help the Homefront, get a bed to sleep in.
  10. Following on whilst Karl kept the doctor upright, the rich boy just kept quiet and didn't say a word. He didn't have a lot to say in that time as talking would probably just annoy people, he just worked his arse to keep Agnes up but then, a settlement! And fresh air! He sighed with relief though he had to consider if he wanted to be a coward or face his problems like a man. Learning that Karl Zakharov was alive would mean that there would be a lot of people who may want to kill him but it would just be worse if they found out later. "Karl Zakharov." he introduced himself to the stranger.
  11. "I'll keep her safe then until she's awake" he retrorted to Dino. He didn't feel like arguing nor did he feel like defending himself. He couldn't defend himself anyway when it came to his actions in the past. All the drugs, all the one night stands, all the illicit buisness practices and life ruining sackings. Today was a day of survival, not yelling or shouting about past wrongs. He started to shift Agnes's weight onto him a bit more to get a bit more comfortable.
  12. Karl felt strange. He felt every damaged part of him slowly start to knit and become better, he felt his lungs become better, he felt something below become smoother and he felt...better, healthier and perhaps a bit happier? maybe even younger? He grabs onto the fallen woman, latching onto her arms as she starts to collapse. He looks her over for a bit then helps her up, wrapping one of her arms over his shoulder and grabbing onto her side to hold her up. "Of course." he answered before he looks over to the young girl then to the others "I think I'm better now." he answered, still somewhat horse but his voice seems to have improved, including his breathing. At least he's not coughing anymore.
  13. Oh to hell with this. "Yes yes! You have my consent! just-" There came another coughing fit as Karl grabbed onto Agnes's arm and started to look a little out of it, his hands began to shiver and there came a tremor in his hands, his back started to ache along with his legs and his chest "Just hurry!" he exclaimed whilst he held onto Agnes for stability. He looked VERY tired, extremely tired and seemed to have difficulty concentrating again.
  14. At least someone was kind to him. Karl got onto his feet and noticed the lady who offered them something to the kid amongst their group. He raised a brow then looked to Martijn then back to Gabby. He then turned to the kid then pointed to the items "What are they?" he asked in Lasiran whilst he pushed himself off Martijn for...whatever reason. He let off one final cough before he finally managed to stand up on his own without coughing his lungs out.
  15. In the wake of this clapping woman Karl tried to prepare for another fight but his body gave out. He collapsed to his knees, his lungs burnt as he started to cough and wretch his lungs out, he wheezed and grabbed onto the nearest thing that he would be able to grab onto to try and support himself in an effort to stand up, in this case Martijin's leg. It was almost pathetic in a way. He spent so long on the run with only fumes to carry him, he just felt like dying right then and there. He wasn't sure what was making him survive this long at this point. He just hoped this woman didn't make them face more danger now.
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