Post by kristmar ármannsson on Sept 10, 2014 11:49:46 GMT
[smear:000000]KRISTMAR 'FELIX' ÁRMANNSSON[/smear:6b3600]
NINETEEN · MALE · 5'9" · 143LBS · BICURIOUS · WORKER
♦ PERSONALITY ♦
prim · trusting · good-natured · risk averse · realistic · vain · apprehensive
Since the Outbreak, Kristmar's became steadily more withdrawn and jaded, as if the spark behind his previously vivacious drive has dulled considerably. He can't help it but his own unease, wariness, is slowly eating away at him. Not knowing for sure what's around the corner, what's going to happen tomorrow, what's going to become of him in a month's time is something that he struggles with. Kristmar can't handle too well dealing with uncertainty on a daily basis like this but he's made it this far somehow; although he suspects it's from sheer luck. Or because he's a bit of a self-admitted coward and goes to lengths so not to endanger himself. You'll never find him on the other side of the wall and, in fact, you'll not even find him remotely close to the barricades.
It probably goes without saying that this guy hasn't killed his first infected yet and has no future plans to do so. Kristmar isn't even sure how he'd even act if, armed or weaponless, he were to come face to face with one. He'd like to say he'd stand his ground. He'd like to say he wouldn't trip over his shoelaces in a frantic dash away. You see, Kristmar's bore witness to what they can do and how easily their blunt teeth can tear through someone's flesh; he knows the danger they pose and only someone with more guts than wit could possibly go after them beyond the walls intentionally.
But, despite being as spineless as a jellyfish, Kristmar is generally a pleasant teenager who spends most of his time cooped up in his dormitory reading or lounging about in the music classroom (not like there's much more to do around here). Regardless of whether he's just going for a stroll around campus, for a bite to eat or off to occupy himself with some menial tast, this teen wouldn't dream of slumping around in some frumpy pyjamas or unflattering attire because, no matter how much of a prude he can sometimes seem, he's the kind to lap up any compliments, however small or meaningless they may be. His vanity is perhaps one of the few dominant qualities of his that weren't muted by his small existential crisis.
It probably goes without saying that this guy hasn't killed his first infected yet and has no future plans to do so. Kristmar isn't even sure how he'd even act if, armed or weaponless, he were to come face to face with one. He'd like to say he'd stand his ground. He'd like to say he wouldn't trip over his shoelaces in a frantic dash away. You see, Kristmar's bore witness to what they can do and how easily their blunt teeth can tear through someone's flesh; he knows the danger they pose and only someone with more guts than wit could possibly go after them beyond the walls intentionally.
But, despite being as spineless as a jellyfish, Kristmar is generally a pleasant teenager who spends most of his time cooped up in his dormitory reading or lounging about in the music classroom (not like there's much more to do around here). Regardless of whether he's just going for a stroll around campus, for a bite to eat or off to occupy himself with some menial tast, this teen wouldn't dream of slumping around in some frumpy pyjamas or unflattering attire because, no matter how much of a prude he can sometimes seem, he's the kind to lap up any compliments, however small or meaningless they may be. His vanity is perhaps one of the few dominant qualities of his that weren't muted by his small existential crisis.
♦ HISTORY ♦
born december 26th · administrative intern at hospital · icelandic
In short, Kristmar counts himself lucky. Extremely lucky. On the day when the rabid infection was released, he'd been attending his work internship at Saint John's, the hospital down at Dellos city center. The Outbreak initially began on the streets but as the injured and bitten started being carted to A&E, the hospital quickly turned into a deadly hot spot for the infection to propagate.
It all happened in a bloody blur. The teenager had been working in one of the offices, updating the hospital's database and transferring patients' paper files on to the computer or something along those lines, when it started. He remembers the first agonizing scream but, being this a hospital, he paid no mind to it and continued with his repetitive work, continued grumbling to himself how they were exploiting his internship with pointless tasks that no one wanted to do. There were a couple more screams, car alarms, muffled shouts and the distinct sound of someone running down the hallway which was strange. Kristmar worked in the administrative area and, from what he knew patients weren't allowed access here and those shouts were getting closer and closer.
That was when his coworker got up to her feet from her station with a stretch and said she was going to check it out. It was starting to get too noisy to concentrate, she said. Boldly, she wandered over to the door and opened it, the "hey, people are working here" ready on her lips, but what left them instead was an urgent "what the hell are you doing?!". This picquered Kristmar's interest and he, too, left his desk to peer around the office door.
One of the last things he'd expected to see was a group of four people, a male nurse, a female doctor and two civilians, barricading the large door that'd swing open into the lobby. It took him a second longer to notice that there was a second nurse, crumpled up on the floor, moaning softly in pain as she clasped her bloody stump of an arm. The other nurse crouched down to attend to her whereas the other three made no intention to come to her aide, they were bickering among themselves and hadn't yet acknowledged Kristmar and his coworker's - Abigail's - presence with much more than a passing glance. If there was one thing that the blond remembers as clear as day, it was the panic in their eyes and the smears of blood smattering their face and clothes. Their heated discussion, however, is hazy for him. Too stunned by the girl laying in a growing pool of her own pool, he only caught snippets of it. They'd wanted to leave her in the lobby 'with the rest of them'.
It wasn't until someone pressed their hands, bloody, against the frosted glass of the door did the troupe snap out of their argument. And then, with no warning, the doctor swept over to the female nurse - whose lips were tinged with blue by now - and promptly plunged a scalpel into her forehead. She twitched once and she was gone. And then more shouting erupted and more hands starting listlessly slapping and scraping against the translucent panel on the door. Kristmar, sheltered and nervous Kristmar, was beyond stunned. Never had he seen... murder happen right before his very eyes! He probably just stood there, mouth open and as pale as a sheet, gawping at the scene before him; he doesn't remember too well the following events because he just tuned out of them, on autopilot, almost catatonic, shocked.
Although he does vaguely remember struggling when the doctor grabbed his arm and started to drag him down the hallway, when one of the civilians tried talking to him with what seemed like some explanation, hearing that the 'hospital had collapsed' and that they weren't 'safe here anymore', then being bundled into a car, driven through streets that resembled some scene from a post-apocalyptic movie and... waking up, in his dormitory, in his own bed, in the same clothes he'd worn to work two days before, bloodied for some reason he'd missed.
But, by then, the infection had ravaged the whole city and, somehow, he was safe for now.
It all happened in a bloody blur. The teenager had been working in one of the offices, updating the hospital's database and transferring patients' paper files on to the computer or something along those lines, when it started. He remembers the first agonizing scream but, being this a hospital, he paid no mind to it and continued with his repetitive work, continued grumbling to himself how they were exploiting his internship with pointless tasks that no one wanted to do. There were a couple more screams, car alarms, muffled shouts and the distinct sound of someone running down the hallway which was strange. Kristmar worked in the administrative area and, from what he knew patients weren't allowed access here and those shouts were getting closer and closer.
That was when his coworker got up to her feet from her station with a stretch and said she was going to check it out. It was starting to get too noisy to concentrate, she said. Boldly, she wandered over to the door and opened it, the "hey, people are working here" ready on her lips, but what left them instead was an urgent "what the hell are you doing?!". This picquered Kristmar's interest and he, too, left his desk to peer around the office door.
One of the last things he'd expected to see was a group of four people, a male nurse, a female doctor and two civilians, barricading the large door that'd swing open into the lobby. It took him a second longer to notice that there was a second nurse, crumpled up on the floor, moaning softly in pain as she clasped her bloody stump of an arm. The other nurse crouched down to attend to her whereas the other three made no intention to come to her aide, they were bickering among themselves and hadn't yet acknowledged Kristmar and his coworker's - Abigail's - presence with much more than a passing glance. If there was one thing that the blond remembers as clear as day, it was the panic in their eyes and the smears of blood smattering their face and clothes. Their heated discussion, however, is hazy for him. Too stunned by the girl laying in a growing pool of her own pool, he only caught snippets of it. They'd wanted to leave her in the lobby 'with the rest of them'.
It wasn't until someone pressed their hands, bloody, against the frosted glass of the door did the troupe snap out of their argument. And then, with no warning, the doctor swept over to the female nurse - whose lips were tinged with blue by now - and promptly plunged a scalpel into her forehead. She twitched once and she was gone. And then more shouting erupted and more hands starting listlessly slapping and scraping against the translucent panel on the door. Kristmar, sheltered and nervous Kristmar, was beyond stunned. Never had he seen... murder happen right before his very eyes! He probably just stood there, mouth open and as pale as a sheet, gawping at the scene before him; he doesn't remember too well the following events because he just tuned out of them, on autopilot, almost catatonic, shocked.
Although he does vaguely remember struggling when the doctor grabbed his arm and started to drag him down the hallway, when one of the civilians tried talking to him with what seemed like some explanation, hearing that the 'hospital had collapsed' and that they weren't 'safe here anymore', then being bundled into a car, driven through streets that resembled some scene from a post-apocalyptic movie and... waking up, in his dormitory, in his own bed, in the same clothes he'd worn to work two days before, bloodied for some reason he'd missed.
But, by then, the infection had ravaged the whole city and, somehow, he was safe for now.
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