The Walking Plague

Tye began to sparring with Zack and before he knew it quick jabbes were being thrown his way. After hearing Zack say something, he caught an opening when he started lifting off the ground. Tye took that chance and drove for his leg hoping to get the ankle lock he needed.

 

As Zack was going to kick Tye, Tye dove under the kick and went for his leg that was holding Zack up. The only thing that was running through his mind at that was..."Please don't break it, please don't break it, oh god this is gonna hurtAnd he was right, Tye tackled his left leg and he sprained Zacks ankle, but it felt like he broke it. Zack fell to the ground screaming out in pain as his ankle bent a direction that it shouldn't bend.OH MY GOD, YOU ****ER, YOU BROKE MY ANKLE!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY CRAP IT HURTS SO MUCH!!!

 

OOC: Sorry I took so long to post this, I just got my computer back. Hope everything's copasetic!
Username: Barakon-King
Name: Matthew Mandolin
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance:

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Personality: Matt prefers to watch and study over taking action. When speaking, he’s careful with his words and when silent, he‘s breaking things down in his head. Though he has a thin physique, Matthew is in very good shape from practicing Karate since he was a toddler. Matthew’s father also had a fondness for hunting so Matt was taught how to shoot.
Bio: Matthew was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His father, the illustrious Robert Mandolin, was the founder of the premium clothing line, Mandolin men’s formalwear. When he was young his parents moved from France to America to broaden their line. In America, Matthew’s parents struck oil and nearly quadrupled their income. Busy with all their ventures, Matthews’s parents began to neglect him. So instead of family time, Matthew found comfort in studying science. Matthew always had an affection for all things logical and chemistry intrigued him more than anything else. He was even planning to pursue a career in science instead of taking over his father’s company. Everything was on the right track for Matthew up until 13...
While in Africa on vacation, there was a local tribe uprising at the safari compound Matthew’s family was at. When his parents left the room to check things out, they never came back. Left in the room for hours, he was later retrieved by armed military personnel. On the way out to the chopper, Matthew saw his parent’s bodies strewn on the ground, blood riddled and bullet holed. The memory still haunts him. Matt was told he was a high priority rescue because of his family’s net worth and is now the heir to the Mandolin fortune.
Specialty: N/A
Weapon: A wooden Louisville Slugger, crudely wrapped with barbed wire.
Other: Matthew is mentally unstable. After witnessing both his parents death in front of him at 13, he suffers severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and occasionally has breakdowns.
How will I die?: [Leave blank. I‘ll fill this out for you to read for your amusement.]

 

trisha sat back down, anxiously staring at the clock. It was going to be hours before her parents were out of surgery. She didn't want to leave, but she didn't want to stay either. It was a long time to sit by herself. At least at home she had kickers to keep her company. Trisha continuously tapped her foot on the floor until she couldn't take it anymore. She walked over to the nurse's station and requested they call her the minute they came out of surgery. She began to walk out of the waiting room, but every nerve in her body said it was a bad idea.

 

Tye looked down at his friends ankle and said "Oops,......hey its just alittle swollen is all doesn't feel like anythings broke." Tye luaghed aittled then yelled for Jerry to help get his gear off and check his ankle. Jerry responded only saying that it was strained but just got to the doctors to make sure. Tye help Zack off the floor and down to his truck. "I guess I'm driving huh?"

 

OOC: I plan to post, Arch/Firion/Machina! :D

The Grand Hotel, the pinnacle of comfort in the city. The average customer's room was already huge and the hotel had seen fit to make sure the future CEO of the Mandolin brand had a comfortable stay. They had given Matthew the “Grand Penthouse”. It was on the top floor and consisted of a large main living room, three full bedrooms with king-sized beds, a fully stocked and equipped kitchen, and enough parking garage space for six tanks. Matthew wasn’t a snobbish person, but none of this impressed him. Sure, it would have when he was a child…when his mother and father were there. Since the accident Matthew had fallen into the custody of his uncle, Frank, who had also gained temporary CEO status of the brand until Matthew decided he was ready.

However, his uncle was good to him. He always asked Matt what he thought of a decision, trying to prep Matt for the job. But Matt didn’t want the job, he never had even as a child and he was still confident in pursuing science. Frank tried to become the father figure Matt was missing, but that’s just the thing. A figure. Matt’s real father was long gone.

Currently, Matt sat quietly in his darkened master bedroom, lying on 10,000 thread count silk sheets on a pillow hand-stuffed with geese feathers under a blanket made of 100% authentic alpaca fur. Several books on Chemistry, Physics, and modern scientific theories were scattered across the bed. An orange prescription bottle of pills sat next to him on the nightstand. The teen halfheartedly played the PS4 the room came equipped with, his eyes barely focused on the 128 inch flat screen. This was mostly to satisfy his uncle who was in the room on the phone, watching him. His uncle hated to see him depressed so occasionally he’d ‘spend some time’ with him.

“We’re a business wear and dress attire company, there’s no need for a summer line,” Said Frank into the phone, “Is that all everyone’s concerned with these days, money? My grandfather used to sew and hem these damn pants together for two dollars in his day, and by God he did it with integrity!” Frank cringed when he noticed he was yelling and offered a smile to Matt. The uncle looked at his watch and pointed to the bottle of pills, making a silent swallowing motion. Matt took the hint and took one of the capsules and tossed it back, swallowing. His life had become so systematic, go here, smile and take a picture here; his parents had went off and did that themselves, Matt was left to be a child.

The youth had finally felt himself relaxing when his uncle’s tone changed, “She’s hurt? Okay, where is she? Alright, I’m on my way.” Frank closed his phone and put on his coat, heading out. “Our driver, Bonnie got in a car accident with a man and a woman, their daughter’s there now and I need to go settle things. I’ll be back…or did you want to come?”

“Y-yeah, I guess…” Matt muttered. After getting dressed, he stuffed his bottle of pills into his pocket and followed his uncle down to the parking garage and entered the throwaway Lamborghini they had brought with them, speeding off to the hospital.

 

Trisha held onto her keys shakily as she attempted to unlock the car. It had an auto-switch on it, but she always enjoyed using the manual key. The keys slipped out of her pale hands onto the parking lot. She bent down next to her white audi and picked them up, opening the door as she stood. Trisha slid into the driver's seat, but didn't start the car. The door hung ajar and the keys dangled in the ignition. She wanted to go home, but she couldn't bring herself to move. If her parents died without her being there, she would never forgive herself. On the other hand, if they survived, they would just tell her she wasted all that time sitting in the waiting room. She dropped her head onto the stearing wheel and gripped the wheel tightly. Her knuckles turned white from how hard she was holding and a fresh batch of tears began to flow.

She let go of the stearing wheel and opened the glove box, revealing a small box of tissues. Trisha blew her nose and dotted her eyes with a clean tissue. She took a deep breath and stared at her reflection in the rear view mirror. "please let them make it. They are good parents, even if they don't always try that hard. Please..."

 

Sienna bit down on her lip as she listened to everything Scott told her. She remembered hearing about that story, but she figured it must have been just been a severe case of tuberculosis. She didn't think it would have been something that turned people into what this man looks like now. Inhaling deeply, Sienna stepped closer to Scott when the door closed, her attention shifting from the syringe in Scott's hand, to the man on the table. If Scott was right, then they could tell the rest of the hospital. However if he was wrong, this would be seen as murder and she would be considered an accomplice. "I don't know..." Sienna took a step away from Scott and covered her face with her hands, closing her eyes tightly as she attempted to make her mind. The snarls and growls coming from the man scared her and only made the situation even more difficult for her to decide. But it wasn't normal. "Prove it!"

 

"Your damn right your driving. You really think I can drive with my driving ankle broken!?He said angrily and gritting his teeth trying to hold back from screaming because of the pain in his ankle. He got in the passenger seat of his truck and put the keys in the ignition so Tye could drive them to the hospital."Be careful driving my truck now. I don't her getting dinged up like your car now.

 

The sports car turned smoothly into the hospital's parking lot and stopped at least two parking spaces away from Trisha's car. Matt looked out of the passenger window and took short, shaky breaths. He was nervous. He wasn't that great at dealing with people and really didn't know how to handle the situation. "Hey," his uncle said, putting a hand on Matthew's shoulder. Matt finally pulled his gaze from out the window and looked to his uncle to see what he was going to do.

"I'm gonna go in and see about the parents, how about you see how the daughter is? I think that's her car there." Frank said, pointing to Trisha's car. "Just try to comfort her the best you can, okay? It'll be fine. Here, I'm gonna leave the keys, be careful." And with that, Frank left the car and shut the door, heading into the hospital. He breezed through the halls in search of the hospital room, running past Sienna and Scott, wondering what they looked scared about.

Matthew sighed and looked at his hands, he really didn't feel like being left alone, but he didn't want to have to meet a new person either. He remembered how he felt after losing his parents though. It's an unbearable feeling, no matter how many people are around you, it still rips you apart on the inside. However, the right person to talk to could make the times a little less dark. With that thought Matt took the keycard and turned off the car, exiting and shutting the door. He took a deep breath and walked over to Trisha's car.

Matt had also just remembered he was way too dressed up for a hospital. There was a photoshoot earlier and he was still dressed in expensive clothes. He had on a snow white dress shirt, a red tie, red suspenders, and black dress pants. He usually liked to hide his presence in public, but it was dark though...maybe she wouldn't recognize him. The young man leaned forward and tapped her window, barely getting out, "H-hi..." He didn't really know what to say. He couldn't just come out and say, 'Oh hey, I think my driver plowed into your parents and almost killed them!'

 

Trisha looked up at the guy at her window, bloodshot and puffy-eyed. Her black hair was a tangled mess from sobbing and her bangs stuck to her forehead as if they were glued there. She was unruly and unkempt. It was no way to present oneslef to another person and it appeared to be the sheer opposite of how the guy was. It took Trisha a minute to find her voice, but even still her throat was horse and her voice cracked as she spoke. "c-can I h-help you?" The door still hung wide open and she turned in the seat so that her feet rested loosely on the ground. She didn't know who this person was or especially why he would be talking to her. He looked like some kind of model from the way he was dressed. Trisha had never really been big on modern fashion, but suddenly felt extremely underdressed. She shoved her hands in her jacket pockets and pulled them in front of her waist.

It was both a lame attempt to cover her attire and a way to comfort herself. She wasn't used to pretty boys talking to her and her mind was so focussed on her parents that she couldn't really apreciate the sight in front of her. Her parents were still in surgery and all she could think about was whether or not she would wake up as an orphan. The overhead light in her audi reflected her image on all of the windows and it made her feel that much worse. Her reflection was not something she wanted to see at the moment. Trisha stared at the guy who appeared to be about her age, but it was moreso that she looking through him, not at him.

 

Tye chuckled at Zack," I didn't know you drove with your left foot, but ok man whatever you say; and my car not dinged up your head is though." Tye back the car out and drove towards the hospital. He pull into the parking lot of the hospital and Tye notice the unusal flow of traffice here. Tye never really cared for hospitals but he always got a creepy vibe from them, bit with the foot traffice that it had now just seemed worse. He looked over at Zack "Are you sure we can't just tape in up, I mean come on how many times have you put too much weight on you ankle I'm sure they will be fine......" He stared at he best friend and hope he would agree knowing he gets creeped out by hospitals.

 

OOC: Gonna adopt a color to my posts, mine were looking too dull lol.

Matthew looked at the girl's face and frowned, it was obvious she'd been crying. He couldn't blame her, he had been through the same thing. He looked her up and down and noticed just how underdressed she was. He chuckled quietly and then a little more audibly, figuring he should lighten the mood. "Well first, I'm Matthew...Mandolin, and you don't have to be self-conscious about how you're dressed. These are like pajamas to me," he said jokingly, gesturing to his elegant clothing. It was then Matthew made a decision. He decided that he'd hold off on telling Trisha about the accident until it was absolutely necessary. This way there was at least a chance of her being friendly with him. He did his best to make a tiny smile, probably weird looking on his depressed face, and continued the conversation. "So what's your name?"

 

Sienna's eyes grew wide as she watched the "zombie" continue to struggle with a syringe through its forehead. she stumbled backwards, covering her mouth with her hands as she attempted to hold in a scream. A sudden yelp escaped her lips as Scott drove the syringe through the person's eye. "Oh God," she mumbled, turning away from the body and Scott. "H-How do you know all of this...?" She managed to say. She opened her mouth once more before quickly turning her attention towards the door, hearing people screaming on the other side. "W-What about you?!" She wanted to run, but she was too involved with Scott now.

 

"YES I'M SURE WE CAN'T JUST TAPE IT UP!!!!! Just get me to the hospital.He slapped his seat belt into the buckle, and then leaned his chair back so he could lay down in the passenger seat. He could feel his foot starting to swell, which wasn't good. He could rotate his ankle, but it hurt like a ***** to do it, so he did his best to just hold it still and not moving it.

 

Trisha rolled her eyes at his remark. She figured he was trying to make her feel better, but it only did the opposite. "If those are your pajamas, I would feel really insignificant in front of your formal wear." She wiped at the tears under her eyes and stared up at him. This Matthew guys was talking to her for no reason at all. It was odd. "It's Trisha Cortz." She studied him up and down, still clueless as to why he might be there. Apparently the only way she would find out was if she asked. "Why are you talk to me?"

 

"Yo Jesse, what do you think about this one? I say she's an...8. For sure." Derrick jeered playfully, pointing to some girl who was walking down the sidewalk on the other side of the street. He incessantly tapped his cousin's shoulder, eager for a response. "I think I might even go talk to her."

Jesse half-opened his eyes, having dozed off for a moment, then squinted them to get a good look at the girl Derrick was pestering him about. She had light brown skin, strutting down the street in sparkly high heels, sporting a tight purple dress that complimented her curves.

"Dude..." he said, rolling his eyes and smiling. "That's a hooker. For sure. If you really like her that much just wave her over and get out your wallet."

Derrick turned to Jesse with his mouth gaped open, then back at the woman in disbelief. It was evident by his face that he was disgusted. "Aw man, that was a close one. See? This is what we need each other for. I save your ass, you save mine. I get you into therapy to keep you from going crazy, and you-"

"Keep you from sleeping with disease-ridden wh*res."

The two laughed hysterically for a little while there in Jesse's car, parked in front of the mechanic shop they owned together. It was one of the few worry-free moments they were able to have in times like these. The economy was down the toilet. Their neighborhood had one of the highest crime rates in the country. The bills came in constantly and piled into mountains. It all caused a great deal of stress, and seemed to never end. But for now, they could just sit here and laugh.

"Seriously man," Derrick said, his laughter calming into a soft chuckle. "I got your back. You got my back. No matter what, remember that. We're here for each other come hell or high water."

Jesse nodded slowly and the two bumped fists, resuming to rating women as they passed by. It wasn't too often they had emotional moments like that, but when they did, they never wanted it to linger for too long for the sake of their masculinity.

 

"Oh...uh, well I came here to...fill up my prescription," Matthew said, thinking on his toes and flashing the orange pill bottle from his pocket. "And I saw you in your car crying and thought I should come talk to you." He looked at her with saddened eyes and sighed. The boy already wasn't used to holding conversations and he definitely didn't like lying. Despite this, Matt kept talking to her, determined to comfort her like he wished someone would've when his parents died. "You know, my uncle used to tell me," He said, taking a stretch and putting a hand on Trisha's shoulder, "You shouldn't be afraid to cry, because for every tear that falls, you wash your sadness away."