Post by zombiekitty on Jan 11, 2012 17:36:00 GMT -5
Teehee so I figured I'd put this here since I wanted to share. Might bring this guy here, not sure. But this is his RP Sample pretty much, gives the back story of how he gets here.
He slipped past the nurses station with ease. He had to get out here. Had been trying from the moment they had put him there. He'd tried just about everything from stealing a lab coat and clip board and pretending to be a doctor to stealing plainclothes and pretending to be a visitor. Problem was, he had a memorable face. He didn't have that kind of face you forgot easily. Then there was that personality too. All in all it made him a very memorable character. You never forgot meeting Murphy. There was a quality about the man that was likeable. Whether it was the comedy or the light wit one couldn't tell. He was just one of those that while a bit odd, a good person to be around. The other problem was that he got side tracked. ADD was the Devil's invention. Patients would actually think him a real doctor and he'd get caught up in 'treating' them. Not that he knew a damn thing about that. But this was a Military Psychiatric facility after all and everyone was crazy. If you ask Murphy if he was crazy he'd tell you he was normal, everyone else was just batshit crazy.
He slipped out of the exit and tossed the white coat he had donned to slip out. This time he didn't get side tracked. He belined it for the ambulance and opened the back. Grabbing the defibulator he grinned at his plan to start the ambulance. A sane person would have known this was a very bad idea with an emphasis on the very part. But to Maverick's mind that had much reckless abandon, it was a brilliant idea. He popped the hood and ran around to the front of the ambulance and set the defibulator on the edge. He started it and charged it. There was no hesitation, no return of common sense. You could easily say his cheese had slid off of his cracker a long time ago. There was no denying the smile of excitement and anticipation. To him this was going to work. He was going to start up this ambulance and he was going to peel out of here in his get away wagon. What he didn't plan on, was the reality of what was going to happen.
He placed the charge paddles to the engine. What followed was sparks caused by a large surge of electricity. This of course caused him to fly up smacking the hood on the way up and flipping over it. The strong current rendered him unconscience. He woke fuzzy forcing himself out of it. He'd done it many times as a Ranger. You got knocked out, you forced yourself awake. You had to be alert, had to be ready. No time for sleeping, no time to let yourself be open for an attack. His vision was still a bit fuzzy when he was aware of boots running on cement. Why boots? He was at a Military Psychiatric facility after all. The quards were shouting in muffled gargled voices. He forced himself to move. He had to get behind the wheel, had to get... there was no sound of an engine. Why wasn't it started? Of course a sane person would have known it wouldn't work. They wouldn't have even tried it. He muttered a curse rolling off the now closed hood from the impact of his body landing and landed face first on cool cement.
"Ouch" He breathed.
Yeah that was an understatement. Course the electrical surge actually felt kinda nice. Okay, no time for return attempts, gotta run. He peeled himself off the ground and made a wobbly attempt at running away. Didn't go so good at first. His body seemed intent on meeting with the pavement. This was akin to running while thoroughly piss wrecked after a night of drinking. He just had to get somewhere. Had to find a get away car. Maybe a bus to take with the cash he lifted form the pocket of the doctor's coat he lifted. Then from there he would go.... he didn't know where he would go. A place he could disappear to? Everyone goes to Mexico, forget Mexico. He grinned New Orleans was just as warm and who would expect it? No one. It was the best idea ever!
He slipped past the nurses station with ease. He had to get out here. Had been trying from the moment they had put him there. He'd tried just about everything from stealing a lab coat and clip board and pretending to be a doctor to stealing plainclothes and pretending to be a visitor. Problem was, he had a memorable face. He didn't have that kind of face you forgot easily. Then there was that personality too. All in all it made him a very memorable character. You never forgot meeting Murphy. There was a quality about the man that was likeable. Whether it was the comedy or the light wit one couldn't tell. He was just one of those that while a bit odd, a good person to be around. The other problem was that he got side tracked. ADD was the Devil's invention. Patients would actually think him a real doctor and he'd get caught up in 'treating' them. Not that he knew a damn thing about that. But this was a Military Psychiatric facility after all and everyone was crazy. If you ask Murphy if he was crazy he'd tell you he was normal, everyone else was just batshit crazy.
He slipped out of the exit and tossed the white coat he had donned to slip out. This time he didn't get side tracked. He belined it for the ambulance and opened the back. Grabbing the defibulator he grinned at his plan to start the ambulance. A sane person would have known this was a very bad idea with an emphasis on the very part. But to Maverick's mind that had much reckless abandon, it was a brilliant idea. He popped the hood and ran around to the front of the ambulance and set the defibulator on the edge. He started it and charged it. There was no hesitation, no return of common sense. You could easily say his cheese had slid off of his cracker a long time ago. There was no denying the smile of excitement and anticipation. To him this was going to work. He was going to start up this ambulance and he was going to peel out of here in his get away wagon. What he didn't plan on, was the reality of what was going to happen.
He placed the charge paddles to the engine. What followed was sparks caused by a large surge of electricity. This of course caused him to fly up smacking the hood on the way up and flipping over it. The strong current rendered him unconscience. He woke fuzzy forcing himself out of it. He'd done it many times as a Ranger. You got knocked out, you forced yourself awake. You had to be alert, had to be ready. No time for sleeping, no time to let yourself be open for an attack. His vision was still a bit fuzzy when he was aware of boots running on cement. Why boots? He was at a Military Psychiatric facility after all. The quards were shouting in muffled gargled voices. He forced himself to move. He had to get behind the wheel, had to get... there was no sound of an engine. Why wasn't it started? Of course a sane person would have known it wouldn't work. They wouldn't have even tried it. He muttered a curse rolling off the now closed hood from the impact of his body landing and landed face first on cool cement.
"Ouch" He breathed.
Yeah that was an understatement. Course the electrical surge actually felt kinda nice. Okay, no time for return attempts, gotta run. He peeled himself off the ground and made a wobbly attempt at running away. Didn't go so good at first. His body seemed intent on meeting with the pavement. This was akin to running while thoroughly piss wrecked after a night of drinking. He just had to get somewhere. Had to find a get away car. Maybe a bus to take with the cash he lifted form the pocket of the doctor's coat he lifted. Then from there he would go.... he didn't know where he would go. A place he could disappear to? Everyone goes to Mexico, forget Mexico. He grinned New Orleans was just as warm and who would expect it? No one. It was the best idea ever!