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Jamm

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  • Birthday 09/24/96
  1. Little Talk [Open Frequency]

    *Quentin grits his teeth tightly and grabs the radio* Listen here you little shit don't you... *Sighs and takes a deep breath, calming down* No.. no I deserved that... If you want to know my daughter is dead, I shot her myself after she was bitten by an infected.. I didn't want to see her turn.. *puts his head in his hands* Happy now you little shit?
  2. Little Talk [Open Frequency]

    *Chuckles to himself listening and holds the PTT* No need to appologise you just put to words what the rest of us were to afraid to say, and done so eloquiently too *takes a breath, drawing from a cigarette blowing out as he holds the PTT* Now where were we? Shouldn't let some disturbed wain interrupt our conversation.
  3. Little Talk [Open Frequency]

    *listens to the young voice, confused and sickened* What's your problem kid? Couldn't sit and let the grown-ups just have a chat? Reminds of my daughter tugging my jacket when I didn't have 100% attention on her.. *sighs with his head on his hands* If you're really keeping slaves I hope your mother is dead.. I'd hate to see a woman so ashamed of her child.
  4. Little Talk [Open Frequency]

    *Quentin smiles softly swaying and lightly tapping his feet to the music wiping a tear from his eyes* Heh.. Yeah thanks friend it's.. been a long time.. my wife loved the song *lays back and closes his eyes a smile on his face and tears on his cheeks*
  5. Little Talk [Open Frequency]

    *relaxes in the bed of the house he has barricaded himself in for the night and smiles, holding the PTT* F.K.? Well... It's something, pleased to meet you, I can understand a desire to be anonymous.. I'm tired of hiding who I am, if someone knows who I am and what I was involved in its their choice what they do with that information.. so, where do we take a conversation where those involved dont want to share to much? *smiles and puts a hand behind his head sighing and thinking* Suppose I'll share a little about myself.. before all this went to hell I was a paramedic fresh out of training, I came here to help during the civil war, volenteer medical personnel.. tough work but rewarding, then all this happened and well.. lost my daughter and my friends, got mixed up with people I thought could do some good and that didn't go so well.. now I'm trying to atone for my sins, using my skills where I can but.. it's hard to have people trust you when you're a nameless guy offering to stick them with a needle saying its painkillers.. *Chuckles a bit again becoming aware of himself* Sorry turned into a bit of a sob story there.. *broadcast stops*
  6. Little Talk [Open Frequency]

    *Quentin smiles a bit and holds the PTT* I can't argue with that.. all the shit that's been happening.. I'm feeling pretty damn lonely right now.. feels good to have a friendly conversation.. nice to talk Tipps. *Chuckles and grins* A few pints and a warm bed and some company sound pretty sank good right now... I think I'd die happy if I could get my hands on some Guiness *Clicks off the comms smiling and listening*
  7. Little Talk [Open Frequency]

    *Quentin opens his eyes hearing the soft voice, looking down at his radio and smiling faintly he grabs it and pushes the PTT* Sit and talk.. that's something I haven't done in a while, without fear the person I'm talking to will cut my throat just because of who I am.. Or was.. *he pauses quietly considering his words for a moment* I have no idea who you are.. who you're with, maybe you'll be looking to kill me too, but I suppose I'll start, my name is Quentin Blake, if you don't know the name I'm glad, means I can stop being as paranoid as I feel.. what's yours?
  8. Mack Dempsey [Open Frequency]

    *Quentin holds his radio trembling listening to the broadcasts lifting it to his mouth and pressing the PTT* Mack.. w-what the hell... A.. a kid? We're torturing kids now!? I've tried to sit and persuade myself I can stand by what we were doing, getting back at our enemies right? But torturing a child! I'm.. I'm done.. I can't anymore.. *grips the radio tightly* You're all losing it man... The men who brought me in are gone.. *tosses the radio into the grass between his legs and lays back sighing*
  9. Coyotes..If youre listening [107.8]

    *grips his radio tightly, sick from everything he's hearing, pushing the PTT* I sick of this, I might be a pup, I don't have the street cred my pack has, but this shit.. *sighs, squeezing the radio tighter* I can't believe I even considered leaving anymore, unchained, akrasia, whoever.. You guys aren't going to be so cocky when you're a couple of eyes short of a set.. *sits back and sighs, a grin spreading on his face, his morals were changing and he would be lying if he denied he liked the feeling*
  10. Coyotes..If youre listening [107.8]

    *Quentin listens closely to the chatter, sighing to himself and punching the dirt beside him, holding the PTT* Damn it Mack... i was about ready to turn my back on you guys you know i was but.. *sighs and laughs to himself* i would say i didn't sign up for this shit but, i did, i signed up to have a family, to have brothers who would watch my back and you have, you all have. You guys have brought me in from the cold, dried my fur and given me a family, what sort of man turns his back on his family when they need him. Even if don't agree with all the bullshit we've done and the shit we're going through you guys are my family. and i'll fight till the end to keep you guys safe as best i can. *Releases the PTT and leans against his pack and sighs staring out across a field, eyes lighting up as a deer runs across his view*
  11. [common frequency] The Wolves

    "signal comes through, rustling of grass and bushes is heard as if the user is walking" Hello, Wolves ? This is Blair, we met a few days ago in Zelenegorsk but got seperated, I've made attempts to reach you again to no avail, I hope this radio signal is correct it cost me over 60 rounds of ammunition to get, regardless i'd like to meet up again, your pack were great company.. and very welcoming, get back to me on frequency ** looking forward to hearing from you. "the radio picks up an exasperated sigh before clicking off*
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