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@munparkatticus

안녕! Atticus/ Korean-American/ 29/ he/him / bi It's a sin to kill a mockingbird

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Character Name: Mun Park Atticus

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Extra: the start of a new chapter, re-drafting

#c:atticus #ocs: episode one summary #Message me if you want to rp with Atticus #im gonna start more threads with him next episode

Atticus lay on his bed, contemplating everything that had happened. For once in his life he felt hope, he felt like he was safe. This community was more than he had ever hoped, and even just being with other people was more than enough. His hand trembled slightly as he brought out the draft of his second book. He had carried it around with him since day one, he sighed.

“I have a more important story to tell now.”

He grabbed the pages and ripped them out of his notebook, his face turning from shock to a smile. He picked up his pencil and wrote at the top of his page.

“Finally, in this goddamn apocalypse, there was hope again. And that hope came from a little community nestled in the forest...”

❝ anybody need anything from out on the road? I’m not gonna ask twice so ya better speak up if want somethin’ ❞

“I would really appreciate it if you could find me something to write with, but it’s not a hassle if you can’t.”

❝ I’ll keep an eye out Mister Mun. Do you need paper as well?-and yes Beck I just pirated your post, fight me.. ❞

❝please don’t fight me I’m small.❞

"That is terribly kind of you, thank you so much. Also you can just call be Atticus, no need for formalities."

#c:atticus #c: beck #c: ehrie #supply drop

❝ anybody need anything from out on the road? I’m not gonna ask twice so ya better speak up if want somethin’ ❞

"I would really appreciate it if you could find me something to write with, but it's not a hassle if you can't."

#c: beck #c: atticus

“when I was travelling along after my sister left me I used to play tag with them, I know it was stupid but I got bored.“he said smiling with a laugh. Yea I definitely think this place will be good for everyone” he said softly

Atticus smiled in response, his eyes glanced down at his leather satchel on the bed next to him. It contained all the letters from his sister and his second draft; the only two pieces of hope left in his life.

Keep reading

Ollie smiled again “same here but bore any of of that lest get some sleep and meet them tomorrow” he said laying back onto his bed and looking to Atticus. “hope you sleep well” he said closing his eyes

End.

#c:ollie #c:atticus #episode one #bunk mates

@ollie-holmes Atticus stepped into the room silently and placed his leather satchel on the bed. He hummed to himself as he opened the curtains, letting some light into the room.

He lay down on his bed and pulled a book out from his bag. Currently he was ready ‘Great Gatsby’. Atticus liked to imagine himself in the roaring 20’s, dressed to the nines and partying like crazy with Gatsby. People had their vices, alcohol, smoking, drugs; his was fiction.

He had been reading for a few minutes when the door swung open with a creak. A boy, younger than himself, walked through the door. Atticus sat up, a smile on his face.

“Hello there! My name is Mun-Park Atticus.”

Ollie looked up from the floor and looked the guy over. “Ohh Hi, the name is Oliver Holmes but you can call me Ollie” He said setting his bag down on the other bed. “that’s a pretty unique name you got there” He said sitting on the bed across from Atticus “where did your parents get it from?”

“Well I’m Korean so Mun-Park is my family name. Um.. Atticus is from the book ‘to kill a mockingbird’. It was their favourite so they named both their children with reference to it. My sister Jem..”

His eyes fluttered down in thought of her. It had been so long since he had last seen her, she hadn’t visited him in Manhatten but she had always written. He still kept her letters with him, in hope that maybe one day she would write to him again.

“So How about you Ollie, do you like reading?”

Ollie listened to him tell his story about his name and smiled again “ I read that book back in school its in my list of favourite books” he told Atticus while looking at him. “I do enjoy reading well did enjoy it, haven’t found much time to read since the end of the world.” He said his smile turning into a small frown.

“I could lend something to you, if you’d like. I made it a habit of raiding any libraries that I saw since books are so hard to come by these days.

“So what did you do before this whole mess?” Atticus asked curiously.

“I would appreciate that if you dont mind” He said the smile returning to his face. “before this I was a high school student making good grades and getting scholarships to schools” he said with a smile. “what about you, what did you do?”

“I was a writer, you might have read my works.” He smiled, thinking about his characters and their stories which had remained untouched.

“But I’ve dabbled with other things in my time, like astrophysics, cooking and I even worked as a barista for a bit. So if you want a coffee or anything hit me up!

Atticus smiled at the thought of coffee, it had been ages since he had a good coffee and even longer since he had seen an espresso machine.

” I’ll take you up on the coffee as soon as we find some" Ollie said with a chuckle shaking his head. “ I may have read your work but it’s been so long that I can’t recall. Can you tell me about it?” he asked Atticus

Atticus laughed to himself. Who would’ve thought that he would be explaining the plot of his book in the apocalypse of all places. He had only published one but he had carried the second draft with him all this time; and he finally had some life experience to put into it.

“It was a sci-fi horror with zombies of all things.”

He smiled and put on his best dramatic voice to explain the plot to Ollie.

“In a world where zombies are gradually taking over, humanities last hope is Jonathan who can communicate with them. Little did I know at the time; zombies are hella stupid and can’t communicate at all. I even wrote a whole language for that book, but surprise surprise the zombies don’t actually speak it.”

Ollie let out a laugh as he explained the plot to his story" you made up a language to talk to Zombies" he said with a laugh. “dude I wish we could speak to Zombies make life a little easier” he said once he was finished laughing.

“It sounds stupid when you say it like that!” Atticus exclaimed, pondering the thought of whether communication between zombies would ever be possible.

“Nowadays I can’t even use my first language since most of the people left just speak english.”

He sighed, granted he was pretty good at speaking english (he had to be to have a degree in english literature) when travelling alone he would speak Korean to himself. Atticus often wondered how other countries were doing and whether the virus had actually spread over there or not.

“doesn’t sound to stupid. I mean imagine how cool it would be if you could speak with Zombies” he said with a smile permanently on his face. “I take it you speak Korean?” he asked him. “I tried to take German back in school before the outbreak, let’s just day it didn’t go to well”

Atticus muses to himself, smiling at the younger boy.

“I spoke German when I was in school, I have to say though. I never liked how it sounded on the tongue.”

He pauses for a moment and then glances back up at Ollie.

“It sounds ridiculous but I used to read to zombies when I got bored, because they where the only ‘people’ who would listen.”

He sighs loudly and pushes his glasses up his nose.

“But I think that this is an amazing opputunity for all of us. I have so much hope.”

“when I was travelling along after my sister left me I used to play tag with them, I know it was stupid but I got bored."he said smiling with a laugh. Yea I definitely think this place will be good for everyone” he said softly

Atticus smiled in response, his eyes glanced down at his leather satchel on the bed next to him. It contained all the letters from his sister and his second draft; the only two pieces of hope left in his life.

He yawned and lay back on the bed, turning his head slightly so he could still talk to Ollie.

“I can't wait to meet everyone else!”

Atticus said chirpily.

“But I am feeling awfully tired.”

#c: atticus #c:ollie #episode one #bunk mates

@ollie-holmes Atticus stepped into the room silently and placed his leather satchel on the bed. He hummed to himself as he opened the curtains, letting some light into the room.

He lay down on his bed and pulled a book out from his bag. Currently he was ready ‘Great Gatsby’. Atticus liked to imagine himself in the roaring 20’s, dressed to the nines and partying like crazy with Gatsby. People had their vices, alcohol, smoking, drugs; his was fiction.

He had been reading for a few minutes when the door swung open with a creak. A boy, younger than himself, walked through the door. Atticus sat up, a smile on his face.

“Hello there! My name is Mun-Park Atticus.”

Ollie looked up from the floor and looked the guy over. “Ohh Hi, the name is Oliver Holmes but you can call me Ollie” He said setting his bag down on the other bed. “that’s a pretty unique name you got there” He said sitting on the bed across from Atticus “where did your parents get it from?”

“Well I’m Korean so Mun-Park is my family name. Um.. Atticus is from the book ‘to kill a mockingbird’. It was their favourite so they named both their children with reference to it. My sister Jem..”

His eyes fluttered down in thought of her. It had been so long since he had last seen her, she hadn’t visited him in Manhatten but she had always written. He still kept her letters with him, in hope that maybe one day she would write to him again.

“So How about you Ollie, do you like reading?”

Ollie listened to him tell his story about his name and smiled again “ I read that book back in school its in my list of favourite books” he told Atticus while looking at him. “I do enjoy reading well did enjoy it, haven’t found much time to read since the end of the world.” He said his smile turning into a small frown.

“I could lend something to you, if you’d like. I made it a habit of raiding any libraries that I saw since books are so hard to come by these days.

“So what did you do before this whole mess?” Atticus asked curiously.

“I would appreciate that if you dont mind” He said the smile returning to his face. “before this I was a high school student making good grades and getting scholarships to schools” he said with a smile. “what about you, what did you do?”

“I was a writer, you might have read my works.” He smiled, thinking about his characters and their stories which had remained untouched.

“But I’ve dabbled with other things in my time, like astrophysics, cooking and I even worked as a barista for a bit. So if you want a coffee or anything hit me up!

Atticus smiled at the thought of coffee, it had been ages since he had a good coffee and even longer since he had seen an espresso machine.

” I’ll take you up on the coffee as soon as we find some" Ollie said with a chuckle shaking his head. “ I may have read your work but it’s been so long that I can’t recall. Can you tell me about it?” he asked Atticus

Atticus laughed to himself. Who would’ve thought that he would be explaining the plot of his book in the apocalypse of all places. He had only published one but he had carried the second draft with him all this time; and he finally had some life experience to put into it.

“It was a sci-fi horror with zombies of all things.”

He smiled and put on his best dramatic voice to explain the plot to Ollie.

“In a world where zombies are gradually taking over, humanities last hope is Jonathan who can communicate with them. Little did I know at the time; zombies are hella stupid and can’t communicate at all. I even wrote a whole language for that book, but surprise surprise the zombies don’t actually speak it.”

Ollie let out a laugh as he explained the plot to his story" you made up a language to talk to Zombies" he said with a laugh. “dude I wish we could speak to Zombies make life a little easier” he said once he was finished laughing.

“It sounds stupid when you say it like that!” Atticus exclaimed, pondering the thought of whether communication between zombies would ever be possible.

“Nowadays I can’t even use my first language since most of the people left just speak english.”

He sighed, granted he was pretty good at speaking english (he had to be to have a degree in english literature) when travelling alone he would speak Korean to himself. Atticus often wondered how other countries were doing and whether the virus had actually spread over there or not.

“doesn’t sound to stupid. I mean imagine how cool it would be if you could speak with Zombies” he said with a smile permanently on his face. “I take it you speak Korean?” he asked him. “I tried to take German back in school before the outbreak, let’s just day it didn’t go to well”

Atticus muses to himself, smiling at the younger boy.

"I spoke German when I was in school, I have to say though. I never liked how it sounded on the tongue."

He pauses for a moment and then glances back up at Ollie.

"It sounds ridiculous but I used to read to zombies when I got bored, because they where the only 'people' who would listen."

He sighs loudly and pushes his glasses up his nose.

"But I think that this is an amazing opputunity for all of us. I have so much hope."

#c:ollie #c:atticus #episode one

@ollie-holmes Atticus stepped into the room silently and placed his leather satchel on the bed. He hummed to himself as he opened the curtains, letting some light into the room.

He lay down on his bed and pulled a book out from his bag. Currently he was ready ‘Great Gatsby’. Atticus liked to imagine himself in the roaring 20’s, dressed to the nines and partying like crazy with Gatsby. People had their vices, alcohol, smoking, drugs; his was fiction.

He had been reading for a few minutes when the door swung open with a creak. A boy, younger than himself, walked through the door. Atticus sat up, a smile on his face.

“Hello there! My name is Mun-Park Atticus.”

Ollie looked up from the floor and looked the guy over. “Ohh Hi, the name is Oliver Holmes but you can call me Ollie” He said setting his bag down on the other bed. “that’s a pretty unique name you got there” He said sitting on the bed across from Atticus “where did your parents get it from?”

“Well I’m Korean so Mun-Park is my family name. Um.. Atticus is from the book ‘to kill a mockingbird’. It was their favourite so they named both their children with reference to it. My sister Jem..”

His eyes fluttered down in thought of her. It had been so long since he had last seen her, she hadn’t visited him in Manhatten but she had always written. He still kept her letters with him, in hope that maybe one day she would write to him again.

“So How about you Ollie, do you like reading?”

Ollie listened to him tell his story about his name and smiled again “ I read that book back in school its in my list of favourite books” he told Atticus while looking at him. “I do enjoy reading well did enjoy it, haven’t found much time to read since the end of the world.” He said his smile turning into a small frown.

“I could lend something to you, if you’d like. I made it a habit of raiding any libraries that I saw since books are so hard to come by these days.

“So what did you do before this whole mess?” Atticus asked curiously.

“I would appreciate that if you dont mind” He said the smile returning to his face. “before this I was a high school student making good grades and getting scholarships to schools” he said with a smile. “what about you, what did you do?”

“I was a writer, you might have read my works.” He smiled, thinking about his characters and their stories which had remained untouched.

“But I’ve dabbled with other things in my time, like astrophysics, cooking and I even worked as a barista for a bit. So if you want a coffee or anything hit me up!

Atticus smiled at the thought of coffee, it had been ages since he had a good coffee and even longer since he had seen an espresso machine.

” I’ll take you up on the coffee as soon as we find some" Ollie said with a chuckle shaking his head. “ I may have read your work but it’s been so long that I can’t recall. Can you tell me about it?” he asked Atticus

Atticus laughed to himself. Who would’ve thought that he would be explaining the plot of his book in the apocalypse of all places. He had only published one but he had carried the second draft with him all this time; and he finally had some life experience to put into it.

“It was a sci-fi horror with zombies of all things.”

He smiled and put on his best dramatic voice to explain the plot to Ollie.

“In a world where zombies are gradually taking over, humanities last hope is Jonathan who can communicate with them. Little did I know at the time; zombies are hella stupid and can’t communicate at all. I even wrote a whole language for that book, but surprise surprise the zombies don’t actually speak it.”

Ollie let out a laugh as he explained the plot to his story" you made up a language to talk to Zombies" he said with a laugh. “dude I wish we could speak to Zombies make life a little easier” he said once he was finished laughing.

"It sounds stupid when you say it like that!" Atticus exclaimed, pondering the thought of whether communication between zombies would ever be possible.

"Nowadays I can't even use my first language since most of the people left just speak english."

He sighed, granted he was pretty good at speaking english (he had to be to have a degree in english literature) when travelling alone he would speak Korean to himself. Atticus often wondered how other countries were doing and whether the virus had actually spread over there or not.

#c:ollie #c:atticus #episode 1

@ollie-holmes Atticus stepped into the room silently and placed his leather satchel on the bed. He hummed to himself as he opened the curtains, letting some light into the room.

He lay down on his bed and pulled a book out from his bag. Currently he was ready ‘Great Gatsby’. Atticus liked to imagine himself in the roaring 20’s, dressed to the nines and partying like crazy with Gatsby. People had their vices, alcohol, smoking, drugs; his was fiction.

He had been reading for a few minutes when the door swung open with a creak. A boy, younger than himself, walked through the door. Atticus sat up, a smile on his face.

“Hello there! My name is Mun-Park Atticus.”

Ollie looked up from the floor and looked the guy over. “Ohh Hi, the name is Oliver Holmes but you can call me Ollie” He said setting his bag down on the other bed. “that’s a pretty unique name you got there” He said sitting on the bed across from Atticus “where did your parents get it from?”

“Well I’m Korean so Mun-Park is my family name. Um.. Atticus is from the book ‘to kill a mockingbird’. It was their favourite so they named both their children with reference to it. My sister Jem..”

His eyes fluttered down in thought of her. It had been so long since he had last seen her, she hadn’t visited him in Manhatten but she had always written. He still kept her letters with him, in hope that maybe one day she would write to him again.

“So How about you Ollie, do you like reading?”

Ollie listened to him tell his story about his name and smiled again “ I read that book back in school its in my list of favourite books” he told Atticus while looking at him. “I do enjoy reading well did enjoy it, haven’t found much time to read since the end of the world.” He said his smile turning into a small frown.

“I could lend something to you, if you’d like. I made it a habit of raiding any libraries that I saw since books are so hard to come by these days.

“So what did you do before this whole mess?” Atticus asked curiously.

“I would appreciate that if you dont mind” He said the smile returning to his face. “before this I was a high school student making good grades and getting scholarships to schools” he said with a smile. “what about you, what did you do?”

“I was a writer, you might have read my works.” He smiled, thinking about his characters and their stories which had remained untouched.

“But I’ve dabbled with other things in my time, like astrophysics, cooking and I even worked as a barista for a bit. So if you want a coffee or anything hit me up!

Atticus smiled at the thought of coffee, it had been ages since he had a good coffee and even longer since he had seen an espresso machine.

” I’ll take you up on the coffee as soon as we find some" Ollie said with a chuckle shaking his head. “ I may have read your work but it’s been so long that I can’t recall. Can you tell me about it?” he asked Atticus

Atticus laughed to himself. Who would've thought that he would be explaining the plot of his book in the apocalypse of all places. He had only published one but he had carried the second draft with him all this time; and he finally had some life experience to put into it.

"It was a sci-fi horror with zombies of all things."

He smiled and put on his best dramatic voice to explain the plot to Ollie.

"In a world where zombies are gradually taking over, humanities last hope is Jonathan who can communicate with them. Little did I know at the time; zombies are hella stupid and can't communicate at all. I even wrote a whole language for that book, but surprise surprise the zombies don't actually speak it."

#c:atticus #c:ollie #episode 1

@ollie-holmes Atticus stepped into the room silently and placed his leather satchel on the bed. He hummed to himself as he opened the curtains, letting some light into the room.

He lay down on his bed and pulled a book out from his bag. Currently he was ready ‘Great Gatsby’. Atticus liked to imagine himself in the roaring 20’s, dressed to the nines and partying like crazy with Gatsby. People had their vices, alcohol, smoking, drugs; his was fiction.

He had been reading for a few minutes when the door swung open with a creak. A boy, younger than himself, walked through the door. Atticus sat up, a smile on his face.

“Hello there! My name is Mun-Park Atticus.”

Ollie looked up from the floor and looked the guy over. “Ohh Hi, the name is Oliver Holmes but you can call me Ollie” He said setting his bag down on the other bed. “that’s a pretty unique name you got there” He said sitting on the bed across from Atticus “where did your parents get it from?”

“Well I’m Korean so Mun-Park is my family name. Um.. Atticus is from the book ‘to kill a mockingbird’. It was their favourite so they named both their children with reference to it. My sister Jem..”

His eyes fluttered down in thought of her. It had been so long since he had last seen her, she hadn’t visited him in Manhatten but she had always written. He still kept her letters with him, in hope that maybe one day she would write to him again.

“So How about you Ollie, do you like reading?”

Ollie listened to him tell his story about his name and smiled again “ I read that book back in school its in my list of favourite books” he told Atticus while looking at him. “I do enjoy reading well did enjoy it, haven’t found much time to read since the end of the world.” He said his smile turning into a small frown.

“I could lend something to you, if you’d like. I made it a habit of raiding any libraries that I saw since books are so hard to come by these days.

“So what did you do before this whole mess?” Atticus asked curiously.

"I would appreciate that if you dont mind” He said the smile returning to his face. “before this I was a high school student making good grades and getting scholarships to schools” he said with a smile. “what about you, what did you do?”

"I was a writer, you might have read my works." He smiled, thinking about his characters and their stories which had remained untouched.

"But I've dabbled with other things in my time, like astrophysics, cooking and I even worked as a barista for a bit. So if you want a coffee or anything hit me up!

Atticus smiled at the thought of coffee, it had been ages since he had a good coffee and even longer since he had seen an espresso machine.

#c:ollie #c:atticus

@ollie-holmes Atticus stepped into the room silently and placed his leather satchel on the bed. He hummed to himself as he opened the curtains, letting some light into the room.

He lay down on his bed and pulled a book out from his bag. Currently he was ready ‘Great Gatsby’. Atticus liked to imagine himself in the roaring 20’s, dressed to the nines and partying like crazy with Gatsby. People had their vices, alcohol, smoking, drugs; his was fiction.

He had been reading for a few minutes when the door swung open with a creak. A boy, younger than himself, walked through the door. Atticus sat up, a smile on his face.

“Hello there! My name is Mun-Park Atticus.”

Ollie looked up from the floor and looked the guy over. “Ohh Hi, the name is Oliver Holmes but you can call me Ollie” He said setting his bag down on the other bed. “that’s a pretty unique name you got there” He said sitting on the bed across from Atticus “where did your parents get it from?”

“Well I’m Korean so Mun-Park is my family name. Um.. Atticus is from the book ‘to kill a mockingbird’. It was their favourite so they named both their children with reference to it. My sister Jem..”

His eyes fluttered down in thought of her. It had been so long since he had last seen her, she hadn’t visited him in Manhatten but she had always written. He still kept her letters with him, in hope that maybe one day she would write to him again.

“So How about you Ollie, do you like reading?”

Ollie listened to him tell his story about his name and smiled again “ I read that book back in school its in my list of favourite books” he told Atticus while looking at him. “I do enjoy reading well did enjoy it, haven’t found much time to read since the end of the world.” He said his smile turning into a small frown.

"I could lend something to you, if you'd like. I made it a habit of raiding any libraries that I saw since books are so hard to come by these days.

"So what did you do before this whole mess?" Atticus asked curiously.

#c:ollie #c:atticus #episode 1

@ollie-holmes Atticus stepped into the room silently and placed his leather satchel on the bed. He hummed to himself as he opened the curtains, letting some light into the room.

He lay down on his bed and pulled a book out from his bag. Currently he was ready ‘Great Gatsby’. Atticus liked to imagine himself in the roaring 20’s, dressed to the nines and partying like crazy with Gatsby. People had their vices, alcohol, smoking, drugs; his was fiction.

He had been reading for a few minutes when the door swung open with a creak. A boy, younger than himself, walked through the door. Atticus sat up, a smile on his face.

“Hello there! My name is Mun-Park Atticus.”

Ollie looked up from the floor and looked the guy over. “Ohh Hi, the name is Oliver Holmes but you can call me Ollie” He said setting his bag down on the other bed. “that’s a pretty unique name you got there” He said sitting on the bed across from Atticus “where did your parents get it from?”

"Well I'm Korean so Mun-Park is my family name. Um.. Atticus is from the book 'to kill a mockingbird'. It was their favourite so they named both their children with reference to it. My sister Jem.."

His eyes fluttered down in thought of her. It had been so long since he had last seen her, she hadn't visited him in Manhatten but she had always written. He still kept her letters with him, in hope that maybe one day she would write to him again.

"So How about you Ollie, do you like reading?"

#c:ollie #c:atticus #episode 1

@ollie-holmes Atticus stepped into the room silently and placed his leather satchel on the bed. He hummed to himself as he opened the curtains, letting some light into the room. He lay down on his bed and pulled a book out from his bag. Currently he was ready 'Great Gatsby'. Atticus liked to imagine himself in the roaring 20's, dressed to the nines and partying like crazy with Gatsby. People had their vices, alcohol, smoking, drugs; his was fiction. He had been reading for a few minutes when the door swung open with a creak. A boy, younger than himself, walked through the door. Atticus sat up, a smile on his face. "Hello there! My name is Mun-Park Atticus."

#c:atticus #c:ollie #episode 1

ᴡᴇᴀᴩᴏɴꜱ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

A ᴡᴇᴀᴩᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ɪɴꜰʟɪᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴏᴅɪʟy ʜᴀʀᴍ ᴏʀ ᴩʜyꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴᴅᴀᴛᴏʀy.

ɪꜰ ᴀ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʀɪꜱᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ yᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀʀᴍᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴋᴇᴛᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ yᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴇᴀᴩᴏɴꜱ ᴛᴏ yᴏᴜ.

ᴀʟꜱᴏ ꜰᴏʀꜰᴇɪᴛ ᴀɴy ᴀᴍᴍᴏ yᴏᴜ ᴍᴀy ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀyɪɴɢ.

@munparkatticus ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ yᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏx.

Well I don't have much so here it is: - Cross bow - A handful of cross bow darts - A large hunting knife

#c: Atticus #weapon drop

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴄꜱ! ᴀꜱ yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴠᴇʀy ʟɪᴋᴇʟy ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ, ᴏᴜʀ ᴩᴏᴩᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴋᴇᴇᴩꜱ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ-ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴄᴀʟ ɢᴇɴɪᴜꜱ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟy ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟy ᴀᴩᴏᴄʟᴀyᴩꜱᴇ.

ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴩᴇᴄᴛ ᴇʜʀɪᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀyᴛʜɪɴɢ, ʙᴇᴄᴋ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴜꜱ.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ᴍɪʟɪᴛᴀʀy ɪꜱ ᴇxᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ. Yᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴏʙ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴩ ᴋᴇᴇᴩ ᴜꜱ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ-ᴀɴᴅ ᴩʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀyᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴩᴏɴꜱ ᴅʀᴏᴩ ʜᴀᴩᴩᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴋɪᴅᴅɪᴇꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ꜱᴏ ɢᴜɴꜱ, ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʙᴏᴡꜱ, ʙᴏᴡꜱ, ʙᴏᴍʙꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴy ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ʙɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴍᴇʀᴏ'ꜱ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴇxᴄᴇᴩᴛɪᴏɴ.

ꜱᴏʀʀy ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀy ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʀᴜʟᴇ yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴜꜱ-ᴏʀ ᴍᴀyʙᴇ ᴊᴏɪɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜɴ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʙy ᴀ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜꜱꜱɪᴀɴ ᴍɪʟɪᴛᴀʀy! ꜱᴩᴇᴀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴠᴀꜱɪʟɪy ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

ɴᴏᴡ, ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴀʙᴏʀ ᴩᴏʟʟ! ꜱᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇʀꜱ, ᴄᴀʀᴩᴇɴᴛᴇʀꜱ, ᴩᴇᴏᴩʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴇɢɪᴛᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ, ꜱᴀɴɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴇɴɢɪɴᴇᴇʀꜱ, ꜱᴇᴀᴍꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ, ᴄᴏᴏᴋꜱ, ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀꜱ, ᴄʜᴇᴍɪꜱᴛꜱ ᴇᴄᴛ. ɪꜰ yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ yᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴜꜱᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ᴜꜱ (ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱᴇ, ᴀꜱ ɪ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴩᴇᴏᴩʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ) ᴩʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴜꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙy ʀᴇꜱᴩᴏɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴩᴏꜱᴛ.

ɪꜰ yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴy ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ, ɴᴏ ʙɪɢ ᴅᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀyꜱ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴜɴꜱᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ʟᴀʙᴏʀ! ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ᴀꜱꜱɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴩᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ, ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ yᴏᴜʀ ʙᴜɴᴋ ʙᴜᴅᴅɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ yᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, yᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴩ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇy'ʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴩ yᴏᴜ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ.

ᴀʟꜱᴏ, ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴏᴄꜱ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀy ᴛᴏᴅᴀy! ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴇᴍɪʟy ᴠᴀꜱɪʟɪy ɪꜱ ꜰɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀy-ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴊᴏʙ ᴇᴍᴍɪᴇ! ꜱᴛᴀy ᴛᴜɴᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴏᴏꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ..

Although I majored in english, I have a little knowledge of mechanics and electronics because when I get bored I take things apart. Does Astrophysics count? I am also a pretty good cook, if that helps

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