#host-roleplay

[brody-archer]

[brody-archer]

[brody-archer]

(open rp) Starter

"So much for a fresh start." Brody mumbled, shifting through a large box of batteries and various electronic parts.

He had promised himself that this time he would start anew. No more being his usual 'asshole' self, and NO stealing. Well, that certainly didn't work out as planned. He'd already unleashed a whole raging storm of 'fuck you' on Doc for almost cutting out his neck thinking Brody was a soul when he arrived here a couple of days ago, that idiot.  And now he was currently rooting through boxes and crates that had been salvaged during raids, taking anything of use, or of value.

It was literally pitch black down here in the storage caves, what with the fact Jeb hadn't installed any of his fancy mirrors in these caves ceilings, as well as it being at least eleven pm at night. Not that that would make much of a difference. This place is hundreds of meters below the fucking ground anyway.

Archer held up an oil lamp in his right hand. The light it produced was strong enough to bathe every box and crate nearby with a warm orange glow, and cast eerie, dark shadows across the cave's uneven walls. His eyes glowed with rings of light around his pupils, reflecting the shine of the lamp.

Brody wasn't a soul. He simply wore a pair of contact lenses with a silver ring layer that reflected strong light when it hit the surface. Hence his fake soul name,Silver. It was amusing how the souls bought it, never once questioning him. This disguise was priceless when it came to walking around cities. Brody could stroll past a truck-full of seekers, and they would never suspect a thing.

Why he was still wearing the contacts inside caves? He didn't know. In this place human seemed to be the preferred species. Now, only Jeb and Doc seemed to know he was human. As for everyone else? He doubted they knew. He didn't mind if everyone thought he was a soul though. It means fights are easier to start.

His lips curled into a wide grin at the thought of starting a good old fist fight with a couple of the strong lads who worked on the fields in the main cavern.

Oh, how much fun that would be. It can be pretty dull, living amongst souls. They're such a passive species. 

He snapped back to reality and pushed his thoughts to the side, resuming to rummage through the box of batteries. He grabbed something from the box and held it up to the light to inspect it.

"Fuck yes." he grinned. It was a mobile phone. The screen was smashed but it seemed like it would work again with a bit of maintenance. He could sell this to the souls for a good price. He shoved the broken phone into his jacket pocket and continued rummaging, oblivious to anything else around him.