How irritating.

[Charles Crafter]

Charles had, perhaps against some better judgement, gotten himself involved in the rather disastrous defense of the cure. It took so extraordinarily little time for the vampires to break through, and for someone to steal the cure. He wasn't there for the end though, instead, he had gotten practically obliterated during the fights. And eventually sent to the hospital when he unintentionally took on more then he could chew.

He groaned leaning against the bed behind him, he had kept himself busy as best he could practicing Rock Skin and pickpocketing a good few of the less aware humans in the area. Might as well make something of his time right? He didn't even survive until the day they broke through the blast doors, which one would think would have been hard to do even for him. Nevertheless it happened.

An irritated, and bored, groan erupted from him as he stretched out his arms knocking them against the wall behind him. "There is so little to do here. I've already been her for like a week I just feel like leaving at this point, healed or not!" He said somewhat aloud gaining little attention from the people around, aside from perhaps a pitied glance. His boredom was practically palpable, although he had still managed to sort of keep a smile on his face a lot.


Freaking vampires. Maybe they aren't all bad but most of the ones I've run into certainly are. Or at least morons with powers that make them think they can do what they want. Well I guess that's true though, they got through with ease. He thought looking around, Not much else to say about that. I'm pretty sure there just isn't going to be much working with them is there? They're too violent and self centered for that.


"Couldn't they have just waited and used the cure? Then we wouldn't have gotten stuck here like this. Geesh."