Who| Charles & Kevin
What| Someone's in the wrong place, wrong time. And...it does not go well.
Where| Between homes and on the street.
When| Week 3 / Near end of week.
Warnings/Notes| Death.

Charles moves faster, better than before he had his abilities. Even though they were gone, he understood the situation slightly more than he had before. Many of the individuals here were more than willing to murder you. And if you didn't deal with other people, the environment itself could just as easily end you. The creatures here were aggressive, and you had to be careful around them, too. Charles had spent the time sneaking about and learning how to get around. Now he had to do it without his skills giving him that upper hand.

He moved his way through the houses, moving in between them, trying to keep quiet and stay out of the way of other people. The less people he had to deal with, the better. The population inside the arena was slowing decreasing and if he didn't want to join one of the faces in the sky, then he would have to be careful. He wanted to help people, but it was starting to become difficult to do that. He didn't have any skills to offer, so he often found himself alone.

Charles leaned against one of the buildings, then when he thought it was quiet and that he was alone, he moved out towards the street, turning his head quickly left and ride. he wanted to be sure he watched up and down the street as he moved.

Who| Charles & YOU :)
What| Charles is attempting to get his bearings.
Where| Main street, through alleyways in between houses, moving towards the park.
When| Week 1.
Warnings/Notes| None as of yet.

Few things had gone right for Charles since he had arrived in this place. Upon arrival, his telepathy had completely vanished. There was a spot in his mind that he had compartmentalized for his ability, and now there was no use for it. It was dead silent. He couldn't remember a time before his skill. It was strange.

Then - of course - he was going to have to fight to the death with others who also happened to of been forced here. He didn't enjoy fighting, and even less liked the idea of having to kill another person. The memory of Erik killing Shaw was still fresh in his mind. He wouldn't want to inflict that upon another person.

Once in the arena, he had made it less than an hour before his jacket had gotten stolen and he got hit on the head with a rock. He reached his hand up to rub over the cut where a bump had formed. It was sore to the touch.

He was moving away from the main street, and through one of the alleyways between houses, but he wasn't sure what towards. The fog made seeing things difficult. He just had to make sure he stayed away from people, for now.

At least until he had a chance to form a plan without feeling like a few moments of downtime would result in death.

[ note; feel free to catch him at any point through the week, and anywhere between main street and the park ]