|Ah, the Bullseye, the Resistance staple. Quite badass looking from Resistance 3, ain't it?|
Resistance: The Ties That Bind...July 21st, 1951Resistance: The Ties That Bind... by Seargent-Demolisher
The day today was filled with excitement. Everyone in SRPA III heard of John's proposal with Tibleam, and her acceptance to his proposal. They became excited and anxious of what's to happen now.
John was in the communal showers, washing himself up for the big event. Tibleam, on the other hand, is putting on a wedding dress she had gotten from a nearby bride store. (Surprisingly, as the Chimera invaded England in the first place...) The both of them are excited for their finality of tying the ties that bind to them...
John had gotten on a tux suit that he had a while back before Project Abraham, and started to head to Tibleam's quarters to get her for the big moment. Before he did that, though, he got a cup of hot Joe before he started off, as he was a bit thirsty. Once he finished it, he headed to Tibleam.
Just right before he knocked on the door, Tibleam opened it, and she became surprised. "Oh, John! I didn't know you were gonna get me... Heh,
Resistance: Sanctuary in SRPA IIISRPA IIIResistance: Sanctuary in SRPA III by Seargent-Demolisher
July 19th, 1951
As the daylight had hit John's eyes, he had awoken from a deep slumber. Tibleam, his family, is next to him, still snoring away in the broad daytime. John got up, wearing his boxers, slipped on a pair of his moccasins, and headed to the nearby bathroom to get his shaving cream and shaver. It was cold, as all SRPA bases are, but the bases are packed with accommodations of hot water, and John was determined to get his share. He started to stroll down an empty, industrial-like hallway, lighted with bulbs a few feet away from each other. Once he reached the base's communal showers, he walked inside, ready for the hot water to invite him.
Tibleam soon got up herself, dressed up in her uniform, and headed up an elevator to the Administrations and Command Deck, and walked towards her office for some... Suffice to say, 'thinking time'... Which is used about John, no damn doubt, and on whether or not they should stick together throughout this hell. She
+GIFT TO NANCHER+ Interview TimeDecember 31st, 2011.+GIFT TO NANCHER+ Interview Time by Seargent-Demolisher
It was a crisp morning, skies still snowing from Christmas time, and the season is full of joy... But not to one person. One who has a heart and mind as dark as the shadows of the darkest, blackest, and most dangerous depths of the universe. His name is John Hale Dalton. And his only wish is to work for a major army... But he never wanted to. The conflict was offending him in a manner that causes him to flow his anger into a destructive force... One that is brutal, and yet very interesting...
John Hale Dalton, a renowned mercenary, had been roaming the streets of New Sonora. He never had liked the city, nor the barren, scorched earth around the city. Even though the people try to make the city as "green" as possible (as very strange that may sound), he had never trusted anyone, nor their jobs. The snow wasn't helping, either. In any case, he had with him his most trusted M5A2 Folsom Carbine, from when he had been working with SRPA 4 years ago. (SRPA is now d