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Geoff shakes his head, woefully confused about the events of the last few minutes but somewhat comfortable and thankful for that. He thinks he recalls something where something that was but wasn't Mark had stumbled into the freezing back of the ambulance, groping and grabbing at the air, for someth...

Geoff shivers as he thinks over what he has just done as he backs away from the door, wedging himself into a corner. Cutting his friend, defiling the body in such a way. But it isn't Mark. It wasn't Mark. It ceased being him when they got here. Say it. Know it. "It's not Mark..." he shake...

His brain partly locked up with fear, Geoff tries to pull the shuddering body from Sarah, mumbling to keep himself under control.

Geoff winces and tries to hold back the urge to vomit - he just cut open Mark! His friend, sliced open at the neck and- It isn't Mark! Mark is dead.. and.. she will be too soon! Do something! Steeling himself up, Geoff moves to strike again; wrapping both hands around the handle of the knife, he tr...

Geoff , his mind slowed and his body numbed, finally snaps back when he hears Sarah call back. It couldn't be. It is. And what can he do? Hold the doors. Just to be safe. Hold onto the doors. Keep anything else out. Screw the doors. Geoff lets go, leaving the torch to hold out the darkness, and hea...

Geoff's greatest fear/weakness: Losing himself: his place, his meaning, his identity. (He always had someone to use as an anchor, to know definitively where he is supposed to be, what he is supposed to do, who he is. Earlier in his life, he viewed his uncle as this anchor, even after he died. Then i...

Geoff shakes his head slowly, trying to regain focus and shake loose any touch of delerium that still clings to his mind. What happened? What is happening?

"Don't suppose its safe for me to let go of the door yet?"

Geoff brings the torch up again, ready to swing it and strike with it if need be. He mutters nonsense to himself, just needing to hear his own voice, to focus on something.

Geoff refuses to let go of the handle to try and find some suitable weapon. Then it strikes him. The torch! Kneeling down, one hand still at the handles and his eyes still on the tape, he tries to grab the torch with his freehand but, if he cannot find it soon enough, Geoff will grab hold of the ot...

"I.." Geoff closes his eyes tightly, muttering fiercely to himself. "I can! I can do this.. I.. I can save us.. just.. hold together." With one frozen hand still clamped onto the handle, Geoff tries to grab something - anything - to strike with, trying to grope for the handle of ...

" No .." Geoff wheezes the word out, remembering the eyes of the driver ."No, M-mark, you're.. you're dead .." But is he? How did he drive us here? His own delerius words echo in his head, screaming for some logical answer. He didn't save Mark . He didn't save Karlene . He wouldn...

With one hand loath to leave the door, Geoff leans in, turning his ear to the patient, desperately curious to catch some of the whispered words.

<t>Well, the big thing for me at the moment is university. I'm in the gray zone between the end of highschool and the start of university with no job since no one is going to hire someone who'll be heading off in a few months. Gonna be studying Zoology up at Aberdeen University and, until then, tryi...

Geoff blink. And again, a moment longer. What in the hell... Everything seems frozen, snapped up in a photograph of the moment. He has to be sure though. He has to get a better look, make sure, know that this is happening and not that his mind is shattering. Pulling one hand from the handle, the co...

If someone will take the doors for Geoff, he will move as swift as his frozen joins will allow to check the unconscious man. He lost several good friends bringing these patients here and he isn't going to let them die without a fight.

As the cold bites into his hands, Geoff bites down on his lip, trying still to hold the doors shut. His teeth sink in, blue lips tinted red, a hint of warmth and bitterness hitting his tongue. Cursing silently, the old thoughts of impacting something sharp and menacing leave him now, soon replaced w...

Thanks; knocked it together after I finally finished writing my stats for Ash. Its supposed to be Geoff kinda.
Thanks very much!

Though I've probably made some mistakes, here's my attempt at Geoff: Name: Geoff Palmer Age: 24 Gender: Male Occupation: Paramedic Birthplace: Manchester, England HP: 14/14 MP: 14/14 SP: 65/70 Strength: 14 Consitution: 17 Dexterity: 15 Power: 14 Appearance: 9 Size: 11 Intelligence: 15 Education: 18 ...

As the ambulance begins to shift, Geoff's eyes snap wide open, his jaw going slack. Dread fills his veins, surging up from the painful pit of his stomach and touching every nerve. His mouth snaps shut, pain flaring through his teeth and pushing him away from paralyis. His fear is penetrated suddenly...

<t>I knocked off the sanity and picked up some C.M. I figured that even if I didn't use the skill, Geoff is going to still be pretty shaken by the situation and the loss of his friend (he took the death of the driver pretty harshly; I didn't write too detailed a background since I'm a little new to ...