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How's my Driving?

Please let me know how I'm playing Jake in this entry. Anything at all!

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If you have anything minor or some loose ends that needs to be taken care of with Jake, feel free to use this entry to thread them out.

Just mark the thread accordingly like so--[Action, March 27th] and you can use this like a voicemail service thing. You can also reply to this OOCly, if you need me for anything. Just mark that it is.
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[It was mid-afternoon in Luceti and about an hour or so had passed since Jake came to and found himself not where he was supposed to be. After the initial shock, he managed to work out the journal and heard about some guide that led him to re-locate his things. Now he was taking stroll through the village. None of the technicalities of this place made sense to him, but he got the idea that he was stuck playing prisoner. That was what it all concluded to really. Nothing new to him, though this beats China's facilities any day. Was he happy? Not in the least. He was in the middle of something pretty damn important, like stopping an epidemic. Yea, he read that time would stop, but just leaving the job undone, when they were so close was pretty frustrating. Besides, he was still skeptical about a lot of things about this place.

He came to a halt in front of House 31, and gave it a look over. He walked around and locates a window. It looked like no one was staying in this house and it was surrounded by other homes that didn't have inhabitants in them either. Perfect. This particular window was facing the river and CB4. Anyone who happened by or just looked in the direction of the river would probably notice an explosion that was set off by a grenade. On closer inspection, a window had been blown off and took a chunk of the wall with it.

A few minutes after that, Jake goes on the journal.]


[Voice]

So how much of a beating can this place take before the magic repairman stops coming by to fix everything?

[People can probably hear the the river, as he had moved himself away from House 31.]

Also, this is to anyone who got dumped here from Earth, if the words "Neo-Umbrella", "B.S.A.A." or "C-virus" sound familiar to you, talk to me. If you don't know know what I'm talking about, consider yourself lucky, I guess.

[...Should he mention Sherry? No, she'd likely answer this if she was really here. Anyone from home could be here afterall]

Just wanted to get an idea of how many people are on the same page as me.
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