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His kid was supposed to be in the safezone, his kid, but what if they weren't. Wanting to grit his teeth and pace, Vic already felt trapped inside the safezone and wanted to get out, especially if his intel was wrong and his kid was out there, but if they weren't… God, he hated this. He wanted his kid.

Maybe that was why he was so distracted and not paying attention to his surroundings. The faces around him were blurred, an unknown crowd, but voices were a different matter. The sound of his name was still enough to get his head to jerk around like a dog's and for a moment, Vic felt disappointment, then guilt. "Rory. How did you end up here?" It was good to see she was safe, but something about the safezone put him on edge.

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The crowd was dispersing, and her eyes were darting. Rory wasn't sure what to make of the announcements, any of them. She was excited about new entertainment- who wouldn't be- but a curfew? nobody in or out? If she'd been a few days later, showing up to the zone, would they have disallowed her from safety? Would they really follow through on not allowing the next wandering soul?

But then, rory caught sight of someone familiar, and her eyes widened. "Vic?" she asked, a smile blooming on her face. She cut through the crowd to wind up beside him, shoving his side lightly in case he hadn't heard her. "How long have you been here?"

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Unconscionable. Snorting, Vic took note of the high scoring scrabble word and immediately dubbed the stranger next to him as Ivy League. With a vocabulary like that, he was something fancy like a lawyer or a professor if Vic had guess. "They're only good, fine people until they turn into a problem, then the system says let them have it. That's true even when they're not some emergency going on."

An honest opinion, it was also bait to see if they jumped on the word system. Sure, the vocabulary made him think lawyer, someone that talked for a living, but the guy also seemed bright eyed and bushy tailed, an optimist with a blinding moral code in comparison to Vic's pessimism.

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Trapped? The announcement, and the dissent of it all, was still ringing loud in Wes' ears. He had been here by a stroke of luck to get it all set up, his office not far... but his wife, his daughter, did not share the same fate. No part of him desired the danger of being outside, but he knew that he would not be able to live with himself if he didn't do everything that he could to try and find them, to bring them back here... if they were still out there. He couldn't allow himself to think that way, if. They had to be.

"This is unconscionable," he remarked with a shake of his head, frown deepening across his expression. "Do they really expect us to just be okay with this? There are people out there - good, fine people - who they're fine with just damning?"

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Vic Aranda, was it? welcome to the safe zone. it says here you’re a 47 year-old truck driver? just verifying. according to the others, you’re both dedicated and sarcastic. but, that photo album? keep it to yourself. guard it. things will blow over soon and you can go back to rebuilding cars.

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Character Name: Vicente Tomas Aranda Nickname (s): Most people call him Vic Face Claim: Pedro Pascal Birthday: July 7th Zodiac: Cancer MBTI: ISFJ Moral Alignment: Neutral Good Sexuality: Heterosexual Occupation: Truck driver, formerly a bouncer at a club 3 positive traits: Determined, loyal, observant 3 negative traits: Stubborn, secretive, bitter Languages: English, Spanish Love language: Words of Affirmation

Biography

His father was out of the picture before he was born and Vic's memories of his mother are so vague that he isn't sure he doesn't fill in half the details with what he wishes were true. The one thing he does know is true is that one day he went to school, an eager to please student and an eager to eat child, and then he rode the bus home, but no one let him in.

Maybe she was late coming home, maybe she went to the store, there were a million reasons why she could be late, but the longer she was gone, the fewer they became. Vic's mom never showed up, but eventually the cops did, called by some neighbor he never learned the name of.

Taken into the system, Vic went through multiple foster homes where things always didn't work out for one reason or the other and eventually, he grew tired of trying. He ran off and made the best of it, napping in hidden library corners and lying about his age to people that didn't look too closely at kids they hired to help for odd jobs around the house.

Mowing grass wasn't glamorous, but he didn't want it to be. It was a day's pay from someone's grandma and it meant value meal lunches without any dumpster diving.

Eventually he was old enough that people stopped questioning him and he could work at those places he used to steal from. He saved up money, got a place to stay, and even got his GED. Things came together, he learned how to be a functional adult that people didn't look like he came from a questionable past.

He could manage his finances, he could drive, could keep a job and even cook his own meals, but he never learned how to have a functional relationship. Vic tried, but they always failed, and it was after one of those failed relationships that he screwed up and found himself in bed with the future mother of his child.

That was something that Vic knew he couldn't afford to go wrong with. Even without custody, Vic knew that he wanted to be there and take care of that child in a way his parents had never been there for him and Vic was willing to do a lot to make sure that happened.

When the world started falling apart, he didn't want to go into the safe zone, wasn't thrilled about trusting the government with his safety and well-being again, but banging on the door of his baby mama didn't result in any good news.

The safe zone. He had to go to the safe zone. Vic hated it, he didn't want to do it, but if that's where he needed to go to find his child, then he would do it.

Wanted connections

Former coworkers: People that worked at the bar and saw him around, or even regulars at the bar that knew him. This could be someone that was glad he got fired because they didn't get along or someone that missed him because they felt safer when he was around.

Neighbors: The people that would come over/host backyard barbecues and gossip about his life choices behind their hands or share a beer to commiserate with him. Someone that can identify and recognize what all he's lost.

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VICENTE ARANDA

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