<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Jake Wheatly<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>    Banshee, Teletrix, Natasha, open<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>It was almost a relief to his ears that he heard some normal sounding people. Even despite the Telekineticly raised  chunk of rubble, which was soon put down, he approaches, bare hands still out in the open. "Katerina? everything okay?..erm..well all things considered that is." He says as he looks around to the rubbled chaos around them, then back to Banshee before another voice caught his attention, looking in the general direction of the voice, returning gaze quickly to Banshee, giving a look as if to say "There's others here".<br/><br/>"There's others here? Please do not worry, we don't mean any -" A loud growl came from his stomach, which everyone nearby could likely hear. Despite the attractive woman, possibly women based on the voice behind the wall, his hunger commanded the attention of the moment. "...I don't suppose that you guys might have some food we can share from?"<br/><br/>He was now standing before Katerina. He looked her over a few moments before his green eyes met hers, and extending his hand "Sorry if we startled you, I suppose this is where you guys have been holding out? He says as he indicated the museum. He was concerned, but at the same time comforted by knowing that there were people that in all reality, as scared as he was. Sure likely about different things, but all stem from the same cause. The one that those soldiers were calling "Apocalypse".<br/><br/>