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Post by Sam on Jul 27, 2011 19:07:19 GMT -5
((Pow... let's get it started?))
Till ran like he had never run before. He had once again found himself stealing something. Stealing things was fun, right? This time he had been tipped off, not hired. Heard that one of the labs on the edge of town was working on a new reactive fabric. Supposedly reacted to impact to help keep the user alive, like a non-Newtonian fluid, sort of. He had found an odd one-piece vest made from it, and promptly put it on backwards. This way, perhaps it would help cushion his roll, which could be very helpful on a rooftop chase, quite similar to the one he found himself in now. His bare feet slapped against the odd tarmac-like covering of the roof, making no sound. He opened his mouth, panting, but no sound came out. He swore, again to no effect, realizing that he had forgot to remove his cloak of silence. He charged ahead, coming to the edge of the building. It looked to be a drop of about 20 feet onto the grass, then leaving the city and... freedom. He took a deep breath, leaped, felt himself soaring through the air. The brief moment, felt just like flying, time slowed down and then.... impact! His feet slammed into the ground and he was launched forwards by reflex. As he rolled, he felt the fabric in the vest ripple and soften, relieving some of the massive pressure on his back. He grinned as he was back on his feet, running. Then suddenly, ahead, a fence to one of the concentration camps. Where else for a freak to hide but with other freaks? Sure, he'd stick out, but he'd been hiding from these idiots for year. He ran, bounding up the side of the fence, scrabbling both hand and feet to vault over the top. His grey cloak fluttered behind him as he narrowly missed the razor wire, swearing as his nicked his arm on it. Another descent, another feeling of flying, another impact, and another roll. A clean fall. He darted between two buildings, hauling himself several feet up and pressing himself between them. Now to hope that the footsteps he heard belonged to a fellow freak and not a guard...
((Alright, big postie done. Join meh?))
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Post by Caroline on Jul 29, 2011 18:20:49 GMT -5
Running, running, always running. The soft thud thud of a young woman's combat boots pattered down the dirt road, kicking up filth as she sped through the last of the golden dusk light that shone across the city. Behind, a stampede of police men chased her, shouting with hatred and frustration. They were gaining, and there wasn't much time left. Ruth clenched her jaw and pushed forward, despite her legs threatening to give way and her lungs drying up. She bordered the fence of one their mighty camps, prisoners turning their attention to the free girl. Some of them even cheered. A pistol fired from behind, Ruth yelped and instinctively began to zig-zag. Bang bang, another shot. The path she chased seemed to stretch miles before her, bleak and hopeless. There was no place to hide, only run, but the girl's body could not carry her any further. Her toe caught on a loose stone, she was propelled forward, crashing into the ground with a cloud of dust billowing over limp body. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Laying motionless, she heaved for oxygen, feeling as though she could die right then and there, she cursed herself for having such a weak physique. Within moments, the girl was surrounded by thickly armed men, all of which were breathing just as heavily as herself. They spoke among themselves, shouting at her not to move. Ruth could barely hear them, her ears still ringing from the pursuit. One of the men turned to her, then shot the mangy blond girl in the leg as a safety precaution. "She's not running anywhere now." he confirmed, scanning her body with hateful eyes. Ruth let out a hoarse cry, the pain over-whelming her as she bled out into the dirt. She soon fainted, her last memory of being slung over somebody's shoulder.
Ruth awoke as she was tossed into the cool mud, her body swollen with pain. Rain poured down from the sky above, the girl raised her head as she regained coherence. A truck was pulling away, guards riding upon it, and several more guards stood over Ruth, their expressions bitter. Before she could grasp what was happening, her ankles were snatched, then her body was hauled through the mud, heading straight toward her worst nightmare. The gates! She was being taken toward the gates! "No! Fucking no!" Ruth shrieked, twisting and squirming, fighting with all her might to break free. She hissed and snarled, clawing the ground for life. The girl's crys filled the humid night air, stirring anyone within a mile radius. Ruth was soon kicked in the head, shutting her up temporarily. The girl let out a little moan as she was dragged past brick, barn-like housing, beginning to loose her sense of reality. Suddenly, something caught Ruth's eye. A pair of bare feet pressed against the side of one of the buildings was the last thing she saw before letting herself slip away into unconsciousness. Defeat washed over her.
OOC; Sorry for the novel intro.
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Post by Sam on Jul 29, 2011 23:39:48 GMT -5
((I'm going to try with perspectives, switching between first and third to see which one is more comfortable in context. Sorry for confusion. Also, don't apologize, look who you're talking to xD))
I watched, feeling every pain the poor girl was suffering. Although, malnourished and ragged as she was, I suspect my empathy would have a lot of catching up to do if I let it get away from me. Better idea, how about I help out? I thought I had seen a glint of recognition in her eyes when she looked towards me. Most people miss me completely these days, so she must either be gifted or just very observant. I watched as one of the guards left, leaving only two staring at her, laughing. I dropped silently to the ball of my foot and crept up behind him. When his friend turned away, I struck. I cloaked us both in silence, pulled him back out of sight and snapped his neck like a twig. His friend paused, looking confused. I lunged, drawing my knife and pricking his neck with the very tip. The poison was promptly spread through his body, dropping him like a stone. He wasn't dead, he just looked like it. For comedic reasons of my own, I pricked his neck a second time so that it looked almost like a vampire bite. Satisfied, I checked for reinforcements. None? Good. I knelt by the girl, hovering over her with my face only three inches from hers. I hope she's okay...
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Post by Caroline on Aug 13, 2011 7:07:29 GMT -5
Ruth stirred only slightly by the sound of a fight, bodies collapsing to the ground around her. The girl wasn't able to make much of it in her head, or process a reaction for that matter, in fact she assumed she was merely dreaming. All of her senses were pretty much out of order. Then, she felt a figure leaning over her, the warmth of their breath on her face. Ruth could not find the strength to open her eyes, but let out a tiny squeak from the back of her throat. "He... help... mu--," the words were raspy and almost incomprehensible, the girl's head rolled over limply, blonde hair caked with mud.
OOC; ...short post is short. Not much to say when you're laying on the ground dying.
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Post by Sam on Aug 14, 2011 22:45:38 GMT -5
((True that. Laying on the ground dying posts were always awkward for me >.>))
I had seen her move, heard her try and speak. She was alive, most definitely, and that means I had to do something to help. I looked at the building next to us. The sign said General Storage, so I hoped it was empty. I slipped my hands under her arms and pulled, dragging her unceremoniously into the cracked door. I hated to manipulate her like this, like she was a thing instead of a person, but I didn't want to try and do anything out where we might be seen. As we pulled inside, I kicked the big door shut and lay her gently in a corner. I pulled my cloak off and balled it up under her, using it as a sort of pillow for her head. The mud would wash out later, I suppose. I reached into the flat pocket on the leg of my trousers, pulling out a thin wooden flask and some bandage. For now I placed the bandage by her leg. The flask held in it just under a tablespoon of a home brew that would help bring her back around and would make her blood clot faster. On the downside, it tasted like crap and was a diuretic, but I don't think dying people care much. I pressed it to her closed lips. "Please drink, little one, you need it..." I can't say that a rumbling, guttural bass is exactly what an emaciated, shot-in-the-leg person wants to hear, but it's not as if I had a choice in the matter. I prayed that she had enough strength left to part her lips and swallow without help
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Post by Caroline on Aug 16, 2011 8:54:44 GMT -5
Ruth dazed in and out of consciousness, only catching bits and pieces of reality as she felt her body being dragged through the mud. That was it, it was all over. They were going to exterminate her for good, she was being dragged to her doom. Maybe if she was lucky they would just shoot her again, only in the head. Quick and simple. Her body stopped moving, being released to the ground gently by whatever force carried her. Ruth could hear a male voice giving her instruction, but she failed to comprehend was he was saying. Suddenly, a foul liquid was dribbled onto her lips, seeping into her mouth to burn her tongue. The taste triggered something within her, reversing her previous attitude toward death. All she wanted now was to strangle whoever was trying to poison her. Heat of rage swelled within her, her eyes flew open to face whoever was trying to kill her. Within a split second, she shot up and plowed her fist into her attacker's lower throat with perfect precision, knocking them over. Ruth huffed as adrenaline surged through her, heart hammering in her chest. I almost died! she thought as she spat all over the concrete floor, gazing around at her surroundings, she found herself inside some big warehouse of sorts. Only when the pain resurfaced to her leg did Ruth remember she was shot, the temporary adrenaline rush had been powerful enough to conceal it, but only for a few moments. Ruth let of a little snarl of agony and threw her head back against the wall.
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Post by Sam on Aug 16, 2011 10:12:50 GMT -5
I felt the hand smack into my throat. Startling amount of power in that punch for such a tiny one, much less one who was fairly dead. I fell back on my butt inadvertently, and stayed there breathing raggedly. The young lady was in full-blown panic, as evidenced by her snarling and scrabbling. She gave her head a good whack against the wall, and seemed... relatively calm. I bounced back up onto the balls of my feet and crouched in front of her. My throat felt clear enough to speak, so I did. "Please don't hit me again. The men who shot you are dead outside. I'm not with them, you're safe with me. May I tend to your leg?" I pointed at the oozing, squishy wound for emphasis.
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Post by Caroline on Aug 19, 2011 6:47:04 GMT -5
To her surprise, the young man she punched recovered quite quickly, jumping back to his feet as if nothing happened. Ruth was just now getting a good look at him; he was much bigger than herself, quite tall with strange, dark ginger-like hair and a severe tan. There was something odd about his appearance, but unique. He spoke, asking Ruth not to smash him again and informing her that her actual attackers were dead and that she was safe. Ruth clenched her jaw, preparing to tell him to fuck off out of pure instinct, but in all honestly, she did need help. She looked down at her battered leg and frowned, then gave a tiny permissive nod to the young man who was waiting to tend her leg. Ruth hated needing help from others, and simply folded her arms over her chest and refused to make eye contact.
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Post by Sam on Aug 19, 2011 17:32:34 GMT -5
((Just an observation: I have no life. Also, switching back to third person. First doesn't work with this character, he thinks too much and says too little))
Till reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pouch made from the fur of some small animal. He opened it, sniffed it to be sure, then held it over her leg. "This is paste made from aluminum sulfate and honey. It'll feel sticky and itchy, but it'll clean the wound and help stop the bleeding." He gently wiped clean the rapidly-coagulating blood, then smeared the paste over it. The wound seemed to calm down almost instantly as it stopped spitting blood and pulsated more slowly. Immediate need attended to, Till began thinking about the next two necessities: removing the bullet and finding out where this strange girl... woman? came from. He picked up something he had dropped when punched, the wallet from one of the guards. He had taken both of them to see if they had any useful information or money. "What is your name?" He asked Ruth, deliberately not looking at her.
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