DeadDrop

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I'll post today.

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Me, NEVER QUITTING >:D

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What's in the office :3

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Though the day remained rather dull for the young woman, rather it was night but she had arrived at the scene of the statue and slowly the rest of the group poured in. Talking, saying hello though at this moment she remained reserved, and quiet as the rest talked and said their piece. Eventually, they moved into the building, she followed the young woman - Linda, the assistant to the good doctor. As they rid up in the elevator she felt somewhat claustrophobic as she was surrounded by all these people. Once the elevator dinged she stepped off and they made their way to meet the man in their usual room per the usual...

Except that's not what happened, the Doctor? DEAD. It hit her like a train as she looked down upon the dead man.. Just like she did with Zach all that time ago, it made her sick - she looked away, in shock as everyone else responded in different ways, some physical others emotionally and others inquisitively. Though it was all white noise to the woman as people decided to call The Police which generally isn't an issue but now it flared up her anxiety as she started to sweat a bit from the thought, she began to walk away.

Despite Linda's request she walked away from her, and went to one of the adjacent rooms nearby the scene of the crime so to speak as she went and walked by the reception area like a zombie, she was out of it for sure. Getting away from the scene would likely be the best course of action for her before she melted down - or something else bad happened, coming upon a door she pressed her hand down on the handle plunging it down to open it. The door opened creeeeeeeeeeeeeeak, and other awesome sounds doors made when you opened them under duress, what was inside?

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Me? Posting tomorrow.

B l e a k C e n t a u r i

Life Is So Bleak

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Travelling alone without Zach had been hard for Alex at first as she had been by herself, without him the anxiety sometimes stopped her fro traveling at all but the therapy with the good doctor was working and there were results. Though that's where she was going today, to see the people she didn't really talk to. She wasn't a talker much anymore, she was for the doc but for the others they were just there the group therapy sessions were voluntary but she wasn't one to talk too much - flap her gums, all that jazz. The young blonde exhaled softly as she stepped off the metro, not dead - yet.

She made her way towards the office, well rather the momunment that the group was forming up outside of the office this fine winter evening. The young blonde was bundled up to prevent any attacks from the cold or the winter's breath, for now she dragged her legs like a corpse - a zombie, making her way up to the steps creeping behind the group, remaining silent as a few patients - yes PATIENTS the insane ones like herself.. Spoke, made small talk as they did, she remained silent. Observing, watching like a creature from the dark. She blinked sighing mentally.

Her eyes gazed up upon the dark sky, she lacked the street sense to feel the off-coming blues that was about to impose despair upon the downtrodden members of the therapy group. She looked up into the gaping glowing stars wondering if there was more to this if she had finally out run those P.I.s that were after her long ago. She exhaled, hot air bellowing from those perfect nostrils of hers as her hot air lit up the front of her face before vanishing before her. It would be just another session, nothing could go wrong - at least that's what she told herself..

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Delta green returns

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The Geek

24 - F - 5'9 - 160LBs

"Our relationship was like a car crash - get it?"

Born into a middle classed family things seemed average, even up maybe. Exploring when you grew up always was the best but when it's time to become adult things just seem to get harder. We live with our own demons and these demons just never seem to leave, just the way life seems to spit these things out. Growing up and getting through high school on the skin of my teeth was fun enough as it is but seeing shit at a young age really had me shaken up but I tried to move on.

I like technology it's a great escape, it seems like everyone is on their phones nowadays and I can't seem to pull myself from the computer as well. Crazy how advanced we've become in only a few decades but now I see myself in the field for it, compute tech that is and that's what I went to school for. Sometimes I wish I could share the tech we had with people in third world countries but that seems just too far-fetched.

I'm a computers whiz for a small independent game studio in Seattle, living at age twenty-three making it by the skin of my teeth. Graduating from the Unversity of Washington with a degree in computer science I went into the industry as a coder and that's what I really stuck to. I mind my own business but I often fall into my vices, a bummer but that's what it is. The world is truly a cruel place to live.




Her at the time boyfriend Zach ran some poor guy over with her sitting shotgun in the car. They left him for dead in the woods, after leaving him to die the man's body was found by joggers. Both Zach and Alex felt extreme guilt and she experienced nightmares and anxiety after the incident. She stills worries that she'll be linked to the murder, especially since Zach had been missing for a year either taking his life or gone into hiding. It's like a creepy feeling she can never shake.

For now she attends therapy for anxiety she has unfortunately gathered from the situation, while she's vague on why she's there she does seek help as her anxiety can at times - simply be too much.

• Krav Maga - Dad forced me to go every week to class, payed off I guess.
• Math, Code and The Works - Having a background in coding and in math helps me solve sometimes.. Complex situations.
• Peak Health - I eat healthily and go to the gym, it has to amount to something.

• Avoid Harm: 3
• Endure Injury: 2 (+1)
• Keep It Together: 0
• Act Under Pressure: 1 (+1)
• Engage In Combat: 1 (+1)
• Influence Other: -1
• Sixth Sense: -2

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Done, can we post our CSes in the CS tab?