Discodeine

The Brainwashed and The Escapee (Vampiricchild x Discodeine)

The both of them started walking as fast as possible, but the shivering woman couldn’t bring up the energy to run. After some moments a big tree loomed out of the darkness, to which she pointed: “W-what if we hide underneath that tree, maybe the helicopter won't spot us?"

As soon as they got there, the gasping woman reached out to the tree to lean onto it. She realized she couldn’t stand anymore and let herself fall down on her hands and knees. The sound of the helicopter got louder and louder, and at one point it seemed like it was almost hovering above the duo. “I-I don’t feel good,” she said while breathing heavily.

Suddenly, for a split-second, various images of people and places filled her mind. They were memories and she knew them - she recognized them as her memories. She tried to grasp them, but they slipped through her fingers like mere fog.

The fog disappeared and what came in return was nothing but darkness. She only saw a shimmer of the man who helped her, but she couldn't reach out or speak to him. It felt like her will was locked into her mind.

Rain continued to pour out of the sky and a cold wind blew through the air, shaking the tree's leaves and branches wildly. Drops of water fell on the woman’s back, who'd stopped breathing heavily. She motionlessly stayed in her position and did nothing, while the sound of the rotating helicopter blades got louder and louder.

The Brainwashed and The Escapee (Vampiricchild x Discodeine)

"I don't know my name," she replied. This was the truth and she couldn't hide from it any longer. "I don't know anything anymore..."

The woman didn't have the guts to look the man in his eyes, instead she looked at their feet while they'd stopped walking. "I don't know what happened to me or what is going on. Do you?!" she anxiously asked, now lifting her head and looking the man in his eyes. Meanwhile, it sounded as if a flying helicopter was nearing. The woman's frightened look turned in a worried one.

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Hi Darkmoon! Interested in a Stranger Things RP with you. I'll send you a pm.

The Brainwashed and The Escapee (Vampiricchild x Discodeine)

The question 'What's your name?' echoed through her head and she started to feel anxious and panicky. She tried to suppress these feelings and wanted to know more about the facility he mentioned while they continued walking. "W-what facility?" she asked, again ignoring his question, while she started to shiver almost uncontrollably due to the cold weather.

The Brainwashed and The Escapee (Vampiricchild x Discodeine)

While Alexander told about the few questions he wanted to ask, the drizzle started to turn into rain and a cold wind blew through the air. The woman began to shiver, grabbed the man's arm and tightly held onto it, as she felt very shaky and weak. She felt nervous about the questions he wanted to ask and didn't want him to find out her memory was gone. She decided to take the upper hand and ignore his request: "T-thanks. What are you doing here?"

The Brainwashed and The Escapee (Vampiricchild x Discodeine)

She felt glad the guy wanted to help her. "Yes, I think I can walk... C-can I put a bit of my weight on you?" She had a look at her bulletproof vest, which still laid on the ground. "And s-should we leave that here?", she asked with a trembling voice, "or do you think we might need it?" She secretly hoped he would say that it wasn't needed because nothing dangerous was going on, but she was afraid that would not be the case.

Is this where new people go?

Welcome Ry! :-D There are a lot of awesome people here (I'm also still a newbie) so I'm sure you'll fit in just fine. Have fun!

The Brainwashed and The Escapee (Vampiricchild x Discodeine)

A facility? Disappearances? Battles? What the hell was going on? And why didn't she know anything about all this? And could this guy be trusted or not? As he looked around, she also took a moment to get familiar with her surroundings. There wasn't anything near she could go to for help. Her memory was gone, but she knew one thing for sure: she didn't have enough strength to continue on her own. She had to take a leap of faith and trust him - at least for the time being. "C-can you help me?"

X-Men: Newer Times [Discodeine x Faultyy]

"Eh, sure," Dan replied nervously, as he was utterly impressed by Logan's look; he had a muscular build, fierce look in his eyes and obviously was a few years older. Most students immediately left class and a few went directly to Logan and Dan. One of them caught his attention, because her hair was snow white, but her skin looked golden. "Hi, I'm Ororo, but everybody calls me Storm. I don't mind," she said, as she reached out her hand to shake Dan's. A red-haired girl and weird pair of glasses-wearing boy stood behind Ororo, and even though the boy's eyes were covered, Dan could immediately see he liked that girl next to him. "This is Jean," Ororo continued, "And this is Scott". Jean smiled and left Dan a welcoming feeling, but Scott seemed to keep his distance and just nodded. Dan felt overwhelmed, as he suddenly got the attention of four older-looking people, who all looked special in their own way. He didn't quite understand why Ororo said she wouldn't mind to be called Storm - was that her middle name?
"Come on, let's go to the canteen," Ororo said. "I'm starving! There are some others there we'd like you to meet, Dan. Or do you want to give him the grande tour first, Logan?"

X-Men: Newer Times [Discodeine x Faultyy]

"Here we have two different strings of DNA. Does anybody know what makes them different?", a calm voice asked, while he showed two plastic DNA models to the students in his class. A young woman with long red hair raised her hand in the air. "Yes, Jean?"
"The model on the right has the X-Gene," she answered. "That is correct," the teacher, known as Charles Xavier, said. "And what is that special gene responsible for-" Charles was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Professor," an old-looking black-hair woman said, who stood at the door opening of the classroom, "May I interrupt please?"
"Of course madame Calverley, how can I help?" The eleven students in the classroom, aged between 10 and 18, all looked at the door, where miss Calverley and a boy were standing. "Dan Finley has arrived today, can he join this class?" Charles' colleague asked. "Of course. Please mister Finley, take a seat," Charles nicely offered and pointed to an empty seat next to Logan. "Logan, as Dan Finley is new at this school, would you please be kind and show him around today?"