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After the Asteroid-Closed

@Wick

Sasha Belov

Sasha nodded in agreement. "Some weird things have been going on around here. A lot of people have been developing strange powers; like some kind of forced evolution. Maybe a survival mechanism." He brought another spoon of watery soup to his mouth. He was slowly getting the hang of his own new developments. He had yet to test the limit of his newfound strength. When Harley brought it up, he paused.

"I do seem to be a lot stronger than usual. I thought that I was just getting better after being so sick, but then I pulled a door off its hinges on accident. I felt like I'd barely touched it."

To be honest, it scared him a little. If he could do that to a door, imagine what he could do to a person if he wasn't careful...

After the Asteroid-Closed

Sasha Belov

Sasha found himself in the cafeteria, eating a bowl of what he thought was chili. It was pretty runny, and this was his second bowl, but he felt bad asking for more. The food supply was running low from what he'd heard. Hopefully, once the gates opened again, they could do some hunting.

The large man handled his spoon as if it were a newborn child. He hadn't quite mastered his newfound strength yet, but he hadn't broken anything in a couple days. That was a record he'd like to keep.

Sasha sat by himself at one of the ends of a long table. He hadn't done much socializing around the bunker. Part of him was afraid that, if he did, he would get too attached to the people there. He couldn't afford to be hurt again.

Suddenly, a wave of unease washed over him. Sasha dropped his spoon in his bowl as the feeling on dread settled in his stomach. What if the pirates got in and repeated their atrocities? What if he couldn't stop them? Then, just as soon as if had come, the feeling passed.

Sasha glanced around the see that a few other people had paused as well. This place was getting stranger by the minute.

Mercinary unit Rp

I don't think I'll be doing this RP anymore, unfortunately. I posted the IC 4 days ago and only got one person's halfway finished CS. There just wasn't enough interest, I guess.

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Sasha Belov

Sasha sat on his bed for a moment after the young woman left. Then, finally, he stood and picked up the fresh clothes to put them on. Once he was dressed, he sat back down on the edge of his bed. Sasha wiped a hand down his face, then rested his chin in his palm. He stared at the wall for a solid ten minutes, his mind wandering back over the last few days and the horrors he had encountered.

He didn't realize it right away when the tear began to roll down his face, but once he did, he didn't care. He had every right to be upset. The only consolation he had was that he'd made it here in time to warn them before the same thing happened again.

Sasha laid back down on the bed, pulling the blanket over most of him. He laid there for the majority of the day, sleeping it off.

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Five days later, Sasha was well recovered. He had overcome his sickness and dehydration, and was stronger than ever. Like, unnaturally so. Sasha had discovered this new strength after trying to open a door that stuck slightly, only to tear it off it's henges. He had been very careful after that, trying his best not to damage things.

After a few days, others began to get strange abilities as well. It seemed like a survival mechanism. A strange one, but effective. The commander and Sasha spoke a few more times. When the doors were planned to be open, he wanted Sasha present to help defend the bunker if need be.

After the Asteroid-Closed

@Wick

Sasha Belov

Sasha ate his soup as he spoke to the Commander. The man seemed very sensible and put together; Sasha could easily respect him. He tried to pace himself as he ate, as to not make himself sick again. He was only just now starting to get over the illness that had struck him about a week ago.

Once the commander left, Sasha finished up his bowl of soup and set it aside. He turned his legs around to hang them over the side of the bed, still generously covered by the blanket.

"If you don't mind," He said to the girl, "I'd like to get dressed." His voice had a certain solemn sound to it now. After everything he'd been through, Sasha had yet to be given the proper time to grief the loss of his friends and the people he had come to think of as family. He had only just now been given the opportunity to rest and begin to heal, let alone take a moment to let it all sink in. Everyone he knew was either dad or lost out in the broken world. Those who had died were given a horrible death, with no reason or closure.

After the Asteroid-Closed

@Wick

Sasha Belov

Sasha took the water from the girl and uncapped it. He sipped the water as he listened to her questioning, hoping to get his voice back before he responded. But before he got the chance, she ran off.

"Wait," He tried to tell her, but she was already gone. Sasha groaned softly, eyes searching the room, he was in. He spotted his wet army pants at the end of the bed, but had no desire to wear cold, wet clothes. He hadn't even notice that he wasn't wearing anything under the blanket he had over him. He wasn't too concerned about being undressed; whatever modesty he had was the least of his worries right now.

When the girl came back in, he was quick to get his word in. He needed to tell them about the pirates so that they could prepare.

"Thank you for helping me," He said, eyeing the soup. His stomach was quick to remind him how hungry he was, but he couldn't have any just yet. "I came from a bunker about 75 miles west of here. We had just opened our doors about a week and a half ago, our food and water supplies having run low. Everybody in our shelter got sick; the elderly died first, and then the young children next. We didn't have any time to recover before a group of vicious low lives attacked us. They are noting more than land pirates; they took what little food we had, raided our supplies, tortured the men and raped the women. The only thing they couldn't get to within the base was a vault that only the selected leaders knew the code for. I had been chosen as a leader after the first few months inside, when a sickness killed several of ours. Me and my comrades were taken away from what was left of our people and tortured for the vault code. The only thing of real value that I knew was inside was a map of all the surrounding bunkers. I refused to give them the code, but after several days, someone cracked.

Once they had what they wanted, the pirates began killing everyone who remained. I managed to escape, but I imagine the rest are dead by now. I knew I had to come here to warn your people; this was the closest bunker to ours. The map was encrypted, which should slow them down. But sooner or later, they will figure it out and they will bring their horrors here. You have to let your leaders know, so that you can prepare."

After the Asteroid-Closed

@Wick

Sasha Belov

Despite being shoved around like a sack of potatoes, Sasha didn't really wake up throughout the whole ordeal. Once he was on the bed, his feet still hung off the end. By this time in his life, he was used to that sort of thing.

The Russian man slumbered for a while, letting out the occasional, soft snore, or shifting around. It seemed like forever before he was finally rested enough to wake up on his own accord. He was hungry, thirsty, and his body still had lingering soreness from the sickness. He groaned and turned his head, his eyes landing once more on the young woman who had first met him outside of the bunker. She was asleep against the wall in the corner. That couldn't be comfortable.

"Izvinite devochka, mozhno li mne nemnogo vody, pozhaluysta?

His words were slurred and his voice was gravely again. It probably didn't help that he wasn't speaking English. Sasha blinked, then corrected himself.

"Excuse me? Girl? May I have some water, please?"

Sasha slowly pulled himself into a sitting up position. He looked down and noticed his wrists, free of chains. He tenderly rubbed the chaffed skin where the restraints had one been. Then it hit him why he was here in the first place. He had to warn them!

After the Asteroid-Closed

Sasha Belov

He was little more than a very large rag doll as he was heaved off the ground by several guards and stuffed into a wheelchair. Sasha didn't quite wake, but let out a couple soft grunts to indicate that he was still alive.

He missed the part about being wheeled into the bunker, to the showers to get his body temperature cooled down. It was true that he wasn't quite used to the heat. He'd been locked in cool, dim shelter for the past year, and before that, he had preferred cooler climates. The journey here had left his pale skin blistered and red, on top of the already cruel injuries.

As he was rolled under the cool, running water, some of the blood on his skin began to loosen and wash away. Sasha groaned softly, slowly coming to for a moment. He was confused; dazed. He had no idea where he was or why he was there.

In his bewilderment, he called out in his hoarse voice. It was weak, strained, and the words were certainly not English. Sometimes, when he was under stress, Sasha found it easier to speak in his native Russian tongue.

He twisted his body around in the chair, the movement rattling the chains that remained locked around each wrist and ankle. His steel blue eyes met the ones of the young woman. He met her gaze evenly for a moment before he slumped back around, slowly drifting back into a forced slumber.

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I think Sasha would prolly manifest his powers pretty soon, if he hasn't already. He's been out of his shelter for a while now, not to mention being outside for three straight days.

Maybe his manifested when he busted out of the chains he was being held with. He probably hasn't realized it yet because he's been weak from the sickness and dehydration/malnutrition.

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It's 10 am where i'm at. And that depends on if I get bored or not =P