Lynn - Underground - Tyler
Lynn laughed bitterly. "Oh please! You're not a coward? When I left you threw a tantrum like a little boy. You killed off your own men because they liked me. And you're going to kill me now for the same reason. Your men know it as much as I do. The only reason you are doing this is because I am stronger then you, not physically but mentally. You can't break me and you can't control me, so your solution is to kill me. That is a coward. And that is why I stopped loving you."
There had been a time when she had been in love with Tyler, in love with a man and the dream he was fighting to build.
But she had watched that man turn into a monster. She had watched him become a tyrant and a coward. And that was something she just couldn't watch anymore.
"That was why I left," she said. "Because the man I loved is dead, killed by the monster who now inhabits his body."
She looked back at the three men standing around her. "Ask yourselves : am I doing this because I feel it's right, or am I doing this because I am scared of a shadow of a man who has become nothing more then a playground bully'?"
He wouldn't make her cower. No matter what he did, he wouldn't make her cower. Three walkers or three hundred didn't make a difference.
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Lynn - Arena - walker, Tyler
Lynn looked from the walker to Tyler. "I don't know where the hell she is!" Lynn roared through clenched teeth. "Now either give me a weapon or set your better looking twin here loose and let me die."
Hopefully the redneck was able to get Jess far away from here. Lynn didn't really care about dying. It was obvious the spiteful jerk wasn't going to put her as 'breeding stock' thank God, although since she had worked with a lot of the guys here and they knew what she was capable of very few of them would have to balls to come near her.
No, she was going to be used as entertainment for these animals. Lynn glared at the walker, who was straining it take a bite out of her. She put her shoulders back and rolled her neck around to loosen up. If the coward wasn't going to give her a weapon then she would have to fight with her bare hands.
She knew he wanted her to cry and beg him. People begging seemed to turn him on. But he knew her. There was no way she was going to be on her knees for anyone. She turned her glare on the men in the arena with her. She had worked with them, had even saved their lives a couple of times. But that meant nothing now.
In what was likely going to be her last act of defiance, Lynn spat at Tyler. "You are a coward."
Lynn looked from the walker to Tyler. "I don't know where the hell she is!" Lynn roared through clenched teeth. "Now either give me a weapon or set your better looking twin here loose and let me die."
Hopefully the redneck was able to get Jess far away from here. Lynn didn't really care about dying. It was obvious the spiteful jerk wasn't going to put her as 'breeding stock' thank God, although since she had worked with a lot of the guys here and they knew what she was capable of very few of them would have to balls to come near her.
No, she was going to be used as entertainment for these animals. Lynn glared at the walker, who was straining it take a bite out of her. She put her shoulders back and rolled her neck around to loosen up. If the coward wasn't going to give her a weapon then she would have to fight with her bare hands.
She knew he wanted her to cry and beg him. People begging seemed to turn him on. But he knew her. There was no way she was going to be on her knees for anyone. She turned her glare on the men in the arena with her. She had worked with them, had even saved their lives a couple of times. But that meant nothing now.
In what was likely going to be her last act of defiance, Lynn spat at Tyler. "You are a coward."
okay this rp is now closed to new CS's. I will work on reviewing / adding the ones already submitted and I will work on the IC. I am having some trouble with writer's block tonight so be patient with me guys. I am going to try my best to get the IC going tonight.
forgot it
Why is chatzy not working?? :(
later tonight. I can't really give an exact time because I don't know when I'll be on and what time zones everyone else is in.
Also guys I have a request for the structure of your posts. I have found it very helpful in my other rp and I think it will be very helpful here.
When posting, at the beginning of your post put in bold the name of the character you are currently playing, where you are specifically and who you are interacting with.
Example:
Ayame - Village / Healer's Hut - Yoshitsune
Also guys I have a request for the structure of your posts. I have found it very helpful in my other rp and I think it will be very helpful here.
When posting, at the beginning of your post put in bold the name of the character you are currently playing, where you are specifically and who you are interacting with.
Example:
Ayame - Village / Healer's Hut - Yoshitsune
I didn't approve Shinra because he needs to fix his CS. Under the 'class' section he wrote 'beginner'. Really that section is for what you are : samurai, ronin, ninja, monk, villager, soldier, ect. I'm sorry I got caught up with other things and forgot to mention it last night.
Jessalyn - Haywood - Despair
Jess couldn't cry. She cried too much. She was beyond it now.
The despair she felt was so deep... so completely draining... that there was nothing left.
He didn't care. She knew he didn't care about her, but he didn't care about his own child either.
She felt the baby move inside of her, like it was cringing from all the yelling that had gone on.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I am sorry to bring you into this world. This isn't what you deserve. You deserve so much more..."
All she could do now was pray that her child was a boy. At least then he would be safe for the most part. She didn't even want to think of what would happen if her child was a girl, how they would both be tortured.
What happened to her didn't matter. Her fate was already sealed. Bruce was right. She wouldn't survive for long.
Maybe... maybe that was for the best...
Death meant no more pain... no more torture... just eternal sleep...
No one came for a long time. She didn't even know how many minutes or hours went by. She stopped counting. No one brought her food. She heard people talking outside of her cell, but no one opened the door.
Life went on outside. No one noted or cared what had happened to the pregnant girl. No one asked questions. They went about their lives, not caring what price was paid to keep their lives simple and uncomplicated.
Jess knew she should hate them, hate him. But she just couldn't find it in her. Hate took too much energy. It accomplished nothing. It didn't help her. It didn't make things better.
She was so tired....
Her eyes dropped and her head lolled to the side. Her face stung from the blows he had given her. She was probably bruised, but not bleeding that she could feel.
It was very uncomfortable, trying to sleep tied to a chair, but she was just too tired to try and stay awake anymore.
Maybe she would dream... dream of being far away from here... being somewhere safe and warm... with someone who cared about her and her baby...
she'd be with Lynn and Floyd... they would be happy and healthy and safe...
She could dream...
Jess couldn't cry. She cried too much. She was beyond it now.
The despair she felt was so deep... so completely draining... that there was nothing left.
He didn't care. She knew he didn't care about her, but he didn't care about his own child either.
She felt the baby move inside of her, like it was cringing from all the yelling that had gone on.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I am sorry to bring you into this world. This isn't what you deserve. You deserve so much more..."
All she could do now was pray that her child was a boy. At least then he would be safe for the most part. She didn't even want to think of what would happen if her child was a girl, how they would both be tortured.
What happened to her didn't matter. Her fate was already sealed. Bruce was right. She wouldn't survive for long.
Maybe... maybe that was for the best...
Death meant no more pain... no more torture... just eternal sleep...
No one came for a long time. She didn't even know how many minutes or hours went by. She stopped counting. No one brought her food. She heard people talking outside of her cell, but no one opened the door.
Life went on outside. No one noted or cared what had happened to the pregnant girl. No one asked questions. They went about their lives, not caring what price was paid to keep their lives simple and uncomplicated.
Jess knew she should hate them, hate him. But she just couldn't find it in her. Hate took too much energy. It accomplished nothing. It didn't help her. It didn't make things better.
She was so tired....
Her eyes dropped and her head lolled to the side. Her face stung from the blows he had given her. She was probably bruised, but not bleeding that she could feel.
It was very uncomfortable, trying to sleep tied to a chair, but she was just too tired to try and stay awake anymore.
Maybe she would dream... dream of being far away from here... being somewhere safe and warm... with someone who cared about her and her baby...
she'd be with Lynn and Floyd... they would be happy and healthy and safe...
She could dream...
Jess - Haywood - Bruce
The ropes cut into her wrists. The soldiers had come back and tied her to a chair, all while telling her in detail what their leader would be doing to her because of the trouble she had caused. Jess kept her head high and acted like she couldn't hear them. She also didn't speak. It didn't matter. She had been tricked and used. Now she and her child would pay the consequences.
When they left her alone she whispered to her child. "I'm sorry... this is my fault... I'm so sorry my angel..."
The door opened and Jess closed her eyes against the light. She didn't open them again until a light was turned on.
Seeing him again this close... it took everything in her not she start hyperventilating. When he started listing her crimes she tried to defend herself but he interrupted her.
"But he was... I didn't mean... I was about to pass out and the doctor wanted to make sure the baby-" she gasped as she head jerked to the side from the slap. Her cheek turned bright red as tears gathered. "Don't-!" she started to cry when he nearly touched her.
When he started to leave she couldn't take it anymore. What made a difference what happened to her now? He wouldn't kill her. He was going to barter her off to who she was certain was Tyler.
"He said something bad was going to happen to me!" she exclaimed. "He said he'd get me out! Then he left me behind! He just used me to get away himself! He used me, then left me! Just like you did!"
When he paused she moved her head to try and toss her hair out of her face. "You don't even remember me do you?! How you used me and hurt me then left me behind! You don't even care!" she accused. "You are going to barter off your own child to a man who is the devil! You don't even give a damn!" she fairly screamed. "I'm carrying your child you hateful, horrible, evil man! Your son will be raised as a murdering thief! Your daughter will be farmed like livestock! And me... I'll be abused until I die of it. How can you not even care?" she asked, her anger giving way to sadness and despair. She began to cry. "Please tell me you feel something for your own child."
She didn't know what hurt more, that he didn't remember something that devastated her or that her poor child would be in the hands of the devil himself.
"It is yours," she said, her voice low and shaking. "I didn't do anything with any other man after you. Please, I begged you once and I am begging you again : trade me away if you want, but wait until my baby... our baby... is born and keep it out of Tyler's hands. The thought of him even touching it..." she trailed off and bent as far as she could, trying to curl protectively around her stomach. "You can't let him have our child... please... please..."
The ropes cut into her wrists. The soldiers had come back and tied her to a chair, all while telling her in detail what their leader would be doing to her because of the trouble she had caused. Jess kept her head high and acted like she couldn't hear them. She also didn't speak. It didn't matter. She had been tricked and used. Now she and her child would pay the consequences.
When they left her alone she whispered to her child. "I'm sorry... this is my fault... I'm so sorry my angel..."
The door opened and Jess closed her eyes against the light. She didn't open them again until a light was turned on.
Seeing him again this close... it took everything in her not she start hyperventilating. When he started listing her crimes she tried to defend herself but he interrupted her.
"But he was... I didn't mean... I was about to pass out and the doctor wanted to make sure the baby-" she gasped as she head jerked to the side from the slap. Her cheek turned bright red as tears gathered. "Don't-!" she started to cry when he nearly touched her.
When he started to leave she couldn't take it anymore. What made a difference what happened to her now? He wouldn't kill her. He was going to barter her off to who she was certain was Tyler.
"He said something bad was going to happen to me!" she exclaimed. "He said he'd get me out! Then he left me behind! He just used me to get away himself! He used me, then left me! Just like you did!"
When he paused she moved her head to try and toss her hair out of her face. "You don't even remember me do you?! How you used me and hurt me then left me behind! You don't even care!" she accused. "You are going to barter off your own child to a man who is the devil! You don't even give a damn!" she fairly screamed. "I'm carrying your child you hateful, horrible, evil man! Your son will be raised as a murdering thief! Your daughter will be farmed like livestock! And me... I'll be abused until I die of it. How can you not even care?" she asked, her anger giving way to sadness and despair. She began to cry. "Please tell me you feel something for your own child."
She didn't know what hurt more, that he didn't remember something that devastated her or that her poor child would be in the hands of the devil himself.
"It is yours," she said, her voice low and shaking. "I didn't do anything with any other man after you. Please, I begged you once and I am begging you again : trade me away if you want, but wait until my baby... our baby... is born and keep it out of Tyler's hands. The thought of him even touching it..." she trailed off and bent as far as she could, trying to curl protectively around her stomach. "You can't let him have our child... please... please..."
.... oh you did change the name...
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