posted!
I am so evil! *MUHAHAHA*
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yeah, so anyone wanna come to Alyce's rescue or shall I have her tossed outside the QZ to be found by someone?
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Alyce - BZ - danger all around
Alyce hit the side of the truck, letting the driver know he could drive off. She watched the truck until it was out of sight. The young woman stretched and moved her neck from side to side, feeling the cracks in the vertebrae. It had been a long day. Her hands and arms hurt from lifting heavy boxes and her head pounded from all of the yelling she'd had to endure.
But now it was time to make the trek home.
The last sector they delivered to was actually quite a ways from her apartment. Thankfully she knew a back way to go in order to avoid seeing too many people. She had learned her lesson from her co-worker's mistake.
The young man had been jumped while walking home. He had been stripped, beaten to a pulp and hung upside down overnight. There were rumors that it was the work of the Fireflies, but Alyce had her doubts. Everything the group did had a point to it. What had happened to that poor bastard hadn't had any point except violent revenge.
Alyce slipped through an alleyway and heard the sounds of street fighting. The illegal fights were a haven of gambling and drugs. Damn it! They had cut off her normal route home!
Taking off her ID pass and stuffing it into her pocket, Alyce prayed that her jumpsuit rolled down to her waist the way it was would not be recognized as a Resource Distributors uniform. Putting on a confident face, she strode out into the open street.
It wasn't that busy, with people taking their supplies and heading into their homes. Alyce had to take quite a detour but ended up nearly back where she needed to be. The last bit was the scariest. She had to pass through an area that was known to be frequented by smugglers. But usually if she kept her head down and stayed against the wall no one bothered to noti-
A rough hand suddenly reached out from the open doorway of a run down building and snagged her, dragging her into the building. Alyce's scream was cut off but a smelly hand over her mouth.
"Government lackey!" a voice snarled into her ear.
"Think you could sneak past us you worthless hoarding scum!" another snapped.
Alyce felt herself being lifted up and slammed down onto a table. A light over it illuminated several dirty looking men surrounding her.
"We gotta do worse this time around," one of them said, cracking his knuckles. "Show 'em we mean business." He slammed his fist into her stomach while another man stuffed a greasy cloth in her mouth and held her down. A knife appeared, glinting in the light.
"I say we cut off this pretty hair, make her look like a shaved dog."
"I say we do some surgery on that face, make it not so pretty."
"And maybe without a few fingers she won't be able to steal from us anymore."
Alyce thrashed and kicked, trying to spit out the nasty cloth.
"And then, when we're finished with her," the biggest one said, running the point of the knife down her cheek to her throat. "We string her up outside the quarantine zone. Let the infected find her."
Alyce screamed as a blow to her face left her with what would be a black eye, while a strong hand grasped her fingers and jerked one out of it's socket.
Her screams of agony sounded like some kind of animal. For the first time in her life, she prayed for death as the knife pressed into the skin of her chest.
Alyce hit the side of the truck, letting the driver know he could drive off. She watched the truck until it was out of sight. The young woman stretched and moved her neck from side to side, feeling the cracks in the vertebrae. It had been a long day. Her hands and arms hurt from lifting heavy boxes and her head pounded from all of the yelling she'd had to endure.
But now it was time to make the trek home.
The last sector they delivered to was actually quite a ways from her apartment. Thankfully she knew a back way to go in order to avoid seeing too many people. She had learned her lesson from her co-worker's mistake.
The young man had been jumped while walking home. He had been stripped, beaten to a pulp and hung upside down overnight. There were rumors that it was the work of the Fireflies, but Alyce had her doubts. Everything the group did had a point to it. What had happened to that poor bastard hadn't had any point except violent revenge.
Alyce slipped through an alleyway and heard the sounds of street fighting. The illegal fights were a haven of gambling and drugs. Damn it! They had cut off her normal route home!
Taking off her ID pass and stuffing it into her pocket, Alyce prayed that her jumpsuit rolled down to her waist the way it was would not be recognized as a Resource Distributors uniform. Putting on a confident face, she strode out into the open street.
It wasn't that busy, with people taking their supplies and heading into their homes. Alyce had to take quite a detour but ended up nearly back where she needed to be. The last bit was the scariest. She had to pass through an area that was known to be frequented by smugglers. But usually if she kept her head down and stayed against the wall no one bothered to noti-
A rough hand suddenly reached out from the open doorway of a run down building and snagged her, dragging her into the building. Alyce's scream was cut off but a smelly hand over her mouth.
"Government lackey!" a voice snarled into her ear.
"Think you could sneak past us you worthless hoarding scum!" another snapped.
Alyce felt herself being lifted up and slammed down onto a table. A light over it illuminated several dirty looking men surrounding her.
"We gotta do worse this time around," one of them said, cracking his knuckles. "Show 'em we mean business." He slammed his fist into her stomach while another man stuffed a greasy cloth in her mouth and held her down. A knife appeared, glinting in the light.
"I say we cut off this pretty hair, make her look like a shaved dog."
"I say we do some surgery on that face, make it not so pretty."
"And maybe without a few fingers she won't be able to steal from us anymore."
Alyce thrashed and kicked, trying to spit out the nasty cloth.
"And then, when we're finished with her," the biggest one said, running the point of the knife down her cheek to her throat. "We string her up outside the quarantine zone. Let the infected find her."
Alyce screamed as a blow to her face left her with what would be a black eye, while a strong hand grasped her fingers and jerked one out of it's socket.
Her screams of agony sounded like some kind of animal. For the first time in her life, she prayed for death as the knife pressed into the skin of her chest.
Hmm... nothing really happening with Alyce...
MUST HAVE DRAMA!!
*goes to lair to plot*
MUST HAVE DRAMA!!
*goes to lair to plot*
Katie - Underground - Floyd
Katie stuck her chin out at the smelly man's guess of her age. "I'm not a baby! I'm seven!" she announced. "Daddy wanted me to stay in my room, but that's boring! So I went exploring..." she suddenly seemed to realize what her daddy would probably say once he found out what had happened. And with Harley hurt like he was there was no way her daddy wasn't going to find out.
Katie slapped a hand to her forehead. "Daddy's going to ground me forever," she moaned. "I don't want to stay in my room anymore," she added like she was being given a punishment, which to her it was.
Katie looked at the man up and down. "You are smelly," she stated, not being mean just stating fact like most children it. "And very dirty."
Even so she took him by the hand and started pulling him along. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up," she said like a little mother.
She led him to a washroom of sorts. They didn't have running water so all of their wash water had to be stored and conserved. Getting a bowl and a rag from one of the lower shelves, Katie filled the bowl from a barrel in the room and dipped the cloth in it.
"Come down here," she said, grabbing onto his shirt to pull him down to her level. Once he was down she started wiping off his face. He had black stuff all over his face and neck. "I've never seen you before, are you visiting too like the girl?" she asked. "Daddy said I couldn't meet her because she wasn't going to be here for long," she said in a sad voice. "There's no one for me to play with. I keep begging Daddy to let me go outside, but he won't. And I can't play with the grownups cuz they are loud and smelly and say bad words."
Her little face suddenly brightened. "Will you play with me?"
Katie stuck her chin out at the smelly man's guess of her age. "I'm not a baby! I'm seven!" she announced. "Daddy wanted me to stay in my room, but that's boring! So I went exploring..." she suddenly seemed to realize what her daddy would probably say once he found out what had happened. And with Harley hurt like he was there was no way her daddy wasn't going to find out.
Katie slapped a hand to her forehead. "Daddy's going to ground me forever," she moaned. "I don't want to stay in my room anymore," she added like she was being given a punishment, which to her it was.
Katie looked at the man up and down. "You are smelly," she stated, not being mean just stating fact like most children it. "And very dirty."
Even so she took him by the hand and started pulling him along. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up," she said like a little mother.
She led him to a washroom of sorts. They didn't have running water so all of their wash water had to be stored and conserved. Getting a bowl and a rag from one of the lower shelves, Katie filled the bowl from a barrel in the room and dipped the cloth in it.
"Come down here," she said, grabbing onto his shirt to pull him down to her level. Once he was down she started wiping off his face. He had black stuff all over his face and neck. "I've never seen you before, are you visiting too like the girl?" she asked. "Daddy said I couldn't meet her because she wasn't going to be here for long," she said in a sad voice. "There's no one for me to play with. I keep begging Daddy to let me go outside, but he won't. And I can't play with the grownups cuz they are loud and smelly and say bad words."
Her little face suddenly brightened. "Will you play with me?"
Andnot only does she look like Ellen Paige but they named her Ellie! Come on people!
I don't see anything wrong with your character cal, so you can go ahead and post as him.
I posted!!
oh and panda boo you're charrie is just too adorable! I might have to steal that pic for a charrie for myself in another rp :D
oh and panda boo you're charrie is just too adorable! I might have to steal that pic for a charrie for myself in another rp :D
Alyce - Inside QZ
The sun made her auburn hair shine brightly. The young woman had a pencil behind her ear and was calculating the numbers in the book in her hands.
She wore a pair of dark blue coveralls with the top half undone and tied at her waist, revealing the white tank top she wore underneath. An ID pass that was clipped to her waist read 'Alyce Carter - Level 2 Resource Manager'.
Her hair was done in a loose braid that hung over one shoulder. It was messy, but she hadn't had time to bother with fixing it. Too many people had shown up for supply distribution that day. There wasn't enough to go around.
Again.
The grumbling and complaining had started, as it always did. People cried out for more. More food, more clothing, more medicine, more booze... more, more, more.
But there was only a limited supply to go around. As a result, people got nasty, and when they got nasty they got violent.
"Selfish bastards!"
"Hoarders!"
"Scum!"
Such were the phrases being thrown at her. Alyce did her best to ignore them, to pretend they didn't affect her.
Which they did.
She hid her shaking hand as she glanced at the other resource distributers. "That's it for this sector," she said over the insults the crowd was yelling viciously at them. "Time to move on to the next one."
The complaining, and the threats, got louder as they packed up and moved out. Soldiers appeared and scattered the mob, but there was unrest in there eyes.
Alyce pressed her forehead against the window of the truck. Things couldn't keep going like this. If the supply runs got any smaller their lives would be in danger.
They passed into the next sector with an escort of soldiers who stayed nearby when they pulled up at the distribution site. There was already a large crowd gathered, waiting for the boxes to be unloaded. There was a grumble through the crowd when the truck opened and they saw what few boxes remained.
"How come you always deliver to us last?! There's never anything good left for us!" one man shouted.
Alyce shook her head. "This is how it is for everyone. Please remember to conserve what you can of the supplies you are given."
The sun made her auburn hair shine brightly. The young woman had a pencil behind her ear and was calculating the numbers in the book in her hands.
She wore a pair of dark blue coveralls with the top half undone and tied at her waist, revealing the white tank top she wore underneath. An ID pass that was clipped to her waist read 'Alyce Carter - Level 2 Resource Manager'.
Her hair was done in a loose braid that hung over one shoulder. It was messy, but she hadn't had time to bother with fixing it. Too many people had shown up for supply distribution that day. There wasn't enough to go around.
Again.
The grumbling and complaining had started, as it always did. People cried out for more. More food, more clothing, more medicine, more booze... more, more, more.
But there was only a limited supply to go around. As a result, people got nasty, and when they got nasty they got violent.
"Selfish bastards!"
"Hoarders!"
"Scum!"
Such were the phrases being thrown at her. Alyce did her best to ignore them, to pretend they didn't affect her.
Which they did.
She hid her shaking hand as she glanced at the other resource distributers. "That's it for this sector," she said over the insults the crowd was yelling viciously at them. "Time to move on to the next one."
The complaining, and the threats, got louder as they packed up and moved out. Soldiers appeared and scattered the mob, but there was unrest in there eyes.
Alyce pressed her forehead against the window of the truck. Things couldn't keep going like this. If the supply runs got any smaller their lives would be in danger.
They passed into the next sector with an escort of soldiers who stayed nearby when they pulled up at the distribution site. There was already a large crowd gathered, waiting for the boxes to be unloaded. There was a grumble through the crowd when the truck opened and they saw what few boxes remained.
"How come you always deliver to us last?! There's never anything good left for us!" one man shouted.
Alyce shook her head. "This is how it is for everyone. Please remember to conserve what you can of the supplies you are given."
PANDA BOO!!! You're aliiiiiiiiiiive!! *huggles*
Katie - Underground - Floyd & Bull
Katie's eyes grew huge in her head. She had seen the men fight before, but they had almost always been playing.
This was definitely not playing.
The stinky man attacked Harley, slamming his face into the wall. Katie screamed and started to cry, covering her eyes. But she still saw his face going into the concrete even with her eyes shut. It kept replaying in her mind.
Bull was there. She knew him. He was Lauren's sort-of-kind-of-should-be-might-as-well-be husband. He used to scare her because he was so big, but after she had seen him with Lauren she knew he was okay.
She felt a heavy hand on her shoulder and gasped when she realized it was the stinky man. After seeing him hurt Harley so quickly and so badly, she was a little scared of him. But Harley had been trying to hurt her, so really he had been helping her...
She was distracted when she realized she hadn't answered Bull's question. "H-he was s-stealing stuff from the r-room with the guns," she said, stuttering because of her tears. "He c-called me b-bad names! He s-said he was g-going to cut my n-nose off!" she exclaimed, the fear that he would actually do such a thing fresh in her mind.
"Where's my d-daddy?" she asked, crying earnestly now. "I w-want my daddy!"
But even as she cried her little hand clutched at the stinky man's sleeve. He had scared her, but not as much as Harley had. He had hurt Harley because Harley was going to hurt her. She looked up at him, her eyes watery and her lip quivering. "He's not r-really cut off my n-nose... right?" she asked, then looked at Bull. "Right?"
Jessalyn - outside of Haywood - The Trade
Jess took a deep breath and braced herself as the door of the van slid open. The first person she saw was Tyler and she felt the blood drain from her face. The man who had been calming her down grabbed her arm and jerked her from the van roughly. "Sorry," her murmured holding her arms so she couldn't run. Jess played her part, looking terrified.
Well actually she didn't have to act on that score. Tyler scared her to death, the way he was looking at her like a kid who had found a huge present under the Christmas tree.
She prayed the Haywood men knew what they were doing...
Katie's eyes grew huge in her head. She had seen the men fight before, but they had almost always been playing.
This was definitely not playing.
The stinky man attacked Harley, slamming his face into the wall. Katie screamed and started to cry, covering her eyes. But she still saw his face going into the concrete even with her eyes shut. It kept replaying in her mind.
Bull was there. She knew him. He was Lauren's sort-of-kind-of-should-be-might-as-well-be husband. He used to scare her because he was so big, but after she had seen him with Lauren she knew he was okay.
She felt a heavy hand on her shoulder and gasped when she realized it was the stinky man. After seeing him hurt Harley so quickly and so badly, she was a little scared of him. But Harley had been trying to hurt her, so really he had been helping her...
She was distracted when she realized she hadn't answered Bull's question. "H-he was s-stealing stuff from the r-room with the guns," she said, stuttering because of her tears. "He c-called me b-bad names! He s-said he was g-going to cut my n-nose off!" she exclaimed, the fear that he would actually do such a thing fresh in her mind.
"Where's my d-daddy?" she asked, crying earnestly now. "I w-want my daddy!"
But even as she cried her little hand clutched at the stinky man's sleeve. He had scared her, but not as much as Harley had. He had hurt Harley because Harley was going to hurt her. She looked up at him, her eyes watery and her lip quivering. "He's not r-really cut off my n-nose... right?" she asked, then looked at Bull. "Right?"
Jessalyn - outside of Haywood - The Trade
Jess took a deep breath and braced herself as the door of the van slid open. The first person she saw was Tyler and she felt the blood drain from her face. The man who had been calming her down grabbed her arm and jerked her from the van roughly. "Sorry," her murmured holding her arms so she couldn't run. Jess played her part, looking terrified.
Well actually she didn't have to act on that score. Tyler scared her to death, the way he was looking at her like a kid who had found a huge present under the Christmas tree.
She prayed the Haywood men knew what they were doing...
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