Xandrya

Cyaиide Suиs

Cyaиide Suиs

Hm, I'll have Amy start in some factory after dropping off a delivery. There was a misunderstanding between the two parties and she'll get blamed for it (poor thing). Anyone's welcomed to be around for that mess.

No Turning Back - Into the Abyss

“Ah, you’re awake.”

Melanie looked to her right to see a middle-aged man dressed in white standing by the wall.

“How long have I been here?” she asked with a weak voice, very well remembering the incident that had occurred earlier.

“Only a few hours, Dr. Larson. We ran some tests during that time and it looks like you’re in the clear from long-term or permanent damages.” He turned to one of the screens next to him to key in some information. “You’re also up for discharge as soon as you have the strength to—“

“Will that take long?”

“Not at all. It varies by person, but the average is 1 to 2 hours. The medications we’ve given you just need to run their course.” He gave her a smile after looking at his watch. “Is there anything else you need Dr. Larson?”

“May I have some water, please?”

“Of course. Someone will be here with that in a minute.”

Melanie watched as the man left the room. Her neck was still tender, and her body felt like weighed a thousand pounds from whatever chemicals they’d pumped into her, but nonetheless, she was eager to get back on her feet again. Even though this whole mess had been an accident, Melanie wanted to have a few words with TreVayne regarding his trigger-happy guard. Maybe protocol called for weapon usage in such small confines which were additionally occupied by innocent bystanders, but if it didn’t, then at the very least, the guard would have to be verbally reprimanded. Melanie looked up again when she saw someone enter the room.

“Here’s your water, Dr. Larson,” a young woman placed the glass of water on a bedside table barely big enough to hold a couple of books.

“Thanks.”

The woman turned around without saying another word. Before she was gone, though, Melanie realized she could get a head start on some of her work.

“Excuse me, ma’am? My apologies for bothering you again, but would you be kind enough to bring me my belongings? There are some things I’d like to take care of.”

“Right away, Dr. Larson.”

The young woman left without hesitation, but she returned just as quickly with Melanie’s bag. After Melanie thanked her, she was left alone with some much desired privacy. She decided it was time to send the message to TreVayne regarding everything that had happened earlier.

Chief TreVayne,
I hope all is well. Please note that the preliminary assessment on Ms. Chizuru Yama-uchi was completed and will very shortly be added to case file #11-A2. I would like to have a meeting with yourself and Admiral Locke to discuss whether we move forward with the candidate as well as what options are at our disposal should she be denied for your department.

On another note, I would like to have a 1-on-1 with you regarding one of your guards. It’s in reference to the incident that occurred earlier today. Please don’t hesitate to contact me at your earliest to arrange the meeting times.

All the best,

Dr. M. Larson

After Melanie sent the message, she closed her eyes for a moment. The fact that she'd been awake for about 10 minutes didn't seem to matter as she still felt extremely drowsy. But maybe all she needed was just to rest a little bit more...

Cyaиide Suиs

When do we start? I missed the memo.

Cyaиide Suиs

Amelia

Amelia Martínez-García

• 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬(𝐞𝐬):
  
  
  
  • Amy
  • "The Messenger"
  • Marty
• 𝐀𝐠𝐞:
  
  
  
  • 25
• 𝐒𝐞𝐱:
  
  
  
  • Female
• 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:
  
  
  
  • Serious, for the most part, but that’s primarily attributed to the events that have transpired in her life as of late. She can just as easily become the social butterfly around a group of individuals if the mood fits. Amelia has somewhat of a short temper when things don’t go as planned, although she’s been working on her attitude as picking a fight with the wrong person can get one seriously injured or killed.
    
    Amelia doesn’t necessarily have a preference whether she’s alone or with a group of people. She realizes that there are advantages and disadvantages to both. Her best attribute is her ability to keep a secret. People can always trust her with their information unless it’s putting someone else at risk, then she will tell whomever necessary.
• 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲:
  
  
  
  • Born and raised in Cuba to a surgeon and pediatrician, Amelia never had to worry much about a decent upbringing. She started learning English while in Kindergarten, and a few years later she had nearly perfected the language. When she turned 12, her parents moved the family to Spain to start over, so to speak. They were met there by a cousin who helped them out until they were able to settle down.
    
    Amelia continued studying English while living in Spain. She loved the language and ultimately, she planned on becoming a writer or maybe a university professor down the line. On occasion, her parents traveled throughout Europe for work, leaving the girl alone at home during her teenage years. She never minded the privacy, but would periodically get herself in trouble and would later be reprimanded by her parents upon their return.
    
    Because her parents’ last trip was to Germany, they obviously never made it back. It took nearly half a year since Amelia last heard from them before she initiated her search. Shortly after her arrival, she heard the unfortunate news of their passing. This nearly made the young woman grab a gun and pull the trigger on herself, but she realized that’s the last thing her parents would have wanted for her so instead, she stuck around to be near them “in spirit”. Amelia would visit her parents’ grave on a daily basis, but as time passed, she visited every other day, concentrating more on her role as messenger.
    
    Currently, Amelia keeps herself busy delivering messages and certain contraband in exchange for money.
• 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬:
  
  
  
  • Glock 17
  • Folding knife
  • Brass knuckles

Cyaиide Suиs

@pugbutter many thanks!

The Change - a modern horror (Rawk & Xandrya) - MATURE CONTENT (CLOSED)

_{Collab with @Rawk}

As Czigani gave her some of the background information she had at her disposal, Kelly couldn’t help but be in total disbelief over the news that was slowly being revealed to her. “Wait, let’s backtrack for a second...you said this guy worked in the White House and was part of the VP’s staff?” She stopped to think for a moment.

“Holy shit, I remember him!” Kelly immediately perked up, forcing Czigani to sit up in the tub. “His name was Jim White, he was the Council to the Vice President until he was fired for rambling on about various government conspiracies. This was...a few years ago?"

Kelly got up, walking back and forth within the bathroom like some scientist just on the verge of a breakthrough. "He was brought onboard shortly after my appointment because the previous guy--" Upon noticing Czigani's confused stare, Kelly scrambled to explain herself.

"I worked at the White House, assistant to the VP's Chief of Staff. Obviously I know more than the average American, but this...I didn't even hear the rumors."

“And maybe that's all they are then.” Czi shrugged, pooling water in her cupped hands and pouring it over her head. “Rumors. Or...” She grabbed the washcloth that was draped over the edge of the tub, and ran the bar of soap across it a few times. “Maybe this ‘Jim’ dude has some answers to whatever the fuck’s going on…” She started washing her arms and shoulders as she spoke. “Which reminds me. What happened to you? How did you become...what we are?” Her arm contorted enough to attempt to wash her back but she struggled with it nonetheless, gritting her teeth and then smirking. “Eh, do you mind helping me?”

Czigani pivoted her body in the water until her bare back was facing Kelly, and for the first time, the woman noticed a jet black raven tattoo, with it’s wings stretched from one shoulder blade to the other. In it’s beak, a long violin or fiddle [/i]bow[i] that laid verticle across the bird’s body. Several small scars also could be seen in various places, and carved into her skin along her spine, what appeared to be a series of small runic-looking symbols that started from the bottom of the raven tattoo and ended to about her waist line.

Kelly smiled bitterly. "That old story, huh?" She got comfortable, then grabbed the washcloth from Czigani to start washing her back.

"To put it simply, I was framed for a murder I didn't commit. My world turned upside down on a simple Friday evening as I was leaving work. I was on my way to the parking lot when someone, or rather, something, attacked me without warning. I remember human hands pulling me behind a tree, but the thing that bit my neck...it certainly wasn't human."

She stopped, admiring Czigani's tattoo for a moment before leaning closer to the woman to wash her arms, well aware of the fact that they were already clean.

"Maybe it was good ol' Jimmy White, or possibly somebody else who wanted me gone."

The girl sat quiet for a few moments, taking in what Kelly had said and wondering who the hell she really was? Had this woman been part of whatever is going on, or a victim of circumstance?...

“Well at least you know where it came from.” She finally said. “I couldn't even begin to tell you how it happened to me or why it only started happening within the last few days. I certainly don't remember being attacked by anything, and yet the only glimpse I've ever had of these werewolves were through nightmares going all the way back to when I was a kid.” She shook her head. “And those barely made sense…”

She turned her body around to face her friend once again. “So, I don't know if this guy ‘Jim White’ is some kind of key, but maybe it's a start. Zvikas said the last he heard, this guy was in Boston working somewhere in Chinatown.”

She smiled momentarily, trying to keep from laughing uncontrollably as tears began rolling down her cheeks. “In retrospect, this whole matter is completely mental and I have no fucking idea what to do at this point…”

“Hey, no, don’t cry…” Kelly pulled the woman into a hug in an attempt to comfort her. “Shh, it’ll be alright, I promise.” She herself wasn’t sure just how factual that statement was, but it would at the very least put Czigani somewhat at ease.

With the front of her shirt now soaking wet, Kelly pulled away to stare the woman in the eyes as a sign of truth and sincerity in her next statement.

“I’m just as scared too, you know? I may not show it much, but sometimes that’s how I deal with things.” She smiled, then took Czigani’s hand in her own. “You’re not alone in this, I promise you. We’ll find a way to get back at all of them for what they’ve done to us.”

The woman’s touch was comforting, and yet Czi couldn’t believe she had let herself sink so low as to come off as some helpless little girl, on the verge of crying like a baby in front of someone she didn’t even really know. That wasn’t her. However, she also allowed her emotions to stay bottled up for so long that eventually it would come crashing down like a twisted house of cards. But it wasn’t easy…the change, the hurt, the stress of not knowing how to control something you don’t understand. Nightmares made no sense to her, even as vivid as they may have been over the years, they didn’t seem to piece together the larger puzzles. Either way, Kelly was the only one she knew of who was like her, and who needed just as many questions answered.

“Zvikas probably knew more than he was telling me.” She said, splashing water on her face to wash away the remaining tears that had welled up around her eyes. “That much I could sense from him. In fact I called him on his bullshit more than enough times...” Her hand reached behind to grab the towel sitting up on the small shelf next to the tub, and patted her face dry. “But there was guilt in his words, like he was trying to make up for something. So I come to find out, this guy ‘Jim White’ never escaped the hospital, Doctor Zvikas let him go free because he believed Jim was rehabilitated, free from his afflictions. But then, Zvikas heard about the attack in DC, and another, and then several after that…”

Czigani pulled the plug on the drain and stood up in the bathtub, as she stepped over the edge of the tub and onto the cool tiled floor, creating a puddle of water that ran off of her naked body, and began drying herself off as she continued.

“Bottom line...we never escaped anything, he let us go, because he wants us to find this asshole. He knows we have the ability to sense another wolf like us, and he damn well knows you have every reason to go after him. However, the part that sucks is the only leads Zvikas could provide is ‘Underground Teahouse’ and some lady named ‘Senora Tatiana’. He said Jim spoke about those two quite often when he was at the hospital and apparently they’re located in Boston. So...I guess that’s where we start.”

Cyaиide Suиs

Amelia Martínez-García

• 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬(𝐞𝐬):
  
  
  
  • Amy
  • "The Messenger"
  • Marty
• 𝐀𝐠𝐞:
  
  
  
  • 25
• 𝐒𝐞𝐱:
  
  
  
  • Female
• 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:
  
  
  
  • Serious, for the most part, but that’s primarily attributed to the events that have transpired in her life as of late. She can just as easily become the social butterfly around a group of individuals if the mood fits. Amelia has somewhat of a short temper when things don’t go as planned, although she’s been working on her attitude as picking a fight with the wrong person can get one seriously injured or killed.
    
    Amelia doesn’t necessarily have a preference whether she’s alone or with a group of people. She realizes that there are advantages and disadvantages to both. Her best attribute is her ability to keep a secret. People can always trust her with their information unless it’s putting someone else at risk, then she will tell whomever necessary.
• 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲:
  
  
  
  • Born and raised in Cuba to a surgeon and pediatrician, Amelia never had to worry much about a decent upbringing. She started learning English while in Kindergarten, and a few years later she had nearly perfected the language. When she turned 12, her parents moved the family to Spain to start over, so to speak. They were met there by a cousin who helped them out until they were able to settle down.
    
    Amelia continued studying English while living in Spain. She loved the language and ultimately, she planned on becoming a writer or maybe a university professor down the line. On occasion, her parents traveled throughout Europe for work, leaving the girl alone at home during her teenage years. She never minded the privacy, but would periodically get herself in trouble and would later be reprimanded by her parents upon their return.
    
    Because her parents’ last trip was to Germany, they obviously never made it back. It took nearly half a year since Amelia last heard from them before she initiated her search. Shortly after her arrival, she heard the unfortunate news of their passing. This nearly made the young woman grab a gun and pull the trigger on herself, but she realized that’s the last thing her parents would have wanted for her so instead, she stuck around to be near them “in spirit”. Amelia would visit her parents’ grave on a daily basis, but as time passed, she visited every other day, concentrating more on her role as messenger.
    
    Currently, Amelia keeps herself busy delivering messages and certain contraband in exchange for money.
• 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬:
  
  
  
  • Glock 17
  • Folding knife
  • Brass knuckles

Cyaиide Suиs

I'll have my character in by tomorrow evening. Can't wait!

The Change - a modern horror (Rawk & Xandrya) - MATURE CONTENT (CLOSED)

I hate this time of the year, except for the weather... Anyway, we use the same link, right?

EDIT: Never mind, just saw.