Xandrya

Soviet Amerika - Red Dawn-Inspired Alternate History

The moment she was spotted, the situation grew a bit more intense. She noticed another individual staying behind to cover the man with the rifle as he came around to conduct a personal search, making sure Jane wasn't carrying any weapons which she might be able to use against them. But despite the predictable safety precautions, the American didn't have to be so rough with her. Jane winced when he pushed on her abdomen, but she did not complain any further. It would not get her anywhere, and they might just leave her behind. That was a chance she was not willing to take.

When he proceeded to finally ask her a few questions, Jane stuttered momentarily. In all honesty, she would love some morphine, but then she would turn into a burden. Better grit her teeth through the pain than have them all killed.

Only a few moments had passed before his question was answered for her. Gunfire erupted from the distance, causing the rifleman to react accordingly as the three of them began to quickly move, the pain getting to Jane once more. They were making their way when a tree trunk erupted near them, the American stumbling to the ground as a result. The blood just poured out from his head, and it sure as hell didn't look good. Even Jane forgot about her own pain for just a split second, wondering what she should do as the poor man became a bit overwhelmed by it all. For a short moment, she was at a loss for words, but then she finally rushed to his side.

"Let me get that from you!" Jane took the gauze off his hand, grabbing the man's chin with a firm grip to wipe the blood off his eyes. She followed the remaining trail of blood before she pressed on his wound to slow the bleeding. "I need something to hold this in place," she called out to the other man.

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The deafening alarm startled Yvonne back to consciousness. She quickly sat up, her heart just about to burst from her chest. The young woman was in such terrible shock, that at first she didn't quite register the voice talking through the loudspeaker. But it slowly came back to her, all of it. She was leaving work, heading down to her car, but she never made it. She was dragged into a van and taken goodness knows where.

"What the hell is this place?" she said in a low voice, mostly to herself.

Yvonne got to her feet, slowly looking around the room and staring at some of the other people that were in there with her. They had the same confused look on their face, and something told her they were finding themselves in the same predicament as her. But why? Why were they there? And where were they, to be exact? Yvonne then spotted a camera in one corner of the room. It appears that her captors were recording all of them, and she figured they too were taken from somewhere, possibly their jobs, school, or their very own home. Was it a random kidnapping then? But if so, why take the risk in an open space like they did with her?

Different thoughts plagued Yvonne's mind all at once. She took a moment to compose herself. Since the voice had spoken to them, she'd just have to wait to hear what else they would say since all of them were already awake.

Conviction: A Death Game For Inmates

Prisoner 6663 was terribly curious as to why the room was so big, but she wasn't foolish enough to find out just yet. It was rather dark in that space, and without a light source to help her out, she might as well drop dead right there and then. Stepping back out, Prisoner 6663 closed the door behind her and walked around the shower room some more, looking for another way out. She passed the corpse on the floor again, fully ignoring it this time around. Part of her wondered whether she should consider herself to be a fortunate one or on the other hand, worry about not having come across anyone else just yet.

XCOM: The Black Winter

Gunfire, shouting, chaos...a scene all too familiar for Carlotta throughout the years. She simply watched as David kept dropping bodies with each pull of the trigger, but that didn't mean she was only an spectator for she had her sidearm drawn and at the ready to assist if the situation called for it. Although given their advantage of being on the offensive, they didn't need to worry.

"Room's clear."

Carlotta pressed forward with haste, holstering her pistol before reaching for some wire cutters. She made her way to one of the first terminals, taking a moment to look over the diagram attached on one side.

"Hmm..."

A few moments passed, and she went on to the adjacent terminal. Knocking the latched door open with a quick, hard hit of her elbow, Carlotta followed one of the cables from the cluster with her finger from top to bottom, seeing where it ended up. She brought the wire cutters up to the cable, as carefully and gently as a technician about to defuse a bomb, and she cut the cable right at the center. But instead of the power going off, a red overhead red light began to blink. Carlotta then scrambled, her adrenaline kicking in as she followed the same steps with the adjacent cable. This time though, she was successful. Luckily, whatever alarm she had triggered was silent. "That was close," she said, putting away her wire cutters and walking towards David.

1x1x1 (MxFxF) Cyberpunk and Slice Of Life

@Dynamo Frokane

I knew it!

But I'll go with the Smuggler. The AI reminds me of Lindsay Lohan lol

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Yvonne

•Character Full Name: Yvonne Marie Johnson

•Gender: Female

•Age: 24

•Height: 5’6

•Weight: 120

•Physical Appearance:

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•Hometown: Newark, New Jersey

•Personality Description: Yvonne is the curious type. She enjoys engaging in some investigative work and the harder the challenge, the higher the satisfaction whenever she gets what she wants. She is a kind spirit with her own beliefs, but sometimes she may step out of line and will be reminded to behave otherwise. Somewhat gullible, Yvonne believes the world to be better than it actually is. She can't help but give out a little bit of money whenever she passes by a homeless person, and she's a firm believer of karma.

•Profession/Career: Junior Writer

•Biography: Yvonne was born and raised in a relatively healthy household. Her mother is Puerto Rican and a Spanish teacher, and her father, Maurice Johnson, is a supervisor within a construction company. Growing up, Yvonne did well in school. She was somewhat social, but she stuck with the same group of friends throughout the years. Being an only child, Yvonne was somewhat spoiled, but her parents did a good job of preventing her from becoming too dependent on them. When she was 16, she got first job at a publishing firm. It was a part-time position with okay pay, but it was then she discovered what she wanted to do for the rest of her life.

Eventually, Yvonne graduated from the NYU's Department of Media, Culture, and Communications. She went on to remain working for the same newspaper she had interned at while in school, and her parents couldn't be prouder. While working there, Yvonne met a guy, Max, whom she has been dating on and off for nearly a year. Their relationship is complicated to say the least, and they go without talking to each other for weeks at a time as both of them tend to have the same headstrong attitude towards each other.

Just recently, Yvonne had booked a ticket to go down to New Orleans for a few days over the weekend and meet some friends from high school. She had decided to go alone since she needed to clear her head, but unfortunately, that was a big mistake.

•Likes:

• Animals
• Hispanic food
• International travel
• Suspense movies
• Reading
• Dancing

•Dislikes:

• Being around smokers
• Unbearably loud music
• Long lines
• Hot weather
• Bad drivers

•Strengths:

• A problem-solver
• Good listener
• Smart

•Weaknesses:

• Hates criticism
• Impatient
• A bit bossy at times in group settings

•How Were You Captured?: Yvonne stayed late at worked Friday evening. When she was ready to go, she headed towards her car parked in the nearly empty lot below the building. A plain van screeched its tires as it turned the corner and sped to her location. Yvonne thought it was just another crazy driver, but before she knew what to do with herself, the side door opened and a man jumped out and grabbed her. Despite Yvonne's attempts to escape his grasp, she was pulled into the van with a damp cloth pressed over her mouth. She then began to lose consciousness as she felt her hands being forced behind her back.

1x1x1 (MxFxF) Cyberpunk and Slice Of Life

@Dynamo Frokane

I just realized there's more than one story... I like the first one but it looks full :/

1x1x1 (MxFxF) Cyberpunk and Slice Of Life

I like it. I'll read more into it on my lunch break in about 30 mins.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

I think I may sit this one out. I don't want to make another short post and aside from briefly reacting to Judah's arrival, there's not much for Genevieve to say/do.

Soviet Amerika - Red Dawn-Inspired Alternate History

She awoke with a startle, her heart pounding loudly in her ears as she looked around, finding nothing but darkness and the occasional eerie howling of the wind coming from the open window which she was able to make out after some time. She was still indoors, more than likely in the same cabin from the looks of it. And the space was comfortable, maybe that's why she'd been left there for now. Or maybe she had been abandoned... A terrible thought, but she was wounded, and she knew she would slow down the others. The needs of one don't compare to the needs of the team... That was the mentality from the start, one that she not only agreed with, but accepted. The mattress beneath her was somewhat stiff, making her back and as well as her legs sore and achy. Jane tried to move but the dull pain that she was ignoring suddenly intensified, and even though she stopped to catch her breath, she eventually pushed forward, rolling on her side to get to her feet. She bit her bottom lip, making small grunting noises as she struggled with her own body and used the closest wall for support.

Once she could stand, Jane limped to the window. The air was cool, the chirping of the crickets filling the still night. But there was another sound, something very near. It didn't take very long to decipher what she was hearing, and it eventually became clear. Gunfire and explosions. She didn't move, not at first anyway. Instead, Jane weighed her options. She could stay there, and possibly be killed by the Russians whenever they discovered her, or she could move, and maybe by some miracle, find others to help her survive.

"I suppose that'd be better," she groaned, talking to herself. Jane pulled her jacket tighter around her body, her arms crossed as to provide some sense of security. She realized that all the ruckus was coming from the opposite end of the structure, and she warily made her way to the other side. Jane then watched from another window, now much closer to the action. But once she was able to listen more closely, she was able to make out some of the chatter. It was English, and not the broken type spoken with an accent. Almost instantly, Jane decided she would slowly make her way across the street. That certainly beat remaining a sitting duck.

Once she'd crossed, she could make the silhouette of a person. Jane took a few more quiet steps, and she realized they were aiming their rifle down at her. Her heart caught in her throat. If she walked off, she could very well be shot.

"I'm not armed," she said in a serious tone, putting up one trembling hand as the other shielded her wound, "I'm just injured."