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A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment! Fight your way to freedom!

Alright everyone, let’s see if this sticks. I’ve had this idea in my head for a while and until recently I was able to make this into a 1 on 1 but my partner has mysteriously disappeared so I was thinking ‘why not turn this into a group rp?’ So here I am, and here are my thoughts…

Introduction and Set up

Your motive is first; survival. Second; escape.

Black. Pitch Black. Tani tried looking around her surroundings but not even the smallest glimmer of light nor reflection could be seen. Her body was currently on the floor with her wrists tied together behind her back and her ankles bound together as well. She rolled herself off of her back and onto her stomach where she tried to inch forward, but her forehead was immediately greeted with a cold, metal wall. She stretched out her feet a bit and they too met with another wall. She was trapped, and alone. She would have tried to scream if it hadn’t been for the collar restricted around her throat, allowing just enough air to pass through her lungs without passing out, but not enough to make any sounds. She wormed her body around until she was in an awkward sitting position, her back resting against the cool metal and closed her eyes. It had all happened so fast…

There was a sound of scraping metal and suddenly a stream of light entered the confined space, blinding Tani for a good while. She shut her eyes tightly to prevent any damage to her eyes and heard a couple pairs of footsteps clanging on the metal floor. Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed at her harshly, forcing her to her feet and then pushed her out towards the light. Tripping over her own feet, as they were still bound together, Tani collapsed out of the metal barge and out onto the soft terrain of her new destination. Dark brown mud caked to her blue face the moment she hit the ground as the entire area was soaking wet from the rain. It didn’t take long at all for her to get soaked as well, as the droplets were big and coming down hard. Another guard pulled her back to her feet, holding her forcibly by the neck around the metal collar still locked tightly around her neck and his second hand grasping a rod of some sort into her back. A second guard stooped over to unlock the metal bands that held her ankles together, and with a quick push of a button from the first guard, the end of the rod pressed into her back ignited into a high-intensity array of electricity. Tani tried to cry out in pain as the electrical shock coursed through her body, rendering her numb for a few moments but the guard pushed her forward, forcing her to walk.

She could feel people staring at her, and she knew exactly why. She kept her head down though, avoiding any eye contact with anyone save she might happen upon a certain race that had a personal vendetta against hers. She had been briefed on where it was she was going right before she lost consciousness in the barge, and therefore she knew why she was there. The rain did a steady job of smearing the mud off of her face and chest, though it only made her look messier. Still though, she continued to walk where she was directed; she’d do anything just to not have the guard press that button again.

A few minutes later, the guard had stopped which in turn caused Tani to stop. At first it was because she had thought that they had arrived at wherever it is that they were going, but when Tani looked up she had spotted what looked like a small girl, no older than eight. She was cowering in front of two of the guards, who apprehended her with force and started to strike her. Tani didn’t know what the girl did to deserve such treatment, and frankly she didn’t care. The larger portion of empathy in her heart tugged at her conscious and she could no longer just stand around and watch as the other races in the immediate area did; though some didn’t even do that, walking on by as if nothing were happening.

With the sound of what sounded like a hiss coming from her throat, Tani wrenched herself free from the guard and ran towards the guards with the little girl. Upon getting closer she noticed that the girl was of the Arian race. Light green skin, thick antennae, and known throughout the universe for their exceptional farming skills, a race that her own race was friendly with before their supposed extinction. Tani didn’t stop though, as the guard rose his hand to strike the girl once again, Tani rammed herself into his side, Earth football style and the two crashed into the mud. Her own guards had quickly caught up with her and pulled her back up to her feet. The guard whom she had knocked over stood up, wiped the mud from his uniform, pulled out what looked like a gun from his holster and point-blank shot the little girl through the head. Tani tried to scream in anger, though it was rendered useless and in fact made her feel very light-headed. She was then forced to what looked like a metal pole in the middle of the area and was quickly bound to it, her chest pressing against the pole and her back exposed. The guards exchanged orders to one another until one finally stepped forward with a leather whip with electricity sparking from it. The guard pulled back his arm, and began his assailing attack on the Rhevarian; the rarest race in existence.

Notable Species

The Ebolorians

A race of aliens that have been running an intergalactic entertainment show for nigh on centuries where species from all over the universe are locked in a variety of contests and battles. The species are very large, powerful, and extremely witty. Their numbers are vast and they are the sole masters of the universe and you.

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The Rhevarians

The Rhevarians are an exceptionally rare race thought to have been eliminated many centuries ago. The only proof of their current existence is a single Rhevarian recently captured by the Ebolorians. History tells us the race of Rhevarians lived on a cold climate planet of ice, living underground in vast colonies and thrived as scholars, being the first race to make contact with other 'alien' races. As the Rhevarians are smart, their combat skills are severely lacking. For protection on their planet, they always relied on their devices or technology to do the fighting for them. They have no powers and are very awkward with weapons.

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Humans

Humans are another incredibly rare sight; at least, pure humans are. Considered one of the weakest races in the galaxy as far as mind and body go, the humans were disregarded as ‘trash’ though they seemed to be good at one thing…breeding. The female human was able to carry the child of almost any race, therefore bringing in a slew of entirely new alien races of Humanoids. There have been a handful of pure humans enslaved on the Home planet, though they never usually last very long.

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Humanoids

Humanoids vary from a being having six arms and twelve eyes to a being that looks like a regular human, but has other alien-like qualities. Humanoids are considered the new ‘trash’ of the galaxy as they are not pure blooded in their own race and have pure human blood in there somewhere. Humanoids are the most common of the alien species however, which is why it is rumored that the arena was built to help eliminate the inferior races.

*note, there are other alien races out there, you may use whatever you would like (if your CS is approved of course. We still want everything to fit well together)

The World

The Ebolorians use a former moon they hollowed out as a sort of a base for their mother ship that is simply called ‘Home Planet’ or ‘Home.’ The inside of the moon is home to thousands of biomes they can manipulate which they use as the arena to house their shows. In the very center a structure was made to hold the prisoners along with a center molten core that is controlled and used as an infinite power source.

There has been no up rise against the Ebolorian race, as the aliens have been able to continue to capture other aliens throughout the universe through government takeovers, taking prisoners of war or even simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Some species however pay them off to broadcast this show to them which they get a lot of support from and in turn don’t get enslaved themselves, so the demand for entertainment seems to be in a higher regard than the freedom of the alien races.

Living Accommodations and Status

Although its considered illegal, murders of other players do occur and quite often outside the arena, sometimes people would get off easy with being jumped and only temporarily injured or possibly maimed. There is a surgical staff that will attend to those injured outside of the arena, though only half make it through surgery without an infection of some sort.

The lowest ranked are placed in cages and kept in a place known as the 'Underground' which is nothing more than a sewage system with cages of different sizes and shapes lining the ceiling and walls. More often than not a prisoner or two will manage to escape and break into the surface, although frowned upon this actually isn't illegal and underhanded tactics such as this to increase one's rank is encouraged. The overall goal of this city is to work from the Underground to the slums, building your rank and fame within the arena until you aspire to Class S which only has 3 spots. At this point you are able to contest one of the former S class for their spot or challenge all three for a chance at freedom.

Depending on how many fans you had scores your overall level, level and class are vastly different. Level places your approval rating within the audience which can help sway your Class or give you slight benefits during contests while Class is the rank in which the Order recognizes you at. Both can be improved by doing things the audience may remember such as brutal killings, tactical moves or something else that you can use to stand out. Some inmates choose to be very flashy, coming up with titles and fake stories for their characters while others simply view this as a living hell they're forced to live. After each match, the surviving contestants are put to sleep with a noxious gas before being collected and placed into the medical bay where expert technicians will help recover all they can and make sure the vitals are still strong. Contestants viewed as too weak to survive are placed back in the arena in a display of sacrifice, either to some unknown deity or simply for show.

Class C - Standard Prisoners, used to fill bulk in some competitions or simply placed as easy and more longer term matches particularly placed around gruesome deaths and savage-like weapons (ie. pieces of trash as bludgeoning weapons, rusted blades, throwing/sling based ranged technology. Most combatants are encouraged to use their hands. Most range between Level 100-85 with the lowest being a record level 79 who seems to choose living in the Underground claiming 'Down here they don't realize I exist.'

Class B - Slightly elevated, Prisoners here tend to live in either the Slums or a middle district. Some here aspire to become stars and this is the level which separates the men from the boys. More often than not the prisoners will be placed against unfair odds, this level holds the highest mortality rate simply because of the vast amounts of prisoners that attain this rank only to be put to death early on. Those from this level can range from 90 down to 45.

Class A - The 'Pro' level of competitions. These warriors are seen as something between stars and heroes, each have their own personalities and specialties which the Order takes into consideration when picking those of this level. Often those in Class A will be assigned team leader positions on large scale competitions or are regularly subject to brutal situations which focus more on the mental and physical stamina aspect of living instead of pure brutal combat. Unlike the former Classes, one must be at least level 25 to attain Class A.

Class S - The premium level of competition. Although they hold a special place in the eyes of the Order these figures are often kept as quiet as possible to keep a level of mysteriousness about them and to give them the element of surprise against anyone daring to challenge them. Those who've existed in the Prison for so long say this whole system is corrupt, the Class S are severely overpowered and mutated version of long forgotten inmates. Unlike other inmates the Class S hold their own Levels they share with no one which are 1 ,2 and 3 respectively.

Other Ideas

Before the competition there could be a wall or chest of just gear and you're allowed to pick 1-3 things and move on. Maybe as rewards for winning you get an extra item or first pick, maybe you get to pick your team or influence who you want on your team

The Games can range from one on one to the death battles, to team group battles of a hundred each that play a brutal game of ‘capture the flag.’

I also like the idea of there being loot in the arenas. Possibly some kind of pod that holds a single item or piece of an item, ammunition or something like that? Maybe the more the Order likes you or dislikes you, they could control what items you get?

I totally think that the supernatural should be implemented, because of course there are vast different races and species of prisoners out there, so to that I say the possibilities are endless. Personally I may give my character a secret or hidden ability that she discovers while being there, but I'm not quite sure yet.

There could be a 'police force' of guards/enforcers for the Prison that could snatch women off the street for the prince or simply for themselves, others may just enjoy publicly humiliating or beating the prisoners.

CS

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A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment! Fight your way to freedom!

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Cassandra Sandsmark

Name:
Cassandra Sandsmark

Alias:
Wonder Girl

Role:
Titan (16 years old)

Brief Bio
Cassandra was born in the late winter months of the year 2000 to Dr. Helena Sandsmark and for the longest time, Cassie had no idea who her father was. Dr. Sandsmark was a very high-regarded archeologist and as Cassie took to growing up, she took an interest in her mothers work and eventually started going on some of her mother’s excavations. Upon uncovering some ancient artifacts, Cassie was given her superpowers and not long after that was it revealed when Zeus himself told her that he was her father. It wasn’t until Cassandra tried to help defend her city with these new powers against a Doomsday clone that she created a costume and used her magical accoutrements (the sandals of Hermes and the gauntlet of Atlas) to help Wonder Woman, much to her mother's horror. Cassandra later had the opportunity to ask Zeus for a favor and requested real superpowers. Zeus granted her request, but gave Dr. Sandsmark the ability to deactivate them with the simple touch of her hand upon Cassie. Dr. Sandsmark, however, reluctantly accepted her daughter's wish to be a superhero and rarely if ever uses this ability.

Cassie heavily idolizes Donna Troy, the original Wonder Girl, and to that effect wears a black wig over her natural blonde hair (it also helps to conceal her identity). Donna gave Cassie the second costume she wore as Wonder Girl, but Cassie is afraid to wear it lest it were ruined. She has been trained by Artemis, the former "stand-in" Wonder Woman.

Now, at the age of 16, she has joined the Teen Titans, effectively joining to remain close to Superboy whom she had met on a few missions prior, that crush still hasn’t gone away.

Abilities
Cassandra has the rare ability of flight and with it, has an incredible amount of speed. This speed also comes around when she is running, but it stems from the same talent that is related to flight, therefore it only appears as though she is running. Along with this, Cassandra has a superior amount of strength, not quite matching that of Superboy or Superman, but pretty close.

Cassandra was also gifted a magic lasso by Zeus, her father, that holds his own power of electricity that she is able to use when she is angry, but her talent alone in learning how to use the lasso is more than often helpful, and usually only accesses the electricity by accident.

Personality
Cassandra is sweet, kind-hearted individual who constantly sees the best in others despite their flaws, but after a few times of being proven wrong with a great handful of different villains she has come across over the years she knows now that not everyone can be as fair and trusting as she can be. Despite this, however, Cassandra still listens to her heart, being led by her love and devotion no matter how bleak a situation might look. She is the greatest friend you will ever have, and the worst enemy you will ever make because once you have proven to Cassandra that you can not be trusted, she will not got back on her decision to do what is right by her and bring about the right way of justice. She has a very strong-will, looked up to by her fellow team mates but when she is just able to relax and be Cassandra Sandsmark, the social butterfly comes out in her as well as her spunky personality.

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Roanna Sanne

Name: Roanna Sirus Sanne

Age: 16

Nicknames: Ro, Bones

Alias: Necia

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Abilities:

Pyrokinesis:
Roanna has the ability to speed up the naturally occurring vibrations of atoms in matter to alter temperature, more often to the point of ignition. At low levels, she can light a single candle with such a delicate flame and simply make it dance around as if the wind were blowing. At a higher level, Roanna could potentially put out flames or even condense and form a large amount of fire into what looks like a solid object like a flying phoenix or a very large hammer and guide it to her will. In high areas of stress, Roanna will simply just explode, sending out a rippling effect of fire with her being the center, obliterating anything within a mile radius (at most).

The only drawback to this particular power is that she has to be able to feel those particular atoms in order to combust them into fire, which means she must use her hands to feel the air around her. If her hands are injured or in a situation where she isn’t able to use them properly, this ability renders completely useless. With enough focus, her mind and touch receptors are able to work together so that she could potentially ‘feel’ the atoms of an area up to three blocks away, though the farther away the atoms, the lower the intensity of heat. Because of this ability, Roanna’s temperature naturally runs hot, her average temperature being about 102 degrees Fahrenheit. Warm weather, as you can imagine doesn’t bother Roanna in the slightest, if anything it just makes this power stronger. However, exposed to cold weather she will get very sick very fast and will be unable to produce any fire to keep herself warm after a while.

Heat/Energy Shield:
Under high amounts of stress, Roanna’s body seems to react instinctively and goes into survival mode, coating her body in an invisible layer of one of two substances. Though she hasn’t learned to control either of them yet, both render to be very effective shields. The first kind of shield is made out of pure, raw heat. Much like the heat that encircles the sun, if any small flying debris were to fly at Roanna, it would be dust before it even reached her. Larger objects of course are much slower to decay as they don’t reach the heat of the shield until about a foot away, but even with larger object impact this shield substantially reduces the blow. This does not, however, protect her from falling from high places as the most it could do is burn the grass below her or slightly melt the asphalt and so on.

The second type of shield her body is able to produce is that of pure energy. Small objects will practically just bounce off of her while larger objects (like the heat shield) won’t ever reach their maximum impact. When Roanna advances her skills, she will be able to feel the energy around someone (given that they are within 20 feet of her) and be able to put an energy shield on them for a short period of time. This however leaves her completely vulnerable as she cannot make two shields at once. If one were to fall while using this energy shield, the impact will be softened by 50%, so as a deadly fall will only cause a few broken bones and a fall that would normally break bones would just leave sore muscles and bruises. This is exceptionally useful when Roanna runs over the rooftops and misjudges a jump.

Gliding:
Farther down the road when Roanna has a better grasp on her abilities, she will be able to immensely heat up the area immediately surrounding her so much that it cannot only let her hover in the air a few inches, being able to move around the room, but also while jumping from high places, she will be able to ‘glide’ through the air and cover large amounts of distance so long as she can keep her balance throughout and her concentration on heating the air around her.

Energy Production/Boosts:
With more advanced training, and a couple mishaps now and then, Roanna is subject to short-term 'spurts' of energy that can help aid her in combat. Whether it's a quick boost to get a head start in running or enough concentration that she is able to short circuit an entire square blocks power. It also wouldn't be uncommon under very focused times when all of her fire abilities listed above 'upgrade' into a sort of electrical field...or even lightning.

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Bilingual:
Having been born in raised in Germany for fourteen years, Roanna is fluent in German. Now, having lived in the United States for two years, her English is almost spot-on but she still carries a thick German accent. Roanna has also spent a few hours here and there throughout her life in teaching herself Latin, never comfortable enough to speak it but enough to use certain words in her head, like her Alias.

Silver Tongue:
Roanna has the gift (if you want to call it that) to talk her way out of almost any situation. She can be very persuasive. Her manipulation can go anywhere from convincing a friend that she is fine to getting a complete stranger to believe she is someone she isn’t. Call it acting, but she is definitely convincing.

Book Smarts:
Roanna has always tested high-above-average in the academic system as her mind seems to be able to retain the knowledge she reads in a separate part of her brain that most people never use. As only a Junior in High school, she is already prepping for taking college classes next year.

Personality:
Roanna is an introvert, having never learned what it is to have someone close to her, in mind, spirit or in heart. Not even her own parents bothered to build a relationship with her, so the anti-social life is something Roanna adopted at a very early age and deems it 'normal.' Because of this, Roanna hasn't ever reached out to anyone if she ever needed help or even just to say hello which resulted in never making a friend and keeping everyone at a literal arms length. It is her lack of social skills that has also built trust issues, since she hasn't ever experienced what trust can hold; unable to even trust herself with most things. She has never felt a hug, let alone a loving embrace so along the lines of never having anyone close to her, Roanna has never known what it is to love or be loved.

Roanna does things on her own, but when put into a situation where she must work with others, she stands quietly by and follows whoever it is that has made themselves leader, even if she doesn't believe what they are doing is right. She is a natural-born follower, a pressing thought always in the back of her mind that she will somehow be punished if she doesn't do what someone says, despite what her heart tells her.

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Equipment:

Rebar upgrades to Metal Bo Staff

Biography:
Born the single child of Vincent and Rebecca Sanne in Lubek, Germany, Roanna spent the first three years of her life as any other child would, raised thoughtfully and lovingly by her two parents, however when she was old enough, Roanna was thrown into a sort of daycare/school service at three years old and from that point on spent most of her days under someone else’s care. As Roanna grew up, she began to realize more that it was because her father, Vincent, had very important work to do and was almost always gone and her mother, Rebbeca, had a small alcohol and pill popping problem. The family had moved a great number of times over the years, perhaps twice every year since Roanna was six years old so it was nearly impossible for her to make friends, which Roanna didn’t mind all that much. She spent most of her time reading and advancing her book smarts, which eventually brought about her junior year being placed into college level classes.

Around the time that Roanna was fourteen years old, her life stabilized somewhat as the constant moving slowed once they moved to America and for the first time Roanna felt like she and her family had been settled. Only a year later, however, Roanna and Rebecca came across her father’s body in the middle of their living room floor, shot four times through the chest and twice in the head. Rebecca said nothing to the police as to why Vincent had been murdered within his own home, but Roanna was willing to bet that it had something to do with his secret work that no one seemed to know about that brought in all this secret amount of cash that Roanna and Rebecca never seemed to see a dime of. The house was repossessed and Rebecca and Roanna were forced to the slums of the city where they were to share a studio apartment with one another. The first year was very awkward for the both of them, since Roanna hardly spoke more than five words a week to her mother, but eventually they found a sort of meeting ground and learned to tolerate one another.

Roanna spent very little time at the studio apartment, however. She was either at school, participating in some after-school activity, or out walking around the city for some exercise. It was during one of these midnight walks that Roanna stumbled upon her powers by accident. A group of muggers had her cornered in an old alley, and feeling threatened with a pistol at her back and knife at her throat, Roanna’s body seemed to emit some sort of unexplained power that knocked all four muggers onto their feet. Confused, scared and curious, Roanna took the advantage and ran from the alley, not stopping until she reached the edge of town. It was there that Roanna came across an old abandoned gymnasium in which she converted as a sort of ‘safe house’ for her to explore this new ability as well as hone her fighting skills with the old equipment used there. Now, one year later, Roanna has a very basic concept of her unique power and is known to be particularly deadly with a rebar when she patrols the slummed streets at night, helping those who are unable to help themselves against scum muggers just like she had come across that night one year ago.

Secret Backstory|Contains In-Game Spoilers

On a cold, rainy night in Germany, a prostitute gave birth to her child in the dark recesses of an alleyway. Without anyone to help her with the birth, it was a sure thing that both the baby and mother would lose their lives that night, but a man who had been keeping a close eye on the prostitute for a few short months now offered his help and with a standard box-cutter, slit her stomach open, cut away the baby and left the mother to bleed out in the streets while he wrapped the child up and took her for his own.

The child went without a name for the first three years of her life; kept in an underground warehouse basement where the man who had taken her, Vincent, kept a great number of young children of various ages, ranging from newborns to the oldest being six. Despite being a room full of children, the area was eerily quiet as not one of them made a peep. Caged, bound, and sedated, these children were merely collected for research; a much-needed upgrade from lab rats for Vincent's experiments. The child was experimented on often; injected with various chemical mixtures, force-fed pills of concentrated science and undergoing a series of torturous acts and abusive handling to get the child to react accordingly.

Finally, it happened. At the age of three, the child was the first ever under Vincent's experiments to show progress. While being sexually molested, the light bulb above them shattered by no explainable reason and with the screams and crying out of the child, the energy exerted from the light bulb suddenly caught fire. Despite the fire getting out of control with wicked force unnatural to that of a usual fire that burnt down the entire underground portion of the warehouse, incinerating each and every child within to mere ash, and despite risking his own life to get himself and the child out to safety, Vincent could not have been happier. He had created the first ever mutant by controlled science.

Excited to show off his work, Vincent took the three-year-old girl to the people he had been getting his funding from, knowing now that there was a break-through he could get more funding and continue his experiments. When Vincent showed off her capability, however, her powers went wild and killed two of the observers and severely burned three others during the presentation. Not pleased, the man in control of Vincent's funds, known only to Vincent as Big Daddy, ordered Vincent's experiments shut down and for the girl to be destroyed as she was too unpredictable. Outraged, Vincent promised to do so on his own time and left with the girl, but he did not destroy her. Instead, Vincent went through a long and complicated task of moving to the other side of Germany, adopting the girl and even gave her a name. Roanna.

For three more years Vincent experimented with Roanna, trying to help her control her powers but it was only getting worse. Then, when Roanna was six years old, Vincent lost a leg from one of her surges and decided that there had to be a better way. So putting the rest of his funding into some of the worlds best surgeons and scientists, Vincent had Roanna operated on, fastening a device onto her heart that would filter the extra energy going through her before her abilities could reach outside of her body. And it worked. Roanna's powers stopped, but Vincent knew they lay dormant inside. He just needed more funding to continue his research.

For two years Vincent made no progress with Roanna, feeling as though he was starting from square one again as he was reverting back to his old ways of trying to get her to show her powers again. Beatings, starvation, molestation... nothing was working anymore so Vincent gave it a rest for the next two years until she turned ten. By now, Roanna had quite the mind of her own and was proving to be quite the intellectual, so for the time being, Vincent allowed her to simply grow up while he continued his never-ending search for someone else to fund him.

Four years later, Vincent received a letter from Big Daddy that entailed his knowledge that Vincent did not do as he had said and claimed Roanna as his property since he was the one who funded the experiments. Fearful of losing his one big break, Vincent packed up their bags and moved them to America where he could buy some more time. However, This was not the case as Big Daddy had eyes everywhere, it seemed. They approached Vincent in his own home and put four bullets into his chest and two in his head, but waited to take the girl.

Even two years later Big Daddy's men are still watching, waiting for the perfect time to strike and take back what is rightfully theirs.

Other:
Roanna has had a recurring dream for as long as she can remember that sometimes subjects her body into bouts of night terrors which are almost impossible to wake her up from. She has never spoken a word about this dream to anyone, as she herself is unsure of what it means, but knows that there may be more behind it than just a dream.

The Mavericks: Valiant Heroics

“Okay, let’s go over this again…”

A loud groan resonated from the other side of the bedroom and a wad of socks flew over to the bed where Roanna had been laying down, hitting her softly on the chest.

“We’ve been at this all week! You’ve already talked to Caitlin, Justine, Haley, Shaymaa, Brandee and Jordan, none of them saw a thing. Hell Haley didn’t even go to the dance so strike me why you even talked to her about it.” Stephanie replied and continued to fold and put away her laundry.

“I know, but doesn’t it seem weird to you that no one saw anything? And yet the paper clearly states that there was more help involved than just me? I mean…someone had to have finished it, I was passed out in the locker room after I got shot, and I know for a fact that there were more masked guys in there.” Roanna said. Her back was leaned up against the head board, her wounded leg stretched out on the bed with her sweat pants rolled up to her knee for a chance for the burnt skin to heal. There had been little improvement on the wound over the last few days, the dead skin had flaked off and the somewhat alive skin had managed to scab over. Walking was pointless without any help from a cane or a brace that Stephanie happened to have in their garage. She should have felt lucky, had this been one year ago that bullet would have gone straight through some bone. Thankfully a summer of running had put some muscle on her scrawny legs creating the area that the bullet had gone through cleanly. She should have felt lucky; but she didn't.

In response, the blonde just shook her head and decided not to answer her friend and instead changed the subject.

“When was the last time you put some ointment on that thing?”

Roanna couldn’t help but to roll her eyes, leave it to Stephanie to completely avoid a subject and turn it to one that couldn’t be ignored. Fine, two could play at that game.

“Which brings me to another point. There was a sniper out there, a fucking sniper Steph! They killed most of the other guys with just a single bullet, so why did I not get pumped full of lead in the head? Why was I so lucky? I looked just like the rest, so either the sniper got distracted and missed my head, or they know more about what I was doing there and just shot my leg to piss me off…”

“Well it worked.” Stephanie grumbled. Abandoning her clean laundry now piled on the floor, she walked to Roanna and sat down on the edge of the bed next to her exposed leg. Bending forward, she grabbed the ointment from the nightstand and undid the lid.

“No. Hell no! You put that back!” Roanna snapped, trying to reach forward and snap the bottle out of Stephanie’s hand. Stephanie was quick though, and pulled it out of Roanna’s reach.

“Look I know it hurts. Remember when we were out camping that one time when we were just kids and I fell into the fire pit?”

“The fire had been out for hours…”

“But the coals were still hot. Now hold still.”

Stephanie scooped out a generous amount of the ointment onto her fingers and gently massaged it into Roanna’s wound. A sharp hiss exhaled out of Roanna as she felt the skin immediately ignite in pain. Well…good to know she still hadn’t killed her pain receptors; though right now she wish she had.

“Okay okay that’s enough.” Roanna grumbled, trying to squirm away.

“You know what? I think my dad might have some Vicodin from when he fell off of his horse. You’re still not able to sleep right? I know you didn’t last night.”

Roanna turned her head away, not wanting to answer. She had been staying at Stephanie’s ever since the incident. A phone call was made to her mother that only reached her voice mail, but the message was put across that she would be spending time at Stephanie’s during the break. She never got called back, and Roanna didn’t care.

“You need sleep. You’re getting pissy and you keep driving me crazy with these conversations I swear that we’ve had fifty times already. So stay put, and I’ll be right back.” Stephanie got herself off of the bed and ran upstairs to her father’s bathroom, leaving Roanna alone on the bed. Stephanie was right, there was no point to hammering her friends for the questions she wanted answers to; but who else could she talk to? Pulling her phone from her pocket, she scrolled through her contacts, thinking to herself who was there that night that she hadn’t talked to. Coming to the T’s, the answer seemed to slap her in the face and sent a quick text.

Hey I remember seeing you getting stitched up the other night at the school. I hope everything is okay and that you’re feeling better. Also, I was wondering when a good time would be to get together to work on our Chemistry Lab report. Just let me know okay?

She doubted Thomas would even reply, the only reason she had his number to begin with was because they were assigned as lab partners at the beginning of the year and so they had to exchange numbers in case they had to work on something outside of school. Still, she had to be really careful with how she talked to him about what happened at the school. Expressing any more interest than was necessary might lead him to suspect something, and God knew she didn’t want that. She was awkward enough with the opposite sex as it was.

“Catch.”

Roanna had just stuffed her phone back into her pocket when Stephanie returned down into her bedroom, tossing her a bottle of pills that had the label removed from it.
“I don’t know what the dosage is, so I’d take three.”

Eying her friend with a look that said ‘I hate you’ all over it, Roanna unscrewed the cap and dumped out the pills into her hand, putting all but four back into the bottle. Screwing the cap back on, she popped the pills down, reaching across to the nightstand for her bottle of water and washed it down.

“Alright Doctor Foltz, I have been prescribed. Now get off my back.” Roanna grumbled, getting a smile out of Stephanie.

“You couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried.”

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and those are the exact reasons as to why I thought she should have had a hand in it lol

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I was thinking about it more last night and I think she would have had a hand in his programming

After Apocalypse (OOC)

Deon shook his head no, keeping a straight face. "No, but there are other ways to get what you want." Deon said with a shrug. Sure he had money, $200 worth stuffed inside of his boot, but he wasn't about to tell a complete stranger that. No, the only one he would ever share his money with would be his sister...if she were still alive. He couldn't afford to think like that though, right now he just had to take care of himself and worry about her later. She was tough, she had pulled through worse; at least that's what he tried to tell himself.

"Show me where this Martha lives, we'll pay her a visit and see what she has to offer." He suggested. Glancing over to the now dead mutant monkey, he figured it would probably be best if they didn't eat something that had been mutated; who knows what that would do to their stomachs.

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Trying to decide what part of him she would have had involvement in...what do you think?