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Experiment-200: KILL_OR_BE_KILLED (Always open)

@Mattchstick sounds fun. i hope to have an epic fist fight where the gun in knocked out of her hand and skids across the floor. not sure what series of events need to transpire for that to happen, but i hope it does.

Experiment-200: KILL_OR_BE_KILLED (Always open)

JULIANNE LEUNG

Eventually, Julianne's sprint slowed to a jog. Breathing heavy, and ragged, she glanced over her shoulder. No one followed her. She wasn't about to get run down and beat to death- if anyone was capable of that yet. Whoever the people were who had captured here...God, they were sick. She began to think if they'd even let her out of here at all. Probably not. But these other people might be willing to crack, and kill for their freedom. Defense was her priority.

Still...maybe she could get out of here. They could just drug her again; it's not like anyone would believe her. Perhaps she could just get it over with. The thought made her sick suddenly. No. No, maybe they could just...escape? As she continued to jog in the open field, she felt her stylish but impractical skinny jeans drag friction against her thighs, legs begginning to become irritated by the fabric. It was hard to bend in these things. Maybe she could find more pratical pair of pants or something.

These were the thoughts that made their way through the haze of her life being in imminent danger.

Eventually, the big building that was one of the shops became larger in her vision. The jog turned into a walk and she placed a hand on her hip as she walked inhaling deeply through her nose, attempting to cool the burn in her lungs. Julianne shielded her eyes from the sun as she approached. It was large, a concrete block of oppressive architecture. She spotted a door and made her way inside the 'store'. Unbeknownst to her, it was the food and water store.

Experiment-200: KILL_OR_BE_KILLED (Always open)

@Mattchstick alright.

edit: my post is up.

it's too bad my target when inactive. :(

i hope more people join. at the very least you can expect a second character from me whether Julianne survives or not.

Silver Falls

Alice Olson

Location: Inside the Lumbermill

Interacting with Mariana Garcia @Nallore

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The female officer turned the corner and saw the strange, unnatural sight. A hostage- some kind of crazy sacrifice. She didn't take Silver Falls to have drugged up cultists like this, my God. The woman next to her spoke about some kind of plan.

"No..." Was all Alice could say in the few seconds she had to think.

Officer Olson looked over at the civilian who seemed remarkably calm for the situation, as if she knew more about what was going on than Alice did. Still, she couldn't take the risk of this random bystander playing heroics and getting that hostage killed. Clearly the man was thinking vary irrationally, probably on the same drug that gave the first lumberjack that incredible pain tolerance. He probably wouldn't be stopped by bullets or be scared by the threat of violence. He was probably going to hang that girl up and cut her open, or some other horrific act of violence.

The only option left was ambush. There was no way to tell how long there was left before the maniac killed the girl. No way to tell if there was a way in that wouldn't take too long. No way, no way, no way. He hadn't noticed them yet.

In that moment, Officer Olson concluded that her best chance of getting the hostage out safe was to bust in and take out the hostile. The supect could easily get away while they were out here through the window, or worse. She had to be able to pursue and follow through on any attempted attack.

"No, I'm going in. Help me get this door open and then stand back." Alice then began to quickly and violently break down the door.

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Jennifer Wolgast

Location:The Streets of Silver Falls

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Jennifer blinked hard, eyebrows furrowed, and glanced over at her new friend Lauren. Demons? Maybe she was not thinking straight because that car crash had scared her more than she was letting on. Worst case scenarion she had a concussion and her brain wasn't functioning right, which meant it was unsafe to let her drive. Jenny's immediate goal was to get the car pulled over, and the best way to do that was try to be calm, friendly, and give the injured person someone to trust and let lead them for a little bit.

The nurse's feautures relaxed as she said her next few sentences.

"Lauren, are you okay? We can pull over and talk about this. I'm a nurse, I can help you." She spoke calmly, though she was nervous, and put a hand gently on Lauren's shoulder.

Experiment-200: KILL_OR_BE_KILLED (Always open)

JULIANNE LEUNG

Julianne Leung was dreaming.

"You promised me you wouldn't tell!"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jonathan, but I couldn't convince anyone what you were saying is true if I didn't have a verifiable source."

"I've lost everything! Oh, my God!"

"That's the risk you take when you become a whistleblower. But the company lost. Punishment is being dolled out. Isn't that enough?"

"No! No! No one will- you ruined me!"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jonathan. I had to-"

"You didn't have to do anything! You could have left it alone!"

"...And let their corrupt practices go unpunished? I'm sorry that I gave out too many details. I had too. Nothing would have happened otherwise."

"You stupid...!"

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Julianne Leung, a well-respected, calculating, if cutthroat reporter lay unconscious on a rubber mat. Her arms ran parallel to her body and her legs were pressed straight together. She wore a white T-shirt that rested un-tucked over a black pair of skinny jeans wrapped around her waist by a leather belt. The jeans stopped a few inches short of her sneaker shoes, so there was a few inches of her olive skin tone between her jeans and her white socks. Black hair was tied into a loose bun on the top of her head.

There was still make-up on her face, including a thin line mascara and subtle lip-stick. Her sleeping features were asian, particularly Korean. Her lips were parted and her belly slowly rose up and down with breath, rhytmically and slowly. Suddenly, through an electric shock from a plate that had been surgically implanted at the base of her skull, Julianne was awakened. Her lids flashed open to reveal two sharp, intelligent eyes that were hazed in grogginess.

The reporter sat up, glancing around at the now awakening people around her. A message came through on a loudspeaker. Male, authoritative, calm, cool, collected, and what sounded like a concerning indifference to human suffering.

Julianne's countanence went from confused and disoriented to worried, then finally, frightened as the message went on. She felt her heart flutter in her chest. Trying to stave off panic, she reached a trembling hand into her right pocket where she felt an object press against her thighs. She pulled it out, to reveal the mentioned fliphone, and her fingers confirmed the prescense of the black card.

What the Hell was this? What kind of sick person would do something like this? Oh, God.

Still sitting down on the rubber matt, she opened up her assigned flip-phone. A name. A face. A human person. Horror dawned on her as she instictually scanned the room, and saw the person she was supposed to...kill. She quickly looked away as to not give herself away. Then, an even worse terror overcame her. She turned wildly, scrambling to her feet.

Her eyes flicked from face to face, trying to surmise which one of these people were being coerced into ending her life. She had to kill her target. It was the only way. Before someone killed her. The woman needed a weapon. She couldn't kill her target with her bare hands, and she certainly couldn't defend herself without one!

Trying to surpress the rising of her stomach, Julianne Leung sprinted out of the room, heading east. Her sneakers padded against the concrete road.

Using the sun and a bit of common sense Jullian dashed to the southeast to find one of these 'stores'. Maybe she could get a weapon to defend herself. She had to get away. Had to. Had to! She cut through the open field and began running to a large structure in the distance that looked like it could be one of these stores.

Experiment-200: KILL_OR_BE_KILLED (Always open)

changed my character's name, forgot that spelling it like Julian means it's a boys name. lol.

Silver Falls

Alice Olson

Location:Outside the Lumbermill

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Officer Olson looked on in horror as the man expunged himself of some horrific demonic being. Her life was being turned upside down as his ended, he fell face first into the mud. Alice stood up from the ground, dirt and grass on her back, and on her haft-end. Panting, she watched as the hallucination fled from her vision, flying over the lumbermill. Her eyes fell upon the woman who had probably saved her life. A civilian, from the looks of it. She was about to say something when a scream erupted from out of sight, from the other side of the buildings.

Someone needed help. Stress-induced hallucinations aside, the scream might be real. Maybe another person was being attacked by a hopped-up lumberjack. Her mind unconsciously made corrections to her supernatural encounter, censoring the unexplainable and replacing it with more reasonable substitutes. For example, the fact that dispatch had not responded to her calls for back-up had not been fully processed. It was on the backburner, to be questioned later.

Hearing the scream, the female officer quickly reloaded her gun, entering a fresh mag into her pistol. Alice made eye-contact with the civilian as she rounded a corner to save whoever was in trouble. The mysterious shiny item in the truck nor the convinient arrival of the woman was not forgotten, but there seemed to be more pressing matters.

"Dispatch, this is Officer Olson at the Lumbermill. There's... crazy people here! I need backup! Now!" She shouted into the radio as she ran to try and find the source of the cry for help, boots slamming against the dirt.

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Jennifer Wolgast

Location:Outside of 9th August Street

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"Thank you, so much." Jenny said. Inside the quiet fear of being left alone subsided.

As they walked, the car came into view. Being a nurse, she didn't know too much about cars, but she could tell it was older car that had been well-kept.

"Wow. It's very nice," She said, pausing a beat and then opening the passenger car door. "You bought this car somewhere?" She grunted softly as she slid into the seat, her bare feet tickling against the carpeted interior. Grabbing the buckle of her designated seatbelt, she slid the belt across her torso and connected it to the recieving device with a metallic click She wiggled in the seat, sinking into it, getting comfortable.

Experiment-200: KILL_OR_BE_KILLED (Always open)

@Perpenheimer thank you mr wizard

Experiment-200: KILL_OR_BE_KILLED (Always open)

@Perpenheimer

but you said lazyness, not time and practice

that's the opposite of lazyness

:(

Experiment-200: KILL_OR_BE_KILLED (Always open)

@Perpenheimer i'm lazy and i can't do photoshop magic