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They were once human...
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It's been hundreds of years since the japanese introduced robot technology to the world. Then they started making them more human like, which wasn't doing as well as they hoped. Soon enough, they began doing experiment on people, adding robotic parts, replacing their human parts. Some people became obsessed with adding these metal parts in them that they continued..Until they were no longer human. Now these..things..are taking over, they are the new race. Humans are no longer needed, if there are any left.. If one is caught they are changed into one of them, the enemy. The last handful of humans aren't safe, there is no way for them to survive since they don't have the chip. The chip is a device placed in the skull that allows the..cyborg, to get medical treatment, a job and to get food. Without that you have no way of getting supplies, unless you manage to break in and grab what you can. Good luck out there.
The Rules
-No powerplaying or godmodding, please.
-Cursing and gore is allowed, just don't go overboard.
-Humans have no special powers.
-There is no talking to the cyborgs.
-If you are caught you can escape, but not easily.
-This is the future, so there are flying cars and such.
-Have fun!
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Talia Woods || 22 Years || Female
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Elliot Fletcher || 40 Years || Male
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Dante Reinhart|| 21 Years || Male
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Name: Talia Woods
Age: 22 Years old
Gender: Female
Personality: ?Nice ?Caring ?Friendly ?Enjoys making new friends ?Sociable ?Brave ?Courageous ?Sneaky ?Aggressive ?Vengeful ?Harsh
Family: Her mother and father left, but not because they wanted to, Talia made them leave. She sent her parents and her brother away, to a supposed safe haven out west, but she didn't know if it was true. She hasn't heard from them the past few weeks, their letters just stopped coming. She doesn't know about her cousins either, and her aunt was turned into one of those things, leaving her two teenage boys to fend for themselves.
Relationship status: Single, but who has time for a relationship right now?
Extra: None yet.
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Accepted ^-^ )
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OOC: Hi, i would like to join but, before I did I want to know if I can a cyborg and a human... If not that's fine.
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Cyborgs aren't role-playable, sorry :C)
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Accepted ^-^ We shall wait for about two more characters, hopefully one of them is male, then we can start :3)
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Thank you, I can't wait to get started!
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This roleplay seems interesting. But I have an question. Are we pose to be human robots or humans that are escaping from the robots or enemy??))
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Humans trying to survive)
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Accepted.)
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Dante Reinhart
Age:
21 years old; born October 13, 1991
Gender:
Male
Personality:
+Loving/Caring +Loyal +Protective +Cautious(Maybe a bit overly) +Intelligent +Strategist -Sensitive -Vengeful -Pessimistic -Little Self-confidence -Trust issues
Family:
Alyssa Reinhart (http://s4.favim.com/orig/50/blue-eyes-brown-hair-girl-green-nature-Favim.com-460268.jpg) - 18 - Sister - Hides out with Dante in there 'Safe Zone'.
Brenton Reinhart (http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2568/3898995879_30600955dd.jpg) - 12 - Brother - Whereabouts are unknown; believed to have been killed.
Faith Aihara and Damien Reinhart - Mother and Father - Faith was killed during a night raid. Damien was one of some that was fascinated with the early robotics technology and became obsessed, endangering his family by trying to 'enhance' their abilities. The family fled just in time before he had transformed into a full emotionless cyborg.
Relationship status:
Single. (IC: "I would be looking but there's killer cyborgs everywhere you know? Puts a damper on the whole realm of dating.")
Extra:
* Dante has a old deep cut on his wrist that nearly splits to the bone.
* Both siblings have a tinge of a British accent to their dialect.
( Pictures of the siblings are linked in their names if they are needed. I didn't want to take up space. :) )
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Accepted, we may start. Unfortunately I won't be able to post right now x.x)
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Dante Reinhart
The rhythmical beating of metal against the ground echoed among the desolate streets. It was all Dante Reinhart could recall hearing anymore. No other sounds had touched its ears but the cold marching. The devil's storming was always prevalent in the fearful minds of any survivor, but it was more frightening at that one sole moment where it's tempo changed. It meant the damned machines had spotted out of the ordinary; it was the last silence you would ever be blessed with before your death. Fortunately, it wasn't the case with Dante this time around. He was experienced, an wise elder with and expertise in avoiding the cyborgs. Well, most of the time at least. No, another poor soul had fallen victim. His stomach hurled over, hearing an older woman desperately pleading the heartless for her life. But as he knew, it was no use. The unnatural chill slid down his spine yet again as he could hear the muffled agony, submerging in the numerous explosion roars ignited by gunpowder. The screaming slowly came to a stop and the cold symphony of death could be heard, fading away to patrol in the distance.
He unlatched his satchel Alyssa had stitched together sloppily from scrapped clothing not too long ago for him and stood light on his feet, wavering a pocket knife in my hand. He peered with caution at each end of the street before lunging out into the street, scavenging for remnants. "Bullets... That's the most important. Bullets..." Dante clawed desperately at the ground, catching dirt and traces of the victims blood as well as his targeted item between his horribly filthy fingers. He leaped up in fright when he saw his younger sister rush over to mimic his actions but soothed his nerves when he realized who it was. "Scared you didn't I?" she snickered to herself, knowing her brother could be frightened so easily. Dante didn't answer he questioned. Instead, he replied with a muffled word, "Run." The two winced in panic and retreated to the safety of the alley closest to them, similar to how rats scurried into sewer holes. Dante held his breath and shoved Alyssa so she would crouch into the disguise of the dumpster's shadow. He swallowed hard with beads of sweat pouring down the side of his face as he heard a single set of clanking approach. Alyssa covered her mouth and stared frightened wide eyed ahead of her. She pounded on Dante's leg and pointed at a grotesque tarantula that had crawled out in front of them. Her brother grew wide eyed, mouthing, "Don't you dare. It's just a spider and that thing is still right there." Alyssa bite her lip hard and goggle eyed the ugly creature. She had an absolute fear of spiders, or bugs in general. She clutched her eyes closed, hoping it would go away, but it crawled closer and onto her leg. She couldn't help it and let out a peep of a terrified squeal. Dante glared at her for a moment and yanked her up as they darted for their lives, knowing the devil had heard her.
"I'm sorry!" she cried as the two began to flee form the pursuing drone. Her brother shook his head, "Give me your pistol!" Compliantly she nodded and reached for the weapon he has asked for, handing it over to him. Bullets grazed past them and a few pierced throughout their backs. He knew that the gunfire would draw more enemies. He kicked Alyssa on to flee forward as he turn back and shot back at the robot. Dante bravely charged at it and leaped full onto it, knowing it was a dangerous move. It had a much better arsenal then him, but he hoped his logic would be enough to save them. Rapidly, he snagged a broken piece of metal that was lying close to him out in the cold and began violently impaling its frontal bolted compartment, where he knew from experience that was wear the main receptors and sensors were. As he thrust the metal against its iron cranium, the cyborg had switched weapons and began launching a semi automatic weapon at him. He shrieked in pain, bullets tumbling through his skin like a hot knife through butter, but most only impaled near his shoulder. The pain fueled him to attack stronger and finally, he broke the small hatch off. Dante gritted his teeth and wildly stabbed the sharp metal through the connectors set up in it's mind. He trembled when the awful creature had froze and fell motionless. Without a second thought, he pushed himself and sprinted after Alyssa at the fastest speed he could muster, clutching hims bloody mod of a shoulder. This was the nearly the single closest near death experience he had so far and he was shaken beyond belief.
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?Lorna Robin Macrae?
Age:
20 Years old
Gender:
? Female
Personality:
Clever ? Polite ? Loyal ? Quiet ? Determined
Family:
Johnathan x Heather Macrae ? Parents ? John killed in a car accident four years ago ? Heather 'turned' recently
Gavin Thomas Macrae ? Brother ? Left when Lorna was 12 ? Location unknown ? Age of 38
Relationship status:
Single ? Perhaps in the future when... if everything returns to normal
Extra:
? Her height is 5'8"
? She grew up in Alaska, then moved to Michigan at the age of 13 after her father's death
? Snow is her favorite weather, but she doesn't mind rain or anything
? She hates hot places
? Her knowledge of her brother is vague, because they really had very little to do with each other even before... this
? She won't stop and help others if she sees them in need, since she has learned that it's best to survive alone
? Despite outward actions, she is not selfish or greedy
? Her body is well-conditioned and fit
? Ask her anything to do with cars, electronics, etc... you're out of luck, because she is awful there
? People can annoy her easily, but she almost never says anything about it
I'll give it a whirl. :3 (If we're allowed to make two characters, maybe I'll make a second, though it'd be a male. ouo)
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Accepted. Sorry guys, I have some issues going on right now but don't hesitate to move on :3)
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((I will rp as soon as I can. I haven't forgotten! ^w^ I just have to break from this stupid block I've got... It's been a while since I've really roleplayed in a forum, so I've got to get the old gears working again. owo))
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?Lorna Robin Macrae?
With her fingers wrapped tenderly around the small styrofoam cup of coffee, Lorna felt the warmth seep into her hands. She lifted the hot, black drink to her mouth and sipped, trying not to wince at how strong it was. It was a rare occurrence to taste coffee - even considering how bad it was now - in these times; the 'new people' kept little food-supplies, since their bodies were so computerized and electronic. But here Lorna was, drinking from a little cup a liquid that was almost nonexistent nowadays.
She was in a safe-house of sorts, settled in a shabby hut somewhere in the forests slightly north of New York (I just wanted to put myself in a sort of... semi-realistic distance from everyone else. xD Gotta start somewhere, eh?). Somehow it had escaped the notice of any robot-humans - if you could even call them part-human - and it remained a small, temporary haven for survivors. Who knows how long that will last, Lorna thought darkly to herself. An older man entered and stamped his feet clear of dirt, shutting the door before the frigid wind could blow the shack apart. Lorna made no move.
"Y'alright?" the man asked. His face was scarred and wrinkled, hair peppery-gray from the years of hiding he'd had to do. Lorna, when she'd first arrived, had judged him to be about sixty or so. "Yeah, fine," she prompted. "This coffee's pretty bad." Her voice was cool, but had a tiny, jovial air just to make light of the situation. The man grunted in response and turned away to rummage in a lopsided cabinet, leaving Lorna in near-silence again. The wind moaned outside, though the hood that the young woman was wearing mostly cut off the noise. "I'll be out of here by nightfall," she said abruptly. "Anything you need me to do, mister?" Still searching the contents of the cabinet, the man shrugged without turning to her to reply. "Nah. This place is likely t' fall t' pieces any day now. I gotta get a move on too, even though lots o' other people are gonna wanna find this place. Ha, it's gonna be found by them glorified calculators that call themselves cyborgs, or whatever."
Lorna nodded, as if she hadn't heard how he was trying to be friendly, and stood up, tossing her empty cup into the heaping trash can that stood haphazardly against one wall. "I'll help you pack up, and then we can go our separate ways." Lorna went straight to work without needing an approval from the man, whose name she didn't even know. But what did that matter? They'd only known each other for a half-a-day, and they'd never see each other again after this. Best not to get attached or show pity. Together, they packed some supplies for the man, and he graciously gave Lorna a few useful things like a knife, a small box of matches, and an unlabeled can of food. She shoved them in her backpack and swung it to her shoulders, nodding to her brief host before stepping out into the biting wind. Her short stay at the safe-house had added some energy to her steps, so she made quick progress, moving swiftly south along an old, beaten-down road.
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The pain in her leg was almost unbearable. How was she even still able to walk? How was she able to get away from those things? They were obviously faster than her, even if she wasn't injured. Maybe it was adrenaline, yeah that had to be it. If that is the case it obviously is wearing off because the pain is becoming more excruciating. Talia couldn't get that poor girl's face out of her mind. Pain and sadness. Talia was sure she could save her, but she was wrong. A bullet to the head was all it took. Talia still had the girl's blood splattered on her face while her own blood covered her left pant leg and hands. She had to have lost a bit of blood, she hadn't been able to check the wound thoroughly yet. The clanking of heavy feet and metal were behind her, but they were slowly fading away, they lost her. Talia ducked behind an old rusted green garbage bin, now she can check her leg. She slowly slid up her now red jeans, above the bullet hole. "Crap." she grumbled, the bullet was still in her thigh.
She wasn't no doctor but she knew leaving a bullet inside you was not a good thing to do. If she was right the bullet would have broken into shards once it entered her body, she hoped she was wrong. Bang! Bang Bang! Talia jumped up, guns were firing in the distance(Dante and his Sister), she had to get away from here. She took in a deep breath then began to make the painful journey to a nearby warehouse. She had been there a few times, only for meetups with other survivors, mainly thugs. She gave them supplies, in return they would stay away from her camp. She hoped they weren't there, not many people held up there since of the more hostile survivors were often there. She quickly pulled out her sidearm "Six bullets." she said with a heavy sigh of anger then put it back in it's holster. The warehouse wasn't far now, she could see the metal pointed roof over some of the smaller buildings. Talia wondered what she was still doing hanging around the outskirts of New York, there was nothing here for her anymore. Why didn't she just turn around and leave? She didn't know nor did she really care.
Finally, she arrived at the old warehouse. It was quite large and definitely stood out with it's old rusty metal siding, while the buildings around it were white and more fancier. Talia didn't know why they still kept it up, maybe they were planning on doing something with it in a few years time. She went to the rear of the building where the back door was, it would be easier to get in through there than the front. Why placed her hands onto the large doors then pushed with what was left of her strength. It didn't budge. "What the hell?" she asked herself, as she backed up to look at the door "Gotta get to the front." She knew the front entrance was riskier but she had to get into the warehouse, there she could rest and tend to her leg. She ignored the pain and quickly jogged up to the front, she peeked her head around the corner to make sure there weren't any patrols about. Luckily they had all passed by before she got there, she quickly ran to the door and pushed one of them open. She ran in then closed the door behind her, she didn't want one of those things to wander in.
The old building was filled with dust, trash and, rats. She had one hand on her thigh while she quietly limped to one of the old benches. This building definitely had been her a while, probably before all this robotic madness, maybe when everyone was human. The dust was quick to enter her lungs, making her break out into a coughing fit "Dammit." she hoped that no one had heard that. She slowly sat down onto the old bench, at least the bleeding had slowed a little. She bit her lip, trying to muffle her groan as she lifted her pant leg over the wound. It was bad. The bullet didn't make a clean entry. The area around the hole was bruised and cut, it look as if something had ripped into her with it's claws. Talia didn't know what to do, medicine was hard to come by unless you were lucky enough to find someone who still made some, but they weren't free. First thing she needed to do was run water over it, to at least clean up the area. There was still an old water spout in one of the rooms and it still pumped water. Talia quickly made her way over to the room, she wondered why the water was still running through this building. She walked over to the spout and began to pump the handle, after a few pushes water began to pour out into an old bucket "Thank god." She had thought that maybe it had been shut off.
She took her hands off the handle then sat on the floor next to the bucket, she didn't have enough energy to walk back with a pail full of water. She put her hands into the water then scooped some out, then dumping the water over her wound. Pain shot through her leg, making her head go back, trying to hold in a scream. She did this once more until it looked decent then washed the blood from her face and hands. What would she do now? The only person she knew who made medicine was gone "Maybe his supplies are still at the camp!" she had to get back to the camp, he had a secret stash hidden under a large rock behind his tent. There was no way one of them found it. She stood up but was quick to fall over "I guess I could rest here for a little bit." She crawled over to the wall then laid her back against it. She closed her eyes but haunting images of that girl flooded her mind "I'm sorry.." she said as a tear rolled down her cheek and she slipped in unconsciousness.
(She is in the same warehouse as Elliot, maybe Dante and his sister could possibly come by it also? Just trying to get everyone to interact with one another.)
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Dante Reinhart
"Gah... it stings so bad." Dante complained, still clutching his wounded shoulder as he moved on with his sister. Alyssa threw him a sympathetic soft gaze, "I-I'm... I'm sorry Dante. I could have-" "Don't be. You couldn't help it. I'm more pissed at the spider than I am at you." He grinned slightly, trying to show off a false positive mood. But in reality, the wound made him twitch in unavoidable agony. Numbness had taken control of his arm hostage as it hung pathetically limp at his side. He only wished that they would find somewhere where he could tend to it properly, but the chance of that with these demons roaming the streets? Impossible... Alyssa bit her bottom lip, "Well, we need to pick those bullets out of you. If they are stuck in your arm for a prolonged amount of time, they eventually might not be removable." Her brother stared at her and sighed, "Alright... if you insist." As he spoke, he noted that Alyssa had already reached in her bag for a pair of thin tweezers.
Dante twitched and flinched from the sharp impulses of pain that overcame him as the bullets were being plucked out. His sister cupped her hand over her mouth a few loud whines of pain escape him and whispered tenderly, "Sorry," each time. "There's more than I thought," she pouted, thinking each wound was her fault, "Can you still move your arm?" "A little bit, but not much," Dante gritted his teeth as another was removed, his eyes locked on the sight of a new red river forming, running down his arm like the many others. They all ran towards the delta, his fingertips and flowed slowly, dripping to add to the bloody lake that was starting to gather below him. Then, a chilling thought occurred to him. It caused a heavier throbbing fear that outweighed any pain he was in, "What if it stays like this? What if I have to get... you know, a fake limb? I don't want to become one of them." His paranoia took hold of his calm composure as his whole being became tense at the thought. Sadness washed over his face as he hesitantly stared down at his scarred wrist. Alyssa frowned and smacked his hand down before he could really look at it though.
"Look, you won't become some cyborg. I know you better. Your arm will recover and we will get through this, together. Remember our goal?" She ripped off an article of cloth from her clothing and dampened it with her tongue, pressing it to halt the rivers. Her other hand wandered up to lift up his chin so he would look at her warm smile and determined sapphire eyes. "Most people are out there, alone, hiding from these monsters. But we're one of the lucky ones that know we still have one family member left. You said it yourself, we are going to protect the surviving and stop these beasts from doing any more harm. Don't let one small fight dampen your courage and strength." She hugged lightly around her brother's neck to comfort him, as it always seemed to work. Though Dante could not muster an answer to her preaching, the assurance did ease his trouble mind a tinge.
Alyssa glanced around the alley way they had stopped in and winced in disbelief, a smile cracking on her face, " I think I know where we can find some real medical supplies." The girl stood up, peering not too far in the distance. Her words aroused a skeptical glance from Dante, "What do you mean?" "Mr. Culter," she smiled with delight, pointing to the old building not too far at all, "I saw him delivering some supplies earlier again today and he went into that warehouse. I don't think anyone is there so maybe it wouldn't hurt to check out what he left." Before Dante could give his answer, Alyssa hurried off in the direction, instinctively keeping a low profile among the shadows. He sighed, holding the same cloth she had used over his arm and trailed after her.
The warehouse was almost literally across the street, so the time of travel was relatively short. Alyssa peered up at it with a curious wonder and tilted her head, "Man, they had to have raided here a long time ago. There's no traces of the bots here, but it sure is mangled." "If what you said was true, then it's a safe haven though." Dante chuckled. He went for the door handle and twisted it, though it refused to open when he tried. His sister winced a few times as he tried to forcefully open it, hearing the jingle of chains on the other side. "Damn it. It's locked," he growled in disappointment. Alyssa peered around alertly shook her head, "There's a back entrance he came in. I know its not locked." She sped off to the adjacent side of the building and Dante was surprised to hear a faint click followed by eerie squealing of a door hinge. He paced over and followed her as they tread slowly in the warehouse, gazing around with a kitten's curiosity. Even though they were safe in this warehouse for now, Dante had the impression they weren't alone as felt inclined to have his hand ready on his pistol, in case any unwanted visitors came to say hi.
((Way ahead of you :) That's kinda what I planned on happening.))
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? Elliot Fletcher ?
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The sound of doors opening on the opposite side from where Elliot was sitting made his look up, hand on his pistol. Standing, he ducked into a crouch, weaving through the various boxes and machinery. His backpack was still hanging from his person. It carried his essentials including one spare set of clothes, food, water, a flashlight, some weapons and tools, and medical supplies. Most of it had been gained when he took it from houses that were left abandoned by their owners. By abandoned, it meant they were either killed or transformed into those cyborgs. Most of the world was in that state, so Elliot didn't have many problems finding supplies. The only problem he had was finding other survivors. People had been driven absolutely mad because of fear. This is why Elliot became immediately defensive as he spotted a shadow. Immediately, he pulled back and soon found himself crouched behind several crates stacked on top of each other, his gun pointed at the end of the aisle. A red object caught his attention and he turned his head towards only slightly, his eyes darting over as his primary focus was the potential danger around the corner. /Medical box. Beautiful,/ he thought, smiling a little to himself at his discovery. Perhaps he was trespassing, but he decided to take the box anyway. He might be the only one who knew how to apply the medications inside.
Putting the box into his bag, he quickly through it over his good shoulder again and picked up his pistol again. Poking his head out for a brief second to check who was around the corner, he spotted a young girl. Well, young to him. He then ducked his head around again and observed her, as it seemed she wasn't aware of her surroundings, her head pressed against the wall behind her as tears were rolling down her face. Pity was the first emotion that hit him, though he still remained on guard. Fear could easily bring on tears and fear could also bring a bullet to his chest. Noticing there was an aisle next to him that still hid him from her view, he went around the corner and went there, getting closer to the girl without putting himself in her sight. A little confused as she didn't stir in the slightest, he questioned if she had been killed. Walking slowly towards her, he noticed her pant leg was rolled up a little to reveal a nasty bullet wound. Looking around, he placed his pistol into its holster and crouched down beside her. Carefully and quietly, he pulled her gun from its holster and put it behind him so she wouldn't freak out when she woke up and shoot at him.
Setting down his backpack may have woke her, but he didn't mind as much since that leg looked difficult to walk with and her gun was a good distance from her. Unzipping it, he grabbed his newly gained medical kit and opened it. Taking out tweezers and a disinfecting liquid, he dipped the instrument into the liquid and moved towards her leg. If she did wake up already and protest, he would just grab the leg and continue his work of getting the bullet out. In the past, he would play Operation with his fellow soldiers when they had free time. He won almost every game and his skills from that game, surprisingly, transferred easily to getting bullets out with harming the patient too much. "Gotcha, ya lil' bugger," he muttered, taking out the bullet carefully. Placing the bullet in the lid of the medical kit, he put the disinfectant over the tweezers again. "Oh, I'm Elliot, by the way. Elliot Fletcher. What's your name," he asked, smiling over at her as if they were meeting on a casual day where robots weren't destroying life as they knew it. Continuing to grab medical supplies for her leg, he grabbed his own medical kit and opened it. He retrieved some sort of cream and prepared a needle in order to stitch the wound closed. "This cream will numb ya. Don't need you to watch the needle when that comes along, though," he said, his mind on the needle and the wound as he put the cream on the skin surrounding the wound. "That should take at least five minutes to numb completely," he said, mostly to himself, as he looked bat over to her finally. "So, where 're you from," he asked, keeping up the casual conversation until he heard the doors opened again. The doors were significantly closer now that he had moved closer to this girl. "'Scuse me," he muttered to her, dismissing her if she had asked anything in return. Standing up, he held his pistol and moved in a soldier's style closer to the door. "Hello? Don't want any trouble. Who's there," he asked, keeping his pistol in his hands just in case.
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Talia heard something, but she couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from or what it might be. Her mind was in scrambles ever since she fell asleep, that had been the first time she slept in a long time. Her mind was slowly coming back together, the sound was directly in front of her, it sounded as if something was placed onto the old floor beneath her. She tried to open her eyes but it was like she couldn't find the strength or energy to do so. She clenched her right fist in frustration, she wanted to ask who was there, but what if it was one of them? Maybe they would leave her alone if they thought she was dead. She didn't move, she began to concentrate on her breathing, making it slower. She thought it had worked until she felt a stinging pain in her leg, her eyes shot open only to see a man, possibly in his late 30's or early 40's kneeling over her leg. In his hand he held tweezers and the tweezers were holding a stained bullet.
She reached for her pistol but couldn't find it, she wasn't planning on shooting him but it would be just a precaution. Her wound throbbed but at least the bullet was out and she is getting some decent medical attention. She kept a careful eye on him, she didn't speak or move. She watched him place the bullet in the lid of a medical box then he put disinfectant on the tweezers again "Oh, I'm Elliot, by the way. Elliot Fletcher. What's your name?" Talia opened her mouth, trying to speak but her throat was so dry. She closed her mouth then swallowed some of her saliva "I'm Talia, Talia Woods." she groaned as she sat straight. Her muscles ached but the pain in her head had gone away. "Thanks." She yawned "For helping me out." She attempted to smile but she was still extremely tired. She could only imagine how pathetic she looked, hunched against a wall in an old warehouse with a bullet in her leg. Now he dug around in the medical box again and pulled out a tube of some sort of cream, before Talia could ask, her question was already answered "This cream will numb ya. Don't need you to watch the needle when that comes along, though." Talia nodded then looked up at the ceiling, it looked like it could fall in at any moment.
Talia could feel the stinging sensations slowly fade away "That should take at least five minutes to numb completely," Talia nodded then sighed. What had she gotten herself into? She should just leave after this, there was nothing for her here or in New York. The only thing in New York was one of the main control centers for these things the other one which was much larger was in D.C. Maybe she could go to D.C and end this, maybe what was left of the human race would come out of hiding. Talia was so deep in thought she almost didn't hear Elliot's question "Oh. I'm from Michigan. It's a total hell hole now." she looked down at her lap then sighed "I'm pretty sure there are no humans there anymore." She looked back up at him "Are there any humans left anywhere?" She often wondered if she was the only one left but she would always get her hopes up when she saw another human.
Suddenly she heard the familiar sounds of old doors creaking open "Hear that?" She pulled herself into a crouching position behind him "Where the hell is my gun?" she growled to herself as she glanced around. On the bench a few yards away sat her pistol "Dammit.." she muttered, it must have came loose when she got up and fell out. There was no way no one could have seen it, it was shinning bright under the sunlight that was peeking through a hole in the roof. She slapped her forehead then cursed at herself. "What do we do?" she asked him as she tried to peek around the corner. "Hello? Don't want any trouble. Who's there?" Talia thought that was a bad idea, what if it were one of the thugs? Looking for their supplies or one of those things. Talia's heart raced as she could only imagine what could happen.
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?Lorna Robin Macrae?
Listening intently to her surroundings and moving as softly as her booted feet would carry her, Lorna made her way gradually south. Why was she in this region? Well, that was a whole different story. She'd booked her own flight among the chaos that reigned when people began to turn fully. The plane had landed in a rather remote airport in northern New York state, where Lorna hefted her bag and set off. Nobody asked questions; they'd been too busy scurrying around trying to organize things or gather their children closer, or too worried about where they were going next. Lorna was given all the attention of a shadow, so incognito did she travel on foot. One or two people glanced at her, but she was just another lone trip-taker to them.
Now, the young woman could see the peaks of tall buildings rising among the trees ahead. It had become considerably warmer now, and Lorna had her sweat-shirt unzipped and her hood down. The wind buffeted her dark curls of hair, but she brushed it aside quickly and kept moving. The road seemed like it had been given a purpose: make straight for New York City. Convenient for me, she thought to herself. The street was devoid of any life other than the trees and greenery that scraped up against the pavement. The only sign other than the cement that any humans had been here was the scattering of old, battered cars that got more and more numerous as she reached the city-outskirts. Although her steps were not exceedingly fast, she noticed how soon the buildings seemed to loom up above her. Here was where she'd really have to watch out.
The robots didn't patrol the parts of the city that were useless to them, but Lorna was aware that now and again a group would move through, armed to the teeth and just itching - if robots could itch - to destroy human nuisances. It wouldn't do much good to be caught somewhere without a gun; all she had were knives and a single old pipe she'd picked up just today from near a crashed car. It would come in handy, and maybe she could even upgrade it with a knife strapped to the bent top. Despite the danger of being nearly weaponless, Lorna stood discreetly under the thick foliage of an ancient-looking tree just where the first city-road started. She leaned on the trunk and pulled out a bit of dried fruit she'd brought along in her pack. "Better stealth my way through here," she murmured to herself as she chewed the dry bits. Once the small handful she'd chosen was gone, she knelt down and swung her pack swiftly and quietly off of her shoulders. She reached in a hand and sifted through the neat contents for one of her knives.
Half-smiling in a grim triumph, she slid a long, glimmering knife out from the depths of her pack. One edge was serrated, while the other was a perfect edge. The hilt was black, and it had been bound somewhere in the past with a black material not unlike electrical tape. Lorna had never taken it off, since it served as a good grip. In fact, the thought had never even crossed her mind. It was such a tiny little detail that was not needed to be looked over. With this knife at the ready in her right hand, she lifted the dark pack to her shoulders again and checked the area. Nothing moved save for the wind blowing a piece of old, yellowed paper across the street. Nodding as if to reassure herself, she nearly sprinted across the road until she was under cover of the nearest building's shadow. "I'll make for that warehouse over there," she muttered under her breath. Her dark blue eyes focused on the prize location briefly before she looked around and stepped softly through the shadows again. It would be better to get there as quickly as she could, even though the place was obviously attractive to anyone from outside the city. It was bound to have some treasure - maybe even canned food or something! - hidden within. Hoping for the best, Lorna headed for it.
She would have liked to have a little more darkness to shield her, but this would have to do. The sun had settled just a little lower in the sky; Lorna judged it to be about five in the evening. At this thought, she slowed her movements. She'd have plenty of time to make a concealed path for the building if she was careful. This calm intention was cut short when she heard a metallic noise suddenly burst upon the silent city. She winced and flattened herself against the wall, startled. How had the cyborgs managed to stay so quiet here was a mystery to her. As they got closer, their footsteps grew apparent and she could hear them calling to each other, as if they were searching for something, or someone. Giving a sigh that was close to a hiss, she judged their position.
The robots were on one of the main streets to her right. They would no doubt turn the corner at any second, and she'd been seen if they happened to glance over. To her left and across three or four blocks was the warehouse. "Just my luck." She'd have to move as fast as she could but still say quiet. Cursing inwardly, she bolted off towards the warehouse, careful not to stumble over anything. After getting past two blocks, she heard one of the robots shout to its companions. A bullet whistled past her head and Lorna dodged behind a twisting tree, panting heavily. "Dammit, stupid things. Why now?" With a small grimace, she kicked off from the ground and hurried towards her destination again, which earned her a hail of gunfire. With the adrenaline pumping, she couldn't feel the path one bullet tore through the edge on her left side. Blood was already gushing from it the instant it struck, but the bullet had only skimmed her. The only reason the wound was so bad was that the metal object must've had something in it that released upon contact. Glancing over her shoulder, she noted that her pursuers were not too far behind. With the knowledge that they wouldn't be able to smell her path or anything, she dashed down an alley that lined up with the east side of the warehouse. She leaped over a pile of stinking debris that some wild animal had probably created and then made a sharp turn towards the big building. She stumbled against a door, trying futilely to open it.
Her breath was fast and hard, but she looked around, ready to spend more of her precious energy. There. A pile of broken-down crates lay tumbled down against a smashed-out window. Clambering over them to the sound of the robots' clanging footsteps passing down the alley she'd just left, Lorna heaved herself into a small side-room. She lay shaking on the floor as her hunters went out of range. Sitting up, Lorna finally felt the effects of her wound. Her eyes traveled to her side, and her right hand clamped down on the wound right when she saw the nasty thing. The chemical or whatever that the bullet had released made her skin around the initial slice burn in pain. The wound bled a steady stream of dark blood that glistened in the half light of the tiny room she was in. Inhaling through her teeth in agony, Lorna forced herself to her feet and examined the room. It had long since been looted, but the tall metal shelves remained intact, surrounding the room entirely. The door in the corner was old and would probably make a lot of noise if she opened it, so she decided to rest now. "Better tend this thing if I don't want to become infected...."
Releasing her wound momentarily, she drew her backpack off of her shoulders and dug around quickly for some bandages. She'd thought ahead at the old man's shack a few days back and taken a roll of cloth and some disinfecting alcohol. Dampening one portion of the bandages with the liquid, she stripped her sweatshirt off and then lifted her now-torn shirt underneath. Closing her eyes at the severity of it, she patched the wound as best as she could. Face it, it could be worse. Stop being such a wimp and just cover it already. Lorna, steeled now, tightened the bandage around her midsection and lowered her shirt again, leaving her sweatshirt on the floor. Sighing tiredly, she leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes coolly, deciding to take a quick nap until she felt better.
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Whoa, did not mean for it to be that long. o-o Sorry everyone. ^^" ))
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Dante Reinhart
The two paused in their place, hearing voices echoing quietly in the warehouse. Dante narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he whispered, "Get down!" Alyssa winced fell down to the floor with him, giving him a questioning look, "What was that about?" "There's others here, " He murmured quietly and opened up his bag. His hand reached for some of the bullets he had retrieved earlier and he used them to reload his pistol. Alyssa frowned, "But, what if they aren't bad? We've met plenty of survivors that were kind along the way." He narrowed his eyes, not wavering his opinion as he muttered, "Remember the last ones though? I'm not going to risk us getting hurt." Alyssa sighed and gave up on trying to change his mind. She only hoped this wouldn't evolve into a large ordeal.
Dante tried to listen in on what the others were saying, but it was too late. They had known he had entered. Thoughts scrambled through his head, leaving him at a lost at what to do. "Hear that? Where the hell is my gun?" He clenched his teeth after hearing an unfamiliar feminine voice quietly speak. He moved further behind the wall of empty crates, hoping to not be found. "Hello? Don't want any trouble. Who's there?" Alyssa grimaced hearing the elder man's voice and gazed over at Dante whispering, "Whether you like it or not, I'm going out there. They sound nice." He glares at her, shaking his head but it was too late. His sister hesitantly lifted herself off the dusty ground and peered around, meeting the gaze of a middle age man. She bowed her head slightly and clasped her arms together, lining her line of sight downward timidly, "Erm... Ello sir." She swayed her head side to side a little and kicked the ground with her back toes. She raised her chin though, forcing herself to be more sociable with this man since he did not pose an apparent threat, "I'm Alyssa. Alyssa Reinhart. I'm sorry about intruding and all but me and my brother really need some place to find refuge." She gave and innocent smiled and peered back over where her brother was as he was watching with eyes full of suspicion.
She stood a bit more laxly and tapped her fingers together, "He's here also, but he's always suspicious of other people. He has the impression that the cyborgs can be everywhere and everyone." Dante narrowed his eyes during the conversation and had to chime in after hearing his sister say that, "Because they can be. Thinking they won't be will end up turning your into another rotting corpse. The crows are sure happy about that though," he ended the last bit with smirk of dark humor. His sister threw him a concern stare, disliking his last comment and sighed, "That's Dante by the way. Don't let his words throw you off, he's actually sensitive and caring once you break through that dark eggshell of his." He kept away from the scene. Even if he wanted to join in the conversation, his wounded shoulder was still killing him too much to want to interact with anyone else. "Speaking of him," She interrupted, "Did you see any sort of medical supplies here? He got in a nasty quarrel with one of the bots."
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Elliot tensed as someone rose up from where she was hiding, but he relaxed as she didn't seem to be ready to shoot, making him lower his gun. "Erm... Ello sir." Her head was bowed shyly and Elliot offered a smile to her. "Hello," he replied casually, his voice higher to indicate his happiness. Her head lifted a little, her eyes showing a bit of determination to speak to him, "I'm Alyssa. Alyssa Reinhart. I'm sorry about intruding and all but me and my brother really need some place to find refuge." She glanced behind her and Elliot put his gun in its holster. However, he still remained a little tense as he was ready to shoot should they pull a fast one on him. "I'm Elliot. That's Taila," he said, nodding over to his new acquaintance. "And that's all right, I think I'm intruding too. Intruding is not a real word nowadays, anyway. No place is really anyone's home at this point," he mused, his cheerfulness disappearing for a bit until his attention was regained by Alyssa.
"He's here also, but he's always suspicious of other people. He has the impression that the cyborgs can be everywhere and everyone." Elliot's attention turned towards the boxes that still shielded the brother. "Because they can be. Thinking they won't be will end up turning your into another rotting corpse. The crows are sure happy about that though." Elliot frowned at the dark humor. He wasn't a stranger to it, his fellow soldiers sometimes full of it, but Elliot enjoyed light humor more than anything. He did nod his head at Dante's first statement."Don't like his humor much, but he's right. No place is truly safe anymore and friends are far and few," he said. "That's Dante by the way. Don't let his words throw you off, he's actually sensitive and caring once you break through that dark eggshell of his. Speaking of him- Did you see any sort of medical supplies here? He got in a nasty quarrel with one of the bots." Elliot smiled, probably a bit proud of his find and happy to help. "Yeah we did. I got another box of my medical supplies. Taila's a bit busted up as well," he said, walking towards the boxes, though his head was turned over his shoulder as he spoke to Alyssa, still not fully trusting these two just yet.
Kneeling in front of the two boxes, his body facing the three to ensure he wouldn't get shot in the back again, Elliot rifled through what they had. "Speakin' of which, Taila, we might want to sew up that wound of yours. Alyssa, since you seem to be playing the middle girl in this conversation between myself and Dante, what's wrong with him? Burn? Bullet hole? What," he asked, his voice taking a demanding tone as he sounded more like the soldier he was than an optimistic survivor. His right had clenched into a fist briefly and he winced as his shoulder blade stung a bit. Nightfall was probably a few hours away. He could probably apply that burn medication to his shoulder then. Hoping to depart from this group by the next morning, Elliot made it his mission to continue towards New York City and destroy that base before he could continue to D.C.
According to his radio, still turned off from the morning, there was a military base located somewhere in the city. They hadn't disclosed much information over the radio for the obvious reason that the robots could intercept the messages. However, the message was only that there was safety in certain cities. After that same message had repeated so many times, Elliot realized that it was the only message they could give and he had turned it off. The safety bases had decreased in number over the past few weeks and New York City was the closest one to their current location. The only reason that it probably hadn't been infiltrated was because of it being in such a large city. The radio was his only connection with anyone until he stumbled upon these three. On a different switch, it could be used as a walkie talkie. This was a risky move, though, since anyone could be on the other end, as it picked up the nearest connection. Elliot had planned to use this tonight in order to see if a soldier or police officer may be on the other end. Most of anyone remaining were either lucky, thieves, or just someone with a gun.
[Hope you don't mind me adding "safe bases" or the radio/walkie-talkie, auri. Just wanted to add why Elliot was going to where he's going. If you want me to delete out that, let me know. ^^' ]
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?Lorna Robin Macrae?
Voices...? Lorna woke slowly after being deep in some dream about a completely ridiculous landscape. It drifted from her mind as soon as her eyes opened. "Great... How am I going to get out of here now?" she wondered to herself in exasperation. She'd been lucky by meeting a good survivor back at that little shack, but who could tell what these people had in mind. They seemed a fair distance off, as if there were some things between the door to her little room and the location they were in. Lorna knew she'd have to go as silent as she could, lest she be spotted.
There always was the option of the open window, but that meant the danger of being caught out in the open again in the same spot she'd been in a short while before. She couldn't risk that. Standing up stiffly, she stretched, twisted her back to crack her spine until it was loose, and hefted her pack. The bandages on her side were holding out well enough, but she judged she'd have to sit down later on and do a better job. Now that she thought about it, she'd never been shot by a bullet, so maybe it looked so burnt and gruesome was just the heat that had been released, or just the sheer force it brought with it. That's not important now. As long as I keep it clean and closed up... Lorna's thoughts were going over simple tasks in her mind as she put her hand on the knob to the door. She hesitated, breathing lightly and leaning her head close to the wood so she could hear better outside. The voices were muffled, so their exact words were unclear.
Hoping desperately that the door didn't make a sound, she opened it slowly, first a crack, then enough so that she could slip out. At the last moment, it squeaked noticeably - probably with the age that was shown on its hinges - and Lorna halted, holding her breath. Satisfied that nobody seemed interested, she stealthily moved away from the room and crouched behind a tarp-covered line of crates. The people seemed to be on the other side, and they obviously weren't robots because the clanging of metal was absent in the shuffling movements she believed to be their footsteps. Now she could hear them, but she didn't focus on what they were saying. It most likely didn't concern her. Turning towards a space to her left, she made for it, sliding in a crouch along the barrier, trying not to make a sound.
"Almost clear," Lorna murmured to herself under her breath. She winced as the tarp crackled under her hand, but it was quiet. Her nerves just made her sense of hearing more acute. Stepping noiselessly forward, she charged across a gap in the crates, the bright light of the more open area towards the strangers flashing across her figure briefly before she disappeared again. She stopped on the other side to catch her breath again. Glancing worriedly about, Lorna moved once again, aiming for another door that seemed like it hadn't been opened in ages. Whispering a quiet 'please', she willed it not to make noise. "What a heavy door... I wonde-" She was cut short by a long, metal pipe plummeting out of the doorway and crashing to the floor with an emphasized bang!. Lorna fumbled with it and lifted it before it could make another noise and swiftly hopped into the room, closing the door behind her and locking it. "Stupid, stupid, stupid, Lorna. They'd better not have heard..." She backed up and looked around.
The room she was in was similar to the last one, only it was lit more brightly. Shelves lined the walls again, but they were half-broken and full of empty jars and boxes. Sighing, Lorna relaxed against one of them, heart racing. Her eyes assessed the place, searching for an escape route.
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Talia listened to the conversation that the new girl was having with Elliot, she showed no interest. She was just happy they were friendlies. Talia released a sigh of relief before standing up, the pain in her leg was completely gone now, not because it was getting better but because of the cream that had been applied. Elliot had introduced Talia to Alyssa, the girl who had made her way into the warehouse with her brother "Hey, nice to see there are still decent people left." she grinned as she took a few steps forward to go get her weapon. "If you'll excuse me." she said as she made her way around Elliot and Alyssa. Her pistol shone bright under the sun, causing a bright glare to shine at her "There ya are." she said with a smile, she picked up her gun and placed it into it's holster, making sure to strap it in. She turned around to look back at Alyssa, she said she had brought her brother with her, but she didn't see him. Ah, there. He was crouched behind some old dusty crates, Talia tilted her head "Well hey there stranger." she greeted with a small wave of her right hand "We don't bite." she chuckled as she walked back over to the small gathering.
Elliot said that they should stitch her wound "Oh. Yeah." She almost forgot about it, she looked down and saw that the bleeding had lessened. Talia sat on the wall again and yawned once more, "How long should we stay here?" She hoped not too long, she actually kinda hoped that they would all go their separate ways. But maybe if they stayed together they would have a better chance at destroying those things that harmed their lives, they could save the human race. Bang! Talia jumped into the air, her hand on her side arm "I'll go check it out." She was used to doing this, at the camp she would always be the one to scope things out. She pulled her pistol out of it's holster then turned around "Maybe you should help her brother, I'll be fine." she gestured with her hand then jogged over to the wall on the other side of the room. She placed her back against the wall and listened, silence. She still decided she needed to take a look see, make sure they were safe. Talia took a deep breath then walked through a partially open door, someone had been her, she couldn't tell when. Talia searched but couldn't find much, she finally came to a large door that looked rusted with age "Here we go." she gently pushed it open "Eeep!" she screamed as a fat rat ran out of the room, Talia knocked over a box trying to get away from it. Her heart was racing "Stupid rats." she had completely forgotten about searching the room "I'm alright!" she called as she put her gun away and made her way back to the little group.
(Sorry for my absence and short, terrible, post. I rushed this post, I have to run some errands T.T
@Kasai, it's alright ^^ No need to remove it)
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Dante Reinhart
Alyssa tilted her head mildly to the side, seeing man was still acting cautious, but she couldn't blame him. "Speakin' of which, Taila, we might want to sew up that wound of yours. Alyssa, since you seem to be playing the middle girl in this conversation between myself and Dante, what's wrong with him? Burn? Bullet hole? What," he asked, his voice taking a demanding tone. "Bullet hole I guess, but there's a lot of them," she bit her lip still nervous at the sight, "I forced him to let me take some out but I might have missed a few." She threw a glance behidn her back hearing muffled talking and tilted her head, watching as Talia came back to join the two. It was hard to make out what they were saying, but she presumed that she was trying to persuade her brother to come join them. Figures he would still be in there, Alysa thought irritated, He's so stubborn that not even bulls would be able to push him from his paranoid beliefs... She crossed her arms and let out a low snort of a scoff but soon jumped when loud clattering emitted nearby.
"What was that?" Alyssa asked more to herself in a low whisper. Her gaze was locked in the direction of the noise when she heard Talia speak "I'll go check it out." "Hey woah wait, " Alyssa stuttered and shook her head, "What if it's some cyborgs? You can't go out there injured!" Her tone was full of worry, it always was in situations like this. "Maybe you should help her brother, I'll be fine," the girl gestured with assurance before leaving without objection. Alyssa sighed low, looking back at Elliot before shrugging and nodding. Dante stared up silently, watching her sit by him and sighs quietly, "How can you be so open about these people? They could be dangerous. Don't you remember last time?" Alyssa heaved a sigh listening and shook her head, "This time is different." She scanned around quickly to see if the others were listening and whispered, "Remember that saying, keep your friends close but enemies closer? That man has a lot of experience in fighting and tending wounds, much more than you or I do. And her. She's wounded but she's still brave enough to be a look out. I bet nothing could ever-" "Eeep!" The two winced hearing her scream and stood up, ready for combat. But all they ever saw was a rat scurry out of the room. Talia had knocked over a box trying to get away from it, breathing heavily. Dante folded his arms and raised an eyebrow, " You were saying?" "Do us a favor and don't be a snobbish -Removed by Moderator- for two seconds. That is, if you even can," His sister murmured low before head over to make sure Talia was ok.
Dante narrowed his eyes a bit. He still didn't like this situation they had been placed into. But he couldn't really do much other then go along with it and use there capabilities like she said. He hesitantly stood up and moved a bit more out in the open before he sneered a bit tauntingly, "You were scared by a rat when there's much more threatening things lurking out there...? That's pretty sad. At least it wasn't a spider and you didn't blow our cover so my other arm could be shot up..." Alyssa's eye twitched a bit, irritated yet feeling guilty about the reminder and had a staring contest with the ground murmuring, "Everyone has things they dislike ok? You're not a happy camper either when you see the gleam of needles remember?"
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?Lorna Robin Macrae?
With her mind now completely focused on a way out of here, Lorna had nearly forgotten about the loud noise she'd caused just a few moments before. The overhead windows were in poor shape and looked like they'd serve as ample space for her to squeeze out of... But, on second thought, the edges looked pretty jagged and would more likely than not leave holes in her clothes and perhaps even some slices in her skin. Wouldn't want to get infected now... But it was that or get spotted by some potentially hostile people. She decided on taking the window route. Lorna scanned the sky after examining the windows from her position against one of the lopsided shelves.
The sun was sinking lower, and shadows crept slowly along the buildings outside. In her personal experience, the cyborgs frequented the streets mostly during the day, with just a few scattered patrols out in the darkest part of the night. They had to be specialized for the job, equipped with night-vision, or else people would be likely to escape. However, knowing that there were fewer robotic humans comforted Lorna a bit. She'd take the risk of being spotted tonight over the inevitable meeting of multiple cyborgs in these last dying hours of the day. For now, she'd just wait it out until she judged the time to be right.
Might as well see if I can't pick something up of their conversation. She straightened up and set her pack down lightly on the ground before moving closer to the door. Timidly turning the lock so that it wouldn't open if someone happened to hear her inside, she leaned back against the door and slid gently to the floor. She tilted her head and pressed one ear on the hollow metal door. Their words were muffled outside, but she knew by the lack of too much urgency in their voices that she'd gone - for the most part - unnoticed. Lorna closed her eyes and focused just on listening, trying hard to discern one voice from another. Sounds like... four... or five? Two deeper than the others. As she tried to listen deeper, she unconsciously slipped into sleep, breathing lightly out of pure habit.
(Silly idle post. I can do more later on. x3)
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