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Post by Veilstar » Mon Jan 14, 2019 1:03 am

The memories caused Evangeline to lose herself once more, a prisoner in her own mind. She could hear and follow what she was told or had to do, she just wasn't really there. Her mind went back to those first few weeks of being dragged around. All the crying she did and the times she had nearly lost her life, sometimes caused by her own hand. The officer didn't let her die though and ended up losing his life so that she'd have her own. That fact wasn't lost on the heiress, in fact she tortured herself over the life that was lost when she hardly wanted her own. The gunshots weren't even registered by Eva as she nodded along with what Misty said. Using the wet cloth to try to clean the blood off her hands.

The tears dripped at a very slow pace as she just knew she had to get it out of her system like usual. No point in hiding them, she didn't have the strength to anyway. It was a few long moments or it felt like it before the young girl finally got it out of her system. Back to taking deep breaths Eva lifted her head up to look around the vehicle she was sitting in. The boy looked about as freaked out as she was, likely less so than her. The woman was keeping an eye out for the man that had gone inside. Crying time was over, now she had to wait and figure out a way she could be somewhat useful. Like they said, she wasn't useless, she just had to find something that she could do. For now they were just waiting but you never know when hell will break lose again.
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Post by CrashJr » Mon Jan 14, 2019 1:58 am

Chris was pushed off Sullivan and attempted to struggle back to his feet, but a swift kick to hi head forced him to stay down. That along with two guns pointing down at him. "I'm gonna kill you...you and that bastard Tajo" Chris growls out looking up to Sullivan, but in return a shot rings out and he feels something hit the side of his head. Although he was sure that he hadn't been shot, mainly do to the man's swollen eye and the fact that the gun was pointed slightly away from him, he was sure sometime hit him.

As he brought his good hand up to his head, feeling the wetness of blood from a new cut on his head he noticed that Sullivan was quickly getting back to the hummer. Turning his head he noticed them, two mutants. Both seemed to be no bigger then labs, but their growls and looks were enough to scare anyone into freezing in place. Getting up slowly the two canine like mutants began to near him, the other man with Sullivan began to back up now. Chris merely chuckled as he watched the man back up, "run, but they'll catch you" he laughs and pulls out his knife with his good hand.

"Come on...come on you mutts, I killed a monster ten times your size. You fucking midgets don't scare me" he calls out. One of the mutants lunges at him while the other sprints to the other man who begins to lay into the monster with every bullet. While that's happening, Chris gets tackled to the ground by the small beast and grabs it by the neck, it bites at Chris wildly, but with the man's hold he had the thing. Although he hadn't factored in the fact that he was holding the things neck with what he believed to be a fractured hand, and the pain of white hot to him. However, he just let it fuel his anger as he slammed his knife into the side of the skull of the mutant and laughed as he stabbed again and again into it. It's blood spraying all over his hands and face.

It was only a second later that he stopped and heard more growling, looking around he could see. At least a dozen were coming from different places, he looked back to the man and didn't see him, but the hummer was still there. He stood and grinned as he had read something from that journal just the night before. And with a sickened grin he leaned down and picked up the mutant corpse stabbing his knife into it and cutting he let blood and guts spill out, but instead of them hitting the ground he poured the insides of the mutant onto himself.

The smell was rancid and a part of him wanted to puke, but he merely smiled as he let the corpse drop and began to walk towards on of the mutants. It growled, but didn't turn to Chris and just starred down the hummer. Turning back Chris grinned and gave a wave back to Sullivan before jogging past a few mutants and headed down an alleyway.

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Post by JoJoTheClown » Sun Jan 20, 2019 2:38 am

Jax grunted at Reznik's suggestion to do both, puasing dor a few seconds before he nodded in agreement. "Right.. but we dont involve Misty. I hate to say i'm wrong, but we dont know what condition she's in. It's probably best if we didnt drag her into the fight." Jax sighed, turning to look at Reznik before turning his head back to everyone else. "So we'll do it.. " His right thumb lifting to point at the man next to him.

Tessa scrunched her brow and looked between the two men. "And how do you plan to do that?" Her question full of skepticism.

"Tajo planned for a crew, lead by Sullivan, to go steal that helicopter in a few days. And Andy Dufresne here and I will be attending." Jax pointed to Reznik again. "But we'll have to think of a plan to.. deal with Tajo's men. Thats where you come in."

"Okay.. but what about the rest of us?" Tessa questioned, her skepticism remaining evident. The young blonde straightened her postured and crossed her arms as she glared at Jax. "We're supposed to just sit here?"

Jax raised his hands in defence, his fingertips pointed upward as he stepped back slightly "No, once we convince them to help us, we'll give you the signal and you set the fires. That should distract them long enough for us to get back and get everyone out."

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Post by Wanderlusst » Sun Jan 20, 2019 3:44 pm

The twins listened to everyone - Cass just wanted out of this hellhole, personally she was ready to run as far away from this place as far as her legs would carry her. As Lydia spoke up, about saving the frozen pizzas for her Cassi gave a small smile with a nod, however she knew they were right, anything done would come back to them, they would have to be ready the moment everything started to go down. Glancing back at Calli, she noticed her sister hadn't said anything, her brows were furrowed together as her eyes were trained on her shoes.

Calli was having a battle of her own, an internal one, on one hand she was all for busting out, but on the other hand, she wanted blood - Tajo's blood for the murders of Jamie and Castor, the two people Calli had cared about deeply were no longer here and it seemed everyone just forgot what had happened to them, like it was nothing, just another death to move past. As she looked up, she saw everyone was coming to a conclusion on what to do, she however needed her space to think, so without a word she turned away and began to head back to the living quarters, every step echoed within in her ears, the buzzing of men around her didn't seem to faze her as she slipped into the hallway and back the way she had came the first time.

Cassi didn't realise Calli walked away as she focused on what everyone else was saying, when Jax announced they'd do what Reznik suggested, both plans, Cassi nodded,"Alright so we'll wait for the signal, should we do the fires in pairs? Or singles?"she looked at Tessa and the others girls, that's when she noticed Calli had walked away, seriously? Where had she gone?She thought.

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It wasn't a far walk, so getting to the women's living quarters didn't take time at all, once she was there, the conversation replayed in Calli's mind, then the thought of what Chris had said to her before, how he wanted to kill Tajo too, both conversations overlapping one another, making it hard for Calli to even think, as she headed to the women's bathroom, she made sure to not arouse suspicion before slipping inside for the second time that day, as she got up onto the bench, Calli slowly unscrewed the screws before pulling the vent cover off, as she looked inside the vent, Calli noticed the knife had been moved.

"Fuck sakes..."she groaned, looking around she made sure she was still alone before she pulled herself up, Calli was a small woman, and the vents were big enough that she just managed to fit, however there was one problem - Calli hated tight spaces, as she laid there, legs hanging from the vent, she closed her eyes and reminded herself to breathe, slowly she calmed down before opening her eyes, as they adjusted to the dark, Calli saw the knife at the far end of the vent.

Slowly she began to wiggle her body up, like an army person, she used her arms to pull herself along. It took a few minutes but she made it, with a smile she grabbed the knife however the victory was short lived when Calli noticed she couldn't exactly turn around or go backwards, tucking the knife inside the back of her jeans she gave a sigh before she looked both ways, without hesitation she went right, hoping she had went the right way, dying in the vents wasn't the way she wanted to go.
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Post by Golden_ » Mon Jan 21, 2019 1:42 pm

Lydia officially felt a tad better, despite the overwhelmingly shitty situation. They had a plan, one that (majority) everyone had agreed upon. Plus, it involved a helicopter - how badass was that? Due to the groups fluidity, Lydia refrained from piping in any more. They were on a role, and besides, she'd already mentioned what was on her mind.

With the hope of escaping brimming over the top, Lydia couldn't help but smile. She'd get away from these people, from Sullivan and his new toy, and find another, even safer place to shack up in. All while doing it with her new, slightly dysfunctional, group of misfits. She draped her one arm around Tessa's shoulder, and the other around Cassi's, before finally speaking. "We'll set some fucking sick fires for you, don't you worry," she muttered.

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Both Sullivan and his accomplice made it back into the truck safely, despite the difficulty to walk and see. It was also rather difficult to breathe without wheezing, but that could just mean he was out of breath. He watched from behind the safety of the truck door as Chris took on one of the two mutants, allowing the second to come straight for the vehicle. Luckily, they had a boatload of shit that they could use to take it out. With a cock of the eyebrow, the accomplice opened the sunroof and began to fire some rounds into the frantic beast.

Once it lay still, Sullivan gave the order to drive. But not without hammering his fist into the steering wheel, setting off the alarm in brief increments. "Jesus, what the fuck?" The accomplice said, watching as a crowd began to move from one side of the intersection. "I want every fucking bastard on him." Despite seeing Chris coat on the innards of one of them, being in a massive swarm of agitated mutants would be harder to survive. Plus, he needed a way to dispose of Lee's body. Hundreds of those things with an appetite for flesh would leave next to nothing. "Now drive! This way," Sullivan ordered, pointing towards a relatively clear direction.

As the accomplice swerved between obstacles, he couldn't help but roll the truck over some speed bumps. While this was happening, Sullivan pulled out the radio Tajo had given him. He'd have to think long and hard about the message he was about to send.

Several bumpy minutes later, they were officially out of town and enroute to the airport.
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Post by JoJoTheClown » Sat Jan 26, 2019 1:43 am

-Time Skip-

The next few days held a dreary tone to them. Morale was low for sure, their escape plan seemingly the only thing that kept everyone focused and together. Aside from that, it was getting colder. The winter months were beginning to show their true colors. Jax hated the fucking cold, usually the peoppe surrounding him would get an earful of complaints of the harsh temperatures. But not even the harsh weather could waiver Haxon's stone like demeanor.

The news of Lee's death hit Jaxon hard, sending him into a useless, statue-esque state. On the outside he appeared calm and quiet, seperated from reality. Which wasn't the man's nature at all. On the inside he was grieving, refusing to let himself show the sadness that he held inside. The tattooed man remained distant from the rest of the group, shutting off communications with the girls for the days leading up to the helicopter mission. Hell, he wouldnt even speak to Reznik when insisted the refine their escape. Part of him broke when Lee died, the last shred of hope that remained for the future, shattered in a matter of moments. Any hope of life returning to the way it once was, ended with the last of his family.

A small cloud of smoke rose into the early morning sky, radiating from the cigarette placed between Jaxon's right index and middle finger. Rather between the skull and heart tattoo's inked onto each respective finger. The morning was still young, the sun yet to peek over the horizon. Today was the day, today they escaped. Though the escape was the farthest thing from Jaxon's mind.

A small puff of the cigarette, emitting a small puff smoke that accompanied the visible breath through the cold air. As the ashes gell to the ground below, gazed out towards the barracks, watching as he sat on a crate near the control tower. Any minute now Jaxon expected to see Sullivan appear, beckoning him to go on their mission. A small grunt at the thought as the tobacco was moved from his fingers to his lips, resting between them. The sound of his cold hands being rubbed together was shut out by the the whipping sound of the wind as it belw through the mostly open area. His eyes squinted as the wind blew by, keeping his gaze focused on the sleeping barracks. It had been days since Jaxon slept himself, and exhaustion had began to take its toll.

Sullivan told them Chris was responsible for Lee's death, and that he wasnt sure if the killer made it out or not. From what it sounded like, Reznik didnt believe him, insisting something felt off about the story. That he had a deal with that man to kill Tajo. It made Jaxon suspicious, but Reznik had no soild proof, and hadnt been much near the man since. Either way, Sullivan had to be taken care of anyway.. How easy that would be remained to be seen.

It wasnt long before Tajo's ugly face appeared near the barracks, rounding everyone up for the mission before them. He was dressed warmly, a thick expensive looking jacket with similar pants. A much different attire than the lacking of warmth his men seemed to be loathing. Since they arrived, Tajo seemed much more stern and straightforward than before, on edge even. It was clear the former drug lord was pissed off about losing three good men, plus two newcommers. Though maybe he was mor pissed about not being able to punish anyone for it. Jax's vision was a tad blurry, though it appeared Tajo was instructing men to load the jeeps with weapons. It was time to load up.

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Post by CrashJr » Sat Jan 26, 2019 4:29 am

The sun shown down on the small town, but there wasn't a heat to the ray's as they were blown away by a cold wind. Winter was soon to come and with it the chances of snow and bitter cold. A dog looking mutant rummaged through trash along the side of a street hunting something that had made noise, a rat maybe. However, unbeknownst to the creature a large figure slowly walked up to the creature and by the time it turned to growl at the figure a blade forced it's way into the creatures head and with a quick twist the creature fell limp to the ground.

Chris, covered in blood and what looked like patches of mutant skins stood up straight and smirked looking down to the mutant. Putting his knife back into it's holster he leaned down and picked up the creature by the leg and dragged it into the nearest alleyway. Placing the limp creature onto the top of a dumpster he pulled out his knife and string before cutting into the creature making sure to not ruin the skin. The process of cutting, and stringing the skin took some time, but when he was finished he quickly wrapped his left leg with the skin and tying it. He'd been doing this the last several days and has been able to cover most of his body in the mutant skin. It kept the creatures away from him, save for one or two that would see through the skins.

As he finished and stood up he put the knife and string away and continued on his search for that Patrick guy. He hated the fact, but he knew that he wouldn't be welcomed back to the base and if he wanted to kill Tajo now then he'd need help. That little runt was far from the backup he wanted, but he was the only one that he knew would maybe trust him since he let him and Lee go. Lee, his mind flashed back to the days prior, Sullivan was going to pay for what he did. He ruined everything, for what? He wasn't sure at that time, but Sully boy was going to get the knife just as bad as Tajo.

Keeping close to the buildings he exited the alleyway and made his way along the street keeping an eye out for anyone or anything. He'd been over this town at least once in the past few days and now would be the second time going around, but maybe he'd get lucky and spot a newly looking barricade or something that was made by surviving members. He needed to find someone, even if it took him forever. He wasn't going to stop until he had the help he needed to storm that damn base and kill Sullivan and Tajo.

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Post by Reznik » Sat Jan 26, 2019 11:05 am

If a man were capable of staring a hole in the ceiling, Reznik would have done so by now. It had been the first night that he had really got any type of rest. Between running around like a chicken with his head cut off getting things ready and prepared for the hopefully successful escape, and trying to consol everyone after word hit about Lee and Patrick.

The fact of the matter was, the story didn’t add up, and it wasn’t concrete either. When Reznik asked to see the bodies, he was surprised that it didn’t result in a confrontation with Sullivan, with the newcomer again challenging his word and authority. Inside Reznik had known Chris long enough that the psycho wouldn’t go against his word like that. And the fact that Tajos men were so reluctant to give any physical proof that the men were dead made Reznik highly suspicious.

Trying to talk with Jax at all now yielded nothing. The man was so closed off, and Reznik couldn’t blame him. Knowning it was a lost cause to keep trying, he did his best to help Cassi, Tess and Addison with what they were going through. He also made a point to do what he could to strengthen his relationship with Calli after the successful rescue of getting her out of the ventilation system. He still couldn’t fathom how the hell she got stuck in there, but the fact of the matter was she was safe and that’s all he cared about.

The sudden movement in the room caught his attention. Rezniks eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of Tajo gathering everyone up. In an attempt to show his compliance for Tajo at least, Reznik stood and gathered his things. He kept the feeling of that last kiss fresh on his mind, then redoubled his efforts mentally to preparing to pull this mission off.

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Everything looked the same, save for the fresh grave that had been dug in a hidden spot beside the bunker doors. The negotiation several days ago thankfully ended peacefully, the same couldn’t have been said for Ryder’s combat helmet. After the girl took a swing with her baseball bat at the bait Ryder put through the door, the talks went smoothly after that.

Things got a little more difficult after that when they got back to the hummer, and Misty had insisted on checking out the gunfire she heard nearby. Reluctantly, and with a little help from her knowing how to convince him, he agreed. That alone led them to recovering one of her group members, though sadly deceased, and what remained of him anyway. Ryder had made the call to take Lees body out of the city for a proper burial, which he did so back at the military base he met Misty at.

Ryder did what he could to help comfort Misty and Patrick after they found Lees body. It was a heart breaking loss for them that he himself understood all too well being a military soldier himself. He also split his time up getting to know Eva a bit better and helping her come out of her state of shock. He even gave her a brief run down and hands on tutorial on how to use and hold a gun, though and unloaded one.

Now as everyone slept, Ryder again spent the night awake, watching live satellite footage of Tajos base. Nothing out of the ordinary had occurred all night, but now the motor pool was buzzing with activity with what seemed like another outing, but on a larger scale. Ryder leaned himself forward a bit, his chin propped up on the tops of his hands as he watched silently.

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Post by Wanderlusst » Sat Jan 26, 2019 5:10 pm

The death of Lee took Cassiopeia, Calli witnessed the moment the woman died herself - nothing was there, the vacancy in her stare was more than Calli could handle, as if all emotions were sucked from her at the moment the news was broken. Calli had wished she had stayed in the vents, she wouldn't have watched someone so tough, so unbreakable, so.. strong... finally break, it scared Calli to a point that she didn't know what to do, Cassi wasn't here anymore, an empty shell had been left, and it was all that man's fault for fucking up their lives, taking everything from Cassi within a few days, the blood boiled within Calli as the name came to mind, Tajo, the man was a monster and he had taken everyone Cassi held dear, away from her. As she sat with her back against the wall, she stared at her sister, her twin sister, someone she had shared her life with since the womb, she wanted to take her pain away, she wanted to help her, as she lifted her gaze she felt tears welling up, as she the conversation from earlier came back to mind, replaying like a broken record.

"Cassi can you please just talk to me!" Calli had waited a few days now, her sister though had showed no signs of speaking to anyone, of showing anything, and Calli was tired of waiting,"please.. it'll help.."

Cassi scoffed, sitting up her eyes blazed with anger, the only emotion Cassi had been capable of,"Help what?! Bring back Castor?! Bring back Leeland?! They're dead, Tajo was fucking right,"she reached up, yanked the locket around her neck off, and threw it across the room,"Nothing in this world is worth loving anymore Calli, nothing."


As she lowered her gaze, it landed back on Cassi, Calli knew she was wrong, there were things worth loving, she wasn't alone, she was far from alone, and no matter how many times they lost, Calli would make sure they always had each other. Standing up, she made sure not to distrub anyone as she headed over to the window, peeking outside she saw the sun slowly beginning to come up, a brand new day, a brand new start, she thought as she leaned her head against the window.
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Post by Veilstar » Sat Jan 26, 2019 5:57 pm

Days had passed since Evangeline had met another group of survivors. Her initial finding of them had involved nearly being shot by some possibly bad men. Thankfully the man named Lee had saved her and kept her from.being caught as well. It was sad to learn that the man that had saved her was now dead. The others seemed pretty badly beaten up over it and she did what little she could to try to comfort them. Death was a thing she was still getting used to, she wasn't scared to admit anymore that she occasionally cried for those she had lost. It would be awhile before she was fully through her own grieving process. The past few days had been better though now that she wasn't alone anymore.

Eva had spent her time trying to get to know the others a little more and figure out the situation they had been in. Apparently their friends were being held and they were trying to figure out a way to help them. She had promised to help them out any way that she could to get their friends back. It was nice to learn about the new friendly version of herself that wanted to help others. The man named Ryder even helped her learn about the ins and outs of the gun that had belonged to police officer. It was still empty but it helped to know how a thing worked before you jump into using it. Maybe if they found some bullets for it he'd even teach her how to properly fire the bloody thing.

Those days were in the past now as a new day was starting. Eva was getting used to being in a group and still woke up pretty early to move on. She had to remind herself of that each day and it felt good. Being alone turned out to be one of her biggest fears in this new world and for now she didn't have to worry about it. Eva woke up in the bunker her new friends had led her to, the intact walls and safety was a comfort. She noted that Ryder wasn't with the others and slowly started to wander around the bunker. The past few days she hadn't had the chance to explore due to breaking out of her state of shock she had been trapped in for so long. Feeling better she now walked around the concrete walls and for the first real time since this hell had been unleashed she felt safe.
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