《Human After All》A Role Play

[Garjzla]

(Gar, could you have Hans find out the information given by Artemis is false, and have her brought her upstairs to be killed? I don't want to make you able to follow through so you can kill her, because Jaxson might help her escape, but you hurt her really bad if you want to

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(Sure, but doesn't planning everything out kind of ruin the idea of role playing?

I'll do it sometime tomorrow or on Wednesday. But I am currently last-minute remembering a poem, so writing long planned out things is not manageable at this moment.
Have you tried remembering Kubla Khan right before bed? If you have, you know my struggle. I must stop procrastinating.

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[Garjzla]

Aya went outside to take a quick break from work. The business had died down a little, and the nurses were taking care of the patients, so she didn't have much to do now. Which was a relief, honestly.
Sitting on a bench outside of her hospital, she rubbed her still sore neck and subtly looked at her wrist. Underneath her bracelets, the foundation was rubbing off and her branding was slightly visible.
"I need to find a way to cover this..." She muttered quietly. The first suggestion that came to mind was a tattoo...But who would give her a tattoo and not tell others that she was a clone? The only solution she could think of would involve immediately killing the person, and given the fact she was a surgeon, she wasn't really a fan of doing that...But a tattoo would make her life extremely convenient, and less dangerous.

She sat there, still and silent, as she thought of her possible options.

 

[Run Wild]

"Okay, well," Jaxson turned to leave, but stopped at the doorway. "I'll have some water sent in ASAP and perhaps I can procure a meal," he said thoughtfully.

Artemis nodded her head in silence without looking up. She wanted to thank him, but reminded herself that his previous words proved he didn't care.

 

[silkiecuddles]

Artemis nodded her head in silence without looking up. She wanted to thank him, but reminded herself that his previous words proved he didn't care.

Jaxson stepped out to check in with the other prisoners before Vanessa returned, but there wasn't time because she turned onto the hallway he was on as he stepped out of the cell.
"Hey," Vanessa called out to get his attention.
He looked at her, then his watch, then her again. "You're late," he said, chuckling softly.
Vanessa prided herself on always being where she needed to be at the exact time asked of her, so whenever she was late, he liked to rub it in.
"Or maybe you're early," she said, grinning. "Ever thought about it that way?"
Jaxson shook his head 'no'. He then changed the subject to her. "How was your meeting? Everyone still alive?"
Vanessa waved aside his second question, answering the first with a simple, "Fine," before turning the subject on him and his afternoon. "Is Artemis okay?" She asked, genuinely concerned.
"Yeah, she's fine. She still has a headache, but Mythe didn't do anything drastic to her." Lowering his voice, Jaxson continued. "He used something he had made to loosen her tongue a little. Figuratively, of course. He was going over the information when we left, but I'm guessing he wasted no time in getting it to Han."
Vanessa looked at him, expectant for more information, but it seemed that would have to wait. It wouldn't be good for them at all if they looked to be plotting something.

 

[Run Wild]

Name: Brooklyn
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Species: Clone
Type of Human; C.M.I./Contender (Optional.): Contender
Personality: Charming, Naive, Dedicated, Observent, Steady and a Skilled Opponent to any who attempts to hurt those she cares for.
History: Brooklyn has no recollection of her past. Her memories began when she awoke in a hospital with a head injury that kept her bed ridden in a hospital for six months and wounds that have not faded six years afterwards. She knows nothing of her true identity, or her family, the single clue of her past being named Brooklyn after being said by the nurses at the hospital that that was were she had been found. Once released from the hospital she entered the military and rose to highest ranks within only a short period of time due to her unknown, preprogrammed fighting skills. Her began to be questioned after four years of service when she was assigned to track down a group of Mira and kill them. She escaped without harming the Mira and disappeared from the militaries records. She then began a life apart from the military by caring for Mira.
Picture/Description:

Prisoner/Captor/Neither: Neither. Brooklyn secretly helps care for the Mira by housing then at a mansion hidden in the woods which she inherited from her friend, a Contender. She doesn't live at the mansion, but rather a one-story house centered in the heart of Brooklyn. She hopes, that for this reason, if one of the C.M.I. agents tracked her, she would lead them to house, where there was no proof that she hid Mira in second home a few hours distance away.
Motives: After spending six months in hospital room with no one to hold her hand through the pain or speak comforting words to her she vowed that she would help as many Mira refuges of the war as possible so that even if they were to die, that wouldn't have died without that they were loved and cared for.
Weapon: A Swiss Army knife clipped on the outside of her pocket, and a pistol hung from her hip.
Username: Run Wild
Other: Brooklyn knows nothing of clones, or that she is one. She knows that the tattoo on her wrist has something to do with her past, but thinks no more of it as it is covered by the wrists she wears whether or not she is perfecting her fighting skills.

 

[Run Wild]

(Awesome and pretty character!) Simeon looked upon the small house from a block down, eyeing if anyone were to enter.

(Thanks, took me a while )
Brooklyn walked throughout the small house shutting off lights, except for one whose light lead her back to her room. There set her phone on the night stand and crawled wearily into her bed to sleep.

 

[Skoytl]

(Thanks, took me a while )
Brooklyn walked throughout the small house shutting off lights, except for one whose light lead her back to her room. There set her phone on the night stand and crawled wearily into her bed to sleep.

Simeon smiled, and quickly moved to the house back door. He slowly and expertly picked it open, then slunk inside. A small light was emanating from a bedroom, and movement was heard from it. The target was in there, in bed, but not yet asleep. He quickly rushed in and pointed his pistol at her head. He ordered coldly "Hands against the wall."

 

[Run Wild]

Jaxson stepped out to check in with the other prisoners before Vanessa returned, but there wasn't time because she turned onto the hallway he was on as he stepped out of the cell.
"Hey," Vanessa called out to get his attention.
He looked at her, then his watch, then her again. "You're late," he said, chuckling softly.
Vanessa prided herself on always being where she needed to be at the exact time asked of her, so whenever she was late, he liked to rub it in.
"Or maybe you're early," she said, grinning. "Ever thought about it that way?"
Jaxson shook his head 'no'. He then changed the subject to her. "How was your meeting? Everyone still alive?"
Vanessa waved aside his second question, answering the first with a simple, "Fine," before turning the subject on him and his afternoon. "Is Artemis okay?" She asked, genuinely concerned.
"Yeah, she's fine. She still has a headache, but Mythe didn't do anything drastic to her." Lowering his voice, Jaxson continued. "He used something he had made to loosen her tongue a little. Figuratively, of course. He was going over the information when we left, but I'm guessing he wasted no time in getting it to Han."
Vanessa looked at him, expectant for more information, but it seemed that would have to wait. It wouldn't be good for them at all if they looked to be plotting something.

Artemis sat on her bed beginning to notice the effects of the first shot Mythe injected her with. "He drugged me." She growled angrily. She had noticed feeling different, in way that couldn't quite be explained. Maybe it was the whispers in her head that made her want to do things that her nature fought to prevent, but it wasn't until now that she realized why.

 

[Run Wild]

Simeon smiled, and quickly moved to the house back door. He slowly and expertly picked it open, then slunk inside. A small light was emanating from a bedroom, and movement was heard from it. The target was in there, in bed, but not yet asleep. He quickly rushed in and pointed his pistol at her head. He ordered coldly "Hands against the wall."

Brooklyn heard noises and swiftly rose from her bed with haste, being sure to take her knife with her, which was kept under her pillow, as she went to the bedroom door. She reached to open the door as it was flung open and a pistol pressed against her temple. Instinctively she raised her knife and pressed it against the man's jugular with a trembling hand. "Don't move." She ordered harshly, paying no heed to his words.

 

[Skoytl]

Brooklyn heard noises and swiftly rose from her bed with haste, being sure to take her knife with her, which was kept under her pillow, as she went to the bedroom door. She reached to open the door as it was flung open and a pistol pressed against her temple. Instinctively she raised her knife and pressed it against the man's jugular with a trembling hand. "Don't move." She ordered harshly, paying no heed to his words.

(so, gotta find a reason for him not to kill her and for them to possibly become friends...hard. Maybe he knows about her past?) Simeon kicked her abdomen as hard as he could, sending her to the floor. He had the better ranged gun, and pointed it at her again. He ordered "Do not move."