《Human After All》A Role Play

[Skoytl]

Brooklyn listened to him with understanding shining in her eyes. "It's alright. We've all been hurt by the war in our own ways, put we can't categorize anyone because of it; not all people are bad, and neither is Mira."

Simeon looked at her, a bit confused, and said "That's fine. I just suppose I am a man who has nothing left to love. And that isn't very enjoyable." He had never expressed himself so openly to anyone before. He continued "And I can't go back to the C.M.I., so I've got nothing to fight for. Guess that means I'm here until I die.", he chuckled.

 

[Run Wild]

"Well, whatever you think I am, you're wrong." Aya lied stubbornly. "People ask me what I am nearly everyday. And they sometimes even have the audacity to see for themselves." She pried off her bracelets and presented her wrist, that had a brand on it concealed with foundation.
"But there is no evidence that I'm a clone, so you can shut your mouth."

"You're a terrible liar." Devine admitted fearlessly. He turned around and walked away. It was pointless to discuss an issue with soomeone who wouldn't stop lying to his face when he knew the truth.

 

[Run Wild]

(Sure. Though I need to do school, clean the house, and make a cake for my Mom's birthday (she's currently gone, though) so I'll be kind of busy.)

(OK )

 

[silkiecuddles]

(Frustrating, hate when that happens )
Artemis paid close attention. She felt a small heartache erupt at the thought that he would not come with her. What had she expected??? Tossing away the realizations that she had growing affections for Jaxson, she nodded her head in understanding of his instructions.

"Good. Now, I'm going to inject myself with this. It's a sedative. It'll make your next step easier," Jaxson explained as he uncapped the needle. "After you shoot that camera, then I need you to slap, punch, whatever will leave a mark to my face." He couldn't help but chuckle a little despite himself.

 

[Run Wild]

Simeon looked at her, a bit confused, and said "That's fine. I just suppose I am a man who has nothing left to love. And that isn't very enjoyable." He had never expressed himself so openly to anyone before. He continued "And I can't go back to the C.M.I., so I've got nothing to fight for. Guess that means I'm here until I die.", he chuckled.

"I once felt that way." Brooklyn stated quietly. "Sometimes, I revert to that thinking. That when.." Brooklyn paused, with a sigh. Unsure if she should continue to tell her past. Instead, she pulled back her hair to reveal 50 stitches that marked her head from the center of her hairline all the way down the back of her head and down her neck in a perfect, terrifying scar. It was obvious that whoever had hurt her, had purposely cut her open with great skill with the intent of using her brain in some unknown way.

 

[Run Wild]

"Good. Now, I'm going to inject myself with this. It's a sedative. It'll make your next step easier," Jaxson explained as he uncapped the needle. "After you shoot that camera, then I need you to slap, punch, whatever will leave a mark to my face." He couldn't help but chuckle a little despite himself.

Artemis eyes widened in innocence. "I.. I, can't do that." She didn't want to hurt Jaxson, and couldn't believe that he was asking her to.

 

[Garjzla]

"You're a terrible liar." Devine admitted fearlessly. He turned around and walked away. It was pointless to discuss an issue with soomeone who wouldn't stop lying to his face when he knew the truth.

Aya sighed and shook her head. She was tempted to say something else, but he had no evidence about what she was, so there was no point in worrying. It most likely wouldn't come back to bite her later.
Well, so much for some stargazing Aya thought to herself, checking her phone and deciding that it was too late to stay out any longer. Besides, she didn't trust that guy she had just had a conversation with, and would rather be sure that she was ready for work tomorrow than look at some stars that were in the same place in the sky everyday.
Putting her phone back in her pocket, she swiftly headed back to the city, cursing at how late it had gotten.

 

[Skoytl]

"I once felt that way." Brooklyn stated quietly. "Sometimes, I revert to that thinking. That when.." Brooklyn paused, with a sigh. Unsure if she should continue to tell her past. Instead, she pulled back her hair to reveal 50 stitches that marked her head from the center of her hairline all the way down the back of her head and down her neck in a perfect, terrifying scar. It was obvious that whoever had hurt her, had purposely cut her open with great skill with the intent of using her brain in some unknown way.

Simeon looked at the scar with wonder and horror. He replied "Well, I suppose you have a job with the Contenders. I guess you should start that up again." He then asked " want me to look at the wound?"

 

[silkiecuddles]

Artemis eyes widened in innocence. "I.. I, can't do that." She didn't want to hurt Jaxson, and couldn't believe that he was asking her to.

"You have no choice," Jaxson said flatly. He injected the needle in his arm and looked up. "I'm not asking you to knock me out. I saved you that trouble by using this, now you just have to make it look like you're why I'm out," he explained. "Please, shoot the camera and get on with this. We don't have much time."

 

[QuackSpeak]

Charlie took out a pistol from the inside of his coat.
"Yep. I always am." He stated. "Are you? Because I have a feeling whoever is coming didn't bring a knife to a gun fight." Charlie pointed his gun at the entrance of the alley, though he didn't plan to shoot immediately. The person could be anyone, and killing someone wasn't Charlie's instinct.

Trixie bit her lip. She hadn't thought of that; had barely registered that a gun could do so much more than a knife. "It's okay. I'll manage," Trixie said, ignoring the small part of her that rejected her statement. "Maybe I'll throw it, or something. I can handle myself. And you don't have to protect me," she added, stepping to stand next to Charlie, instead of behind him. Her heart was in her mouth, so loud that she marveled that Charlie couldn't hear it.
The gunshots and footsteps came closer, forcing Trixie's muscles to tense, her hand at the knife on her hip. Her stomach had a horrid, achy feel to it. I won't feel the pain if they put a bullet through my head, Trixie joked dryly.
All of a sudden, a large group of men and women rounded the corner, clad in black, with guns at their shoulders. "We are the C.M.I," one of them said. "And we are prepared to shoot."