《Human After All》A Role Play

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(Do you mean contender?)

Jaxson rubbed the back of his neck as he thought. "I'll see what I can find out about Caden. For now, just do your best to lay low and not irritate anyone, okay?" Not that she had an irritating disposition, but anything to rile up Han and Mythe now would just lead to more trouble. "Give them what you can without endangering anyone, including yourself."
(Yes, he is a Contender but she's saying he worked for the C.M.I. to spy for the Contenders ;) )
Artemis thought his last comment was unnecessary. There was no point in protectong herself since either choice she made would most likely ead to her death. But she agreed anyway. "Thank you." She called sincerely.
 
(Yes, he is a Contender but she's saying he worked for the C.M.I. to spy for the Contenders ;) )
Artemis thought his last comment was unnecessary. There was no point in protecting herself since either choice she made would most likely lead to her death. But she agreed anyway. "Thank you." She called sincerely.
Satisfied, Jaxson smiled to himself, glad to have a goal to work for in the immediate. "I'll try to stop by later," he said, before leaving. Regrettably, he couldn't leave the floor yet. He still had a shift to finish.
 
Satisfied, Jaxson smiled to himself, glad to have a goal to work for in the immediate. "I'll try to stop by later," he said, before leaving. Regrettably, he couldn't leave the floor yet. He still had a shift to finish.
Artemis stayed by the door until Jaxson's footsteps receded. She then moved back to the cot, thinking it would be suspicious if she was found waiting by the door.
 
(Alright. I made a post on Devine, your turn to write more on Aya ;) )

Aya finished her shower, got dressed in proper work attire, and sat in front of her mirror to do her makeup.

She looked at her frowning face as she swiped some concealer from her container. She wanted to cover up the scratches she had obtained from the whole not-real-brother encounter, and if anybody who picked up on her weird moods at work said anything about her more heavily-applied makeup, because they read into absolutely everything, she'd just have to say that she still had acne problems.

Her owl-like eyes then drifted to her branded wrist with a small sigh. She had heard stories of clones mutilating their hands and wrists to free themselves from both the aliens and the humans. They sliced off layers of skin to remove the ink that was embedded deep into their skin, or completely removed their hands and handicapped themselves. But of course, everyone caught on. The clones who shed their blood for their safety had given themselves away, and anyone who was mysteriously handicapped or had a large square scar from peeled skin was immediately suspected and 'taken care of'.

But you couldn't suspect everyone, could you? Aya often wondered what would happen if she sliced her wrists beyond belief. There wouldn't be enough room to reveal her brand, the thing that showed a whole new side of her. Would they just think she was a crazy cutter who couldn't give herself a break, or would they still know the truth?

Of course, even if she did do that, it wouldn't matter. They knew who she was obviously, and plastic surgery was never an option. She considered it nearly everyday, but not only would it probably not change her appearance enough to become unrecognizable, it was also extremely illegal for any doctor to do because it could help others hide from the government.

Looking back at her makeup, she shrugged and applied a layer of dust that was created to cover your flaws. But she had too many to cover.
 
(Such a good post! She can turn him in to the C.M.I. if you want, I'm fine, either way.)
Devine left the shelter of the abandoned building. Dressed in dark clothing he emerged from the alley to walk along the sidewalks. He was more confident in his trust of Aya, but he doubted that she would help him find the murderer of his sister. To her it was violence, to him revenge.
Devine rounded the back of a broke down building. He knocked once at the graffiti that marked the door, then again in a succession of three knocks. He waited to meet his boss, but their was no answer. He thought about how odd it was that his boss wasn't here, since this is where they met once a week, when is phone began vibrating within his pocket.
 
Devine rounded the back of a broke down building. He knocked once at the graffiti that marked the door, then again in a succession of three knocks. He waited to meet his boss, but their was no answer. He thought about how odd it was that his boss wasn't here, since this is where they met once a week, when is phone began vibrating within his pocket.

Aya was finally ready for an assuredly long day at work, and decided that she better hurry before she'd be unfashionably late again. She didn't really have a car, since it was left at her hospital, so she'd have to walk. In these stupid high heels she always wore.

Thankfully the week wasn't very busy at all as there weren't really any surgeries, so she hadn't missed much. But still, everyone at her workplace hated people who couldn't make it to work and therefore made it inconvenient for others, rightfully so.

Her lungs filled with a dreadful, strained breath as she looked up at the creme-colored hospital building, and then to the large ceder wood sign with her own name on it. This was the place where she was almost taken, and she hoped to God that that would never happen again.

She was sure she was stupid to hope.

She was immediately greeted with questions as she entered the glass doors, for one of her fellow surgeons was standing right there chatting with a patient who was dealing with a lapful of paperwork. And as the door closed behind her, not a second went by before he looked straight at her, obviously expecting her to come soon.

"I'll leave you for a bit to let you fill that paperwork in, alright?" He told the woman and she smiled politely as he walked away, looking Aya up and down with his rather concerned eyes as he crossed his arms.

"So, finally decided to join us in this thrilling job of paperwork and brains?"

Aya sighed and didn't meet his eyes,
"I know you're expecting me to have some detailed explanation, but all I have to say really is that I'm sorry for every inconvenience I've caused by not being here. Something came up, and it was rather personal."

He did not look convinced in the least. She may have really done it this time, and she wasn't sure how to dig herself out of this hole.

"Aya...You left your car in the parking lot, you left without any warning. I know you have problems of your own, but at this point I'm not convinced that they should be kept personal. Everyone here agrees with me on that. You're kind of out of time."

Yep. I've run out of excuses.
 
(Forget my last post, I wasn't as inspired so I'm going to replace it with this. I just had this great idea for plot delopment!!!)
Devine walked through the city, but not towards a destination. He'd taken this path enough times to walk it while his mind was someplace else. It was easier for him to concentrate while his feet were moving. When he finally got board of replaying the scenes from the last day, and imagining what he should have done differently, he looked to find himself across the street from the hospital. Had he subconsciously brought himself here? He couldn't understand why, since he had nothing to say to Aya and she would be working at this hour anyway. He crossed the street but stopped himself in front of the hospital door. To distract himself from the temptation of visiting Aya he stepped aside to the opening of an alley. He hadn't comunnicated with his boss since his interaction with Aya, and he was surely impatient at this point to hear of his progress. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts. Devine was about to hit call when two strong hands gripped his shoulders and dragged him backwards into the alley.
 
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(Forget my last post, I wasn't as inspired so I'm going to replace it with this. I just had this great idea for plot delopment!!!)
Devine walked through the city, but not towards a destination. He'd taken this path enough times to walk it while his mind was someplace else. It was easier for him to concentrate while his feet were moving. When he finally got board of replaying the scenes from the last day, and imagining what he should have done differently, he looked to find himself across the street from the hospital. Had he subconsciously brought himself here? He couldn't understand why, since he had nothing to say to Aya and she would be working at this hour anyway. He crossed the street but stopped himself in front of the hospital door. To distract himself from the temptation of visiting Aya he stepped aside to the opening of an alley. He hadn't comunnicated with his boss since his interaction with Aya, and he was surely impatient at this point to hear of his progress. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts. Devine was about to hit call when two strong hands gripped his shoulders and dragged him backwards into the alley.

As Aya's coworker/employee stood in front of her with his arms crossed and his eyebrows raised, her mind wandered to the options she had within milliseconds, trying not to take too long so he wouldn't grow suspicious.

She could indeed fire him...She was the CEO, anybody who bothered her could just be kicked out no questions asked. But at the same time, he was a good friend and a good doctor and really had no reason to be fired. Yes, he was nosy pretty often, but who wouldn't be with her around?

And then there was fake family option. There was a dying cousin, or maybe said cousin or good friend was even an alien or clone himself and she was trying to help him. He would definitely respect that...And it was a lot safer than saying she was a clone.

And she could also say she had a drug problem she was trying to fix or something...Which would totally make her lose her job and she'd go to jail.
And then the C.M.I would be able to find her extremely easily...
So it wouldn't be helpful at all.

But then there was a distraction. A distraction that may or may not bide her time.

"That was weird." He muttered, looking straight past Aya's ear and towards the glass doors.

"What?" Aya asked, in her fake confused voice that was just a little more feminine and high than her usual tone. She hoped that whatever had caught him off guard occupied him for just a little too long.

"There was a guy walking towards the doors. I could have sworn that he was going to walk in, he looked straight inside..." He paused for a few moments before shrugging it off, "Eh, maybe it's just another one of those weird homeless people. Always looking for a place of hospitality to hide out in for the night."
 
As Aya's coworker/employee stood in front of her with his arms crossed and his eyebrows raised, her mind wandered to the options she had within milliseconds, trying not to take too long so he wouldn't grow suspicious.

She could indeed fire him...She was the CEO, anybody who bothered her could just be kicked out no questions asked. But at the same time, he was a good friend and a good doctor and really had no reason to be fired. Yes, he was nosy pretty often, but who wouldn't be with her around?

And then there was fake family option. There was a dying cousin, or maybe said cousin or good friend was even an alien or clone himself and she was trying to help him. He would definitely respect that...And it was a lot safer than saying she was a clone.

And she could also say she had a drug problem she was trying to fix or something...Which would totally make her lose her job and she'd go to jail.
And then the C.M.I would be able to find her extremely easily...
So it wouldn't be helpful at all.

But then there was a distraction. A distraction that may or may not bide her time.

"That was weird." He muttered, looking straight past Aya's ear and towards the glass doors.

"What?" Aya asked, in her fake confused voice that was just a little more feminine and high than her usual tone. She hoped that whatever had caught him off guard occupied him for just a little too long.

"There was a guy walking towards the doors. I could have sworn that he was going to walk in, he looked straight inside..." He paused for a few moments before shrugging it off, "Eh, maybe it's just another one of those weird homeless people. Always looking for a place of hospitality to hide out in for the night."
Increasing pressure was forced on Devine's shoulders, making him defenseless with his hands behind his back. Something cold closed around his wrists. At first he felt nothing, but then the cold touch turned to heat. Surprised by the burning sensation he nearly missed the voice behind him. "Our boss isn't happy with you." He sneered tauntingly in Devine's ear. He struggled to look behind him when movement in the shadows was seen in the corner of his eye. He turned back in time to see the first punch land in his gut. Devine groaned, but stiffened in hate at both men's snickers. The handcuffs heat deepened to a crippling pain that spread throughout his body. All he could do was keep from doubling over as one man held him in place while the other threw punches at his gut and side. "Alright, that's enough." Announced a third man Devine hadn't realized was standing nearby, observing. "I'd like to speak with him." His voice was low, but both men immediately moved aside to obey. Devine struggled to stand on his own, and face the man approaching him. "My boss has a message," The man began, clearly pleased by Devine's state, "He wants you to stop looking for him.." "And if I don't?" Devine muttered dazily. "And if you don't," the man clarified, "you won't be alive to avenge your sister." Devine focused his vision long enough to glare up at the man. Nothing was clear in the moment except for a single thought: "How did you find me?" The man smiled broadly with that question. He slowly walked behind Devine. The surroundings went silent, then there was a click and the tip of a knife was felt pressing against the dip in his right shoulder. He could feel the drops of blood oozing from the old wound. Devine stifled a low moan. "He heard there was a man with the same scars as someone he thought he killed." A million ideas came to mind with that admonition; Devine was momentarily distracted from seeing the man standing infront of him. With blurry vision he looked to see the fist flying towards his face. "Good night." The final punched knocked him straight into unconsciousness.

(Devine's unconscious so that Aya can find him either when she's on break, or finished with work. That way she doesn't have to leave her job ;) )
 

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