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Alt-Earth: To Find a Haven in Hell

I hope it was okay that I was being a bit vague at the end; that's just for you to take it in any direction you wish.

Alt-Earth: To Find a Haven in Hell

]Jane stopped dead in her tracks. She was not all that fond of surprises; but rather, she was the type that liked to have everything calculated just perfectly. She exhaled slightly and bit her lip, her expression one of unhappiness. Her surname may as well have been Murphy. The thoughts going through her mind slowly started to develop a pattern, taking a turn in a negative direction, and an all-familiar tingling sensation slowly spread through her skin. It was obvious what was about to happen next, and that point, there was no turning back. She voluntarily relinquished control to the branding on her skin. The tattoos set aglow, slowly flickering with light. Jane felt the slight burning sensation, slowly building up in intensity to the point where she gritted her teeth, but just as fast, a cool wave washing over her while she watched herself slowly become surrounded by the animated, dark shapes.

Her hand naturally fell to her side, though it still maintained its grip on the weapon. Slowly, Jane inched forward, avoiding rushing in blindly. She didn't care for animals, mainly dogs. She was attacked by one when she was a little girl and the incident could have ended a lot worse if her mother hadn't intervened. She didn't care that it was that one dog had went after her, in her mind, they were all the same. Even the little ones that just like to yap away at someone mercy passing by.

The moment Jane stepped through the doorway and turned left, three stems shot out in front of her. She smirked in response, glad that whatever had been wandering around had met its demise.

Alt-Earth: To Find a Haven in Hell

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Alt-Earth: To Find a Haven in Hell

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Alt-Earth: To Find a Haven in Hell

My apologies for the slight delay, work has been crazy.

Alt-Earth: To Find a Haven in Hell

The young woman was famished, but she used every bit of energy to sprint to cover in order to avoid the heavy rain pouring down on her. She hated feeling like a wet dog for as long as she could remember, though she was glad she had finally caught a break. Even though the worn down gas station appeared to be isolated, she obviously wouldn't let her guard down. Jane waited in place as she tried to make out any movement from within the small building located across the lot. Nothing. She shifted her weight, simultaneously placing her hands on her hips.

"Oh yes, they've settled right on the beach. Atlantic Beach down in Jacksonville."

"How do I know you're not lying to me?"

"Why would I? What do I have to gain?" The man smiled, but Jane didn't return the same. Instead, she stared him down, the interaction between the two growing a bit tense.

"Well either way, you believe me and make the trip, or you don't, but you don't find the individual you're looking for," he shrugged his shoulders as if he couldn't care less about her indecision.

"I'm not a fan of rumors, that's all, but I'll bite. I need to find this person."

"A lead is still a lead at the end of the day...I knew you were smart."

"Yeah, I'm sure. Thanks for the tip." Jane put her gun away before walking off, hoping she wasn't being lied to.

She replayed the interaction in her head. Nothing since had gone as planned, to include the horrid weather. Jane weighed her options, and after some mental debate she decided to go over into the main building of the gas station. She would hurry down across the lot, but she wouldn't rush in blind. Once more, she drew her gun and carefully moved forward to avoid any surprises.

Alt-Earth: To Find a Haven in Hell

NAME: Jane Franzese

AGE: 26

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

PERSONALITY: Sarcastic and short-tempered with a low tolerance for the simple-minded, to put it kindly. Most often than not, Jane is rather vocal whenever she feels the need to get the message across. Friendships come and go, and therefore Jane does not mind the least bit to use people if it is beneficial for her in any regard. She finds humor where others will not, but she knows when not to alienate herself as to not end up at a disadvantage from being outnumbered. Maybe she'll let her personality shine through to those around her, or maybe she'll play the part of an angel and make just about anyone believe the facade.

APPEARANCE

EQUIPMENT

Her backpack. In it, one can find the Glock she pried out of her dead father's hand. She also has a flashlight and a pack of batteries, a switchblade, a first-aid kit, numerous food items such as canned goods and granola bars, and water. Items sometimes get traded, but the one thing that remains constant is the gun.

ALIGNMENT

[-3] Jane's tattoos multiply and come to life whenever she experiences increased levels of stress. They take on a physical form, establishing a protective barrier around her. Her tattoos consist of roses, thorns, and other plants. The flowers, which harden dramatically upon release, are there to shield her, while the thorns lash out in offensive strikes to main or kill an opponent. Jane has some control over her tattoos, although they develop a mind of their own if Jane isn't doing too good of a job protecting herself. If a plant is damaged, then it simply ceases to exist and it will slowly reappear on her skin to allow some time to regenerate.

BACKSTORY

With a rather rough upbringing, Jane wasn't the pretty little princess other young girls were made up to be. She was only 8 when one of her father's rivals kidnapped and assaulted her. She wasn't the same after that, and the family knew it, especially her father, Don. He was a very successful underboss up to that point, but ultimately, it was his own careless that led to his demise.

Soon after the incident, Jane was placed into therapy with some of New York's finest psychologists. Numerous sessions, however, did not stop the nightmares from popping up as they pleased. Jane would wake up screaming in the middle of the night covered in sweat with her hair a matted mess, and she could not stop crying after each occurrence. Such late-night horrors caused her life to derail. Her grades slipped well below the average for somebody with her level of intelligence, and she avoided both friends and acquaintances alike at school or out on the streets. Her teachers had countless meetings with her parents, but they would discuss the fact that she was already in therapy and not much else could be done. As the years went by, Jane started acting up in an aggressive manner. What started off as frequent shoving incidents suddenly led to fights, eventually leading to the young girl's suspension after many repetitive episodes.

Only a teenager at that point, Jane got bored of being at home and snuck out whenever she felt like it. She started hanging out with the wrong crowd and soon started drinking, smoking weed, and being involved in petty crimes. She was arrested twice during such period, but after some time she decided she didn't want to be in the spotlight anymore. She'd realized she wanted to find the man who had turned her world upside down, and she wouldn't stop. Hate was the key factor that drove her, and her thirst for vengeance consumed her to the point that it nearly drove her mad.

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

"Come on, get up."

Jane got to her feet, not bothering to argue with her step-father. She already knew he intended on making her take some action. "Where do you want me?"

"No, don't worry about moving the couches, I'll take care of that. Just go to the kitchen and grab the biggest, baddest knife you can find. It's not so much for you to join the defensive line, but I want you to have something to protect yourself with. There are a lot of us in this small space and things may get chaotic."

"But that girl just said--"

"Like I said, go the kitchen. Let her distribute whatever she has to the others, the more the merrier."

His voice was stern, and Jane knew better than to disobey him at a time like this. She was a rebel, but she was also smart, and she knew when to back down. Besides, it's not like he was in the wrong. In the end, they all had to find a way to kill those things trying to kill them.

With that thought in mind, Jane made her way to the kitchen in quick strides. Reality had set in and she was scared as to what they were going to be up against. She'd seen those things before, but to be within such close proximity to one of them made her breath nearly catch in her throat.

On the other hand, Dean moved quickly towards one of the couches. He was able to easily push it in the direction of the front door. The group already had a couple of injured people to be responsible for and he was not about to add to that number, not if he could help it.

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

Dean accepted the snacks offered to him and Jane with a quick "thanks" and a smile, giving the other share to his step-daughter. They weren't necessarily hungry per se, but it was good to eat now before anything happened. The duo were seated on the floor with their backs to the wall, and they simply watched when another group came in as they continued eating. Three newcomers through the door, their arrival not a surprise anymore. It seemed the house they'd found earlier was a hotspot. Or so that's what Jane thought.

"At this rate, we'll be getting kicked out of this place," she whispered with an annoyed look on her face.

"You better change your attitude and stop being selfish. There are beasts out there and no one can be outside," he whispered back to her.

"Great, we'll just die from within..."

"That's enough! Now finish eating."

They both heard the crash from upstairs. Jane froze for a moment, her grip suddenly tightening around the bag of chips. Dean's reaction was to drop his snacks beside Jane and stand up

"What are you doing?" Her voice was shaky as she suddenly grew concerned. She wouldn't allow Dean to go upstairs, not when there were other people there with bigger, better guns who could very well blow the monster away whenever it came for them.

"We've obviously been compromised," he responded.

Jane too got to her feet, standing between Dean and the stairs. That's when the Asian chick and their "friend" went upstairs to investigate. She thought they were suicidal for volunteering themselves, but she wasn't about to say anything. Why not just hold the position and react accordingly instead of looking for trouble? But eventually they came back down not so long after the fact, and she was relieved. It that thing hadn't killed them yet, her and her step-dad would be alright for the time being, though now they had other issues such as trying to kill the damn thing that was still in the house.

"Please stay with me," she begged, hoping he'd agree to her request.

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

Dean glanced over at Jane, giving her a reassuring nod. "Stay put until I get back, I won't be long."

She sighed in response, not wanting to be left alone with those people but not having a choice in the matter. She stared at the man and the girl as they headed towards the bathroom, the thought of offering them her first aid kit momentarily popping up in her mind but it just as quickly diminishing. They'd already been screwed out of a quiet night in the house due to a number of strangers, and to willingly relinquish their supplies wasn't a smart move in her book.

Shaking her head as she walked away, Jane took a few steps before she sat not he couch, not that much time passing when a few others entered the house. To say she was unhappy was an understatement. Now they'd have to worry about surviving the night in a big house with a bunch of strangers, some of which may not have the best intentions in mind. Please hurry up, she thought to herself right before noticing the familiar and utterly terrifying mist slowly beginning to make its appearance from the corner of her eye.

Instinctively, the girl got to her feet and rushed to the garage door, calling out to her step-father who was still outside.

"Hey, get back here, the mist is approaching!"

Jane saw him waving at the man to come back inside, and she was glad Dean was within a reasonable distance. "There are more people inside." The hint of urgency was evidence in her voice.

"It's alright babygirl, we're coming back." Dean was feeling the effects of the alcohol a little less now that they were in a life-threatening situation, his head was clearing and he was already preparing his next move.