BlessedWrath

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Granted, her diminished capacity did little to aid her search, but the chemical cocktail brewing inside her was more than enough to compensate for the handicap of a minor head injury. The serum was but one ingredient of that cocktail; the others consisted of fear, adrenaline and the sheer will to survive. Sam did not know how she knew they were being tracked; just that they were. It seemed strange to her that she could be so certain about it, but in the seconds that it took her to run her fingers across the device, she recounted the number of times she'd felt that certainty over the course of the last week. To her, it was the same as if she'd already read and memorized a book before she'd even seen it; as if she'd already seen a brand new television show and just didn't remember the outcome, despite her ability to predict who this week's villain was and what his plans were for the "good guys". It was with that level of certainty that she plucked the third button from Jenna's blouse, with that level of certainty that she knew precisely what the device really was and what it was intended for.

"Got it," she said sleepily. "I need a hair pin; something metal. Keys, staple, paper clip...doesn't matter."

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Although I do not believe in that custom, I wish you well with it and congratulate you for it. May your life with your mate be filled with success and joy.

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Are you guys waiting on me? I'll get something written soon.

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Which is why TitanPad is the best invention ever.

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dpickle said
Don't worry team, we've got Pharmaceutical Man to the rescue.Also let me know if I overstepped my bounds in regards to effecting other player characters. I'm not sure what the rules are in regard to that.

Typical roleplayer etiquette is to "attempt" an action, and leave the result of that action up to the other player. If, for instance, I wanted to strike your character, I would initiate the action, but not post a "hit". That would be up to you. Good roleplayers use the description of the action to gauge whether the action should be successful. The characters' skills often affect this interaction. For example, Sam's no combat expert, thus she got bounced off the side of the van when it tipped.

For what it's worth, I don't see anything in your post which would constitute posting a reaction for somebody else's character.

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Edited my last post to eliminate redundant wording. I hate it when I use the same words over and over in the same paragraph. >_>

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Branches lurched across her field of vision. She could not keep her head straight, giving them all the appearance of leafy giants, looming over her, mocking her predicament. The sound of voices seemed so distant, despite their immediate proximity. She stumbled over a root and slammed into the tree to which it was connected. The pain in her shoulder did not immediately register; the sensation of falling and the branches spiraling out of control overhead were all she could take in. Disjointed images of blurred faces and the murmur of panicked discussion faded into oblivion as she clawed at the trunk of the tree, trying to regain her footing. She tried to speak, but managed only a weak moan.

In the moments which followed, Sam could not remember how she had gotten to this strange place in the woods. There were unfamiliar faces surrounding her and she knew she was in trouble, but for that moment, she did not know why. As she struggled to her feet, she searched for the memory which was meant to be attached to her pounding heart, but found only confusion. She found herself thinking of other things -trivial, irrelevant things- instead of her current situation. Why was it so hard to concentrate?

The first tentative steps were shaky as her shattered equilibrium threatened to throw her to the ground again, but she managed to lay hands on Jenna's shoulders. From there, she seemed to be searching for something. The placement of her hands was too specific to be coincidental.

"Tracking," she slurred. "Got to find it."

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My vote is that Rockman performs MeatShield(TM) duty until the baddies run out of bullets, then we pound 'em. ^_^

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I desperately wanted to have Sam do something to rig the van as a distraction, but without her tools and at level one? Yeah, that's not likely. It's more realistic to have her just flee.

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Just as she felt as though she would begin to understand the circumstances controlling her life, those circumstances were forcibly jumbled by the impact of vehicles against their would-be rescuers. She'd seen it before in movies, but was unprepared for the reality. The action star was always able to keep the vehicle on track, no matter who was trying to run him off the road. He always managed to foil at least two or three of them, sending them careening off into the ditch with impressive explosions and stock screams. But this was no movie, and their driver was not a professional stunt man. Her mind engaged from the first nudge, but she had nothing to use. Her captors were unpredictable, and without her tools she could not hope to be of any help.

The brief struggle for control ended when the van was taken off its wheels. Sam tried to keep her balance, but the interior of the van rotated without warning. She bounced off of the roof and landed hard. She heard sharp cracks and pops, people yelling. For her, the world stopped.

"Head to the thicket." was all she heard before the rush of blood drowned her ears. The sting she'd felt earlier receded as she went into shock. There was a strange wonder in it; how everything else seemed so far away now. Her vision swam as she struggled to maintain balance.

Head hurts, she mused. Not much time.

The gunmen would never be able to target them through the cloud of sand, and if Sam had had her wits about her she would have known that. She certainly would have had the presence of mind to retrieve her notebook from between the seat cushions. Instead, she scrambled through the open door and wound her way through to the thicket.

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