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STATUS: For the same reason it was able to gather its power, I will not bow to it. Freedom is for everyone; not just the loudest voice. 7 yrs ago
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For the same reason it was able to gather its power, I will not bow to it. Freedom is for everyone; not just the loudest voice.
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7 yrs ago
In the wise words of Ebeneezer Scrooge: "Bah humbug."
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7 yrs ago
Sometimes, "cheap" is the most expensive thing you can do.
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7 yrs ago
Back in the RP Pool. If you have an idea (and it's not 100% smut) messag me! ^_^
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7 yrs ago
If you can't support your argument...you don't have an argument.
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I return from a long hiatus, in the hopes that roleplaying has once again returned to the art of inclusive storytelling. Prove me right and I will stay. Prove me wrong and I will go.
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I'm allergic to thermonuclear detonations.
That which aids the story can not be a bad thing.
”Let me guess...” Ranae started gently, but projecting her voice. ”You two were near or on a bus crash last week - on Saturday?” Ranae was going to be surprised if they answered no.
Sam's field of vision bobbed slowly, accompanied by the distant sensation of her neck muscles contracting and extending. Vague awareness of her answer to Ranae's question followed shortly after. Bit by bit, she caught up with herself. Sound came back into her grasp of reality, first with the rush of blood through her ears and her pounding heart. She swallowed hard and forced herself to look at both of them.
Perhaps they didn't know yet. They were certainly clothed differently from the doctors, which pointed her toward a different conclusion. Most people do not go to great lengths to interrogate the insane. They ask their questions, then give the injections. These people asked each other questions, examined their surroundings...these were not the acts of abductors, but the abducted.
That knowledge went a long way toward assuaging her fear, but fear was not replaced with foolishness; her eyes shifted through a range of emotional states, finally settling on suspicion and mistrust. Sam could not decide whether this was better than cardiac arrest brought on by acute emotional stress, but she knew it was safer and more productive. She had her own questions, but they would wait until she knew who to ask them of.
"Yeah," she finally whispered. "Bus crash. Nobody knows how to drive anymore."
Sam's field of vision bobbed slowly, accompanied by the distant sensation of her neck muscles contracting and extending. Vague awareness of her answer to Ranae's question followed shortly after. Bit by bit, she caught up with herself. Sound came back into her grasp of reality, first with the rush of blood through her ears and her pounding heart. She swallowed hard and forced herself to look at both of them.
Perhaps they didn't know yet. They were certainly clothed differently from the doctors, which pointed her toward a different conclusion. Most people do not go to great lengths to interrogate the insane. They ask their questions, then give the injections. These people asked each other questions, examined their surroundings...these were not the acts of abductors, but the abducted.
That knowledge went a long way toward assuaging her fear, but fear was not replaced with foolishness; her eyes shifted through a range of emotional states, finally settling on suspicion and mistrust. Sam could not decide whether this was better than cardiac arrest brought on by acute emotional stress, but she knew it was safer and more productive. She had her own questions, but they would wait until she knew who to ask them of.
"Yeah," she finally whispered. "Bus crash. Nobody knows how to drive anymore."
If there are no objections, I'll go ahead and answer Ranae with a short post. Please notify me if I am out of order.
I'm not sure how responsive Sam will be, given the circumstances, but I can try. She's been through a lot, the poor dear.
I'm current, Izkripp. Otherwise, I'd be happy to advance the story. Fonz keeps telling me to be patient.
Looking forward to the challenges this will certainly provide.
Still interested. Just dealing with IRL concerns.
Oh, yes. It will. It really will.
“Hey, don’t worry. We’ll get this figured out.” Jenna said optimistically as she made her way towards the girl and crouched in front of her with a smile.
Sam locked up completely. Logic should have told her that they were all prisoners, especially since at least one other still had yet to regain consciousness, but the logical mind is far removed from the fight-or-flight response. It was that response that she now attempted to control. Matters were not made any better by the approach of one of the prisoners, even if her gestures seemed genuine and peaceful.
"I won't go back!" she managed, between gasps. She was hyperventilating. There was again the sensation of vibration in her teeth. She felt the dizziness returning, along with a desperate need to retreat from these unknowns. As if she were not aware of it already, her hands probed the wall around her, searching for any minute breach through which she could escape. No such respite was found.
"You can't," she whispered. "I won't go."
And that was all she had to offer. It was clear there was no reasoning with her in this state. She was a caged creature; worse yet, a cornered creature. Visions of violence forced their way to the front of her mind. To her understanding, this was the only outcome. In her world, there was only her and the enemy.
Sam locked up completely. Logic should have told her that they were all prisoners, especially since at least one other still had yet to regain consciousness, but the logical mind is far removed from the fight-or-flight response. It was that response that she now attempted to control. Matters were not made any better by the approach of one of the prisoners, even if her gestures seemed genuine and peaceful.
"I won't go back!" she managed, between gasps. She was hyperventilating. There was again the sensation of vibration in her teeth. She felt the dizziness returning, along with a desperate need to retreat from these unknowns. As if she were not aware of it already, her hands probed the wall around her, searching for any minute breach through which she could escape. No such respite was found.
"You can't," she whispered. "I won't go."
And that was all she had to offer. It was clear there was no reasoning with her in this state. She was a caged creature; worse yet, a cornered creature. Visions of violence forced their way to the front of her mind. To her understanding, this was the only outcome. In her world, there was only her and the enemy.
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