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STATUS: Spent the last week in Ecuador. Sorry if replies have been short/nonexistent. Will be back to normal soon! 9 yrs ago
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Spent the last week in Ecuador. Sorry if replies have been short/nonexistent. Will be back to normal soon!
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Whelp, sorry for not posting last night. I'll work on one now.
I'll have a post up later tonight as well.
Gina skipped through the grasslands. Her feet were bare, and she could still feel the morning dew cold against her toes. The moss of the forest provided enough of a cushion for her to tread barefoot without injury. A breeze blew by, her long green skirt flew up all around her. Gina giggled. She took a moment to spin in place, watching the brilliant green envelope her legs, and flow around her like a never-ending current. A second breeze brought her back to her senses. The scent that had drove her here grew stronger. It was sweet, something that reminded her of a time that she no longer remembered. If she had a mother, one of those elegant high heel wearing types, she imagined that this was what her perfume would smell like. The warmness of it surrounded her, and carried her legs in the direction from where it came.
In the sun, Gina’s eyes were bright yellow. Her side-ways pupils were squinting, trying to see through all the light. If Gina could have it her way, the sky would be cloudy every day. “But then I wouldn’t feel this warmth on my back,” she giggled out loud to herself. Gina talked to herself frequently, since it had been a long time since she’d seen anyone else. She forgot how to talk to others, but grew lonely fairly quickly. Talking out loud had become a habit, and Gina used it to pretend like she had others around her. It be honest, she missed her cell mate from before. Even though that time was horrible, there were moments of light to it. Gina tugged on her white tank top, and started to walk faster.
Just as quickly as she had come to the forest, Gina had left it. She stood in a clearing, her white hair reflecting the sunlight to a painful degree, and she let her eyes adjust for a moment. Standing not too far from her was a girl. Well she wasn’t standing, she was more-so dancing. And she wasn’t a girl, but something far more interesting. Gina watched her tail move side to side. For a moment the mutant stood, frozen in her place. This other girl was the most beautiful thing she had seen in a very long time. Before taking another thought to consider her actions, Gina ran.
Gina ran as fast as her legs could carry her, laughing the whole while. She almost tripped on a branch, but righted herself quickly and ran right up to the dancing leopard girl. Without saying anything, Gina grabbed the girl’s hands and started to dance. Her arms pulled to and fro, her hips moving back and forth, and she skipped her feet in time to a music she could only hear in her mind. A huge, childlike smile was plastered to her face, she closed her eyes and started to sing:
“Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes.
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a slot machine.
Get what you want to if you want, 'cause you can get anything.
I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?”
In the sun, Gina’s eyes were bright yellow. Her side-ways pupils were squinting, trying to see through all the light. If Gina could have it her way, the sky would be cloudy every day. “But then I wouldn’t feel this warmth on my back,” she giggled out loud to herself. Gina talked to herself frequently, since it had been a long time since she’d seen anyone else. She forgot how to talk to others, but grew lonely fairly quickly. Talking out loud had become a habit, and Gina used it to pretend like she had others around her. It be honest, she missed her cell mate from before. Even though that time was horrible, there were moments of light to it. Gina tugged on her white tank top, and started to walk faster.
Just as quickly as she had come to the forest, Gina had left it. She stood in a clearing, her white hair reflecting the sunlight to a painful degree, and she let her eyes adjust for a moment. Standing not too far from her was a girl. Well she wasn’t standing, she was more-so dancing. And she wasn’t a girl, but something far more interesting. Gina watched her tail move side to side. For a moment the mutant stood, frozen in her place. This other girl was the most beautiful thing she had seen in a very long time. Before taking another thought to consider her actions, Gina ran.
Gina ran as fast as her legs could carry her, laughing the whole while. She almost tripped on a branch, but righted herself quickly and ran right up to the dancing leopard girl. Without saying anything, Gina grabbed the girl’s hands and started to dance. Her arms pulled to and fro, her hips moving back and forth, and she skipped her feet in time to a music she could only hear in her mind. A huge, childlike smile was plastered to her face, she closed her eyes and started to sing:
“Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes.
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a slot machine.
Get what you want to if you want, 'cause you can get anything.
I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?”
Ehhh.. that post was.. rough. Sorry for the shortness of it. I'll do better next time.
All that Nat knew was one minute she was getting ready to take the rifle, and the next some asshole had grabbed it right out from under her hands. How absolutely rude. Granted, she did the same thing earlier, but this time it was a bit different. The man did not look like he was going to give that back. Nat scrambled backwards a few feet, with her butt still on the ground.
“See?! I'm not infected!... You believe me, right?”
The man was staring at her, holding the gun that she had wanted to grab. Now was not the time to call him rude, or to make an ass out of herself. For all she knew, he was unstable, and that gun would make a pretty nice splatter painting out of her in no time at all. Nataliya managed to find her voice, her Russian accent grew more prominent as she grew nervous, “Uhm.. yea. Whatever you say.” Shit! That still wasn’t very nice she cursed to herself. With a meek smile, Nat threw her hands up in an ‘I give’ sort of way. “Please don’t shoot me, okay?” She looked up at the man, not entirely trusting that he was sane.
"If you people want to stay alive, stay with me."
The sudden, strong scent of tobacco hit her nose and suddenly Nataliya was reminded of her father. The sweet, yet bitter scent brought her back to many a night sitting in the living room with a cup of tea, and her father reading a newspaper, a long cigar hanging from his fingers. She was just a small girl then. Nataliya looked around and saw the marine coming out from behind the door.
"Through that door is the de-contamination area… Or, if you've got the upper body strength, you can climb this rope to freedom.”
Nataliya looked at the rope. She was positive she could climb it. Having spent many summers climbing trees in the forest, she knew her arm strength could lift her all the way up. She could probably even carry the small girl she saw earlier. Looking around, she noticed not many of the civilians were too thrilled about that option. Nat felt a twinge of regret in her chest as she looked at the people around her. It was evident that not many could use a gun, and a few weren’t very bright either. She couldn’t help the injured earlier, but she sure as hell could offer assistance now. The least she could do was be a good shot, and help get rid of the infected. Glancing at the rope one more time, Nataliya stayed silent, waiting for the next move from the Captain.
“See?! I'm not infected!... You believe me, right?”
The man was staring at her, holding the gun that she had wanted to grab. Now was not the time to call him rude, or to make an ass out of herself. For all she knew, he was unstable, and that gun would make a pretty nice splatter painting out of her in no time at all. Nataliya managed to find her voice, her Russian accent grew more prominent as she grew nervous, “Uhm.. yea. Whatever you say.” Shit! That still wasn’t very nice she cursed to herself. With a meek smile, Nat threw her hands up in an ‘I give’ sort of way. “Please don’t shoot me, okay?” She looked up at the man, not entirely trusting that he was sane.
"If you people want to stay alive, stay with me."
The sudden, strong scent of tobacco hit her nose and suddenly Nataliya was reminded of her father. The sweet, yet bitter scent brought her back to many a night sitting in the living room with a cup of tea, and her father reading a newspaper, a long cigar hanging from his fingers. She was just a small girl then. Nataliya looked around and saw the marine coming out from behind the door.
"Through that door is the de-contamination area… Or, if you've got the upper body strength, you can climb this rope to freedom.”
Nataliya looked at the rope. She was positive she could climb it. Having spent many summers climbing trees in the forest, she knew her arm strength could lift her all the way up. She could probably even carry the small girl she saw earlier. Looking around, she noticed not many of the civilians were too thrilled about that option. Nat felt a twinge of regret in her chest as she looked at the people around her. It was evident that not many could use a gun, and a few weren’t very bright either. She couldn’t help the injured earlier, but she sure as hell could offer assistance now. The least she could do was be a good shot, and help get rid of the infected. Glancing at the rope one more time, Nataliya stayed silent, waiting for the next move from the Captain.
Irina was rubbing her nose. Something smelled rancid, but she couldn’t figure out what. The stench was making her sinus’s itch, the feeling one gets right before sneezing. Her eyes watered, and with a rough palm she tried to clear her blurred vision. Irina could feel the goosebumps on her skin. Sitting on the cold cement, and the overall temperature of the room did not help. She worried that she would get sick. Irina sniffed, and tried her hardest not to cry. Mother always hated cry-babies.
Irina had stared at the phone for a few minutes already. She was in a slight state of shock. The room had no windows, no clocks, she couldn’t tell what day it was or the time. Much less where she was. This had to be some kind of stupid joke, she thought to herself. Right? The pain in her wrist told her otherwise.
She inspected the cans of soup; Chicken Noodle and Cream of Mushroom. Irina made a face at the cream of mushroom, but didn’t say anything before putting both back in the box. Her mouth was dry, but she didn’t want to waste any water. She would drink later.
Wasting no time, Irina picked up the mattock. It was heavy, but not really something she wasn’t used to. In fact, she remembered having one of these on the farm with her grandparents. She smiled slightly at the memory, but it soon turned bitter. She had to get out of here. Using the mattock, she started sifting through the piles to trashed objects, hoping to find something of value. Irina coughed, the smell was starting to give her a headache.
After digging through all the separate piles, Irina put whatever she found(if anything) into the box with her things. Swinging the mattock over her shoulder, Irina approached the door. She pressed an ear up against it, and tried the handle. She didn’t notice that her hands were shaking.
Irina had stared at the phone for a few minutes already. She was in a slight state of shock. The room had no windows, no clocks, she couldn’t tell what day it was or the time. Much less where she was. This had to be some kind of stupid joke, she thought to herself. Right? The pain in her wrist told her otherwise.
She inspected the cans of soup; Chicken Noodle and Cream of Mushroom. Irina made a face at the cream of mushroom, but didn’t say anything before putting both back in the box. Her mouth was dry, but she didn’t want to waste any water. She would drink later.
Wasting no time, Irina picked up the mattock. It was heavy, but not really something she wasn’t used to. In fact, she remembered having one of these on the farm with her grandparents. She smiled slightly at the memory, but it soon turned bitter. She had to get out of here. Using the mattock, she started sifting through the piles to trashed objects, hoping to find something of value. Irina coughed, the smell was starting to give her a headache.
After digging through all the separate piles, Irina put whatever she found(if anything) into the box with her things. Swinging the mattock over her shoulder, Irina approached the door. She pressed an ear up against it, and tried the handle. She didn’t notice that her hands were shaking.
@KahleenCuthald Hey!! Nice to see you here too. Don't mind me, using the same character and all xD
EDIT: **Practically** the same character, different personality and name.
EDIT: **Practically** the same character, different personality and name.
Name: Irina Mehlakova
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Irina is a rather average looking girl. She stands at 5’4” and was roughly 135 lbs last time she checked. Working on the farm has given her strong arms and legs, and the muscle definition can clearly be seen. Her eyes are a light green, speckled with brown and her skin has a warm tan to it. Her hands are rough and calloused, from years of hard work.
Backstory:
Irina’s whole family, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, everyone, moved from Russia over to the small neighboring country of Latvia when she was very little. She doesn’t remember much of that time, but clearly recalls the long train ride from St. Petersburg all the way to Riga, Latvia. Her grandparents had bought a small farm just outside of the capital and for a very long time all 15 or 16 of them lived in that small wooden cottage. Soon, her parents bought an apartment in the city, but Irina chose to stay with her grandparents.
On the farm they owned; two goats, a mother and her son, a cow, a flock of chickens and various cats and dogs that would come and go as they pleased. Irina’s grandparents were old, and her grandfather had suffered a stroke back in Russia, so his mobility was limited. But together they planted fruits and vegetables, they looked after their small patch of land and even renovated the house a bit. Her jobs often included; tending to the garden, taking care of the animals, herding the goats and chickens through the woods by the farm, and hunting for extra food.
Personality: Working in order to survive, Irina grew up responsible and caring. She is a kind soul, especially to animals and anything involving nature. However, she is hardheaded and can be stubborn. Having never finished her schooling, Irina isn’t very well rounded in things like science, or History, but she has a passion for reading.
Sometimes, Irina can be very straight forward, it comes with the way she was raised, and because of this she sometimes struggles making friends. She’ll tell you exactly what’s on her mind, without even a second thought.
Talents: Tri-Lingual (Russian, English, Latvian in order of proficiency), Excellent reader, Can identify many plant and animal species just by looking at them, quick-witted, sharp tongue, very strong in her arms and legs, can walk/run for extended periods of time. Knows how to use a gun and is a fairly good shot.
Other: Sometimes she sings to herself. If she’s angry or stressed, Irina might start speaking in all 3 languages at once. Loves stories. Pansexual.
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Irina is a rather average looking girl. She stands at 5’4” and was roughly 135 lbs last time she checked. Working on the farm has given her strong arms and legs, and the muscle definition can clearly be seen. Her eyes are a light green, speckled with brown and her skin has a warm tan to it. Her hands are rough and calloused, from years of hard work.
Backstory:
Irina’s whole family, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, everyone, moved from Russia over to the small neighboring country of Latvia when she was very little. She doesn’t remember much of that time, but clearly recalls the long train ride from St. Petersburg all the way to Riga, Latvia. Her grandparents had bought a small farm just outside of the capital and for a very long time all 15 or 16 of them lived in that small wooden cottage. Soon, her parents bought an apartment in the city, but Irina chose to stay with her grandparents.
On the farm they owned; two goats, a mother and her son, a cow, a flock of chickens and various cats and dogs that would come and go as they pleased. Irina’s grandparents were old, and her grandfather had suffered a stroke back in Russia, so his mobility was limited. But together they planted fruits and vegetables, they looked after their small patch of land and even renovated the house a bit. Her jobs often included; tending to the garden, taking care of the animals, herding the goats and chickens through the woods by the farm, and hunting for extra food.
Personality: Working in order to survive, Irina grew up responsible and caring. She is a kind soul, especially to animals and anything involving nature. However, she is hardheaded and can be stubborn. Having never finished her schooling, Irina isn’t very well rounded in things like science, or History, but she has a passion for reading.
Sometimes, Irina can be very straight forward, it comes with the way she was raised, and because of this she sometimes struggles making friends. She’ll tell you exactly what’s on her mind, without even a second thought.
Talents: Tri-Lingual (Russian, English, Latvian in order of proficiency), Excellent reader, Can identify many plant and animal species just by looking at them, quick-witted, sharp tongue, very strong in her arms and legs, can walk/run for extended periods of time. Knows how to use a gun and is a fairly good shot.
Other: Sometimes she sings to herself. If she’s angry or stressed, Irina might start speaking in all 3 languages at once. Loves stories. Pansexual.
Happy holidays!!
Who are we waiting on, me? I'll have a post ready in the next few hours here.
Who are we waiting on, me? I'll have a post ready in the next few hours here.
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