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Paige frowned as she heard a young woman panicking. "Oh, come on." She said rolling her eyes.He looked around to see if she could find anything close to be used as a weapon, but didn't see much more than twigs. She might have to go into the trees to find something. She moved closer to the group warily; safety in numbers right? She admired the effort one of the guys made to calm a young woman down, and tried to calm her irritation down. She felt uneasy, as if she was being watched, so she looked around some before focusing on the group. She would wait to see if there was a plan, and if not then she was striking out on her own...again. She liked solo hunts. She wondered if her dad noticed she was missing. Probably not. He was busy on a lychan thing...somewhere. Actually, she didn't know. She couldn't tell how long she had been here.
Mycha sighed as she saw the island. She wished she had been able to chip in more for the place, but between bills and the ticket for the plane trip, she could just barely make it as is. She had never done well with flying, and the budget aircraft she had chosen really brought out the need for some dramamine, which she felt the affects of as well. They finally touched down and she was able to stand on solid ground once more, a little weak at the knees. Her tanned legs liked the feeling of the sun and she was glad that she had chosen to wear shorts and gladiator saddles and her light and flowing black tank with a skull on it. She puller her hair over to one side and shouldered her duffle bag. She really hoped or the price of everything that there was a place for her to workout. She might need it to be able to survive things. But surely everyone had changed and grown up? She certainly had. Losing almost 140 pounds was definitely a big change! And she had become more confident. She tried to remember people from highschool, most of the ones who would be attending were seniors by the time she had come along, but she could remember several of them. She had idolized many of the girls, they were so pretty and skinny... but many of them gave her a hard time. And as for the guys, well, they never paid much attention to her; she wasn't really their type.
Shaking her head she trudged up to the home and found her room.
Shaking her head she trudged up to the home and found her room.
Mycha put away her things when her alarm sounded and she stood and threw away her trash as she went to her building for Advanced Art Theory. She found a spot close to the front of the class and waited for th teacher to arrive, her tablet pulled out and at the ready for notes. After an hour of that she headed to her next class then her next, then it was lunch time. She had no more cash to buy food, but she wasn't really feeling dining hall food either. Oh well, she thought, I'll just go talk to Axel at the bar and see about getting my job back.
Walking back through campus and passing the food truck again she tried to ignore the yummy smells coming from it, and the equally yummy personage who manned it. She entered the bar, The Mixer, and gave her eyes a second to adjust to the dim light. She saw the bartender Vin behind the bar cleaning things up. "Hey Vin," She said waving when he noticed her. He flashed a smile her way. "Hey, yourself, gorgeuos." He said winking. "You looking for Axel?" He asked as Mycha walked over and set her backpack on a bar stool. "Yeah," She replied as she pulled back her long blond hair into a ponytail. "He around?" Vin nodded and shouted towards the back room for his boss.
Axel came from the storage room holding a clip board. "Well, if it isn't our favorite little bar maid!" He said setting the clipboard down and embracing her. "you here to get your job back?" He said with an arm draped around her slim waist. "You know it!" Mycha responded with slight giggle. "You know I could never go anywhere else. I've worked here for the past 4 years working my way up from waitress to bartender and you think would seek employment elsewhere?"
"Nah." He said, giving her a squeeze before going to his office to grab some paperwork for her . When he came back he set them on the bar with a pen, "Can I put you on the schedule for tonight?" He asked as he slid behind the bar to a white board with shifts on it. "Sure." Mycha said looking up from filling things out. "Good." Axel wrote her name in big letters on the board. "We'll got lots of business once word gets out that you're back in town." Blushing, Mycha finished then pushed the papers across the bar. "there you go, boss." She winked then grabbed her bag and headed out. "see you at 6!" Axel called after her. Laughing, Mycha made her way back to the building she spent most of her time in. Once again ignoring the tantalizing smells of the food truck. She decided to sit on a bench and doodle while waiting for her next and final class of the day.
Walking back through campus and passing the food truck again she tried to ignore the yummy smells coming from it, and the equally yummy personage who manned it. She entered the bar, The Mixer, and gave her eyes a second to adjust to the dim light. She saw the bartender Vin behind the bar cleaning things up. "Hey Vin," She said waving when he noticed her. He flashed a smile her way. "Hey, yourself, gorgeuos." He said winking. "You looking for Axel?" He asked as Mycha walked over and set her backpack on a bar stool. "Yeah," She replied as she pulled back her long blond hair into a ponytail. "He around?" Vin nodded and shouted towards the back room for his boss.
Axel came from the storage room holding a clip board. "Well, if it isn't our favorite little bar maid!" He said setting the clipboard down and embracing her. "you here to get your job back?" He said with an arm draped around her slim waist. "You know it!" Mycha responded with slight giggle. "You know I could never go anywhere else. I've worked here for the past 4 years working my way up from waitress to bartender and you think would seek employment elsewhere?"
"Nah." He said, giving her a squeeze before going to his office to grab some paperwork for her . When he came back he set them on the bar with a pen, "Can I put you on the schedule for tonight?" He asked as he slid behind the bar to a white board with shifts on it. "Sure." Mycha said looking up from filling things out. "Good." Axel wrote her name in big letters on the board. "We'll got lots of business once word gets out that you're back in town." Blushing, Mycha finished then pushed the papers across the bar. "there you go, boss." She winked then grabbed her bag and headed out. "see you at 6!" Axel called after her. Laughing, Mycha made her way back to the building she spent most of her time in. Once again ignoring the tantalizing smells of the food truck. She decided to sit on a bench and doodle while waiting for her next and final class of the day.
Would you by chance mind having a picture of your character so I can have a mental reference?
"Wow, that looks amazing." She said thumbing through her wallet for the cash. She had $7 so she pulled it out and handed it over to him. "Keep the change." She smiled then grabbing her food and stepping back into the sun and sitting in the lawn. She bit into her burrito and sighed in satisfaction. Yes, letting him surprise her had been a very good choice. As she ate she pulled out her schedule one more time to confirm when her next class was. 45 minutes and the building was right across the way. Stuffing the schedule back in she pulled out her sketchbook and looked for something interesting to draw while she finished eating. Building. Building. Students. Preppy girls. Food truck. Building... food truck? Sure, why not. Pulling out a charcoal pencil she started to rough in the shapes of the truck and people around it. She finished her food then set herself an alarm on her phone so she wouldn't get distracted to the point of missing class.
Paige's eyes fluttered open. Her head ached and her mouth was cottony. She laid there momentarily, afraid to move. Closing her eyes she tried to gather as much information about her surroundings as she could without her eyes.
She could hear wind going through trees and grass. She could hear voices of other... people? Taking a deep breath she slowly sat up and looked around. There were definitely others scattered about, but were they all human? Since her attack a few years ago sure had decided that you couldn't really ever tell who the real monsters were nowadays. She felt exposed out in the open. She reached for her Smith&Wesson pistol from its holster on her hip but grasped nothing but air. She looked down and saw that her holster wasn't there. She reached into her boot for her knife and saw that it, too, was missing. "This can't be good." She said to herself. Trying to gather herself up to stand she felt a little dizzy, but pushed through it. Wherever she was and whatever was wrong she needed to get to somewhere more defensible, and she needed a weapon. .. or two.
She could hear wind going through trees and grass. She could hear voices of other... people? Taking a deep breath she slowly sat up and looked around. There were definitely others scattered about, but were they all human? Since her attack a few years ago sure had decided that you couldn't really ever tell who the real monsters were nowadays. She felt exposed out in the open. She reached for her Smith&Wesson pistol from its holster on her hip but grasped nothing but air. She looked down and saw that her holster wasn't there. She reached into her boot for her knife and saw that it, too, was missing. "This can't be good." She said to herself. Trying to gather herself up to stand she felt a little dizzy, but pushed through it. Wherever she was and whatever was wrong she needed to get to somewhere more defensible, and she needed a weapon. .. or two.
Human:
Name: Paige
Age: 21
Gender: female
Appearance: 5'6", lean, muscular build. Cute young woman with blond hair and green eyes. Has four parallel scars angled across her ribs on her left side that looks like claw marks.
Pass hunter?: Yes?
Relationships: None
Personality: Paige is a little standoffish but she is really fun loving and easy going once she gets to know someone. She has a love for rock 'n roll and drawing.
Bio: Paige remembers a time when she was little when she was told of fairy tales and the monster's within them. When she was little she didn' believe them, she had a Marine Corp dad, so she always felt safe. He taught her how to protect herself with various wepons, and taught her how to fight with hand to hand combat. Paige grew up, went to art school and was attacked one night on her way back to her apartment by a creature from nightmares. When she told her dad he told her the truth about the world, and she dropped out of school to join him in his fight. However, she doesn't have a clue how she got here...
Name: Paige
Age: 21
Gender: female
Appearance: 5'6", lean, muscular build. Cute young woman with blond hair and green eyes. Has four parallel scars angled across her ribs on her left side that looks like claw marks.
Pass hunter?: Yes?
Relationships: None
Personality: Paige is a little standoffish but she is really fun loving and easy going once she gets to know someone. She has a love for rock 'n roll and drawing.
Bio: Paige remembers a time when she was little when she was told of fairy tales and the monster's within them. When she was little she didn' believe them, she had a Marine Corp dad, so she always felt safe. He taught her how to protect herself with various wepons, and taught her how to fight with hand to hand combat. Paige grew up, went to art school and was attacked one night on her way back to her apartment by a creature from nightmares. When she told her dad he told her the truth about the world, and she dropped out of school to join him in his fight. However, she doesn't have a clue how she got here...
"Hi," Mycha said flashing a smile then glancing down at the menu. "Would you do me the honor of surprising me with one of your breakfast burritos?" She looked up at him and smiled again. "Making decisions hasn't gone well for me this morning, haha."
Getting out the door of her classroom five minutes late she walked in, the stares of classmates and the professor making her feel silly. "As I was saying, this is an introductory course to philosophy. .." he continued on and Mycha slapped her forehead and flipped through her phone. She was in the right classroom at the right time, but on the wrong day. She didn't have class for another hour! Quietly, she slipped back out of the room and stood there in disbelief. "What a numbskull." She said as she wrapped her arms around herself, stomach growling. That's it, you're getting fed you little demon, you." Walking back to her dorm room she could smell the food from various venders. Then she saw the food truck again. Pulling her backpack off of her shoulder she checked to see how much money she had in her wallet. She had enough.
Mycha walked up to the window of the truck, trying to ignore the girls who sat nearby. "Ahem." She cleared her throat. "Excuse me."
Mycha walked up to the window of the truck, trying to ignore the girls who sat nearby. "Ahem." She cleared her throat. "Excuse me."
Mycha hurried down the street, noticing a line of people at a food truck. She wondered if there was coffee there. She needed coffee. Glancing down at her watch she gave a slight squeak when she saw the time. "Crap!" No time for coffee! Putting her long legs to use she started jogging to class. It was senior year, she didn't want to start of on the wrong foot already!
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