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im 24 now
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Back home. I need a breather, lol.
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2 yrs ago
one more five horu drive to home...then ill stop spamming the status bar. promise. go back to only updating it once every few months
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back in my home state. actually a real nice hotel compared to the last one that had cockroaches in the bathroom. so thats cool and good. ready to get home tomorrow. blehhhhjgkjgkjhatk
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June and Mallory





June glanced up at the man that had saved Mallory. He pointed at Mallory, asking if she was...something. June couldn't piece the rest of his question together. Given his general body language, she guessed he was asking if Mallory was going to be okay. Whatever it was, she didn't want to mess anything up so she decided to respond nonverbally. June gave him a small smile and then touched Mallory on her shoulder. Mallory glanced up and looked over at June.

"Mallory?" June asked tenderly. Mallory blinked. June cupped the side of her face and began speaking in French. "Come on, Mallory. I need you to snap out of it, please. I need your help. I don't know how to speak English, not nearly as well as you do. Please. I promise you we are safe for now, okay?"

Mallory slowly nodded. "I...I'm sorry, June. I'm...scared." She said, with an apologetic tone.

June, inside, relaxed. It was good that Mallory wasn't going to be totally useless. Of course, she did care about Mallory. Mallory was her closest friend since...well, forever. But she didn't want her friend to be a liability, that was for sure.

"That's okay, Mallory. But I need you to focus. You're very good at English. Me? Well, I'd never dirty my tongue with the speech of these clumsy tongued Americans." She joked. Mallory smirked as well finally letting her weapon fall limply in her lap and getting a good look at her surroundings for the first time. They were inside the security office. Those...things were outside, and the idea filled Mallory with a great deal of dread. To be honest, she could feel something inside her mind twisting. Perhaps she did need more time to recurperate from such a traumatic experience. But there was no time. There was no time for a sit down with a pyschiatrist. The situation was still ongoing, she needed to be here, in the now. For her friend. It wasn't over yet. Just bottle up everything inside! That always went well and was perfectly healthy, Mallory mocked herself, bottling up her emotions for now. She had a terrible headache.

The taller frenchwoman put one hand on her forehead, and then gave a little wave to Elijah who had asked her about her wellbeing.
@Nawmaing Of course. I'll let you know if I have to leave, but I do think I'll be able to post regularly.
June and Mallory





June stumbled inside, eyes wide as Mallory was dragged inside by a scruffy looking American. June grabbed her stunned friend by the shoulders and dragged her away from the door. Both of them would be dead were it not for the kindness of these strangers. Something something, human condition, something something, what do we owe to each other. Either way, she was glad to be safe from the marauding madmen on the other side of that security door.

Mallory, numb, leaned against the bag wall and sat down, clutching her knees to her chest and staring at the floor. June frowned, patted her on the knee and promised to return. There were people to talk too. She decided to ignore the bumbling man that had to be restrained, the one who almost killed Mallory by closing that door.

"Merci, merci, merci." She thanked the security guard with the pistol, her voice cracking. Despite her inner cynicism, he was truly a good man to put himself at risk. She also turned to the blonde woman and dirty blonde man. "Merci! Thank you, monsieur, madame. We died without you." Her english was heavily accented and flawed, but the ideas were hopefully conveyed. The events of the last two minutes were hitting her in waves. The french woman staggered over to Mallory and slid down next to her, breathing heavily. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall, trying to calm down.

"C'est de la folie. Je ne peux pas croire cette merde!" She swore, letting her bloody shower rod clatter to the floor. She wiped tears away from her eyes. She was alive. Alive and save for now. Relief and dread for the things to come washed over. Mallory was not processing the events at all, staring with glazed eyes to the floor. Hopefully she snapped out of it soon, she was the far greater english speaker of the two. June just tried to relax and tried to pick up what she could from the conversation.

I'll post after the door gets shut by Charlotte.

Big thanks to Elijah for saving Mallory, lol. June is going to be super grateful
@Haruharara Great! I want her to be consistent, but sometimes the character I think of is a bit different than the character I end up wanting to play.

No problem! You said you were subpar GM and i can't let that stand.

self-deprication jokes, IMO, aren't as funny as self-aggrandizing jokes, lol. Not on my watch!
@Haruharara Awesome, super cool, really great, I wouldn't have even thought of that. badass GM

On another note, I'm thinking Emily is going to be a nicer than I originally set her out to be. I'm feeling out her personality as I write and to be honest, I'm not really feeling that much evilness or nastyness. I mean, by regular person standards she's pretty bad I guess but it's not like she can really be blamed for her upbringing, lol. I think she's pretty vulnerable, actually. So I guess I'm focusing more on the Amiable and Naive parts of her personality. I dunno...I just think it feels natural that she has a bit of a self-esteem problem, you know? Is it bad to change characters like this?
Emily, or #2


Number Two frowned. Quit fooling around? Antoine never knew how to have any fun. All he cared about was fine art and classy ladies, or whatever. When Antoine was distracted with the sombrero, #2 stuck her tongue out at him and smirked at her own sillyness. Placing the hat back on the shelf she waited, her eyes wandering around the shop. Eventually, the person they were supposed to be meeting arrived and she was nothing like #2 expected. Pink hair, school girls outfit. Couldn't have been out of middleschool. Which retroactively made Antoine's comments about beauitful women and tasteful company all the creepier. Humans weren't like #2. They weren't full adults until they existed on the earth for 18 years. Before then, there brains were all mushy, stupid, and innocent. Not like #2. The little girl was older than #2, technically, but #2 was far more developed physically and mentally. As far as humans went, most of them were stupid until they were in their 30's. Thirty actual years on the planet. Far, far too long. A third of their life, most of the time less, wasted on being mushy brained juveniles. Not like #2, who had a long time left to use her intelligence and her youth.

Well, hypothetically speaking. The little girl called her a pet and like always, #2 had to comply. So maybe she didn't have as much time to make use of her advanced development after all. Most of her life had been executing upon various shadow schemes #2 couldn't even begin to really care about. Probably some plot to rule the world or whatever. Silently, #2 wondered what it would be this time.

The child asked about her growth, and #2 just smiled. She could see it in their eyes. When someone knew who #2 was, they always treated her as lower than themselves. Just a tool. A creature. This child most likely saw #2 as a baby, which couldn't have been more than 5 years ago. Before #2's brain was developed enough to develop conscious memories.

Soon, they were all plotting their evil schemes in the alleyway like the bunch of deliquents they were. Number Two wished she had money, so she could buy that cowgirl hat. Antoine got that creepy look on his face, and apparently this child was coming along with them. If they're captured, #2 is dead meat. That's how it always is. The Promised Child is always first to die. Despite how rare they were, they were always expendable. They probably could just make more. Who knows how many of them were out there? Her heart ached as she thought of her brothers and sisters, but she had to push the thought out of her head. Antoine says he'll kill himself too but she always suspected he would do anything to save his own skin. Either way, it didn't matter. If he really was a true believer in whatever cause they were fighting for, #2 would have even less respect for him than she already did.

They probably wouldn't tell her what was in the bag. It didn't matter what they were fighting for. #2 was just expected to go along and kill whoever they wanted. And she did. She always, always did. It was just how life was for her, and how it always would be. She clapped her hands together and rubbed them excitedely. Her heart rate beginning to rise, because this could be it. This could be the time #2 finally bites the dust. She knew it wouldn't be, but...it could. That made it a little exciting.

"Right. Just say the word, I'll murder whoever the fuck you want. Men, women, children, cute little puppies." She said with faux-enthusiam. #2 wasn't exactly dressed to kill, but hey, make do with what you got, right?
yeah see this RP is really cool
@Nawmaing hell yeah team cybernetics.

>What are you gonna do, zap me?

>-Last words of woman zapped



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