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from the The Beginning of the End (Zombie RP) group.
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((super bad, in my own opinion. Rambled a crap ton. Very sleep deprived lol. But anyways, here's some crap XD))
Really? That was actually a question? Will should know very well why she tied him up—why she didn’t...couldn’t trust him. Or maybe he didn’t understand. While Will was a man of the military, he had always kept his head down, followed orders—followed her father’s orders, to be more precise. He never had to think for himself when there was a man with all the answers there ready to hand them over. Enzi, on the other hand, was her father’s daughter; she wasn’t good at sticking her thoughts aside to obey others, always following her own gut, learning from trial and error.
As such, Mackenzie could see things, could imagine things, while Will...he only heard and believed what others said. At least this was what the girl thought of him. There was nothing wrong with a warrior ready to follow orders without question; they were required to win any fight. She respected his loyalty, his ability to react without question. It was because of this that she questioned William’s motives. How could a noble, to-the-T following man stray from orders, stray from everything he was told? He couldn’t. Could he?
Dismissing his own question, Will leap straight into saying how he needed to tell Enzi something, then he went on to tell her. “I have a letter to give you from your father before he died.” Her eyes went from the blade she’d been fidgeting her fingers and to him, the twirling of the knife stopping. The breath she’d been taking was caught in her lungs, the girl not noticing she’d started to hold it. There was a possibility that such a letter did exist. When her dad went off the grid, he hadn’t talked to her, told her anything. Maybe he’d trusted his words to a letter to be given to her from someone he trusted...to Will, the guy he’d grown to see as a son.
But Will stepped from that topic quick, throwing out there that others were after her. Of course they were. What, did he really think she wasn’t aware that there were people trying to kill her?
Then her jaw clinched. He...asked for the mission? How...how had he even gotten hold of the details? To her knowledge, she was listed as ‘deceased’ and every tail sent after her was working off the books. Enzi was a smudge at the edge of the paper that needed to be erased. No one got to read outside of the lines but for a select few, so no one ever got to see the smudges that were in need of erasing. Yet, here William was saying he’d not only been able to see the smudge, but he’d manage to ‘talk them into’ giving him the mission?
“What’d you do to get their trust?” In other words, what dark and twisted shit had he done to prove that he was capable of working in the blacker part of the government? What had Will done that gained the trust of people who were incapable of trust? “There’s no way that they’d just be like, ‘oh hey that girl you used to know, she’s not dead, but we need her to be. Wanna do it? I mean, we know you used to be tight with her dead daddy, but...wanna go cut her throat for us’ unless you’d done something to get their trust.” Unless you’d followed their darkest orders so closely that they believed you capable of carrying this out. “And how am I to know which of us you are betraying? Because in any case, you are betraying someone. You are a traitor. Traitors aren’t exactly trust worthy. Hence the ropes”
It was just way to...well, off. This didn’t make any sense. How could it? They weren’t careless. They wouldn’t make a mistake. So either he was here to, indeed, kill her and he was lying to her. Or...they knew he wouldn’t be capable of betraying her, but he would lead them right to her. Or—or he’d, as she’d already asked, done something so bad already that they believed him capable of doing this for them. Three possibilities, none of which were very good.
Did she mean to be careful with her words? Ensuring she not tell a lie while making it seem she had not done what she was being accused of by adding in the added on ‘personal gain’ tidbit? Or had the doctor accidentally slipped up, mistakenly letting out more than she meant to when saying ‘her own personal gain’? The latter would be more flattering to the officer, of course, offering a bit of a babbling side to the doctor that showed off some flaws that’d make her all the more interesting and easier related to, while the prior shined a light on a bit more cunning and very...black-widow like appeal, if that could make any sense at all.
In either case, the sprinkled in words, they had Atty wondering—wanting to know more, more about the woman who he’d only really ever seen as a doctor. It was hard to every look passed the loose scrubs and white coats—not as far as the eye meant. Attican had always seen her as physically attractive, but something about the medical get up always kept him at bay. It was the smarts thing, he was sure. She was a woman of knowledge, a woman to be respected, a woman who he’d never really gotten to see as anything more than, well, a doctor. A higher up. An untouchable, so too speak.
Doctor Tullen...wait, what was her first name? Had she said it before? Why was he wondering about that now? What, was it because she was out of her medical get-up and carefully moving his shirt aside with her fingers to expose more of his chest to her? Yeah, that could very well be the reason. The untouchable was seeming very touchable.
For a moment, his eyes stayed on her gloved fingers as she held the fabric of his shirt back, wondering if just how it’d feel if her hand was not covered in latex and she wasn’t being so careful not to touch him. Behave. His gaze went to her eyes as she spoke. The answer he preferred started to come up, but he stopped it, knowing the doctor would disapprove. How it is. It’ll heal eventually. But, for some reason, he wanted to comply to the woman, to let her get what she wanted, to let her help him.
“Stitches, staples, glue, anything but bandages,” he told her honestly. Bandages were too much upkeep for the man. Before each shower, he’d have to take it off, then get a new one back on right after—and if he wasn’t doing anything currently, doubtful he ever would. “I was fine with it as is,” he went to say, not able to help himself any longer, one corner of his lips tugging up, “so know, I’m only letting you fix me up because seem to care about how pretty and fast my injuries heal up.”
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☢ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Nᴀᴍᴇ : Attican Ross
☢ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ : Male [ xy ]
☢ Aɢᴇ : Thirty ] 30 ]
☢ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs : Uninfected [ not for long ]
☢ Fᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ : Police Force
☢ Rᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs : Occupied / Location: Emma's House [ Lyn ]
☢ Cʟᴀɪᴍ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs : Taken ✔ [ Emma Tullen played by Lyn ]
☢ Cᴏʟʟᴀʙ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs : Open
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Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Nᴀᴍᴇ : Mackenzie Harth
☢ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ : Female [ xx ]
☢ Aɢᴇ : Twenty-Five [ 25 ]
☢ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs : Infected
☢ Fᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ : Ex-Military / Nomad Currently
☢ Rᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs : Occupied / Location: Motel[ Lyn ]
☢ Cʟᴀɪᴍ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs : Taken ✔ [ William Borland played by Lyn ]
☢ Cᴏʟʟᴀʙ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs : Open
☣ Elle (view spoiler)
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As soon as the hunter gave confirmation by letting a ‘hello Enzi’ leave that mouth of his, the girl’s jaw cliched tight, anger starting to swell. Out of the entire world, it would be the last ‘family’ she had that they’d choice to sick on her. Will was always a good lap dog to her father, no doubt he was focused on living up to his obedient and serving military boy getup. The mother fucker. He really—rule number one: never let your guard down. Failed.
Anger was a weakness, and it flowed through her like a drug, which left her open for a moment just long enough for her hunter—her former friend to turn the tides. Getting from her hold, he yanked her around so her back hit the wall, one of her arms tucked tightly behind it with his hand gripped tight to her wrist to ensure it stayed there.
Shaking, or at least harnessing her bubbling anger was required. The way she’d been able to defend herself well every time before this? She’d had no emotion to hinder her. She just focused on the situation, on the fight. She had to do the same here. Just because her hunter and prey was now a face she knew...knew well, didn’t change a thing. The third thing William had done in line to tracking her down and chasing after her into the tunnels was draw his weapon. What had he planned to do with that thing if not shot her?
It wasn’t a toy, after all, it was something designed to sear through flesh—it was designed to bring harm. Will had wielded something that was built solely to hurt things. He was her enemy, now. It was time to sever all ties to him and treat him as she would anyone else.
“I am going to need you to come with me, before the others find you,” he told her, acting as if he cared. There was no way to tell if his words were true, so there was no way she was going to trust him...but he didn’t know that. Years back, she would have trusted him without a second thought. She would have put her life in the palm of his hand, knowing he would protect her in the end. But that was over three years ago. No telling how much had changed, how much he had changed. Same goes for you. He doesn’t know how much you’ve changed. He doesn’t know that you aren’t the same girl who’d put your life in his hand…use that to your advantage.
Waiting a moment, letting his words ‘sink in’, the girl made sure to wash all anger from her expression. “Go where?” she asked in a normal tone as she gave a bit of a buck to his hold. For a moment, he didn’t give her lead way, not sure if she were calmed and okay to be released. But he eventually caved, believing things had smoothed over pretty well. Bending down, Enzi went to pick up her gun, but Will put his foot on her hand as she grasped it, pushing down enough to cause a small twinge travel up her arm. Her eyes shot to him. “Really? You want me to trust you, but you won’t trust me?”
Another moment of pause, but like before, Will caved just enough, lifting his foot slightly to let Mackenzie get her gun and stand up. Motioning for her to follow, Will began to take steps down the tunnel, starting to say something right as she grabbed his arm and said his name, getting him to turn and face her. One very forcefully and very precise back with the butt of her pistol later, and William was knocked out cold. Nothing could get a grown man downed than a good pistol whip to the side of the head. It was a requirement. After all, this was a life or death situation. Trust him, and Enzi could be walking straight to her death or worse. Before she risked that, she needed to get answers...she needed to be in control of the situation.
She needed to have Will restrained at her will.
Taking in a deep breath, Enzi stayed still for a moment, eyes locked on the unconscious man. The ball cap he’d been wearing was gone, now, having fallen off after he the ground. Out of all the people...it had to be him.
Bending down, Enzi grabbed hold of Will’s ankles, and she started to slowly drag his heavy ass on the small ledge of the tunnel. There had to be a maintenance area somewhere near by, a small nook in the tunnel that a ladder up to the surface, considering she hadn’t passed one during her venture into the tunnel yet. Sure enough, several yards down, she found one. Pulling his limp body into the room, Enzi dropped Will’s legs and proceeded to glance around for something, anything, to use as bonds to tie Will up with...and to tie off his leg wound to keep the boy from bleeding too much before Enzi got her some answers.
Not seeing anything in particular near by, her gaze fell back to Will. Any kind of fabric would do, would it not? Including cotton. Fishing a knife from her back pocket, Enzi leaned down and went on to cut a straight line through Will’s shirt. She put the knife back into her pocket, then ripped two long and thick strands from his shirt. One was used to tie off his leg. And after propping Will up against the wall, the other was used to tie Will to one of the welded in steps of the ladder that lead up to the surface.
Now, all she had to do was wait for the man to wake up. Sitting on the other side of the small room, Enzi kept her eyes on the hunter. How’d he find me…? That question was a particularly bothersome one. Maybe that’s why they’re using him? Because he knows me better than anyone else alive? Knows how to find me... A groan snapped her from her thoughts. “You’re put on more weight. What are you, like seven percent body fat now?” she asked, the question not really being thrown out for an answer. If anything, it was a bit of a smartelic thing to say.
((bit short...but hopefully it makes up for it XD))
It would have been pretty easy to lace in some sexual comments, especially since there was literally a style of bedroom roleplay where the couple plays ‘doctor’ with one another. Was it bad that was the first comment that crossed his mind was something like, If you wanted to play doctor with me that badly, all you had to do was ask.? Nah, he was a man, and there was a drop dead sexy woman wanting to take off some of his clothes to examine him—yeah, no, it was near expected that his mind would drift there.
But he was, typically, respectful to women, so saying something like that to a smart and beautiful face? It wasn’t in the cards—well, not unless she wanted him to one day. She just wants to check your wound because she’s not stupid. She knows it’s not all healed up. He let her words fizzle, not responding to it directly considering she was already going to get what she wanted, to get her reevaluation of his injury. “Do you often lure men to room 146 under false pretenses?” he asked, deciding a bit of teasing humor was acceptable. After all, she had, in fact, done just that. She’d lured him to that room with a lie. And for what reason? To get him to strip a bit for her.
Pushing from the wall, Atty went ahead and pulled his jacket from him, putting it on one of the chairs meant for family to sit in during the exams if they wanted to come in with the examinee. Letting his fingers go to the buttons on his gray button down, stained with a bit of dirty and blood from a solid day’s work—the blood may or may not be his, he began to walk slowly to the patient’s seat in the center of the room. Considering he was in no more pain than he was used to, he figured I was probably mostly from Jackson’s injuries. His muscles tense, jaw tightening as that thought crossed his mind. He had the kids blood on him because he let Jack down. He’s fine now. He’ll recover, and you won’t make that mistake again.
With all the buttons undone and him having reached the center of the room. “Or am I a special case?”
((Lol, funny thing is I’d originally thought of the object he thrown at her to be his phone too XD.))
Okay, so maybe a more impacting shot should have been the way to go. Sure it was vital that Mackenzie get whatever info was in the man’s mind, but what was more important was staying alive. So just kill him. Fine. Enzi hurried to get her aim back to the hunter, but he managed to get a hold of her ankle and gave a hard jerk.
If there was one thing that any fighter could tell you, it was that losing your footing could be the ultimate game changer, especially when it’d cause you to fall a couple of feet down. The fall was far from majestic; one of her hands left her gun in attempts to make sure the back of her head not crack to the concrete of the platform she was being pulled from, while the other stayed gripped to her weapon. She managed to push herself enough upright to protect her head from hitting, but she couldn’t prevent her back from sliding along the corner of the uprising, each vertebrae taking a beating until her feet hit the tracks.
It only got worse from there. The guy bent her wrist backwards, easily able to force her grip loose and retrieve her gun. Damn it! The hunter now had a weapon with ten more rounds at his disposal and the upper ground. If she tried to climb up, no doubt he would probably just bury his boot into her face, or break a few bones in her hand with a good stomp when she tried to pull herself up. And he was out of reach for her to get hold of his ankles as he had her—and even if he was in reach, he could still just shoot her before she could try and yank him off balance.
So...your next move? Do you know it? Because time’s running out, another subway car is coming—can’t you hear it’s screech, feel it’s shakes, see it’s lights? Have you figured it out? Well, have you?
The immediate threat was the subway car. It would crush her for sure. Getting to the other side of the tracks was no longer an option. The only thing Enzi could do at this point was chance a climb up on the side with the hunter. The fucker’s going to kick you in the face and knock you back to the tracks in front of the freakin’ train. Ignore it, ignore the possibilities. You’ve failed, you know that now, right? You didn’t think far enough ahead. You weren’t ready. You’re going to die.
So imagine for just a moment that you are Mackenzie Harth. Image what it’s like to have everything taken from you, soon to include your life. Imagine you’ve lost. Imagine it. Now...imagine your surprise when the bleak ending staring you in the face vanishes. Imagine your shock when the hunter after your life helps you to the platform not a second too soon. So again, I ask you, have you figured out your next move? Well, have you?
Enzi didn’t waste time questioning why her attacker had hoisted her the rest of the way, didn’t waste time wondering why he’d saved her life. Instead, she ignored all of that. This was still a life or death situation, he was still a hunter, and he was still her prey until proven otherwise. Getting her arm from his grip with a jerk, she moved her right forearm to his neck, and she drove him back to the wall, keeping her arm pressed firmly against his throat. She placed her left palm to the gun he held in his right hand, and pushed hard, causing his hand to slam to the wall, his grip being lost on the pistol. The weapon hit the floor, and Enzi’s gaze went to the hunter’s. For the first time, she got to see his face.
The girl’s brow furrowed, lips parting as disbelief settled in. “Will?” the name left her lips without her noticing. No. There was no way that William, a guy her father had practically thought of as a son and Enzi had considered a brother at one point was…. He was there hunter? He was here to kill her? Wow, as if those son of a bitches hadn’t screwed up her life enough. Now they were taking the only tiny bit of family she had left and using it against her? No...
Andddd….deflected. Of course the doctor had other things she could and probably should be doing, but instead she was trying to inch the officer into getting his examination. Something was telling Atty that the pretty face didn’t believe his words when he’d said he was in top condition. He left out a breath as he put his hands in his dark jacket’s pockets, fingers starting to fidget with the lent tucked deep into the corner of the pockets. On the plus side, she was right; the Doctor couldn’t force him into doing anything. But she could make him feel a bit guilty for declining something that they both knew he probably needed.
His gaze had drifted to the desk, not wanting to met Dr. Tullen’s gaze, knowing that it may jar his very firm stance of not wanting to bother with a check-up. But when she began to speak once more, telling him she’d give him time to make a decision. Good., more time to find a way out of it. He flashed her a smile when she told him what room Jackson would be brought to. Giving her a faint ‘thank-you’ as she began to walk away with a smile as her goodbye.
For a moment, Atty stayed still, eyes on Tullen’s back as she went further down the hall before turning down another and out of sight. Another second or two passed before Atty started to walk the hall as well, knowing his way around a bit too well in certain areas. Finding a stairwell, he went up two flights to reach the third, and form there it was as simple as looking at the numbers on doors. It didn’t take long to find room 145. Pushing open the door that was ajar already, a small chuckle left his throat as he got a good look at the room.
It wasn’t one patients were sent to for recovery—and if anyone knew what one of those things looked like, it was Attican. No, it was made up of a lot of stainless steel, white walls and floors, and one of those uncomfortable wanna be bed/chair things patients were sat on, a layer of plastic between them and the cushion that was replaced after each visitor. This was an examination room.
Bet she thought she was funny, didn’t see? With the shake of his head, Atty went on in. Avoiding this very persistent doctor’s attempts to get him in for his check up was turning out to be less of an option than Atty had thought. Instead of sitting on the thing in the middle of the room, Atty went t the back of the small room and leaned his back to it. He’d been sitting all night in that waiting room, no desire to sit anymore—then again, when did he ever desire it? Sitting still was defiantly a bane of his.
A few minutes lapsed, and soon someone came through the door. Atty was expecting to see Doctor Tullen, possibly having thrown on her white coat and switched scrubs, but that was not what he was met with. Well, no...yeah, he was greeted by the Doctor, but seems he was right when asking if she had something else she had to do, and that was get off work and go on a date—or something like that because she was looking eight levels of attractive.
Pants that were as tight as they were black stretched from just above her hips to her ankles, where they were met by a pair of small heels. A blouse nearing the same shade draped loosely over her shoulders, flowing as she continued to walk fully into the room. Her hair was no longer drawn back into a ponytail, rather she’d taken it down, allowing the brown locks to fall just passed her shoulders, framing around her high cheekbones and making them even more pronounced.
It was funny how someone’s profession caused them to see them different. Before, Atty had seen the doctor for her mind and skill, but out of her white coat, her title strayed from her and brought a whole new image of her into the officer’s mind. Now denying her advances to get that check up was defiantly going to fall through.
Awesome! Glad you're going to use something like this! It makes thing so much easier when there's a 'collab request thread' and a thread similar to this to allow for people to see all the possibilities and blah, blah, blah lol.
So, I'm not sure if this suggestion would be something ya'll would want to pull into ya'lls group, but it's been helpful before in groups I used to be in ages ago. It helps people find out the collab status of characters, if they are in rp, if they are looking for rp, and so forth. If you don't wanna use it, that's totally fine! Just figured I'd toss it out XD. This is the post I'd used for the actual thread I made for it in a group, so I've included the little 'explaining' bit at the top to help out lol.(view spoiler)
Rest, yeah of course, Attican would make damn sure Jackson followed doctor’s orders to the ‘T’. He may not be able to do it himself, but there was no way he would let someone he was out to protect do the same. Even if it meant strappin’ the boy to a bed, Attican would keep Jackson safe and sound at home after his discharge from the hospital.
Doctor Tullen followed up Jack’s recommended recovery with the question of if Atty intended to stay until the boy woke up. Just as he opened his mouth to answer, the doctor walked passed him, moving down the hall. “Nothin’ else to do,” he muttered to himself as he turned to watch her back as she continued. Did she think he would follow after her like a puppy? Stick to her heels and answer her question as if she hadn’t just walked from him.
Glancing around the empty room, knowing well that he had no idea what room Jack would end up with, he came to the sad conclusion that yes, he would be the pretty doctor’s puppy for now and tag to her heels. Was t her smarts, he wondered, or her looks that made her know that men would follow after her if she left them standing there after walking away mid conversation? In any case, it didn’t matter; Doctor Tullen knew others would bend around her.
Or, ya know, she just knew that he needed her in order to get more information about Jackson.
He caught up with her as she rounded the desk of the nurse’s station. Looking at a few files, the doctor looked to him and asked if him that since he was already there if he wanted to do the check up he missed last week. Nose crinkling, Atty looked from Tullen, not at all wanting to get a checkup out of the way that he hadn’t really planned on going to in the first place. He was healed as far as the department was concerned, documentations and all from the last pretty face who’d looked him over. Something told him that if this doctor got a glimpse at his not so healed wound she would make sure to let the department know.
“I’m sure you’ve got better things to do with your time, Doctor, than to do some unnecessary checkup.”
((Sorry if it sucks a bit XD))
He had her wrist, which meant he had one less arm to block—granted it meant she had one less to swing with. But all the same, it meant there was an opening Mackenzie could take advantage of. She started to swing, but the hunter was quick to use her wrist to yank her around, forcibly shove her shove her to the cold, concrete wall with her arm pinned to her back. With a smack, her cheek hit the wall, an immediate pain shooting through her face. But to a girl that’d been through as much as her, pain only acted as fuel.
Throwing back her head, Enzi found she was the perfect height to cause maximum damage to him. The nose was a very sensitive thing, and as soon as her skull collided with his, his grip loosed on her wrist, and his pinning of her was weakened. If he was any good, he would work through the daze quick. No time to waste. Stomping her heel into his, Enzi weakened another key part of his hold on her: his stance.
She pushed back against him, hoping that his stature was downed enough that he wouldn’t be able to stay steady, and it was. Backwards, the hunter stumbled, his grip now gone from her. Whipping around, her gaze went to him, a rumbling starting to echo within the tunnel. Another subway car was on it’s way, and it was nearing quick, really quick.
Before she knew it, lights were burning through the darkness and stinging her eyes as it rounded the corner. Her back pressed flat to the wall as the car neared, her gaze trained on the ball-capped guy on the tracks. In haste, he backed to the other side of the tunnel, doing the same as Enzi just as the subway car flew by with a continuous screech and rush of wind that caused her hair to fly around. Bending her knees slightly, Enzi ripped her ankle holstered pistol from free, standing straight and reading herself for the train to finish going by.
It was quick, a few seconds at most, Mackenzie more than ready to pull the trigger as soon as it was out of her way. Her arms extended, her aim locked, and her finger ready to pull the trigger. With a ‘pop’, the gun fired, bullet hitting exactly where she’d wanted. A through and through in the right thigh, that’s all she needed. Well...maybe it wasn’t ‘all’ she needed. One more couldn’t hurt, right? She moved her sights to his arm in a quick motion, but before she could pull the trigger, the hunter threw something at her, hitting her hands just as she fired. The bullet missed by a few inches, lodging into the wall above the guy’s shoulder.
If there was anything Atty hated, it was this—sitting back and waiting. There was nothing worse than the feeling of being utterly useless. Not a single damned thing—literally, there was not one thing Atty could now do to help Jackson. There had been something Atty could do. Be Faster. Stronger. Better... Had Attican been any or all of those, he could have prevented Jack from landing in the same boat Atty had found himself a number of times now.
Jaw tightening, Atty closed his eyes as he leaned over in his chair, elbows pushing into his knees while his hands went to cradle his face. Another downfall to waiting alone? Thoughts. Atty was left with nothing but his own thoughts, and that was about as bad as it could get for a man like him. Thankfully, he’d become rather good at letting his mind go blank, of taking refuge in a void spot in his mind.
He’ll be okay. Jack had to be. No he won’t. Because of you. His teeth pressed harder together. They were sneaky bastards, thoughts such as those, always trying to worm their way into the poor guy’s head. It was sad, really, that someone with such a good heart and intents was prone to such a criticizing self image. Never good enough. He was never good enough, a fact he’d known since he was sixteen. No matter what he did, there would always be drawback, there would always been pain given to those who didn’t deserve it.
Another sound besides the clock’s constant ticking drew his attention, causing him to seat up and look to the glass doors as they opened and closed after a familiar face walked through them, the doctor’s eyes to a file for a moment before she started to eye the room. Atty was quick to get to his feet, knowing that this had to be about Jack. There was no family for the injured officer, just Atty. Jack was young and lost, family a thing he had never really had much of, and Atty was trying to help the kid by being that family, by being that rock Jackson needed. This is always what happens whenever you try to help someone. There are casualties, injuries.
The words he needed to say, the question he needed to ask, Atty couldn’t seem to get from his lips even as he stood before Doctor Tullen, knowing she’d have the answer he sought. That was the reason he couldn’t ask, though, because if he did, he’d have the answer...whether it was good or bad. He couldn’t cling to hope if the truth was laid out for him. So he stood quiet, waiting...partially hoping she’d simply never tell him of Jack’s state. Always and forever would he have hope, then.
But alas, Dr. Tullen spoke of Jackson’s condition. Atty thanked God, though, as soon as the words left her lips. “The surgery went well,” she told him. His eyes closed, and he took a deep breath, not able to stop the edges of his lips from corking up in relief. Returning his gaze to her, Attican listened to the doctor talk about how there was a recovery period and all that junk, as if that were a bad thing. It was a fantastic thing! It meant Jack was alive. The kid was alive.
He took a moment to run his hand through his hair, smile sticking to his face, though his mouth still lacking words to spit out. There was too much relief thumpin’ about that head of his. The doctor, however, wasn’t at a lack for words, curiosity being her muse, it seemed. His wound? Oh right, his chest. After the first ten near fatal wounds, one starts to loss track.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” he told, not being all that honest. That whole ‘required recovery period’ needed to let things heal up? Yeah, he wasn’t too fond of them. As soon as he could move around without cringing, Atty had started back up his work...which meant he ripped his stitches a number of times, and the wound started back up bleeding pretty often. It had just last week, actually, but it was better for the most part. There was no serious risk or anything like that anymore. So yeah, he was fine—or in his eyes. “Healed up perfect, no lingering pain or anything.” Liar. “Will Jackson’s be the same once healed, ya know, back good as new?”
Now her paranoia was fully confirmed. The man was, indeed, after her. Ah, where were the days when Enzi didn’t have to wake up and worry with who would try for her life today. They were lost, and doubtful was Mackenzie that they would ever return. The only way peace would come to her would be through death, she was certain of that. Until then, though, may God have mercy on anyone who came for her.
The orange glow of the tunnel began to lessen as she ran, footfalls echoing forever in the cement tube just as her follower’s did. He was close, possibly even closing in on what little distance was between them. Even though the girl was quick, when paired against someone with a far greater leg span than hers, it was unlikely she would be able to outrun them for long. A bend in the tunnel gave Enzi hope, gave her her possible advantage.
Forcing herself to go quicker, she rounded the corner and came to a halt, back pressed to the wall as she waited for her hunter, her prey, to come closer. He’d slowed his strides, as any smart person would. He knew that anything could be waiting around the corner for him. Listening carefully, Enzi used the light yet audible sound of his steps to place his position. Three. She took a deep breath. Two. How had he found her? One. This wasn’t the time for that question. Now.
She saw it first, a mistake that she was surprised someone trained to hunt down others would make, the gun extended out in front of him. Taking any corner ensured that the thing in front was at terrible risk of whatever was waiting. In this case, the gun. With one smooth kick, her foot kicked the gun from his hold and to the tunnel’s tracks.
As soon as her right foot landed on the ground, she used the kick’s momentum to follow through into another kick with her left food as she completed her turn. It was aimed for the hell f her shoe to land against her attacker’s cheek, but the guy was trying to make-up for the bit of dignity he’d lost when his weapon left his hand by successfully blocking her attempt for first blood with his arm.
With that momentum lost, she dropped her foot to the ground and moved to working with her hands. Her first swing went to his gut, the man taking it in a manner than many military trained people had been. There was a way to lessen the impact of any blow, to take it and use it as an opening rather than a blow, which he did, grasping hold of her wrist after her fist had made contact at his stomach.
((Ick. I hate writing fight scenes. It’s always hard to do them without accidentally controlling a character of another too much lol. I hope I didn’t make him do to much! Feel more than free to control Enzi some if you must! We both know how this scene plays out in the end lol. So long as we end up there, no worries about the middle bits from me XD))
[ Enzi Harth ]
Large crowds were as good as they were bad. On one hand, being just another face was easier when hundreds of faces surrounded yours. But on the other, the same went for any and everyone else. Within a crowd, any face could be hiding, could be hunting—hunting after you--well, assuming you’d managed to catch someone’s eye enough to be hunted. If not, no worries. Crowds for you, they were just that, a crowd of people you happened to be among.
Let us pretend for just one moment, though, that you have done something to draw attention to yourself, that you’ve managed to lure a hunter or two that wanted you dead—or at least wanted you caged like the animal they were treating you as. Let us pretend that you were like Mackenzie Harth. Each set of eyes that find you, is it random? Or is it on purpose? Do they know you? Are they after you? How long before they make their move? What will you do to stay ahead of them? Are you ready? Well, are you?
All the voices blended together to form a constant hum that most minds had learned to ignore. It was impressive how much the human brain was capable of. It could selectively cast out certain things while honing in on others. Such an ability was useful, but it was dangerous, and it was a luxury Enzi couldn’t afford to indulge in. There was nothing she could ignore, a lesson her father had tried to teach her, but a lesson that only took root the hard way. Experience had taught her that letting her guard down for even a second could be fatal.
So she did as she had learned; she focused on everything, eliminating people as risk factors as she did so. It was impossible to see or hear each thing without eventually missing something, so the skill to trim away the fat to get to the meat was more than required. For most people, this meant they’d narrow their field of focus to the friend standing beside them, who was talking about some trivial thing. For Enzi, it meant figuring out which faces among the crowd could possibly be the face of a hunter, could be the puppet of the government sent to tie up a very loose end.
Not him. Another crossed off the list. Or her. Those huddled around her were all crossed off now, meaning at least everyone in her bubble of personal space were ‘safe’. The rumble of a subcar began to overtake the hum of voices, the station shaking a bit as it rolled into place. As soon as the doors opened, the crowd Enzi was in was met by another that was trying to get off. Pushing their way through one another, people shuffled onto the car, but Enzi stayed still, an all too familiar feeling creeping up the back of her neck. Paranoia.
Something wasn’t right—but what? Quickly the girl began to look around the shifting mass of people. Among them, there was an outlier, a threat—there had to be. She wasn’t one to be hit by a wave of paranoia unless something was, in fact, wrong, and when she couldn’t set her sights on exactly what it was, she went to plan B. Move.
See, hunters were predictable creatures in ways. One way that they were predictable? The obvious: they always went after their prey. They’d follow the little lamb until the time for slaughter was at hand. And if anything was easy to spot, it was a tail. She already had an escape plan, another lesson she learned the hard way—anytime you walk into a place, know how to get out. Well, it wasn’t exactly an escape plan. Enzi wasn’t look to get away from whoever was sending chills down her spin. No, no. The girl was looking to get her hands on one of their little hunters. She needed to know what he or she knew, needed to bleed every ounce of information from him/her, literally if needed, before dispatching of the person and retreating to a new city to make them lose her scent.
Casting a glance over her shoulder, she scanned the crowd, her eyes locking to one particular figure quick. Ball cap hiding most of his face, the girl wasn’t able to get the chance to gauge his expression, but she knew for a fact that his steps were with purpose. She knew his steps were being taken solely to get him closer to her. He was her tail, he was her threat, he was now her prey as much as she was his.
Moving her gaze back before her, Mackenzie continued to cut through the crowd, the subway car starting to creak into motion and shaking the station once again as she neared the tracks. The crowd had thinned drastically as she got closer to the tunnel entrance. As soon as the car completely swushed passed her, Enzi dropped down to the tracks and began to venture into the tunnel. No better place than a dimly lit and secluded place to confront her hunter, her prey.
"Show me a bleeding heart still pounds."Attican L. Ross ▮ 30 {Jan. 9th} ▮ Status : Uninfected
▮ Masculine[ xy ] ▮ Heterosexual ▮
PersonalityWe all have our problems, our issues that we leave unresolved and buried. Some of us bother to try and fix them, others may see no point. Atty, he’s got his fair share of baggage packed up and stored, and he’s not looking to unpack and organize it anytime soon. There’s no point to it, not for him at least. He functions perfectly fine—well, realitvely speaking. The words ‘impulsive’ and ‘self-endangering’ may have been tossed around a few times.
It isn’t that Attican has no regard for his own well being...it’s just he gives more weight to others’ lives than his own. He does everything he can for others, probably to avoid having to deal with things closer to home plate. It’s a plus for any and everyone he sets his sights on and decides to help save. Be it safe them physically or mentally, once Atty’s focus has been narrowed in on someone, he’ll do everything in his power to help. Even though he is not the best at fixing up and taking care of himself, he has a knack for taking care of others.
Atty is plenty able to feel emotions, pretty strongly, in fact. Some are easier to embrace seeing as they do not require much thought to trigger, anger for instance. But those that eventually require digging deeper than te surface layer of his thoughts and into the pack away baggage he’s never wanting to face, he’ll shut down in a heart beat. This has resulted in a handful of failed relationships, needless to say. It wasn’t due to commitment issues, rather he was simply incapable of opening up enough. If he can’t open up to himself, no way he can to anyone else.
But love isn’t the only emotion he has trouble handling. Sadness. He doesn’t do sadness. As soon as something sad starts to scratch at him, Atty shuts it down, replacing it with either anger, rage, or simply ‘nothingness’. He’s been known to operate on ‘auto pilot’ from time to time, that is until something gets his blood pumping. That’s another reason he acts on impulse and rushes into life and death situations. It lets him feel something without risk of facing demons. It lets him feel pure adrenaline and a hard focus on the then and there.Historical Tid Bits(view spoiler)
Those of Blood...⚔ Amy Ross || Mother || Alive
⚔ Lucas Ross || Father || Alive
⚔ Heath Ross || Brother || Deceased
...and those of Bond.⚔ || ||
⚔ Name || Friend /Enemy / Other || Status
[ Romantics ] Collaboration with Lyn
[ Career ] Police Officer
[ Prized Item ] A necklace that belonged to his younger brother.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬[ A Few of Many Theme Songs ]► Holding On : Pillar
► Backfire : Egypt Central
► Fine Again : Seether
► Guardian : Red Jumpsuit App.
► Blue on Black : Kenny Wayne
"I think with my heart, and I move with my head."Mackenzie S. Harth ▮ 25 {Nov 3rd} ▮ Status : Infected
Feminine [ xx ] ▮ Heterosexual ▮
Personality[ Confident / Driven ]
"There is no peak, there is no perfect, and anyone who thinks they’ve reached the top and stop climbing is only going to fall. I’ve been knocked down before, and I can assure you it’ll never happen again. I won’t let it.”
[ Passionate / Relentless ]
"I’m very passionate...if you know anything about the true passionate people of the world, we can be the best of lovers or the deadliest of enemies. And we never let shit slip from our fingers...ever."
[ Brilliant / Strategic ]
”Did someone tell you once that life’s not a game? They lied. Each decision we make, each step we take, it’s another turn taken. I’ve learned from the best how to think several moves ahead but be more than ready to play on my toes if the game changes.”
[ Unforgiving / Vengeful ]
"It's impossible to be betrayed by a stranger. The only ones who can betray you are the ones you've trusted something with. Why should I forgive anyone who I've given trust to only to have them bury a blade in my back? Turn your back on me, and the only time you'll see me face to face again will be when I slit your throat and watch the life leave your eyes."
[ Loyal / Trustworthy ]
"I will not let you down, you know that. The only thing that can take me from your side is death, and he'll have one hell of a fight trying to pry me away."
[ Hardened / Capable ]
"It’s not fair? Well no fuck it’s not. Nothing is. So suck it up and keep moving. Maybe next time you’ll do something to even the playing field rather than depend on the world being a ‘fair and caring’ place.”
[ Caring ]
”My biggest fear? A few years back, I’d have said it would be having to live through another loved one’s death. But now? I realize it’s the thought of having to live without anyone I am that terrified to lose being in my life. What’s the point in living a hallow existence?”Historical Tid Bits(view spoiler)
Those of Blood...⚔ Addison Harth || Mother|| Deceased
⚔ Damian Harth|| Father || Deceased
...and those of Bond.⚔ William Borland || Family Friend || Alive
⚔ Name || Friend /Enemy / Other || Status
[ Romantics ] Collaboration with Lyn
[ Career ] Former Military // Official Report Status : Deceased
[ Prized Item ] Her father's dog tags
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬[ A Few of Many Theme Songs ]► Glory and Gore : Lorde
► Dark Nights : Dorothy
► Dark Horse : Katy Perry
► Centuries : Fallout Boy
► In Flames : Egypt Central
Thanks, fiend for trying. That's the only sad part of finding awesome models from cosplays. They keep themselves pretty off grid--smart, don't get me wrong. But sad for fc reasons lol. I think I found someone else to use, thankfully. But thank you a ton for trying to help!
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Okay, so apparently I suck at this. So...if anyone is able to find any images of Csenge Huszár where she isn't cosplaying as Lara Croft, can you link me to them or post them here? I think she'd make a great face claim, but not if I can't get one or two different images of her, ya know?
If not, totally okay. I can hunt another pretty face down XD.
Awesome :D. Sounds like a plan. I think the random factor would add a new element to the rp, not gonna lie. Cause then we can't make characters based around the idea they have some sort of immunity. The characters exist before hand, then they just so happen to be immune! Love it.
Thanks :D.
Will there be anyone who's immune system is capable of fending off the bites/scratches of the zombies? Or are we cutting it plain and simple: if you're bitten, you're 'done'?
