AGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENT
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Thread Topic: AGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENT
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Yeah.
I'm totally the guy though. -
Bull. Make yours, then ill adapt mine.
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Name: Vivian Inertia (Vi)
Age: (Year or two younger than your character)
Appearance: Dark brown hair, light blue eyes, pale skin
Other: Plenty of scars on limbs and back
NOT IT -
Name: Michael Davenport
Age: 19
Appearance: Steel grey eyes, light complexion, 5'11 and well built.
Other: Has a unit tattoo, a skull with two bullet holes and the word ONYX beneth it on his left bicep.
Another target for Onyx. We got the tough jobs. Someone had left the Dome, and now I had to capture or kill them. -
Great, then she's seventeen.
Vi walked through the forest with catlike stealth, carrying a short knife in her clenched fist. It was old and one she'd found when she first left, but still proved useful when she hunted and needed to protect herself. This was one of the only downsides to leaving. She was hungry now. She couldn't remember ever being hungry back in the dome. -
I heafted my G36 assault rifle and the M79 gernade launcher, making sure plenty of rounds were stored in the fast packs of my titanium armor. A target outside of the Dome... Nobody was out there...
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She checked the last of the traps she'd set. A squirrel had caught itself, and with the way it was struggling, it appeared it hadn't been caught for long. She knelt down, creeping toward the creature on all-fours. She quickly took it out of its misery and reset the trap.
She took her meal by its bushy tail and returned on her walk through the forest. -
I walked, fully armed up, to the only airlock to the outside world. I was slightly curious about the outside.
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This was the other issue with leaving the Dome. There were no other human beings. She usually didn't mind being completely alone, but sometimes the absence of other people got to her. She was almost a bit envious of those in the Dome, unable to feel loneliness, or envy. Or anything.
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I cycled through the airlock and put on a pair of aviator sunglasses. I made sure my rifle was hot, and I started walking. Intent on the mission.
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Getting into the small town outside of the woods, she headed for her camp. The houses were all useless, and reminded her of being trapped. The fact that they were somewhat similar to the Dome was not inviting.
Vi easily made a fire to cook her catch, just as she had many times before. She sat down on the hood of the car in her little camp and began to skin the squirrel. -
Old maps had shown that there was a town near the Dome, that was probaly where this renegade was hold up. I kept looking for smoke, a sure fire sign of something.
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She began cooking the meat with expertise that none of the citizens back in the Dome would've dreamed of having. Did they even dream, anyway?
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I headed on the most direct path to the old town, right through the woods.
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She thought back to the traps, trying to remember if she'd reset them all. She was pretty sure she had.
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