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Post by Dragnoxz on Jun 17, 2016 3:15:32 GMT -5
After terrible experiences, living a slave, being unjustly treated and tormented, then, you wake up on a gurney, lab coat men with evil plans carelessly walking about over your death desiring self, you see the old looking pistol, just dangling there as he proudly walks in an arrogantly egotistical manner. Not even strapped down, as they most likely figure you being a girl could not possibly do anything, or know anything, a prick form a needle triggers the rage that has built up over the years of being helpless, and that moment changes everything.
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Post by taikokitsune on Jul 7, 2016 20:34:18 GMT -5
Her life had been fairly normal, until she was kidnapped by terrorists during a vacation trip with family and sold to slavery. For two years she lived as a sex slave in Myanmar with a harsh, oppressive muscle man and made to call him "master." She had attempted escape twice. the second time she nearly died from his beatings. Her final escape was a desperate one. She was going to jump into the river and risk death to escape, or make sure to make him mad enough that he kills her. Her efforts paid off, but barely. She hang adrift on tree logs for several days, forced to drink the murky river water. She was eventually rescued by an old man of a small fishing boat. She lived with him only for a few months. She had just got back to knowing kindness again. Then one day, he has been killed and his boat taken by pirates. Her attempt to hide among the pile of fish didn't work. The pirates kidnapped her and sexually abused her in many ways, to the point death was the only option. They only kept her alive to know she would last longer, so she would not rot. She had been chained, the chains cut into her wrists and ankles, and she tried to cut even more, for pain became a slippery numbness of dripping blood. She had cried her last tears, now all there was left was numbness, and the hope for an end. A business executive like dressed pair of men had visited the pirates. They bought her, and cleaned her up, fed her, sort of nourished her to health. She thought the were being kind, but she thought wrong. After a few days of traveling in aircraft and vehicles, she arrived at some weird place. She noticed one of the men carelessly walking around, who had a pistol in a holster on his leg. After seeing a needle, and that careless mans holster on his leg swing close to her, she made a move. She was going to kill herself with it immediately, but all of that anger stored caused her blood to pump. Her breathing increased and her adrenaline rocketed high. As soon as one of them brought a needle close to her arm, and it touched, it triggered a series of events. It was too late before he and the staff knew what happened, and the gun in her hand began to crack of thunder in the the room. They had all been dead, or dying. She took the rest of his ammo, (two extra clips in one side pouch), and shot the locking mechanism to the door that didn't open before, and ran to the nearest exit. It lead to some corridors and out to a loading station. It was dawn, still dark but the sun was starting to light the sky, dew on the greenish yellow saw grass, the grass providing a soothing sensation of pain from the numbness she felt. Further on, she saw a gravel road, and forest. She decided to go through the woods, her feet bare but didn't care. She was numb, but a different kind of numb grew in her as she ran, a tired kind. She unknowingly ran across and into a small stream, and began to drink as if to end the numbing. The needle. It must have been. No. She could not focus. She faded to black, but felt herself running again. Then no more running.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Jul 8, 2016 10:56:59 GMT -5
You awake in a forest along a stream to the sound of birds, the trickle of nearby stream water, the trees and grass blowing in the wind, and the sound of flies buzzing about. Your feet and ankles are dotted with many painful thorns and cuts, most likely from running through sawgrass and blackberry bushes. You have many itchy cuts on your legs and painful bruises on your knees. Your toenails are scratched up. Your clothes are torn, and your body is weak and achy. You have painfully irritated bumps and ticks all over. You're thirsty and have a headache. Night is approaching. You feel as if you ran and tore through the forest for a long time, but don't remember getting all of those wounds. You are barefoot. Your arms are also in the same condition your legs are.
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Post by taikokitsune on Jul 8, 2016 21:46:24 GMT -5
Aiko knows if she doesn't keep going she maybe found by those men, but at this rate she may get an infection in her many cuts. She also knows that if she has to run away for anyone she needs to be hydrated. She goes to the near by creek and she rips her tattered cloths to make a makeshift bandage by wetting the tattered cloths in the creek and tying it around her arms, legs, and body. She also then a sip from the creek.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Jul 8, 2016 22:38:04 GMT -5
It is a small stream, perhaps five feet wide and shallow with dead leaves and very light tan sand. There are lots of sticks. Oils can be seen coming up and bubbles from gasses of decaying plant matter bubble up when walking in it. The water tastes like a metallic or iron combined with rotting leaf tea like taste that seems to take away or wear away the mucus in the throat slightly. But it is cold, and does the trick. There are mud fish and crawdad's moving about the lead matter. The stream moves slow. The sound of trickling is light, and the wind blows soft, and the sun continues to descend. But you can't really see the sun but slightly through the trees. Its rays warm on the skin.
When dressing wounds, you notice a knot on your right leg shin, mid way. It is a painful bruise that is dark in color compared to the rest of the skin. It appears your leg hit something. It indicates more evidence of your most likely continued run after you blacked out from the injection. Perhaps the injection was not enough to completely knock your body out. Though, there was not enough time to inject the full dose, due to, well, the unsuspecting putlashing burst (lol).
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Post by taikokitsune on Jul 9, 2016 1:18:51 GMT -5
Aiko decides that its would be best to make camp as there's no telling how close the closest city is. She remembers a bit about building a base camp from the days before she was taken. A few sticks and some leaves and I should be able to protect myself from the elements.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Jul 9, 2016 2:24:32 GMT -5
The sticks in the area are too fragile and moist to do anything with. The land seems fairly moist. The suns last rays dip away and nightfall comes. The mosquitoes are terrible.
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Post by taikokitsune on Jul 11, 2016 7:04:55 GMT -5
Overwhelmed by mosquitoes and the inability to sleep Aiko decides to try and cover a few more miles and maybe find a better shelter. Aiko picks a direction and starts walking.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Jul 11, 2016 19:44:17 GMT -5
The wilderness is harsh. Barefoot on many puncturing thorns and sharp twigs and cold moist leaves eventually cause itching on the bottom of the feet. It takes around an hour to travel a mile through the dense tickets and vine strewn trees in the dark. Mosquito bites cause itching, the itching gets worse if you use your hands to pull thornless vines with five pointed leaves out of the way. It is too dark to really see anything, but clouds in the distant are slightly yellowish orange from unknown sources of light. Perhaps a small town.
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Post by taikokitsune on Jul 30, 2016 16:52:21 GMT -5
"The faster I get to the town the sooner I will beable to get medical attention and protection from the men in the woods". Thats the thought that pushes Aiko closer to the town, no matter how badly she wants to collapse. She has to. She pushes on. Slowly to keep her body from exhausting and to feel around for trees.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Jul 30, 2016 22:13:17 GMT -5
The pain on the feet becomes numbing, the mosquitos relentless, and the vines cause several trips. It takes a very long time, perhaps two to three hours to notice a difference in distance from the lit up clouds. You can tell that you have gone up hill slightly, and are in a hilly region. At the top of a hill, you trip over an old wooden fence. The light from the clouds illuminate the area slightly to where you can see a small wooden structure. The wooden structure looks like an old run down shed, roof partially collapsed. The door appears to have rotten to the point that it is almost falling off the hinges, and the old lock that once secured it shut.
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Post by taikokitsune on Jul 31, 2016 15:23:47 GMT -5
"I need rest or I wont make it." Aiko attempts to break into the house to seek shelter inside the rundown structure.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Jul 31, 2016 17:49:46 GMT -5
The door falls apart, there is no light, and there are lots of wooden objects like handles, mops and old wheelbarrel, a few old empty crates, pieces of plywood and other random pieces of wood, and object that has a blade, (a rusted machete with a poor handle), which is hanging on the wall of you feel for the wall, there is an old sink flipped upside down and some wooden chairs falling apart, and LOTS of spiderwebs, dust and things hanging from the ceiling, like old webs with dust and stuff. The small structure is the size of a small tool shed, about 8 foot deep by 6 foot wide. Visibility is zero inside, it is too dark to see anything, but feeling around you feel all that stuff. You can't tell what condition anything is in. It is an old run down shed with a bunch of rusted rotted out stuff.
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Post by taikokitsune on Aug 1, 2016 14:07:33 GMT -5
Aiko draws her gun and starts to clear each room as silently and safely as possible.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Aug 1, 2016 20:44:13 GMT -5
The entire pace is pitch black inside, there is no light. It is only by touch you can get around. It is a one room shed packed with old tools and crates and boxes and lots of spider webs. It smells of old rotting wood and dust and is very dusty, the spider webs are very dusty and on the outside and in parts of the inside there are plants and vines growing in all over. Nature is on its way to recovering the small structure. There is no light to see anything. Inside, when you hold the gun up, you can't see your hands it is so dark. The only light visible is when outside, the slightly lit clouds and dark grey was of dense shrubbery. You see the tops of trees outlined by the lit up clouds, but that is about it. Eyes are adapted and visibly you can see up to 20 feet before things get too fuzzy (outside that is). The structure is very small and barely has space for two humans to walk in. You slightly trip over an old chair, and the gun nearly falls.
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