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Ameera Modi

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a character in “Afflicted”, originally authored by συιʝα, as played by RolePlayGateway

So begins...

Ameera Modi's Story

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Character Portrait: Rosemary C. Maes Character Portrait: Magnolia Wolfe Character Portrait: Anthony Ramos Character Portrait: Isaac Neill Character Portrait: Tobias Elswood Character Portrait: Pandora Sylvester Character Portrait: Erin Wagner Character Portrait: Grayson Maes Character Portrait: Ameera Modi
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On the walk to the facility, Pandora was quiet. She had finally cleared her mind of all of her doubts. Happily she smiled at Tony when he stopped and turned around. The smile stayed on her face even as he continued to speak. I’ll be dammed if I let Tony hold them off if things go south. I will stay before I let anyone else stay. It wouldn’t be fair to Maggie if Tony got trapped or killed. He is her childhood friend. Rose deserves to see her brother again too. As long as Izzy gets out, I’ll be fine. Hell, I won’t even mind being killed or trapped. She came out of he thoughts when Tony gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. Had he said something?

β€œI am ready. I’ll go over the wall first and then take care of the fence. Though, everyone start heading to the wall once I am at the top of it. I’ll let everyone know if they should retreat…By the time you guys get over the wall, the fence should be down,” she said as she adjusted her earpiece. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest. Pandora was nervous and scared. Adrenaline ran through her veins. She looked everyone in the eye and hoped this wouldn’t be the last time she saw him or her. The last person her eyes landed on was Tony. She leaned in to make it look like she was going to give Tony a peck on the cheek. She paused. Pandora needed to whisper something to him.

β€œIf things go south, I will stay. They will likely kill you if you get trapped in the camp. You are a red. Just make sure everyone else gets out…and take care of Izzy for me please,” she whispered just before she pecked his cheek. Then she quickly headed towards the wall. The last thing she wanted was to give Tony time to object. Once at the wall, she began to scale it as quickly as possible. She had to pause a few times, but finally got to the top. She ignored the sound of her heartbeat in her ears.

Slowly she took in her surroundings before scaling down the wall. She was still out of breath, but she knew time was of the essence. When she was about five and a half feet from the ground, she let herself dropped. Both feet hit the ground and she flinched at the force. She ignored the discomfort and ran to the fence. Pandora took in a slow deep breath as she grabbed the fence. She allowed her body to absorb the electricity from the fence. As she let out a slow breath, she focused the electricity back into the fence. A few minutes later the fence finally lost power.

Seconds later, the fence regained power. The generators had kicked in. Pandora focused the electricity back into the fence again. She should have taken a break, but she had to be quick. This time when the fence lost power, it didn’t turn back on. Pandora’s heart was pounding. It seemed as if it was ready to fly out of her chest. She felt lightheaded, but she ignored that sensation.

She crotched down to keep somewhat out of sight, the last thing she needed was a guard to see a tall shadowy figure near the fence. The sun was setting, so it would give more cover. As she waited for the others, she concentrated on slow breathing. Come on body, don't give out on me now. I can still climb over this fence and get Izzy. I need to make sure everyone gets out too.

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Character Portrait: Rosemary C. Maes Character Portrait: Magnolia Wolfe Character Portrait: Anthony Ramos Character Portrait: Isaac Neill Character Portrait: Tobias Elswood Character Portrait: Pandora Sylvester Character Portrait: Grayson Maes Character Portrait: Ameera Modi
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β€œIt must be lonely to be a ghost,” Isaac mused, absentmindedly picking a piece of grass off the brown issued pants that matched the brown uniform all those in his encampment wore. β€œThrowing aimless trinkets just to get the attention of the one’s you loved,” he continued, leaning back so his weight was on his outstretched arms as he gazed at the beautiful sky. β€œMeanwhile the others are still loving that persons rotting corpse, all the while hating and fearing the nuisance they’ve become as a ghost.”

Taking in a deep breath that smelled of fresh rain and the sweat of those around him, Izzy glanced back down at the garden of vegetables he was tasked of taking care of. Sitting up straighter, he reached out to toy with the green top of the carrot burrowed underneath the soil.

β€œNo wonder some ghosts turn bitter. They just want to be remembered, to be seen by any means possible.” Sighing, he pushed himself up from his previous cross-legged position on the ground, and picked up the watering can. Tilting it so it sprinkled out little droplets of water, not wanting to over do it as it had rained the previous night, he almost missed the passing comment of the green walking behind him who muttered, β€œdude, you’re so fucking weird.”

Well, maybe next time he wouldn’t eavesdrop on Isaac’s conversations with his plants, not that he wouldn’t have minded the green joining inβ€” but that would never happen. No one here made friends even if Izzy tried.

It wasn’t as if some of the greens and blues around didn’t want to be friendly or partially sociable in a positive way. It was just that the guards never liked it very much. If two people got close, or if a group got close, then they became concerned that they would conspire a way to get free. At least that’s what Izzy thought. It made the most common sense considering the situation.

Whistling a little tune softly, Izzy continued on with his job of watering plants, giving a small smile to any other IAAN kid who looked his way. The struggle of the camps showed on all their faces, as he was sure it showed on his. By no means was life here wonderful. They had no freedom, even if they were allowed outside to do jobs and chores unlike some of the others colours. They could mingle (within reason). Guards were around more, scattered like little seeds, always keeping an eye. The white noise was frequent, if one person stepped out of line, they all suffered the consequences.

If the guard felt like using someone as a punching bag, no one would really stop it until it got to a dangerous point. Sometimes not even then.

Izzy couldn’t remember the past couple of years in his life, no care in the world why. He didn’t care to even think of the life he could remember. This was all he knew now. He had to find a way to survive, to keep uplifted. Talking to his plants was one of the ways he kept himself sane, though he did get a kick to the head and face full of dirt when some of the guards heard him do it. However, that’s not as bad as when he absentmindedly uses his powers. It happened more often than he cared to admit.

Setting the watering can down, Izzy brushed the soil off of his palms and placed his hands on his hips, examining the garden below him. They veggies were growing quite nicely, if he did say so himself. Then again, all the gardens he had attended to over the past three years n this camp had. Of course, if they would get him better and more proper materials, they would grow even better, but beggars can't be choosers. Well... in this case it's more like prisoners can't be choosers. C'est la vie.

Picking up his materials, holding them like an awkward cluttered bay in his hands, Izzy made his way over to on of the supply sheds on the compound yard. He had done his first task for the day. Now it was time to make way and pull various weeds. He didn't mind the chores they assigned really. It kept him busy, even if his hands were extremely rough, calloused, and cut.

Setting his things down in the respective spot, he grabbed a plastic bag that he could throw the weeds into and made it back outside. He stopped, visibly startled, when a little droplet of rain hit him splat on the forehead and dripped down to the tip of his nose. Looking back up at the sky, squinting one eye shut to fend off the clear rays of the sun, he saw rain clouds quickly moving in and the pace of the new rain increased.

Giving a small pout, Izzy mumbled disappointingly, "Oh no, my plants."

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Character Portrait: Rosemary C. Maes Character Portrait: Anthony Ramos Character Portrait: Pandora Sylvester Character Portrait: Ameera Modi
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Rose silently went over the so-called plan in her mind, again and again. The blonde wasn't very happy with the vagueness of the group's plan for infiltrating the camp, since she very much preferred to know exactly what she was doing, but Rosemary couldn't afford to be picky in this situation. She and the other IAAN kids had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity (an opportunity that had very little wiggle room, but an opportunity nonetheless), and Rose wasn't going to let it go to waste.

Three years. It had been three years since Rose had last seen her brother, and without Rory in her life, Rose was fully aware that her mental state definitely wasn't the healthiest. She and Rory were incredibly close, despite their four-year age difference. Rose was infinitely angry at her elder brother for allowing himself to get captured in order to save her, but beneath that blind anger was grief and silent mourning.

Rose was an incredibly logical thinker - almost to the point of heartlessness. No matter her emotional connections to someone, if it benefited the situation, the blonde would have thrown them into a smelting pit with no regrets. She was known among her peers to be rather cold and harsh with her thinking - she never acted upon her heart, only upon her head. However, Rory was the one and only exception to all of that.

That's why Rose so willingly chose to go with her team's shaky plan. In any other circumstance, Rose would've noted the low success rate of the mission, and with that in mind, wholeheartedly back out of the entire shenanigan, saying it was far too risky, given the costs. But having the chance to save her brother lured the blonde in, and at this point, there was no backing out.

Rosemary was shaken out of her thoughts as someone rapped their knuckles on the wall sharply. She turned her head, a harsh yet passive look in her currently silver eyes. The seventeen-year-old green who had requested her attention - Kennedy Marlow, the only ambiguous person Rose knew an inkling about - had been around long enough to grow used to Rose's default expression. The kid beamed at the blonde, ignoring the coldness in her gray eyes. "Hey, Rose!" they greeted cheerily, unaffected by Rose's stoic behavior. "You might've already known this, but Pandora, Tony, and the others are all ready to go!" Kennedy's face fell slightly before they continued with their speaking. "This mission is risky, so good luck. But knowing you guys, Rose, you and the others will definitely pull it off!" Rose cocked her head slightly at Kennedy's overly optimistic behavior - it reminded her of Isaac Neill, who she wasn't very fond of, in all honesty.

"Despite our abilities," Rose countered, "the plan still has a rather low success rate. But your encouragement, although slightly unrealistic, is appreciated." Rose stood up, heading out the door as Kennedy beamed, unfazed by Rose's bluntness.

"Go kick some ass!" Kennedy cheered, ignoring the irked out stares sent their way. Rosemary waved them off on reflex, and at the gesture, Kennedy bounced off to talk to their very small group of friends.

Rose nodded in greeting at the others as she settled into the car. The entire team was completely silent throughout the entire car ride, no one bothering to make a sound.

The group parked about a mile or so away from the facility, hiding their car before they began their trek. As the group reached the edge of the forest, Tony turned around, a somber but mainly neutral expression on his face. "Well, this is probably one of the riskiest things we've ever done, and I can't guarantee anything. If things go south I'll try to hold them off as long as I can but you all need to use that to get the hell out. You have to promise that none of you will stay behind, I can't have any of you get taken, not again."

"Bullshit," Rosemary interrupted immediately. "You're a red, Tony; if they catch you, there's a very large chance that you'll be killed on the spot. Besides, you're one of us too. No need to act all noble in putting us first, you should be concerned with your safety as well."

After that, Tony went over the team's plans, making sure to cover all the details (there aren't many, Rose noticed glumly). Tony turned to Pandora, squeezing her shoulder before directing his next words to her. "After we get over that wall, you're first up Sparky. I don't know how much time we have before we set of some kind off alarm so you're going to have to work fast, are you ready?"

Pandora adjusted her earpiece slightly before responding. "I am ready," she told the group reassuringly. "I’ll go over the wall first and then take care of the fence. Though, everyone start heading to the wall once I am at the top of it. I’ll let everyone know if they should retreat…by the time you guys get over the wall, the fence should be down." Pandora looked everybody in the eye, before she turned to Tony and whispered something into his ear. Being the type of person she is, Rosemary used her powers to catch a quick glimpse in both Pandora and Tony's minds to get the gist of their conversation.

If things go south, Pandora's staying? Rose mused to herself. Sure, she's not my favorite person in the world, but she has the right idea.

As soon as the dark-haired girl finished speaking to Tony, she dashed away immediately, not giving Tony any time to respond as Pandora started to scale the wall. After Pandora absorbed the electricity in the fence, Rose and the others started up the wall. As Rosemary reached the top of the wall, a guard caught sight of her, freezing for a couple moments. Rose wasted no time; she immersed herself in the guard's mind, forcing him to turn away and walk about 400 meters. She erased his memory of her immediately, forming a new one that made sense with the guard's new position.

Once she got that over with, Rosemary dropped to the ground, wincing slightly at the impact. The guard caught sight of me, Rose sent a telepathic message to the rest of her teammates. I erased his most recent memories and made him walk a considerable distance, so Tony, Meera, you can start with the diversion as Pandora and I get Izzy and Rory out.