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Rescha Graves
A Scion who knows nothing of her lineage nor ability who serves in Samson's Suicide Squad as a sharpshooter.
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The Wastelands
a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Prose, as played by RolePlayGateway
So begins...
Rescha Graves's Story
Rescha held her injured hand against her chest while she bowed her head. Her brow knit together while her eyes focused on Kamala’s boots. “Why are you here,” Rescha asked him without so much as answering his questions or looking up at Kamala. She had sacrificed herself so that he could get away and now the man was right back where Rescha did not want him to be. However, that was only because she wanted to protect him.
“You’re not supposed to be here, Kamala,” Reshca said in her scratching voice as if she had not spoken in a long time. “Why did you come back,” she asked while talking a step closer to him. Her eyes sought for his and they darted back and forth between Kamala’s. There was nothing but explicit confusion riddled all across her face.
Rescha’s bottom lip began to quiver as if she were about to cry.
“You’re not supposed to be here, Kamala,” Reshca said in her scratching voice as if she had not spoken in a long time. “Why did you come back,” she asked while talking a step closer to him. Her eyes sought for his and they darted back and forth between Kamala’s. There was nothing but explicit confusion riddled all across her face.
Rescha’s bottom lip began to quiver as if she were about to cry.
“I’ll go back if you ask me,” Rescha replied to his question, “but I’m not very well liked. The lieutenant is very angry at me for not answering his interrogation and I wouldn’t even talk to Treia. I was so mad at them all, Kam …” A hand reached out for Kamala but Rescha pulled it back and sighed.
“Here, come inside,” the girl said before reaching out again for his hand. Rescha was either successful in bringing Kamala inside the tent and out of the sun or he could just remain outside and bake. But he had followed which made Rescha swelled with happiness. And yet, she still did not smile.
“If you’re goin’ to take the hard missions, Kam … I—I am going to go with you. I’ve learned a lot of new things while out here. You should see the things that I can do now,” Rescha said trying to make some sort of conversation but that topic was broken with a simple statement.
“I missed you, you know … I was worried …”
“Here, come inside,” the girl said before reaching out again for his hand. Rescha was either successful in bringing Kamala inside the tent and out of the sun or he could just remain outside and bake. But he had followed which made Rescha swelled with happiness. And yet, she still did not smile.
“If you’re goin’ to take the hard missions, Kam … I—I am going to go with you. I’ve learned a lot of new things while out here. You should see the things that I can do now,” Rescha said trying to make some sort of conversation but that topic was broken with a simple statement.
“I missed you, you know … I was worried …”
As soon as Treia had entered the tent, Rescha’s pent up anger at him just exploded. The girl picked up a box of random objects that clinked together which made one wonder if there were metallic objects inside. Her fingers stung but it did not stop Rescha from throwing the box at him with a growl.
Bullets, tin sparks, tin dishes, and some toiletries went flying towards Treia as well as the cardboard box. Rescha’s hands stung from picking it up but it did not matter. She did not want to see him. She had not wanted to see anyone but Kamala.
“Go away!” she screamed at him in her fury. Rescha’s voice broke and cracked from disuse and from raising it so loud.
Bullets, tin sparks, tin dishes, and some toiletries went flying towards Treia as well as the cardboard box. Rescha’s hands stung from picking it up but it did not matter. She did not want to see him. She had not wanted to see anyone but Kamala.
“Go away!” she screamed at him in her fury. Rescha’s voice broke and cracked from disuse and from raising it so loud.
Kamala’s chest was soon shoved by Rescha’s hands and it was a little stronger than Rescha appeared.
“Help!? Help!? Treia didn’t help anyone or anything when he took me, Kamala. He was the one that told the lieutenant that we left in the first place,” she screamed before turning on heel.
Her fist was clenched at her side as she stormed out of the tent to meet Treia. Before he would even have a chance at reacting, the woman’s hand reeled back and was brought forward in a punch straight for his nose. Pain shot up through her knuckles and into her hand when her fist made contact with Treia’s face.
Rescha stifled her cry of pain but hunched over her hand and held it at the wrist with her other.
“Help!? Help!? Treia didn’t help anyone or anything when he took me, Kamala. He was the one that told the lieutenant that we left in the first place,” she screamed before turning on heel.
Her fist was clenched at her side as she stormed out of the tent to meet Treia. Before he would even have a chance at reacting, the woman’s hand reeled back and was brought forward in a punch straight for his nose. Pain shot up through her knuckles and into her hand when her fist made contact with Treia’s face.
Rescha stifled her cry of pain but hunched over her hand and held it at the wrist with her other.
Fingers wrapped around Rescha’s wrist and she tried to pull her hand free but could not. A scowl settled on her tanned face and the girl looked away from them both to stare at the floor. “He deserved it,” Rescha said, justifying her actions, and she believed it with all her heart.
“Let me go,” she demanded of Kamala while tugging her arm again though not nearly as hard as before. The girl sighed through her nose and looked up at the ceiling of the tent, showing that there were tears in her eyes. And she turned those eyes onto Kamala finally with defiance in them.
“You shouldn’t have come back here. You should have stayed right where you were, in the city, doing whatever it was you were doing. You don’t even care about us, so why bother,” Rescha said.
She had had a lot of time to think while being out in the desert alone.
“Let me go,” she demanded of Kamala while tugging her arm again though not nearly as hard as before. The girl sighed through her nose and looked up at the ceiling of the tent, showing that there were tears in her eyes. And she turned those eyes onto Kamala finally with defiance in them.
“You shouldn’t have come back here. You should have stayed right where you were, in the city, doing whatever it was you were doing. You don’t even care about us, so why bother,” Rescha said.
She had had a lot of time to think while being out in the desert alone.
Guilt was starting to creep up in the furthest reaches of Rescha’s mind for punching Treia in the face. She knew that it was not the best of actions to take even if he did deserve—and he did. There was no denying that fact, but still, Rescha was starting to feel bad for it.
“I’m sorry …” Rescha said in a quiet tone that was more like herself. It wasn’t clear if the apology was meant for Treia, Kamala, or both of them. The girl sighed heavily and allowed Kamala to wrap her hand while her thoughts whirled around in her mind.
“I won’t ever forgive you for coming back, though,” she said to him while staring down at their hands. Her eyes then rose up to meet his while confusion spread along her face. Rescha’s other hand reached out and grasped Kamala’s clothing in her fingers.
Her fingers released his shirt and grabbed at his face before Rescha pulled Kamala towards her. She rose up on her tip toes and the girl’s mouth pressed against his.
“I’m sorry …” Rescha said in a quiet tone that was more like herself. It wasn’t clear if the apology was meant for Treia, Kamala, or both of them. The girl sighed heavily and allowed Kamala to wrap her hand while her thoughts whirled around in her mind.
“I won’t ever forgive you for coming back, though,” she said to him while staring down at their hands. Her eyes then rose up to meet his while confusion spread along her face. Rescha’s other hand reached out and grasped Kamala’s clothing in her fingers.
Her fingers released his shirt and grabbed at his face before Rescha pulled Kamala towards her. She rose up on her tip toes and the girl’s mouth pressed against his.
Kamala was not the only one with a red face inside the tent. When he had turned around, so had Rescha. Her fingers rose up to touch her lips with head bowed. Noticing the unfinished bandaging, the girl quickly finished the job, messing up any ‘eloquence’ there had been before.
“Th—there’s cots to sleep in and you will need ah … sleeping bags. They’re in the corner. It gets cold at night …” She retreated to her own cot and sat down on it. Rescha made it a point to not look at either Treia or Kamala. There was no way she was going to face that embarrassment. They had been caught—she had been caught.
There was also a second that Rescha thought Kamala had returned the kiss. She looked over at him for a split second, turned even more pink, and then hide inside her sleeping bag as quick as she could, facing away from them both.
“…stupid.”
“Th—there’s cots to sleep in and you will need ah … sleeping bags. They’re in the corner. It gets cold at night …” She retreated to her own cot and sat down on it. Rescha made it a point to not look at either Treia or Kamala. There was no way she was going to face that embarrassment. They had been caught—she had been caught.
There was also a second that Rescha thought Kamala had returned the kiss. She looked over at him for a split second, turned even more pink, and then hide inside her sleeping bag as quick as she could, facing away from them both.
“…stupid.”
Rescha had not fallen asleep. She busied herself with re-wrapping the bandage around her hand and wondering what Kamala was thinking. Even thinking about what she had done made her blush furiously while under the cover of her sleeping bag. That was when her self-consciousness had come into play and Rescha wasn’t sure if kissing Kamala had been a good thing or not.
The girl sighed and rested her cheek on the taut canvas of the cot. It was uncomfortable and Rescha’s sleeping bag kept making rasping noises each time she shifted. There was no way she was getting any sleep anytime soon. Sneaking out from her cot, Rescha made her way through the tent to where Kamala was sleeping, she assumed.
“Ow!” Rescha said before freezing as her foot stepped on a spork—one that had been thrown at Treia earlier. Biting down on her lip and waiting for the pain to subside, Rescha eventually came to sit next to Kamala’s cot. She leaned in close to his ear, or what she thought was his ear and whispered, “Psst. Are you awake? Kamala?”
The girl sighed and rested her cheek on the taut canvas of the cot. It was uncomfortable and Rescha’s sleeping bag kept making rasping noises each time she shifted. There was no way she was getting any sleep anytime soon. Sneaking out from her cot, Rescha made her way through the tent to where Kamala was sleeping, she assumed.
“Ow!” Rescha said before freezing as her foot stepped on a spork—one that had been thrown at Treia earlier. Biting down on her lip and waiting for the pain to subside, Rescha eventually came to sit next to Kamala’s cot. She leaned in close to his ear, or what she thought was his ear and whispered, “Psst. Are you awake? Kamala?”
“N-No,” Rescha said while rolling her eyes. There had been no one out here to harm her. While the desert was difficult to live in, the girl had found it a sanctuary away from her fears of Thomas. Even thinking of the name sent a shudder down Rescha’s spine. For a moment she could have sworn that she could smell cigarette smoke.
“I just … I just wanted to talk to you,” Rescha said, “about, you know …” It was difficult to complete the sentence and the heat that rose up on her cheeks was uncomfortable too.
“… about that thing that happened … earlier … that I did.” Rescha grimaced, stood up, and started pacing back and forth in the dark. She started to bite at her thumbnail but realized that her hand was bandaged. Frustrated and embarrassed all over again, Rescha just sat down harshly.
Rescha didn’t realize that she had sat down on Kamala.
“I just … I just wanted to talk to you,” Rescha said, “about, you know …” It was difficult to complete the sentence and the heat that rose up on her cheeks was uncomfortable too.
“… about that thing that happened … earlier … that I did.” Rescha grimaced, stood up, and started pacing back and forth in the dark. She started to bite at her thumbnail but realized that her hand was bandaged. Frustrated and embarrassed all over again, Rescha just sat down harshly.
Rescha didn’t realize that she had sat down on Kamala.
Rescha immediately bolted upward and stood, almost shaking from horror. She had not meant to sit down on Kamala and had actually forgotten he was there for a moment. Rescha had been that frustrated with the earlier event that not even Kamala presence was noted for those few fractional seconds. The timid girl whispered out an apology before sitting down on her knees next to Kamala’s cot.
She began to respond to his question and Rescha’s mouth opened then closed several times. The girl managed a strange squeak at one point and even a growl beneath her breath. It took her a long time to finally speak up in actual words.
“… what do we do now,” Rescha asked, her confusion and frustration coming across clearly.
“I mean … you just … stood there … and … you didn’t push me away like I thought you would … but then Treia”—Rescha tossed a look over her shoulder in the boy’s general direction as if scared he would wake up and interject as always before she looked back toward Kamala—“… when Thomas’s friends did that … we would … but I don’t know if … I don’t know what to do, Kamala.”
She began to respond to his question and Rescha’s mouth opened then closed several times. The girl managed a strange squeak at one point and even a growl beneath her breath. It took her a long time to finally speak up in actual words.
“… what do we do now,” Rescha asked, her confusion and frustration coming across clearly.
“I mean … you just … stood there … and … you didn’t push me away like I thought you would … but then Treia”—Rescha tossed a look over her shoulder in the boy’s general direction as if scared he would wake up and interject as always before she looked back toward Kamala—“… when Thomas’s friends did that … we would … but I don’t know if … I don’t know what to do, Kamala.”
Rescha listened to what Kamala had to say, pursing her lips together to keep herself from speaking. Right then she didn’t trust herself to say anything in fear that something idiotic would come out of her mouth. Usually the girl did not care what she said and said things before thinking them over, but Rescha was more careful around Kamala. What he thought of her was important to Rescha.
And then her heart pounded far too hard in her chest when Kamala had admitted to liking her too. Rescha froze and breathing did not seem to be needed for a small time. The bandages around her fingers were being twirled around nervously as Rescha bowed her head.
“… sometimes it doesn’t seem like you care,” Rescha said in her small voice, “well, I don’t know. You always just seem so angry at everything, Kamala, and it’s confusing. The only times that you’re actually nice is when I come to talk to you in the middle of the night, you know.”
“Ouch,” Rescha hissed before raising her fingers to her lips. She worried over her raw fingers before speaking back up, “I won’t tell anyone but Treia … he talks a lot … besides, I still think that you shouldn’t have come back. You could be in the city now and not here."
And then her heart pounded far too hard in her chest when Kamala had admitted to liking her too. Rescha froze and breathing did not seem to be needed for a small time. The bandages around her fingers were being twirled around nervously as Rescha bowed her head.
“… sometimes it doesn’t seem like you care,” Rescha said in her small voice, “well, I don’t know. You always just seem so angry at everything, Kamala, and it’s confusing. The only times that you’re actually nice is when I come to talk to you in the middle of the night, you know.”
“Ouch,” Rescha hissed before raising her fingers to her lips. She worried over her raw fingers before speaking back up, “I won’t tell anyone but Treia … he talks a lot … besides, I still think that you shouldn’t have come back. You could be in the city now and not here."
“Okay, Kamala, but …” Rescha said sighing so hard that she slouched forward. A hopeless expression laid on her face—not that Kamala was really able too much into detail in the dark tent. Thoughts were whirling around in her mind. There were far too many. Kamala would answer a question and then Rescha had a thousand more pop into her head. The girl was not about to annoy him either with her constant inquiries.
“… how can you hate everyone but still care and you just said”—Rescha’s blush flared up once more—“that you liked me, so that doesn’t make sense. And Treia is stupid. He should have pretended that I ran away so I could be in the city. We would have come back to get him. I’m sure he was just jealous the whole time or something. I’m just so mad at him.” Rescha snapped her teeth together in closing her mouth as to not spill her guts anymore.
Rescha’s fist clenched against her knees and her other hand brushed her bangs from her eyes.
“What are we going to do after our six months is over?”
It was a simple enough question. Right?
“… how can you hate everyone but still care and you just said”—Rescha’s blush flared up once more—“that you liked me, so that doesn’t make sense. And Treia is stupid. He should have pretended that I ran away so I could be in the city. We would have come back to get him. I’m sure he was just jealous the whole time or something. I’m just so mad at him.” Rescha snapped her teeth together in closing her mouth as to not spill her guts anymore.
Rescha’s fist clenched against her knees and her other hand brushed her bangs from her eyes.
“What are we going to do after our six months is over?”
It was a simple enough question. Right?
“I’m not sure that I would fit into college. I’m not that smart,” Rescha said with an exasperated sigh, “I don’t know what I will do after six months but I can figure something out. I hear Wing City has a lot of options.”
“But you really like writing a whole lot, don’t you, Kamala? I remember you mentioning it before,” the girl said before leaning forward and resting her cheek on Kamala’s thigh. For a moment it seemed that Rescha grew distant; retreating into her own little world while listening to whatever response that came from Kamala. For all the girl’s stupidity, she was a good listener.
“Hey, Kamala, do people ever get jobs with drawing? I really like drawing … I used to do it a lot when I was alone. I think I would be happy with that at least, you know, if we ever get out of here. I’ve been working on my shooting a good bit while you were gone. I had nothing else to do, you know.”
Rescha frowned for a moment as if something displeased her.
“Still don’t like shooting though … strange things happen when I do.”
“But you really like writing a whole lot, don’t you, Kamala? I remember you mentioning it before,” the girl said before leaning forward and resting her cheek on Kamala’s thigh. For a moment it seemed that Rescha grew distant; retreating into her own little world while listening to whatever response that came from Kamala. For all the girl’s stupidity, she was a good listener.
“Hey, Kamala, do people ever get jobs with drawing? I really like drawing … I used to do it a lot when I was alone. I think I would be happy with that at least, you know, if we ever get out of here. I’ve been working on my shooting a good bit while you were gone. I had nothing else to do, you know.”
Rescha frowned for a moment as if something displeased her.
“Still don’t like shooting though … strange things happen when I do.”
There was a moment of silence before Rescha began to even explain what had happened when she shot the rifle, especially the first time. It sent a shiver down her spine as even the thought of it frightened her. She had never heard of someone being able to do something like that, but then again, Rescha did not talk to many people, not before joining the squad.
“Everything … slows down. I can, I dunno,” Rescha said while having a hard time to find words to explain herself, “Everything got really slow like time slowed down and I wished the bullets would hit the right spot and they did.” Rescha had tried to repeat the instance but had not been successful until earlier that day, in the morning.
“I could see and hear everything. Even things that I wasn’t supposed to hear and see. I don’t like it …” Rescha said before closing her eyes as well, in an attempt to think of happier things.
“Everything … slows down. I can, I dunno,” Rescha said while having a hard time to find words to explain herself, “Everything got really slow like time slowed down and I wished the bullets would hit the right spot and they did.” Rescha had tried to repeat the instance but had not been successful until earlier that day, in the morning.
“I could see and hear everything. Even things that I wasn’t supposed to hear and see. I don’t like it …” Rescha said before closing her eyes as well, in an attempt to think of happier things.
Rescha sat back up and looked down at Kamala and shook her head. “No, I don’t want to stay here. I want to go and to help you … and the others. I may not be liked very much but … I don’t want anyone to die.” More silence rung through the air as Rescha yawn quietly, bringing up a hand to cover her open mouth.
“… and once we are done, me and you and Treia, maybe we could all still be friends after six months,” Rescha suggested with a little hope building up inside of her. She would have liked that very much even though she was more than angry at Treia. Furious, in fact.
“I guess I should let you get back to sleep and stop talking. I always talk too much.”
“… and once we are done, me and you and Treia, maybe we could all still be friends after six months,” Rescha suggested with a little hope building up inside of her. She would have liked that very much even though she was more than angry at Treia. Furious, in fact.
“I guess I should let you get back to sleep and stop talking. I always talk too much.”
“Kamala,” Rescha asked while remaining there for a moment longer. There came another sigh and she just shook her head. “Nevermind. Goodnight”, the girl mumbled before ambling back to her own cot.
A coyote howled in the distance toward the full moon hanging high in the sky. A dry breeze blew hot wind into Rescha’s face as she lay prone against the cracked earth. A long and powerful rifle was tucked against her cheek while she took aim at her target.
The target was an impossible distance away with the assault rifle without using a scope. There was no chance that Rescha could hit it without missing wide or having a damn good amount of luck on her side. However, the girl seemed relatively calm and sure of herself.
The bolt was pulled back on the rifle and a round was placed in the chamber. Rescha shifted around a fraction against the dirt before laying her cheek back on the stock of her rifle. Her breathing was steady and slow.
“Hit the target,” she said to herself before pulling the trigger which made a loud sound resound through the wastelands of the desert. The bullet flew from the rifle, the cartridge was ejected, and seconds later Rescha’s target had a small hole penetrating through its head.
The target was an impossible distance away with the assault rifle without using a scope. There was no chance that Rescha could hit it without missing wide or having a damn good amount of luck on her side. However, the girl seemed relatively calm and sure of herself.
The bolt was pulled back on the rifle and a round was placed in the chamber. Rescha shifted around a fraction against the dirt before laying her cheek back on the stock of her rifle. Her breathing was steady and slow.
“Hit the target,” she said to herself before pulling the trigger which made a loud sound resound through the wastelands of the desert. The bullet flew from the rifle, the cartridge was ejected, and seconds later Rescha’s target had a small hole penetrating through its head.
Rescha jumped up with shaky limbs in a panic as Kamala spoke. She hadn’t expected him to wake up and was more than surprise as well as a little embarrassed. Blush rose up on her cheeks, she turned her eyes up to the moon, and then gave the rifle a nudge with her foot to push it away.
“I … couldn’t sleep and well, I have to practice more now, right,” Rescha asked looking down to Kamala while tucking a few strands of her hand behind her ear. The girl shifted from foot to foot nervously and folded her arms behind her. Even at night Rescha had developed a light sheen of sweat on her brow and chest from the heat.
“I—I didn’t wake you up, did I Kamala? I’m sorry if I did especially since we were talking earlier and all …” A frown touched her face and for a moment, it appeared as if Rescha were disappointed in herself.
“I … couldn’t sleep and well, I have to practice more now, right,” Rescha asked looking down to Kamala while tucking a few strands of her hand behind her ear. The girl shifted from foot to foot nervously and folded her arms behind her. Even at night Rescha had developed a light sheen of sweat on her brow and chest from the heat.
“I—I didn’t wake you up, did I Kamala? I’m sorry if I did especially since we were talking earlier and all …” A frown touched her face and for a moment, it appeared as if Rescha were disappointed in herself.
“Sorry,” Rescha said again before nudging a small rock with her toe as well. She looked down range and scratched at the back of her head. “Yeah, I’ll be just as good as I was when I first shot. I think I had a head shot on that one, this time,” the girl noted before squinting way down the desert. It had to be at least six hundred yards and Rescha did not seem to have any trouble seeing it.
“Usually I don’t shoot the target on that spot but lower, like in the chest, but I guess that’s good too.” The girl sighed and shrugged her thin shoulders. A smile was flashed at Kamala and Rescha laughed quietly. It was the first time that she had laughed since arriving at ‘summer camp’.
Rescha eyed the rifle that Kamala had slung on his shoulder and asked him, “Are you going to shoot too, Kamala. I could probably show you some things … but I’m not sure. I don’t know how to teach someone. I just … shoot.” However, the girl did know one thing from reading: it was bad to have a rifle slung even when at a base camp.
Rescha was far too shy to point that out just then.
“Usually I don’t shoot the target on that spot but lower, like in the chest, but I guess that’s good too.” The girl sighed and shrugged her thin shoulders. A smile was flashed at Kamala and Rescha laughed quietly. It was the first time that she had laughed since arriving at ‘summer camp’.
Rescha eyed the rifle that Kamala had slung on his shoulder and asked him, “Are you going to shoot too, Kamala. I could probably show you some things … but I’m not sure. I don’t know how to teach someone. I just … shoot.” However, the girl did know one thing from reading: it was bad to have a rifle slung even when at a base camp.
Rescha was far too shy to point that out just then.
Rescha nodded and understood. It was going to be impossible to teach someone how to do something when she did not even know how she did it herself. And then a thought came to her which made her feel more than self-conscious, especially with Kamala standing there with her.
“You don’t think I’m strange do you,” the girl asked in a nervous tone. Rescha did not know what would happen if Kamala thought she was odd or abnormal. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth and shuffled the toe of her boot around once again on the desert earth.
Looking over to her discarded rifle, Rescha bent over and picked it up. She ejected the magazine and tucked it into her side pocket on her thigh. It was horrible wearing her military uniform pants in the heat and made her uncomfortable.
“You don’t think I’m strange do you,” the girl asked in a nervous tone. Rescha did not know what would happen if Kamala thought she was odd or abnormal. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth and shuffled the toe of her boot around once again on the desert earth.
Looking over to her discarded rifle, Rescha bent over and picked it up. She ejected the magazine and tucked it into her side pocket on her thigh. It was horrible wearing her military uniform pants in the heat and made her uncomfortable.