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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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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Prose, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Rescha wasted no time in scooting closer to the young man. She showed him the flashlight and clicked the power button several times. Nothing happened.

“The batteries died I think. Can you fix it? And, I am not a baby. I’m eighteen for your information, Kam,” Rescha stated in an informative tone as if he should know how old she was. After all, this was summer camp and they were supposed to all be around the same age. Rescha had no idea how the older people had been able to get in but maybe they were counselors or something. She shrugged the thought away and stared at Kam.

“How old are you Kam? I don’t know anything about you. Why’d your family send you to summer camp? Were you bad, or did you want to come here. Honestly, I wouldn’t choose to come here. This place smells bad and I’m the only girl. There’s a woman who sleeps above me, but I mean, she’s older, I think 
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Rescha rolled her eyes at Kam calling her a baby again. The brat had a thick head and was stubborn it seemed. He could think what he wanted but Rescha knew the truth and that’s all that mattered. Folding her legs, she sat slumped on the bed facing him and listened to what Kam had to say.

He had fought someone else and wanted to go to college. Kam seemed the type to bully other people but at least he was being nice to Rescha now. She much preferred him this way, even thought it probably was only because he was tired. All that did was encourage her to wake him up more often for visits.

Her thoughts shifted quick when Kam asked Rescha a question. She shook her head and started to explain. “Not my real family. I’ve only ever been in foster homes since I can remember. These people weren’t too nice so I don’t mind being sent away. The day after my birthday, they took me to the place where you register for camp and here I am now.” What Rescha didn’t realize was that her foster family tricked her into joining the military and had gotten rid of her as soon as the fostering money had stopped coming in.

“Though 
 between you and me, I don’t think this is a summer camp,” Rescha said, leaning towards Kam to whisper in his ear, or near it. “Summer camps are supposed to be fun but this place isn’t all that fun and I don’t think they would let us really use REAL weapons, you know?”

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“No,” Rescha answered Kam’s question which may have been rhetorical but she replied anyway. It wasn’t as if she knew the difference between a legitimate question and one that wasn’t supposed to be answered. Rescha had not gotten too well of an education. What the young woman know how to do was read, write, and some basic arithmetic.

“Do you know how to use weapons, Kam,” Rescha asked. They had all been at the range yesterday but the girl was far more occupied with her stick than the rifles or pistols being fired off. They were far too loud to like and she didn’t understand why everyone had been so excited to shoot. Weren’t guns used to kill other people? Rescha did not know why or how anyone would be happy about learning to kill others. It just wasn’t right in her mind.

“I don’t know much about guns myself but I guess if we have to learn, then I won’t mind. I hear that carrying a gun in Wing City is safer anyway, because of all the dangerous people that live there,” Rescha commented with a shrug of her shoulder.

It was then that an idea came to Rescha.

“Kam, could you teach me to use a gun?”

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Blue eyes roamed over Kam’s face—or what she could see of it—as Rescha watched him, listening to every word spoken. He seemed to talk a lot but the girl did not mind in the least. Her foster family hardly said a word to her other than, ‘hey you go take out the trash’, or ‘girl, go make dinner’. A smile touched Rescha’s face though in the dark it may have been difficult to see it.

“Well, okay,” Rescha said, “I will learn how to use a gun if you teach me because I would like to go to Wing City one day. I’ve heard all kinds of neat stories about the people there. They aren’t just human you know? Even dogs can talk in that city. And, if the other people are going to be shooting at us from the other camps, I suppose I can shoot back 
 to scare them, I mean. I don’t want to accidentally kill someone. That would be horrible.”

Rescha went silent for a few seconds and she used that time to bite on her lower lip.

“I guess you want to go back to sleep, huh,” Rescha asked before asking another question in a smaller voice, “I know you said no earlier but now the light went out so 
 can I sleep with you? I would be thankful and I don’t move much, I promise.”

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Rescha’s smiled died away at Kam’s question and she curled up into a ball, bringing her knees to her chest. Her arms wrapped around her legs and the girl just stared into the dark.

“Bad things happen in the dark,” was all she said. Rescha didn’t like being left alone at night. Something had happened to the girl and it was more than once. It was bad enough to scar her for the rest of her life. Rescha’s fear of the dark wasn’t a childish fear but a mask for something else that had taken place.

Rescha could smell the stink of the alcohol from memory alone, and the sweat. He had burned her with his cigarettes and laughed while she screamed in pain into her pillow. Rescha would be punished too if she cried out too loud. They weren’t supposed to wake anyone, he said, and if she did, she’d regret it forever.

“I just don’t like being alone in the dark,” she said while resting her cheek against a knee cap, turning her gaze away from Kam.

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Rescha had jerked around in fright when Treia came out of nowhere. It scared her half to death, especially when a face had popped up in the dark. For a split second, Rescha’s instinct had wanted her to punch Treia in the face but she didn’t do much aside from flinch.

Taking a calming breath, Rescha composed herself and then blushed when she realized what the other boy was implying.

“It’s not like that,” the girl yelled for everyone to hear, defensively. Rescha didn’t take the flashlight when it was offered and instead reached over Kam to snatch up his pillow. She then made a general swing for Treia’s face, hoping to hit him for saying such horrible things.

“Shut up about all of that!”

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“
 rock the bunk, that’s 
 no, just no!” Rescha said in a hushed whisper after Kam had attempted to quiet them all down. Her pillow had been apprehended so there was no more swinging it for Treia’s face, unfortunately. Rescha wouldn’t have minded knocking him back down into his bunk where he belonged!

“And it’s not like that, I already told you. You don’t even know what we’re talking about so, shh,” Rescha stated with a small growl. It was hard to be quiet while she was so angry. Everything had been nice before Treia had shown up. Kam had started to be nice and now he was back to being a brat.

Letting go of the pillow, Rescha snatched up the flashlight, folded her arms beneath her meager chest, and then stared at the wall with a mean frown. It wasn’t long before Rescha’s thoughts made her even more frustrated and she flailed about before rolling onto her belly. The girl started to slid down toward the floor, feet dangling in front of Treia.

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Rescha’s eyes went wide at what Treia had said and her entire body just froze, dangling from the edge of the bed. [/i]Did he just 
 that boy, did he really 
 oh my God[/i],” Rescha thought to herself silently while the girl turned beet red from toes to ears. She let go of the bed and landed on the floor after Kamala had jumped down.

Oh no. They were gonna fight and that was gonna be bad. Rescha just knew it. She also did not want to boys fighting over her or what she had said, or was doing 
 or [/i]not doing[/i]. As to prevent any aggressive actions, Rescha threw her arms around Kamala’s chest from behind and attempted to tug him backwards which seemed more like a hug than anything else.

“No don’t fight! We shouldn’t be fighting, remember? It’s the other guys we have to fight, not each other. Please, please, please, don’t fight him, Kam,” Rescha pleaded, closing her eyes tight, and hoping he’d listen to her.

She also hoped that Treia wouldn’t make it worse but Rescha felt as if that little silent prayer wasn’t going to come true.

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Rescha was easily pried off from Kamala and she took a few steps backward. As long as they weren’t going to fight then there was no more reason to touch him at all.

“You don’t have to be so mean to each other. If you’re friends then be friends. Don’t be so rude,” Rescha said as if scolding the both of them. She rolled her eyes and noticed suddenly that her hands weren’t holding the flashlight. Either of them.

The girl dropped down onto her hands and knees and started to feel around with her hands along the floor.

“Not good. See, your fighting made me lose the flashlight,” Rescha said in an annoyed tone. If she couldn’t find it then she was never getting to sleep and it was difficult now to ask Kam for a particular favor. Treia had made it embarrassing for Rescha.

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“We weren’t,” Rescha said in a loud voice before toning it down, “We weren’t snuggling. We were just talking.” Really? This boy was shaping out to be more frustrating and stubborn than Kam. Lifting herself back up, Rescha dusted off her hands and knees.

“Thanks, Kam,” the girl said, taking the flashlight from him before adding in a sweeter voice, “Goodnight and sleep well.” Before leaving their bunk, Rescha frowned at Treia and swatted at his foot with the flashlight.

And with that, Rescha left for her own bed a few bunks down the line, flashlight lighting her path along the way.

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Rescha rolled out of bed with her hair sticking up every which way possible. A hand covered her mouth as she yawned. “What’s goin’ on,” the girl said in a confused and very exhausted voice. Rescha hadn’t gotten much sleep due to a flashlight problem and two boys fighting.

She grabbed up the borrowed nightlight and stumbled sleepily over to Samson in her tank and shorts.

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“I thought he was a Lieutenant, not a Captain, is there a difference,” Rescha asked while rubbing her eyes, attempting to wake them up. She wavered for a moment while standing there but Treia’s shoulder gave her support for the small second Rescha needed it.

“So we’re going on a field trip? I guess 
 I can go, are you gonna go, Kam?”

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“Wait, Kam, I don’t wanna die, please go,” Rescha said, tugging on his arm in an annoying way. They were probably playing some sort of game but still, even then, Rescha didn’t like the idea of ‘dying’. It was no fun if you were out of the game while others kept on playing.

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“Treia, aren’t these walkie talkies awesome or what,” Rescha said in an excited voice. Funnily enough, the young woman who had been scared to sleep in the dark was not afraid of flying or climbing down the rope ladder. All her life she had wished to fly and that dream had come true.

So far summer camp was amazing.

Rescha waved around Kam’s flashlight while a saber and made sound effects. “Okay, so, we’re going in there, rig—we’re supposed to shoot them? I don’t have a gun. Oh no 
” Rescha frowned and looked to her teammates.

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Rescha took the gun from Kam and held it as if it were going to bite her. However, when her hands were corrected, Rescha did so. For all her dullness, the girl did know how to listen and learn. It was as if her mind was still in the sponge stage, wanting to soak up everything.

The girl was down the ladder in no time at all, and had jumped the last few steps. Rescha listened to the instructions and remained quiet. Everyone seemed to want to lead so she just followed and learned.

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Rescha followed after the boys fumbling between her newly gained pistoled and the flashlight she borrowed, both from Kam. It was a very good thing the safety was on or else one of the boys might have gotten shot. Placing the flashlight in her pocket, Rescha was able to take proper hold of the pistol.

“Right. Left. Staircase. Right. Left. Staircase,” Rescha kept repeating the directions in her head. She wasn’t too good at remembering things. A map would have been much preferable.

When they all arrived at the base of the staircase, Rescha noticed that the lights were all out.

“Wait, I got this,” Rescha whispered. She didn’t know why she was whispering but it seemed appropriate. She reached for Kam’s flashlight and turned it on.

God, she felt so smart.

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Rescha’s heart broke when she saw all of the people down below. Her footsteps were hollow sounds in her ears as she walked down the stairs. Tears had welled up in her eyes and something in the back of her mind told her this wasn’t summer camp.

“What are these people doing here,” Rescha asked. Walking to stand over the trap door. It didn’t budge at all from her feathery weight standing on top of it. A bubble sensation was overcoming Rescha, like a belch building up in her belly.

She looked down and something clicked in the lock; the bubble sensation had ‘popped’ inside of Rescha. With a scream, the girl fell down into darkness. Her flashlight rolled across the floor where Kamala and Treia were standing.

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There were voices above her and they weren’t just from the boys. A pain was in her foot and Rescha grabbed at it with a whimper. She had gotten an injury but did not know how bad. There was no light where she was and pain made stars form in her vision.

“I don’t wanna be in the dark. I don’t wanna be in the dark. I don’t wanna be in the dark,” Rescha said to herself in a quiet voice. Holding her ankle, the girl rocked back and forth while the darkness pressed in around her.

Bad things happened in the dark. She could smell the alcohol and cigarettes and sweat again.

“I don’t wanna be in the dark!”

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“I-I-I think I dropped your-your gun, Kam,” Rescha said in an apologetic voice choked with fear. It was easy to recognize his voice due to them having spoken all night long previously. The girl was panting, chest heaving in panic. Seeing light, Rescha’s eyes followed it around gratefully.

It wasn’t completely dark anymore which was good and slowly, very slowly, Rescha started to calm down.

“I think 
 my ankle,” Rescha said while attempting to stand. She could but it was tender and Rescha was not going to be running anywhere, any time soon.

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“Kam, look,” Rescha said pointing to the woman Lamala was shaking. There were chains around the woman’s ankles. They needed to find a way to break them before they could move her. “She’s got chains on her feet,” Resha said, stating the obvious. Not realizing she had popped a lock on the trap door, Rescha had no idea that she could unlock it herself. Even if the young woman had realized, she would have had not idea how to do it.

“You work on her and I’ll help the others,” Rescha said, limping away from Kam. Her foot hide something and metal scraped against the floor. It was the gun. She bent down and picked it up before moving to the other captives.