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Us vs. Them!

Us vs. Them!

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An Alien race has invaded Earth and now we must fight to survive....but there's a twist! [ SEMI-OPEN 1x1 for minor roles only] (both main roles are TAKEN but I'm willing to accept a few minor roles.)

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Introduction

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This isn't going to be a first-come first-serve kind of thing so if you see someone say they're submitting a CS for the main female role in the OOC feel free to do so yourself! I'll just select the CS I like the best. And I'll also update the status in the description from "OPEN" to "CLOSED!" whenever I pick one.


Thanks so much for reading!!
<33





Plot:


Ten years ago Psychics from all over the world began predicting an incoming doom from space. They were laughed at, mocked, and in extreme cases locked away in mental hospitals. However an exact month after the flurry of psychic visions began our galaxy was invaded by an Alien species from a neighboring galaxy.
From the start it was clear they didn't come in peace and viewed us as insignificant bugs they just needed to squash before farming our planet for all it's resources. However they quickly found "farming" the planet to be an extensive process much more suited for lowly humans. So instead of completely wiping us off the face of the globe they decided to cage survivors in domed cities. Everything in regards to nature is manufactured within these cities - the wind, the weather, the oceans, the lakes, the sun, and the moon. Outside of the domes is an apocalyptic wasteland....city ruins, burned houses, and so on liter the land. And while those inside the domes live by strict rules/work-schedules and try to pretend they can happily live the rest of their lives out under the rule of their new Alien overlords, the rebels on the outside know it's all a farce.

Rebels is the nick name given to all who refused to go inside the domes like good pets. Most were killed as they tried to escape the initial relocation, but some managed to escape and to this day continue to run factions that fight back by any means necessary.
Over the years the largest growing demographic within the Rebel camps are deserters - those who escaped the domes AFTER the initial relocation never to return...and have created a apocalyptic underground railroad of sorts to help others who wish to flee & join the rebel cause.



For years we never knew how so many men, women, and children could of had visions of this threat a month beforehand, but we knew we weren't comfortable with their presence, so when psychics began to go missing no one cared much. However when a city full of people caught glimpse of just what these psychics could do - the word spread like wild fire.
The Alien race apparently knew something we didn't....psychics were indeed real, and could do a lot more than clairvoyance. Psychics could bend the very fabric of time and space, as well as master both telepathy and telekinesis.
By the time humans figured this out it was too late, the Aliens had captured most, implanted control microchips in their brains, and harnessed their powers for themselves - sometimes as guards, but more often as rebel-hunters. However there's a handful of psychics around the world who are still on the run. Unlike their psychic counterparts who were microchiped, they're not completely in control of their powers. Before the invasion all they could do was see the past and predict the future, however the arrival of the Aliens has triggered dormant powers inside that none of them understand, and while those who are microchiped can harness their powers effectively via the mind control of the Alien invaders, those who are on the run struggle to control their powers.



So is fighting back futile? Is all hope lost?? Or are the rebels being greatly underestimated? Only time will tell.












Hello!! xD If you got this far - AWESOMESAUCE!! lol
This going to be a 1x1 since group RP's don't last past a week or two on this site. However I'll be willing to accept other characters into the RP, but the main characters will be just that - the main characters. To be blunt if you decide to join this RP as an additional character you better post. Because if you don't, and we find ourselves stuck waiting on you, I WILL kill you character off or leave you stranded somewhere(probably the latter since I'm a nice chick most of the time! hehe xD). I don't care if you re-join later but just know that I'm not holding up the RP for additional characters......I'm so tired of RPs never working out because two or three short-sighted people with ADD attention spans decide they're bored and wanna move on to their next quick thrill. -__- It's much easier to rely on ONE main person vs. having 5+ main roles.
Also, if we're in the middle of the RP and you somehow find this RP and wanna join - feel free! But again, post or be forgotten.














Additional information about Psychics and the Scums:


The Aliens::


They're collectively called Scums by the Rebels, But they come in three forms:

The Mechs(strongest/brawn)::

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They lord over the crawlers but take orders from the Humanoids. They're always the first you see in battle and hardest to take down.



The Crawlers(subordinates/fast)::

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They're the bottom of the totem poll for the Alien race but that doesn't mean they're not to be feared by humans. They're fast, extremely plentiful, take orders well, and can walk on walls and ceilings due to their multiple legs.



The Humanoids(intelligent/sadistic/leaders)::

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The 7-8 foot tall Humanoids are small in numbers since they wear human-like disguises that are had to make and then sustain, which causes them to rarely partake in battles. However being the most intelligent of the race they tend to call all the shots - from tactical planning to torture methods - from the safety of their ships or watchtowers. Not many have seen their true appearance, but those who have - and lived to talk about it another day - describe them as the most hideous being in all the worlds.








The Psychics::


Most psychics have been captured by the Scums and are now controlled by them thanks to a microchip device shot into their brain. Sure, the Aliens don't need the psychics to fight the rebels, but instead choose to use them out of laziness. And also because they want to give the psychics hand-on training in preparation for their ultimate goal: harnessing a psychics ultimate ability to warp the fabric of time and space - using it to their benefit not only on Earth but on their other galactical conquests.

An important fact to know about Psychics is that each one has a strong suit, whether it be Telekinesis, or Telepathy. And only the ones known as "Pureist" have the ability to master all aspects of being a Psychic, down to not having their minds controlled by the Scums. Such Pureist are hunted and killed by the Alien race if they're too strong to be captured and imprisoned in secret locations. Your character will be a Pureist.















Characters:


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[If you want you can change the face claim, just nothing butch plz. =)]



Your character is a 22 year old girl whose had psychic visions since childhood. Your mother is also a psychic but was taken early on in the invasion. Your character would have experienced the same visions all other psychics did a month before the invasion, but you weren't at home when the Scums entered the atmosphere, you were at a friends house miles away. By the time you found your way home your mother was gone and your father was on deaths door. He told you they took your mother and that her last vision to him was that they'd be coming for all who had 'the gift' as she liked to call it.
"You have to run, leave this place, hide, don't let them find you or they'll control your body like I saw them control hers" was the last thing your Father would say to you before dying in yours arms.
You've been on the run ever since....

Unlike your mother you never trained your psychic abilities and subsequently have erratic emotion-based power burst that you can't quite control yet, but the one thing you've noticed is that you don't seem to have a subconscious preference for either Telekinesis or Telepathy an instead have an affinity for both, and that - coupled with the fact that you've seemingly teleported through time and space in tough situations - has led you to believe you're one of the rumored Pureist - scaring you into solitude vs. joining up with a Rebel faction. You're a caring girl who doesn't want to bring the wrath of the Scums down on anyone near you, so you instead choose to roam the Southwest wasteland alone - that is until you're found passed out by my character and his men. (You will have to come up with a good reason for being passed out in your first post. =D)









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Tyler is the cocky brash 24 year old First Lieutenant of the Southern California rebel faction. His father is Commander but despite what some may whisper behind Tyler's back the young Lieutenant didn't earn his post just because he was daddy's only boy, he earned his position rightfully an is by far the best shot and fiercest hand-to-hand combat fighter on the West coast. He'd claim the country if you asked him though.
However if you didn't know any better you'd never guess he was as lethal a man as he was since Tyler was the furthest thing from cold and quiet, he was the epitome of personable and quite the jokey charmer.

A couple weeks before your character will meet the rebels Tyler and his men saw first hand what a powerful psychic who had mastered the ability of Telekinesis can do, an instead of igniting a desire to have one of their own it put the fear of God into them. Tyler and his father have no desire to control/capture a psychic like some bandits/rouge rebels do, and much rather never see one again.














Character Sheets:




Everyone on here seems to have their own little way with CS's so I'm figuring there's no need for a CS guideline - feel free to use whatever layout/structure you like! A history section isn't a requirement since I already went over the basics of it above, but if you'd like to do a brief one I'd LOVE to read it!! Just make sure you have an age, name, personality, and appearance[description & the picture above, or just the picture if you don't like writing out physical descriptions] section on your CS! xD








This isn't going to be a first-come first-serve kind of thing so if you see someone say they're submitting a CS for the main female role in the OOC feel free to do so yourself! I'll just select the CS I like the best. And I'll also update the status in the description from "OPEN" to "CLOSED!" whenever I pick one.


Thanks so much for reading!!
<33

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The watch around Tylers wrist read 15:17 as him and five of his men drove their motorbikes an ATVs into Apple Valley, CA. Leading the way he'd bring his bike to a stop at an intersection in the middle of town - his fellow rebels quickly following suit.

The desert community of Apple Valley was nothing more than a ghost town now, balls of tumbleweed an abandoned vehicles littered the streets and rubble from damaged buildings was strewn all about.
"Lovely place" Mila let out sarcastically before running her hands through her long blonde hair. The bullish 20 year old Second Lieutenant was Tylers "right hand man" and close friend all in one. Mila secretly wanted more from their relationship but Tyler honestly viewed her like the younger brother he never had. She easily fit in as one of the guys and made a point to go over and beyond in terms of showcasing that she could hold her own.
"Yeah, just the kind of place I'd like to retire to one day." Tyler responded with a smirk before scanning the area for what they had driven nearly 2 hours for.

"There!" a young man by the name of Mikey would call out as he pointed to a four story building that was half destroyed a hundred or so yards to their right.
"Are you sure that's it?"
"Matches the spot on map Lieutenant"
Mila sighed and then kicked the stand on her bike out. "Great, this should be a breeze finding the parts we need."
"Don't be such a downer, our odds could be worse." Tyler muttered before kicking his stand out as well.
They had driven nearly two hours from their base in search of a parts factory. The generator providing them electricity back home was in need of repair - along with several other things here and there, so a small list was made and off they were sent to collect parts only found in handful of factories within the state. If they failed here their next venture would take days, not hours.

"Okay listen up, me and Mila are going to get to parts for the generator, three of you should be able to manage the rest of whats on the list while one stands guard out front. If you can't find the exact part written down on the list get something similar to it, understood?"
Everyone nodded in agreement, an after grabbing what little firepower they came with the group of six - all wearing camouflage pants, and varying black tops - began a brisk but cautious walk to what was left of the parts factory.


The heat was miserable to say the least, but such misery was also a blessing seeing as how the Scums have a dislike for the extreme heat that occurs in the early afternoon. So with the low likely hood of encountering crawlers, and the fact that the nearest Watchtower was tens of miles away, their biggest threat would be a roaming Mech or group of bandits.


Tyler stopped and scratched the back of his head once they reached the opening where the front doors once stood. A quick survey of the area later he'd look towards the guy chosen to stand guard. "Keep your ears and eyes open for everything, but Mechs are the only things I could see possibly sweeping by here other than bandits. We don't have the firepower or tools to take one down yet alone a line of them, so make sure you go unseen."
The young kid named Fin, no older than 16 or 17, nodded and went to salute but quickly had his hand knocked down by Tyler, who couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Relax, we're out in the middle of the desert, you don't have to be so formal."





"Smashed parts here, smashed parts there, crashed in wall over yander-"
"Okay I get it Lady Optimism."
The two would go back and forth at each other for nearly ten minutes before coming across and caved in roll-down gate, which led to a large store room that was nearly untouched.
"Jackpot!"
"Wow, lucky us. Now here's to another ten or fifteen minutes trying to find what we need."
"It shouldn't take that long."
"Oh really? Why not, do you know this place like the back of your hand suddenly?" Mila would ask with a cocky smirk.
"No but I can read."
Tylers grin grew as he pointed up to the hanging signs with his assault rifle, his friends smirk turned into an annoyed pout however an after a quick roll of her eyes she'd began to walk down the center isle. "Hardy har, I'll get the Voltage Regulator and you can get the parts needed for the Cooling and Exhaust Systems mmkay?"

Both went down their respective isle cautiously with their weapons ready at the aim, however with all the noise the group was making it was doubtful any Crawlers were lurking inside since they would of more than likely confronted the group by now.

Within a minute Mila was beside Tyler with the Voltage Regulator in her backpack, and with her help Tyler got the parts he needed stuffed into a duffel bag.





Walking back towards where the other three were was uneventful, and the entire trip was beginning to appear uneventful until Fin suddenly came running across the factory floor - distress clearly showing in his face.
"What! What is it?" Tyler asked sternly as he dropped his bag to the ground.
"M-mechs sir!" Fin whispered nervously. "Lots of them, half a mile West of our position!!"
"Wonderful." Mila spat, before the sound of the marching Mechs became noticeable.
"We won't make it to our bikes in time, come on!"
Tyler directed the group into an intact office off the side of the front entrance and made everyone hit the floor. Within couple minutes of him shutting the door Apple Valley was crawling with Mechs.

"It's no big deal, they're just passing through! It's no big deal!" Fin kept whispering to himself, but after several minutes it became obvious to everyone that the Mechs were not just passing through.

"They're looking for something."
"Or someone! Maybe we were tracked!?"
"Maybe if they were coming up from the West Mila, but the East? They can't be here for us..."
"Then what would they be here for!?"
"I don't know."



The group would stay down on the floor for a short while before Tyler decided to peer through the tattered blinds on the office's only window.
"Can you see 'em? How many? Do you think-" Before Fin could finish both Mila and Tyler would shush him with dirty looks.

"1..3..5!? Why so many out here in the middle of no where?" Tyler wondered to himself, before kneeling back down on the ground.
"Maybe they see our bikes!? They know we're here! I don't-"
"Fin, shut up. Did you not notice all the other abandoned vehicles and bikes strewn all over the place? Odds are good they won't give two shits about ours."
"Tyler's right, problem is it's been nearly half an hour and they're still out there."

"I know, seems they're looking for something specific, lets just hope it's not in here."




Another half hour would pass before the sound of the Mechs began to distance itself away from the group.
"Hold this."
Tyler would hand his assault rifle to Mila before heading to the office door.
"I'm gonna make sure they're leaving and verify in what direction for good measure. Stay here until I get back!"
"Wait, I can-"
Before Mila could offer to help her friend was gone.



Climbing to the top of a badly battered building wasn't the brightest thing to do but it was Tylers only way of getting a good vantage point. Spotting all five Mechs going back the way they came was a relief well worth the risk, an after taking a long look around Tyler would make his way back down to the office.
The time now stood at 16:50.

"Coast is clear, come on!" he'd say as he walked back into the office, slung the duffel bag over his back and grabbed his rifle from Mila.
"They're gone?"
"Yeah, heading back East the same way they came. If we leave now we can get back an hour before sunset."




The group quickly gathered their things and left the office. They'd jog back to their bikes in record time start 'em up almost in unison.
"We can't afford to loose time, so unless you spot a Scum or some bandits don't bother bringing up stopping."
"What If I have to take a dump" one of the guys asked sarcastically.
"Shit your pants then."
"Hey now! Well what if he we see a pretty thing on the side of the road a lot nicer than blondey here? It's been a while."
"Mikey you look like shit, I doubt she'd want anything to do with ya, but sure, if we actually see a chick on the side of the road waiting for ya we can stop." Tyler joked, before kicking his kickstand back against the bike and taking off in the direction they had come from originally.

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Helena had been walking for several hours. The small figure stood alone against the arid backdrop of the blasted landscape, a small streak of red from her wavy hair countering the beige of the rocks and dirt. The young woman was somewhat on the short side, dressed in scuffed and clearly well-used clothing, it having been quite inexpertly repaired many times. A small pack was pulled over her left shoulder and a cheesecloth scarf had been pulled over her head in an attempt to ward off sun stroke... not that, by the look of her, it was doing a brilliant job. She seemed pale, even moreso than an individual with red hair would be expected to be, with dark rings under her eyes. She did not look well, and in truth she was not.

The fever had been getting progressively worse since the beginning of the week, and as the days had gone by, it had gotten harder to make a lot of progress. She'd hoped to wait until nighttime, it would have been cooler at the very least...but the sight of searching mechs on the horizon for three nights running had forced her into movement, trying to cover as much distance as possible without the aid of an transport. The creatures tended to not move in such numbers in the daytime heat so she could travel in relative safety... but as the illness worsened the heat of the sun made walking nearly unbearable. The ground seemed to sway and distort, odd voices with no speaker seemed to carry on the wind with the dust and sand, accusing her of things.

Blame seemed to play a big part on some of her more abstract dreams. Her fault that her family had met the fate it had, her fault than many places she'd attempted to settle afterward and people who had shown her kindness had met awful fates at the hands of the outsiders.

Helena stopped, leaning upon a twisted road sign, and trying to catch her breath, a tide of diziness hitting her.

It was pretty embarrassing. Perhaps even funny in a dark sense. Survive the invasion. Survive years of running. Survive the harsh environment, the bandits, the creatures the heat the constant risk of starvation...and be wiped by an untreated cut she'd gotten from an old peach can of all things. She's been taking some tins from the pantry of one of the empty dwellings in one of the sparse hamlets that dotted the stretch of road, and one that had been left open had had a jagged, dirty edge and had sliced upon the underside of her arm.

In the arid place, water was at a premium, especially water not teeming with bacteria, and she had not dared risk the little water she had in cleaning the cut, so she had bound it in cloth to keep grit from it and went on with her travels. However it appeared that the strategy had gone wrong. Some sort of pathogen had used it to sneak into her body, and appeared to be busy making her life a misery. She had no medical supplies, and, feeling increasingly interrupted in her thoughts by the heat and the pounding in her head, she'd not rationed her water as strictly as she could have, and the canteen tied to her pack was empty. Dehydration had begun to set in, and she was facing a dim realization that she would probably collapse before she found any shelter.

The young woman chuckled. What a silly way to go. On the bright side, such a thing would mean that those things would never be able to exploit her for their infernal devices. By the time they found her she would be food for buzzards and not of any use to their cause. They could do many awful things with their dire machines, but to her knowledge they could not reach beyond the mortal coil.

Helena smirked in grim resignation.
"Here's to my victory over the monsters...they'll...they'll never get me now." she muttered, taking a few steps toward the road, before dropping to her knees, making a futile attempt to rise up again before falling completely, the view of the sky beginning to blur and spin before guttering out completely as she sank into unconsciousness.

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"That was weak Mikey, you can't do a better wheelie than that!??" Tyler yelled out to the ATV in front of him as the dry air whipped his hair in all directions. The open desert was the only time they could really do such things in relative safety, and once they reached the heavily shaded forest a few miles ahead they'd have to be on higher guard for the rest of the journey home.

"I'd like to see you do better man!" Mikey yelled back, and without a second thought Tyler floored past him to take on the challenge. He'd pull his American flag bandanna up and over his mouth and his sunglasses down on his eyes as his speed increased to avoid any unpleasant encounters with insects. The dry air swirled around him as he easily topped 60MPH and the distance between him the rest of his men grew, but not so much they couldn't see when he reared up nearly three and half feet off the ground - much better than Mikey's measly foot and a half.
He'd slow down long enough to turn his head and wave back at a defeated Mikey who only felt worse the louder Mila whooped and hollered.

"Take two!" he'd think to himself before again increasing his speed. However just as he was approaching the velocity he needed to go even higher Tyler spotted something in the road ahead in the distance - causing his speed to quickly tamper off. "What is that?"
But the closer he got the more obvious it wasn't an object, an instead a person. There was a section of road clear for passage though, and weary of tricks from the bandits that plague the area Tyler decided to slowly ride past the body for an initial glance instead of stopping ahead of it. His bike wouldn't go far in front of the body before turning and coming to a halt, since as he passed by he couldn't help but notice it was a woman who looked pretty worse for wear

"This could still be a trap." he muttered to himself as he scanned the nearby area for any applicable hiding spots for other bandits to jump out from, to which he found none. That, and that alone, gave him enough comfort that the scene before him wasn't a trip, but he still got of his bike with his rifle in hand.

"What's going on!?" Mila yelled, as her and the rest of the group caught up to Tyler. She'd go to get off her bike but was quickly told to stay on it.
"Don't, I've got it."
The last thing any leader would want was his men to fall into harms ways because of their actions, and if this was by some off chance a setup he made sure he'd be the only one without a method to escape.



"Damn, she's out cold."
The worry of an ambush would completely leave his thoughts as Tyler swung his strapped gun behind him and then rolled the girl over onto her back. Despite being in the blazing sun she was white as a ghost yet incredibly hot to the touch, and coupled with the horrid black rings around her eyes came an extremely weak pulse....all bad signs. So without any discussion he slung her bag over his arm and swiftly picked her up.


"Mikey, switch with me, I can't carry her on my bike."
Without question the usually jokey man hoped off his ATV to make room for Tyler.
"What the-"
"She's badly dehydrated and possibly septic since shes paler than all hell but has a high fever, she'll die if we leave her out here."
"But what if she's a bandit? Or a spy?? We can't just take someone off the road without some thought going into it!"

In most circumstances he'd listen to his friend and Second Lieutenant, but time was not on their side at the moment thanks to the line of Mechs that had delayed them by more than an hour.
"We don't have time to sit here and discuss it Mila, times running against us. And besides, we've taken in bandits before, an if she's a spy she's a pretty bad one seeing that she's right at deaths door."
The young rebel sighed, she knew there was no changing his mind in such short time so instead of arguing she revved her engine and began to roll her bike back towards the others.
"Lets go"







Though the ATV had much more space than his Motorbike it was still a precarious balancing game with the young woman laying in front him. But for once luck was on the groups side, they had no encounters the rest of the way home and by 18:25 the Beverly Hills welcome sign could be seen ahead in the distance.
Sticking to as many back roads as possible to avoid the inner City - a spot populated no more by fancy cars and air-headed celebrates but patrolling Mechs and relentless Crawlers - it would be another sevearl minutes before reaching Holmby Hills, and what was once known as The Spelling Manor.
Over 56,000 square feet of house and several acres of land surrounded by a mostly intact concrete fence was as close to a steal as you could get in an Apocalypse for a group of 185 survivors, an even though Tyler's father Frank has every intention of moving from here as they have all their other temporary bases, most in the group were becoming rather comfortable with the idea of staying put.

"Home sweet home" Fin whispered as his speed gradually increased the closer they got to the front gate.

The men standing guard were in a jovial mood as the group approached, but the sight of the girl on Tyler's ATV caused the joking to cease.
"Open the gate!" was yelled ahead, and without stopping the group was able to zoom by and continue towards the mansion.

The front yard looked like military barracks to some degree with the several crudely made tents set up on the lawn for schooling - among other things.
But with dinner time approaching all children and most adults were inside.


"Who is this??" Colonel Ryan Phillips called out as he headed towards the group.

"Found her in the middle of the road, where's the Doc?" Tyler responded hastily as he began to walk towards Ryan with the girl in his arms.
"The middle of the road?"
"Not now Ryan, where's Hillary!!?"
Before Phillips could answer him the 5'1" Pediatrics nurse everyone called "Doc" came out from a nearby tent. "What's wrong?"
"We found her unconscious in the middle of the road. She's Dehydrated and has a pretty bad fever."
"And she's white as can be, poor thing....bring her inside."

The pair would push by the befuddled Colonel and head inside to the first floor infirmary they had set up only a few weeks earlier.
"Is here okay?" he'd ask as he approached a long table with a towel down as bedding.
"Yes yes, that's fine. Now let me see..."


Tyler would take a step back as Hilary began to check the girl over - starting with her pupils. However when she began to pull her clothing off he'd step back outside into the hallway out of respect, just to be greeted by his father and Colonel Phillips.
"What's going on son, I hear you brought a stranger you found in the middle of the road to our base?"
"Really Ryan? You go run and tell my father on me? Nice man, very nice." he'd spit out with a sarcastic thumbs-up gesture. His father however had no interest in the sarcasm.
"Cut the crap Tyler and just tell me what happened."

After a deep sigh and stretch of his arms he'd repeat the entire story from start to end - purposely leaving out the juvenile part about wheelies in front Ryan - a man always looking to remind his father just how young and immature he thinks his only boy still is.

"Sue me, I couldn't leave the girl for dead in the middle of the road. Besides, we weren't followed and no one was put at risk but me."
"You're one person too many in harms way."
"Well dad it turned out for the better, we're fine, and as a bonus we were able to get the parts needed to fix the generator - they're out on our bikes ready to be put to good use"

The two older men would share questioning looks within a brief moment of awkward silence before the Commander finally spoke up again.
"So be it, but I need you to go clean yourself up for dinner, I have an important announcement I'm gonna make."
"What about the parts?"
"I'll find someone else to get em, just go get ready."
"Well in that case, sir yes sir." he'd say with a forced smile, before turning around and heading back towards the grand staircase that lead up to the second floor - lit with candle light due to the malfunctioning generator.




"Everything okay?" a friendly voice would ask as he reached atop the flight of stairs.
"Yeah, Ryan just brought my dad up to question me like I'm an inept child, but it's alright."
"Seriously? What a douche bag."
"Tell me about it, I guess you've been sequestered to dinner too hmm?"
The two would begin to walk down the second floor hallway as Mila responded.
"Indeed I have. But I have no problem going, I'm starving."
"Well I'll see ya down there I guess."
And with that the two parted ways.




A bath or a shower would of been lovely but he was running late as it was, so he instead decided to just wash his hair and face at his bathroom sink and quickly brush the wash cloth over his torso to remove the visible dirt and grime before putting on a new fitted black t-shirt. He then elected to keep on the same pair of grey and green camouflage pants and boots since it was just plain easier.

He knew big announcements were rarely any good or fun when it came to his father, so after he pulled his hair back into a small ponytail Tyler took his leisure time walking to the dinning hall, which once was a lavish living room visited by some of the worlds biggest celebrities - royals included.



"Hey man about time you got here I was gonna eat your plate." Mikey said with a firm pat to the back.
"Well if ya did I would of had to kill ya my friend."
They'd engage in their usual verbal jostling as they made their way towards their seats beside Frank & Ryan.


Turns out the announcement was nothing new for Tyler, but perhaps a brutal realization to the rest of the group that Frank was serious about leaving the Manor. The commander spent nearly twenty minutes explaining why they should move base in the next couple of weeks and continue to head North - something more and more people were becoming opposed to over time, but things stayed relatively calm in terms of outburst and the speech would morph into a recap of the days events. But instead of explaining what had happened himself Frank had his son come up and do most of the talking, something he knew Tyler hated to do.














A guard would linger outside the laundry room turned infirmary with Hillary and the girl as the others left.
"You need any help there Doc?" he'd ask from within the door frame, and the short & sweet 47 year old nurse would turn and shake her head. "No no hun, you go on ahead to dinner I'm fine. Even if she wakes up harshly she's in no condition to put up much of a fight, so go."

Once he closed the door Hillary would pull down the blanket she had covering the girl and continue to undress her until only her under garments were left on. She'd then wipe the girls arm clean, begin an old fashion intravenous drip to help restore her fluids, and then shoot her up with one of their last antibiotic solutions. Hilary then walked around to the girls other side to clean the small bits of sand and dirt that had managed to slip past the girls cloth bandage. Once clean she'd pour Alcohol over the open wound and then wrap it with a proper bandage, an once done with that she'd commence with wiping the girls entire body clean.

"You remind me of a young girl I met years ago, bright red hair and blue eyes you could swim in." she'd whisper with a smile as she pulled the blanket up a few inches past the girls waist.
Ice packs were few and far between, but she knew a quick trip to the dinning hall could net her some ice so off she went.






"Doc! There's a lovely face to see." Hillary would be greeted with as she walked up to the resident chef Willy.

"Why thank you hunny, the food looks lovely. Can I get a to-go plate and a bucket of ice please?"

"To-go plate, sure. Ice? Unfortunately the last of it has melted, won't be anymore until that generator gets fixed."

"Shoot! Well if you have any of the ice water left I'd take that too."
Willy would nod before heading back to the kitchen area, leaving her alone with her thoughts. But she wouldn't be alone for long after being spotted by Tyler - who was looking for any reason to excuse himself from the podium.

"Hey Doc, how's the patient?" he'd ask after jogging over towards her. But before she could answer in full Willy rounded the corner will a plate of food and pale of ice water.
Tyler would take the bucket and Hillary the plate, an after a quick thank you the two would head back towards the infirmary - neglecting to hear Mila & Frank calling out their names.

During their walk the nurse would detail the girls condition out to him, and once back inside the room he'd offer to dip the towels in the water and place them on the girls forehead an arms. Once done he'd take a seat on the couch across the room from the table Hillary was eating at. They'd converse and snack for nearly an hour and a half before the exhausted Lieutenant dozed off where he sat, being a nurse however prompted her to stay awake and constantly change the girls towels for cooler ones, until eventually dozing off herself hours later.

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The young woman had clearly not been in a good state of health upon her arrival, though as the treatment began to get to work on her dehydration then she seemed to improve quickly enough. As the others inhabiting the medical room fell asleep, she was becoming more restless, shifting in her sleep and mumbling incoherently. As she did so, some of the items on the table shuddered lightly, as if being rocked by unseen forces.

She was lying on some rocky ground, the cloudless blue sky stretching out above her. She could have mistaken it for being right where she'd fallen, were it not for the fact that there was a vast planet, complete with silvery rings, taking up at least half of it. Within moments the whole panorama was obscured as a face pulled across it. A long canid snout with twisted ears, half the skin seeming to be missing from its surface and blue marshlights hovering round in empty sockets.
"Aww, what a shame. I was hoping I could eat you dearest." the deranged approximation of an animal whined, though its jaw remained stationary.

"Very funny." Helena muttered, sitting up and shoving the creature off her chest.

The coyote. It had been a perennial feature in her dreams and visions for some years, and, as far as she could tell, was never likely to cause her any harm, despite all its talk.Rising to her feet, she took a short walk from the road and it followed at her heel, trotting briskly with its patchy tail swishing from side to side. She might have jokingly offered a playing fetch, had she not been pretty sure that she was dying.

The surroundings resembled the desert in many ways, except it clearly was not. Strange rock forms rose up from the ground, containing the petrified remnants of push bikes, bird cages, stacks of books. It seemed to go on in all directions. It most likely did. The sun was scalding, and she could feel it keenly, rather uncomfortably... probably would not matter, she supposed.

"You might as well, anyway. I'm not getting out of this one." she stated, taking a seat on one of the twisted rocks and folding her arms.
"So I guess I'll just be hanging round here until I kick it."

The creature gave a shrill, hysterical laugh, throwing its head backward.
"Don't sound so certain Red. You've got some strange luck. Think you might be living for a while longer."

"What, think I'll get picked up by those bastard and become another of their fucking sock puppets? Because that isn't luck." Helena muttered bitterly.

"No, not exactly. You got picked up. Guess I'll have to wait a little while..." the coyote giggled, showing off its jagged set of teeth.
"I'll gnaw your bones yet little Red..."

"If you say so 'yote." she muttered, about to give voice again, but as she did the desert appeared to evaporate around her.

To give way to darkness. And bones. Thousands upon thousands of bones. She was stood atop a heap of them, feet upon bleached crania. She yelped, staring down in alarm, in time for the form of a mech to rise up before her, searchlights centring upon her. She couldn't move. Couldn't run. Couldn't do anything.
'Finally got you... welcome to the family...'


Helena shot upright, eyes wide open. As she did so a bottle of surgical spirit exploded, spraying alcohol across the room. She looked round, blinking a few times and attempting to compose herself, uncertain of what exactly she should be most alarmed about, her dream, the fact that the explosion was probably her, or the fact that she was currently sat in a place she'd never been before with a couple of strangers, and was in her underwear. All were pretty dire.

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For once his mind was at piece as he slept, likely from exhaustion. And if he was left alone he could of comfortably slept for hours longer, however a shriek from across the room would instantly wake Tyler up like an alarm clock.

"What!? What happened!?" he'd call out as he shot up from his laid back position. Quickly spotting Hillary drenched and covering her eyes caused Tyler's reflexes moved him to her side within seconds.

"What's wrong Doc?"
"Al-alcohol, it's in my eyes!"
It was then Tyler looked over to the table where the girl was now sitting up, and then to the floor where the clear plastic bottle of Alcohol was in pieces an it's contents all about the floor.
"Okay hold on a second, I'll get you a wet towel."

After returning to Hillary's side with a dampened towel he'd stand and turn his attention towards the girl, who appeared frightened and confused.

"Hey, there's no need to freak out, I promise." was all he'd manage to say with his arms stretched out towards her before a knock came at the door.
"Yes? What is it?"
"Um can you please open the door, we'd like to make sure everything is alright."
Tyler would look at the girl in front of him for a moment longer before staring over towards the door "Everything's fine, you can be on your way."
"I'm afraid we can't just take your word on that, can you please open the door?"
It was obvious the men at the door were guards since anyone else would of simply left at this point, which caused the Lieutenant to sigh a bit before slowly walking over and opening the door.
"Actually you can just take my word for it"
The three men instantly straightened their back and began to apologize.
"Sorry sir! We thought we heard something crash in one of the rooms on our way to breakfast and we just wanted to check and-"
Tyler would cut the anxious guard off and ease his nerves with a friendly smile "Well you actually got the right room but it's not big deal, see?"
He'd step out of the way enough for the men to see the spilled Alcohol on the floor but not the girl on the table.
"Just spilt something by accident, never claimed to be the most coordinated man in the world."
The group of men would smile and laugh at his small joke before continuing on their way, an after a yawn he'd shut the door then turn back around.

"Sorry about that."
His eyes had once again found their way to the stranger in the room, she no longer looked dirtied an ill so he found himself a bit taken by her soft appearance and sky blue eyes. However as soon as he realized her blanket had fallen and she was barely dressed from the waist up, he'd quickly switch his gaze over to Hillary.

"Hey Doc, you okay to watch her for a little bit?"
"Yes yes, I'm fine."
"Good, I'll be right back."

Tyler made sure his eyes stayed focused on the ground instead of the young woman until he was outside in the hallway again, and within a few minutes he'd be standing outside the room Mila shared with a few other girls.



"Hold on!" a voice called out after he knocked, just for a tall brunette to answer in nothing but a Tshirt a mere second or two later.
"Gee I've got the luck of a Champion today, two beautiful barely dressed women back to back!" he'd joke with a smile, earning him a slightly confused look from the girl in front of him for a moment before a smile crept onto her face.

"Tell me, how do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"How do women manage to look so stunning this early?"
The comment, combined with the warm smile painted on his face, caused the girl to giggle and turn slightly red.
"You're so silly I swear!"

Just then Mila would appear behind the girl rolling her eyes. "Super smooth Mr. Suave, but weren't you in the middle of something hun?"
She'd direct the second half of her statement towards the blushing girl who suddenly remembered she was holding her toothbrush.
"Oh, yeah! Well I'll let you two like talk I guess. Bye Tyler!"
It took everything in Mila not to roll her eyes again at the girls child-like voice and purposeful dragging-out of Tyler's name, an instead she simply put on a fake smile until the girl was no long beside her.

"Okay I know you didn't come here just to flirt with my roommates, so what's up?"
"Me? Flirting? I was just making casual conversation with the girl."
"Yeah, casual conversation my ass Tyler what do you want?"
"Damn, well okay then Ms. sour pants, I wanted to ask you if you could spare some clothes for our new guest."
"Oh, Uhh, I can go see what I have but can I finish getting ready first, or is this of dire importance?" It was only then Tyler noticed Mila was still dressed her her pajamas.
"No you can just drop 'em off outside my door when you're done, I need to go get dressed myself."
"Okey dokey then."
"Okey dokey?? What are you 50 now?" he'd josh, but she'd simply roll her eyes and begin to close the door.
"Hardy har har, so funny." she'd get out, before the door closed in-between them.
"Super friendly as always." was yelled loud enough for her to hear through the door before he took off towards his own room.



The clock on his wall read 7:47 as he entered so he knew he only had thirteen minutes before the generators controlling the water pumps for his side of the house were turned off to help conserve water usage.
All tubs except a select few had drains that had been modified to make it impossible for people to take baths and Tyler happened to stay in one of the few lucky rooms, but he always preferred a shower out of guilt and today was no different.


Relishing every minute of the warm water he'd only leave his curtain-less tub when the water stopped flowing from his shower head.


It was Sunday, a day usually reserved for worship or just relaxation, meaning most dressed rather casually - guards included. So instead of the tired ole camouflage pants he wears day in and day out he threw on a pair of loose fitting jeans with a plain grey tshirt and his usual camo combat boots.
By the time he had his assault rifle slung over his back and was headed towards his door to leave it was 8:20.

"About time." Mila complained as she jumped down from the balcony across the hall from his front door.
"I never said you had to wait for me."
"Point"
"And a good one at that."
"Yeah yeah yeah, here."
She'd go to hand him an outfit she had dug up from her shared closet but he'd tell her to hold onto instead. "Mind giving it to her yourself?"
"Um okay, but why?"
"I don't know, I guess it'll just seem less weird coming from another chick."



A few minutes later the pair would approach the infirmary door and Mila would knock forcefully on it.














After wiping her eyes clean of as much of the Alcohol as possible Hillary made her way over towards the young girl and grabbed a small flashlight nearby.

"It's nice to see you awake, Alcohol all over the place or not." she'd say with a friendly smile before telling the girl she was going to check how responsive her pupils were and then her vitals over the next several minutes.

"Well your blood pressure is a bit low still and your heart rate's a tick or two above normal, but that all should reverse itself as long as you continue to replenish your fluids and get some food in ya. Now let me get that out for you. "
The nurse would remove the IV from the girls arm and then throw it on a desk behind the table.
"There's a glass of water beside you there, drink up hun."
After pointing to the glass she'd go pull out a couple of towels, throw them over were the alcohol had spilt, and then begin to wipe up the mess.

"I'm afraid I don't have anything to munch on in here but I can always go and get you something when I'm done here. Or if you're up to it I can show you to the dining hall."

It took over ten minutes to wipe up the liquid on the floor, and that didn't include the intermittent breaks the older woman took when the smell became too much.

"This plastic shattered just like glass, how odd." she'd whisper to herself as she bent back down to pick up the pieces of hard plastic and then throw them in the trash can.

Before another word could be muttered a knock came at the door and Hillary would go to answer it.
"Milena! How are you dear?"
She was literary the only person in their group to call Mila but her full name on a constant basis other than her parents, but the young woman didn't really mind.
"Hey Doc, I have some clothes for the girl."
"Oh come on in then."

Once the door was shut Tyler would slide down to the floor and rest his arms on his knees as he waited.

"Uh, Hi. I brought you some clothes." Mila said, before placing a pair of jeans and a black and white striped tank top at the end of the table the girl was laying on.
"I haven't worn those in years and they're Jr's, so it might be kinda fitted - sorry."



"Now you let us know if you need any help getting dressed okay? We'll be over here!"
The nurse would pull two gaudy folding screens together to give the girl a sense of privacy, and they'd only come out once she said she was done.

"How is she?" Mila would ask as her and Hillary took a seat on some chairs behind the screens. The two would whisper about the girls condition and other things until it was okay for them to come out.


Mila headed straight to the door as her stomach began to rumble.
"Hungry hmm?"
"Yeah, didn't eat much last night."
"Well make sure you eat your whole plate at breakfast, you too-" Hillary would stop mid-sentence at the realization she hadn't got the name of the girl she had been treating this whole time.
"Oh my goodness, to think it hasn't crossed my mind to get your name. I'm Hillary most of the folks around here call me Doc though, and this young lady beside me goes by Mila. What is your name?"

Before the girl could answer Mila opened the door, which caused Tyler to jump up from the floor.
"About time" he'd say with a smirk as payback for Milas identical comment earlier.
Hillary however stayed inside the infirmary and wait for the girl to respond before joining the other two out in the hallway.
Only once everyone was out would she close and lock the door. While she did so Tyler took a moment to look over towards the girl he had carried into camp the other evening and then hold out his hand.

"Name's Tyler, how are you feeling now?"

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At the cry of pain from across the room Helena gave a start, gaze snapping over toward it to see someone struggling with the stuff that she'd sent all across the room in her eyes. Her first instinct was to apologize and she opened her mouth, but then the logical part of brain finally kicked into gear and she swiftly stopped herself.

Bad idea.

She didn't want to go around freely admitting what she was to strangers. The perception of psychics varied widely in the wasteland settlements. The reaction could be anything from wanting to keep her there forever to burning her in the public square as the work of satan, and she didn't want to make gambles like that when she was not certain she could even stand up.

Her hands were shaky, her head pounded, and her throat felt as if it had been attacked with wire wool. She couldn't take on anybody, and already rather wound up the sound of others at the door only agitated her further.

Still pretty confused, and already alarmed by the fact that she was half naked with two strangers in the room, even aside from the incident with the bottle, she didn't really want that to happen.

Much to her relief, the male individual in the room was quick to repel them, and spared her the indignity.
When he turned back toward her she smiled weakly and mouthed a 'thank-you', her voice not really responding too well thanks to her dry mouth.

Helena was not certain how long she'd been out. Her temperature felt a great deal more normal so she guessed her fever had broken sometime in the interim, though even before she'd collapsed her sense of time had ended up a bit screwed and she had no idea what day it was, let alone the time.

The upside was that she was feeling much better, if a bit weak, and it seemed unlikely that the illness would be the end of her. It was still a surprise, to the point that she still somewhat doubted that it was real. Her mind could conjure up very elaborate things when it wanted to. Though, the lack of any deranged coyote things seemed to imply that it was the real world, still, it didn't rid her of the slightly surreal sense of the experience, particularly when she'd not spoken to a soul in months.


The red haired girl remained silent as the woman she assumed to be a doctor looked her over properly and gave her pretty much an all clear, before pointing her to some water, which she did not need much encouragement over. Helena drained the cup almost in one, pleased to find it seemed to fix her throat.

The musings regarding the alcohol bottle made her nervous though. The doctor did not appear to assume any involvement in it from her, but head clearly realized there was something strange about it, and Helena was the main variable there. Fortunately, she seemed to remain friendly enough, something Helena was grateful for, even if she remained pretty quiet.

Soon enough another individual had joined them, a woman, who handed her some clothes. The young woman mumbled a quick 'thank-you' and smiled awkwardly in response, though it was only once the two had retreated behind a screen, leaving her in comparative privacy, that Helena managed to properly compose herself.

It did not seem dangerous. If these folk had any nasty intentions there was no need to deceive her, she was hardly in much of a state to take them on and they would have had ample time to get away with anything sordid while she was unconscious. If they'd wanted her dead there would have been no need for them to work on bringing her back, so she was safe for the moment. She just had to keep her power under wraps until she had a better idea of how they regarded freaks like her. They might have no problems with it for all that she knew.


She leant her weight upon the table until she was certain that her legs weren't going to collapse on an attempt to stand, but aside from a bit of dizziness she felt alright, and it was simple enough to compensate as she pulled on the clothes she'd been gifted. While the young woman was a bit on the short side the clothing came up a little short, sitting quite close to her form and leaving about half an inch of her midriff visible, but it did not appear too bad. Even as a hand me down they were in much better state than the clothes she'd been wearing when she had passed out, most of them having been scavenged from derelict properties during her wanderings. Most of those ended up frayed, moth-eaten or ill-fitting.

These were clean and free of missing patches so were a big improvement.

When she was satisfied that modesty had been resorted to some degree the other women stepped back out, and she was asked her name. That was the first time the girl spoke more than a couple of words strung together.
"My name's Helena..Helena Neverwinter. Family used to call me Lena for short." she replied to the older woman as she moved to follow them out, assuming that was what was expected.

As she walked out she caught sight of the man from before who'd stopped the room ending up full of people after the stunt with the spirit container.

"I'm Helena. Or Lena... I feel...okay I guess.Better than I did." she replied, addressing everyone as she had been asked twice, hesitantly reaching out to shake hands with her unbandaged arm. The cut on the other felt quite sore, but she suspected that was a good thing, that it had been properly cleaned and would start to heal, that was at least one thing less to worry about.
"No coyotes which is a relief..."
She apparently didn't realize the peculiar nature of what she'd said, stating it quite casually.

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"No coyotes which is a relief..." was a comment that threw both Mila and Tyler for a loop, but instead of saying anything they simply exchanged awkward glances and a couple of shoulder shrugs before chalking it up to the dehydration.

Hillary would talk about and point out random things on their way to the dinning area, however once there she'd quickly part ways with the group and begin to socialize with her usual circle of friends. "Make sure you drink lots of fluid and eat your whole plate sweety!" would be her parting words to Helena.

"Well, I'm gonna go sit with the girls and eat off their plates like usual, catch ya later." Mila piped up with before taking off in the direction of her roommates - suddenly leaving Tyler alone with the rebel factions latest addition.

"Um, fluids, that's what the Doc said right? " he'd say questioningly before gesturing Helena to follow him over towards the serving line.
Within moments of their arrival he'd get a firm pat on the back from crew-mate Mikey just as he picked up a glass of watered-down lemonade and handed it over to Helena.
"Hey man I was wondering where ya were, thought you overslept!"
"I wish, the old man would never let that happen though."
"Ya never know maybe he'd-" Mikey suddenly cut himself short when he caught a glimpse of the conversations inadvertent third wheel "-whoa, you sure do clean up nice hunny!"

"Really man?"
"What??"
"You sound like a creep, that's what."
The two continued exchanging harmless verbal jabs for several seconds before Helena's presence over his shoulder jarred him back into what he was doing.

"Sorry, here." Tyler said, before picking up a plate of Eggs and toast from the counter and handing it to her. "We ration stuff out here in equal proportions but I'm sure you're starving an I'm not all that hungry so-"
He'd grab a plate meant for himself and then begin to scrape the eggs onto Helena's plate, leaving him with only two pieces of toast - one of which he'd also put on her plate even though in reality he was pretty hungry.
"Whoa, how come you never share shit with me man!?!"

Before anything else could be said Frank would stand up at the end of a table several feet away and begin to address the quited group of a hundred or so.

"Come on, we should go sit down."
Tyler lead them through several sets of rugged tables until the threesome found their way to the end of the one were Frank was standing. Mikey took his usual seat but since there wasn't another seat available anywhere close by Tyler offered his seat to Helena and then leaned up against the wall a few feet away to eat his dry piece of toast.

His father would go on about trivial communal things for nearly fifteen minutes before turning towards a slightly more serious topic.
"Now I know we don't usually do patrols on a Sunday but it doesn't hurt to change things up every once in a while so the enemy doesn't find a pattern in our behavior, so please forgive me for stealing some of your sons or daughters away from you for a couple of hours today but it's routine, nothing major, and I'll get them back to ya as soon as possible.....enjoy the rest of your breakfast."


Not believing for a second the bit his father just put out about suddenly switching up their patrolling schedule, Tyler walked over to the table, placed his empty plate down beside Helena's and then leaned over towards his father.
Sensing his sons incoming question the commander quickly spoke up first - conveniently changing the topic as he gathered up his things to leave.
"So this must be the girl you found out in the desert," he'd say before holding out his hand to shake. "Commander Frank Krill - welcome to the Southern California Rebel Faction, I'm sure my son here can show you around and help you with anything you need while I go check on a few things."
With a quick nod of the head the greying older man would turn and begin to walk away, but Tyler quickly caught up.

"Da-I mean, Commander. I understand your point on changing up scheduled patrols, but without notice? What's going on??"
Knowing he couldn't escape his sons questions Frank stopped several feet from where the pair first stood and put his hand on his boys shoulder.
"I don't want you guys to worry, but we sent a few of our couriers out with letters for the Northern Rebel Faction but they came back within twenty minutes, said a line of Mechs ten strong were stationary on a road we usually have no problem traversing."
"Do you think they're tracking us somehow?"
"I doubt it, but it's worth checking out. For now though show the new girl around and make sure she understands how things run here. I won't be sending you guys out for another hour."
"How things run here? You make it sound like a prison dad."
"You know I don't mean it like that, just show her around, relax some....make sure you're outside at 10[am] though."
"Understood."



Unconsciously Tyler began to scratch the back of his head as he walked back towards the table and took a seat in the chair his father had been sitting in earlier.
"So I'm suppose to show you around but I'm not really sure where to start to be honest."
"Hey how about outside, I was gonna take my new lady to the courts to show her how good these guns are with a racket!" Mikey suggested before flexing his arms.
"The kiddies shouldn't be out there yet, so why not?"
Having no other starting point in mind Tyler shrugged his shoulders an agreed before looking over towards Helena again
"If you have any questions about whatever ask away, we'll try to answer them. An if don't feel up to it you don't have to go outside, the tennis courts are a fifteen minute walk at least....I can always show you back to the infirmary." he said before grabbing his Fathers untouched glass of water and taking a sip.

"I mean physically or mentally up to it, since I'm sure you might be a bit turned off from the idea of quality time with the creep beside you." Tyler joked with a wide grin.
"Yeah yeah yeah, hey I'll be back in a second - gotta go find my girl."

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"Honestly? This is pretty much luxury compared to what I'm used to. Scavenging just gets more and more tricky. Most stuff has just rotted to nearly nothing now. Things still edible have had so many preservatives put in they hardly class as food anymore." she explained as she took a drink from the glass.
"When you're a kid you think it would be great just to live on candy bars and cans of coke every day. Then you have to do it for three weeks out of necessity and you realize why your parents told you not too. I felt so sick for those three weeks." she laughed slightly, biting on a corner of the toast.
Admittedly Helena felt guilty that she'd been given most of her guide's food. She reminded herself that soon enough she would be playing 'canned food roulette' again and hoping that the tins with the water damaged lables in the bottom of her pack were soup and not cat food. He'd have plenty of opportunities to eat this stuff so she might as well make the most of it and hopefully counteract whatever deficiencies she'd probably acquired from eating only random tinned things, dried pasta and powdery candy bars for weeks.

They sat down, and a man who appeared to be the authority in the room, started talking, so Helena remained courteously silent. Most of it more or less washed over her, routine stuff regarding cleaning rotas or there being too much noise late at night. It seemed kinda surreal from her perspective how life seemed to exist in a semblance of normality here considering the world had all gone to hell.

Initially, the talk about the patrol didn't really catch her interest, though the guy who had been showing her around had clearly noticed something was off. As he rose to his feet she followed suit, not really wanting to be wandering around this rather (ironically) alien place on her own.



As the man whom she had assumed to be in charge began explaining, Helena was silent, and listened in, finishing off her food and drink as she did so. Her sore throat was starting to wear off to a bearable degree at least and she felt no longer dizzy and unsteady. She mostly used her undamaged arm to eat with, but it was not look much of an issue. That arm had always been a bit of a problem due to injuring it a long time previous. She had metal pins in it in places and restricted movement in her left shoulder. She suspected that it should have had further surgery on it as she grew, but obviously that was never going to happen and she'd simply had to get used to the issues caused by it.


Helena frowned when she heard what was being said regarding the arrivals of mechs not that far off. She hoped this had nothing to do with her presence. That was most likely paranoia on her part, she thought, but then it was paranoia that had kept her alive for that long, she couldn't afford not to be. She resolved to listen in on it, at least. It seemed a bad idea to run off when she was already sick just on a suspicion.

"I walk all day usually, so I should be able to handle it....creepiness notwithstanding." she responded with a wry smile.
Admittedly she hardly felt like she was at her best, and she didn't imagine she would be for a few days at least, but she could walk around well enough. She just hoped she was not going to have to do some serious running. If she caught any hint that things knew she was here then... she was just going to have to book it and hope she didn't end up passing out somewhere again. This place seemed nice enough, but she reminded herself that it was only a very temporary arrangement. When the creatures started coming, you simply had to run.

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Tyler smiled a bit at her mention of "Creepiness notwithstanding", before addressing her ability to walk.

"Well that's a good thing. You shouldn't have to walk all that much around here - most people will just offer to do things for you since you're new....anyways-"

Before he could finish his last thought Mikey walked up with a moderately attractive blonde in her mid thirties on his arm an quickly introduced her as Molly.

"We going or what?"
"Yeah yeah we're going - lead the way."

After his friend and the girl walked past them Tyler would get up to follow - waving Helena along, however before he could reach the door the couple just walked out of - Mila stepped in front of him.
"And where exactly are you guys going?" she'd ask as if she was joking, even though she was really prying.
"Oh we're just-"
"Ty! Come on man, times a wasting!!"
"Gotta run, showing the new girl around ya know? Catch ya later though."

Before she could respond Tyler would jog over towards Mikey, expecting Helena to follow - leaving Mila standing there slightly annoyed an upset.




The walk to the Tennis Courts was pretty uneventful, minus Tyler pointing out random things to Helena, such as the makeshift school outside, and the place where they kept the dirt bikes/ATV's an other vehicles.
"We also have a ragtag gas station in the back of that old school bus over there, I guess this place IS a luxury, but if you ask me we've gotten too comfortable here....this whole world has gone to hell, and no place is safe from the scum or their psychics!"
His tone turned more serious towards the end of his comment, however Mikey throwing a ball directly their way suddenly snapped him back into a lighter mood.

"Trying to hit a girl? That's low." Tyler teased, as he caught an old torn tennis ball inches from Helena's abdomen.

"Come on man, I knew you'd catch it! Now throw it back."
Ignoring his friends request though he instead began to toss the ball back and forth between his own hands before looking over towards Helena.

"I don't know if you've every played Tennis before, I mean it's not really taught in schools anymore is it? Well we don't have rackets here - just old worn out tennis balls - but they still bounce! So we just play with our hands......kind of like handball but with a net in between us versus a wall. Here, they can show you...."

After throwing the ball back over towards Mikey Tyler would goad him into quick game with his latest squeeze, and then find a shady spot for Helena to sit and him to stand - preferring to be on his feet/guard after what his father had mentioned to him.
"It should be cooler under this tree."

He wouldn't say anything else for the next several minutes as they watched his friend attempt to play against Molly, but once it became clear she was going to win every round Tyler decide to sit down and start up a conversation.

"I guess I shouldn't of judged a book by it's cover - thought he'd be the one going easy on her." he joked.

"So if you don't mind me asking, what were you doing out in the middle of the desert....alone? Were you lost or something?"

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The young woman followed along near Tyler as close as was reasonable slightly...a bit unreasonably nervous about becoming lost. It wasn't like she new this person all that well but..she had no reason to think he had any poor intentions and admittedly she was finding everything a bit of culture shock having been so much isolated for the years she had been. It was almost a relief to get outside and away from a large number of people.

The redhead trotted along at pace with the others, listening to what was being said and doing her best to commit the route to memory as well as other things of any note. That was until a remark from her guide caused a sensation like cold water flooding her stomach.

Lena bit down on her cheek. Psychics. She couldn't blame him for his attitude really. The psychic has become like a symbol of the ferocity and oppression dealt out by the invaders but... it was quite natural for people to see them as the enemy. It didn't help her though. What it suggested was that if they knew she was going to end up being kicked out at best of shot at worse. Maybe not shot. They liked to save ammunition in the wastes now. Maybe hit over the head with something instead. Didn't bear thinking about.

She was going to have to be really careful. It was...probably okay for now. She wasn't in any immediate difficulty so her abilities weren't going to manifest themselves....hopefully. Trying to shake it out of her conscious mind, she tried to think back to the conversation.

"Impressive. I played tennis a bit like, years back before things happened...probably forgot everything about that now. Y'know, other things..."

Like surviving, not being caught, ensuring that she was not going to end up as one of those puppet people.That was a far worse fate than.. She stopped herself. Thinking too much on that wasgoing to trigger something off.. It was something of a good timing that he pointed out somewhere to sit and she did so, pulling her knees up and leaning on them.

They watched for a while, before the rather awkward matter came up. How she got there.

"Yeah, ginger going out in the sun... there HAD to be something wrong right?" she replied, giving a slightly askew grin in his direction.

"Nope...I wasn't lost...not any more lost than is typical. My family uh... well they were lost in pretty much the first wave. Walked out of the house one morning and my dad is making french toast while my mom is putting like, five sugars in her coffee while stating that bacon is totally bad for you..." she laughed a little.
"... I come back and the place is ransacked...there's blood all over the place. I never did find my mom but my dad was still there...it wasn't pretty. I always kicked myself that I never learned first aid or stuff like that but... I don't think even if I had I could have really done anything.

Anyway...well.. I just... didn't really have other people to go to. I didn't have a load of friends and my dad didn't really know his family, most of my mom's live off Norway so not likely to get there...I just ended up on my own and pretty much stayed that way."

This was part of the reason. She didn't really enjoy keeping the much bigger factors quiet but...it wasn't something that she could do. Too dangerous to admit it.

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"Nope...I wasn't lost...not anymore lost than is typical." Helena stated, before explaining how exactly she ended up alone in the desert - wandering. As she went on Tyler couldn't help but feel bad for her situation. Sure, he also lost his mom and traded in his normal life of little league an youth football for a life on the run, being in constant danger of getting killed....but at least he wasn't alone. He always had his father an other rebels around him as a family unit of sorts.

"Well now I feel sorry for asking." he'd say in a light-hearted manner, attempting to soften the mood up for a moment with a small smile before things got serious again.
"My mom....she was killed early on too. We barely made it out into the desert before they gunned her down like it was nothing. Yet people still think they're safe in those domed cities, after seeing what the Scum can do! I don't get it..."
Not being one to show a lot of emotion - at least when it makes him appear vulnerable - Tyler stopped himself short of a full fledged rant and ran his fingers through his hair a few times before speaking once more. "I wasn't alone though, so I guess I can't imagine what it was like for you out there."

He could tell she was purposely holding something back, but who was he to question her? He felt like doing so would come off as pushy or rude anyways, so instead he kept his questions - like "what exactly have you been up to for ten years" - to himself, thinking it wasn't really a big deal.

Out of nowhere a voice would ring out, interrupting their silence.
"Tyler!!"
It sounded like Mila be he wasn't sure....that is until the voice rang out again.
"Behind you! On the third floor!" and with that Tyler would turn around where he sat and look up.
"Mila? Any particular reason you're yelling at me from a window?" he'd asked, with a confused look on his face.
"Oh I don't know, maybe I just like chatting about the weather threw the window?!"
"Funny, very funny, so are you going to tell me what's up or must I sit through more bad humor?"
"Well someone thought it was a great idea to give me the task of loading the ATV's, an my only help is a thirteen year old brat who much rather throw rocks in the pool than actually help. So-"
Tyler sighed and cut his friend off, knowing he was the one who told her to do a task that usually is done with three or four people.
"Fine, give me a minute."

After standing up to stretch Tyler called over to Mikey and let him know he had to go help Mila, before looking back at Helena.
"You can come with, if you want that is. I don't wanna make you feel like I'm keeping an eye on you - my father kinda made it seem like that before. But this isn't a prison an I'm not a prison guard - I'm too sensitive and fashionable for prison work!" he'd joke with a huge smile.

"Seriously though, you don't have to come if you rather wander around on your own."
Suddenly a low rumble could be heard in the distance, causing the smile on his face to disappear.
"What the-"
Out of nowhere the ground began to shake violently - causing things that weren't firmly grounded to fall over or collapse.
Without thinking Tyler grabbed Helena by the arm and began to pull her over towards a small storage shed he knew was on the other side of the Tennis courts - which is where Mikey and Molly were heading too.


"What the hell is going on?" Mikey yelled as he reached the structure an opened the door for Molly.
"I have no Idea, come on - get inside!"

After pulling Helena inside both him and Mikey would slide a rusted dresser in front of the doors.
"Move away from the doors." Tyler yelled out before jumping atop the dresser to look out the only front-facing window, positioned above the entrance.

"What is it?"
"Nothing, I don't see anything, it must be an-"
The appearance of a long crack in the side of the shelter caused the Lieutenant to cuss under his breath.
"A what!?"
"Earthquake! We gotta get out of here, the place is gonna cave in!"
However as soon as Tyler jumped to the ground the shaking began to settle down - eventually disappearing several seconds later, leaving the damaged structured still standing.



"Oh man, that was wild!"
"Yeah I can only imagine the panic that quake's causing inside, we should head back in."

Tyler would offer to help Helena up before pushing the dresser out the way and leading the group out of the storage shed, and they would just barely make it a safe distance away before the back of the structure would cave in.

"Oh my god, that was close." Molly chimed in with as the group stopped for a second to look back before continuing on to the back door.

"Are you alright?" Tyler asked as he looked to Helena.
Mila, his father, an a small group of rebels would come rushing out the door at the same time, and before a response could come they'd begin talking.
"Thank God you guys are okay!" Mila said as she jogged over towards them - stopping herself awfully short of giving Tyler a hug.

"Son, are you alright?" his father added in, with a firm pat to the shoulder.
"I'm Fine, but-"
"-did you see anything?"
"No, I think it was just an Earthquake."

"Okay well nevertheless you need to leave out now, survey the area and check to see if the Mechs are still lined up, Earthquake or not people are rattled, hopefully you guys can bring back decent news. Just be careful, if that was an Earthquake we're bound to get some bad aftershocks."

"Yes sir."

Everyone began to head to the same back door the Commander and company came out of, but Tyler would stand still long enough to get an answer to the question he had asked her before the Earthquake began; "So, would you just prefer to just stay here? I could walk you back to the infirmary, I'm sure the Doc wouldn't mind you staying over there."

He'd wait for her answer before leading the way back inside. If she agreed to stay he'd walk her back to where Hillary was, but if she wished to come with them the pair would head to the ATV's and help the others gas them up and load on firepower to their back and side compartments.

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Lena smiled slightly.
"Oh don't worry about it. Not to say it's not pretty dark but...not really peculiar to me now. Besides, it's not like I want to hide my family away. I loved them, I like to talk about them. Pass the memories on, you know. Only when people forget about you and what you stood for do you end up totally gone. I'm sorry about your mom. I mean, I can't really say exactly what happened to my mom but she was never the kinda person to crawl round people. Can't see her ever going to live in those places. "

The young woman rose to her feet, walking beside the young man. She didn't really mind being with someone. It was nice enough just to actually talk to somebody, after her rather hermit-ish lifestyle.

"And I am way too pretty for prison anyway, I know what happens and I want no part of it." she joked.
"Honestly? I'd probably only end up getting turned round if I wandered round this place without anyone else. Don't have the greatest sense of direction. Sometimes-"

She was cut off mid sentence as the ground began to shudder. It took her a moment to try and set upon what was happening, though in that time her companion had seized her arm and pulled her into a storage building. Admittedly, realizing what they were experiencing, she wasn't certain she was happier inside, when it might fall. Further alarm registered as the wall began to crack. Lena started to weigh up the likelihood of her powers helping matters, maybe keeping the roof up if everything collapsed in on itself, but as quickly as the shaking had begun it subsided and the hours of them seemed to give a collective sound of relief...

With the barriers removed they'd set off back outside to take in some of the disarray. Lena's mind was on the source of it. The area was modrerrately seismically active if she remember what she was thought, but such things didn't help her never on the subject. She toyed with a strand of hair as she listened into the exchange. It appeared to have just been a quake. Hopefully.


It seemed to instill more of a sense of urgency, and Tyler was expected to get moving. He was kinda enough to offer to help her back but admittedly Lena felt a little useless as it stood.
"Oh, yeah I'm fine." she responded.
"I'll come along ;I feel kinda guilty about everyone doing stuff for me. I can help a bit. You know, before you head out."

Helena followed with them to the ATVs, helping move some of the things around. She was feeling pretty well, and felt happier to be contributing a little...

That was, until she caught sight of something in her periphery.

Something no-one else was able to see.

She paused, seeming to be staring off into the empty space on one of the ATVs.

The coyote leaned on it, grinning.
The sunlight glinted off the ridges of its skinless sockets.

"You know you're going to bring all fourty-seven flavours of trouble down on these people dontcha?" it crowed.
"Not content with dying in the desert are you out to make sure you expire with all of these people. Well, you are norwegian, it may be a viking thiing ahaha..."

"Shut up." Helena muttered, staring up at it, not really taking into account that she was stood with rather a number of people who could listen in.

"Well it is sort of true. Yknow that something will arrive. Soon. And badly. Families always drift back together you knoww. Charred corpses'll litter the ground. Men, women, kids...they will pick it clean like a scavenger on carrion. ..but that's not what really scares you...is it?" it giggled.

"I said shut up." Helena responded, more obviously now, stepping back from this area of empty space she was apparently conversing with.

"You're a bit ashamed of it admittedly, but it's what they'll do when they find you that frightens you the most. You wonder what it would feel like, being robbed of your free will. Well, if you stay I'm sure you'll not be in suspense for much longer..."

At that point there was a sharp metallic rasp as Helena seized a tool that lay on the ground and flung it at the vision, causing it to disappear in a burst of colour. She stood there, looking rather alarmed, though as of yet not really aware of the scene she'd just caused.

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There were a group of six ATV's and dirt bikes parked on the side of the mansion being gasped up beside a blue school bus, which was where they housed the containers of gas they were able to siphon from abandoned cars.
Tyler would point out the same five people who had been there in the desert when they found her - including Mikey & Mila - along with a young kid they were training.

"It'll just be the six of them plus us, kay? I'll be right back," he'd point out a bench Helena could sit down on. "I'm gonna go help load the rpg launchers and canteens."

Without another word Tyler jogged over to Mikey and began to load their vehicles with the appropriate weaponry and tools.
As they hit their final vehicle - Tyler's ATV - the Commander and Colonel Phillips could be seen walking towards them.



"Lieutenant." his father said very formally, before nodding to acknowledge Mikey's presence.
"Commander, any reason we're being so formal? It's just Mikey and Sir Phillips his excellency here."
Tyler would smirk at his clever little nick name for the Colonel, but his friend was unable to keep from laughing - something that didn't sit well with either men.
"That's enough!" his father would yell, harshly enough to cease any laughter - but the smirk on Tylers face would remain.

"This is serious, the Earthquake rattled everyone in the camp an if the Mechs are still lined up on the street that's just going to add to everyone's fears.
"Well it's not like we're gonna come back screaming it from the rafters if they're still there"
"Yes but such things never manage to say secret for very long - do they? Now, you are not to engage unless you're under threat from the enemy, this is purely a recognizance mission, if they're still lined up ten strong where the couriers said they were observe their movements and then return so that we can form a plan on how to deal with the matter. If they're not where we were told travel a few miles up an around to see if you can spot them. Do a good sweep of the area before you come back, we need to try and figure out if they're on our track or just passing by - understood?"
"Yes sir, a recognizance mission with no engaging unless necessary, got it."
"Good.....and be safe."
The Commander would firmly grab his sons shoulder as a subtle but clear sign of affection before walking off.


"Damn, just great, an I was all ready for some target practice - RPG style man!"
"You'll live to fight another day, no worries Superman."




Once his ATV was loaded up Tyler would lean against it and beckon the rest of the group to pipe down.
"Okay guys listen up," was all he'd get out though before Helena's voice suddenly caught everyone's attention, causing them to turn around to see her talking......to no one.

"I SAID SHUT UP!" the small red head yelled into thin air, which lead to confused expressions on the faces of those looking on. Then out of nowhere she'd pick up a blow gun tool from the ground and throw it towards the back of Mila's ATV, causing the the frazzled blonde to jump back.

"Oh boy..." Mikey muttered, right before Mila climbed over her bike and began to storm towards Helena.
"What the hell is your problem! Are you freaking insane or what?"
Tyler managed to step in between the two girls before Mila got too close though.

"Mila, stop."
"ME!? She just threw a damn blow gun at me!"
"I know, but-"
"But nothing!"
She would go to walk around Tyler but he'd grab her by the shoulders before she could.
"I said stop! Now back up....that's an order."
He'd let go of her shoulders after a few tense seconds and she'd step back - albeit reluctantly.
Sensing the others all staring Tyler would turn towards them and stretch his arms out in annoyance.
"Shows over! Get your crap ready, we're heading out in five minutes."

Once the others went back to what they were doing Tyler turned back to face a still visibly annoyed Mila.
"You can't SERIOUSLY be considering bringing her with us can you?"
Ignoring the question he'd go to his ATV and pull off one of the canteens to hand to Helena.
"Here, you need to stay hydrated, more than the rest of us."

"She needs to stay here! Tyler, she's clearly unstable!"
"Mila," he'd begin, before leading the blonde several feet from Helena so they could talk out of earshot.
"She's a liability!"
"Well if you think she's so unstable shouldn't she come with us, not stay here where you can't keep your ever watchful eye on her."
His joke was met with rolling eyes and crossed arms.
"I think she should be locked in a room with Hilary until we get back."
Mila would turned away from him and begin to pull her hair up into a ponytail.
"She's just dehydrated, lack of fluids can cause hallucinations...you know that. Besides, I told her she could come with us if she didn't wanna stay here, it'd be fucked up to drop her on Hilary now would it not?"
"What's it to you, it's not like she's a friend! But by all means, bring her. But if she throws something at me again-"
"-you'll what? Get yourself demoted?"


Mila would roll her eyes at his comment then begin to push her bike up towards the front of the driveway with the others, and Tyler would turn around to walk back towards Helena and his ATV.


"You feeling better?" he'd mention as he looked down at the canteen he had handed her.
Before much conversing could occur between the two of them his watch would beep on the hour, 10am in this instance, causing him to hop on his bike.

"Come on" he'd say as he looked back at Helena."You're gonna have to ride with me..."




He'd show her where to hook the canteen before sliding up some to give her room to sit, an only after she was holding onto him would he take off to lead the others to the property's main gate, where he'd turn his ATV around to face the others and finish off his rundown of the mission as well as an explanation behind the route they'd take to the scene.


"Okay listen up, it would be pretty stupid to stay on the road the entire way, so at the halfway point we're going to divert and take an old dirt trail the rest of the way. The path is a little overgrown but nothing we can't handle, and the trees are dense enough to provide some cover but not so much we can't get a decent look at the street from the pathway. Any questions??"

"Yeah, why are we going out so soon, what if there's an aftershock??" one of the men asked. "Don't fall into a crack and you'll be great!" Tyler responded with a smirk, before pulling the sunglasses atop his head down over his eyes and turning his vehicle around just as the gates were being opened.







The ride to the halfway point was smooth an uneventful, and the journey down the sometimes bumpy overgrown park trail was also meant with nothing out of the ordinary.
Once a mile out from where they were heading for Tyler would wave his hand in the air to signal to the rest of the group to slow down - eventually coming to a stop when the street could be seen through the trees and shrubbery.
They'd walk the rest of the way, pushing their bikes along with them, as to not make a lot of noise when they approached the scene, though it would soon appear such a move was done for nothing.

"Looks like they've moved." Mila said as the group peered onto the empty roadway the couriers claimed was impassable not long ago.
"Maybe, before we separate to search the area lets walk a few hundred yards up - see if we spot them at the T-Intersection ahead."
"Must we really continue to walk?"
"Oh I don't know Mila, do you really wanna roll up to the intersection with our engines roaring? I think we're all able-bodied enough to push these bikes to the end of the path, which according to my father's map just so happens to coincide with the intersection the street ends at. There we'll be able to survey the rest of the street as well as the main road that leads into town. I don't like the idea of being stuck in a dead end but we should be fine as long as we're aware of our surroundings."

Everyone made smart remarks about having to walk as they hoped off their vehicles again, seeing as how everyone had mistakenly gotten back on their bikes at the sign of no Mechs - Tyler included.
But no real protest was had other than some words, an everyone would quickly begin pushing their way up the dirt path.


"Ladies first." Tyler would say, before jumping off the bike first in an attempt to make Helena smile, or bet yet - laugh.
He'd wait for her to get off the vehicle being joining the rest in the slow but steady trek towards the end of the path.


"Nice park....minus the whole alien invasion part. You grow up anywhere close to LA?"
He'd ask Helena, as Mila occasionally glanced over at the girl.

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Lena scrambled back in alarm as the enraged Mila rounded on her, quite immediately going on the defensive.
"I...I'm sorry!" she cried.
"I wasn't aiming at you! Really! I...I was aiming at the coyote!"

She was fully expecting to get punched, and was not entirely certain she didn't have that coming, when Tyler leapt between them and she took the opportunity to scamper off.


She sat down, taking a few sips of the water, casting a couple of glances in the direction ofthe argument taking place. She decided it was probably better to keep her mouth shut considering. After sitting there for a couple of minutes, her alarm had been replaced with first disbelief.
"...I was aiming at the coyote?"
Then amusement.
"...I was aiming at the coyote."

By the time Tyler walked back over she was feeling sort of sane again.
"Uh...sorry about that." she muttered.
"I guess I'm not really running at a hundred percent yet. I seriously didn't mean anything."

She felt guilty about it, but then there was not a great deal she could do now. The Mila woman was pretty pissed and there did not seem to be much she could say that would change it....not for a while at any rate. She just had to concentrate on not doing anything overtly unstable for some time.

As a consequence, she stayed pretty silent on the trip out. The first sound was a short giggle as Tyler hopped off before her. She slid off behind, starting to follow and listening to what was being said. She was also watching. Hypervigilance was something she had to live by, life spent trying to remain out of trouble. She had learned to pick up on signs that she was near Them. Some small, subtle indications that could save you. Those worked as far as further proximity, told her what roads not to walk...but it was her power that generally warned her of imminent attack.

She was distracted by watching out, to the degree that it took her a little while to realize a question had been addressed to her.

"Lived further north." she replied.
"Mom was never really a fan of the hot weather. I moved down after...all the stuff happened. First winter after the attack was so bad I decided I didn't want to have to try and get through another like it. I know the sun is kinda lethal here...but at least with that you can get some shade. When you've got freezing temperatures...you don't get away from it. I had a pretty close call. So I ended up making my way down as the time passed, kept to the minor roads."

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"Lived further north." Helena mentioned, before filling Tyler in on where she lived as a child, as well as her journey to LA.

"I actually wanted to live up North as a kid, I hated the heat here. I use to think you could always put on more clothing to stay warm but here the heat's so scorching at times that you could be butt naked and still feel hot, and I also use to complain to my parents like a brat for the whole White Christmas deal every year.....it's funny how trivial some things seem now, White Christmas's and Black Fridays - we really took things for granted."

Silence would linger between them for a moment as Tyler looked about, taking note of the lack of activity around them as well as the dead end approaching ahead.
"Traveling all the way from up North by yourself must of been pretty lonely...." he'd say, speaking up again out of the blue. "At least you have my beautiful face to gaze upon now whenever you're bored, just try not to stare too often....you might become addicted to the view!"
Between the wink and cocky smile on his face it was obvious Tyler was simply joking, but he threw in a slight nudge to Helena's shoulder for good measure - hoping she'd perhaps smile as well.


A couple minutes later the slow but steady procession would come to a halt as the dirt trail came to a dead end. The trees in front and beside them were wide enough apart that the roadway was visible, and in neither direction did Tyler spot a Mech or Crawler.

"Okay listen up, Mech's don't just disappear in a flash so they can't be that far. To cover more ground we're gonna split up, Mila will lead half of you to the left further into the Hills and I'll take the other half to the right which leads out of the neighborhood. Hopefully we'll find something useful, or maybe catch them retreating, either way remember to not engage in combat unless it's to defend yourself, then at that point make sure you do not retreat in a manner that leads them back to this dirt path. I don't care if it takes you four hours out of your way, we must avoid being trailed back to camp at all costs.
Keep radio communication amongst yourselves to a minimum, and Mila - only check in with me every 20 minutes unless it's an emergency or a goldmine. After an hour we'll return here and head home, that is unless you've been cornered. If you're stuck and can't return here without fear of being followed radio in and we'll go from there. And please, keep the volume on your radio's headgear to a minimum, the last thing we need is a squeaky earpiece attracting unwanted attention.
Any questions?"


"Yeah, why can't I whack one of those bastards, my baby's itching to blast a hole right through a mech!" Mikey chimed in, as he stroked the body of his rocket launcher.
"Avoiding conflict is an order from the top, we're simply out here to observe and gather intel. But you knew that, so stop being an ass."
The group would all laugh for a moment before Tyler looked around again.

"Any real questions?"
Silence and a few head shakes would be his answer.
"Great, Mikey and the runt are with me, the rest go with Mila."

"You'll be with us, okay?" Tyler said to Helena as he unstrapped one of the rocket launchers from his ATV.
"I'm not too up on the idea of giving you one of the Semi-Automatic rifles but here -"
From a strap on his leg Tyler would pull out his personal S&W .500 revolver and hand it to Helena.

"The kick back on this thing is pretty strong so be careful if you gotta use it, you shouldn't have to though...it's more of a measure of last resort if we get separated. Please don't make me regret giving it to you."


"You've gotta be kidding me, are you insane?"
"I guess I am to you Mila but that's nothing new is it?"
His second in command would promptly begin to grunt and complain under her breath about Helena having a gun before yelling at her group to hurry up and follow her.

"You know she's actually a really nice person after a you get to know her." He'd say in an attempt to reassure Helena, however Mikey couldn't resist chiming in with a humorous bit of negativity.
"Nah she's a total bitch 24/7/365."







The two groups would make sure to split the four rocket launchers, rifles, and canteens evenly before parting ways - Mila and company heading out of the trees to the left with only houses as cover while Tyler and his group would have tree cover for a short while since the woods continued to the right for half a mile or so.


"That thing's about as big as you, you sure you've fired one of those before?" Mikey would tease as he pointed to the rifle the young boy Tyler had called runt was carrying. The two would go back and forth with each other for a moment before they were told to shut up and keep focused.

"Its a little too dead out if you ask me, to go from 10 mechs strong to nothing is.....odd." he whispered, before looking over to Helena.

"How are you holding up?"

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"Used to like it up there, but it got to be a lost less pleasant now...I couldn;t advise going north." she replied, glancing over at him with a wry grin.
"And you get used to it. Despite the tragic tragic fact that I didn't have your pretty face to look at, I've gotten pretty comfortable in my own company. "

And the company of invisible ghost space coyotes.... she thought as they walked.

Once they'd stopped, Helena listened in on instructions, trying to keep it all retained up until the point she was handed the gun. Mila did not look pleased.
"Urh....it's okay...I know how to fire one of these. My mom showed me." she assured them, until realizing that that might be just another reason not to give her one. She just didn't want to give the impression that she was helpless. If only they knew exactly what she was capable of...


They started to walk one again, and Helena spoke when they were a decent way away.
" It's fine. Guess I gave some good reason for her to be pissed at me right now." she replied.

"I am fine...not bad...if there's one thing I can do okay it's walk f-" she paused for a moment, staring into space as something across her vision. The view of the route moved forward, forward and over the hill to see a Crawler scuttle out from the trees and begin to move over their path. The knowledge became clear to her, even if she'd not consciously deducted it, that at their current pace they would walk over the prow, into its sight line.

Helena stopped a moment, trying to think of what to say.

She could not say anything without at best sounding completely mad, and at worst giving something away. So she was going to end up off either way....except.

Helena suddenly tripped. She yelped and fell, landing on her knees, causing the progress to stop... As much as she found it rather distasteful playing some weakling and faking a fall just to get the result she needed, it was justified. She could keep them on the side of the hill long enough to get clear.

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Despite their banter Tyler and the boys had kept their eyes and ears open to their surroundings. They were reaching the end of the wooded area and approaching the hill that would lead them towards an open field where they could view the city in the distance and continue surveying the area, but their procession was suddenly halted when Helena fell to her knees with a sharp cry of pain.

"Whoops." Mikey let out as Tyler swung his rifle over his shoulder and held out his hand. "Are you okay?"
He'd wait for Helena to grab his right hand before placing his left on her upper arm to help in pulling her back to her feet. "Here, sit down for a minute"

After leading the red head to a large boulder a few feet away Tyler would walk towards Mikey and the runt Fin and point over towards the hill. "Make your way to the top and make sure the area below is clear, got it?"
The two would nod and respond with "got it" before jogging over towards the hill.


"At the risk of sounding like a repetitive tool, are you okay?" Tyler asked with a slight grin as he approached her again.
She had seem fine moments earlier but the fall had him again wondering if he should of brought her with them.

Before much could be said Tyler would notice Mikey running back towards them.
"What's wrong?" he'd ask as he turned to see a shocked expression on his friends face.
"You gotta see this man, come on!" was all he'd say before pulling his friend over towards the hill where Fin was laying on his stomach, glued to the ground.
"Get down!" Mikey warned, and the two men would drop to their stomachs almost in unison before slowly crawling to the top of the hill.

"Oh damn..."


Below them in the middle of the field they needed to cross in order to continue to the next block sat at least 20 crawlers huddled together in a circle that moved ever so slightly as they each breathed, with a few others appearing to be standing guard.

"W-what are they doing?" whispered Fin.
"I don't know...sleeping?"

Seconds after the words were uttered a soft buzz would creep into his ear, followed by Mila's voice.
"Ty, come in!"
Even though the volume on the receiver in his ear was extremely low Tyler still felt the need to scurry down the hill and back over towards Helena before responding in a whisper.

"I hear you, what does it look like there?"
"Those Mechs that were suppose to be back on the main road, well they've moved to where we are now. They're stationary in the middle of the street so we can't go more than a few blocks up.

"It's like they're doing a systematic sweep of the neighborhood. It's actually kind of....brilliant." he'd mumbled more to himself than Mila as he unconsciously scratched the back of his head.

"What?"
"Never mind. Make mental notes of what you see and head back to the bike trail, we'll meet-"
Before he could finish his sentence an explosion likely caused by a Rocket Launcher would send a cloud of smoke into the air East of them where Mila and her group were located.
"Mila!?" he'd yell into his ear piece - getting no response. However there was no time to keep trying to reach her, the explosion had likely awoken the crawlers on the other side of the hill and they had to take the offense - quickly.

"Mikey take the left side of the hill, I'll be on the right, Fin - after we fire start picking off the stragglers and we'll back you up....the quicker we get this out of the way-"
Another explosion would come from the direction Mila and company had taken off in - followed by gunfire.
"go go go!" he'd shout to Fin and Mikey before looking back at Helena for a brief second. "Stay back here where it's safe!"



By the time he took his position on the right side of the hill the crawlers were almost all awake, but still in close proximity with one another - clearly distressed....something Tyler was ready to take advantage of.

After giving the signal him and Mikey would fire their Rocket Launcher's in unison - instantly killing 80% of the Scum below and leaving the few still alive with a clear idea of where they were.

Fin would miss a few times before landing multiple hits to the top of a crawlers head, and in a matter of 60 seconds Mikey and Tyler would take out the few stragglers remaining - bringing all movement at the bottom of the hill to a stand still.

"Yeahhhhhh! That's what I'm talking about" his friend yelled out as he pumped his automatic rifle into the air. Tyler on the other hand wasn't concerned with celebration and would quickly stand to try and reach Mila again.
After a minute or so, which felt like an eternity, one of the men with Mila would radio in;
"A Mech must of heard us, it left its position and began to approach the house we were hiding in - we were left with no choice, we had to fire sir....they've retreated further up the road so we're backtracking to the dirt path now. Mila stayed behind to make sure we weren't followed, she said to radio when we're all back on the dirt road."


"Dammit Mila..." Tyler spat, before picking up his Rocket Launcher from the ground and swinging it over his shoulder.
"We don't have any survivors down there man, no need for any of us to stay behind - right?" Mikey asked, but the expression on Tylers face caused Mikey to sit back down and grunt.
"Lemme guess, it's gonna be me, right?"
"Well I was gonna suggest it be me but since you volunteered..."
The two would exchange quick smirks before Fin and Tyler headed down the hill.
"If more crawlers appear observe their movements, and if you think they're onto our trail radio in. You're only to fire if you're in direct danger, and I'll let you know when we've reached the trail and you can head back towards us, okay?" Tyler called out to his friend who nodded and gave him a thumbs up in response.



"Come on Red we've gotta head back to the bikes, fast." Tyler said in Helena's direction, offhandedly calling her "Red" as he and Fin approached the area they had left her at.

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Helena couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at the whole fall issue. She didn't really like making herself out to be THIS inept. She had survived for years by herself after all, but she guessed deception was all part and parcel with being a freak of nature. She couldn't actually be herself, because herself was something most people thought was scary and wrong. So whatever she said or portrayed to these people was some shade of deception.
"I'm fine....just tripped on a root or something." she insisted, but sat down as instructed.

She remained there, waiting as the two hurried off up the hill, watching until they disappeared over the edge. She rested the revolver on the ground beside her, leaning against her knees and trying to 'tune in' and work out what was going on. She tried to focus on what was over the hill, though it was difficult to really direct her ability. It seemed to have a mind of its own.. She could hear the sounds fo gunshots up on the slope, but what it was remained illusive...

Just then a sudden buzz, like a screech of mental static made her leap round to find herself face to face with a crawler...or whatever stood for a face at any rate. Before she'd even had a chance to reach for the gun, the thing sprang at her.

She could see the thing, as if in slowmo, arcing through the air toward her, its legs outstretched.

0.8 seconds til it hit her.

1.2 seconds to get hold of the gun and fire it.

She pulled bakward and reflexively extended her arm out before her, the hand towards it-

It exploded. The creature gave a short squeal before its carapace tore into pieces, embedding in the surroundings and spattering her top and pants in viscous green sludge.

She took a look down at her clothes, grimacing, before she caught the noise of footsteps in time to see Tyler and Fin rushing over towards her. She'd already taken a hold of the gun once again. Hard to imagine it doing that mch damage but....not beyond possibility. She looked round as Tyler addressed her.

The young woman looked round, regarding him sheepishly.
"...had a little uh...run in. Don't ask." she announced, before she jogged over to them, quite ready to move, even if there were bits of alien in her hair. She would have loved to say this was the worst state her clothes had been in, but it was a long, long way off that.

"What's going on?" she questioned, falling into step with them.

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Before the two of them could reach her they'd both notice that Helena was covered head to toe in what they assumed was the insides of a crawler.
"How the..." was all he'd get out before she'd begin an explanation.
"...had a little uh...run in. Don't ask. What's going on?"
Helena's quick response was enough for Fin, who was eager to get back to base, however Tyler couldn't help but question her more.
"A little run in caused that much blow-back? Seems like it was kinda big."
He'd run his fingers through his hair unconsciously as he looked over Helena's shoulder. "Where's the body?

Tyler would only take a couple steps past Helena before interference noise began to come through his radio.
"Come......hear.....Ty-"
The voice on the other end of the transmission was barely audible and he was only able to catch every other word, so Tyler would stop walking and stand in place long enough to set the radio back to the proper channel.
"Repeat that," he'd say into the receiver before starting to walk again, but this time away from the crawler carcass - which he had seemingly forgotten about in the moment. "-the channel must of been switched by accident."

One of the men from Mila's group confirmed over a brief radio conversation that they were safely back at the dirt path and that it was okay for Mila to make her way back to them, to which Tyler agreed.


"Sorry about that back there, a group a crawlers were over that hill. We think they were sleeping but I guess one of the scouts made it's way up to you, glad you had that revolver on you.
When we get back you can get out of those clothes."

Fin would suddenly begin to snicker and after a couple of seconds Tyler would drop his forehead into his hand, realizing how wrong the last bit of his statement might of sounded.
"I didn't mean it like that I just.....I was just thinking she could get a change of clothes, that's all, damn."
The two would laugh a bit before continuing through the wooded area.
After a few moments of silence the radio would again crackle, but this time the voice on the other end came through loud and clear from the start.
"Lieutenant, I'm having to head back to you guys!" Mikey said in a rather serious tone, concern clearly evident in his voice, enough to cause Tyler to once again stop in his tracks before responding.
"Why are you breaking your position? What's-"
"A Mech showed up amidst all the downed crawlers, and beside it was a boy.....a-"
"Psychic."
Ty finished his friends thought before his own thoughts drifted back to his last encounter with a young psychic.
"Get out of there as quick as you can Mikey, Mila did you catch that?"
"Yeah, i'm only a minute or two out from the dirt path - how far are you guys?"
"About five. Mikey's probably another five minutes behind us."
"Don't worry, I got my speedy shoes on now, I'll make it back to the bikes in seven - just don't leave me okay?" Mike chimed in with.
"Alright, lets cut radio communication unless an emergency arises."


"That thing isn't going to find us is it?" Fin asked somewhat nervously as they continued to make their way back to their bikes.
"What, the Mech?"
"Yeah, the mech and that Psychic, It'll find us won't it??"
Ty couldn't help but sigh, but he quickly recovered and attempted to reassure not only Fin but Helena.
"Don't worry, they're not clairvoyants in the sense that they can see what we're doing as we do it, so it won't be able to track us like a dog if that's what you're thinking. It's never a good thing to see a psychic with a Mech but if we can get back to base we should be fine. I just wonder what it's doing here....it must be looking for something."

Tyler's thoughts wandered a bit until the dirt path came into view, and Mila began to wave at them.
"Finally!" Fin let out, before jogging ahead of Tyler and Helena - his weapon almost falling off his shoulder as he ran.

"You know, you're going to owe me a bike wash and a new shirt when we get back, since i'm sure that stuff you're drenched in is gonna get all over everything." Ty joked before smiling towards Helena.
"I must admit though, you seem to be taking things pretty well."


After reaching the others Tyler would catch Mila and her group up on what they had found and Mila would do the same.
True to his word Mikey made it back to the dirt road in a little over seven minutes, and after a few remarks everyone would hop on their bikes.

"Hold on tight," Tyler said over his shoulder to Helena, earning a smart remark from Mila in regards to Helena's clothing.
"I'm sorry, but that's just gross."








The ride back to Spelling Manor was uneventful, minus a few bugs flying into a few mouths, and as they pulled up to the same area they had left from more than a hour ago they'd be met by a group of kids asking a myriad of questions - the most common of them being "ew what's she covered in?", however when Frank and a few other higher ups approached them the kids would disperse.


Mila and Tyler spent the next few minutes briefing the Commander and others on what they encountered, and Frank would take special interest in the sighting of a psychic.

"Well good job on the surveillance nevertheless, seems they're surrounding and scouting the area....which is even more reason to move base. We'll take that topic up again tomorrow morning at a group meeting, for now relax a bit until dinner."

As his father and others headed back inside Tyler would pull his shirt off and stuff part of it in his back pocket before looking over towards Helena. "I'm gonna let ya off the hook with the bike and clean that stuff off my bike myself, Mila can hook you up with a change of clothes....right?"
"Um yeah, okay, you're gonna have to take your clothes off in the downstairs bathroom though, and I can bring a change of clothes down there. I think the girls would freak if you came into our room with all that stuff on you."
Mila would beckon Helena to follow her inside, and once in the main lobby she'd point the closest bathroom out.
"I'll be right back"


"Well, we'll be out here when you're done." Tyler managed to get out before Helena and Mila had reached the front door. "Come on Mikey"
"Wait what, who said I was going to help you clean your bike??"
"Come on man, your bike looks like shit too, minus the alien sludge.....same with the rest of you. Like any of you guys have anything better to do."

After a few grunts most of the group would follow Tyler over to the side of the house to get some of the several buckets of collected rain water and then turn around and head back towards the parked ATV's and dirt bikes.

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Oren Kovalenko stepped up to the top of the basement staircase, deftly pulling off a pair of blood-spattered latex gloves and mask and setting them down before she went to go drop off her latest report on her last....guest in her laboratory. Oren was not known for being the most hospitable of people at the base, though fortunately those the teams brought to visit her tended not to be alive enough to care. She'd just finished taking apart what was left of some psychic a team had brought in.

Where Hilary was someone generally regarded as a warm, caring figure, Oren was.....less so. She was unempathetic, tactless, bitchy and antisocial. She was also incredibly, incredibly smart. From what Kovalenko had inferred, she had a high IQ and an eidetic memory, and had been pushed into academic pursuits from a pretty early age. She'd been studying biology at the time everything had gotten ruined... and in the interim whilst most people had been concerning themselves with things like hiding, finding food, not freezing to death and other such trivial matters, Oren had been pursuing a more cerebral route, and trying to compile the most comprehensive understanding of Them, their inventions, and the psychics under their thrall.

It'd been around four years since the rebel faction had encountered her, a patrol having stumbled across a makeshift laboratory she'd constructed, and taken interest in her work. Since then Kovalenko had been working for them, and was their go-to girl for information on the creatures and things like that.

Mostly, that involved pulling her along to meetings to give her opinion on matters, and occasionally dumping corpses in her office downstairs. Oren gained most of her information from examining what was left of targets after the squads were done with them, as the things they dealt with didn't seem to take kindly to being taken alive.

Psychics had been her latest topic of research, though there was only so much you could work out by looking at ones that'd been killed. Whatever nasty stuff those things put inside their skulls was normally wrecked beyond repair after all the fighting was over. Either it had some kind of destruct functionality hardwired into it, or the grunts in the rebel faction were just ham-fisted brutes who were only good at breaking stuff. Or a bit of both.

Still, what she did know had given her a lot to think about.

What also gave her a lot to think about was when Mila walked past with some girl following her, some girl who was covered in bits of crawler...

Helena was walking after Mila, walking quickly to try and compensate from the height difference, when she felt someone grab her collar and yank her backwards. She turned awkwardly in their grip to see the angular figure in a white coat looking her up and down sceptically.

"You. How'd you get covered in that?" she asked. She had a accent. Eastern european maybe.

"Uh, I shot a crawler at close range and-"

"-and then you rolled in it like an excited dog? Don't bullshit me Shorty. Unless you were shooting it with a fucking RPG it's not going to explode, and if you were standing close enough for that, you wouldn't still have your face attached. So that leaves two possibilites. You're either some certifiable basket case that takes some kind of depraved joy out of digging into crawler guts, or you killed it some other way. Whichever answer you give it makes you a potential threat and so far you're provided no reason why I shouldn't hit you over the head with a fire extinguisher and lock you in storage."

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"Well look who's back, finally! Get a good kill in on any of those things?" one of Mila's roommates joshed as she walked through the door in a hurry. "Yeah yeah, killed a ton."

Mila's nonchalant reaction caused her friend to sit up and crossed her arms. "Well, what's the rush?"
After a few seconds of silence Mila would sigh before finally responding as she pulled out a pair of jean shorts and a T-shirt. "Taking care of Tylers latest pet project.....do you have a pair of socks, sandals or something like that I could borrow?"
"Wait, what pet project??"


After flouncing down on the bed Mila would remind her friend of the girl they found in the middle of the deserts on one of their last expeditions. She'd also give a quick run down of what happened with the mechs and crawlers their group had just recently came into contact with - before making her friend promise to not say anything, like always.

"Eww, she's covered in guck? That's so gross, I think I'd pass out from queasiness!"
"Yeah, she'll live. Now do you have a pair of socks I can have? I think I'll just give her those Reebok's I found lying around the other day."
"Oh, uh yeah.."

Her friend would lean over and pull a pair of socks out from a box beside her bed, but instead of handing them straight over she'd hold them on her lap and smile as a light-bulb moment of sorts hit her.
"You're jealous aren't you?"
Wide-eyed Mila was quick to protest. "What? Jealous?? Of who!?"
"Tylers pet project as you say, what's her name again?"
"What!? Why the hell would I be jealous of her, stop staying absurd things and just give me the socks already!"

The two girls would toss around on the bed for a second before Mila finally pulled the socks away from her giggling friend's hands.
Her friend would taunt her jokingly as she picked up the dingy pair of Reebok's and opened, then shut, the room door in a hurry.
Mila's cheeks were flush and if steam could realistically come out of a persons ears they'd be coming out of hers as she made her way back downstairs.
Halfway down the staircase Mila would slow her pace to a near crawl and sigh, realizing that continuing on with such a hot-headed response to her friends suggestion of jealousy would only make her appear to indeed be jealous - something she'd never want to publicly come off as in regards to Tyler.

"I'm not jealous....that doesn't even make any sense!" she'd think to herself while absentmindedly staring over the railing. "Why would I be jealous, I've known him for years and she'll probably be leaving in no time. And even if she doesn't, she's just another person.....there's no reason I'd ever be jealous!"

The jaded blonde would continue to day dream about her feelings in relation to Tyler and Helena until she was pulled out of her own thoughts by a familiar boisterous voice.
"...Don't bullshit me Shorty. Unless you were shooting it with a fucking RPG it's not going to explode, and if you were standing close enough for that, you wouldn't still have your face attached!"
Mila picked up her pace once she spotted Oren giving Helena the third degree. She'd initially past by the two and shake her head with a slight smirk before throw in clothes, shoes, and socks, into the nearby bathroom. Mila would make sure to pull out a towel and bucket of water for Helena to use before walking back over towards her and Oren - catching the end of Oren's statement;
"Whichever answer you give it makes you a potential threat and so far you're provided no reason why I shouldn't hit you over the head with a fire extinguisher and lock you in storage"


Feeling like the situation was getting a bit out of hand Mila would pull Helena out of Oren's grasp and then step in between the two.
"Really Oren? Threatening to knock someone over the head with a fire extinguisher and then lock them up?? Aren't you being a little, oh I don't know, completely fucking unreasonable?"
The second lieutenant's assertive personality was almost a match for Oren's at times, and while most - including Tyler - would much rather remain cool or passive with her Mila had no problem matching Oren's bitchiness. "And to set the record straight, half of us came back covered in crap, what are you going to do...knock us all out? Gees."

Unlike the Oren, and to some degree Tyler, Mila hadn't really considered the extent of the blow-back on Helena's clothes, and merely wanted the girl to change her clothes as soon as possible so she didn't have to smell her anymore.







Tyler and the gang spent a grand total of 60 seconds outside by their bikes before they headed inside, gathered around their usual rickety wooden coffee table, and began to play cards. A few other guys from camp would join them, and despite the usual trash talking their conversation was minimal at best until somebody brought up the topic of Helena and how she stacks up against the other girls in camp.
"You know I've always had a thing for young red heads!" said a man more than twice Tylers age. "Too bad they don't have a thing for you." a woman his age joked as she walked by - causing the entire table to roar with laughter.
"The lady's got a point" Tyler added. Soon after he'd be asked what his rating for Helena was, on a one to ten scale.
"A rating? Who says I've even thought about it?"
Nearly everyone at the tabled rolled their eyes and began to call Tyler on his bullshit.

"Come on man, you haven't thought about it?" Mikey asked, but luckily Tyler was able to escape answering it by throwing down the wining hand - a Royal Flush, which distracted the group and many began to curse under their breath.

Tyler was usually the first the join in on their juvenile rating game when it came to the women around them, however for reasons he didn't quite understand he preferred to dodge the question in regards to Helena. So as another hand was dealt out Tyler would stand up, stretch for a second, and then excuse himself; "I'll be right back."

In reality he wasn't planning to come back, and instead began walking towards the supply closet where they kept their hunting gear. Once there he'd grab his compound bow and arrows, along with an old leather pack.
They really weren't in need of any wild game at the moment but sometimes target practice was an enjoyable thing to get his mind off of things. So as Tyler made his way back towards the rear of the house he'd begin to mentally pick out places in the nearby wooded area to go shooting.

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Hey ~Lonesome Butterfly~ and VitaminHeart!
It was described in the Rp brief that minor characters are still up for consideration?
I don't know if it is still the case or not so I'd love to hear back.
If it is the case, are there set positions/ roles you have in mind for minors or if you both are open to suggestions can I ask if scum roles are permissible?

Thanks,
Riar
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Wow, that down time was rather long >.<
Funny thing, I was MINUTES away from posting before RPG.com went under. Was just proof reading things over.......go figure :P :D
Anyways it's posted now!! xD

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Lol!! I hate when that happens!! I always feel like I've wandered into the Twilight zone for a moment when I wake up face-planted beside my keyboard! haha

Another post is up from me too!! LOVED your post btw :)

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Heh, funnily enough I did that myself last night. I ended up waking up all of a sudden at about five thirty in the morning thinking 'Oh dear..I did not intend to do that..' and post is up!

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Sadly I feel asleep at my pc!! Leaving IMVU, WoW, and a zillion tabs in firefox all up and running! Surprised my lappy wasn't 5493058340958 degrees! Lol Got the post up however! Accidentally tagged your character there in the first post tho :P

I didn't wanna find your character in my first post, I figured you might wanna give your own back story to how and where you end up where my character could possibly find you in my next post! xD

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VitaminHeart wrote:There we go, submitted. I went with a different image, mainly as I'm already way too used to talking about the character as a redhead and I'd be picturing that in my mind all along which could lead to some odd discrepancies with my writing.

Just let me know if anything needs changing as it's horribly late and I would not put it past myself to miss something crucial. XD



Actually it was a lovely CS!! <3 <3 *Approved!*
I'm working on the first post now! An as long as my net doesn't d/c from this weather I will definitely have it posted before I go to bed!! โ™ฅ

Can't wait to start, it's been too long since I've RP'd xD

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There we go, submitted. I went with a different image, mainly as I'm already way too used to talking about the character as a redhead and I'd be picturing that in my mind all along which could lead to some odd discrepancies with my writing.

Just let me know if anything needs changing as it's horribly late and I would not put it past myself to miss something crucial. XD

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Awesome!!
I definitely look forward to your CS! =) xD

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I may take a crack at this for the female role, as I already have a character who ticks the boxes, so to speak. Expect a CS from me in the not too distant future.

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Heya!

Thanks :D
Well feel free to join and submit a CS if you can!! ^_-

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I'm intrested in this, and I may do it, it depends on how busy I am. It's a really cool polt though.

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