GOOOOM
- Locked due to inactivity on Aug 4, '16 4:36pm
Thread Topic: GOOOOM
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who goes first
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You start plz
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Toby crawled around the corner, collapsing completely at the back of the building. His leg was bleeding more than he expected and he let out a disgusted cough. Various cuts tainted his dirt-rolled skin from the assailants that he had encountered he threw his backpack at his side, yelling out for someone to help, which he was aware was pointless and hopeless all in one. His stomach churned as he wanted to vomit at the site of his exposed muscle and blood. He had never been experienced in the field of fighting and weaponry. The hideout he had previously had was broken into and all the equipment he owned had been stolen by the same group of individuals that had injured him so horribly. He coughed yet again, several drops of blood coming along with the hacking.
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sight not site lel
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Alex was on a rescue mission as he and his team received a distress call from a near hideout, this wasn't typically his field of work but nonetheless he obyed the order. Him and his team where experienced comabat medics, they were usually used to prevent any kind of unrest among the people. With the help of the military and the police of course. Often there would be raids and battles bewtween gangs and they would usually target weak hideouts with people just trying to escape this war torn hell. Alex and his team approached the destroyed hideout and heard screaming and shouting for help from every direction. They had orders to clean up the mess. Burn the dead, help the living. They split up and each of the ran to a different noise, scream, shout of help. Alex approached a man whom he saw crawl behind a building and quickly attended to his wounds. "What happened here?" He asked quickly as he started to fix up the poor guy.
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Idk if I make any mistakes I'm too lazy to check
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no biggie
Completely shocked at the fact that someone had found him, he stared in disbelief. He wanted badly to respond, but as he tried, he found himself becoming disoriented and dizzy due to the amount of blood he had lost in the ordeal. In broken pieces of speech, he spoke out, "People...knives...attacked....stole..." He blinked, trying to catch sight of the person or people who were at his aid. He reached out, trying to feel something; anything, to let him know that he wasn't having some dream before he died. Moaning in pain, his arm dropped and his head fell back. He examined the sky. It was darker than usual. -
"It's alright man, we're going to get you out of here" Alex said as he disinfected and stiched up the remaining wound. He then proceeded to radio his crew and ask of they found aqny survivers. "My team have found around 3 people who might make it out of this mess alove, including you. I hope no one in there was important to you because well, not going to sugarcoat it, they are most likely dead. This is war after all" Alex said as he picked up the guy and threw him gently over his shoulder "I'm going to get you to our camp, you'll be safe there. But you have a lot of questions to answer us." Alex said softly and started a jog towards camp while informing his team of the little information he has.
(Btw what country are we in? :3 I was think the uk or usa. But yeah) -
(well i figure the countries changed and societies were made so idk xD)
He was exhausted and he desired greatly to lay dow. and sleep. "I...okay...." he replied to having to answer questions. Thankful that he had been rescued, he felt a lot more relaxed and a numb, warm feeling overcame him. His head was absolutely spinning but he didn't mind. He was going to be okay. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he trusted the human bring whose hands he was in. "Thank you.." he whispered, his breathing beginning to calm to a semi-regular pace. He was terribly scared, of course, and so he was shaking to an extent. He almost apologized but he didn't have the energy to do so. -
(true.. We're in bobland then)
BACK AT THE CAMP
Alex laid down the man in the medical word and sat down next to him, then lit a cigarette. "You know.. I don't usually smoke. Bad for your health, but it helps with stress, yada yada. I didn't rescue you because I wanted to. If I was just told to check out the area I would've never helped you. I don't care about human life, it's useless. All we do is kill one another and mark my words, this war will be the end of humanity(oooh snap he knows what's going down :p). Anyway, I was given the task to question you. So whenever you can talk tell me these things. 1. Your name 2. Family, friend, district of birth(I wonna make it kinda like the hunger games. So district 1 is where the bets people are and let's say district 5 is for the poor and "useless" people) 3. Job 4. Anything and everything you know about the attackers, why they attacked your hideout, what did they want, etc." Alex said in a unsettling tone as he smoked his cigarette and leaned back on his chair. -
(noice)
(we can do thaaat)
He decided that he would answer the questions to get it over with. Disregarding the man's statement about how he would have left him to die, he answered in a weak, gruff voice, "My name's..Toby. I'm from the fourth district.." He swallowed back a heavy cough, a wheeze escaping his lips. "I'm nineteen and I don't...have a job yet. The people...they had blue and red masks and were...in all black." He could see images of the attackers in his head, and he painfully looked ahead, his face contorting into one of upset. "They all had these knives and I think...they had little crosses on them." He winced at a sharp pain in his leg, but he denied himself the right to voice his pain. He didn't wish to appear weaker than he already was. A headache began to creep up on him. "I'm...sorry. That's all I rem...remember." -
(Don't forget about thiiiiis)
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f--- yo im sorry i will bookmark
He muttered a small "thank you" as the other made his grand exit. The words replayed through his mind and he cringed visibly. They were harsh for a person like himself, never being violent or cruel in any respects. When living in a utopian society, many didn't expect a time of war and when it happened, not many were aware of what to do. He didn't appreciate the way that the rescuer had spoken to him -- like he was idiotic and too weak to do anything. He had a wide base of knowledge on the KKK and knew enough about the hideout to know that what had taken place wasn't his fault. He hadn't cried at all, but he was prepared to. Everything had fallen apart so quickly and the military didn't sound appealing. -
TEN HOURS LATER
Alex got his final orders, there was an average group of soldiers approaching the camp. A couple of hundred, way more than enough to destroy the camp. He stormed into the medical ward and threw a military uniform onto Toby's bed "Get up and put it on if you want to live. You can join the military right now and have a chance at surviving or you can just lay here and die, of course you could try running but you won't get very far." Alex said harshly. He then picked up his gun and put it in his holder, he wasn't scared. Alex knew exactly what was happening, the country they are at war with landed some ground troops to destroy one of their medical wards, theirfor weakening their opponent. "It's live or die Toby, your choice" Alex grinned a little.
(Toby reminds me of the slave from roots. Kunta kinte who was then renamed Toby .3.) -
s--- fam I've never seen that
Toby scoffed. He could barely walk, let alone fight in the military. A lump of saliva was what he forced down his throat. He shuffled painfully to a stand. He didn't want to die. He clothed himself in the uniform, adjusting all the buttons and zippers. He winced at his leg, but he gave it a feeble shake to kick it into working gear. The most violent action he had ever performed was play wrestling with his sister, who had been dead. An image of her flashed by in his head and a look of across crawled across his face. The male chewed a bit on the inside of his cheek, a habit of his. "I'll fight, I guess. But I don't think I'll be of much use." He was totally positive that he would die in battle.
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