The Unaccepted
The year is 2109. BiotechZ runs most of the world, and they are experimenting on humans, This is a... View more
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“Holy shi-!” Emmaline stops herself from swearing. “It’s okay, hun. I’m 15 myself.” She shakes almost visibly, horrified at a child being tested on. “I don’t know. We need to just… Survive.” You holds Lucy tight, thinking about the children that were always screaming from the other rooms at Biotech… What if one of them had been Lucy?
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“Hmm… has anyone here made some sort of shelter yet?”
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“I passed out in the snow… If the indent my body made counts, then yes.” She laughs slighly, her wings folding back up. “You’re the nicest people I’ve met so far.”
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Lucy stammars a thank you and looks around the cold blackness “I don’t see materials for a shelter.” She jokes lightly hoping it wouldn’t go over any heads. She then sighs. “Yeah but um I can try and build something, if someone can find materials. I’m okay with my hands.” She says as the blood dries on her hands, making her attention go to the fading porcelain skin she barely saw except rough a filter of red.
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“So uh, i’ll go see if i can find anything..” he said as he went off to find various materials. If he found enough materials to make fire, he’d probably find enough to make shelter. Damn he was cold. Maybe he could somehow get some animal skins and wear those. But first, supplies.
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After a while, I came back covered in animal furs and carrying a large sack. “I got the materials.” he said before he placed it next to him and sat back down. “I also found a sack.”
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*lucy smiles going towards his figure, and began feeling the materials figuring what she had to work with and did her best to through them together, she works almost absent mindedly and the whole time with some form of a smile as if to say it didn’t bother her. Lucy continuously works and it seems to be taking much time but she’s unaware of passing time, but she creates a bueatiful small hut. It’s anything but unstable and the fact that a kid made it makes it all the more cool* “done! I think!”
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A person with distinctly pink hair and quite a small build makes their way in the distance away from the group of three, but still in range of sight, however, they seem to not notice the group. The person is wearing a black dress, hair in a pink pixie cut with long, layered bangs. They are also wearing a blue sweatshirt, their arms around their slender body, and they have what seems to be…a cleaver? Odd.
Walking against the wind seems a bit difficult as it picks up, as well as snow seeming to be touching their feet, this person appears to be shivering.
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“Holy shit i think i see someone.” Said I as he emptiesd the sack and ran off towards the pink haired whoever with it. As soon as he got to mr/ms pink hair (In britain it’d be mx pink hair) he tried to offer them the sack to use as some form of blanket.
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Seeing I from the corner of their eye ((haha lame ass puns)), they turn around in a start. A very feminine looking person who is pretty babyfaced looks up to them. Despite looking like a girl, they seem to have no breasts, indicating male…unless they are just an extremely flat chested female that is.
Feeling startled, they stumble back, nearly tripping, but then catching themself before they trip, holding their cleaver up protectively. However, they look hesitant, simply scared, not having any sort of cruel intention, but more so just wondering if the person before them does. Moving their eyes a bit, they see that I is simply holding a sack. They then smile at I, lowering the cleaver, and speaking in what sounds to be a somewhat posh english accent…the fact that they sound like a girl isn’t helping to distinguish anything either. Despite this, they take a few awkward pauses when speaking, and slightly off pronunciation occasionally.
“My…name is Alexander…b…but call me Alex?” He (by the name Alexander) says in a kind but slightly cautious tone. “I’m….uh, w…well…deaf. I…can’t read l…lips well but…I can try…but I…can obviously…s..speak at least…but…I…haven’t in a while…”
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((Neoma, you posted on the home page, not the RP forum incase you didn’t notice. 🙂 ))
Alex looks at I, then slightly behind him to see two other people by a fire…are they with this man? Maybe they’re nice…even if they aren’t, that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t at least try to be nice to them right?
He turns back to I, looking at him, then back at the other two, the littler one seeming to know his presence, but not able to spot him. Is she blind…? Just as he’s deaf…because of…those scientists…are they experiments too maybe? God he hopes so, not that he wishes the bad and suffering upon them at all that is attached to it, he simply wants people who he understands, and people who understand him. People who he…can make feel more understood and accepted, make them feel better and lift up…because he knows what it’s like.
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((XD sorry guys—)) Lucy squints still unable to recognize anyone there at all…Just I, and he didn’t seem like the talk to himself type…Hmm….
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Alex continues to look at the group behind him, then back to I once more.
“We should…go…over there? I’m cold,” Alex says, shivering a bit. He’s still confused by the sack he but oh well.
He turns around, not waitig to attempt to poorly read I’s lips and begins walking quickly over, gesturing behind him for I to follow. Oh dear he hope he didn’t seem rude right now…but he just hopes to warm up by the fire and maybe make some friends.
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While following Alex, I tried to think of various ways talking without, well, talking. He didn’t know sign language, Maybe he could incorporate his skin thing? He hoped that the other two at least thought to throw some sticks into the fire or something. Wait, he just ran towards a complete stranger? He’s an idiot! What if they were a threat!? Well, it’s too late now. He tried to calm himself and eventually they got to the fire. “I’m back. This is Alex. Says they’re deaf.”
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“Huh?” Lucy asks looking to where I gestured. “I’m sorry there’s no one here except Emmaline you and me….did they…make you schizophrenic? If so its okay but this Alex doesn’t seem to exist..lim sorry.” She attempts to recall anyway to prove it. Oh!! Her mother once taught her sign language, so this is one way to prove it.
M Y
N A M E
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S A Y S
Y O U
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A L E X?
She doesn’t respect an answer but does it to prove a point looking to where she assumed this imaginary person stood.
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