Naturestrikes
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Long silky black hair fell past her shoulders in two ponytails, ticking her upper stomach, just underneath a thin grey-green tanktop that was lined a mustard-yellow colour at the top- that could have matched the equally washed out tight grey-green shorts that didn't look so bad when she wore her brown belt-- which, of course, held her two weapons. Hand held pistols, both there when she needed them. Which was, actually, quite frequently seeing as she didn't seem to be getting along with the other citizens lately.
Lexeria didn't have time to be messing around with clothes; nor did anyone else in fact. Compared to said people, she probably looked much more decent than the majority of the land. Three whole months she'd gone in the same outfit. And seeing as the temperature had risen by a huge amount, she had had to ditch the armwarmers, mini jacket, tight black t-shirt, shorts and boots she'd worn before to make way for the cheap, frankly quite 'skanky', clothes that were currently on her back. They were lighter, cooler (temperature wise for Gods' sakes)... But the sixteen year old female wasn't particularly fussed about fashion . Not when her world was in grave danger.
See, everything had fallen apart when air and sea transport had been, somehow, disabled. Nothing was imported and nothing was exported from their land. Which meant, no soaps, no food from other countries, no new clothes. No mail, no new technology-- everything went downwards. Children cried of hunger, people grew sick without a way to kill their pain as medicines were no longer imported, the old died earlier... And then, the unthinkable happened. Their land was forced to surrender to another-- which lead to their citizens being dog-tagged so they didn't pass any boundaries (electric devices detected who did pass these boundaries, and much blood had been shed when these boundaries were tested) or 'cross the lines'.
Lexeria, thank Gods, had not been tagged yet. She wasn't exactly as free as a bird though. It was her job-- she believed-- to resist. To try. The people of her homeland had surrendered so easily-- and she still believed that there was a chance they could reclaim their home and make it... home again. Lexie was a believer. She fantasized about the impossible. She was slightly gullible, which was a disadvantage point there. Yet her strong beliefs made her a leader figure. What qualities she lacked for leadership was cooperation and behaviour. Oh yes, she was just slightly badass.
Being tagged would have been the breakage of the ice for Lexie-- for she needed the ounce of freedom in her own home that she'd kept so far to make it to a larger amount of freedom. There was no other way of sneaking into the castle otherwise. Because detectors were everywhere. They lined the streets, they hid under certain shop doors, they even were build into robots that scanned passing citizens for weapons or other dangerous items when they were in the streets. Lexie couldn't afford to be tagged if she wanted to make her quest just a smidge easier.
Lexie did once have a family. What seemed like a forever ago. She had never known her mother, but still could remember her father. His embrace, his smell. She could not remember, however, his appearance. No matter how hard she clenched her eyes shut, or how much she thought about it-- she could still not remember what her biological father looked like. Though, as a child it was important searching for him, she had once decided that he must have left for a reason-- and either died or decided he didn't want her anymore. Fair enough, she thought, because he'd moved and she hadn't. So.
As for her Mother, she could never remember anything about her. Not even anything her father might have said in the past. The only thing she could ever recall of him saying was something about a pendant; which to the day he'd put it on her neck had never been removed from there. It was emerald green, to match her eyes. Quite tall-- Lexeria was skinny, pale skinned and green eyed with black hair. She mostly wore greens and greys. The ribbon that had always been in her hair earlier that year had been replaced by a bandana and ponytails style.
Sitting on a roof of an abandoned house, Lexie layed out the blueprints of her plan.Not quite 'blue', the scrappy pieces of paper were selotaped messily into her battered notepad. Firstly, she had to find a route down the streets right up into the castle cellars. From there, she could work out where to go. What she was intending to do in the cellars, was to knock out a soldier/guard, steal the uniform, locate the dungeons and free the people of her land, then go and see what she could find out about the sudden stop to import/exportations in her land as well as who ran the army that had invaded. As long as she had her guns, her water and her freakin' life-- she could do it; she believed.
The sun was unforgiving, and clouds dared not obscure it while it beat down on the female. Throat already dry, the girl continued to work, pen hanging between pale lips and she squinted at the pages, wishing the pencil marks hadn't faded so quickly and that the sun wasn't so bright. She could hear footsteps below the roof, perhaps a guard was patrolling below. She didn't mind, they never looked up. /Ever/. And even though she was already 4th on their wanted list due to several 'crimes' (resisting) such as food stealing, fighting and even killing invaders, she still didn't care whether they were patrolling measly feet below her. She'd just beat the crap out of them anyway- she thought.
Swallowing thickly, Lexeria ran her finger down the page, pin pointing the location she needed on the faded map and clicking the pen, marking the area with a neat blue ink circle, before putting the pen away and the notepad too, sliding a bit further down the roof and looking below her. She could already see a 'detectobot' (she called them) zooming past, laser vision could track up to 47 metres in the exact direction it's sight was aimed at. If the range was a little wider and it could detect things from sides or backwards, it would have been a useful invention. Only because it was easy to jump down behind them as they couldn't hear and swipe them from behind their sight-- did Lexie think they were crappy inventions.
Climbing back up the hot roof on all fours-- hands moving quickly as they were unprotected from the heat and burning rapidly when pressed to the slate too long-- Lexeria stood up, hair flat against her body. Drawing her pistols, the girl stepped back a bit, then ran forwards and leapt towards the next building, just making it onto the roof. Heart thumping, she stood up and ran towards the next roof. Seeing as the detectors/detectobots were lined up on the ground more than aerial, she had less chance of being caught/tagged if she jumped the roofs. Fortunately, she loved daring activities. Only if they didn't get her killed. As long as there was a chance- a challenge.
Well, she liked challenges. They were difficult. At least she could step up to one. At least she could stand up and fight for what was hers.
Though there was a lot to be done until she actually won what was rightfully hers.
OoC|| An old intro but I don't have any others saved. Looking for a male or maybe even female, dominant as hell and I'd like to see some torture in there somewhere too. >-< Oh gawd, I'm awful to my characters.
Lexeria didn't have time to be messing around with clothes; nor did anyone else in fact. Compared to said people, she probably looked much more decent than the majority of the land. Three whole months she'd gone in the same outfit. And seeing as the temperature had risen by a huge amount, she had had to ditch the armwarmers, mini jacket, tight black t-shirt, shorts and boots she'd worn before to make way for the cheap, frankly quite 'skanky', clothes that were currently on her back. They were lighter, cooler (temperature wise for Gods' sakes)... But the sixteen year old female wasn't particularly fussed about fashion . Not when her world was in grave danger.
See, everything had fallen apart when air and sea transport had been, somehow, disabled. Nothing was imported and nothing was exported from their land. Which meant, no soaps, no food from other countries, no new clothes. No mail, no new technology-- everything went downwards. Children cried of hunger, people grew sick without a way to kill their pain as medicines were no longer imported, the old died earlier... And then, the unthinkable happened. Their land was forced to surrender to another-- which lead to their citizens being dog-tagged so they didn't pass any boundaries (electric devices detected who did pass these boundaries, and much blood had been shed when these boundaries were tested) or 'cross the lines'.
Lexeria, thank Gods, had not been tagged yet. She wasn't exactly as free as a bird though. It was her job-- she believed-- to resist. To try. The people of her homeland had surrendered so easily-- and she still believed that there was a chance they could reclaim their home and make it... home again. Lexie was a believer. She fantasized about the impossible. She was slightly gullible, which was a disadvantage point there. Yet her strong beliefs made her a leader figure. What qualities she lacked for leadership was cooperation and behaviour. Oh yes, she was just slightly badass.
Being tagged would have been the breakage of the ice for Lexie-- for she needed the ounce of freedom in her own home that she'd kept so far to make it to a larger amount of freedom. There was no other way of sneaking into the castle otherwise. Because detectors were everywhere. They lined the streets, they hid under certain shop doors, they even were build into robots that scanned passing citizens for weapons or other dangerous items when they were in the streets. Lexie couldn't afford to be tagged if she wanted to make her quest just a smidge easier.
Lexie did once have a family. What seemed like a forever ago. She had never known her mother, but still could remember her father. His embrace, his smell. She could not remember, however, his appearance. No matter how hard she clenched her eyes shut, or how much she thought about it-- she could still not remember what her biological father looked like. Though, as a child it was important searching for him, she had once decided that he must have left for a reason-- and either died or decided he didn't want her anymore. Fair enough, she thought, because he'd moved and she hadn't. So.
As for her Mother, she could never remember anything about her. Not even anything her father might have said in the past. The only thing she could ever recall of him saying was something about a pendant; which to the day he'd put it on her neck had never been removed from there. It was emerald green, to match her eyes. Quite tall-- Lexeria was skinny, pale skinned and green eyed with black hair. She mostly wore greens and greys. The ribbon that had always been in her hair earlier that year had been replaced by a bandana and ponytails style.
Sitting on a roof of an abandoned house, Lexie layed out the blueprints of her plan.Not quite 'blue', the scrappy pieces of paper were selotaped messily into her battered notepad. Firstly, she had to find a route down the streets right up into the castle cellars. From there, she could work out where to go. What she was intending to do in the cellars, was to knock out a soldier/guard, steal the uniform, locate the dungeons and free the people of her land, then go and see what she could find out about the sudden stop to import/exportations in her land as well as who ran the army that had invaded. As long as she had her guns, her water and her freakin' life-- she could do it; she believed.
The sun was unforgiving, and clouds dared not obscure it while it beat down on the female. Throat already dry, the girl continued to work, pen hanging between pale lips and she squinted at the pages, wishing the pencil marks hadn't faded so quickly and that the sun wasn't so bright. She could hear footsteps below the roof, perhaps a guard was patrolling below. She didn't mind, they never looked up. /Ever/. And even though she was already 4th on their wanted list due to several 'crimes' (resisting) such as food stealing, fighting and even killing invaders, she still didn't care whether they were patrolling measly feet below her. She'd just beat the crap out of them anyway- she thought.
Swallowing thickly, Lexeria ran her finger down the page, pin pointing the location she needed on the faded map and clicking the pen, marking the area with a neat blue ink circle, before putting the pen away and the notepad too, sliding a bit further down the roof and looking below her. She could already see a 'detectobot' (she called them) zooming past, laser vision could track up to 47 metres in the exact direction it's sight was aimed at. If the range was a little wider and it could detect things from sides or backwards, it would have been a useful invention. Only because it was easy to jump down behind them as they couldn't hear and swipe them from behind their sight-- did Lexie think they were crappy inventions.
Climbing back up the hot roof on all fours-- hands moving quickly as they were unprotected from the heat and burning rapidly when pressed to the slate too long-- Lexeria stood up, hair flat against her body. Drawing her pistols, the girl stepped back a bit, then ran forwards and leapt towards the next building, just making it onto the roof. Heart thumping, she stood up and ran towards the next roof. Seeing as the detectors/detectobots were lined up on the ground more than aerial, she had less chance of being caught/tagged if she jumped the roofs. Fortunately, she loved daring activities. Only if they didn't get her killed. As long as there was a chance- a challenge.
Well, she liked challenges. They were difficult. At least she could step up to one. At least she could stand up and fight for what was hers.
Though there was a lot to be done until she actually won what was rightfully hers.
OoC|| An old intro but I don't have any others saved. Looking for a male or maybe even female, dominant as hell and I'd like to see some torture in there somewhere too. >-< Oh gawd, I'm awful to my characters.
