Surviving a war(Starting Female role required)

[RoleplayIsAMust]

It is a cloudy and cold winter day, you are walking down the street and all you want to do is get home so you can relax. You pass by the beauty store and decide to go in and look around for some nail polish. As you browse the selection you notice a woman running past the store, what do you do?

 

[AlysaNewport]

Alysa just manages to look up in time to see a very attractive woman running by the store, but something wAs wrong, the look upon her face was not one that was worn by a jogger nor from someone whom was running lat, no it was fear that was upon this woman's face.

Alysa lowered the nail polish and moved over to the window and looked out and around at all she could see. She looks to see if someone was chasing her, or anything that seemed out of place.

 

[RoleplayIsAMust]

As you look upon the street, you see people running in every direction, away from the store, as you look out the store window you see hundreds, perhaps thousands of soldiers being dropped out of the sky from a massive airplane. As you are stareing out the window in awe and shock you hear the thump of boots landing on the roof of the building. Behind you, you hear a scream from behind the counter. You turn only to see 6 men inside the building and more coming in from the back door. you turn around to run out the store only to see more soldiers outside.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Fear fills my throat as I can only watch as the men take control of the area. I slowly raise my hands into the air. My dark blue orbs look about trying to understand what is going on. Thousands of questions burn at the back of my throat but nothing comes out for that fear grips my tightly.

I slowly turn to the side and back up against the wall. My gaze still searching, looking for answers, or trying to find one that's seems like he is calling the shots. I say nothing while the men continue to take up their positions.

 

[JuliaHandel]

Woman parking car

Belinda hated parallel parking, but she had no time to search for a public parking lot in such a shabby neighborhood. She nabbed a curb space in front of a dilapidated storefront bearing 1105 in tarnished numerals. Her destination was 1107 Mercury Street – an unfamiliar business address - for her first meeting with Wallace. They had not yet spoken; everything had been email. “Are you the lady who can make me smile?” read the ad he had placed in the personals. Belinda locked and alarmed her car and stepped over the trash in the street.
A popping noise, like firecrackers, greeted Belinda as she looked up and down Mercury Street. People were running past the beauty supply store at 1109 but the sound of a helicopter overhead drowned out all speech. She could see that the woman running toward her was trying to say something.

 

[RoleplayIsAMust]

As you begin to back up, the men only get closer. You soon find your self in a corner and have no where to run. The men tell you to turn around. They then tie your hands in rope and force you on your knees. Then he pulls your skirt up and pulls your panties down to your knees.

 

[RoleplayIsAMust]

@julia, the woman runs to you and yells for you to run, and as she runs past you you see a woman in a store window get tied up and about to get raped.

 

[JuliaHandel]

Outside 1107 Mercury Street

“What’s happening?” Belinda shouted in reply to the distraught young woman, but there was no reply. The frightened girl kept running across Mercury Street toward the public park along the water.
Belinda continued toward the beauty store where she could see another woman surrounded by soldiers. Checking her cell phone she found no signal. There was no one lurking in the vicinity of 1107 Mercury, and Belinda hadn’t seen a photo of Wallace. She had only his description: a short, dark, middle-aged plumber.
The soldiers were threatening the woman in the shop window. Belinda pulled a metal flashlight from her bag and gripped it with her left hand. She crept to the door of the shop, keeping out of sight of the men.

 

[JuliaHandel]

On the sidewalk

No traffic had moved on Mercury Street since Belinda parked, and there were no signals or streetlights nearby. The dim ceiling light remained on in the store, so electricity was still on in the building.
A pewter pickup truck skidded to a stop behind Belinda’s BMW. An athletic, tanned, forty-year-old man jumped out and strode directly toward Belinda. “Don’t go in there,” he called to her. “I’ve been waiting a week to meet you and I want to see you before we both get killed.”

 

[JuliaHandel]

Happy Dragon Restaurant

The traffic light is flashing red. This should mean that each car stops and then proceeds across the light. Tran Lim looks ahead, over six lanes of small electric cars, and sees the intersection gridlocked. Further up Farthing Parkway red and blue lights strobe above vans ranked across the highway.

Happy Dragon is rolling on new tires, sporting new brakes, and concealing its new Remingtons. When Lim traded in his converted ice cream truck for this modern behemoth, he improved his security. One shotgun hangs under the dashboard; the other stands next to the serving window.

Lim rolls down the driver’s window and leans out to look over Walton Avenue. Yes, I can cut through the parking lot of the toy store and go through the back alley, he decides. The Dragon carries enough shrimp rolls and pork rice dinners to feed every driver in sight. If this traffic jam is caused by some disaster, Lim knows, people will demand water, iced soda, and hot food. A smoker himself, he also understands why people urgently seek comfort in their habits. From behind the front seat to the freezer door are packed cartons of cigarettes.

Lim scans Walton for moving traffic and lurches his truck into the turning lane. Happy Dragon veers sharply left through the stalled cars with the all the agility of its namesake. The toy store anchors a cluster of frayed concrete shops bordering an alley. It is still daylight on this gray afternoon, yet the shops seem deserted. Their signs are still illuminated, but the parking lot looks empty.

At the exit of the alley Lim stops the truck and studies the barricade across Farthing Parkway. Now he can see a line of people on the far side of the vans. More people are running up along the side of the highway. They are all women, Lim realizes. Where are the men?

 

[JuliaHandel]

A three-story brick rowhouse in the middle of a neat residential block.

At the street corners are a bodega, a gasoline/petrol station and two taverns.

“I don’t understand why you have to go to work now.” Hannah Grant’s voice was firm and clear, despite her eighty-three years.

Isaiah Howard glanced at the woman sitting near the fireplace. “The department is doing preventative police work tonight. We’re just going out to get the troublemakers off the street.”

“Six years you’ve been in the Urban Police, Izzy, and how many times have they called you up like this? I worry about you every time you go out that door.”

“Gramma, you know how it is when these things happen. The department calls up everybody on leave until they get things settled. It’s probably nothing to worry about.” Isaiah buckled on his gun belt and checked his sidearm for ammunition.

Mrs. Grant rose stiffly from her wingchair and stepped toward her only grandchild. “Izzy, I do know how these things go. I remember all the other times, and I don’t want to see it go wrong again.”

“Gramma, things are better now than they used to be. We really have come a long way.”

“What’s better now? How has anything changed?” The top of her head barely brushed the silver badge on his breast pocket. She looked up into his face and held his gaze. “What happened after the Bell Riots last year? Did things change? You lost two of your friends in ‘Frisco and what happened to their families? How can you think it will ever get better?”

“Gramma, honey, this is my job. You remember how you were so proud of me when I got into the Academy? If I hadn’t served those eight years in the Marines and won the Heart, I wouldn’t have made it onto the Tactical Squad. They are good people, and they got my back.”

“Izzy, I will always fear for you until you come home safely.”

He put his right arm around her and hugged her thin shoulders. “Gramma, I don’t want you worrying about me. This is what I trained to do; this is why I get up and go to work. It’s to keep you, and all the good people, safe.

“Give me a kiss, Gramma; I’ve got to get moving.” Isaiah leaned over and pressed his lips against her papery cheek. “Do you want me to bring you anything from the store? No? You want to stay in the house tonight, just in case. If you think of something, call me, or ask Mr. Bookbinder next door to get you what you need.”

“Go on, then, if you must.” Mrs. Grant quickly kissed her grandson’s chin. “I’ll be fine, and there’s no need to disturb the neighbors. Mr. Bookbinder and his son have too many problems as it is.”

 

[JuliaHandel]

Farthing Parkway

A harsh voice reverberates through a megaphone. “Tran, is that you? Bring that heap over here.” Patrolman Thompson’s nasal tenor is unmistakable. The Dragon crawls to the cyclone fence surrounding the dark tinted Urban Police vans.

“Did you bring my Hamachi Negi? Mrs. Tran has got me hooked on sashimi now. She made me a Naruto roll and I gave up hamburgers the next day. Are you covering her shift tonight?”

Lim smiles at his young friend and hands him a bag of spring rolls. “Bao is safe at home and I hope she stays there tonight. It’s crazy out here today. What’s going on?”

“Hey, do you have any steamed dumplings? With plum sauce? I haven’t eaten since this morning.” Officer Thompson has half a spring roll in his mouth and shakes the paper bag at Lim.

Sergeant Fischer’s voice booms out of Officer Thompson’s collar radio. “Post to Gate, you are clear to admit the food truck. Send him back.”

“Copy that, Post,” Officer Thompson mumbles.

“WHUMPA-WHUMPA-WAKK” roars overhead.

“I can’t hear you.” Lim points up at the sky. “What’s . . .?”

“That’s Captain Grassman in the chopper,” Officer Thompson answers. “She’s activating the militia. The Governor just declared martial law.”

“What . . .?” Lim tries again.

The junior patrolman speaks into his collar again. “We’re getting refugees from Kingsessing. . . troops. . . Elmwood and Bartram.

“Tran, make sure your wife stays home and locks the house.” Worry lines show on his face. "You’ve got enough food in the Dragon? Give us a hand here and go feed those people.”

Part of the cyclone fence slides back while the throng of frightened women pushes at the barrier. Happy Dragon follows like a sheepdog guarding its flock. Tran Lim drives through the gate and stares at the camp.