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(Yo! So sorry for the lateness, but here we go! ^^) Laura brushed herself off after Bellamy left, as her excursion into the ferns had sufficiently covered her in loose coating of dirt. She didn't mind, really. Dirt wasn't exactly something they had in space, much less enough to get yourself...

"Laura?" She was pulled from her thoughts by none other than Bellamy f-cking Blake. A sight that made the already happy moment beyond words. "You're still alive?" She said as he offered a hand to help her stand. "I thought for sure you'd gotten floated after-" A look of horror descended on...

Laura quickly unbuckled herself, trying not to get crushed by the steady stream of people cramming themselves down onto her level. Someone started barking orders, a painfully familiar feeling to being on the Ark. The voice was almost recognizable, but she was too far in the back to be able to...

(Sorry it's a bit long ^^) Laura frowned at the banter bouncing around the ship, but looked down at her own wrist. Why did it have so many needles inside? Why were they know solidly inside of her wrist? The thought was displeasing, but she couldn't exactly take it off and get rid of it...

"What the f-?" The words were out of her mouth before what Laura was hearing fully processed. It sounded like absolute chaos from outside her door, and a quick glance at her roommate showed she was equally as confused. The door suddenly opened to armed guards, and immediately her throat went...

What the hell am I doing? Just a minor snippet of the many thoughts whirling ten thousand miles-per-hour around Laura's head. And rightly so, as she had just -somehow- managed to steal medicine. Of all things, a successful medicine heist was not what she'd been expecting to pull off that...

It was hot. Far too hot to consider sleeping, even for Lara's barely conscious state. A saving grace of a breeze blew through the open window of her house, giving the young girl some relief from the humid warmth. Rolling over in discomfort, she finally blinked awake, eyes still blurry with...

Only sparing a second to look behind her, Willow made a mental note to make sure not to turn her back on the guy if they survived. Just in case, y'know. Really, her general distrust for everyone and everything was what had kept her alive, though definitely made it hard to make friends. Not like...

Blake noticed Paige's reaction. "Hard to look at, huh?" She muttered, her own head starting to swim with bloody images. "Good lord. Haven't seen that one before…" She said, blinking a few times to clear her eyes of the onslaught of murder. She leaned back in her chair, taking a deep breath to...

After grabbing her backpack, Willow slipped her knife into the makeshift sheath strapped to her leg. She slid down some more rocks, but stopped dead at the sight of a man. A man surrounded by zombies. She could see a tiny path of red leading back up the rocks, and cursed for the guy. He hadn't...

Willow's blood and dust covered fingers slid over the metal of her knife, checking for nicks or chips. She tried to take care of the thing, since it was probably her most useful weapon other than the bow. Yeah, a gun might be more effective, but an arrow to the head wasn't something someone...

Blake's fingers flew over her keyboard, re-reading the files about the murder. "I don't know why I bother reading this… It's all the same." She muttered, sliding her chair over to another part of the desk and pulling out her own notes. Blake had always preferred her own notes to the police's...

The officer smiled. A weird expression to be added to the stuffy room. "Good. I thought you'd agree. The other choice is quite… Unsatisfactory." "I am not a babysitter…" Blake muttered from where she stood, but the officer interrupted. "And no, Shepard will not be your babysitter. She'll be...

The officer opened a drawer and pulled out a file, tossing it onto the desk so the girl could see it. "There's been a string of murders. This seemingly uncatchable murderer is on the loose, and we've tried everything to catch him." He motioned to Blake with a hand. "This is detective Blake...

Blake fiddled absently with the edge of her shirt, a frown stuck on her face as she leaned against a wall. After being called to the police station, she'd assumed there had been a lead on the murderer case, but when she arrived she'd been told to wait. And so she waited. And waited. And waited...

Riel smiled from where she stood. She loved the Seattle Pride Parade. All the colours, the people, the strangely organized chaos. It always amazed her how many people congregated for it, but really, who'd have thought any different. Riel struggled out of her suddenly stuffy sweater, revealing...

Talyn groaned and grabbed his hand, pulling herself to her feet. "Thanks. You're not to bad in a fight yourself." She managed, the looked at the dead Ursa. Cracking her neck, she turned in the direction she'd been going before the Ursa had attacked. Pointing a thumb in that direction, she turned...

Talyn smirked and jumped, kicking off a tree so she could get higher, clicking her weapon into gun form and shooting the Ursa's wound, before clicking her weapon into sword form and slamming it into the wound as well. She jerked it to the side, cutting deeper into the Ursa. The creature roared...

Talyn rolled her eyes at him and jumped, landing on the Ursa's back as he fired. The blade sunk into the Ursa's back, and it roared and threw her off. She flipped in the air and landed a few feet away, clicking her sword into gun form and firing a few bolts at the creature, the arrow-like...

Talyn walked through the forests, calmly roving her eyes around the scenery. She stopped dead at the sound of a growl behind her, and slowly turned around. "Ah. Hey." She said, giving the Ursa a single wave and a before bolting off in the opposite direction. Stumbling through the bushes, she...