heart thumps against her chest. RACING FURIOUSLY. a fight for another day. hell, even another hour. no pain. only adrenaline. feet desperate to carry on.
GET TO SAFETY. GET TO SAFETY.
( “ what was that? ” )
hushed whispers. a cautious response to the cracking sound of multiple branches in the distance.
(“ roamers probably. sounds like a group of them.” )
( “we should let them pass, finn. we’re low on ammo. ”)
a finger raises from her companion; SILENCE. lips purse together and ears strain to catch what had caught finn’s attention. it takes a moment, and some focus, but finally her ears pick up what his had caught.
VOICES.
while she can’t make out what they’re saying, she at least can make out a few voices.
four… maybe five.
(“ sounds like a group. maybe i should talk to them. we’d be stronger in numbers. safer. ” )
(“is that really a good idea? we have no clue who they are.”)
( “ you need to be more trusting, rae. just because the world’s gone to shit doesn’t mean that everyone has. ” )
a soft laugh; he’s trying to comfort her. ease her concern. how can he be so blithe and jovial. so willing to trust in a world like this, even after everything they’d witnessed. part of her can’t help but be ENVIOUS, desperate to be able to see the world as she had once. before madness ensued, and everything fell apart.
( “ i don’t know about this
———” )
footsteps and voices grow near.
( “ just… wait here. i’ll go talk to them. if something goes wrong, just run. get to safety. but i’m telling you, i’ve got a good feeling about this. i’ll be back soon. ” )
KEEP MOVING. KEEP RUNNING.
it’s the mantra holding her on her feet. she knows that if she stops, the adrenaline will follow suit, and she won’t be able to start again. she can already feel herself slowly becoming more aware of the pain in her back. she needs to find somewhere safe. shelter. it’s the only way she might have a chance.
as the sight of a small cabin catches her eye, a temporary wave of relief falls over her and she scrambles to get to the door. not in the clear yet, who’s to say what she’ll find inside, but at least there’s some hope in sight.
door opens with ease, and relief washes over her again at the sight of an empty room. a moments respite and just in time. her legs fall out from beneath her and she crashes to the floor.
ADRENALINE’S ON EMPTY. NOW FOR THE REAL HARD PART.
eyes burn with tears, mirroring the searing pain that’s partially responsible for causing them. it hurts so bad, and she can hardly move. moving only makes it worse, but she manages to close the door, and crawl her way over to the furthest corner of the room. at least if a roamer got in, she’d have time to react. still, the pain is so overwhelming, each sensation of pain echoing stronger and longer than the last. it’s only moments before she blacks out and the ringing of the wrench clenched in her hand rings out in the empty cabin as her body falls slack.
for a moment, it looks like finn might be right. he speaks to them with his usual charm, something she had grown so accustomed. it made her smile. they seem friendly enough, laughing over a stupid joke finn had cracked, trying to break the ice. but that only lasts a moment.
before she can even react, the man speaking to finn raises his gun.
DEAFENING, one loud shot rings out and the thud of a body hitting the ground follows. without so much as a warning, they had shot finn dead. she wants to scream, she can feel it stuck in her throat, trying to get out. but she’s choking on the sound. RAGE and SORROW. her best friend in the world is laying dead just feet away from her.
( “ SOMEONE GRAB HIS SHIT. ” )
she can’thelp it when she hears his words; watches as he spits on finn’s dead body. from her spot hidden in the bushes, she raises her gun. three shots. there’s no way she can get all five, but she can at least make sure some of them pay.
click. POW!
the monster responsible for her rage falls to the ground, a shot ripped straight through his temple and out the other side.
( “ what th
———” )
click. POW!
the second shot hits one of the men reaching for his gun, though not as accurate as the first one. still, the bullet goes through his shoulder.
click. POW!
the last shot misses entirely, no time to focus or aim right. she can’t even focus on their shouts, on the words they spew in rage. there’s nothing left that she can do, unless she wants to die, right here, right now. part of her wants to. wants to let them kill her too. but her body takes control; an autonomous attempt at saving itself. her feet move in long strides, one in front of another. finn’s words fuel her every step.
GET TO SAFETY.
& for a moment, she’s surprised. she’s gotten away unharmed. she can hear their shouting beginning to get further and further behind her until
———
click. POW!
——— and a sharp pain in her back.
the sound of footsteps approaching is the first thing she hears as she comes to, and as her eyes open she finds herself staring up at a young woman. a blonde, watching her piercing blue eyes with what she could have mistaken as a look of concern and confusion. she wasn’t from the group she had encountered earlier. still though, fingers stretch, reaching for familiar cool steel of her wrench only to panic when she can’t find it. not that she would even stand a chance if she could, in the state she was in.
Person B knowing they’re undoubtedly about to die within the next few seconds, likely from the gaping wound they’re bleeding out from. Instead of calling for help, they phone Person A and carry on a casual conversation as if nothing is wrong, making sure to mention how much they love them before their time runs out.
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independent. semi-selective.
this is a & semi-selective independent roleplay blog, which means that most of my interactions will take place with those that i am in a mutual follow with — meaning that i am following you & you are following me.. i am always open to new people to write with though, so if you're interested in writing or plotting with me, just throw me a message and we can certainly discuss doing something. that being said, sometimes i will come across characters i may not know and thus might not be interested in writing with. please don’t take this personally — it is never a reflection of you or your blog, but rather what i’m comfortable with at any given moment.
following.
i’m a fairly selective follower — i won’t always follow everyone back. i prefer a clean & organized dash, & i prefer to follow those that i believe could help me grow as a writer & encourage growth of my character, as well as those that i enjoy seeing on my dashboard. once again, this isn’t meant as anything personal. it doesn’t mean that i don’t like you or your muse. it’s just a way of keeping things tidy. (& please give me some time to follow you back. it sometimes take me a few days to see that i’ve gotten any new followers! if you want me to follow you, you can always throw a message my way and i'll totally check out your page)
triggers & nsfw.
due to the nature of the show, there will be some triggering content featured on this blog in written and/or visual form. i will do my very best to tag everything appropriately. (though i will most likely not be tagging blood except for pictures that i see fit, as a large portion of my icons do contain blood, dirt, & grime given the scenes on the show.) if i’ve missed anything or i’m not tagging something that you’d like me to, please let me know! as for nsfw content, i will be tagging both written & visual forms. i’m over the age of 18 so smut will likely occur, though it’s may not occur with any consistent frequency. i will NOT write smut with anyone below the age of 18 under any circumstances, so don't ask.
canons & au's.
the main verse of this blog will follow the canon storyline at all points, as i am currently up to date with the show & plan to continue to watch it. i am always open to AUs & crossovers, as well as threads pre-the 100 storyline, which will be expanded upon on my verses page. (i'm familiar with many fandoms & if there's something on the internet for me to read about your fandom, i'm usually more than willing to do so.) i also tend to go by this rule: if i am starting the interaction without previous plotting, the interaction will be in my character's universe. if you are starting the interaction, the interaction will be in your character's universe. of course, there are exceptions to every rule but this is one that i prefer to stick by, as it reduces the confusion. but my ask is always open if you're interested in plotting a new verse!!!
replies & formatting.
i'm an admittedly slow replier (like… super slow at times), & my muse occasionaly doesn’t want to cooperate with me. there are some days where i can reply immediately, & others were it could take me hours to write a single sentence. if you're looking for someone who can consistently turn out fast replies, i'm not your girl. sorry. & please do not rush me for replies. a gentle reminder once or twice is okay & often encouraged, but pestering me is a sure way to kill my muse -- &, to be honest, i'll probably make you wait longer out of spite. (◕‿◕✿)
as far as formatting goes, it varies depending on my mood. sometimes i'll go out of my way to format things elaborately, & other times i simply can't be bothered. i do, however, prefer to use icons over gifs. but when roleplaying with me, use whatever you're comfortable with, so never worry about your formatting or gif/icon use, I will love you all the same! the quality is what's important.
shipping.
this blog will NOT just revolve around romantic relationships. while i'm sure they will occur a lot over the course of this blog, i'm not here for the sole purpose of shipping. i'd like to develop Raven and her other relationships -- familial, platonic, & otherwise. & while i do have my preferred pairings, that does NOT mean that i will ship Raven with the first of that muse to come around, nor will I only exlusively ship with those characters. in the end, chemistry is key in all ships -- if it's not there, i won't ship it & if it is, i will.
i will be playing Raven’s sexuality as bisexual (with a preference towards women). if you have any issues with that, feel free to ask me about it, or even unfollow if you feel the need.
the mun.
i’m not mean or anything, i promise. one of my favorite parts of roleplaying, is the opportunity it gives me to expand my horizons, and meet new people & when it comes down to it, it’s the most important part of this for me. so never be afraid to throw me a message out of character or to ask for my kik or skype!! thank you for reading the guidelines, and i look forward to roleplaying with you all!!!
