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Post by KATARINA LYNN MORRIS on Oct 23, 2012 18:20:50 GMT -8
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 749 WORDS FOR OPENfor now this is for anyone. let's see what happens. DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] The scrapyards. Although they didn’t have much to offer Katarina and her cause, it never hurt to look. On occasion she got lucky finding sturdy materials for anything that they need. Honestly though, she just liked getting lost in the large piles of metal that were left behind. Not to mention climbing them and screaming at the top of her lungs when she reached the peak. It was the way she could let out her frustration and anxiety when she was feeling stressed. Today the scrapyard was empty. Not many people were out looking at the twisted metal left behind, but that was okay. Kat liked it better when it was quiet.
In the sky the sun was making its way towards the west. Soon it would be dark and other dangers would be lurking in the Oulands. Climbing the final pile she let out a loud scream at the top until she ran out of breath. For a moment she lingered, catching her breath as she watched the sun. Checking her watch she knew it would only be an hour or so before the daylight would be gone. A quick look around the scraps and she would be on her way. Kat told herself that if she was out here alone then she shouldn’t be out here after dark. That was the rule anyways that she had established in her Resistance, unless of course they were in groups. Pairs and solo trips were not allowed. She couldn’t risk losing more people. Losing them to the forces of Utopia was bad enough.
At the bottom of the numerous piles she walked on the dirt paths. Many of the objects she saw were too large for her to bring back herself. What she wanted was to find a new computer for Kaleb. If not a computer at least parts that would make the computer run faster or keep signals longer. They were losing too many connections on his machine and they needed a proper piece of equipment for Kaleb to work. The underground market would be the last place she checked. Maybe she should have kept the one she sold for money? At least then it would be working like the others in Utopia, but that was in the past. Then again, if she was that desperate she could ask her brother for help, but again she didn’t want to drag her brother into this. Katarina left on her own and if there was any chance that she should go to him for help or speak to him she knew that he would try to convince her to come back to Utopia. No, she wasn’t going to return to that life.
A box caught her eye. It was sealed shut which was unusual. Normally those were the first things people dug into for food or who knows what else. It was too tempting, but something so obvious could be a trap. Katarina looked around, but it was apparent that no one was in sight. Slowly approaching the box the knelt down. First she lifted it. It was fairly heavy in weight, so someone hadn’t opened it yet. Putting an ear to it there wasn’t a ticking sound so she hoped there wasn’t a bomb inside. Taking a deep breath she set the box down and flipped it open, quickly shutting her eyes. For a moment she waited, but there was nothing. When she opened her eyes she was surprised at what she saw.
Inside the box were numerous small green and gold plates. She examined them carefully and realized that they were parts for a computer. Oh she hoped these would be beneficial to Kaleb, but why would someone get rid of all of these? She went through the box, examining each one thoroughly to make sure that they weren’t damaged. Some were obviously burned or melted from use and she tossed those aside. By the time she was done she had about five plates left. Although they didn’t appear damaged she had no idea if they would work in the computer. Katarina hoped that when she brought them back Kaleb could make them work.
Putting the bad ones back in the box she took the good ones and tucked them away in her bag. Well, today hadn’t been a complete bust after all which was a nice change. Kat was getting tired of venturing out and not finding anything good. This would surely put a smile on Kaleb’s face. [/style] |
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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Oct 28, 2012 16:43:25 GMT -8
[STYLE=width: 495px; text-align: right; color: 2c2927; font-family: arial; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -5px;] caught in between[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][STYLE=width: 230px; border: 10px solid #2c2927;] [/style] | [atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 250px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; color: 2c2927;]Just always do what is right for the people you want to protect.
That was what he wanted to do, wasn’t it? The words rang clear in his mind, repeating themselves over and over again. It should have made him feel proud of himself. He should have been doing this with a superior feeling in his heart not a sinking one. He wanted to do what was right. He especially wanted to do what was right for the people he had promised to protect when he had joined the military. It was supposed to be good. He was supposed to be content. Harper did not feel anything close to content.
It had been his father who had spoken those words to him. He had grasped his son’s shoulders (a rare thing indeed) and looked him square in the eye while saying just that. Harper had stared at him right back and had felt absolutely nothing. There wasn’t anything. Despite his father’s attempt to sound sincere Harper had seen right through it. He had seen the act played again and again on other people. He knew his father well. He thought he did, at least. If there was one thing that he was never certain of it was his father’s love for him. If it was there then Harper never felt it. It was simply mandatory of the both of them to pretend to be fond of one another. They had to be a perfect father and son pair with Harper backing up everything daddy said and daddy getting Harper out of trouble. This was supposed to be something big that he was going to do to make his father even more proud of him. But how much of it was pretend? It was something that Harper never took the time to explore. Why would he want to find out that his own father did not like him if that was the case?
Harper was still in some shock about what he had been asked to do. He had been put on an assignment specifically to help stop the Resistance. Harper had never been put into something that actively went after the Resistance. He had been on many missions to the Outlands when he had been younger but that was to find Utopia’s own criminals. It was only recently that the Resistance had even become a major concern for the major power players in Utopia. He had always heard of them but he had never been told to find them or be too concerned with them. His assignments now mostly included border patrol or taking care of any major threats near to the city. This project required him to go out and search… That wasn’t the worst of it. He had to go alone and there were some special conditions that he needed to meet.
It was late afternoon when he had finally gained some distance between himself and his home. Now he was deep in the belly of his new temporary home: the Outlands. He had been dressed down completely to civilian clothing. He’d taken only a few things from his own closet to shove into a duffle bag and be on his way. He had been given no weapons except for a survival knife that had been fastened to his belt. They had seemed strangely confident in his ability not to be killed because they did not seem to have any concern with sending him out with so little resources. In fact, his father had insisted to hastily Harper that it would be alright. There would be back-up if anything went wrong according to the senior Kennedy. Apparently Harper had a lot to live up to.
So far Harper had not made much contact with anyone. He had seen a few people and asked some questions but no fingers had pointed him in the right direction. He had been put in the direction of where his superiors had thought the Resistance would be and that was that. Good luck and all. He was wary of almost everyone he came by though. In his trouser pocket he held his only bargaining piece to find some kind of reason with the Resistance… if someone pick pocketed him… he had no idea what he’d do. He’d have to find another way to get them to believe him and he was sure the papers he carried would be the best start to that.
Piles of junk had often been his resting spots. He’d climb the sturdiest of piles and sit atop them so that he could see all around him. It was rare that he found something naturally occurring in nature to sit on… there were debris of the past all around him. But the debris did sometimes provide for him. Every now and then he’d find something to eat and wouldn’t have to make deals with shady salesmen that he came across. It also provided shelter when needed and since the weather was growing colder he did appreciate it.
He was completely taken by surprise when he noticed another human. His steps had stopped and the once swaying duffle bag thumped against his back. He had no need to squint up at her since she would still seem shadowy in the light. Still… there was a strange familiarity to her that he just couldn’t place… it was a blur. But he realized he could not have seen her before. He was far in the Outlands. He couldn’t have known anyone.
His moment of curious captivation was more than enough time for someone to throw their body weight completely against him. The air was knocked from his lungs and as he fell forward and hit the ground Harper cursed himself for not having been prepared (he was always ready!). The assailant pulled at his duffel bag while still keeping their weight on top of Harper. But now that Harper had gathered his thoughts he was far more able to defend himself. He tore the strap of the duffle bag from his back and heard the man behind him fall backward with the force he had been putting into getting a hold of Harper’s things. Harper didn’t bother leaping to his feet completely. He flipped over and dove on top of the fallen man who shouted a few unmentionable words up at him. But he was silenced as soon as the knife had been drawn and dug into the hard earth only a hairs length away from his ear. Then there was a moment of silence. The man’s arms came started to come up in surrender but Harper wouldn’t allow it and slammed his freehand down against it. He then firmly placed one of his knees into the man’s gut.
“Get up and run,” Harper demanded more than suggested. “Do this or I kill you.”
The man simply nodded. Harper could see that he wouldn’t be dangerous. He was rather old and overweight. His cheeks were ruddy with effort and his hair was caked in grease and sweat. He had nothing to worry about. Harper yanked the knife from the ground and pulled his duffle bag back into his hands as he got up. The man started to crawl off before he gathered enough momentum to get up and speed away.[/style][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 30px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: 2c2927; color: f1f1f1; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; overflow: auto; height: 20px; padding: 5px; text-align: center;]tagged for katarina[/style][/style] |
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Post by KATARINA LYNN MORRIS on Oct 29, 2012 15:27:51 GMT -8
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 453 WORDS FOR HARPERfor now this is for anyone. let's see what happens. DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] The sky was now starting to change colors as the sun sat lower in the sky. Yellows and oranges streaked the once blue sky that would soon turn midnight. Katarina needed to make it back before dark. Not doing so ran the risk of being attacked alone at night, and being out alone was against her own rules. She had to set an example for others after all.
The sound of a scuffle behind her caused her to turn around her. Turns out she wasn’t alone in the scrapyards today after all. Rather than get involved she headed towards the two figures and climbed a nearby pile of scrap for a better view. Something about one of them seemed so familiar to Kat, but in the fading light it was difficult to make out features and neither of them would hold still long enough for her to get a good look at them. It was obvious that one was younger than the other, giving a slight advantage to one. Katarina watched with interest as the fight unfolded and a victor came out. She watched as the loser took off out of fear, hearing the victor’s threat beneath her.
Her hands gave him a short applause but she didn’t move from her position on the scrap pile. “That was entertaining, but you’ve got to be more careful. The Outlands are a dangerous place, and from what I can tell you haven’t been out here very long.” She made note of his clothing, fairly clean for an Outlander along with the duffle bag that he was carrying with him. Although his back was still to her there was something about him that felt familiar. It was eating away at her as she tried to remember, but it wasn’t until he turned around did it suddenly hit her.
Suddenly Kat felt her stomach twist, the urge to vomit over coming her. Her chest was suddenly tight as she sucked in a breath. She didn’t know his name, but his face was all too familiar. Kat remembered that she had led an attack on the walls of Utopia. They were met by many guards who had been patrolling the borders, and even though she called for them to pull back she did kill a few people who got in her way. She remembered his face but what she remembered most was taking a knife to his chest. Surely she had killed him? Her face changed from casual to dark as she stared down the young man.
“It can’t be...” she murmured under her breath. This had to be an illusion. The sun was getting to her, but just to make sure, “What are you doing out here?” [/style] |
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Post by HARPER LEE KENNEDY on Oct 31, 2012 20:45:14 GMT -8
[STYLE=width: 495px; text-align: right; color: 2c2927; font-family: arial; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -5px;] caught in between[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][STYLE=width: 230px; border: 10px solid #2c2927;][/style] | [atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 250px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; color: 2c2927;]The blade that he held never made it back to his belt. With adrenaline coursing through him and his senses on the edge Harper had whirled at the sound of applause. He moved until he was once again facing a feminine silhouette. He had to crane his head back to look up toward her and his feet stepped back so he could get her in a better view. The fading light was of little help to him and it only encouraged keeping him on his guard. He would not falter a second time in one evening. He would not mess up a second time ever again. Mistakes were what got you killed and Harper had no room to be making mistakes out here alone. He kept a very close watch on the dim figure and kept his ears opened to the fading scenery around him. Now he was almost certain that he was alone with this woman. He still kept his muscles bunched up and ready to spring. No room for mistakes… no room to die out here… no messing up…
For the most part he ignored her comments. The words did not ring out as important to him and so the information simply settled into the dark recesses of his brain. He would be able to poke and prod at them thoughtfully later. For now he would deal with what was important. After all, Harper wasn’t terribly concerned with looking like an Outlander. He was an outsider coming in to offer them information and he was pretty sure he would manage to look that part when the time came.
He scrunched his nose up at her question but other than that he showed no clear signs of thinking it over too deeply. He couldn’t just straight out say that he was looking to join the Resistance could he? Wouldn’t it seem a little bit strange? Or maybe that was just the nerves inside of his stomach trying to talk him out of something stupid. Harper could not – would not hesitate though.
“Searching,” he called back to her, his voice sounding curious and guarded. He could act the part of a lost wanderer, he figured. Why should she suspect him of anything when it was only normal to be weary in a place like this? He jutted his chin out in her direction. “What are you doing out here?”
Part of him was concerned that she may have had something to do with the man who had just tried to rob him of his very few belongings. They could have been a team… or a part of a team. The thought kept Harper’s hand carefully hovering over the handle of his knife. [/style][STYLE=background-color: f8f8f8; width: 230px; padding: 10px; height: 30px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: 2c2927; color: f1f1f1; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; overflow: auto; height: 20px; padding: 5px; text-align: center;]tagged for katarina[/style][/style] |
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