07-02-2017, 04:03 PM
The small town of Shepan was located on the north-eastern tip of Survival Island. What attracted the young girl known as Crow Leonth to it was that it was the smallest of the towns and thus would likely attract less people to it and give her the largest chance for good loot. Unfortunately, as soon as the red-haired girl landed on the southern part of town, she realized this she was very wrong. Multiple parachutes were hovering over her, all on separate bee-lines for Shepan with the same intention of gathering as many supplies as they could.
After dislodging herself from the backpack that housed the parachute, Crow quickly bolted towards the building that was the most southern of the otherwise northern town. It was also a little out of the way, which she hoped would help in identifying people heading towards it. The town was congested, so it would be difficult to see people sneaking up on her, but this little farmhouse was surrounded by a field, which would give her an advantage on approaching players.
Crow made her way into the house and shut the door behind her. She was happy to see a glistening piece of metal resting on the table of the kitchen right in front of her. She put the holster on next to it, and then pocketed the gun into it. There was a backpack next to it, which she quickly began to stuff with the various items that were placed for her to find: bandages, energy drinks and some ammo for the gun.
The young woman turned her attention towards the northern window of the home, towards the town of Shepan. She could see movement in the street, but they didn't seem to notice her or the house she was in. They were obviously scavenging for supplies themselves.
She took a moment to look at the watch on her wrist, which could tell her where she was and how she was doing. The map didn't surprise her; she was exactly where she expected. What did surprise her was the fact that it read '48 Alive,' when she clicked the 'Survivor' button, which meant two people had already been eliminated. Her landing was a bit unlucky, but apparently not the least lucky. She was good at that: edging the barrier between bad odds and good odds. She always seemed to make it work, even in the worst situations. That was a strong reason as to why she was here to begin with.
Once a common thief that peddled small change out of rich people's pockets in her original universe, she had graduated to more expensive taste in the Omniverse. Despite being just barely out of her teen years, she had become out of the most well-known pickpockets in Coruscant, almost to her disadvantage. Though thievery was definitely her forte, she wasn't opposed to doing what she needed to do to survive. That was what led her to jail, and to this 'opportunity' for freedom. But there was more then freedom waiting on this island. There was revenge to be had.
Before she could get too lost in the thought of what her mission was, the door on the south end of the house suddenly smashed inwards. Crow spun around, realizing she was only focusing on the town-side entrance, and left herself vulnerable. Her brown eyes bulged as a topless male figure appeared, wielding a single knife in one hand, and made eye contact with her. He had cut-scars all over his body, and had a very evil grin across his mousey face. "Well, hello there," he smirked at her.
She reacted instantly, moving to pull her pistol from its holster. She instantly regretted not practicing more, as she didn't 'unlock' the holster by pushing down on the gun first, which caused it to get stuck. The scarred intruder rushed forward through the open living room and into the kitchen, waving the knife frantically. Crow might not have had her pistol, but she did have her wits, which was enough to rush out of the way.
"Oh, come on now, there's no way out," the bald, pale man grinned at her. He was enjoying the chase. He stepped towards her as she continues to fumble with her gun. She was slinking backwards on her butt across the kitchen tile as he stalked her. "You get the honor of being my first. Not my last, I assure you. But the first is always special."
Crow Leonth felt very small. She was used to having control in these situations, but she was caught off guard. This guy clearly had a thing for targeting weaker prey. She didn't enjoy the feeling of being a target. But she had no other weapons aside from the single gun trapped in the locked holster at her waist, so she had to be smart. She'd have to run. She lept up and made a bee-line for the backdoor, but the man jumped at her and grabbed her arm. She put her weight on one heel and kicked with her back leg, hitting the guy right in his stomach (she aimed a little too high), sending him stumbling back. It was the break in contact she needed to run right through the door she originally entered in, back into the field outside Shepan.
"Come back, little bird, we're not done yet!" The creep called at her. There was a moment when he said 'bird' that she wasn't sure if he knew her or just called all girls that. She stumbled forward onto the dirt, feeling annoyingly like a damsel, and then up onto her feet. She spun around just in time to see the crazy Knife-Man appear at the door frame. Then heard a sound that was almost like a WHOOSH and a THUD! A single arrow stuck out of the side of the man's neck, just under his shocked face. As he choked on the metallic-looking object in his throat, blood started to pour from his mouth and cover his pale chin. She dropped his knife first, and then his weight. He landed knee-first, and then forward onto his face.
Crow looked over to see a muscular black man with a crossbow up against his shoulder, having been aiming it at the door. He had a goatee and a short cut on his head. He lowered his weapon to turn towards her. Suddenly, his eyes got big as Crow raised her pistol up towards him.
"Look out!" She screamed her first words in the entire game. The dark man ducked on instinct. With the movement of an expert that she couldn't summon earlier, she pulled the pistol out of its unruly holster and fired two loud gunshots. One shot cracked into the corner of the house, but the second one hit center mass. There had been a man looking to jab a javelin right into the back of her savior, but she connected with a perfectly-aimed shot to his chest and sent him reeling back.
When the Crossbow-Guy realized she had saved him (moments after saving her), he looked from the shot body back to her. She was clearly shaking but trying her best to look tough. "Thanks for that," he said in a surprisingly British accent.
"You're welcome." She stammered.
"I saved you, you saved me, so I think we're clearly not lookin' to kill each other," he explained to her. "There's a beach house close by here, away from the town. Let's go there and figure this out."
She nodded. Her instinct was not to trust this guy, but she felt like if he was going to attack her, he would have let her get killed earlier. "Alright."
"I'm Eddie," he introduced as he walked up to her. He held his hand out. "You?"
"Crow," she responded, shaking the hand.
"Alright, 'Crow'," he emphasized it, as if he was saying a nickname and not believing it to be her given one. "Let's get moving and we'll hash this out."
Crow followed Eddie towards the east, away from the house and the town. They didn't need to check the body of the pale, scarred knife-guy, because he was shot in the neck with a crossbow bolt (which Eddie recovered), and was clearly dead. They should have checked the second body, though. Because if they had, they would have realized that the man formerl known was Number Three, an executive assistant to the one and only Kitty Korlac, had been wearing body armor. As soon as both Crow and Eddie disappeared from the area, he sat up and let out a gasp of air, still clearly alive.
After dislodging herself from the backpack that housed the parachute, Crow quickly bolted towards the building that was the most southern of the otherwise northern town. It was also a little out of the way, which she hoped would help in identifying people heading towards it. The town was congested, so it would be difficult to see people sneaking up on her, but this little farmhouse was surrounded by a field, which would give her an advantage on approaching players.
Crow made her way into the house and shut the door behind her. She was happy to see a glistening piece of metal resting on the table of the kitchen right in front of her. She put the holster on next to it, and then pocketed the gun into it. There was a backpack next to it, which she quickly began to stuff with the various items that were placed for her to find: bandages, energy drinks and some ammo for the gun.
The young woman turned her attention towards the northern window of the home, towards the town of Shepan. She could see movement in the street, but they didn't seem to notice her or the house she was in. They were obviously scavenging for supplies themselves.
She took a moment to look at the watch on her wrist, which could tell her where she was and how she was doing. The map didn't surprise her; she was exactly where she expected. What did surprise her was the fact that it read '48 Alive,' when she clicked the 'Survivor' button, which meant two people had already been eliminated. Her landing was a bit unlucky, but apparently not the least lucky. She was good at that: edging the barrier between bad odds and good odds. She always seemed to make it work, even in the worst situations. That was a strong reason as to why she was here to begin with.
Once a common thief that peddled small change out of rich people's pockets in her original universe, she had graduated to more expensive taste in the Omniverse. Despite being just barely out of her teen years, she had become out of the most well-known pickpockets in Coruscant, almost to her disadvantage. Though thievery was definitely her forte, she wasn't opposed to doing what she needed to do to survive. That was what led her to jail, and to this 'opportunity' for freedom. But there was more then freedom waiting on this island. There was revenge to be had.
Before she could get too lost in the thought of what her mission was, the door on the south end of the house suddenly smashed inwards. Crow spun around, realizing she was only focusing on the town-side entrance, and left herself vulnerable. Her brown eyes bulged as a topless male figure appeared, wielding a single knife in one hand, and made eye contact with her. He had cut-scars all over his body, and had a very evil grin across his mousey face. "Well, hello there," he smirked at her.
She reacted instantly, moving to pull her pistol from its holster. She instantly regretted not practicing more, as she didn't 'unlock' the holster by pushing down on the gun first, which caused it to get stuck. The scarred intruder rushed forward through the open living room and into the kitchen, waving the knife frantically. Crow might not have had her pistol, but she did have her wits, which was enough to rush out of the way.
"Oh, come on now, there's no way out," the bald, pale man grinned at her. He was enjoying the chase. He stepped towards her as she continues to fumble with her gun. She was slinking backwards on her butt across the kitchen tile as he stalked her. "You get the honor of being my first. Not my last, I assure you. But the first is always special."
Crow Leonth felt very small. She was used to having control in these situations, but she was caught off guard. This guy clearly had a thing for targeting weaker prey. She didn't enjoy the feeling of being a target. But she had no other weapons aside from the single gun trapped in the locked holster at her waist, so she had to be smart. She'd have to run. She lept up and made a bee-line for the backdoor, but the man jumped at her and grabbed her arm. She put her weight on one heel and kicked with her back leg, hitting the guy right in his stomach (she aimed a little too high), sending him stumbling back. It was the break in contact she needed to run right through the door she originally entered in, back into the field outside Shepan.
"Come back, little bird, we're not done yet!" The creep called at her. There was a moment when he said 'bird' that she wasn't sure if he knew her or just called all girls that. She stumbled forward onto the dirt, feeling annoyingly like a damsel, and then up onto her feet. She spun around just in time to see the crazy Knife-Man appear at the door frame. Then heard a sound that was almost like a WHOOSH and a THUD! A single arrow stuck out of the side of the man's neck, just under his shocked face. As he choked on the metallic-looking object in his throat, blood started to pour from his mouth and cover his pale chin. She dropped his knife first, and then his weight. He landed knee-first, and then forward onto his face.
Crow looked over to see a muscular black man with a crossbow up against his shoulder, having been aiming it at the door. He had a goatee and a short cut on his head. He lowered his weapon to turn towards her. Suddenly, his eyes got big as Crow raised her pistol up towards him.
"Look out!" She screamed her first words in the entire game. The dark man ducked on instinct. With the movement of an expert that she couldn't summon earlier, she pulled the pistol out of its unruly holster and fired two loud gunshots. One shot cracked into the corner of the house, but the second one hit center mass. There had been a man looking to jab a javelin right into the back of her savior, but she connected with a perfectly-aimed shot to his chest and sent him reeling back.
When the Crossbow-Guy realized she had saved him (moments after saving her), he looked from the shot body back to her. She was clearly shaking but trying her best to look tough. "Thanks for that," he said in a surprisingly British accent.
"You're welcome." She stammered.
"I saved you, you saved me, so I think we're clearly not lookin' to kill each other," he explained to her. "There's a beach house close by here, away from the town. Let's go there and figure this out."
She nodded. Her instinct was not to trust this guy, but she felt like if he was going to attack her, he would have let her get killed earlier. "Alright."
"I'm Eddie," he introduced as he walked up to her. He held his hand out. "You?"
"Crow," she responded, shaking the hand.
"Alright, 'Crow'," he emphasized it, as if he was saying a nickname and not believing it to be her given one. "Let's get moving and we'll hash this out."
Crow followed Eddie towards the east, away from the house and the town. They didn't need to check the body of the pale, scarred knife-guy, because he was shot in the neck with a crossbow bolt (which Eddie recovered), and was clearly dead. They should have checked the second body, though. Because if they had, they would have realized that the man formerl known was Number Three, an executive assistant to the one and only Kitty Korlac, had been wearing body armor. As soon as both Crow and Eddie disappeared from the area, he sat up and let out a gasp of air, still clearly alive.
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