South makes her way outside instantly, trying to find answers to where she was or what was going on. She runs, hurrying, a little more frantic than she intends to be. It's evening, not quite dark, and she runs through and past some sort of celebration. She doesn't pay it mind, or pauses to think about what she's doing. Just running, getting away from people, getting away from all the noise but the threat of others, too.
Instinct tells her to run, hide, find somewhere safe and figure the place out. Figure out her situation.
She ends up on a beach, boots sinking in the damp sand. It's glowing, but she doesn't pay that much mind at first. She's more concerned with finding somewhere to duck behind, a large rock formation looking like a nice solution. She crouches down behind it, breathing hard and trying to find her bearings. Her armor has no information for her, where she is, enemies coming up on her, it's practically useless. Other than being a metal shell to hide safely in.
Alright. She knows she was shot, by Wash, and she can't see through her right eye. When she touches it, she can feel scars around it. Shouldn't she be dead? Maybe she is. Maybe she's dead and in hell- heaven? Doubtful, but as she looks around her hiding spot, it doesn't look how she'd imagine hell would look... She could have survived, maybe some damage to her brain caused her to forget what's happened. Where she is. Stranger things have happened, but she has no idea what this could be. Better to be ready, wait and figure the situation out.
So she stays crouched safely behind her rock, eyeing the ocean with suspicion and looking around for any threat or clue what was happening to her.
Growing Pains:
There's flowers everywhere. Which is weird enough, she's ended up on some weird island with a flower problem. But even weirder is the flowers that seem to come out of her- what the fuck even? They start as little buds that burn and ache as they force their way out of her skin, popping up and blossoming across her flesh. She's not sure what's caused them, but trying to pull them only makes them worse. She's even tried to trim them, the ones she can reach. It doesn't help, they keep popping up and growing, getting more frequent.
She sits on a bench, in a shirt and jeans, trying to trim them off her arms and frowning as they keep returning, a grimace on her face from the ache they cause.
Hoo Ha Ha:
Waking up on a strange boat is bad enough, having unknown company only makes it worse. She's tense, armor on and displeased expression hidden by her helmet. She keeps her pistol in hand, moving to the highest point of the boat to try and see if she can find any sight of land. Or another boat. Anything that could help.
Then she hears a noise. An unsettling noise that makes her tense shoulders tighter, narrowing her eyes as she peers over the edge to see- tigers? Sharks? Fucking tiger sharks? Literally?! She stares at it before she fires a round, killing it and knocking it's body into the water. Done-
Except it's not done, there's more and she's letting out a displeased growl. Fuck. Weird ass fucking creatures that are clawing their way up her boat? What. The. Fucking. Fuck?!!
"Get your dick out of your hand and do something." She yells out after a moment, since she knows she's not alone on this thing. Regardless of whatever they're doing, already helping or not, she's yelling.
She has more guns, but good luck getting her to part with any of them, she's not about to let some asswad touch her weapons or limited ammo.
Agent South Dakota | Red vs Blue | OTA
South makes her way outside instantly, trying to find answers to where she was or what was going on. She runs, hurrying, a little more frantic than she intends to be. It's evening, not quite dark, and she runs through and past some sort of celebration. She doesn't pay it mind, or pauses to think about what she's doing. Just running, getting away from people, getting away from all the noise but the threat of others, too.
Instinct tells her to run, hide, find somewhere safe and figure the place out. Figure out her situation.
She ends up on a beach, boots sinking in the damp sand. It's glowing, but she doesn't pay that much mind at first. She's more concerned with finding somewhere to duck behind, a large rock formation looking like a nice solution. She crouches down behind it, breathing hard and trying to find her bearings. Her armor has no information for her, where she is, enemies coming up on her, it's practically useless. Other than being a metal shell to hide safely in.
Alright. She knows she was shot, by Wash, and she can't see through her right eye. When she touches it, she can feel scars around it. Shouldn't she be dead? Maybe she is. Maybe she's dead and in hell- heaven? Doubtful, but as she looks around her hiding spot, it doesn't look how she'd imagine hell would look... She could have survived, maybe some damage to her brain caused her to forget what's happened. Where she is. Stranger things have happened, but she has no idea what this could be. Better to be ready, wait and figure the situation out.
So she stays crouched safely behind her rock, eyeing the ocean with suspicion and looking around for any threat or clue what was happening to her.
Growing Pains:
There's flowers everywhere. Which is weird enough, she's ended up on some weird island with a flower problem. But even weirder is the flowers that seem to come out of her- what the fuck even? They start as little buds that burn and ache as they force their way out of her skin, popping up and blossoming across her flesh. She's not sure what's caused them, but trying to pull them only makes them worse. She's even tried to trim them, the ones she can reach. It doesn't help, they keep popping up and growing, getting more frequent.
She sits on a bench, in a shirt and jeans, trying to trim them off her arms and frowning as they keep returning, a grimace on her face from the ache they cause.
Hoo Ha Ha:
Waking up on a strange boat is bad enough, having unknown company only makes it worse. She's tense, armor on and displeased expression hidden by her helmet. She keeps her pistol in hand, moving to the highest point of the boat to try and see if she can find any sight of land. Or another boat. Anything that could help.
Then she hears a noise. An unsettling noise that makes her tense shoulders tighter, narrowing her eyes as she peers over the edge to see- tigers? Sharks? Fucking tiger sharks? Literally?! She stares at it before she fires a round, killing it and knocking it's body into the water. Done-
Except it's not done, there's more and she's letting out a displeased growl. Fuck. Weird ass fucking creatures that are clawing their way up her boat? What. The. Fucking. Fuck?!!
"Get your dick out of your hand and do something." She yells out after a moment, since she knows she's not alone on this thing. Regardless of whatever they're doing, already helping or not, she's yelling.
She has more guns, but good luck getting her to part with any of them, she's not about to let some asswad touch her weapons or limited ammo.