fight or flight [➹]

[beast boy]

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age: 20 years
gender: female
weapon M16 assault rifle
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crush: none
family: none
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location: house/city streets
tags: open
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After what must have been hours, Lucy felt her dreary body waking up. The first thing she noticed before opening her eyes was how quiet it was beyond where she was. Were the bombs just a dream? They must have been. But where were the cars and the people chattering away like normal. How odd. She let her eyes flutter open, and the second thing she noticed was the darkness. No this was peculiar. She couldn't have seen her hand inches from her face if she had lifted it. Surprised, she suddenly made a move to sit up, only let out a yelp as a sharp pain rushed to her head and her ankle as she tried to pull her legs closer to her body.. She bit her lower lip, uncaring as she tasted blood slightly from her lip. She tried her hardest to disregard the pain in her head as she leaned over to touch her ankle. She was surprised to find it jammed beneath something. Trying once again to pull it closer to herself and once again felt a sharp pain as she did so. Panicked and nervous, she tried to lift whatever was crushing her ankle, but it was hopeless. She took a moment to take a few deep breaths and close her eyes before she shifted and felt something in her pocket. She grabbed it and was hopeful to see it wasn't dead (although it did only have 6% battery). She eagerly turned the flashlight on and was lost for breath when she was greeted with her current surroundings. She was buried beneath wooden planks and crumbled walls. her foot was jammed beneath a heavy wooden plank, but now that she saw it she could easily pull it out at a certain angle. She looked around her, feeling scared and claustrophobic about where she was right now. She slowly rose from her position, trying to put weight on her ankle gently. She winced in pain as she set it down, and took a moment to compose herself before very slowly limping around a bit, keeping her head low to avoid hitting it on the destruction above her. She pushed on the ruins around her in search of an escape, and found one after a few minutes of searching. As she began pulling away loose stones and wood and light broke through the hole, her phone died, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to escape. After about 10 minutes or tearing it apart, she had created a hole large enough to pull herself through. Ignoring the pain in her head and ankle, she pulled herself through and let herself fall onto the ground outside. She closed her eyes and moved her hands up to cover her face and rub her eyes. She had been unaware of the bloody gash along her temple until she pulled her hands away and looked at them. Fantastic. She composed herself before sitting up and looking around her. Her heart sank. The city was gone. There was no building standing, just the remains. Rubble and a few lone walls that managed to remain standing. She let out a strangled gasp and felt tears welling up in her eyes. The bombs hadn't been a dream.

[spacekid]

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name; devon
age; 20
weapon; .22 rifle
feeling; fearful
crush; open
location; streets, subway
tags; dean
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I heard a high-pitched whine as a wind suddenly picked up, prompting me to close my book and look for the source of the noise. Using my hand to shield my eyes against the late-morning sun, I made out a shape against the bright blue sky. A plane. That was odd. The whining sound was getting steadily louder as the plane got closer. Something about it made me uneasy. It was flying low, and it looked like a military aircraft. I wasn't particularly interested in warfare but it didn't look like one of ours, either. I felt a cold wave of dread sweep over me. When I was younger, I'd been paranoid about the possibility of World War III breaking out, and my old fear had reawakened.

I squinted at the plane, which was still a good distance away, in an attempt to get a better look. Before I could identify the plane, a deafening noise shattered the easy quiet of the park. Screams broke out around me and my eyes widened, terror coursing through me. Everything seemed distant suddenly, but I fought to get my bearing back. I inhaled, exhaled, and sprinted for the subway. I needed cover, or I was screwed. I made my way through the streets, avoiding the throngs of panicked people. Blood roared in my ears, I could see buildings collapsing and destruction in my periphery. I tried to ignore the wreckage in my wake and the looming shadow of the plane, no, planes.

There; the subway entrance gaped only a little way ahead of me. I almost laughed with relief. I could make it. I reached the third step when an explosion rocked the ground beneath me. The force threw me forwards like a rag doll. My head hit the ground with a nauseating thunk and a moment of blinding, white-hot pain before I slipped into unconsciousness.

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I came to with a killer headache. I winced at the pain and gingerly put my fingers to my head. There was so much blood, my hair was stiff with it. I examined my scarlet-stained hand and my stomach turned over in revulsion. I was not a fan of blood. You wouldn't ever find me watching slasher films, which had provoked a lot of comments such as "wuss", "girl" and "crybaby", and more unpleasant things after I'd announced my attraction to other boys. I'd always rolled my eyes at stuff like that. I was secure enough in my masculinity to cry, and I wasn't ashamed of it. Mostly. I felt like crying then, honestly. I couldn't really fathom what had happened. Maybe it was the adrenaline high or the bump on the head, but I couldn't make sense of the bombing or why it had occurred. I shook my head, as if that would get my thoughts in order. Apparently my observational skills had been affected as well, because I only just then noticed the intimidating, tattooed man standing over me. "Oh, hey. It got pretty wild out there, didn't it?"

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[kami_]

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C O L E

tagged: Open
Location: streets

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Cole slowly came into conciousness. However when his eyes fluttered open all he could see was darkness. Dust flowed into his throat as he tried to breath making him cough. He didn't know where he was, nor did he know what part of his body was functioning. He could feel his pulse staring to increase as Cole started to panic. He could feel a large pressure pushing against his body and that was when he realised he was burried under something. The boy thrust his arms fowards knocking off rubble from his body. He carried on lifting all the debris off of him until he was able to sit upwards.

As he sat up, he took in a large gasp of the air before coughing, attempting to get rid of the dust in his throat.
Cole looked a mess. His whole body was coated in a grey dusty substance and his clothes were torn. His hair was scruffy and had tiny pieces of debris laced between the hairs. After Cole took a few deep breaths, he glanced at the world around him. His pupils dilated in shock as he took in the scenery. Building's had been turned into dust and there was nothing anywhere. Where had the world gone? where had all of the people gone? what had even happened? was he the last person on earth? questions burned throughout his mind causing Cole to become increasingly worried.

Suddenly a thought struck Cole. His sister. where was she? he saw her right before something was falling from the sky. She was screaming and crying, the awful memories came flooding back to Cole. Hitting him like a brick to water. The boy scrambled to his feet before looking around, his eyes wider than an owls. He could feel a dull pain where his ribs were however it unfazed him for now. As he glanced around he noticed a tiny pair of black shoes. They were covered in a layer of dust and were torn up as if an animal had chewed them. However, he knew who they belonged to and seeing them made tears well in his eyes. He knew what had happened to her, he just didn't want to admit it.

Cole slowly walked over to the pair of shoes before dropping to his knees before them. Warm tears dropped from his eyes and onto the floor. He picked up the shoes before hugging them in his arms. How selfish could he have been. If he hadn't left her none of this would've happened. Cole leaned his head back and let out a cry. At this moment in time Cole had never felt so alone. so vunerable. so weak. so hopeless.

[neamrel]

ｄｅａｎ ｍｉｌｌｅｒxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtwenty-three . location: subway . tags: devon
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Dean had looked back once he had actually entered underground, expecting the familiar face of Cal to be there. When he finally noticed she wasn't he had cussed silently under his breath, covering his head with his arms as the ground shook and fragments of the ceiling fell down over him. There had been a particularly close explosion when an unfamiliar body suddenly fell from the stairs leading into the subway. Dean had tensed for a moment, bracing himself against the wall as the silence filled the area. Deathly silence was all that was in the air, it seemed that the bombing was over.
Before Dean even thought of heading above, he walked carefully over towards the unconscious man, gazing down at him when he finally stood beside him. Getting no closer as he then looked towards the stairs. His attention was whipped back to the man when he heard him talk.
Pretty wild? Alright. Dean huffed a dry laugh as he then squatted down closer, careful of his ankle - it had to be swelled by now. "I think you just stated the biggest understatement of the century." He rumbled with a small grimace as he tried to get his ankle into an actual comfortable position with how he was squatting. The guy below him surely had to be in more pain, right? Dean saw him hit the ground, hard. "Are you.. uh.. alright? You took a pretty nasty fall honestly." He asked, looking over almost worriedly at the guy, Dean giving him a brief once over with his eyes to see if he was actually bleeding from anywhere. From the way the guy had been holding his head Dean knew that was possibly hurting, but he didn't know if anything else was.

[spacekid]

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name; devon
age; 20
weapon; .22 rifle
feeling; dizzy
crush; open
location; subway
tags; dean
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I looked away from the man, realising my vision was still blurry. My glasses had fallen off my face after I was propelled down the stairs. I felt for them, shuffling around on my hands and knees like Velma from Scooby Doo. The thought almost made me laugh on loud. My hand finally closed around them and I slipped them up the bridge of my nose. I sighed in frustration. The left lense was cracked. I looked back up at the guy, now able to see he was handsome in a Ryan-Reynolds-becomes-a-scary-lumberjack way. He commented about my understatement. "Nah, this is just a regular day for me," I said wryly. Maybe I was being too blasé, but I tended to treat everything as a joke in an attempt to lighten what was, in this case, dire and rather dismal situation. My thoughts strayed to my friends, and the boy at the library who might have been more than a friend one day. I'd been too frightened to make a serious move on him, and I suddenly regretted it deeply. I wondered where they were. The buff, tattooed guy asked if I was all right. No, I wasn't particularly all right, not that I'd let a stranger know that. "Yeah, I'm good. Just need to find out how to stand up without the world spinning. My name's Tanner, by the way. Devon Tanner." I cringed. "And I don't usually introduce myself like James Bond. Just call me Dev,” I amended, shrugging awkwardly.

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