►ʟᴏɴᴅᴏɴ ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇ ɪs ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ...◀ { Semi Lit }

[Snow Eevee]

recap?))

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

(Everyone just woke up, there is literally only two posts)

[Snow Eevee]

ooh haha okidoke. I will post in a moment after I finish my movie))

[Lady Grifter]

Iris Harwell
{Ability: Cloaking, Status: Single, Weapons: Stolen Firearm,-}
Iris bit her lip taking in the full effect of the hologram's message as a finger of ice rippled down her spine causing her to shudder. Gone. Everyone she'd ever known and loved, or despised, were gone. Sadness flickered in her deep blue gaze for the breifest of moments before realization overtook her and the tall woman scrambled across the room to find her bag sitting neatly at the foot of a pod. A bag of worn-down brown corduroy and a folded pile of black leather greeted her. Drawn to the pile of leather, soon recognized as her coat, the fiery-haired young woman slipped it over her shoulders and knelt down to scoop the bag into her arms.

Pawing through its contents soon left her with two musty sketchbooks, a dried-out pen and a thin metal case. A Helen of Troy worthy smile graced her thin red lips as she pried the case open to produce a small handgun. A glock 22, something of a token from her past and childhood of run-ins with local law enforcement. If what was spoken was to be true, the previous owner wouldn't be around to miss it any longer. She tucked the small firearm into the crook of her belt, just barely hidden under her coat before turning around to analyze her surviving peers. Most looked just as disheveled as herself, or worse; all either in states of shock of immediately setting to searching for weapons.

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

(You all realize all the pods are in the same large room...)

[Lady Grifter]

(Pfft totally... *Slinks off to edit post*)

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

(Haha, It's okay. Mad did it too,from what I can tell.)

[Lady Grifter]

(Ah well, fixed ^.^)

[the timey thing]

{ Nah, they just where looking around the room, I just had them ignore everyone. >u<; }

[moo,]

"ι'м Elιzαвeтн, вυт cαll мe LoυLoυ"

†† where am i→ i don't know yet
†† why do i feel funny→ you're a dream manipulator

F*ck. Everything LouLou had had, was gone. Taken from her. What would she do now? The girl couldn't breath right. She was freaking out, being stuck in a tight-feeling place, all alone. It sent shudders of fear down her spine. "I'm all alone.. I'm all alone.." She thought out loud. Her breath quickened and her fears came true. She was freaking out, and had nothing to fix the problem. She had her pendant, but that wouldn't be able to get her out. She was stuck for the time being. Brown hair fell over her shoulders. After realizing she was hot, she felt something rubbery below her hands. She picked up a three-pound ball of of rubber bands. Nice. And in her boot, she remembered, there was a little bit of duct tape, just in case her boot broke again. But there was only three yards of it left. She'd started out with ten the week before. A scream escaped the girls lips. Fear had settled in, and she wanted to be heard, though she was quite unsure of herself. The actions she made could render her death, or save her. Whichever reaction it was, it would be better than the position she was in now.

{ Her eyes weren't adjusted quite yet either. She doesn't quite realize it either, because she's still in panic mode.}