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Post by Rapunzel on Dec 16, 2012 3:28:27 GMT -5
There was a light dusting of snow on the ground and it wasn't an overly cold morning when Rapunzel decided to visit the training grounds. It was her day off - a rare occurrence these days - and if she wasn't visiting the stables or hiding away in her room, she was here, brushing up on her skills with a dagger or otherwise trying to master some other weapon.
She shivered, never a fan of the cold. She'd neglected to put on a coat that morning, expecting to warm up once she got moving. In the meantime, the linen men's shirt and trousers did nothing for warmth.
The grounds were relatively empty, just how she liked it. There were a few stragglers at the sparring station, but Rapunzel never bothered to go anywhere she had to interact with people. There was a time when she was decent at hand-to-hand combat, but she'd become rusty. She headed over to a training dummy and started punching and kicking as she used to do, but it wasn't long before she was winded and had to sit and catch her breath.
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Post by Cherry Darling on Jan 2, 2013 22:14:14 GMT -5
To say that Cherry was pissed off would be the understatement of the century. In her world nothing short of an army of zombies were coming to kill her, she had recently lost her leg, and had only just regained her relationship with her ex. Ripped away from her lover Wray and dumped in the middle of a field in only God knew where alone with nothing but the heavy machine gun strapped where her leg was, Cherry was just about ready to kill something...or someone.
Limping with awkward gait she navigated the never-ending fields of grass growing more and more agitated as the day pressed on. Not a building, a gas station, a seven eleven....nothing! Not even some road where she could flag down some back ally hick. No all she wanted was a nice long massage, Wray to kindly bend her over the nearest table and to kill something... was that too terribly much to ask?
The sounds of someone grunting reached her ears and she turned. Clad in a barely legal black leather mini skirt. A red corset that left very little to the imagination and a solid black steel toed boot on her one remaining leg she headed in that general direction, she didn't care who it was or why they were here but she was damn sure that they were going to give her answers. What appeared to be some kind of training ground barely held her attention, her dark eyes sought the woman resting on the edge of the training grounds.
"Where the hell are we?" Not very tactful, but Cherry had no patience for casual conversation. She wanted answers and she wanted them now.
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Post by Rapunzel on Jan 3, 2013 2:17:30 GMT -5
It was a personal rule of Rapunzel's to mind her own business. She didn't like it when people tried to poke their noses into her life, so why would she do the same to someone else? Besides the fact that it would eventually lead to direct contact with said person and Rapunzel didn't really do contact anymore. The last person she remembered talking to was the bartender when she ordered a pint the previous week. Yet despite her very clear guidelines, she disobeyed.
She breathed out a heavy sigh as she sat down, wiping the sweat from her brow. She absently rubbed a spot on her arm that was sure to bruise when she heard a noise across the way and instinctively looked up. It was one of the stragglers, who'd knocked over a quiver of arrows, and she relaxed, but she didn't look down. If she had, she might not have noticed the strange woman who was suddenly heading her way. She could help the questions that suddenly filled her mind, wondering how this woman had lost her leg and why she was dressed - to be frank - in less clothing than any tramp Rapunzel had ever seen. And in the dead of winter, no less.
There was a moment when Rapunzel had the urge to tell the woman to leave her alone. While she admired the stranger's bluntness, she didn't appreciate the attitude. Still, the question needed to be answered sooner or later. She inwardly groaned as she realized she was getting involved in a matter that was no hers to deal with. Curse whoever it was bringing these people here! Why was it suddenly her job to help them find their way in this new land?
"The training grounds," she said simply, because she liked being difficult. And then, "In Aledon. Are you new in town?"
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Post by Cherry Darling on Jan 3, 2013 20:02:34 GMT -5
Cherry was not happy. The cold had seeped between her bones and had frozen her raw and where she last was not a speck of snow dusted the earth at any given time... only the corpses of diseased zombies and the occasional casualty... Cherry had stopped asking and started doing many weeks prior. Kill first ask later. Period. But she had been wandering this God-forsaken land for hours and not one undead asshole had darkened her vision... nor had her Wray.
At the short response, Cherry didn't so much as twitch, she knew the woman knew damn well what she meant and was merely seeking a reaction. Cherry was almost obliged to give it to her. The machine gun was fully loaded and while she carried no extra ammo it would almost be worth it to waste a few bullets to blow her brains across the pavement. Cherry refrained, clenching her fists at her side.
"What state?" The words were spat from her lips like the most vile of poisons and she forced herself to reign herself in and calm down. She needed to be decently civil if she wanted the woman to cooperate. Stepping closer so it didn't look so much like a standoff, her dark eyes were hard as she answered the woman's inquiry. "The last place I was in, was some backwater town in Texas... so if I'm new depends on where the hell Aledon is."
Cherry was tense, her abdominal muscles quivering in both the cold and in anxiety. She needed to escape this bastard of a blizzard and find something warmer... much warmer. In Texas she had been baking in what little she wore now, but here she had long since lost the feeling in her limbs and all she wanted was to get home. Damn the snow. Damn whatever had dragged her here and damn wherever the hell this so called Aledon was!
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Post by Rapunzel on Jan 5, 2013 11:44:10 GMT -5
Rapunzel rubbed her forehead idly as she listened to the woman go on. She could already feel a headache coming on, and it looked like she'd have another meeting with the bartender that night. There was very little she actually understood of what she was saying. She'd never heard of 'Texas' and evidently 'State' meant something other than what she knew it as. She decided not to bring up these issues, however, as the least amount of time she had to spend talking with this stranger was probably the best.
"Aledon is ... well, I'm not sure where it is, to be honest. I'm rather new here myself. But I'm certain we're no where near Texas." She sighed and stood, extending her hand to the stranger. "My name is Rapunzel. I'm sorry to be the one to have to tell you, but you've just been transported to a new world and I'm your welcoming party. Lucky you." She grinned at the stranger.
"Being the ... decent person that I am, allow me to offer my services as guide and take you around the city and get you a room at the inn. Or at least let me point you in the direction of the tailor so you can get yourself some more ... appropriate clothing for the weather." 'There goes a perfectly good day for training,' she thought. Hopefully the day wouldn't be a total waste, though. There was still a chance this stranger would turn her down.
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Post by Cherry Darling on Jan 5, 2013 16:24:07 GMT -5
It took quite a lot to derail Cherry. She had seen it all, done it all, heard far too many stories, and lived through too many things she shouldn't have. When she lost her leg, she cried, and then the next thing she knew her ever loving boyfriend was shouting at her to get her ass off the bed and get going before unceremoniously shoving a wooden stake into the hole where the prosthetic was supposed to have gone. Cherry had never loved him more. She had gotten over it fast and had even turned it into a weapon. She had killed who only knew how many zombies, she had survived a thousand groping hands and had somehow managed to keep the most amazing man she had ever been with all at the same time... however coming to a different realm and possibly never seeing Wray again... the color drained from her cheeks and she swayed uneasily on her legs.
The urge to vomit was almost overwhelming but she kept it down. She didn't want to be on some other world, she didn't care if it was perfectly safe and full of unicorns and rainbows. She would rather be running for her life with Wray than to be here without him. Panic flooded her veins but for the time being she pushed it down and away, stealing her nerves as she looked at the woman and approached her.
"My names Cherry... I would say it's a pleasure, but I think we would both agree we would rather be doing other things then adjusting my sorry ass to whatever hellhole this is." The sarcasm was a natural defense, she couldn't stop it if she tried, but she had a feeling it would probably make Rapunzel laugh before anything else. She seemed just as hard edged as she was.
"I appreciate your help all the same, you don't have to go out of your way for some stubborn bitch like me so thanks. Is there any way I can get home?" She knew the answer before the words of the question even formulated in her brain. Cherry was never lucky, she had the worst luck in the history of the human race... just ask Wray. She glanced down at her leg and almost let out a whine, if the practice arena was anything to go by... they didn't have guns here.
"I take it... wherever here is... guns haven't been invented yet?" Cherry's mind spun with possibilities, she would need to get some tools, fashion herself a new leg... a crossbow perhaps? There was no way in hell, she was not sticking a weapon in what remained in her leg.
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Post by Rapunzel on Jan 19, 2013 8:09:24 GMT -5
Despite her rules and her attitude towards people in general, Rapunzel couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl as she watched her reaction to the news. She was taking it a lot better than most she'd seen. At least there weren't any tears involved yet. She smirked at the girl's remark, beginning to like her more with every passing minute.
"True enough. I would much rather be sipping tea with the Queen, but I suppose you'll have to do for company instead." She grinned. "Honestly, I don't have anything better to do for now, and you're by far the most interesting person I've met in ... at least a week, so I'll fulfill my good deed for the day and help you out. No thanks necessary."
Rapunzel thought of how to answer Cherry's question - whether she should completely crush the girl's hopes of ever going home, or play into them. It was hard to say which would better motivate her to do something around the city and not just be another tourist, as some of the locals called them. Eventually she decided to try telling the truth - a foreign concept for someone like her.
"At the moment there's really no way to get back to our own worlds," she said carefully. "But a lot of people are working on it all the time, so you never know. As for guns..." Her eyes briefly flickered to Cherry's leg. She's seen guns like it before, on the new arrivals, though never used for that purpose. "There are cannons, and arquebusses - but nothing like that," she said, pointing to the leg. "And I must say, it's quite a, er, unique look
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Post by Cherry Darling on Jan 19, 2013 15:15:16 GMT -5
Cherry considered herself a fairly adaptable person. She tended to take a lot of things in stride, becoming a go-go dancer instead of a doctor... loosing a leg to a horde of angry zombies... watching the aforementioned zombies slowly take over the world... she grabbed her seemingly endless bout of courage and did her absolute best to not be a burden to the group she had been with, and with the added addition of the heavily armed machine gun... she had been everything but. Changing worlds however... that was something she didn't think she could take in stride and currently clawing at the seams trying to hold herself together.
"Tea with the Queen? From my personal experience the richer you are the more ill-mannered one is. I would take a round of shots and a keg of bear with some back country boys over tea with the Queen any day." Cherry had grown up doing less than favorable acts, never prostitution... but she was no stranger to killing or drugs... she had some standards at least. The girl spoke of no way to get home and that at least, Cherry accepted with a nod. Useless talent number thirty-seven... luck was never on her side.
"I figured as much. So basically I'm stuck her until some braniac nerd figures out how to build a machine to bend space and time... fantastic, knowing my luck, just about the time he will make a breakthrough his head will get blown apart by the same monstrosities that blew apart my bio-chemical engineer." She snorted... always the pessimist. She contemplated her next words carefully, a wicked grin curling the edge of her mouth as the woman examined her... well... special false limb.
"My world had an outbreak of a particularly nasty virus. It essentially made zombies but kept the victims mutating. Vicious boils filled with pus, oozing orifices... you have no idea how revolting they were. Three of them... took my leg and my fiance fashioned me this. Its a heavy artillery machine gun, capable of blasting hundreds of the damnable mutants in a matter of seconds." She figured there was no point in keeping her past a mystery, she saw no point in hiding the truth. She was, what she was and her past was no different, if someone asked she told them. It wasn't like she had been some top secret weapon or something idiotic like that.
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