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IMPOSSIBLE - private; PLAYERONE - rhosmari - 07-23-2018
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]The day was mild, sky clear and without a cloud in the sky and yet the freelancer felt sick to her stomach. Perhaps she was still reeling from coming back from the dead but she just didn’t feel good. Maybe it was the body she was currently in but she had been keeping to herself since the whole incident. Coming to terms with being alive again after death had claimed her was harder than she would have imagined really. Some would be ecstatic and maybe even jumping for joy to be alive again but she was the opposite. It would have given her rest but then again she hadn’t been exactly happy when she was dying and seeing the white tree. The white tree. It was something she couldn’t get out of her mind lately. Taking a deep breath the obsidian feline would get to her paws and make her way toward the lake. She remembers getting so angry that she killer a fish here when encountering the ‘Colonel’ from her haphazard appearance here. She hadn’t even eaten it. Just tossed it back on the lake. Deep imperial topaz eyes looked upon the waters before she slumped forward and stretched out, legs like limp noodles as she covered her face with her paws.
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Re: IMPOSSIBLE - private; PLAYERONE - Cosmic - 07-24-2018
I was really happy to have Carolina back, but at the same time I was a little confused. I didn't know if my brain was fucking with me yet again, or that was just how things worked. People usually didn't come back to life on a whim, it was usually due to some odd circumstances. Like a virus. And those cases were always Just Bad. You never wanted to encounter those. Just... trust me.
I was abnormally cautious lately, especially with all the new Freelancers and the attacks. And all these... new faces. There was a flood of them. No pun intended. I wasn't one to really trust others right off the bat, but there was that occasion. Those odd, rare occasions where my gut told me I could trust someone, and if there's one thing I've learned over the years, it's that your gut is almost always correct.
I padded over to where the black serval sat, making sure I didn't startle her as I sat down. I hadn't talked too much with her, but she seemed very reasonable and someone I could get along with. Maybe I could help the Freelancers. Wash did call her 'Boss', after all. Did that mean that she technically led them, or was it some kind of respect gesture? I didn't know.
"Carolina..." It was almost a whisper, as I lifted my head to look up at her. I was concerned about her. She and Washington didn't seem all too well mentally. Like they could use someone to talk to.
"You okay? You... look like you could use a shoulder to lean on. If you know what I mean." I offered, voice soft and non-hostile, full of sincerity. I hoped she wouldn't shut me down immediately and not talk to me. Sometimes, we all needed to vent. And today, I was in a good enough frame of mind to listen and help.