07-18-2018, 09:10 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Everything. Everything she had done was to please her father. Everything she had learned, had battled through had been to make him proud of her. To show her the attention, the love of a father that couldn't be replaced. She had never known her mother because to her own knowledge the woman had died. There was nothing there to teach her how to care, or how to nurture, to love and be rational. Perhaps that was why things had went so wrong with Agent York and it was doomed from the start because Carolina didn't know when to stop. She just didn't know when to stop. To let go of things that didn't matter and when the world around her started to break and crumble around her all she did was help it to break even faster. Tearing down walls that should have been security for her and letting in all her demons and her pain. Perhaps there was nothing more painful than what she had done to York, that day would haunt her forever. Seeing his face and knowing that she had destroyed him, his hopes, and his dreams. The team had been a family, for so long she had helped them, built them up and lead them as a cohesive unit.
But it all just shattered as soon as she came into the team. Her and that fucking leaderboard. It ruined everything and drove her to a breaking point, one that showed the worst side of her. The most irrational side of her and there was no going back to whom Carolina used to be. She didn't think it was possible anymore and with her soul and mind so steeped in vengeance there was no point because would she really want to be her old self again. The weakling she had been before wouldn't have been able to do what she was doing now. Wouldn't be able to kill like the machine that her father wanted. To never question anything and to believe that what she was doing was right. What she was doing was always right and rather it was to kill the Director or not she believed in her cause. The woman didn't understand why no one else understood her reasonings for doing what she did. Some said to open up but how could she went trusting someone could mean her death, when letting someone into her heart and her secrets could very well mean the end of her mission.
No, she couldn't die until she had sunk a bullet directly into that man's head. And rather he had his little pet with him mattered little to her. She'd fight on till her body couldn't move anymore and so she breathed, trained, and fought with little mind to who became collateral in her scheme. There was truth to vengeance when others said it was a dish best served cold and a cold heart was what beat in the ginger leopard's chest. Perhaps this would lead to her own death eventually and if that happened then she hoped someone else would take up her mission and kill him for her. For all of them. Their suffering, manipulation, their deaths shouldn't be in vein and she wouldn't allow for it to be. Not as long as she allowed breath to flow into her lungs in any form that was given to her. Currently she had been striving to take it easy as had been instructed to her by the silvery she-wolf. She still had not gotten her name but at least the soldier had some kind of inkling to at least heed her words. After all the last thing she wanted was to die from a stupid broken jaw. As embarrassing as that may be she wouldn't want something that silly to take her out. So she was taking her time to move herself around the observatory, a small measure of exercising.
But then a sudden light outside caught her attention and a sound that shook the very air with a heavy vibration that shook the observatory. At first she thought to ignore it but it sounded so much like an explosion that she had to go and check it out. After all shit happened around here so much that she had to be vigilant and at least make sure that these civilians had some sort of protection. Though she knew some of them could fight she still didn't think it was a enough so with heavy steps and a pain filled grimace the large wildcat existed the home outpost and made her way to the area. It took a while though and she was late to the scene but she had not expected to be a witness to what she was seeing right now. There was confusion in her bright colored eyes as she looked about the area. Something was wrong, there was screaming but only one voice. Washington. For a moment she was stunned before she moved forward with a flicker of concern in her gaze and yet as soon as the name left the muzzle of Church her head snapped up and she turned to look at whom he had spoken out to. Tex. Tex. That BITCH! Anger seared through her body, almost making her feel sick to her stomach and yet she lived off of her hate now. Lived off the pure rage that burned through her body.
It was because of her! She was the problem! She was the reason everything, everything that she had went to hell. Ragged breathing filled the air from the agent, jaws slightly parted as saliva dripped from large sharp teeth. Her eyes were wild and shaking in their sockets but all she could see was red. The world had fallen away and nothing mattered but to kill this lion before her. Destroy her like she had destroyed everything. Her body shook once, then twice before he moved without thinking. Without so much as a warning before a strange cry broke from her liquor stained lips. "YOU!" It was such an unholy noise really to leave the woman, filled with anger, malice. A shriek from the depths of her chest that radiated all of her pain. So hellish but Carolina didn't care. She couldn't care about anything right now as she rushed toward the woman. All pain from any of her injuries was forgotten and she'd come to regret that after this encounter. Her paws shifted her swiftly and suddenly to the side of the lion and she aimed to slam her paw up underneath her chin to force her head to jerk upward before she twisted herself as she slide behind her aiming to slam her claws into the woman's flank and tear deep gorges of flesh from her body. She hadn't noticed it but suddenly it was hard to breath but there was no thought processes in her anymore, only reflex. Move. Move. Keep moving. Inflict pain. Let them know. She didn't even realize the tears that were sliding down her face as she screamed in rage and aimed to try and pull the other's back legs out from underneath her to force her to fall to the ground before aiming to smash her thick claws into the back of her neck.
But it all just shattered as soon as she came into the team. Her and that fucking leaderboard. It ruined everything and drove her to a breaking point, one that showed the worst side of her. The most irrational side of her and there was no going back to whom Carolina used to be. She didn't think it was possible anymore and with her soul and mind so steeped in vengeance there was no point because would she really want to be her old self again. The weakling she had been before wouldn't have been able to do what she was doing now. Wouldn't be able to kill like the machine that her father wanted. To never question anything and to believe that what she was doing was right. What she was doing was always right and rather it was to kill the Director or not she believed in her cause. The woman didn't understand why no one else understood her reasonings for doing what she did. Some said to open up but how could she went trusting someone could mean her death, when letting someone into her heart and her secrets could very well mean the end of her mission.
No, she couldn't die until she had sunk a bullet directly into that man's head. And rather he had his little pet with him mattered little to her. She'd fight on till her body couldn't move anymore and so she breathed, trained, and fought with little mind to who became collateral in her scheme. There was truth to vengeance when others said it was a dish best served cold and a cold heart was what beat in the ginger leopard's chest. Perhaps this would lead to her own death eventually and if that happened then she hoped someone else would take up her mission and kill him for her. For all of them. Their suffering, manipulation, their deaths shouldn't be in vein and she wouldn't allow for it to be. Not as long as she allowed breath to flow into her lungs in any form that was given to her. Currently she had been striving to take it easy as had been instructed to her by the silvery she-wolf. She still had not gotten her name but at least the soldier had some kind of inkling to at least heed her words. After all the last thing she wanted was to die from a stupid broken jaw. As embarrassing as that may be she wouldn't want something that silly to take her out. So she was taking her time to move herself around the observatory, a small measure of exercising.
But then a sudden light outside caught her attention and a sound that shook the very air with a heavy vibration that shook the observatory. At first she thought to ignore it but it sounded so much like an explosion that she had to go and check it out. After all shit happened around here so much that she had to be vigilant and at least make sure that these civilians had some sort of protection. Though she knew some of them could fight she still didn't think it was a enough so with heavy steps and a pain filled grimace the large wildcat existed the home outpost and made her way to the area. It took a while though and she was late to the scene but she had not expected to be a witness to what she was seeing right now. There was confusion in her bright colored eyes as she looked about the area. Something was wrong, there was screaming but only one voice. Washington. For a moment she was stunned before she moved forward with a flicker of concern in her gaze and yet as soon as the name left the muzzle of Church her head snapped up and she turned to look at whom he had spoken out to. Tex. Tex. That BITCH! Anger seared through her body, almost making her feel sick to her stomach and yet she lived off of her hate now. Lived off the pure rage that burned through her body.
It was because of her! She was the problem! She was the reason everything, everything that she had went to hell. Ragged breathing filled the air from the agent, jaws slightly parted as saliva dripped from large sharp teeth. Her eyes were wild and shaking in their sockets but all she could see was red. The world had fallen away and nothing mattered but to kill this lion before her. Destroy her like she had destroyed everything. Her body shook once, then twice before he moved without thinking. Without so much as a warning before a strange cry broke from her liquor stained lips. "YOU!" It was such an unholy noise really to leave the woman, filled with anger, malice. A shriek from the depths of her chest that radiated all of her pain. So hellish but Carolina didn't care. She couldn't care about anything right now as she rushed toward the woman. All pain from any of her injuries was forgotten and she'd come to regret that after this encounter. Her paws shifted her swiftly and suddenly to the side of the lion and she aimed to slam her paw up underneath her chin to force her head to jerk upward before she twisted herself as she slide behind her aiming to slam her claws into the woman's flank and tear deep gorges of flesh from her body. She hadn't noticed it but suddenly it was hard to breath but there was no thought processes in her anymore, only reflex. Move. Move. Keep moving. Inflict pain. Let them know. She didn't even realize the tears that were sliding down her face as she screamed in rage and aimed to try and pull the other's back legs out from underneath her to force her to fall to the ground before aiming to smash her thick claws into the back of her neck.