The Republic: A Player-Driven RP

[Fraught]

"Sander. Sander's my name," he replied, as his left arm slided out of his sleeve.
"It hurts badly all the time, I honestly couldn't know if you were the cause of any additional pain," he joked, smiling. Looking towards the French door that lead to the balcony, he saw the sunrise. It was still early, as the pain had woken him up. He atleast tried to drain some happiness from the fact that he hadn't slept away half the day.

 

[CounterAttack]

Natasha gently continued her work, pulling Sander's shirt off over his head. She smiled a little at the joke, but her expression turned serious when she cautiously pulled the fabric away from his right shoulder. Now that she could get a closer look, the metal object looked similar to a bullet-shaped dart, with what appeared to be the base of a short hypodermic needle at its tip. She had to work Sander's shirt up and over the dart before she could get it off him completely.

"I've never seen anything like this before," she murmured. "This... dart... looks like it's injected you with something."

 

[Fraught]

"Hmph, injected...you...s-say?"
Sander tried to touch it, grabbing it with his right hand, approaching it ever so slowly. Upon touch, he grabbed it. Surprisingly, it didn't seem like the dart itself was hurting him. Removing it was painful, especially as the crooked position of his hand slid the dart on his skin around the wound and the inside, but Sander was so used to it. So many times had he been injured, or had to remove objects of hurt from others.

So distant felt the memory, but hard to ward away were the instincts. Survival had been the key to his whole life, and through it, he learnt to bare through great pain. As he removed the projectile, so quickly that Natasha wasn't able to react, he was sure; it was the injected serum that inflicted the pain upon him. It was something so great even he couldn't bear.

As he threw the dart onto the floor, he lay down on the bed, feeling the warmth of the bed he had been in a short while ago.
"I..it still hurts."

 

[CounterAttack]

Natasha opened the first-aid kit she had brought over and started rifling through it, looking for a mild painkiller to ease Sander's obvious suffering. She pulled out a small box of pills and got up. "I'll get you a glass of water for these," she said as she crossed to Sander's kitchen sink and half-filled a glass.

"I've got a mild painkiller here, which should take away some of the pain you're feeling." She set the glass down and gently slid a hand under Sander's back to help him sit up.

Spoiler: OOC

I know nothing about painkillers, so if you could help me out on that one, that would be good.

 

[Fraught]

Spoiler: OOC

I know nothing of painkillers, too, and while I like to research whatever I want to talk about in whatever I write, the topic of painkillers has too many scientific names for me to understand much of it. Let's just pretend that neither of our characters know anything about them, too.

Feeling a pushing force on his back, Sander tried to sit up. The pain seemed to be going away extremely slowly, but atleast it was. As his eyes saw the glass, he looked at Natasha. Taking the pills from her, he grabbed the glass, and ingested all of the painkillers, quickly gulping up all of the water, as some of them seemed to go down his throat only with much effort.

He tried to stand up, but quickly landed back on his bed. He didn't feel exhausted, but the pain seemed to be a bit worse when he was active.
"I'll just...wait for a short while before I make my move," he said, looking back at Natasha.
"You said something about acting. I'm guessing that," he continued. "I'm guessing that it must be pretty hard to find a job as actress, no?"

 

[CounterAttack]

"Yes, being here is a waste of my talent, as far as I know," Natasha said with a small smile. "The film and theatre industries are practically non-existent in the Republic, so I make do with my collection of Shakespeare. You wouldn't happen to know anyone who could help me start up a theatre company, would you?" she asked, half-jokingly, as she tucked a lock of hair behind her left ear.

 

[Fraught]

"Nah, I really don't. I'm pretty new in town," he said, smiling.
"What did you do before you came to The Republic?" he asked, curious of how the woman got into The Republic, intent on getting there in time.

 

[CounterAttack]

"That's a long story," Natasha answered, her face dead serious. She turned around to face Sander and looked straight into his eyes as she said, "All I want to tell you, or anyone else for that matter, is that I... took a boat from Spain and trekked through the desert alone until I found the Republic. There are too many horrible memories of that journey. I still have nightmares, Sander."

 

[Fraught]

Sander looked at Natasha, feeling sorry for the woman's fate, as suddenly his own journey came to his mind.
"That's..I'm sorry..it must have been a horrible fate," he said, looking out once again. "Hey, I feel like writing something, and no offense, but I usually like to be alone. Care to come for a coffee sometime later?"

Spoiler: OOC

Okay, guys, sorry, I went to Sweden and to Finland, and am here now, so I may not have much chance to come here. I'll be back home tomorrow night, so then I can come back on. And, also, to Sparrow, as I know that players'll get other chapters later, then I was intending this chapter to be more like build-up. Set up a threat, meet another player character, 'ts all.

 

[CounterAttack]

"Sure, why not," Natasha said with a smile, her memories briefly forgotten. "Shall I invite myself round in a few hours? Or you could come to my place, it's just across the street." She got up and packed up the first-aid kit. "Do you want me to leave a couple of painkillers here for you?" she asked, unsure how long they could last.

 

[Fraught]

"Oh, yes. I'd be delighted to see your living place," Sander said, a wide smile on his face.
"Yeah, it'd be nice if you left some. The pain's already decreasing, but hey, you never know."

 

[CounterAttack]

"Feel free to come over whenever you're done working," Natasha said. She pulled out two of the painkillers and put them on Sander's bedside table. "I don't know how long they last, but give it a few hours. They're not permanent, of course, so if your shoulder starts hurting again they'll have worn off."

She picked up the metal dart off the floor and put it on a bench. "Best not to leave that lying around. Maybe we should take it in to the authorities later." She made her way to the door, turned and quickly waved. "See you later, then," she said as she headed out the door.

 

[Fraught]

"That dart?" Sander asked himself quietly as soon as the woman left. He set his head on his pillow, promptly sitting up, and walking up to a rather nice-looking table, grabbing a pile of paper sheets from the drawer. Next to it all he looked at his computer, which he knew would one day get all what was dwelling on his mind, which he'd commit to paper.

"That metal dart, Natasha, I would like to examine more, and keep," he said. "Plus, it's what gave me inspiration," the man said, fixing his wrist on the paper, as it now moved fast, but elegantly across the paper.

The End of Chapter 2

Spoiler: OOC

So, I'll end my chapter here. Give someone else a chance to do whatever they want and explore their character more. I figured I had gone on with this long enough, and probably bored you all to tears.

So here it is, a chance!

 

[Sparrow]

Hood waited outside the man's house, watching as the woman left. He didn't want to interfere, instead choosing simply to observe. The man was no fighter, he held no ties with the Adept. Drawing Sander into his world would be far too dangerous, for the both of them.

End of Chapter 2: Next Chapter GM - Sage42

Spoiler: Yeah, so...

I figured it'd be a lot less messy if I just tied each chapter together with some filler. And yeah, Sage is up next!

Remember to PM the people you want in your chapter, Sage.

 

[sage42]

Okay seeing as I'm at school right now so, sadly my OP will have to wait until about 1:30 and it's 7:51 here right now.once I get home I'll let every one know whos in and who isn't.

 

[sage42]

Sally hung up her uniform in her locker at Legionnaire HQ She looked at her calender just to make sure as she grabbed the small gift in her locker. "Yup, not that I'd forget." She said to herself chuckling "See ya later Jacob." She said to the large man before heading out towards Lin's house with the gift under her arm. She opened the door when she got to her mother's house and was surprised to see the lights out. "Hmm not like her to leave the lights off, maybe she's a sleep." She said to her self as she walked upstairs. Once Sally saw the empty bed and the empty closet, she began to worry. "Lin!" She called dropping the present, the small locket with a picture of the two of them laughing together falling out as the lid popped off. She got to the kitchen and found a note on the table.

It read
Sally;

I'm sorry to leave so suddenly. By the time you read this, it will be my birthday, but something came up and I had to leave the Republic. Please don't freak out and try to follow me, you know I can take care of my self. You have to stay and defend the Adept, the more protection for him the better. It's the night of when Hood caused that incident in the square. I won't be coming home remember I love you and you have to stay and....

The rest was illegible becuase of the tears. Why would she leave? She preomised when she retired a year ago that she would stay within the city for the rest of her life and stay safe. she thought wiping her eyes. "No I have to find her." She said running out of the house and strait towards the Adepts home.

Two Legionnaires stopped her at the gate "What business do you have with the Adept?" One asked in a gruff voice. "Shut up Frank and let me in." She said angrily as the both got out of her way. She rushed in and pounded on the door. Please hurry! She thought.

Okay Not exactly the perfect OP but hey not bad for my first one.

 

[Fraught]

Spoiler: OOC

Hood waited outside the man's house, watching as the woman left. He didn't want to interfere, instead choosing simply to observe. The man was no fighter, he held no ties with the Adept. Drawing Sander into his world would be far too dangerous, for the both of them.

Woah, dude. Thinking back on what happened to Sander, and coupling that with the word Adept, you've given me a great idea! A great idea pertaining to Sander's storyline, which could, potentially, affect the whole Republic. But that'll have to wait for the right time. But still, thanks for the inspiration.

Also, Sage42, you sure got me pumped. I'm curious to who this Lin is, and why she left.

 

[TheSentinel]

Jacob began work same as always. The City is practically a utopia, or at least it would be if not for the wanderer criminals that always seem to pop up. But, sometimes... sometimes Jacob misses life on the outside. The freedom. The excitement of living on the run. The constant traveling. Not to mention the perks of lawlessness. But, all that was behind him. He knows well and full he should be dead, but the Adept showed him mercy, and, more importantly, pity. He was given a second chance. And he was not going to waste it.

He was on his way to the Legionnaire HQ, when he noticed a fellow Legionnaire at the gates of the Adepts building. It was Sally. She seemed distraught and in a rush. She ran past the guards at the gate and began pounding at the door. Feeling a strange urge to help, Jacob approached her.

"Need some help, Sally?"

 

[sage42]

"You could say that." she said pounding o the door again. "I don't know if you know, but I came here when I was thirteen. My family was killed by bandits and I was next. But before they could do it, a group of Legionnaires saved me, their commander was the women who took me in. Her name's Lin Reynolds and she's missing. C'mon open up!" She yelled as she pounded again tears almost in her eyes.

 

[TheSentinel]

"Lin Reynolds? I've heard of her. What do you mean by 'missing?' The city isn't that big, although..."

Jacob came to a realization, and he realized why Sally was so distraught.

"She left the City, didn't she?"