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"-̭̫̜̩̪̑̈́̓̌̐-̞͓̘̩͖̿́͒͑͘░͙͈̥̦̼̌̊̒̾̅░̨̢̠͙̖̉͊̽͌͝░̫͔͎̤̘̀̑͋͛̾ȩ̨̬̙͛̐̋̀̕͜m̻̬͈̠͒̌͌̍͌͜ ̡̲͈̙̼̽̾͆̊̃f̖̟͉̲̪̈́̾̀̂̀ą̢̯̘̙́̇͑̈̋i̪̱̙̘̟͌́̄̊͘ļ̢̛̲͕̣͐̎̿͛u͕̣̥̘̳̓̃͗͠͝r͉̠̗͖̰̉̅͗̚͘ę̛̺̥̝̘̄͑̌̈́.̣̫͕̰̭̓͂̈́̓͊ ̟̗͔̟͋̿̒̚̚ͅA̠̫̬̼̣̒̇͛́̊l̫̬͎̤͈͑̀͂̐̆ë̡̧̝̺͖́̍̂͂͝r͙͍̱̫͕̆͊̾͐̕ţ͙̻̣̝͒́̄̈́͆!͕̫͓͉̹̌̍̽̂̓ ̧̛̲͎͖̳̌̆̾̏░͖̲̞̼̹̇̄̌̈́̊░̡͍͎͍̘̇̈́̕͝░̪͚̼̦̃̋͊̆͜͠è̛̞̬͙̠̖̊͌̂m͖̝̟̗̣̽̄̐̚͠ ̛̹̯͈̮̼̈́͊͌͠f̧̰̖͋̊̈̊̑͜͜ą̨͚͎̹̀̎̑͋́i̞̬͓̭̳̎́̓͘͠l̢͈̲͇͕̈́̆̐̌̈́ư̰̞͚̻̺̔͑̓̑ṛ͎̯͚̇̔̾̔̏͜ę̛̻̼̭͊͆̕͜͝.̯̖̫̣͔̔̋̔̽͠ ̺̼̟̲͌́͒̔̅ͅĄ̹̝̖̺̂̇̽̒͊ĺ̛̺̰̰̤͎̾͗͝e̛̗̭̻͕̹̓̔͆̆r̢̛͙͖̘̻̈̚̚͘t̰̲̠̖̻̉͂̆̓̇!̬̞̟͉̺̂͆̊͑͐"

You awaken to godawful static overlaying a female voice that's too monotone to be anything but a recording. The static makes it difficult to understand the warning, but it's clearly a warning if your surroundings tell you anything...

You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash.

You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable.

Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go.

"W̞͓̝͓̓̀̍̒͘͜ȃ̢̗̪̤͇̔̃̚͝░̟͙̯̳̱̈͂̈́̈́͠n̬̘̬̤̠͛̅̈́͋͝i͓̟͈͎͙̐̆̈́̔̓n̡̟̤̟̤̑͐͋͐̚g̩̱͖͉̻͌͛̈͆̈́!̧̪̰͇̦̓̂̆̌͝ ̢͔̣̠̗̾̉́̌̒C̢̥̟͍͊͊͑̀̚ͅr̛͙̪̙̟͐̽̓̅͜i̫͖̻̣̘̽̑͂̾̎t̩͇̦̬̞͊̌̑̈́͝i̡̳̠̞̐̿̍̎̀͜c̡͕͙͕͕̓̊̌̾͘å̼̯͍̙̲̍̏̚͝l̢̥͉̮̙̋̆͐̆́ ̢̰̞͕̯̋̈́̈́̋͌f͇͔̟̻̈̽͌̒̉ͅa̳̰̠͉͔͒̑̈̈͘i̟̭̦̺͎̍̾̽̈́̐░͕̣̥̭͛̿̓̽̐ͅ░̰̪̠͇͍̆͛̀͝͝░̘̱̩̳̘͆̈́̆̀̚e̛̻͈̳̳̺̊̔̚̕.͙̟̳̼̾̀̅͊͊ͅ"

With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry.

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If my character was injured prior to their canon point - will these injuries have been tended, or will they still be fresh? Glenn had a bullet graze and was in a bit of a scuffle...

Edited 2016-02-05 18:03 (UTC)

He scowls, indignant as he gets up finally. His back flares up with pain and he winces sharply. "I'm not afraid! And there's no only to crashing, I don't even know how I got on this thing!"

Finn nods reluctantly, his head throbbing from impact at the movement. He's so tired, he realizes, and a little help can't hurt.

"Yeah, alright." A pause. "Is there any water out there? I'm parched."

This is something we're allowing to be up to the character unless it's life threatening, so if you'd like him to be patched up, he may be, if you'd like him to be bleeding and injured with no hint of care, that's also fine.

Hope this helps!

Thank you <3 Now, to make up my mind. XD

Newt had been awake for a while, he'd met a shape-shifter - supposedly - he'd helped Tommy with his injury and he was heading back to get them a few more things from the dropship that he'd seen. Food, water - god, he was such a hoarder when it came to water since being in the Scorch. If he had his way he'd never be so dehydrated his lips were cracking, and his throat was so dry it hurt to breathe. Here? it looked like the people didn't want them to dehydrate.

He was just picking up a jug of water when he heard a shout Maggie! It startled him - making him jump a little, spinning around to peer at the Asian making all the racket. "Buggin' calm down, you're gonna give us all a headache." The guy didn't look that old, but Newt wasn't that great at guesstimating ages, all he was used to was the Glade with the other boys his a little over his age and younger. "Breathe and tell me what this Maggie of yours looks like?" Newt didn't really trust adults, but he had a weakness for Asians and still this guy looked young.

"We'll see if we can find her, if ya quit the yellin'. Four eyes, better than two, right?" The once runner squinted, holding the forgotten jug of water to his own chest, pressing a large bag of trail-mix between it.

[ As he should. ]

Is exactly what you're being right now and I'm gonna stop helpin' ya if you don't start giving me some good answers.

[ His hand falls to his side, limp, as he recalls the Maze experiment. Remembering waking up with no memories and a fake name impressed in his mind, like someone broke in, stole everything and in one final act of defiance - spray painted 'Newt' on the wall in big red letters to mock him. He'd never know what he was before, who he was before. The Creators were sure of that. WCKD took everything from him and now they were trying to take his life as well.

He's hesitant to answer, knowing what happened last time someone found out they were WCKD's property. Doesn't matter now, they were waging war on the damn corporation, right? ]

It was -- [ Hell. ] a test. Run by Wicked. It was a giant maze, the walls moved at night, and... [ The grievers... The ones that killed so many people he knew. ] It was bloody awful.

[ That doesn't explain much, he knows, but he doesn't know this girl... ] What is Tomorrowland? Is that the place free of infection - for immunes?

He felt himself getting pulled in to Daryl a few minutes later, a grin on his face despite the sudden flash of pain creeping through his nerves. They'd patched him up - whoever had taken them from Alexandria - but they'd not done anything to prevent him from feeling the effects of his injuries. He was glad they weren't worse. Still, the sound he let out at the contact with Daryl was one that signaled joy.

The older man's words had him nodding his head after a moment; eyes surveying exactly what Daryl was pointing out to him. Giving him the facts of the matter, even while he hoped that the one he was told to leave for the time would be alright. Glenn gave another glance to the unconscious man; licking his lips as tension rode through him for a second. "No one's turned?" Because there was no evidence of it, that he could see. There wasn't any half-eaten people, just the unconscious and the gone. Then, he wasn't sure how long some of the dead had been thus; still, Daryl wasn't in a rush to make certain. That told him a lot. He let his gaze move from the one he'd freed to Daryl, knowing he wouldn't lead him wrong. His eyes locked on to his friend's gaze.

"Have you seen anyone else? Maggie, Rick, Carl, Michonne? Carol?" So many other names he wanted to list; but he was certain that Daryl would tell him if he'd come across any of those they both cared for. There were a lot of other questions which wanted to flood from him, but he kept to basics so he wouldn't go in to panic mode. That wouldn't serve either of them well. As he'd asked, he'd been holding on to Daryl's arm; glad for the contact that steadied him. Glenn was thrown more for a loop than he really wanted to let on.

"Took care of the dead 'fore they could," Daryl dropped his hand from Glenn's shoulder and to the length of twisted metal caked with dried blood that he'd stuck in one of the otherwise empty knife sheaths he still had. He'd been left with everything on him except his weapons. Same as Glenn was. Probably. Daryl didn't know what all Glenn had on him when he was taken, but if it was around the same time as him, then at least one knife and his gun. Maybe more.

"You're the first of us I've seen," he continued, this time his hand patted his friend on the stomach as he turned to lead the way out. "Found a few others I think could be ours, though. Good people, smart. Ain't been through what we have, but they're capable."

He ducked under the strut, then held the sparking wires out of the way as best he could with one arm so Glenn could follow, "Already grabbed a few backpacks from them that didn't make it. Keep yours on you, we can stuff extra shit that don't fit on the sled in it."

Because he wanted to see her; had to know if she'd made it there - he was calling for her again. Not that it might do any good, but it felt wrong not to seek her, if she could be found. He wasn't one to give up. I'm a glass half-full kinda guy. That was still something he could say - without any sarcasm at times; even if it was getting considerably more difficult as time went by.

When he was told to calm down by a voice he didn't know, he glanced at the youth with some irritation - but it didn't last long. Instead, he took a breath and looked the seeming kid over. Asking him to describe Maggie, of all things. He could dribble out all the romantic things which lay in his heart, but that wasn't the point of such a question; the guy would want solid truths, not the pictures that love painted in his soul.

"She's about as tall as me; brown hair that's straight and comes to her shoulders. She's got green eyes, and a hell of a smile. Thin, athletic build. She might be calling out for some dumbass named Glenn." He couldn't help the smirk then, knowing she'd be trying to track him down, too. If she were here. What if she wasn't? Where would she be then? Back in Alexandria? Some other place, maybe where he might never find her? No, he couldn't let that enter in his thoughts. He would find her. He would.

If the Glader noticed the agitation, it was ignored, looked past in an attempt to bridge past nerves and suspicion. They didn't know each other, and he sure as hell wasn't acting like WCKD, so he must have been in the same boat as Newt and Thomas. Right, Thomas, was out there waiting for him, well, he could wait longer, as long as the shucky looking shank didn't get it in his head to wander off without Newt. Though, he doubted it, with the way Tommy watched him retreat back into the ship, looking like he was itching to accompany him.

The English teenager nodded slowly, dark brown eyes unblinking for a long moment before he wet his lips. "Glenn, that's you?" It's a logical conclusion, if he's hollering for her and describing her with a 'hell of a smile' he had to be her boyfriend or something. "Okay, if she's here, we'll find her. I haven't seen anyone matchin' that description and I've been awake for a while." Newt hesitated, unsure if he should tell this guy that people were heading out towards the thick of the forest, leaving this place behind to explore... No, that would probably freak him out - he'd save it in case they couldn't find Maggie and Glenn started freaking out again.

"Hey, greenie, how about ya get the torch out of your backpack and we can check the people that guy hasn't pulled out of the ship yet." God, he hoped this Maggie wasn't one of the dead bodies laying around the ship, or left in the seat. With a small annoyed noise, Newt shrugged his backpack off onto one shoulder, letting it settle on one of the empty seats to shove the items he'd previously been holding into it before yanking out his own flashlight.

He gave a nod again, glad that someone had been forward thinking faster than he'd been. Then, Glenn was patting himself down; whoever had patched him up? They'd taken his weapons, too. Daryl's makeshift blade was something he'd have to copy when he got the chance to. "Shit." Was a soft curse, but it didn't carry far or long. Their situation was growing more and more perplexing; still, he followed Daryl after the pat on the stomach came. Listening to the other man as he spoke; trying to get his bearings as he trailed after Daryl and ducked under the lifted wires when they reached them. Glancing around at the space they were in; taking everything in the best that he could.

He'd already slung the backpack he'd picked up over his shoulder, not needing to be told twice on that. So, none of their family had been found yet - outside of the two of them, but if Daryl found people he already thought well of? That was a good sign; another silver lining along the cloud they found themselves under. "Does anyone know what exactly all of this is about, how we got here? Speculations, at least? I don't remember anything..." Not after sitting next to Nicholas, still wondering if he should just end the man.

[Eric hadn't expected to find himself waking up strapped into a vessel of some kind, especially not when he couldn't even remember having boarded the damn thing. All he knew was that his senses were wrought with panic and unfamiliarity and he was rather sturdily and painfully secured against a wall. Oh... and there was death on the air.

For a moment he thought he'd been in a car crash which would really make the most sense, but even that seems quite hazy. All he knows is that he needs to get out of this seat now regardless of his limited knowledge of what was going on.

In the dim light he tries to take everything in, locating the buckle for his seatbelt and releasing the mechanism, its at this stage he realizes that he's actually surrounded by other people, taking in their waves of confusion and realizing that he's not alone in all of this. He spots backpacks under most of the seats and reaches below his own, snagging the strap of it and hauling it up over a shoulder before making his way to the door, the only source of natural light. He turns to a stranger seated near the door, clearing his throat.]

Are you coming? I don't feel that we should remain in here for too long... [Which was Eric's way of saying: I don't trust the metallic coffin please come with me, I don't want to be alone.]

[Clint listens to the run down, even going as far as to chance a couple of glances in the direction of the ruins and the city. He mulls it all over before giving a slight nod and rolls his shoulders.]

Well. No reason I can't go with you. Even dizzy I can keep up better than anyone else here and there's no way in hell I'm letting anyone go alone.

[Even you, Bucky.]

[It's kind of strange how much calmer she seems already, how put together she is already. Most people would still at least have lingering bits of panic in the way they spoke and carried themselves but this girl?

There was something strange about her.]

If you're up for it. I know there's a few more people that need help getting out and the sooner they're out, the sooner we can plan our next move.

"Should be." Hopefully. He really didn't know for sure but someone had to of found something in the wreckage, right?

The archer steps closer again and slips an arm around Finn's waist so the younger man can lean against him.

"One step at a time alright?"

There's bound to be someone with medical knowledge, at least more than my basic field medic training can do.

[He attempts a grin but it's not as full of a one as he might usually give.]

Been better. Been worse. I'll survive until we get everyone else to safety, at the very least. You?

"No offense, lady, but I've been in these sorts of situations a few times before and the injured take priority before anything. That and finding someplace safe," Clint interjected as he stepped over the same power line she had. The look she'd given him reminded him a bit of Natasha and the sheer presence that she could give off when she wanted to even if it was for a much different reason than Padme.

And as strong of a look as it was in both cases, Clint had grown use to having to stay strong in the face of it.

"Once we get someplace safe, then we can do all the talking. But if this crash is a pretty messy one and it'll no doubt draw attention. We can't stay here."

She quickly assesses the situation and decides she might be coming across as mocking. She takes a step back and tries to not look so composed.

"I don't remember either. Neither do other people I've spoken to. We're not alone here, no matter how terrible it seems."

That does sound awful.

[She can't even begin to imagine what something like that is like. Even when her creator was cruel to her he never would've taken the time or the effort to put her through a maze with moving walls. Thinking about it makes her squirm.]

Tomorrowland is just a place. David Nix intended for it to be his version of a Utopian society, but like all good things it came to an end. There's no infection there, though. No one with the title of immunes, either. Or Wicked.

Are people sick where you're from?

[It took Stefan a few seconds to register the unfamiliar voice speaking to him. His lack of immediate response wasn't due to any sort of shell-shock following the bumpy ride turned crash landing that they'd just experienced. Honestly, he couldn't even remember much beyond waking up amidst the confusion to the unmistakably metallic smell of blood filling his senses. Apparently a good majority of the others who had been strapped in with them weren't so lucky to make it through the trip unscathed, and more than a few currently lay dead with any number of severed body parts strewn about the drop ship's interior compartment. Obviously this only added to the air of hysteria and chaos that seemed to grow by the minute as those who were still able continued to wake to the horrible realization that some crazy shit had just gone down.

But the distraction that the stranger provided was a good thing, and Stefan found himself focusing less on the blood and more on the man looking to make a hasty exit. He wouldn't have to ask twice, because Stefan knew that the longer he lingered here, the more intense he'd find the appeal of preying on the injured like he was doing them a favor. He doesn't hesitate to unfasten himself from his seat and reach for a bag of his own that had tumbled out from under one of the nearby seats only to end up next to his feet, before nodding in assent and making after the other man out the nearby door.]

[Steve doesn't let him get away. Just holds tighter and then he's buried in another hug. Steve, you're making a scene.]

Even if it wasn't, it's still me that haunts people. They see HYDRA's pet assassin, they don't see Sergeant Barnes. You see me because you know me. You know what isn't me. As far as they're all concerned, I'm a cold-blooded killer. [And that sort of terrifies him because when that distinction can't be made, who's left beneath it? He could see it in the way the Archer itched for a weapon upon recognition of the Winter Soldier.]

Buck watched the drift of Daryl's gaze and put together his hesitation. He could introduce them later. Whatever Daryl's been through, the guy's used to having nothing, he has a feeling.

"Twelve or thirteen? She's just a kid." Whoever sent them here had the gall to kidnap innocent children too? Survivalists and soldiers he could understand, but kids? His big brother instincts were flaring up. "She a run-away?" Not that he's hoping for that, but it's a better option than knowing she was snatched away from her parents and dropped in the middle of nowhere with potentially dangerous things lurking in the wilderness... that left a bad taste in his mouth.

I'm touched. [His expression lightens slightly, falling just short of playful.] If you've got a concussion, someone should keep an eye on you anyway.

The man I've been talking to suggested there's something pretty unpleasant in the forest. Somethin' from a horror flick if I understand him right. I gave my knife away, but we might wanna find you a weapon.

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