forum Dystopian RP?

Started February 25, 2018 by @Oakie Dokie

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"K-Kodiak? Is that you?" Yuki shielded her face from them. "I don't deserve your help.", she said slowly, faintly.

"Yuki, you asshole. Yes you do. You fucking saved my life by killing the President. Now let me clean you up so we can get out of here." Kodiak hugged Yuki quickly and returned to his work, not accepting her response for an answer.

“Okay… Okay.” Rowan tried to steady her breathing, sniffling a few times before shakily following Kodiak’s orders.

"Now. I need to know what happened. Why did Yuki do this?"

“She killed the President and everything was crazy a-and she didn’t want to live anymore and I was dying to convince her to! She was already hurt and I only left her for a second to see if Armand had something to help around here, but…” Rowan’s voice caught in her throat.

It took Yuki a minute to process what everyone was saying. "An asshole? Gee, thanks Kodiak.", she said sarcastically. She wanted to say more, but she was too weak. Me, of all people, weak.

“Don’t speak, Yuki! You’re wasting energy. Everything’s gonna be fine. It has to be.” Rowan was doing her best to stay strong while cleaning up the blood.

"Hey, hey. Rowan, calm down. You did fine. Yuki, if you don't want me to call you an asshole, get it through your head that you need to live right now. For us. For the country. For Rowan. I don't know how else to get through to you without insulting you first. Now both of you, calm the hell down. We need to have a plan. We always need a plan."

“What do we do?! Everything’s chaos! Armand is missing and so is Petree and there’s no place that would be safe for us! I don’t even know what half of the beakers in here are filled with and the only one that could have helped broke. It’s my fault! I just… I got so scared.” Rowan wiped the tears off her face, giving a helpless look to Kodiak.

It took 2 seconds for Kodiak to lean across the hospital bed and embrace Rowan in a tight hug, rocking her side to side. "It's okay to be scared. We need to stick together now, though, so do you have any ideas?"

Rowan stayed silent for a moment, closing her eyes to let Kodiak comfort her. “No one is on this side of the base right now. If we can find an exit on this side, no one will try to stop us. Maybe we can get Armand’s wheely chair and roll Yuki out on that? I don’t know where we’d go though.” She hugged Kodiak back tightly before releasing him.

“I spent more time in here than either of you. I might be able to find something to heal Yuki. Try to stem the bleeding to buy me more time.” Rowan’s voice was raw and faint from screaming for help. She made her way back over to the shelves, sifting through glass vials with shaky, bloodstained hands.

"What country… a-are we in?", Yuki asked. If she weren't in the situation she was in, she might have worried that the others would think she was an idiot. Despite her lack of education from the years she missed while imprisoned, she still was intelligent. And besides, she made up for most of the education she missed.

"We're still in Querencia. Rowan, do you know where Armand's chair is? And then I was thinking we could chance things and go to my sister's house in Roxboro. It's not too far from here so long as we travel by night so we won't be seen." Kodiak slipped out of his ragged t-shirt and tied it tightly just above Yuki's wound (on the arm?? :P), exposing his scarred, bleeding chocolate-coloured flesh. "We'll also need to get me a shirt."

(Wound is on neck/collarbone and she cut out one of her eyes bc it was artificial)
"I don't—" Yuki started wheezing. "want to go. Don't deserve to go. I k-killed her." She had killed not only the president, but so many others. Even her own mother and brother were victim. They deserved it… but she was a murderer. Her mother had abandoned her, her brother betrayed them for the president, and yet she was worse of a person. Yuki looked at the scar she had made on her wrist almost a year ago… after she killed her mother. It was the symbol of Cain. The symbol of murder on her wrist. The scar would never go away, just like how she could never come clean.

"Yes, Yuki! You killed the President! Of course you deserve to go! Yuki, what you did was amazing and I can't even begin to thank you enough. By doing that, you saved not only my life but countless other people's lives as well! But we're not out of the valley yet, so we need to leave. Can you stand up?" Kodiak rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. Yuki was usually the strong one; how the hell could he be?

“Here’s the chair and the handcuffs Armand uses on patients. Get her to sit and stay.” She ordered, her voice quiet and shaky. “I’ll keep looking for something to heal Yuki. I know Armand kept something around here.” She mumbled, returning to the shelves, this time sifting through dried herbs.

“Here’s the chair and the handcuffs Armand uses on patients. Get her to sit and stay.” She ordered, her voice quiet and shaky. “I’ll keep looking for something to heal Yuki. I know Armand kept something around here.” She mumbled, returning to the shelves, this time sifting through dried herbs.

Kodiak nodded quickly and helped Yuki into the chair, cuffing her down in case she had any alternative ideas. "You comfortable, Yuki?"

Yuki shrugged in response. Maybe she had saved lives, but did it measure up to the amount killed by her? She reminded herself that the people killed were bad people. Bad people? No such thing. We are all evil in some way. It is human nature to be selfish, manipulative, brutal… then why were Rowan and Kodiack so kind to her? What about Carla or Apollo? Or when she sacrificed herself for them? People are unpredictable and mysterious.

(thats so deep my gay heart just broke)

Kodiak nodded and gave Yuki a smile and a thumbs up, trying desperately to hide the anxiety that was bubbling up inside him, overwhelmingly stronger by the second. "Rowan, you ready?"

(I gave Yuki a backstory.)
Yuki couldn't help, but to ask. "Why are you guys so nice!"

"What? You're my friend. You really can't expect me to just leave you behind. And don't you tell me I'm weak, I'd rather die saving your sorry ass then live while you're stuck being all depresso espresso in this hole." Kodiak wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and took a minute to find the right thing to say to her. "There's this thing called love, okay? The people who actually give a damn enough to love you won't care what it takes to get you back on your feet. They'll always be there. I will be here for you if it takes my last breath, and I'll be damned if Rowan doesn't feel the same."

(Great speech!)
That sounded familier. It was an explanation of the relation between her and the people she cared about, why they acted they way they did, and even her own motives. It was all laid out in words. She was speechless. "Thanks Kodiak.", was all she could say. "T-that was amazing"

Kodiak smiled softly and looked away, rubbing his eye with the back of his dirt-encrusted hand. "Thanks, I guess." (thanks i guess ::P)

Yuki did not like the feeling of being handcuffed. It felt like she was back in the torture camp. The wounds did no good either. She started to panic. "G-get me out!"