forum //There's Nothing Left for us Here// OPEN GROUP RP

Started July 18, 2022 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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Zander steps away from Jesse and over the man on the ground, picking up the gun she had kicked away from him. Looking back to him, he now lays lifeless beside his partner, blood staining the ground. If she weren't so used to this, she would pity him. But her face stays emotionless as well as Jesse's
She shakes the blood off of the gun, removing a small handkerchief from her pocket and wiping the rest off. She's decided to clean it when they got home but for now she sticks it in the hem of her pants before turning back around to Jesse.
"Okay. My bad" she says with a nod. "what else did you need to get?" Zander asks her, opening the large metal door and holding it open.
Jesse steps through it "im getting paid a little extra to get one of the animals here" she says, walking down the hallway, holstering her own gun and rolling up the wad of papers she took out of the desk and handing them to Zander, not liking the texture.
"You mean a rabid dog?" she asks as she takes the papers "no. lets just go" she replies, shaking her head as she walks by Jesse's side, the clacking sound of her heels echoing through the hallway, bouncing off the cement walls. Normally a sound like that would annoy Jesse but being with Zander as long as she has, she's gotten used to it.
"If you do not like it, take the papers and i meet you at home." Jesse states, turning down the corner.
"ill stay. You like my company" Zander teases, elbowing her side.
"i don't say that" Jesse retorts, her english failing slightly. Zander, being fluent, pushes it aside, knowing what she means. "if i went off only the things you tell me i wouldn't know you at all" she says, turning around the corner with Jesse.
Both of their ears still ring from the gunshots and their heads ached. Though neither of them talked about it, Zander wondered if they kept doing things like this if they would suffer from hearing loss. She, being the type to worry more about Jesse than herself, resists the urge to ask her about it. Instead they open the door that leads into the main area where Jesse had come from.
The two large dogs were now latched onto each others necks, blood and fine dirt stain their coats as they fight. Their growls coming deep from their throats and their whimpers are overpowered by the noises of the crowd around them.
Zander forces herself to look away as the crowd yells at the dogs and each other, cheering them on. She was far more affected by it than Jesse was, but then again, this wasn't Zanders profession, it was hers. Sadly enough, it was obvious Jesse had become desensitized to things like this, and just about everything else in the world that would make any other normal person want to off themselves.
They stick to the wall, the women carefully making their way through the crowd, more eyes on Zander than she's used to. It wasn't often a put together woman showed up to these kind of things, if women at all. She felt like she was in a jail cell with fifty men and she was the only woman. Which she basically was.
Though Jesse acted as a sort of safety blanket for Zander, knowing she wouldn't let anything happen to her.
She doesn't show this on her person though. Instead she holds herself with the utmost confidence and a perfect poker face to match. The most shed give is a glare to someone if they even looked like they wanted to approach her.

She looks up to Jesse as they walk "why isn't anyone asking about the gunshots? Any sane person would be leaving this joint" she asks. Jesse looks around before spotting the door on the other side, closer to the edge of entrance that led upstairs. "gunshots are common here. They do not care and if they are smart and don't want to get shot, they leave quietly or they act like they don't hear it." she explains to her as best as she can in english, opening the door and stepping through with Zander.
Jesse looks down yet another hallway and lets out a big sigh, irritated to say the least. "lets get this over with" she says.
The first thing you can hear when entering the room are the barks of about twenty or more different dogs. The whines and their long, untrimmed claws scratching as the cages and clinks against the metal.
The hallway leads them to a large room filled with cages throughout the whole room. Jesse stops along with Zander and they both take in a deep breath.
Zander blinks a few times, disgusted by the whole ordeal before looking to Jesse to see her reaction.
Jesse stays still, looking over the room at all of the beaten up dogs. Shivering in the cold as the basement offered no protection from the outsides weather.
She swallows hard and continues to walk, looking around to see if anybody was in here. Somebody should be guarding this place right?
Both of them knew she wouldn't be getting paid as much as she was for getting the dog if it didn't come with its challenges.

When Min-Hyuk leaves the room, Seo Hyeon turns to her mother, pursing her pink lips together. "im sorry" she says to Yoori in a soft whisper.
Yoori shakes her head "don't be." she shrugs "he doesn't know me so i don't expect him to want to stay. Im surprised he's stayed this long." she says while letting out a heavy sigh. "he must really care about you."
Seo Hyeon looks back to the doorway then to her mother. "im lucky to have him" she says, sitting up and stepping over to the other side of the bed where there was more room and sits down on it. "scooch over i wanna lay down to" Seo Hyeon teases. Her mother smiles and moves to the left side of the bed, allowing Seo Hyeon to lay down beside her.
Yoori leans her head on her daughter's chest as her daughter wraps her arms around her. They pull the blanket over themselves and listen to the steady beeping of the heart monitor and the hum of the oxygen machine, its repetitive soft clicks Seo Hyeon knew annoyed her brother. Though she's come to find it comforting. Sadly enough it reminded her of her mother and how nice it felt to be by her side.
She closes her eyes and lets her mind wander, trying her best not to mind Min-Hyuk, as this was a common thing.
Not for him to cry, but for him to leave the room to destress or cool down. She didn't know what it was, but she knew how easily his emotions can be overloaded. So he always needed an escape plan in any situation he was in. So he could take time to be by himself.
It's always freaked her out since they were kids, only because she was never able to help when they were little. Now she still doesn't understand it but she's learned how to help. Though it was always a challenge from everyone around him.
Ryuu, her boyfriend, used to say it was most likely some sort of sensory overload issue if it wasn't any of his other diagnosed "disabilities" as the doctors and psychiatrists called them. She smiles at the thought of Ryuu trying his best to always help her brother.
As if Yoori could read her thoughts, she speaks up just before Seo Hyeon's pulled into the dream world. "I haven't seen your man in a while. What happened to him huh? Did you guys break up?" she asks in a soft whisper.
Seo Hyeon scrunches her eyebrows and rests her chin on her mother's head, letting out a heavy sigh. "Momma" she starts out, not wanting to say anything.
"He passed away a few months ago…" she explains, now having done this a few other times.
Seo Hyeon didn't know why her mother only remembered specific things…like how to cook, what kinds of flowers were what, Seo Hyeon, or her late husband back in Korea. Yet she didn't remember her own son or Seo Hyeon's boyfriends death.
Why did she deserve to be remembered when her brother didn't? Why does she deserve to be remembered when Ryuu wasn't remembered? Even in death?
Yoori falls silent, her heart monitor speed picking up slightly. Seo Hyeon kisses the top of her mother's head, her hair full yet stringy with thin grey hairs. "it's okay…."
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Min-Hyuk blocks out any sounds around him while his face is shoved in his arms and knees, tears dripping off his hot cheeks and into his lap.
Though soon he decides to stand and get some fresh air. So he makes his way down the hallway towards the exit as they're on the first floor. He doesn't need to evade any people passing by as the few nurses that are on night shift stuck to the side and out of his way.
He turns to go outside into the parking lot, letting the automatic door close behind him after waving to the secretary at the front desk.
Min-Hyuk shoves his hands in the pockets of his read hoodie to grab out a pack of cigarettes' and a lighter.
Lighting it, he looks up into the sky as he watches the white clouds roll in, his poor eyesight not able to catch it as well anyone else. Though he refused to wear glasses nor would he wear contacts. He'd always say that it's his way of seeing the world. Though he made it up as an excuse so people would shut up about it.
He looks down from the sky and to the road in front of the hospital, then out a little further to see the blurred lights passing by on the highway as he puts the cigarette to his lips. He takes a deep breath in, letting the bitter smoke fill his lungs and warm his chest.
Exhaling, he watches the smoke fill the air around him, not bothering to wave it away. It makes his eyes water and sting a little but it calms his nerves more than anything else that he's tried. Maybe he wasn't on the right medication. He didn't know, nor did he care enough to find out. Min-Hyuk more preferred simple, temporary fixes instead of long ones. As he knew he wouldn't live much longer.

Through the smoke, Min-Hyuk sees flashing red and blue lights and panic rises in his chest. He freezes in place, looking blankly at what he quickly made out to be a police car.
"Shit" he curses before dropping the cigarette and bolting around the corner before the cops get out of the vehicle.
His pulse quickly rises and he feels it in his ears, the blood thumping in his head along with his heartbeat. He runs as fast as he can around the building, hoping to go around and come back into the hosptial. It would be much easily to evade anyone inside of a building. The trick was getting inside.
Soon he stops in front of a door to the back and a latter beside it. He quickly twists the handle to the door-or attempts to anyway. But finds himself jerked down to the cement.
"Min-Hyuk Youn. You're under arrest for the murder of Nathaniel Hayes. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can-and will be used against you in the court of law"

Name: Sinjoro, meaning "Gentleman" in Esperanto
Age: 9 (prime of adult life for a horse)
Gender/pronouns: Male, he/him (although he doesn't care, as long as you're nice)
Sexuality: Probably straight? (Lucky has never bothered to check)
Shipping: Umm, no. Absolutely not. Unless we add more horses, but [shrug] why?
Appearance: Sinjoro is a big Anglo-Arabian, a common French horse breed known for their speed, endurance, jumping, and long military tradition. He's got black fur over most of his body, with a white patch on his head, and a big white patch across his chest and stomach; Lukas named him "Gentleman" because he looks like he's wearing a tuxedo. He weighs roughly 1100lbs/500kg and stands 17.5 hands/70in/178cm tall at the shoulder (he's a Big Boi), making him a little taller than Lucky. Lucky keeps Sinjoro's tail and mane neat, but usually leaves them unbraided and un-styled. Sinjoro can typically be found in a black English saddle, with black saddlebags, and a blue Western-style bridle. Lukas went with black in order to keep the tuxedo look, because why not?

Personality: Sinjoro largely reflects Lucky's personality. He is gentle and laid-back, but has a feisty streak when challenged. Lukas has been kind to him, so he's extremely gentle with people and very patient. His strength and endurance have allowed him to go on most of Lucky's adventures with him. He's an outgoing horse, but will only really trust a person if he sees Lukas trust them first. He likes sugar cubes, apples, carrots, and absolutely loves plums, for some reason. He's a generally stable horse (ha), but he does spook easy in tense situations, mostly because he's trying to protect Lucky. He's gained a lot of empathy for a horse, mostly from Lukas talking to him about literally everything gong on in his life.

Backstory: One of Lucky's Scout projects as a kid was to volunteer at a local horse farm in rural France. He got to help with the birthing of a foal, but the foal was sick. The farmer assigned Lucky to help him nurse it to health, and the boy and the foal bonded so deeply, the farmer sold Lucky the foal. Not for money, but for the promise that Lucky would treat him right. Lucky has honored that promise every day, and Sinjoro has had an easy life as a result. Lucky rode regularly, trained him for local races and jumping competitions, and eventually started taking him on long camping trips up in the Pyrenees Mountains. Sinjoro came back from his early sickness and grew very large for his breed. Lucky has always packed light, and used the gentlest gear available. This made Sinjoro a strong, well-adjusted horse. However, Sinjoro has watched Lucky go through some incredibly difficult things, and has been there as an emotional support the whole time. When Lucky's dad died, and Lucky decided to go to the States for a while, Sinjoro came with him. The long voyage on the livestock transport was worth it to feel Lucky's happiness on the open plains of Wyoming. He has also done his best to comfort his grieving owner in the quiet moments.

Vera was roller blading through the streets, on and off the sidewalk. She had a helmet on her head but no knee pads or shoulder pads.
She was grinning as she sped down the sidewalk as fast as she could without stumbling over herself and falling on her face.
"WOOOHOOO!" She cheered to herself as she gave a sharp turn around the corner of the street. She hadn't thought about how people were probably sleeping and how she was being too loud for the sleeping people.
Though being one that dosent sleep much it didn't occur to her that others actually slept when they were supposed too.
She swerved in and out between traffic cones, grinning as she used a ramp to jump over some wet cement and landed on her feet.
She couldn't be enjoying her night more, well she could think of other things that would make it more enjoyable, like having her siblings with her…but that wasn't an option for her. It would still be a long time until the judges and CPS would think she was capable of being a good care taker. She just had hold on until then.
She slowed to a stop and just went on a even pace, going for a casual stroll. She was still deep and thought and started to get sad on how she missed her siblings..

(Here's the new guy replacing Kohen)

Name: Ryland Tallulah Beck
Nickname: Tallu
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race: Human, German/American

Appearance: Has somewhat hooded eyes, the shape being round and downturned. His eyes are something between blue and green, the ring outside of the iris a darker blue than the lighter shade mixing with the green. Ryland's nose is small and slightly curved, almost bordering on straight but not quite. There is a small bump somewhere along the bridge of his nose, giving it a somewhat wavy form, but nothing too noticeable. He has small bow-shaped lips, his bottom and upper lips about the same size. The shape of his face is square, with a noticeable jawline, but soft enough to make his face seem full.
Ryland's hair is straight and black, parted down the middle and he usually does nothing to it except brush it out in the morning and fluff it up some. He's never once dyed it and gets it cut regularly in a short boy cut, some parts of his hair falling at the sides of his face.
His skin is a white medium color, not really fair, but also not exactly tanned, more on the ivory or beige side. Ryland weighs 136 lbs, standing at 5'7", he has an ectomorph body type, being very boxy and thin, but not alarmingly underweight, still has some fat to him.
(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c8/54/5a/c8545a7afd6fa5d7bcb8ad6dafcd47db.jpg)

Clothes: Likes wearing oversized sweaters and slim-fitted jeans, normal t-shirts, but never long sleeves, even in the winter. Wears your typical converse shoes and vans, nothing too fancy just the basics.

Personality: Is a giant people pleaser, especially towards people he latches onto. It doesn't take much to get on his good side. You could do the bare minimum and he'd be all over you. Since he was a pretty lonely child growing up despite having a loving family, he takes any love he can get from anywhere. This isn't his parent's fault or even his sibling's fault, it's just what he was dealt with as a kid growing up. He also doesn't wait for love to fall into his lap, he goes after people who have shown even the slightest interest in him. Aside from being "pathetic" as Tamryn calls it, for going after him all the time, he's a pretty outgoing person who loves to party and include others in things. He tries his best to be happy and keep the mood light. He's very upbeat and kind to a fault. People take advantage of him all the time since he doesn't have any boundaries and gives and gives until he runs out. Ryland doesn't cry often despite the circumstances he finds himself in, he tries his best to be strong and take anything that comes his way. Though everyone has a breaking point, Ryland just hasn't reached his yet. When he is in one of his lower moods he's much quieter and does anything anyone tells him to just so they can leave him alone. He confides too quickly in people to the point where he wonders why they seemed so turned off by him.

Background: Ryland was born to parents who were never married and split shortly after he was born. He never got to know his father as he left when Ryland was three. He has an older sister and brother, both taking on a job unknown to Ryland as he was not allowed to know, and to this day he still doesn't know. They were never at home and when they did come back, they were beaten up and drained. Despite this, they all did a good job of keeping up with each other, making sure they had a good support system.
They used to be really close even though their jobs took out a large portion of their time together. Because of this Ryland has mostly kept to himself in recent years so as to not bother them. He knows that his siblings will be there for him if he needs them, but he wants to be able to live without depending on them all the time. Even though Ryland had loving siblings and a loving mother, he still felt very alone as a kid because his mother would be at work and his siblings at what they called a "special school" which excused their absences when they didn't come home some days. Ryland also attended school, but it was a normal public school. He grew up lonely in daycares and at home by himself most of the time as sometimes his mother didn't have the means to pay off someone to look after him.

Right now he's living in an apartment by himself which he struggles to pay every month. Ryland goes to school but doesn't work, just finding small jobs here and there to pay for the rent and bills, sometimes not even being able to buy food. It's troubling since he usually invites his "friends" out to eat a lot with the little money he's supposed to keep to get by. But his people-pleaser nature feels the need to be seen in good light with his friends even if they are just using Ryland.

Other:

(if Nyx's characters are in new Jersey you can place them there or somewhere around there as well? Bc that's on the other side of the country haha. Also, where in Wyoming would you like Vera to be? If you dont wanna be specific about towns or if you dont wanna figure it out, you can just tell me how far away youd like to be from the blast and the radiation etc.)

Honestly just place my Vera where David's characters are, and same with Thomas for others characters lol.

Tamryn flipped through the papers which were his assignments as he walked down the dark hallway of the school, the only light being given off by some lit rooms where few students stayed behind to study.
It was very late but some students decided to stay at school till it was seven am, doing their work. He stopped, looking into one of the rooms, there was a kid sitting and reading a book with his earbuds in. Occasionally he would write down something and then flip a page. Tamryn had done that once, stayed at school, studied for a bit, but had fallen asleep writing down his notes. It wasn't until it was well past seven am and a new class was beginning to take place that he had been woken up by a teacher. After that day he swore to never do that again. He had missed work because of it and in return had gotten in trouble.
Tamryn tore his eyes away and kept walking, bringing his backpack under his arm to shove his papers into. It was always partially zipped and he never used both straps which annoyed some because at any given moment all his stuff could fall out. He was never one to be organized and could care less if anything got messed up.
Tamryn made his way down the stairs and pushed open the door out into the cold night.
He let out a sigh, he had an hour to kill before he went to his job. Tamryn started down the street. Usually, he would go home and sleep right away, but something told him he should keep himself awake until it was ready to go to work. After all, if he went to sleep now he would wake up pissed and even more tired than how he felt now. It was better to get something to wake him up, like those little potions they sold in gas stations that gave you energy for five hours, energy shots. Yes, those. He needed one of those.
As he was deep into thought, he felt someone bump him at the hip, he turned to yell at the person who had bumped into him but stopped when he saw Ryland and his huge grin. Great.
"One drink" Was all he said, not even bothering to say a simple hi. "Doesn't even have to be alcoholic, just like soda or something" He offered.
"You're persistent. I've already told you, one, I'm straight, and not to mention I have work in a bit so I don't have time to go places with you" Tamryn explained.
"What? You're gonna go home and do your homework?" Ryland asked.
"No, but I'm sure as hell not spending my time with you" He let out a small laugh as if making fun of Ryland, though he said this, he was definitely starving and wouldn't mind going out somewhere with Ryland, but he wanted to see how far he could push this to get Ryland to leave him alone without making him too upset.
Ryland however was not offended and simply kept up with Tamryn. He was quiet for a second, before chiming up again.
"How about breakfast? I'll pay" He said cheerfully, if there was anything he was good at was getting others to accompany him to things if he offered to pay, it's how he lured others into spending time with him.
"Do you even have any money? You told me you don't even work so how are you going to pay?" Tamryn asked.
"I have money," Ryland said smiling but didn't elaborate where he was getting it from. Tamryn looked at him suspiciously. Ryland didn't work so what was he doing to get money? Whatever it was, he didn't want someone paying with money they had gotten in dirty ways.
"No thanks, I'll pass," Tamryn said stopping at a street light and waiting for it to change.
Ryland's smile faded a little, but never completely. He stood silently beside Tamryn. He was a little bummed out that Tamryn didn't want to go get something with him, he never did. He had been nice to him before when he had beat up the kids who were picking on him. Ryland didn't know the reason why Tamryn had done it, but he had done it nonetheless and no one had ever done something that kind for him before. Tamryn in actuality, hadn't done it for Ryland, the people who had been picking on Ryland had also been the ones that were messing with him since he seemed like a loner and had no one. So he went to give them a piece of his mind, which worked like a charm. Tamryn had done other small things for Ryland though, it was usually to make up for the fact that he had made Ryland really upset. He would do things like walk home with him when Ryland asked and tell him happy birthday when it was his birthday and buying him a bracelet. It had made Ryland incredibly happy and he wore it every day. It made Ryland like Tamryn even more even though these things were minor. The bar was really low for him.

Ryland got a little closer to Tamryn, still not saying anything.
"Why do you do that? Stop getting so close to me."
Truth was, Ryland wanted someone to hold him, it had been a while and he was touch starved, it felt lonely being used all the time. Yeah, that's right. He knew he was being used for his money and other benefits but what else was he supposed to do? No one really wanted to ever hang out with him or even be around him.
"How much do I have to give you for you to eat out with me?" He asked softly, a strained smile on his face. It was hard keeping up the happiness when he got rejected by the person he liked. Tamryn was the closest thing he had to a true friend and all he wanted to do was talk and eat and have fun. He wanted a real connection with someone.
"About 5k, something you don't have," Tamryn said seriously, but joking at the same time.
Ryland took his phone out. If he did a lot of small jobs here and there, he could save up enough to give to Tamryn, but it would take months and he wanted to do things with Tamryn much sooner. If….let's say he stopped paying his apartment, he would end up on the streets, but surely he could figure something out? Or he could open a credit card and take out a loan, then pay if off slowly.
Tamryn narrowed his eyes when Ryland fell silent as if he were actually considering it.
"You're an idiot. This is why no one wants to be friends with you, you're too desperate. So much so to the point where you'll do anything anyone asks you just to get a bit of human contact. Stop it." Tamryn scolded.
Seeing the look on Ryland's face, like he was going to cry, yet that stupid smile still on his face, made Tamryn unreasonably angry. It made him feel like a bad person like he had done something to Ryland, and he wasn't. He wasn't a bad person.
"Cry and I'll cut all contact with you." Tamryn threatened, giving him a death glare. Ryland squeezed his phone and looked away.
"I'll eat with you. But I'm choosing the place" Tamryn said, at last, to which Ryland snapped his attention back to Tamryn, eyes wide. What had he done to get Tamryn to change his mind? Did he convey enough how much he wanted to hang out with him? Or was he being nice again?
Thing was, Tamryn liked feeling wanted, he had never been put first, it was always God that was put first by his parents and family. They never put him first or thought of him or even invited him to things. He felt loved yes, but he wasn't a priority, he was put second. So having someone be so infatuated with him made him feel like he mattered just a little bit. And he wanted to keep that. Tamryn didn't know this but even if he treated Ryland like trash and didn't consider him a friend, he was stuck with him, and he had already grown to like him a lot.
If he had to eat out with Ryland to keep him around then he would definitely do that, he didn't want to lose the only person who made him feel good about himself. Because it had almost happened once. Ryland leaving. The trick was to give out just a little bit to keep them hooked, enough kindness to make them like you and stay but not too much so that they kept doing things for you, going above and beyond to get that little bit of kindness in return again. This seemed especially true with Ryland. No fool would keep up this game, but Ryland liked him too much at this point, so he didn't mind.

i didn't do a proof read of this, so please excuse the bad writing if there is any.

Jesse and Zander continue to walk down the hall, their guns now out. They hold them down towards the ground with both hands, loaded and ready to shoot if need be.
The girls hear voices, about four in the other room, though they could never be too sure.
“Theyre in the next room. Let’s find the dog and go.” Jesse states, her eyes stay near where the voices are coming from.
Zanders' eyes, on the other hand scan across the room, focusing near the back. Where little light touched and where the air turned colder than it already was. The dogs were quieter back there, which made Zander’s chest heavy as they head over there.
Making sure to be as quiet as possible, the women reach the last row of metal cages. The cages numbered and categorized by letters and numbers, the last row being row G, numbered one through ten.
Jesse looks down to the number written on her hand. Number nine.
“Nine. Let’s go” she says, walking down the narrow pathway, looking at the dogs in the cage, growling at the two. Soon they stop at one of the last cages in the row, set in a far corner.
Inside stood a large brindle patterned, looking to be the size slightly bigger than a mastiff but resembling a large pitbull. It’s cage was far too small for it, but that only made him look bigger than she thought. She knew what breed he most likely was, but didn’t say anything just yet, not wanting Zander to freak out any more.
She takes in a deep breath, Zander shaking her head. “No Jesse. They didn’t say anything about its size did they?” she asks
Jesse lets out a scratchy sigh “no they didnt. But job is a job” she says, pulling a thick metal chain out of her pocket before bending down to the cage, looking at Zander then to the dog. She slips a flashlight and shines it on the dog. He was beautiful to say the least. His orange eyes shone back at her and his sharp teeth shone white as his lips pulled back, low growls coming deep from his throat. Zander pulls out her gun, pointing it at the dog but not daring to shoot. Not unless Jesse told her to.
“They dont put locks on these things?” Zander grumbles, upset about the whole situation. Jesse only shrugs, her flashlight set on the ground and the chain in her other, free hand.
The dog already had a metal pronged collar, the “spikes” ' going inwards towards the dogs throat. Which sadly, worked in Jesse’s favor.
She pulls the latch up, lifting the cage door and swinging it open, quickly stepping back.
As soon as the cage door opens, the dog lunges out and at Jesse, it’s teeth bared and it’s eyes locked onto her. She was ready, but not as ready as she thought she was.
Her heart races, thumping against her chest as well as Zanders. She didn’t want to shoot the dog but if it was the dog or Jesse, she would choose Jesse any day. Though she would choose Jesse over anything any day. No questions asked. And even though Jesse didn’t ask for it, Zander would stay by her side for as long as she’s alive.

The dog jumps at Jesse, aiming for her leg first. She steps back, though kicking the dog with her steel toed boots in the face. The dog falls back, whimpering loudly. Though he quickly gets back up, shaking it off and growling at her, still on all fours.
She keeps the chain in her hand, ready to latch it onto the collar, but she didn’t exactly plan this whole thing out.
How would she get it out of here? Maybe she could use it’s aggression to her advantage and get out through the back, pushing through the crowd. Though it would draw too much attention. The opposite of what she wanted.
This time, Jesse stumbles back as the dog leaped at her, knocking her to the ground. “I got it!” She says quickly to Zander so she doesn't shoot. Though it takes every ounce of self control for Zander not to.
She puts her forearm up in front of her face as the dog tries to bite down on her. Instead of letting it bite her arm, she turns her arm towards it’s gaping jaws and shoves her fist down its throat as hard as she can. Zander keeps her gun on the dog, but takes the chain from Jesse and snaps it on the dogs collar as it focuses on ripping her face off.
As the dog pulls back, its throat tightens before gagging, pulling it’s mouth away from Jesse. Zander twists the collar of the dog, closing the metal around its throat but not enough to make it pass out. She didn’t want to hurt it when she didn’t need to.
Jesse quickly jumps to her feet, looking down at her wet arm, saliva and blood now covering her arm. Not minding too much, having dealt with much worse.
The dog heaves, coughing as it tries to throw up, and eventually doing so. They both step aside as the giant animal throws up the contents of its stomach.
Zander resists gagging, trying not to look away in case the dog attacks again. Though it doesn’t seem like it does.
(i would write more but theres alot so-small time skip)
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Eventually, Jesse and Zander are able to get outside and into the area she parked her truck.
It was a dark black truck with large tired and a large bed. Inside of the bed, a large metal cage sat inside.
Jesse holds the unconscious dog over both of her shoulders like a long potato sack, breathing steadily and carefully.
As Zander unlocks and opens the cage, she carefully sets the dog inside, making the truck shift a little on the uneven ground. Once the cage was secure on the truck and shut, she pushes the tailgate up and rounds the truck, hopping in and starting it. She pulls back out, leaning her left arm out of the window as she looks behind to make sure she wouldn't ram into anything.
After about a thirty minutes out, Jesse pulls into a trailer park, where she has an RV parked near the back and a heavily fenced in back yard nearby as well.
Somewhere along the way, the dog in the truck woke up but it stays heavily sedated and sleepy, laying down in the back. Jesse turns off the car as its parked in front of the RV and turning to Zander, who was now leaning against the window, asleep. Jesse sighs, opening the door and rounding the vehicle to Zander’s side.
She opens the door, letting Zander jerk awake as she begins to fall, though Jesse catching her just in case she hurt herself. She looks up to Jesse “what was that for?” she asks, frustrated.
Jesse chuckles, “Did you want me to wake you up like princess?” she asks jokingly, leaning forward and puckering her lips to Zander.
Zander rolls her eyes, placing a kiss on Jesse’s lips as she leans into the doorway. “Id be worried if you did” she says with a laugh, kissing her again, her hand running up to Jesse’s hair.
Jesse takes a deep breath in as she kisses Zander back, her other hand on her hip as she pulls her out of the car. Though the dog in the back rolls over in the cage, tipping the truck to the side just a little, causing both of the women to look towards the bed of the truck, letting out a sigh simultaneously.
“Lets get inside” Zander says, her arms now wrapped around the back of her neck. Jesse rolls her eyes “fine.” she says, pulling her carefully the rest of the way out of the truck, hands on her waist. “Ill get the dog. You can go inside” Jesse says, letting go of her and stepping away.
“Fine fine” she says, both of her hands falling to her sides “be careful please” she says, taking her hand and giving it a soft squeeze before heading inside.

Soon, Jesse’s able to get the drowsy dog into the fenced in backyard, chaining it up to a tree that stood inside of it. Now tied up securely, Jesse steps inside of the large trailer. In the backroom, Zander slips off her blazer and heels, kicking them to the side before falling onto the bed and pulling the sheets over herself.
Jesse changes quickly and heads into the restroom. She pulls out the small drawer and pulls out one of Zander’s makeup wipe, then going into the bedroom and sitting on the edge of the bed.
Rolling over, Zander looks up to Jesse “whatchya got there?” she asks, sitting up. Jesse turns to her, holding the cloth out to her. In which she only leans forward “you do it. Im too tired Jesse”
She sighs, “i hate doing it” she says as she places a hand on the side of Zanders face and trying her best to wipe the makeup off of her face. The black eyeliner and mascara smearing a little on her face and Jesse does a rather bad job of making matters better.
Zander laughs a little “you forgot something babe” she says, opening her eyes, now covered in black smudges. She nods “right” she says, reaching up and pulling off her false lashes, setting them on the nightstand before returning to wiping the makeup off of her face.
Running the damp cloth along her black lips, Zander puckers her lips once again “im not kissing you with that smeared everywhere”
She huffs “what? You dont love me?” Zander asks, crossing her arms. Jesse sets a kiss on her forehead before setting the makeup wipe on her head “sure”
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Min-Hyuk is jerked up from the ground and walked towards the police cars up front. He lets out a cough as he’s shoved into the backseat, a hand on his head as he ducks down.
The door slams shut and he flinches, the cuffs pressing onto his wrists behind him as he leans back in the seat. The car starts after the officers get inside the vehicle, pulling out of the hospital driveway and heading down to the police station.
What was he going to tell his sister?
How was he going to tell her?
When would he be able to tell her?
Will he ever see her again?
Of course he was. RIght? He wasn’t going to be immediately arrested. He still needed to go to court and be questioned and-and…..
Min-Hyuk couldn’t think straight. He could barely think at all.
His cheeks were hot as well as his eyes, the tears not falling down his face anymore but it still stung as if they were. He pulls his legs up to the edge of the seat and sets his chin on his knees, then his forehead now looking down to his lap.
After what felt like forever, they pull up to the police station and he’s taken in. He hangs his head low and doesn’t look up, not caring where he was being taken anymore.
He was brought into a room for his picture to be taken, a small board with his information was handed to him. He stood in front of a camera and is told to look up. It’s hard to show his face but he slowly raises his chin and looks at the camera. A bright light flashes in his eyes before he turns to the left, and then to the right, flinching every time the light flashes at him.
Next, he’s brought into a room where his finger prints will be taken. His thumb first is pressed onto an inkpad by one of the officers and then onto a paper. This is done with all of his fingers before he’s sat down to be searched.
First they check around his head, in his mouth, ears, and in his hair. Next they stand him up and pat him down before strip searching him.
After confiscating his belongings and any potential weapons he carried, he’s given a change of clothes. Next a health check.
He’s sat down in a small office with a smaller lady, a large officer standing beside the door.
“Min-Hyuk? Im gonna ask you a few questions hun. Alrighty?” The lady sits in her chair with a clipboard and a pencil. He nods.
“Okie dokie, perfect. Now, it says here that you’ve been diagnosed with a number of things. Im gonna read them off to you and id like you to tell me if one, if these are correct with a simple yes or no answer, and two, if you’re currently taking any medication for these. Can you do that for me?” she asks, swiping a piece of brown hair out of her face.
He nods.
“Okay first is schizophrenia and paranoia disorder. You were diagnosed at the age of fifteen. Is this correct?”
He nods.
“It says here you were prescribed medication for this. Have you ever taken them?”
He shakes his head.
“Okay” she takes in a deep breath “bipolar disorder, anxiety, and depression and post traumatic stress disorder, also known as PTSD. All of these things you were diagnosed at the age of fourteen?”
He nods.
“You've been prescribed medication for these as well. Have you taken them?”
He nods.
“Oh?”
“I did.” he states quietly. His voice is low and scratchy, some would call it weak.
“When did you stop taking them?” she asks
“It was too much money. I couldn’t afford them”
“Thank you for telling me why. But may i ask when?” she asks again.
“My friend…..he was…” he looks away, eyes swelling up with tears. “He payed for the medication because we couldn’t. He’s dead now though” he says bluntly with a shrug.
The nurse raises her brows, though they soon turn into a furrow. “Im sorry…for your loss. When did he pass?”
“I don't know” Min-Hyuk lies.
“Okay…. Im going to take your blood and run a few tests. This is called a health check. Are you familiar with what this is?” she asks
Min-Hyuk nods. “Yes ma’am” he says quietly, blinking away his tears. “Do whatever you want. I won’t murder you dont worry” he states.

After his blood is taken and multiple tests have been run, he’s taken down a hall in the back and placed in a holding cell. Where he’s sat down and locked up until he’s questioned.

Name: Valerie green
Gender:female
Sexuality:bisexual
Appearance:Valerie has long brown hair she usually keeps it up in a neat bun when she's at work, she is a very fit person she has a light tan and has bright green eyes her face shape is more of an inverted triangle while she has a button noes and soft almond eyes
Personality: she is a very hard working person some would say she's all work and no play but she loves to spend time with her daughter lexie and alex
Backstory: she's a doctor at a hospital in Elisabeth new Jersey she was working late one night when a 23 year old female was rushed into the ER that was when she met alex Valerie was married at the time before her husband was killed in a car crash ever since then alex and Valerie have been inseparable