Glorious Escapism Roleplay

Toutaku

[Angela von Stromburg smiled widely as she looked down the scope of her Mosin Nagant Sniper Rifle at the small mercenary outpost half a mile ahead. She brushed her chocolate brown hair out of the way and pulled back the lock to load a round into the chamber.

This was going to be FUN.]
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"Victims, aren't we all?"

Lottie · Guest

This. Is completely ridiculous. Anna Alerious thought to herself as she sat with her back up against a cold, rough wall. She rubbed her aching legs and sighed as she peered precariously around the edge of her cover.
Seeing no-one she cautiously crept around the side of the blockade and made her way to a beaten in door on the opposite side of the room she was in.
Anna stifled a snigger as she mulled over the word 'room'. You could hardly call this dingy, fallen in shell a room, but although it had barely any roof, it did have walls, which served as a good shelter against the raging wind outside.

Nudging the door open with her foot, she stuck her head out quickly, only to be pushed back in by the howling wind that blew the door shut again.
Coughing loudly as she attempted to get her breath back, Anna realised what a racket she must've been making, as the sound of footsteps echoed from outside the door.
Shit... [/i]

Toutaku · Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 5:29 pm Post subject:

[Angela was born in Germany, but her father was Russian. Nikolai Ivanovitch Cocolova was a Spetznaz sniper who had taken a German lover, Agnes von Stromburg.

Angela was the product of their affair, and she had been trained more or less from borth to be a soldier, by a man who knew nuclear war was coming.

In the height of the cold war, Kruschev was toppled by the Breschnev faction, and war began in 1964. Now it was 1977, and the 28-year old woman was orphaned, highly trained, and eager to prove herself to the spirit of her father.

Squeezing the trigger, she laughed quietly as the head of the man she was aiming at exploded in a bright red splash. She would punish those that took her life, and she would enjoy every second.]
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"Victims, aren't we all?"

Lottie · Guest

Anna's whole body stiffened as the footsteps became louder, and clearer.
She knew full well that if any body were to open the door she was crouching beside, they would see her instantly.
Bracing herself, she gently retrieved a pistol from her belt holster and stroked the trigger, holding the barrel against her cheek as if to calm herself.
As the footsteps stopped at the door, Anna held her breath, and waited.
She watched the handle of the door turn, her eyes eager to see her foe. Her fingers poised to pull the trigger.

The door swung open...

Toutaku · Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 5:56 pm Post subject:

[Shoving some snow into her mouth to stop her breath from showing, Angela stood, and ran to adifferent position. Within a minute and a half, she was set up, and had loaded her next cartridge.

Taking aim, she readied her sights at another soldier.]
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"Victims, aren't we all?"

Lottie · Guest

A young boy wearing a black trench coat, a navy bobble hat pulled down right over his eyes appeared at the door.
His stance was shifty and as he peered in through the door, Anna spotted a pistol not unlike her own in his right hand.
Anna acted quickly, standing up and shooting him right between the eyes.
She turned his face upwards with the toe of her boot as she sighed.
He was a mere boy. No older than 17. And he had died, just for trying to survive.
'Shit..' Anna thought to herself, as she replaced her pistol into her holster.

Toutaku · Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 6:16 pm Post subject:

[Angela sighed as she rested against the tree stump she was hiding behind. Doing this every day was tiring. Walking back to her humvee, she climbed inside and began to drive to the nearest trading town.]
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"Victims, aren't we all?"

Lottie · Guest

Leaning back against the broken doorframe, Anna lit a cigarette with a match, and inhaled deeply.
"I can't believe this bullshit..." Anna muttered as she finished off her cigarette and flicked the still smoking butt across the room.
Leaning her head out of the door that the boy's body now held open, Anna took a good look around, before running to the next house along, ripping open the door and throwing herself behind a large bookcase on the inside of the derelict house.