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third person Danica had been riding her motorcycle for days with a goal to make it back to Boston. She'd been out west for a long time, helping as many people and 'wolves around the area she grew up in as she could, and now she was trying to get back to her acquaintances on the east coast. This is what her life was like, riding across country, helping as many groups of the Resistance as possible. The goddamn bloodsuckers were going to pay for all the pain they'd caused for so many people, for her and her family. Her gloved hand gripped the accelerator tightly as the bike sped up. Her head lowered a bit as her teeth clenched and she tried to think of other things. Of course, her mind went right back to her family, which pissed her off more. Most of them were dead now, except her and her brother, the coward. The bike sped up again. Her mind then went to the years of captivity she'd suffered. She couldn't remember all of it, a psychological phenomenon caused her brain to drop a good portion of her worst memories and there was no way in hell she was going to by hypnotized into remembering; no goddamn way. Her teeth clenched harder as her eyes narrowed. There went the bike again; the thing could go so fast! She let out a breath of air, relaxing herself a bit as the bike slowed down to a normal speed. Her head turned as she saw a few people on the side of the road. They didn't seem to be in any trouble, so she passed them, giving them a peace sign on her way by. It was just something she did, either with sincerity or to taunt people. It wasn't if she was right in the head anyway; with all the shit she'd been through, people probably thought she was taking everything quite well. Only Garrett new how fucked up she could really get. A small smile appeared on her face. Good ol' GareBear. She chuckled to herself as she passed a sign telling her she was almost to her second home. She lifted her head, letting the wind soothe her as she looked around with shaded eyes. Sunglasses weren't really necessary, except to keep things from flying into her eyes as she rode her motorcycle. Okay, maybe that did make them necessary. She sped up again, trying to get somewhere where she could be relatively safe in a short amount of time until she could contact some people. Pulling up in front of a bar, Dani smirked. Seemed as good a place as any. She turned off the engine and removed her keys before stepping off the bike and propping it up. She took her gloves off and ran a hand through her long hair before removing her sunglasses. After taking a step forward, she paused, undoing the front of her jean jacket to reveal her bikini top. She definitely played the part of a biker chick just fine. She walked into the bar and smirked. Time for a drink. (from here) Others: What Am I Doin' Here? - As Abigail Whistler (knifeof_sadness) Freedom and Chaos - As Ophelia Raines (not_a_prisoner) Complete Control - As Charlie Sheppard (imonthe_outside) Week One: Tuesday - As Svetlana Lazareva (russianmix) Passing The Time - As Cameron Quinn (cquinn) first person Date: June 9, 2007 Time: 11:30pm I woke up to find myself in a strangely familiar, yet unexpected place: an apartment building. Apparently it's called Silver Heights and it's located in Nottingham. I've never heard of either before. It's the weirdest thing. All of my clothes are here, along with my computer, iPod and some of my weapons. Only some though: my revolver loaded with silver rounds and my UV pistol. I also have my knife. The only thing I have of my bow is a fucking Polaroid. Someone is gonna pay for that. I don't know who the hell took it, but I will find them. I have no idea where Blade, King or Zoe are, and I'm more worried than I should be. I don't even know if the mission succeeded. All I know is, I'm in this strange place and what's weirder, there's a suitcase filled with some strange things. If it's all one of King's jokes, I will strangle him. But for some reason, I don't think he's behind this. I think I may go and explore, but I'll take this notebook with me in case I need to write stuff down. I need to figure out what the fuck is going on. --- Date: June 10, 2007 Time: 1:13am After looking around my room and subsequently a majority of the apartment building, I've come to a few conclusions. 1: I do in fact live here; I have a mailbox, an apartment, and I'm starting to remember things about the building itself. 2: I can't remember the last two-and-a-half years. I don't know what exactly has happened to me, and I haven't found any leads on the whereabouts of my bow, but I will. I didn't see anyone suspicious in the building though, nor did I really see anyone. I think someone is two doors down from me, I thought I heard someone in there. For now, I'm going to try and get some rest. I'm going to explore the other buildings in the city. For some reason, I know the names of them already. Maybe my memory will come back to me after some rest. (from here) Others: - If you need any more or different types, let me know.