Commander Elyssa Shepard (commander_shep) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-03-05 04:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, shepard |
Who: Shepard
Where: Around
What: Taking in the changes in the city
When: After the darkness takes back over for the fifth day
Rating: TBD
Open: YUP!
Status: On going
The state of the island brought back too many bad memories. Sleep wasn't going to happen. Not any time soon. So she was currently living off of chems and coffee. Booze didn't even help settle her nerves. The place was too damn quiet. If she hadn't heard a few good squawks from the com she might have come to the conclusion that the harvester had paid their little island a visit. Wouldn't be new. When was people vanishing new? It seemed just when she got comfortable. When she started to care about more than just the passage of time. Poof. That life was gone and she had to scrape herself up and move forward. Start counting time again. Shepard had cut the city up in grids, and worked through street by street. On foot. She wasn't stupid about it either. She was suited up, the only thing she lacked was a helmet. Not that she needed them, but she wore three different guns on her back too. But again. She didn't want to play it stupid. She didn't make it out of the Reaper invasion by being stubbornly stupid. Her irises had a delicate lavender glow to them. An implant to help her deal with the darkest parts of the shadows. She only hoped she didn't seem formidable enough that anyone who needed help wouldn't approach using them, and strapped up to the nines. |