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“Looking for something? Someone, maybe?”

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#isolatedxripley #[ alright lets TEST these waters ]#v: alien

RESTRAINT | I-Internecivus-Raptus with IsolatedXRipley | Closed RP

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The USS Almayer had picked up a survivor, not far from KG348. Living and breathing, in a spacesuit, the survivor was taken into the airlock. Almayer was a Company vessel, not unlike the Sulaco but less advanced in its class.

The survivor was treated to warm clothing, a hot bowl of soup, and as much bedding as need be. She was still shuddering when she boarded; she must've been traumatized.

Of course, Almayer's crew was in close contact with the Company. Just a short while later, while much closer to KG348, they took in another survivor—barely conscious—and locked it in a room.

While it was still lacking in consciousness, the crew hooked it up to a series of chains and other restraining devices. Its limbs were kept from moving any farther than the middle of its holding cell, and its sinewy tail was tied and bolted down by metal plates.

Where...can't move...stuck...pain...flame...pain...

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Shadow of Paris [CLOSED RP]

They had never expected to find much in the faraway wreckage of the Earth city. Sparse gangs of bandits and looters, maybe. But a busy town cramped with survivors from all over the remnants of this world? It was a surprise, to be sure.

The crew had split off quickly, though, between two major ports of business. They had a threadbare plan at best: to scavenge parts for a ship off this place, or find someone who knew how to get them the hell out. Even after what they had gone through, the synthetic found herself too ashamed to face the crew she had duped. And thus it was that Call found herself walking beside this enigma of a woman: the clone, the shadow of someone else warped by that creature. She had found the woman's existence perverse at first, a sham as mother to those aliens her true host had sought to extinguish. But this Ripley was made just as Call had been, controlled by higher ranks and faceless names. She found the thought disturbing, her mind still in turmoil when it came to the woman beside her.

The crowd around them did well to match her inner dwellings. People shouting in various languages, shoving through, yelling praise of their wares, beckoning customers to purchase their goods. Call acted as translator when need be, but it was Ripley who usually got them the good deal. The clone had practically torn her ear off after learning she'd been suckered into buying a common engine part for far too many of their goods. Since then, she let Ripley do the talking...

"From what I heard, the man sells in a back alley in the blue district. It's down a stretch that sells old synth parts. He's called 'Haywire'." Call muttered her intel as they walked side by side through the narrow streets. It was growing dark out, and the blue district (where anything having to do computer parts was sold) was aglow with neon signs, flashing switchboards, and the azure glow of monitors for which this area was named.

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#isolatedxripley #this came out long BUT ITS A STARTER SO ay #v: shadow of paris