#screech cod

[screecher-call]

This is a vampire Au, set in Old londen. OPEN RP))

warning: sexism,

The air felt heavier then normals, more humid. The heavy layer of her skirt dragged on the dirty stones of the path as she marched her way through the alley. She was tired, dead tired. The medical lecture had gone later than expected. Much later, and now the dusk gave way to a bright moon. Its had the same milky white look as the skull on display at the university. The though made her fingertips dig into her palm.

Lorraine was no stranger to the Londen streets; she had grown up on them.

Running with her brother and hiding away with the other girls when the neighbors started yelling about the ruckus their playing caused. But now, she was older, a medical assistant to one of Londen’s best doctors, who would travel around to lecture the next best finest. Maybe in another life, she could have been one of the next best. The thought felt heavy in her stomach like an impossible weight. She would never reach that; she should be grateful just to be in the field as a woman. Grateful she managed to stay in the field.

The sounds of foot steps drew her out of her thoughts.

“Hello?”

[sergeantstefansson]

*screech walks up to Ice. Seeing him in a chair, dark circle still under his eyes. Seeing a forgotten sandwich on the plate. She places a blanket around him and fluffs his already wild hair*

How are you veeling?

*she walks to the coffee out*

-Screech

[Icepick hums, a small, crooked smile slipping onto his face. He doesn't bother to smooth out his hair, rather he pulls the blanket tighter around himself.]

Really tired..long day..how about you?

[chickie-the-jaguar]

*screech comes up,picks up Chickie and squeezes him a bit before setting him down. *

-Screech

*Chickie sits there for a moment with a very wide stance before just screaming at the ground in confusion and walking away like a duck.*

[screecher-call]

Open Rp, vampires. Vampire Au, Lorraine as a human))

The panicked breaths of many can be heard when The Hunt begins. The rapid sound of feet hitting wet earth and hearts and lungs straining for steps, for distance.

The Hunt was a special time for those fortunate to be the hunters. It allowed them to possibly catch free prey, skipping the hefty task of finding on yourself.

The prey, hand picked, were unfortunate. Death seemed to be more a mercy than the fate that they’d faced if caught. A living blood bag, possibly more.

~

Her feet hit the ground hard as the mortal flung herself deeper into the woods. A silent prayer on her lips

[screecher-call]

Vampire Au, Lorraine as a Vamp

The panicked breaths of many can be heard when The Hunt begins. The rapid sound of feet hitting wet earth and hearts and lungs straining for steps, for distance.

The Hunt was a special time for those fortunate to be the hunters. It allowed them to possibly catch free prey, skipping the hefty task of finding on yourself.

The prey, hand picked, were unfortunate. Death seemed to be more a mercy than the fate that they'd faced if caught. A living blood bag, possibly more.

-

She watched the prey run, a smile on her face

[screecher-call]

ANGST cause idk - Opener, maybe?)

*Screech grunts as she finishes her pull up.Dropping to her feet with huff, a sharp pain shooting through her scarred side. Sweat is dripping down her temple. She has a waited vest though is quick to take it off. *

Fuck

*She whispers. She has been trying to push herself more but the old scar feels like it's fresh for some reason. Maybe it was the ruined nerves biting because of the increase blood flow. *

Scheiße, komm schon. (Shit, come on)

*She grunts into her fist, eyes watering a bit. It feels like something sharp is rubbing against her bones- They weren't able to get all the shrapnel out, maybe that's where this was coming from. Maybe it was all mental. That thought makes a pit form in her stomach. What if she wasn't T-141 ready anymore. What is Laswel moved her? *

[screecher-call]

Warning: PTSD, angst

Screech sat under her desk, pushed into a corner. Her arms were wrapped around something that wasn't there, holding it close to her chest. Her breath was deep, her pupils painfully large.

She thickly swallowed, shifting where she sat, the imaginary object keeping its shape. Waiting, painfully waiting as her heart hammered in her chest. Her throat contracted as she swallowed around spit.  

[screecher-call]

In my mind

Screech is constantly chasing down Ghost to do his checkups.

He’s suppose to check in with her after missions. Like most people are. Ya know, Just to make sure there’s no infection with scarring or what ever else. BUT this MAN just won’t.

So cue Prices smallest medic (5’2-5’3) marching through the hall pissed off cause now her coffee time is dedicated to hunting down this grown ASS MAN.

Hands slamming down on Prices desk cause it’s been TWO hours, her eyes twitching

“Vere iz he Captain?”

Cause she needs the paperwork done so she can GO HOME.