Thread:SableyeTea/@comment-26090956-20160403220242/@comment-26090956-20160503233350

XD np it's fine you'll do great

Cyu definitely I really like that same with Ainsley

So imma take it away I'm playing with Don who is on the alien base, Sian, and Circe

quickie ol desc for Circle:

Circe has thick black hair with bright purple streaks starting from her crown ombreing into blue and then black. She has gray/blue eyes and usually wears dark clothing to hide in the shadows. She usually has her hair tied into a ponytail with a scrap of denim, and has managed to find a gun; which she uses to defend herself against any monsters/aliens. She has a few scars visible on her face, one under her left eye, across her brow, and one down her right half of her bottom lip. She wears a dark denim jumper, a black turtle-neck w/ ripped sleeves, ripped black/white striped leggings, and black hipster boots.

OKIE

here we go

I'll write in third person :P

,,Sian,,

Sian rushed towards an old, boarded up salon. It's worn-out, ragged boards made him think of his own lungs as he heaved and gasped for air. He had ran, as fast as he could, away from a small gang of humans. They seemed to scare him more than the aliens, though that was not the case. The human's unnervingly friendly demeanor to strangers made him cringe slightly as he gripped the weak boards. One splinter. Two splinters. After a dozen or so tried he pried the two boards off the doorway and rammed through the rest, wood flakes spraying everywhere. He dusted off his jacket and looked at his splintered hands. Sian picked a few of the pieces of wood out and sat down in the shadows under a salon booth. Scared out of his wits he was as he finally regained focus and crept around the salon. A pool of dank water sat in one of the sinks, as well as a few dead flies. Apparently, radioactive water did no mix well with anything, even flies. After a few minutes of searching, Sian found the dyes. He didn't care to read the labels of the colors, knowing whatever he could do to get rid of the stark white hair he had was enough. Maybe one day he would come to love it, maybe one day he would find black dye and get rid of it once and for all, but for now, he was caressing the dye into his bland hair, glancing nervously at the doors and windows and at the dirty mirrors; wondering if someone or something might actually find him- and for better or worse, capture him.

,,Don,,

Don was mad. Furious, to be exact. His one successful experiment from this planet, had gone rogue after a month of testing. And not one, not any of the thirty other experiments succeeded!

"Doctor Donicazhari, we have spotted 7. Shall we send a team out to investigate?" "Yes, please do so Laghrin. And be mindful of where you send the team next time. I doubt troop forty-nine appreciated that desert." "A-oh.. Of course Doctor Donicazhari. It's near one of the deserted villages shall I-" "Just send them, alright? We'll work out the details later." Don leaned over the rail, watching his protégés experiment on another corpse. After a few seconds, it disintegrated into a puff of smoke and a pile of ash. "BLAST IT!" Don cried, shooing Laghrin out of the room and shuffling down the stairs. "You did it WRONG again! I'll have to do it myself if you all keep messing the process up!" He stopped, heaving over and coughing violently. He shooed away his servants and scuffled over to the screen of earth. They were running out of bodies to use.

,,Circe,,

Circe had an encounter with a peculiar human today. He had white-ish hair, that had seen better days. Her gang hadn't approached threateningly, but he had ran off with such gusto, they looked behind to make sure there wasn't something behind. She dismissed her friends to their own sectors and tried to follow the curious person, but didn't find where he had run off to. And unfortunately, she had met a monster along the way, and had a few severe scratches to prove. "Blast all those mutant freaks. They're going to be the end of all known civilization in a little while.." Circe scoffed, wrapping a piece of dirty gauze over a gouge in her leg.

Aaaand your turn