Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25763181-20131202083852/@comment-7497475-20131202095159

Drifting slowly into consciousness, Citrine felt the bonds around her. Opening her eyes, she slowly lifted her head. Everything felt heavy to her. The environment around wasn't clear, her vision blurry. She wanted to shake her head to clear it, but lacked the energy.

''Urgh. Where am I? What happened?''

She thought back, memories floating back to her.

The Capture

SItting in her room, Citrine was organising her collection of paint. It was a complex system of colour, used and destined target to determine their location. In the background, she heard an airjet's engines roaring during landing.

''Yes! Trystin's back!''

She got up, running out to great him. Ducking through the doors to avoid knocking Perish off her back, her smile couldn't be wiped off her face. Reaching the door to the courtyard and stepping through it however, changed her mind. A group of men stood there, the red and black suits standing out.

"Who are you guys? And you need some more colour in those, a bit bland."

Looking at them, she started getting a bad feeling. That's when she noticed the weapons. Citrine shifted slightly, getting ready to draw Perish.

"Get her"

She reacted, Perish quickly in her hands. As the first man came close, Citrine brought the stock down on his face. He staggered, his knees buckling. Twisting Perish sideways, she activated the valves in the stock. With this extra momentum, Citrine hit the man once more, and sent him flying off to the side.

The joy of the combat started to get to her. Citrine smilied. The next man came at her, and in a blistering show of skill and dexterity Citrine battered him with her weapon. Flicking Perish around, she placed a foot on the muzzle break. Her finger on the trigger, she was millimetres from firing a round. The pain exploded in the back of her head, and everything left her.

Captured

Her head drooped. Sitting there with her hands behind her, a tear rolled down her cheek.

Why me?