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~~~~THE NEAR FUTURE~~~~
Unbelievable chaos ensues around all of New York City. Vast cries fill the urban air with fury and rage. The clatters of noises and the still of death intudes the airways. Blood, limbs, and organs litter the Big Apple with an unprecedented tone of morbid death. Swarms upon swarms of people rush in a multitude of directions, as the blending of the abundance of wails meets the panic on the worn and tattered faces of every individual that exists in this dark fray. This unexpecting nightmare to behold upon the world. Some people in the masses run with full force, screaming for help, or loved ones....just to see the light of day one more minute past the next being beside them....some limp with a cold stare of different eyes. I shatter the fourth wall for a minute, #KS leads the way as the reveal is in question: One question mark, two marks, three marks, four. Their shrieks and voices pale and faded from the brink of this chatoic calamity. They reach out towards the others, longing for something. Distant explosions, shattering glass, gunfire, and yells invade all around New York City for an endless amount of distance and time. The sky is a pale but azure blue, welcoming the soon to be dark sky into this abysmal notion of a life changing event. Bodies fall from the sky from vast altitudes, as splatters of red and the snapping of bones impact with the concrete, mangled and ripped anatomies flooding the streets as if they were raindrops. In the vastness of this terrifying reality lies a girl in the midst of it all. Not moving, unbudged. With a dirty face of will and drive, her eyes lock on to something in the masses of the crowd. She remains there staring, zoned out to the horror around her, all for this one, discrete object. That girl looking into the masses....
.....it's me.
????: "Faith!!! What are you doing!? MOVE!!! FAITH!!!" *raises rifle*
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A loud alarm breaches into my eardrums. The sunlight beams through the curtain and right into my closed eyes as I squint to the intense illumination before me. I open my eyes and turn over to my iPhone to see that it's 12:02 PM. Crap. I'm late for the photo shoot, and I'm supposed to go see my mom at the hospital sometime today also so now my plans are getting bunched up. I didn't even want to check my messages. Marcucio was going to have a fit....and Kanine was probably wondering what I was up to. I didn't sleep until 3:30 last night, up watching movies and Skyping Kanine. But oh well, this was the first time I was EVER late for anything besides class. Freshman year was a breeze I made the Dean's List and I actually got a role for a short film. But I want the big screen, the big time....and Track & Field wasn't bad either we ...well I made it to nationals. I loved sports, but if I had to choose between that and acting/modeling....well....wait why am I rambling I'm late!!!
I jump up and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I look at myself in the mirror with that same, ambitious look. I began humming as I started to notice my Roommie Scarlet wasn't here. She ran track with me, and it's a Saturday in the start of the summer....where would she go without me? I wipe my face off and head back into the room and I start to throw on my NYU track team outfit and I grab my purse. I was already late for my ESPN cover photo so I'd make up my bed and such later. I grab my wallet, keys, and student ID and head out, locking the door with my phone in hand. Walking to the elevator in my dorm, I check all my text messages:
Texts
From: 646-493-4322 - 'Hey this is Marcucio with ESPN, we're expecting you soon?' - 12:01PM
From: Kanine - 'Babe! wyd...?' - 11:14AM
From: Scar - 'Decided to let you sleep, going to get my car boo' - 10:45AM
From: Ben - 'Hey, wanna get breakfast?' - 10:22AM
I reply Marcucio and rush to press the elevator button:[BCOLOR=#00ff00] 'Yes I'm so sorry I got caught up I'll be there in literally about 3 minutes'[/BCOLOR]
Just woke up and already this was shaping up to be another long, busy day in the life of Faith Rucker....
Unbelievable chaos ensues around all of New York City. Vast cries fill the urban air with fury and rage. The clatters of noises and the still of death intudes the airways. Blood, limbs, and organs litter the Big Apple with an unprecedented tone of morbid death. Swarms upon swarms of people rush in a multitude of directions, as the blending of the abundance of wails meets the panic on the worn and tattered faces of every individual that exists in this dark fray. This unexpecting nightmare to behold upon the world. Some people in the masses run with full force, screaming for help, or loved ones....just to see the light of day one more minute past the next being beside them....some limp with a cold stare of different eyes. I shatter the fourth wall for a minute, #KS leads the way as the reveal is in question: One question mark, two marks, three marks, four. Their shrieks and voices pale and faded from the brink of this chatoic calamity. They reach out towards the others, longing for something. Distant explosions, shattering glass, gunfire, and yells invade all around New York City for an endless amount of distance and time. The sky is a pale but azure blue, welcoming the soon to be dark sky into this abysmal notion of a life changing event. Bodies fall from the sky from vast altitudes, as splatters of red and the snapping of bones impact with the concrete, mangled and ripped anatomies flooding the streets as if they were raindrops. In the vastness of this terrifying reality lies a girl in the midst of it all. Not moving, unbudged. With a dirty face of will and drive, her eyes lock on to something in the masses of the crowd. She remains there staring, zoned out to the horror around her, all for this one, discrete object. That girl looking into the masses....
.....it's me.
????: "Faith!!! What are you doing!? MOVE!!! FAITH!!!" *raises rifle*
-------------------------------------------------------SIX HOURS EARLIER------------------------------------------------------
![Dorm.jpg Dorm.jpg](https://data.iwakuroleplay.com/attachments/29/29514-4c62dd6b225eb2c882be66f1acd017b1.jpg)
A loud alarm breaches into my eardrums. The sunlight beams through the curtain and right into my closed eyes as I squint to the intense illumination before me. I open my eyes and turn over to my iPhone to see that it's 12:02 PM. Crap. I'm late for the photo shoot, and I'm supposed to go see my mom at the hospital sometime today also so now my plans are getting bunched up. I didn't even want to check my messages. Marcucio was going to have a fit....and Kanine was probably wondering what I was up to. I didn't sleep until 3:30 last night, up watching movies and Skyping Kanine. But oh well, this was the first time I was EVER late for anything besides class. Freshman year was a breeze I made the Dean's List and I actually got a role for a short film. But I want the big screen, the big time....and Track & Field wasn't bad either we ...well I made it to nationals. I loved sports, but if I had to choose between that and acting/modeling....well....wait why am I rambling I'm late!!!
I jump up and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I look at myself in the mirror with that same, ambitious look. I began humming as I started to notice my Roommie Scarlet wasn't here. She ran track with me, and it's a Saturday in the start of the summer....where would she go without me? I wipe my face off and head back into the room and I start to throw on my NYU track team outfit and I grab my purse. I was already late for my ESPN cover photo so I'd make up my bed and such later. I grab my wallet, keys, and student ID and head out, locking the door with my phone in hand. Walking to the elevator in my dorm, I check all my text messages:
Texts
From: 646-493-4322 - 'Hey this is Marcucio with ESPN, we're expecting you soon?' - 12:01PM
From: Kanine - 'Babe! wyd...?' - 11:14AM
From: Scar - 'Decided to let you sleep, going to get my car boo' - 10:45AM
From: Ben - 'Hey, wanna get breakfast?' - 10:22AM
I reply Marcucio and rush to press the elevator button:[BCOLOR=#00ff00] 'Yes I'm so sorry I got caught up I'll be there in literally about 3 minutes'[/BCOLOR]
Just woke up and already this was shaping up to be another long, busy day in the life of Faith Rucker....
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