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the hunt
The HuntWWW.ROLEPLAYER.ME/moethaniseem"Iron-Jane."Lost In Space * Coughing, sputtering, trying to get a grip on what was in her mouth she looked up to see a vast area of a desert before her. She gazed around trying to figure out where she was. Was she in Nevada? Was this some trick by the Savage Six? All she knew was that she had to pace herself in what she did. She felt a headache coming on and just trying to remember what was going on. “Okay, breath, MJ. Then find transport and use what you got” As she stood up she brushed away some of the sand that clung to her exposed skin. God sand really did get everywhere, at least she could get in a good manicure though. Unlucky for her, at least in her opinion, she had been doing a space photoshoot and was dressed in something a hut would like and while it was helping her cool her during the day time, it was going to not provide as much armor in any type of way. All she remembered was some people at the shot had gave her some device and she blacked out and was awaken here. Turning to some of her survival instincts, she found some rocks and made them into a formation, just in case someone was looking for her and it would be a guide in case she went in a circle. Walking careful, sliding in the sand with almost every other step, she saw a backpack on the ground. Kneeling cautiously before it, there was a note. “Enjoy your time here. You’re welcome.” In the backpack there was a few essential items. There was at least a pair of leather pants, a worn short cape, and a few essentials. Putting on the pants and hooking up the cape, she at least felt more dressed for a kidnapped…torture…something situation. Changing out her sandals to combat boots, she rifled through the bag for the weapons and she pulled out one of them before tossing the pack on her shoulder. She didn’t want to lose all of her items and she wanted to feel safe when she sorted through this. Currently she did not feel safe at all. She felt like someone was around or watching her, but she decided to keep moving, using rocks when she saw them to match her other formation. Soon night was falling and she felt the chill in the air. Gathering what she could she found a small out cove in the rocks, not a cave, but one with a backing as she started to at least try to make a fire. If You can't tell. I must be doing it wrong.
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