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Salvatrice "Sally" Rollins
"Well, with the way my life is going, I wish something would have bashed into me when I was in my momma's stomach."
Age: Twenty-five
Occupation: Culinary
Flaw: Easily made nervous
Strengths: Stealthiness | Cooking
Extra: She is fit as a result of diving into the world of exercise before her voluntary isolation
Likes: People (unfortunately)
Dislikes: Pressure
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With a little bag of goods, Sally began her new life as a nomad, traveling out into the middle of nowhere, Canada. She lives as a squatter in a cabin distant from society, only emerging to hunt and breathe in the pure air of the wilderness. Despite the fact that she began anew, her history haunts her.
Her family was close-knit while growing up. Nothing had ever gone wrong! That was until she caused the death of her brother's first child. This was thanks to her brother's wife, who treated their family with disrespect. Valerie was the woman's name. Her sins included stealing their belongings under their noses, as well as throwing their mother onto the hearth after an argument. Fortunately, the flames were faux.
Though, Sally would also let her anger would get the best of her. After confronting Valerie for what she had done to her mother, a yelling match took place in her brother's home. Sally ran towards the front door to exit from the woman screaming at her. In the heat of the moment, in ignorance of her pregnant state, Valerie rushed after Sally with a wave of fuming anger. Ultimately, she tripped on the metal fixing under the door, and fell against the concrete doorsteps, striking the unborn child in the temple.
After this, there was nothing else to do but high-tail out of Michigan, her home state, for good. Blood wasn't on her hands literally, though it was metaphorically. The tears she witnessed in the emergency room after the fetus was extracted and pronounced dead were too much for poor Sally to handle. She didn't explain a damn thing to her brother, whose name she will not mention in her new world. His wife would explain it all, anyways.
This isn't the first time she had been the reason for someone's downfall. When she was nineteen, her boyfriend had taken several of the drugs she received from his dealer that night. He OD'd. After he recovered and dealt with police, she never spoke to him again and never touched a drug again.
This is why I put the quote at the start of this blog. Sally got over her boyfriend's issue and landed in another one years later. This was not going to be a repeat of questioning. She had to get away.
Her brother spent months looking for her, unknowing of her move to Canada. She left with her car and the aforementioned bag holding only her clothes (all greens and camouflage), hygenic products, and food. Along the way, she stopped to buy a rifle that she had pre-ordered days before. Her work as a chef would help her outdoors. All she needed to do was learn how to use the rifle to destroy her prey. Eventually, she'd only use it for threats. It was too loud to do anything with. Instead, she used arrows.
Once in the woods of Canada, she blundered at first, her shot wasn't good, though she pushed on, occasionally getting food from local stores run by southerners who moved up to the forest mountains. She'd return unnoticed, wearing only her camouflage shirts and jackets.
Now she waits until her inescapable death to be free of her guilt. It was peaceful living with the trees and the birds, though it wasn't peaceful living in her mind. She'd call her brother, pretending to be their favorite aunt, checking on her status. He explained how he loved her, though she knew in her mind that she was never going back. She would get thoughts that maybe she should. She would love to embrace her brother one more time. To control her urges of want for her old life, she needs to find a reason to never be allowed back into good society. How would she ever speak to her brother face to face again? If he doesn't have the opportunity to see his child, she'll make sure he won't see her either.
Age: Twenty-five
Occupation: Culinary
Flaw: Easily made nervous
Strengths: Stealthiness | Cooking
Extra: She is fit as a result of diving into the world of exercise before her voluntary isolation
Likes: People (unfortunately)
Dislikes: Pressure
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With a little bag of goods, Sally began her new life as a nomad, traveling out into the middle of nowhere, Canada. She lives as a squatter in a cabin distant from society, only emerging to hunt and breathe in the pure air of the wilderness. Despite the fact that she began anew, her history haunts her.
Her family was close-knit while growing up. Nothing had ever gone wrong! That was until she caused the death of her brother's first child. This was thanks to her brother's wife, who treated their family with disrespect. Valerie was the woman's name. Her sins included stealing their belongings under their noses, as well as throwing their mother onto the hearth after an argument. Fortunately, the flames were faux.
Though, Sally would also let her anger would get the best of her. After confronting Valerie for what she had done to her mother, a yelling match took place in her brother's home. Sally ran towards the front door to exit from the woman screaming at her. In the heat of the moment, in ignorance of her pregnant state, Valerie rushed after Sally with a wave of fuming anger. Ultimately, she tripped on the metal fixing under the door, and fell against the concrete doorsteps, striking the unborn child in the temple.
After this, there was nothing else to do but high-tail out of Michigan, her home state, for good. Blood wasn't on her hands literally, though it was metaphorically. The tears she witnessed in the emergency room after the fetus was extracted and pronounced dead were too much for poor Sally to handle. She didn't explain a damn thing to her brother, whose name she will not mention in her new world. His wife would explain it all, anyways.
This isn't the first time she had been the reason for someone's downfall. When she was nineteen, her boyfriend had taken several of the drugs she received from his dealer that night. He OD'd. After he recovered and dealt with police, she never spoke to him again and never touched a drug again.
This is why I put the quote at the start of this blog. Sally got over her boyfriend's issue and landed in another one years later. This was not going to be a repeat of questioning. She had to get away.
Her brother spent months looking for her, unknowing of her move to Canada. She left with her car and the aforementioned bag holding only her clothes (all greens and camouflage), hygenic products, and food. Along the way, she stopped to buy a rifle that she had pre-ordered days before. Her work as a chef would help her outdoors. All she needed to do was learn how to use the rifle to destroy her prey. Eventually, she'd only use it for threats. It was too loud to do anything with. Instead, she used arrows.
Once in the woods of Canada, she blundered at first, her shot wasn't good, though she pushed on, occasionally getting food from local stores run by southerners who moved up to the forest mountains. She'd return unnoticed, wearing only her camouflage shirts and jackets.
Now she waits until her inescapable death to be free of her guilt. It was peaceful living with the trees and the birds, though it wasn't peaceful living in her mind. She'd call her brother, pretending to be their favorite aunt, checking on her status. He explained how he loved her, though she knew in her mind that she was never going back. She would get thoughts that maybe she should. She would love to embrace her brother one more time. To control her urges of want for her old life, she needs to find a reason to never be allowed back into good society. How would she ever speak to her brother face to face again? If he doesn't have the opportunity to see his child, she'll make sure he won't see her either.
Melanie Barlowe (American Actress)
"هي ليست نفرتاري ، رغم أنني على استعداد لشراء الفتاة مقابل 9 ملايين جنيه."
"She's no Nefertari, though I'm willing to purchase the girl for a near 9 million (Egyptian) pounds."
Age: Twenty-seven
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Flaw: Americanized, un-worldy, silver spoon
Strengths: A good actor (manipulative when required)
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Melanie Barlowe is a small-time actor, not even close to reaching the feats of her parents. She pushed for roles, though studios continuously had a more suitable alternative than her. If they wouldn't form her into the next major star, she had to do it herself.
Though she needed to know if her want for fame for her parents, or herself.
The answer was the latter, though her father's happiness transformed it into the desired selfishness. His faith in her equaled the world. She needed to prove her marketability.
One year later she penned the most profitable screenplay she has ever written. How could she tell? Well, it stood as the only one. She persisted. With a "measly" thousand dollars, she functioned with a team of directors, as well as independent film studios, to produce her own interpretation of the life of Ramses II. When the movie was released months thereafter, audiences took notice that the scenery was entirely green screen. The young Barlowe was acclaimed for her script, though mocked for the execution. Contrary to the bad ratings, there was a sufficient amount of support for a sequel. She had one more shot to establish herself.
The sequel would be shot in Egypt. After it was written and filmed the next year, she settled in a house near Giza. The home was bought with the money she had gained off the success of the sequel. She finally had something of her own. A new deal with Universal set her up for life. Every few days, she'd phone her father to explain to him her workings in Egpyt, just to maintain's her parents' knowledge that she IS serious about going on with her work.
For the next few months, she visited America and returned to her new home. The heat wasn't any worse than California, surprisingly.
Another month goes by, and her address is published on the dark line of the internet. Naturally, Egyptians would have a peek. The address is regarded by an organ trafficker organization in Egypt. Not many prominent names move there, so this was a golden opportunity. Why? She was famous. Her soul had value in the world. Even more reason, she was famous at the time! If they could package up and sell what fuels her life, her core, that would mean wealth for the first individual who could retrieve it. For capital, many people would do anything to dive a knife deep into her chest, rip out the beating heart, and hide the body like nothing ever happened. Others may go farther and remove any nerve ends one by one until her value is drained, like a form of mining. This takes longer, though is more efficient. No body to hide.
Outside the protection of America, Melanie was clueless. When you may pick up and go wherever you want, it completes the argument that you wouldn't bother to do much research. The only research done was for her film, though even that was Americanized.
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Melanie's personality is one of privilege. She feels she deserves better than the trouble that will occur. If she's in trouble, she'll report and scream, though that isn't how things function in the area. No one is running to support an American celebrity. Aside from this, she is a kind-hearted person.
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Additional people:
Dakarai Amenemhat, one of the scouts for the traffickers, is on a mission to find her, and do what needed to be done to get her heart. Usually, they burn the victim alive first. The fried skin makes it more manageable to cut through. Smoke often rises over the area. It's a signal that another bit the dust. The Egyptian police are not equipped to locate these predators. It transpires time, and time, again. Some say the government works with them. Leaders may desire the organs for themselves. Some say there is a supernatural might involved.
"She's no Nefertari, though I'm willing to purchase the girl for a near 9 million (Egyptian) pounds."
Age: Twenty-seven
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Flaw: Americanized, un-worldy, silver spoon
Strengths: A good actor (manipulative when required)
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Melanie Barlowe is a small-time actor, not even close to reaching the feats of her parents. She pushed for roles, though studios continuously had a more suitable alternative than her. If they wouldn't form her into the next major star, she had to do it herself.
Though she needed to know if her want for fame for her parents, or herself.
The answer was the latter, though her father's happiness transformed it into the desired selfishness. His faith in her equaled the world. She needed to prove her marketability.
One year later she penned the most profitable screenplay she has ever written. How could she tell? Well, it stood as the only one. She persisted. With a "measly" thousand dollars, she functioned with a team of directors, as well as independent film studios, to produce her own interpretation of the life of Ramses II. When the movie was released months thereafter, audiences took notice that the scenery was entirely green screen. The young Barlowe was acclaimed for her script, though mocked for the execution. Contrary to the bad ratings, there was a sufficient amount of support for a sequel. She had one more shot to establish herself.
The sequel would be shot in Egypt. After it was written and filmed the next year, she settled in a house near Giza. The home was bought with the money she had gained off the success of the sequel. She finally had something of her own. A new deal with Universal set her up for life. Every few days, she'd phone her father to explain to him her workings in Egpyt, just to maintain's her parents' knowledge that she IS serious about going on with her work.
For the next few months, she visited America and returned to her new home. The heat wasn't any worse than California, surprisingly.
Another month goes by, and her address is published on the dark line of the internet. Naturally, Egyptians would have a peek. The address is regarded by an organ trafficker organization in Egypt. Not many prominent names move there, so this was a golden opportunity. Why? She was famous. Her soul had value in the world. Even more reason, she was famous at the time! If they could package up and sell what fuels her life, her core, that would mean wealth for the first individual who could retrieve it. For capital, many people would do anything to dive a knife deep into her chest, rip out the beating heart, and hide the body like nothing ever happened. Others may go farther and remove any nerve ends one by one until her value is drained, like a form of mining. This takes longer, though is more efficient. No body to hide.
Outside the protection of America, Melanie was clueless. When you may pick up and go wherever you want, it completes the argument that you wouldn't bother to do much research. The only research done was for her film, though even that was Americanized.
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Melanie's personality is one of privilege. She feels she deserves better than the trouble that will occur. If she's in trouble, she'll report and scream, though that isn't how things function in the area. No one is running to support an American celebrity. Aside from this, she is a kind-hearted person.
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Additional people:
Dakarai Amenemhat, one of the scouts for the traffickers, is on a mission to find her, and do what needed to be done to get her heart. Usually, they burn the victim alive first. The fried skin makes it more manageable to cut through. Smoke often rises over the area. It's a signal that another bit the dust. The Egyptian police are not equipped to locate these predators. It transpires time, and time, again. Some say the government works with them. Leaders may desire the organs for themselves. Some say there is a supernatural might involved.
What will they think?
When every day is a horror flick, you have to ask this stuff.
Your family. Your companions. Those you never knew.
What will they presume of you when you're gone? Will they say, "She'll/he'll be remembered as a lovely man/woman..." or nothing at all?
In other words, "She'll be forgotten."
Although, no one would say that string of words. It just is.
Personally, I'd love to wilt in the dark. It sounds like a beautiful thing to have no one ever noting my existence again.
Though, in the various hate comments I receive, It's pretty evident that people like to tell me I'm demented.
What about you?
Your family. Your companions. Those you never knew.
What will they presume of you when you're gone? Will they say, "She'll/he'll be remembered as a lovely man/woman..." or nothing at all?
In other words, "She'll be forgotten."
Although, no one would say that string of words. It just is.
Personally, I'd love to wilt in the dark. It sounds like a beautiful thing to have no one ever noting my existence again.
Though, in the various hate comments I receive, It's pretty evident that people like to tell me I'm demented.
What about you?