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Detroit: Become Human roleplay

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In her haste to hide, she failed to check behind the couch. She didn't have the time to! Not that it was any sort of excuse, not in a life-threatening situation such as the one she now found herself in. She saw the shadow first, beckoning her immediate attention. A hand raised up a pipe then swung down towards her. Her instinct was to brace for impact; her arms shot up to protect her face and she jerked backwards. If she survived the first strike, she'd make sure they didn't hers. When the attack never commenced, she lowered her defense. She stared at her would-be-killer, her eyes wide and mouth opened a crack. Freya had been on the run for quite some time. She encountered enough humans, both good and bad, and androids, both machine and deviant, to identify one from the other. The figure crouched beside her struck her as a recently deviated android. He appeared as startled by her presence as she was by his. Deeming his actions to be enacted out of fear rather than hatred, she adopted a stony, serious composure. She meant him no harm so long as the favor was returned.

The WR400 ignored his questions, her primary focus becoming his noise. The android's voice could've woken the rest of Detroit while his butter fingers allowed the pipe to slip onto the hardwood floor with a 'clang.' Freya raised her hands in surrender before moving an index finger against her plump lips. The effort was in vain, however, as a third individual had already taken a spot on the very couch they hid behind. Surely, his racket gave them away. Freya slipped a pistol from her waistband, preparing for trouble. She hadn't heard the other sit down, having been preoccupied with the other android. So, she remained where she was.

Detroit: Become Human roleplay

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Deviation turned Freya into a self-reliant, methodical, and overcautious android. Paranoia motivated her nomadic behavior, unable to stay in one place for longer than two nights. She never consorted with the same person twice, never shared her name, never opened herself up to anyone. The humans forced her into hiding, and that's where she planned to stay. The shadows protected her from harm, they kept her out of the humans' grasp. She knew if they caught her she'd be deactivated. She figured they'd dig around for a loose screw or two, first. Freya wasn't malfunctioning. She was /alive/, but she was in no hurry to be the android martyr.

A week ago, she spotted two humans tracking her from Greektown to outside Camden. They were beginning to close in on her when she spied an escape route in the form of an alleyway. She ran down alley after alley until she spied an abandoned building. With no one seemingly around, she entered the house from a broken bathroom window. Her footsteps were silent as sneaked around, passing by overturned furniture and rotting interior walls. She wouldn't feel comfortable, or as comfortable as she could ever be, before securing her shelter. From the other side of the house, she heard movement. Someone was walking around. She searched her surroundings for a place to hide. As the mystery figure grew closer, Freya ducked behind a filthy couch unaware that the hiding space was already occupied.

Detroit: Become Human roleplay

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// would you like to start first?

Detroit: Become Human roleplay

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// i think we should go ahead and get the ball rolling, imho. ppl can always join in later.

Detroit: Become Human roleplay

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// haha, thanks! aw, and thank you again.