Solo Invading the Alienated

The Tent City is invaded by many brutes from the city. Lenz and Ipisol are attacked, but are saved by the collective

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Invading the Alienated

Postby Lenz on February 8th, 2014, 5:16 am

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Save for the crackling of a fire outside, a woman with redhead hears nothing but the wind. The cold breezes rustle against the outside of the tent with resilience to give up its battle to get inside.

The woman peers down at the child who so wonderfully is playing with herself. She's drawing pictures and every now and again gets up to dance a jog or two.

The two sit and relax until a sudden scream from outside makes their hearts race with indecipherable speed.

The serene atmosphere has been breached with commotion and worry. A tumult has been created outside and the woman debates on whether or not she should investigate.

Times change in the blink of an eye in the city of Sunberth.


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Branches quiver in the distance as Lenz bustled about the inside of the tent, tidying up messy things. Making sure that the beds were made, she leant down to go about the simple chores domestic work so gratefully gave someone.

“Ipisol can you please hand me that blanket?”

The child tossed the blanket over to Lenz.

Letting her shoulders slump slightly, Lenz sighed. “Not like that Ipisol. I want them to be folded up nicely, not thrown ‘willy nilly’ like.”

“What does it matter anyways?” the girl retorted. It wasn’t in a mean way, but Lenz wasn’t in the mood to play twenty questions.

“It makes things look nicer, so that we have more room to do other things,” Lenz responded.

The girl just shrugged, her eyebrows rising.

“I just don’t understand why we have to clean every day. I mean, it’s not like anyone else is going to see, so why bother?”

For once, the woman doubted herself. What really was the point in folding the blankets, organising all their equipment and cleaning messy things? In the end it just became dirtied again, so logically there was no point.

“I don’t know, Ips. I really don’t know,” Lenz countered, ending the conversation in a flash by the use of her unamused tone of voice.

Taking the blanket the child had thrown to her, the woman began to fold it. She took the ends of the fabric and matched them to their opposing sides, lining up the edges so that they were even. She then folded them and folded them again until they were in the perfect shape of a square. She did this again with the other blanket she found on the other side of the tent.

After she had completed one task she had on her mental check-list, she began to start another. She reached over and grabbed a bedroll before taking one end and rolling it up so that it was nice and tight. She did this with her own and set them to the side to join the blankets.

The tent had specific areas for specific things and Lenz had them memorized. To the right of the door was where the shoes went after having been outside and beside the shoes were where the coats and gloves went.

The beds were rolled out next to one another in the centre of the back of the tent so that there was a small walkway from the door to either side of the tent without having to walk on the beds. All of the girls’ equipment and supplies were set beside their beds, usually tucked inside a backpack or two.

Sometimes one of the girls would take out a journal or some other form of entertainment and leave it out as a sort of ‘décor’ to spunk the place up a bit, but Lenz was rather particular about where things were laid out.

“What else do you have to do?” Ipisol asked, genuinely intrigued.

“Why, do you want to help?”

The girl shrugged again, something she had begun to master since she had first started. “I don’t know, I was just wondering.”

Sighing, Lenz replied, “Honestly, I think I can be done for now.”

“Why do you clean so often?” the child asked, a hint of hesitation and timidness hidden within her voice.

It took the woman a few necessary chimes to think this question over. Why did she clean so much and so often? Was it because it was habitual to her time spent in Kenash? Was it built into her by her mother or was it something that gave her the feeling of accomplishment- something she didn’t often get anymore?

“I’m not sure,” she eventually said, her elbow propped up on one of her knees. She leant her head on her hand as she looked her friend in the eyes.

“I think I do it because it makes me feel like I’ve done something, you know?”

The youth shook her head in misunderstanding.

“I need that feeling of accomplishment. Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve had to fill in for my father, since he was never around to help. I cleaned, I cooked, I sewed and I did so much for my mother that it had now become a habit for me.”

A short time of silence passed between the two before Lenz’s soft voice interrupted it.

“Why, does it bother you?”

Ipisol shook her head again, a small smile lighting up her beautiful face. “No, I was just wondering is all. If it helps you, then go right ahead. I’ll even help sometimes if you want.”

The child’s smile was so contagious that it infected Lenz the moment she noticed it.

“Thank you,” she said, “I needed that.”

After the conversation sort of wavered in the stagnant air, Lenz went to take out her journal in terms to write a poem or two when a shrill scream pierced the air, startling both her and the child who sat beside her.

At first Lenz assumed it was an animal’s cry, but the noise was heard again. The serene atmosphere had been quickly transformed from relaxation and comfort to traumatic commotion and worry. The woman instantly assumed the worst, thinking that a tumult had been created outside. She debated on whether or not she should investigate, and then settled with the idea to wait inside a little longer before she collected all the accurate facts.

“What was that?” Ipisol asked, her scarlet hair hanging down in straight locks, framing her worried face. Lenz hated that expression and wished every time the child got it, that she could slap it away.

“I’m not sure,” Lenz said.

“Was it an animal?”

The woman shook her head. It wasn’t an animal, and she knew that for a fact.

“Whatever it was, it’s in pain,” Lenz said as she shifted positions. She was crouching as she opened the flap that covered the only window in the tent. Peering outside, the woman caught sight of a large and burly man, someone who clearly didn’t look like he belonged.

As soon as she saw him, he disappeared, a cold gust of wind attacking her face before she closed the window and turned her attention to the child.

“What did you see?”

Lenz bit her lip and her eyebrows knitted together as she thought about what she should tell the little girl. But what could she say? What was there to say?

“Nothing,” she ended up telling her.

But there was clearly more than nothing happening outside as more cries sliced through the air and something made impact with a side of the tent.

The two girls shrieked in surprise, Ipisol jumping into Lenz’s lap, her arms wrapping around the woman’s neck. She quietly whimpered, daring to speak as if saying anything was a sin.

“What just happened?”

What just happened was most certainly not nothing.
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Invading the Alienated

Postby Lenz on February 10th, 2014, 9:27 pm

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“I’m scared Lenzy,” Ipisol whimpered. Her voice seemed choked, strained, like she had used it too much and was slowly losing it. That or the blood that pulsed through the woman’s ears made it hard for her to hear.

“It’s okay,” Lenz whispered, soothing the frightened child by stroking her back. It’s okay, right?

The woman was continuously having difficulties debating on whether or not she should go out and see what all the fuss was about, but what good would that solve? Right now she was needed by Ipisol and Lenz never turned from someone in need.

A few more shouts were heard. It was clear that whoever was yelling was crying for help, the words perfectly audible. It made the woman’s teeth chatter as her thoughts circled round and round in her head.

Lenz wished she could be over reacting. She wished that all the screams she had heard were melodramatic children playing with one another. However, things didn’t persuade the woman so easily.

What if whatever is out there comes for us next? He head buzzed, her hands starting to shake.

As if merely thinking about such a thing could cause it to happen, the tent door was unzipped maliciously as a large hand came through and grabbed the woman’s hair in its grasp.

A shrill scream that was too close to have come from outside pierced Lenz’s ears. She realised that it was the child, the horror displayed on her face. Expressions were her forte, and whenever she found someone looking sad, ill or mentally disturbed, she went to their rescue, but at a moment like this, Lenz could do nothing but allow the man to drag her outside.

She lost her balance, her rear hitting the ground. Snow dampened her pants and frigid water seeped to the back of her thighs.

“Let me go!” she shouted, thrashing around in an attempt to hit her attacker. It didn’t help in the slightest, the man’s booming laughter causing the hairs on the back of her neck to spike.

Her eyes were wild as Lenz felt her hair tearing out of her skull. She continued to struggle while at the same time trying to calm down as she thought about what would be the best thing for her to do to escape the wrath of such a brute.

She recalled all the things she had seen. She remember seeing the man’s position and its flaws. His legs were too far apart, commonly to support his balance. This was an opportunity for her, however.

Without turning around Lenz lifted her right leg and sent a back kick for the man’s groin. Instantly, she was awarded with the sound of success- the moan of pain. His grasp on Lenz’s hair was released, giving her the time to turn around and take a step back.

Although she wasn’t a very aggressive and physical person, she would always come to her own self-defense if she was being provoked or threatened, or at a time like now, assaulted. She would always try to negotiate or talk through things with the opposing team, but sometimes that just wasn’t possible.

The thug was now bent over, holding his private regions, his face a mask of both pain and rage. His eyes looked like they were on fire, but yet he still seemed to smile and this made Lenz angry.

The woman raised her hands and curled them into fists. There was no turning back as she used one forearm for protection, angled at a degree so it guarded her stomach, and her leg to send a rather painful blow to the man’s face.

He toppled over backwards, into the snow, and lay still for a few chimes as Lenz went to check on the child still cowering inside the tent.

“Are you okay?” she asked, taking the girl’s hands in her own. She was leaning in for a hug when Ipisol cried out.

“Behind you!”

There was no time for the woman to react as a large object plummeted into the side of her face. She was almost thrown backwards from the impact, her vision blurring for a few moments as she watched out of the corner of her eye the terrible events that unfolded.

“You need to be more respectful of your elders little girl,” a dark voice spat.

A tall and muscular figure leant over Ipisol, his hand stroking the girl’s crimson red hair. He whispered a few things to her that made Lenz’s face flare. He wasn’t going to hurt that small girl!

Over my dead body, Lenz fumed as she propped herself up quietly, the man still turned away from her as she did.

Lenz’s eyes narrowed as she centred in on her target. Twilring around to gain momentum, the woman sent an open handed chop to the attacker’s neck. He cried out in reply, losing the balance he had in his crouch.

“Don’t touch her you monster,” she hawked.

“Why you little-“ the man started as he went to give Lenz an uppercut. She saw it in his eyes what he was planning to do and went into defensive mode, lowering her hands so that they crossed over one another in the form of an ‘X’.

Her counter stopped the attack as she used his power against him, reversing one of her hands so that it grabbed onto one of his. She twisted his arm away from her and then jabbed her knee into his ribcage.

He coughed, the expression visible on his face giving the woman a sort of adrenaline rush. She used his vulnerability as the perfect time to dispose of the rubbish.

She twisted around, rotating her hips as she did and sent another kick to the man’s side. He toppled over, falling out of the tent and into the snow.

Lenz sighed, brushing the stray hair out of her eyes as she rushed over to Ipisol with so many questions on her mind.

“Did he hurt you?”

“Where did he touch you?”

And more importantly, “What happened?”

The girl ignored all of her guardian’s inquiries as she buried her head in the nook in-between Lenz’s shoulder and neck. It was a warm feeling that gave the woman a sense of pleasure. She had taken care of a criminal and he wasn’t able to get away with it.

Although, she was sure he was still outside and conscious. This made her uneasy. Her mental clock kept ticking by ever so endlessly until the sounds of applause sent waves of relief over her body.

Lenz stood up, bringing the child with her as the two took a look outside. It was a wonderful display of joyfulness as a few men on horses, most likely Sunberth’s collective, rode through the Tent City, forcing the thugs and brutes along.

Lenz had saved someone, but all the credit belonged to the collective.

The woman sighed as she looked down at the kid. She smiled and said, “So, what do you want to do today?”

Ipisol smiled eagerly back at Lenz, her eyes widening slightly. “Can we beat some more people up?” She asked.

It was a startling question, but instead of correctly the child on how she should always be kind to people and never try to get into any fights, Lenz simply nodded her head and hugged the girl tighter.

“Sure.”

And so their day began.
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Invading the Alienated

Postby Vanari on March 15th, 2014, 3:54 am

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Lenz
Observation +2 XP
Unarmed Combat +1 XP
Organization +2 XP
Intelligence +1 XP
Interrogation +1 XP

Lores :
  • Questioning the Necessity of Cleaning
  • Ipisol : Master of Shrugging
  • Cleaning: A Sense of Accomplishment
  • A Commotion Amongst the Tents
  • A Kick to the Groin Never Fails
  • Don't Touch Ipisol!


Notes :
Good job! That was quite lovely, but I do have to point out that you played a bit above your skill level. As novice Lenz would likely be rather clumsy and not able to perform either defensive or offensive moves that smoothly. I gave you the point but just a heads up for future reference.

Please don't hesitate to PM me with questions, comments, or concerns! Also, remember to edit your grade request as "graded."

Cheers :D
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