Relax, Dearie (Melissa)

[viperess]

Her head tilted backward, remembering the sweet words of her passed grandmother. Her eyes were closed, but her mind was alert, ready to wan her at the signs of danger, which included almost any and every twig snapping, shoe thudding, or child whining. This was no place for peace, considering almost any body here could be SMILE.

The thought played a shudder rippling across her body. Her hair went wild as she shot up, ice blue eyes ready to lock on its target. She sighed as she realized it was just a stupid dog. The cat sprawled across her lap hissed angirly at the dog, claws digging into Veronika's skin. "Ow," she said quietly as she lifted her pet up, "I still need those blasted things taken out."

The cat meowed in response, sending an exhausted smile across her face. She wasn't really bored, just tired. She hadn't slept at all last night, the stupid cat kept waking her. Still, she stroked the feline gently, cooing softly. This was her one, her only true friend, and she would not let it go.

[Melissa Clark]

Melissa Clark had obtained a SMILE hostage, and was sprinting down the streets, under arches and over cars. She had dropped off the stranger a while back, Having suffered a momentary lapse in judgement and had thrown a little mercy their way. Only after giving them a little something to remember her by. A brutal slash born upon their spine. Melissa had found herself a knife upon grabbing the stranger, and had used it effectively.

After a while of running, Melissa's chest began to hurt. Less of a while, more of a few minutes. So she began to slow down, jogging into the park, her chest wheezing and her legs aching. Collapsing down onto the floor Melissa hugged into the green grass, just laying on her back as a barking dog went by. The young woman was spattered with blood, and needed to get back to the base. The petite blond was in serious risk of being seen by SMILE, but she just couldn't go any further without a rest. The woman was completely oblivious of anyone or anything around her.

[viperess]

The grass flattned under a body nearby, causing the cat to hiss to herself, unti. she realized that it was just a human. Vero looked down lazily, her eyes scanning the girl from almost nowhere. She raised her eyebrows at her ehaving chest.

"What's wrong with you? Running much?" She smiled, maybe she could find something out about SMILE. "So, from what, exactly?" The cat jumped down, her tranclucent coat glimmering in the sunshine as she made her way to the girl. She stepped near her face, her big eyes staring at the strangers.

[Melissa Clark]

Melissa was luxuriating in the soft bending of the grass upon which she lay before she was interrupted by a voice. Her eyes opened, as she was met with the face of a stranger. Melissa jolted, before laughing somewhat. The blonde recognised the fellow rebel. They'd never spoken, perhaps run past one another in the base, but other than that, they were virtual strangers. After her quiet chuckle, she sat up, examining the face of the newcomer. "Nothings wrong, I've just been running away from SMILE." She explained, smiling as she brought herself into a standing position.

Brushing the grass from her clothes she found herself to be around the same height as the nosy being. "Ignore the blood." She beamed, sticking her hand forward for a shake. Melissa found that multiple contacts in the Rebellion world was an advantage.

[viperess]

She picked the cat up gently. Gosh, the poor animal was being so annoying latley. "Oh, I see." She eyed her quickly, scanning her for a woumd that might need help. One thing she noticed, was familiarity. nThe girl was definatley a rebel.

[Melissa Clark]

Having found that her hand hadn't been taken, she withdrew it and wiped it over her jeans. "Alright then, I'm Melissa." She told her, rooting through her pockets within just a few moments. "I'm sorry, I've seen you before, don't know if we've met or not. Can't really..put face to name. If I even know your name, but hey! I digress, perhaps we should move. Well, if you fancy coming with me, I don't know. Entirely up to you." Melissa rambled, shaking her head as she withdrew a lighter and a packet of cigarettes. Life was good enough to her to grant her the ability to get a carton every now and then.