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Jul 29 2015, 09:05 PM
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WHEN SHE WAS JUST A GIRL, SHE EXPECTED THE WORLD
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How is this woman alive?
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How did any of them survive what they were forced to go through? It was madness, but also a miracle this one didn't die. Prism was told that right after she won the fight, she soon passed out. Poor girl. Frowning, she did her best to patch up the parts of her while unconscious and therefore, not screaming her head off. The screaming ones always bothered her. Too often than not she was forced to knock them out and into unconsciousness.
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This girl already beat her to the punch, sort of. Prism took a step back and checked over her work. The bruises on her back were fine. The rest needed to be healed by time. Most of the slave were not gifted with that and were thrown back into the coliseum before they were fully healed. It annoyed her to no end, but the show must go on she supposed.
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She began to turn the woman over and frowned deeply. She was a lot worse on this side. She sighed and got busy working.

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Jul 29 2015, 08:28 PM
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"You pit fighters sure know how to keep me busy."
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Prism said that to her current patient as if she could help it. The truth was, her heart went out to those people who were treated like animals. It wasn't fair, but she learned a long time ago that life was not fair. Some people got it off easy in life, like those jackass Nobles who claim they run the place.
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"Hold still. This will sting a lot."
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She felt she was doing the nice thing and warning the young woman before she dozed her cut in hydrogen peroxide. She held her steady to brace herself for the almost always jerk movement they did in response. "Nicely done," she commented as she continued to do her work on the girl.
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A part of her was happy she survived the night's fight. She was strong, and the world needed strong people like herself. The other part of her wished she was given to her dead. It was a bit harsh of her to think like that, but it made sense in her mind. If they lost, they were no longer forced to fight against each other. If they were dead, they did not have to worry about life anymore.
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"No stitches this time. Aren't you lucky?" she said and tossed a rag in a pile. "So who is the lucky girl? Gotta name?"

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Jul 29 2015, 07:59 PM
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WHEN SHE WAS JUST A GIRL, SHE EXPECTED THE WORLD
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Venturing through these parts always gave her a creeping feeling in her gut. Bunkers creeped her the hell out. She didn't consider herself a Satanist, but she found it hard to believe in a god who allowed so much shit to hit the fan. It wasn't right, and Prism found it hard to relate or deal with people who believed in that.
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What if their god helped them because they believed in him? That wouldn't be fair for the rest of them. Wasn't he supposedly a god of mercy? What has Prism done to deserve all of the hell she's been through. It wasn't fair, and that was why she couldn't relate to cultists.
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She found herself near the bunker because a few good items would surround the area. It was almost as if they threw away their junk as soon as they used up most of their resources. Prism was known to find a function out of just about everything. If she had a vision for it, she could use it. She may need Clank's mech skills for some of her visions, but they'd work in her favor at the end of the day.
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As she was scavenging for parts, she heard a sound nearby. She stopped what she was doing and slowly took out her gun and pointed it in its direction. Was it a person? A mutant? An animal? She didn't know, but she wasn't too keen on surprises so she would alert herself first.
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"Hey you. Come out and show yourself!"

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Jul 29 2015, 06:39 PM
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Why was she here? She was here because she could be. That was the beauty of doing what she did. Prism wasn't a slave anymore so she wasn't bound by slave laws and restriction. She could roam freely just as long as she returned to Reaver HQ. She'd have to suffer the consequences if she did just that.
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Wait. Didn't that still make her a slave. She was the Reaver Medic, not a slave. Prism found herself telling her mind that more and more with the hopes of believing. She was not a slave. Not anymore.
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So that was her reasoning for wandering to a place she had no reason to venture to before now. It was always exciting when she explored new places. It pleased the child in her and if she found something of interest in these explored places, the child was even more pleased. Was it her goal to please her inner child? Well, if some part of her was happy then she was happy.
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As she was venturing El Dorado, she heard a shout and a few that followed. A part of wanted no part of it, but as soon as she heard a particular set of words, she had to act.
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A doctor was what they needed, and a doctor was who she was, kind of. Putting licensing aside, she knew just about everything a doctor knew, and then some. She jogged towards the scene to see a middle aged man on the ground. A younger man was over him and seemed to be examining him. She looked the older guy over and lowered herself to the ground. The guy checked him and seemed to know what he was doing. "You do know what you're doing, right?"

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Jul 24 2015, 12:17 AM
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WHEN SHE WAS JUST A GIRL, SHE EXPECTED THE WORLD
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'Another man's trash is another man's treasure' wasn't the quote Prism thought she would ever take for use. Trash was disgusting, and whenever she thought that she was surprised with how 'uppity' she came off. Maybe spending time with that noble oozed some of his self-righteousness off on her. If that was the case, it would be the only thing she'd allow him to spill on her. She was both grateful for him and disgusted by him. He taught her everything she needed to know about medicine, but he ultimately wanted something in return. Too fuckin' bad for him. The payment she gave him was a knife to the jugular.
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One of the many things he taught her was to sterilize everything she uses. A lot of medics she ran across didn't go by those standards, and she was surprised they even called themselves medics. Prism tried her best to live by those standards, which was why the people who came to her survived her table. She couldn't say the same for those acclaimed medics out there.
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Sometimes she'd find things useful in the junkyard, the worst place one could look for medical supplies, really. But as long it was not being injected into the body, it would be pretty safe for use if it was thoroughly cleaned. Pris took her work very seriously. Mama would be proud.
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She went alone, much to the future dismay of Clank. He didn't like when she did things on her own: dangerous things particularly. He fussed about how unsafe it was and she'd retort with saying no place was safe. It was a sweet gesture and she thought he was super cute whenever he got flustered and his face flushed red. She believed half of the reason why she did what she did was to see his reaction. It was nice to know that someone cared for her.
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Prism roamed the expanse of the junkyard in hopes of finding something useful. If she put her mind to it, just about anything here could be of use. Except for that used vibrator she found last week. Nothing could be done for that except giving it to Cain as a present. Maybe he'd enjoy it. Maybe he'd catch some mutated sexually transmitted disease. Maybe he was immune to it like the mutated monster that he was-
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She heard a noise that made her stop in her tracks. She took out her gun slowly and turned towards it. 'Speak of the devil' she thought as she glanced towards the mutant advancing her way. It didn't seem aware of her presence, so if Prism was quiet and sneaky she could hop into her jeep and scurry away.
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Of course things never go as expected.
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She took a step back, but stepped on something that made a noise. The mutant creature looked up and let out an unholy screech. "Shit," she said a popped a few into its head. It collapsed and she was glad it was over. At least, she thought so. More formed into the picture. She counted four, and she knew she was outnumbered. It was time to make a run for it.
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Prism shot her way through two and knocked them down successfully. The other two blocked her path towards the jeep. Oh great, she thought. She checked her rounds and noted that she had one bullet left. She prayed, aimed, and fired at one of them. It nicked it in the shoulder, but it still came at her. And the other one followed suit. She took out a dagger and prepared for the worst.

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