Thanks for the question, it’s a very interesting one I’ve never thought of!
Camila has a fear of heights, she freezes up but, someone could probably help her through the situation though.
Gwen is claustrophobic, her brother locked her in a small dark space once for hours when they were younger and it really freaks her out now.
Silanna is afraid of silence. She’s literally always able to hear what’s going on in Earth, conversation, nature sounds, etc. so not being able to hear anything would scare the crap out of her. That’s why when she lost her powers, it wasn’t just heartbreaking but also really scary for her.
Emily has really bad stage fright. She loves to play guitar but would never do it for a crowd, she has only played for a small amount of people.
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I received a prompt long ago to demonstrate “Anna’s title.” While I do not wish to say what that is because of reasons of metagaming, here is the story I wrote nonetheless because I’m really proud of it. (Part of the prompt was also that Anna must speak three truths and a lie in a single paragraph.)
"Yes. Yes, I'll marry you."
Silas stood up and wrapped his arms around her and she did the same to him as the bar erupted in applause. The feeling was surreal, and given all that had happened since she arrived in Foster, no one was going to blame Anna for that feeling. In the course of 24 hours she had died, been tattooed, and now engaged. Silas spoke to someone, probably Jo, who had been sitting right there for the entire proposal.
"She said yes," he said.
"I said yes." Anna repeated quietly, clinging on to Silas for as long and as tightly as she could.
She didn't know if she was reassuring him or reassuring herself, but the words felt so far away. Silas did not feel far away, for once, and she held on to the feeling and held on to him as much as she could in that moment. He always ran away, yes, but for right now he was here. Anna had never before had something she wanted to hold on so tightly to. She had never been allowed by the rules. Now that they were gone...
She banished the thought. It had no place in this moment.
They eventually released each other, the tavern finally quieting the hoots and hollers of celebration. It felt good to know that, despite the nasty things that had been said about Anna in regards to Silas, that everyone in this room, right now, wanted them to be together and be happy.
No sooner had they broken their embrace than they heard screams for help. They looked at each other and both of them knew that they were thinking about the previous discussion about Silas running away so much, and how much it hurt Anna.
"I have to-" Silas started.
"Let's go." Anna insisted.
The bar broke out in applause once more as Silas bolted outside, followed by Anna. She was immediately stopped by someone. Anna had no idea what they were saying, she just watched as Silas ran over the bridge and around the bend in the path that led to the other side of camp, out of sight. Anna began to explain that she didn't have time to talk, that she had to follow Silas. No sooner had the words left her mouth than shouting resounded from the very place Silas had just disappeared. The printer jumped to, narrowly avoiding colliding with a few people who just stood there, knowing good and well they heard it, too.
Her footing came out from under her as she crossed the bridge and Anna fell squarely on her hip. She growled in frustration and pushed herself back up, almost losing her balance again as she kicked off the ground. Anna turned the corner, expecting to see the person who initially called for help, maybe with a few others fighting off raiders or zed. No. What she saw was Silas, on his back, being torn into by a river hunter, calling for help, alone.
Something snapped somewhere inside Anna and she was overcome with an anger she knew well, but had never acted on it outside of what the Gravemind made her do only the night before. Anna shoved the syringe into her pocket as she turned on her heels and ran back to the bar.
"BARRY!" She screamed. Heads turned at the sound, startled by Anna's reappearance and the force of her shouting. "I NEED MY BAG! NOW!"
Connecticut, poor thing, scrambled inside as Anna crossed the bridge again and was out in a flash, holding out the bag for her to take.
"Here you go!"
"I only need my knife," Anna said with a tone of finality, one hand closing around the handle of the weapon and the other pitching the bag to the side.
"Since when does Anna have a knife?" Connecticut asked the others at the tavern, but Anna was already over the bridge again. She rounded the corner and ran straight towards the river hunter still chewing on Silas.
"YOU GET THE FUCK OFF OF HIM!" she screamed, and started swinging.
Anna had never before run towards a zed. She had never brandished a weapon to use it. She had never stopped to save someone this way. She had never felt so completely unafraid.
She had never had something she wanted to hold onto more than her own life.
"Anna, get Rex!" Silas was gasping. "Get out of here Anna, run!"
SLASH.
That was for not letting her grieve.
SLASH.
That was for saying she didn't love him.
SLASH.
That was for not listening.
SLASH.
That was for taking her life out of her control.
River hunters were damn fast. Anna stepped back from her assault just long enough to plunge a needle into her arm, her own cuts quickly knitting up enough for her to keep swinging, Silas asking her to run the entire time. She did not run. She WOULD not run.
SLASH.
That was for taking her memories.
SLASH.
That was for taking her rules.
SLASH.
That was for taking her name and calling her 'Mouse'.
SLASH.
That was for taking her dignity and saying she was crazy.
The zed collapsed at her feet, wheezing and grasping for her with its twisted hands. Anna reaffirmed her grip on the knife she brandished and brought it down against the thing's neck.
SLASH.
That was for denying her vengeance.
The corpse fell still. Anna took no time to relish the feeling of killing her first thing. Instead, she turned to Silas, the adrenaline still rushing though her, and she stuck him with one of her needles (Perhaps a little harder than necessary) still clinging to the knife with her other hand. Discarding the syringe, she hauled Silas to his feet and started to tug him back to the bar, assuring him that people had gotten to Rex. She spit twice onto the ground, unbridled rage still coursing through her.
It wasn't until NOW that people had left the bar to see what the commotion was.
"BARRY." Anna snapped. The doctor stopped in his tracks.
"I need you in two minutes."
"Can it wait, Miss Mason, I need to--"
"NO. IT CAN'T."
Anna continued to pull Silas along, ignoring the confused looks she was getting due to the weapon she still clung to. The printer got Silas to a seat and made sure he was okay first, but she needed to get something done.
"Barry!" She called again, leaving the bar and retrieving her bag from where it was thrown. "I need you to do something for me."
"What can I do, Miss Mason?"
Anna shoved her knife into her bag and sat down on the bench in front of the fire pit, pointing to the mark next to her left eye.
"I need you to cut this tattoo off my face."
"You-- what?"
"I NEED THIS TATTOO OFF OF ME. NOW."
"O-okay. Um. Let me get--"
"No, now. We're doing this now." A small crowd had started to gather. "ANYBODY HAVE ANY HOOCH? 'Cause this is going to hurt like a bitch."
Spas jumped up and pulled a bottle from his pack, followed by three shotglasses. He set them on the bench next to Anna and poured the shots, handing one to her which she promptly knocked back. It burned and Anna was not used to drinking, but anything to numb the pain of what was about to happen. Doctor Pierce seemed to be all nerves at this sudden idea of cutting away the skin next to her eye. Setting down the empty shotglass next to her, she asked someone to hand him a shot. Barry took a drink and reached for Anna's knife to do the honors.
For Baywalkers, getting a tattoo hurt significantly less than it did for the other strains. It was part of their culture. They had a tolerance. Getting one cut off, however, was quite the experience. Anna gritted her teeth as her own blade scraped at the skin over her temple and she felt the blood run down the side of her face.
"What does it mean?" Someone asked. "What does the tattoo mean?"
"It means I can't use a weapon."
The crowd just kind of looked at one another while Anna bit back her screams of pain, reaching for another shot.
"It's not who I am anymore," she muttered. No one heard.
"Sam know what happened next," the Semper said, followed by a bit of silence as he absorbed her story. Anna looked around them, hating the feeling of staring, especially at a Semper Mort. She reached up and touched the scar that had formed over her temple where the mark had been. It had defined her for eight years, but one promise she made had undone it's power. Anna Mason didn't break promises.
"You remember what I told you, Sam?" Anna asked quietly. "Do you remember what I said to you that night outside the morgue?"
He nodded. " 'Fear is the thing that will kill us,' " he recited. "Sam not forget."
She nodded and gave him a little smile of encouragement, glad that her words had stuck with him. "You don't think you can help people because you can't heal them anymore. But who would have expected me to run out there to save Silas?"
Sam thought about it but clearly wasn't certain what she wanted him to say. He looked away as he thought, then back at her expectantly. She wanted him to come to the conclusion himself, so she gave him a hint.
"Who would have expected Anna 'Mouse' Mason to run towards danger to save someone else?"
"Anna love Silas," Sam stated with an air of insistence. "Anna not Mouse. Anna not... not let anything happen."
"That's right," she said with an encouraging nod, "And who does Sam love?"
The Semper went very quiet. Anna's eyebrows raised by degrees as she watched the pieces click together in his mind.
"Who does Sam love?" She asked again.
"Sam love... friends. Sam love Gatorland," he answered slowly and earnestly.
"And?"
"Sam... not... let... anything happen to friends..."
The printer let Sam’s own words hang in the air for a few long moments. He looked away from her, furrowing his brow at the ground.
"You gave up how you defined yourself to help the people you love," she said. "Do you know how incredibly hard that is? How brave that makes you?"
He seemed reluctant to answer. Anna sighed quietly and leaned forward, even though it was just the two of them sitting across from each other, with no one else there to hear.
"Do you think I was afraid? When I saved him, do you think I was afraid?"
"No," Sam said to the ground between them. "Anna brave."
Taken aback by his declaration, she laughed a little, a bashful and nervous sound. But she shook her head as he glanced up at her.
"What if I failed to save Silas?"
"Anna not fail."
"What if I did? What if he died and I couldn't do anything?"
Again he didn't want to speak. She understood. She, herself, was feeling conflicted about the things she was confessing to Sam in trying to console him. Expressing feelings was... gross. It was a Baywalker thing, but it was especially an Anna thing, given how she was raised. Do not form attachments. Do not let your emotions lead you to make compromised choices. Do not put anything before yourself.
Boy, had all that gone to hell.
"Sam has saved people before," she started. He hung his head again but she kept going. "Weren't you scared that you were going to fail?"
"Yes."
"But you did it anyway, you didn't fail."
"No."
"Why? If you were scared, why did you do it?"
"Sam... had to try," he said. "Sam could not do nothing."
"Why not? If you never try, you can never fail, right, it can't be your fault?"
"Because Sam want to help!" He said, and Anna thought she caught sight of tears in his eyes. "Sam just want to help," he repeated quietly. She let the silence linger as she collected her words, trying best to sum up what she needed him to hear.
"Bravery is when we try to do our best, even when we're afraid that we might fail. Sam is brave," she declared, and when she did, he hung his head again and sniffled. She tried not to stare, but she didn't want to look away from him. "Sam is brave for what he did. Sam is brave for WANTING to help after everything that happened. And even when Sam fails, it doesn't make him any less good." Anna ran out of thoughts. She just looked at the Semper and tried to think of what else to say to console him. What would she want to hear? If she were him, what would it take?
"We can't replace you," she finally said slowly. "You are not useless. You fight for the people you love. And... we love you back."
There was no doubt that the Semper was crying. She let him. There was no one around to stare. She leaned back and turned her face to a lovely breeze that had come through. She had said all she needed him to hear. Anna was certain that now he understood. But she waited. A minute or so passed before he sat up, wiping off his face with the back of his hand. She glanced over at him, hoping that he might say something conclusive. Something to assure her that he got the point of the story, and that he knew now that it was silly for him to think he couldn't help people.
"Was Anna afraid?" He asked quietly instead.
She drew in a slow breath and looked away from him, thinking how best to word her answer. It wasn't a thing she liked to think about. And she wanted this discussion over with.
"I'm not going to let anything take Silas away. I've always been afraid, but I've never broken a promise. I promised him I would be his family, and I know I would do anything if it meant not losing him, no matter how afraid I might be. " She paused for a long time and bit her lip. Finally, looking down between them and taking a deep breath to steady her voice, Anna said:
"I can't afford to be afraid anymore, or else I'm going to be replaced."
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Dystopia Rising IC writing under the cut. Rambly and not well put together.
I miss having a family. I miss being happy with people. But looking back, I realise that I never really felt loved by anyone except dad. Even then, I still felt like more of a burden. I have always felt like a burden to people. Even to Silas. He said he wanted to tattoo me. And I know he loves me. Dad loved me. He wouldn’t break the rules for me, though. He didn’t break them for mom. Not sure why part of me expected better. Just like I’ll never expect Silas to change his ways for me. But it breaks my heart that he doesn’t. Does that make me a bad person? That I wish he would stop running away from me, no matter who he had to save?
He’s always running away from me. Leaving me behind. Telling me to go and wait. He doesn’t know what it feels like. People respect him, they trust him. I don’t trust them with him. Every time he runs away from me, it could be the last time. He makes me live with that. The last time I ran from my family, I never saw them again. And they aren’t looking for me. I ran and they let me run.
I hate to let him run.
Because I don’t think anyone would bring him back to me.
Eric (Player of Doctor Silas) suggested I write out the first Silas/Anna interaction to begin this little project I'm going to work on to help me purge DR feelings. Very short, but it's a thing, I guess. So. Yeah. Publishing for no good reason.
The air filled with the terrible roar of a tank, followed by the groaning of the shamblers that always surrounded them when they sprouted. It was close. Much too close for Anna's liking, and she instantly broke into a sprint towards the safest place possible; Baywalker cabin. As usual, there were people on the porch who jumped up to either go deal with the tank or go into the cabin. The others didn't see her coming and started to close themselves inside, but Doctor Silas, standing just inside the cabin, spotted her and pulled the door back open.
Silas waved her in, stepping aside barely in time for her to barrel though the door and close it behind her. While the others inside looked around for their weapons or wrung their hands about the situation, Anna dropped to the floor and pulled herself under one of the beds, and she was gone in seconds. No one seemed to notice. She folded herself up as small as possible and listened to the shouting coming from outside. The others prepared themselves for the incoming zed, listening for the heavy steps upon the porch. There weren't enough fighters outside to stop it from happening anyway.
With a sudden fierce howl, the door splintered and snapped, and the roar shook her as the tank busted into the cabin. All she could see were the feet of the others in the cabin, watching them step back and forth as they attacked the creature, but it was too strong. With one crushing swing, everyone inside was knocked back and within moments, they were all down. Doctor Silas was thrown to the ground right next to the bed she was tucked away under, bleeding badly. The tank, with apparently no one else to wound as screams for help all rose up at once, turned from the doorway and left.
Silas looked around at the others who were hurt and she saw the pain on his face that was not because of his own injury. He could not get up to save them. Anna reached out and grabbed his wrist, eliciting a shocked noise from the Doctor, who had no idea of the survivor tucked away mere inches from where he fell.
"I got you, Silas," she said quietly as she twisted herself to stop his bleeding and patch him up. The screams for help continued for the others, but Anna knew if she could get Silas on his feet, he would help them. He always did.
