“Hey, Ulaz...You mentioned one time how you never got to really experience snow. Since the snow storm cleared up, you want to see it?” She asked with a smile.

“I promise--If you end up not liking it, we’ll go back inside. I just knew you’d appreciate it more than someone who would take it for granted.”

Dead bandits surrounded the area, signifying something plowed though the area. Whoever did this was either tough as nails or not human, or both. The answer, the very answer ot this situation, lied hidden away in the most convoluted place of all. A porta-potty. That being said, the what would be called a walking slaughterhouse spilled himself out of the fece-covered chamber.

A tall, slender figure, holding a revolver that seemed to be merged with some strange alien tech, just collapsed to the floor with smoking bullet holes in his vest. He's fine, just tired.

@voiidlost continued from here.

Sleep-- It seemed like forever since she’s slept decently. Too many thoughts ran amok in her mind, too many times has she stirred in the middle of the night...

                --But tonight would prove to be different...

Hearing her alien acquaintance cry out, caused her to raise her head, and look in his direction, moving to sit up in her own bed. They were in a place long since abandoned;  Some sort of Military Barracks. Lying low, shielding themselves from the snow storm.

“Hey--”

“--What? Haven’t seen a Siren before?”

She asked in an incredulous voice, perking up a brow as she looked over at--Well, whatever he was, as she rested her hand on her exposed tattooed hip, and cocked it to the side.

Angsty Torture/Interrogation Starters | Accepting!

At this point, it was hard to tell how much longer she would last…Torture had now gone on for days. She hadn’t ate, hadn’t slept. She remained silent, didn’t break or reveal anything. Her shaking, and her tattoo’s flickering wouldn’t cease. Defiantly, her eyes would slowly meet her torturer.“–Yeah…Real fun.”

She was waiting for the perfect opportune moment to break free. She just had to wait a little longer, saving as much of her energy as she could to make her escape…She had been here long enough.

–Suddenly, she used her powers to make her torturer levitate and crash into the controls powering the restraints on the torture chair. She casually stood up, approaching them, grasped her torturer by the collar of their shirt, and rammed them against the nearest wall.

“–But, don’t you think this is much more fun? I never belonged in some cage.”

The chill in the air rushed past the sneaking Siren on the run, trying to avoid a Hyperion Bot Patrol in the area. It wasn’t that she couldn’t take them, but they had trackers behind their back panels. Enough damage applied to them would send back-up, and more would keep coming. She couldn’t afford that, not now. Not when she was low on supplies. Not after the days she was away from home, to find salvage to ‘make her living’.  --But danger lurked everywhere, and the snow storm offered nothing in allowing her to find Sanctuary, where she finally had a home she could call her own...

Hearing something snap, she instantly reached for her gun holstered to her side.

“--Who the fuck are you?! Show yourself!”

She wasn’t about to play games. She used a bit of her powers, to absorb a small amount of the snow in the wind, making it easier to see.