User:Soldier woman

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It's amazing how sight can be taken away so quickly. Alexandra Mandrikez walked out of the white washed lounge and into the dim, but pitch black room of the First Class Cabin. Her dark locks swayed on her shoulders side to side as her hands groped the heads of the seats down the aisle. Pausing ever so often to look back, she sighed seeing nothing there. Her instincts still told her to check, just in case. What felt like hours, were really only minutes as she walked down the aisles, wandering.=====

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Turning around once more, she saw someone following her. The young veteran Colonel's silver gray hues were trained to see in the dark. The man that seemed to follow her kept his distance. She remembered him as the man she saw back there in the lounge. He donned Russian Army attire, but tried very hard to remain unseen. Well that certainly failed on his part. She surveyed the cabin, the gears turning in her mind. Quickly, she looked back once more. The man seemed to be distracted. The cabin was basically deserted, and Alex had a plan. Her slender form discreetly disappeared in a crook near an emergency exit. Surely enough, the man walked down the aisle. Alex pulled a chloroform rag from her back pocket. She liked to keep these for 'close encounters'. And, she very much had a lot of fun with it. Grabbing the man, she put him in a headlock, her right arm around his neck as her hand out the rag over his nose and mouth.She whispered in his ear, sh..''" and laughed quietly. He stopped fidgeting and went limp. Alex's left hand that was wrapped around his torso reached down on the holster on his side and removed the 9mil pistol that was there. Alex was strong for a woman. Being a practitioner of Jeet Kune Do had its advantages. Quickly, but quietly, she slit his throat from a switchblade that was hidden in her sleeve that was tied to her hand. Warm liquid seeped down the sleeves of her gray sweater and hands. Now, it was time to find a place to hide the corpse. She slung the body over her shoulder-- surprisingly it was light. She didn't care if anyone saw her bloodied. Its night, they would probably think they were drunk. A soft sigh came on her lips as she hummed to herself, the adrenaline of the kill creeping over her. She approaches a closet a few minutes later. It was tall and lean, probably one of the places where they put the jackets of the staff in. Opening it, she found indeed a storage closet.=====

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She walked in it and laid the body down. "Sleep tight boy." she said. Walking out of the closer, she sighed and made her way to a nearby bathroom. Finding it locked, she kicked the door but it didn't budge. Yes, kicking doors were her way of knocking. An odd smell arose from the locked bathroom. It smelt of a dead body. She walked away to the area where the staff sits around. The little section was fill of carts, TV dinners, sinks and such. Walking to a sink, she took her bloodied sweater off. Oddly, no staff was there. Starting to run the cold water, she soaked her sweater in it, trying to remove the blood stains off of it and her arms. If one were to look at her body, that was currently covered by a tank top and jeans, one would see battle wounds. A long jagged scar ran a long her right arm, stopping at her elbow. Underneath the jeans she wore, a long straight scar that faded a bit was there, from her left knee to her ankles. She didn't care if they were shown really.=====

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Washing her hands, she kept looking at her watch, seeing that her daughter was still asleep. She smiled softly and went back to washing her hands and sweater. Seeing that the stains faded from her sweater, she stopped washing and turned the faucet off. Her smooth but scarred arms and hands found a plastic bag in one of the upper cabinets. Grabbing it, she stuffed her sweater in there. Her arms still slightly damp, she went back to the sink and splashed her face with cold water. Blinking a few times from the chill it gave, she picked up her plastic bag and made her way out of the little area and down the aisle once more. She thought she saw a person in a corner but waved it off. Reaching her seat, she smiled. Her daughter was a heavy sleeper and thankfully no one harmed her. She opened up the upper storage bin and put the plastic bag with her bloodied sweater in there. Sitting back down in her seat, she sighed, weary. Then, she got out a pack of playing cards and pulled out the little table and spread the cards out.=====

I'm a girl.

Also, a roleplayer and a Call of Duty fan as far as I can remember.

The above was a taste of my roleplaying. Add me if you want, www.myspace.com/soldier_woman

I am new to this site, so I'll probably be a noob and ask a lot of questions to random people, haha.

Veteran difficulty for the Call of Duty Series! I am also a Resident Evil fan. ^_^

and, I'll add more when I can.