OOC: So, here's the thread! ^_^ I'll be using Julia Anne, and the others will be using whomever they wish. Seeing how I'm not the only person in this battle, the others are allowed to come up with their own set of rules, guidelines, etc.

But, for now.. let us begin!

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Chapter 00:
Meeting at the Beginning

The roaring of a helicopter created some kind of lively stirr in a once lifeless place, as it's blades orbitted, the humming beast coming to a dilatory landing in the front yard of an abandoned building. With it's dusty windows, worn paint, and lawn of weed, the place had aged without much consideration taken to it's appearance, and as the blades of the helicopter ceased to move, the inquiring eyes inside couldn't help wondering how many years it's been since a person last occupied it.

One set of eyes, however, looked at the house as if it had something it was hiding. Julia Anne, comfortably strapped in an eternal hug looked at the house with sympathy, as if it were a puppy kicked and left to starve. The pilot removed his equipment with noise and looked back at Julia, only to meet her eyes, whereupon looking quickly away, suddenly becoming uncomfortable.

He coughed momentairly, and spoke with a smooth husky voice, "Ma'am."

Julia gracefully bowed her head, as the two guards on both sides of her unbuckled thier seatbelts in an periodic pattern, reaching over to help Julia with her own. In a matter of a few moments, Julia's feet had touched ground for the first time in over twelve hours, and her hair was a tassle of tangly greasy mess above her head. The same guards appeared again on both sides of her and guided her like a blind man to the very front gates, "Can we help you with anything else, Miss Anne?"

"No."

It was a habitual cloudy day; fields of moldy yellow grass stretched out for miles only hitting an old barn and barren dead like trees on the way, with no lushes vegetation close by or even the insects working at thier routine actions of pollination. One could only assume that it was late autumn, and the few cinnamon brown leaves that kicked up with the slighest hint of wind could tell you that winter would be around the corner very shortly, and the approaching winter season was biting at the tip of Julia's nose as the three bodies entered the gates.

"Would you like for us to loosen the straps for you, Miss?" one of the guards spoke up. He was about six feet and very langy, with his bony joints protruding from the elbows and knees of his suit, wearing the frabric thin. His counterpart, the man on the other side of Julia stood about average height with a blank tank top on and sweats. He wasn't much for 'dress to impress'. It didn't matter regardless, though, with his built figure, the ladies didn't mind what he wore. His head was shaven and he had one set of amazingly cyan coloured eyes.

The cage closed mechancily behind them. Julia looked back, and for a few moments said nothing, until both guards looked to her, "What's wrong?"

"Don't forget my duck."

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