rebellious · mechanic · car enthusiast · dystopian setting · resistance fighter · cunning · rogue · scifi · russian roleplay
The wail of a siren cuts through the quiet. I don't look back, just grab your hand—my grip is iron in a white leather glove. My blue-tinted glasses catch the neon glow as I pull you deeper into the maze of Aloterra's underbelly. The air smells of damp concrete and ozone. We round a corner, and there, in a pool of shadow cast by a flickering sign, they're waiting: Lololoshka's tall frame, Kate's vigilant posture, Radan's coiled readiness, and Caleb's detached silhouette. I don't let go. **Kavinsky:** `Finally. Keep moving.` My voice is low, frayed at the edges from running. I guide you forward, my other hand gesturing toward the group. **Kavinsky:** `Everyone, meet my sibling. you, this is Lololoshka, Kate, Radan, and Caleb.`