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[lookatthisscar.livejournal.com]

[That was it. The mission was over. Jack had killed her. She had died with her honor, though the world would never know what she sacrificed to help them. They would look upon her with distain; they would think she was a war criminal, but her true dream... that would live on in Jack.]

[She had felt a tired smile tug on her lips as Jack had pointed the Patriot at her. He grew up to be everything she imagined and more; a fine soldier.



So her body laid in the field of white flowers, and as she took her last breath, the flowers slowly turned blood red to a pink hue. She heard no sobs from Jack; no mournful cries. She had raised him well.]

...

[But as she opened her eyes, she hadn't been greeted with the bliss of death or the Sorrow by her side... She woke up in hollow, white halls. She could hear the faint sounds of people having conversations and of the pounding of walking feet. Her eyebrows furrowed as she lifted her tired body, observing her surroundings.]

...What-? This cannot be death... could it?

[She looked down to her suit; it was still bloodied. Something was missing though...


The scar. Where was it!? She momentarily had a rare fit of panic; why was the snake shaped scar on her body gone!? It gave proof that she was a mother... the hope that her beautiful baby boy was still alive. And she had known he still was; she had seen him quite a few times the past few days, but it still was a sentimental thing.]

...Something has gone horribly wrong.

[She lifted herself completely from the ground, looking around. Perhaps she could find someone to tell her of this place...]

((ooc: have an after death!Boss.))

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[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[After meeting up with Snake at the bar, Halie had asked him to join her for movies and snacks at her apartment. They hadn't spent any quality time together since the beach a little while back, so she had taken the opportunity to take advantage of the spare time they had on their hands.]

[She pushed open the door of her apartment, nachos, popcorn, soda, candy and beer in her hands. She shuffled her way to the living area, resting the items on the coffee table and then puttered through her DVD collection for Kill Bill and Full metal Jacket.]

Make yourself at home. Sorry about the mess... I've been working on a new invention... [Trailing off, she switched on her computer and began fiddling with the wires to hook it to her TV.]

_{((ooc: For saltpeppered))}