Are you mouse or a lion?

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    OCC: This rp is about Russians and the Chinese invading America. Now will you hide like a mouse or fight like a lion!? My character is Blake the leader of the civilian resistance against the communist invaders.


    Blake waits in his house slumped against a wall holding a small steak knife waiting for those damn communists to search the house. He heard the patrols storming into houses and taking anything that was worth much or to kill anyone who fought back. Blake's ears perk up when he hears someone come in speaking Russian to another soldier. Blake breathed softly waiting for the man to come up to him ready to slaughter this invader. Blake heard the Russian talk to the other before hearing the door shut. "Idiot waiting for him to come out." He whispers softly. As soon as he saw the Russians foot come into view Blake turned the corner slamming his knife into the mans neck sticking the man to the wall grabbing the mans Ak-47 or the Kalashnikov.

    Naomi stood out on the streets. The soldiers just invaded her house.

    OCC: Hello I also want atleast a paragraph per post :3 or Atleast 3 sentences.


    Blake slumps back against the wall holding the assault rifle close to him ready to kill the next man that came through that door to check on the soldier. Blake smirked when the man walked in 5 minutes later to check on his buddy yelling something in Russian when he saw his fellow soldier against the wall with a knife in his throat. Blake waited for the man to go up the stairs before he Jumped away from the wall firing 5 shots into the man watching him drop quickly dead as a rat. Blake ducks around the corner again. "25 shots left."

    Anna sat in her closet crying softly with her hands over her head she could hear the Russians in her living room invading her home of her 17 years of life. Please don't find me. Please. she thought sadly to herself. She could hear things breaking and people talking in accents she couldn't understand.

    Blake waited to see if any Russians would come in to check if the other 2 were okay. "So they only do two man patrols, idiots." He says getting up and turning the corner seeing the man still speared to the wall by the steak knife and the man against the door down the stairs with 3 bullets in the chest and 2 in the pelvis. "God this will only get harder." He says grabbing the man against the door dragging him upstairs taking off his clothes putting them on himself taking his ammo putting 5 shots into the Ak-47 magazine putting the mans hat on as well. He took the mans military combat knife and his Makarov pistol taking ammo for it before putting both their bodies in the closet. He walks out wearing the Russian army uniform walking into his neighbor Anna's house seeing the two Russian men searching the house. He hears them say something in Russian before Blake pulled out the Makarov pistol he took shooting both the men 3 times in the chest dropping them dead.

    Anna heard the shots and screamed softly at each one "No, no,no." She sobbed pressing her hands to her ears. Their going to find me. Find me and kill me. Oh God please please dont let them check the closet pleeaaassse. she thought to herself so sure she was about to be slaughtered along with with her mother and little brother Sammy who were both dead in the kitchen.

    Blake made his way up the stairs firing 2 shots into each of the Russian soldiers heads spitting on them. "Bastards!" He says reloading the pistol before seeing Anna's brother and mother dead in the kitchen. "These bastards!" He growls. "Anna where are you?" He says looking around for her not seeing her body.

    She sniffles and covered her mouth looking up Blake? Blake! "Blake?" She called softly through her tears. Standing a little she looked through a tiny crack in the door. She was so terrified.

    "Anna are you okay." He whispers to her looking around for her pointing his pistol at the end of the hallway watching for any Russians.

    Am I okay?! My family is dead! "I'm scared." She said a littlittle louder still crying. She put her forehead against the door and sighed. She already missed them. Poor Sammy. Only ten. She never thought he Russians would come into her home. Much less kill.

    "It's okay I'm here now." He says slowly opening the closet door. "Come on put on the soldiers clothes and their weapons, we need to get to the woods if we want to live for more then 2 days."

    She nodded and looks around "Were there any female soldiers? Im too small for th males." She said sadly. She needed a hug. Or alcohol. She want to collapse next to her brothers body and die.

    "Yes there is one over there." He said pointing to one with shots in the chest and stomach with her head missing from the shots.

    She squeaked and covered her mouth "That- that's a lot of blood." She said fighting the urge to vomit. She didn't dare go to the body. "I'll ... ill wear the guys." She said taking the shirt if a scrawny man. Although it'd still be pretty big.

    "Okay hurry grab his supplies and weapons." He says grabbing the females body and throwing it into the bathroom hiding the body.

    She did as told getting his supplies, but when it came time to change she stared at Blake.
    (Yeah short but I couldn't think of much. Wont happen again.)

    OCC: it's fine it happens.


    Blake looked at her before turning away so she could change now. He still held the pistol ready to kill anyone who came in.