Alinta

Alinta was very slowly making her way through each floor, doing little but wandering around the main settlement, before moving up a floor. After all...Oscar told her she should explore the other floors, maybe she'd find something nicer higher up - find a reason to venture out of the safe zone and actually work on fighting. The woman doubted it. Any levels or experience she had gained were purely radial. The woman had barely lifted a finger. Her one foray into battle did not end well and Alinta wasn't looking at throwing herself into deaths throws anytime soon. She had made herself somewhat use

As frustrated as Alinta was, there was a level of comfort his arm around her shoulder brought her. Alinta sighed, shifting her gaze away from Oscar. "Hmmm..." Her lips pressed to the can and she took another long drink. She didn't agree with him. Not in the slightest. "Just because they haven't drawn their weapons..." Alinta said with the resolution of someone who wouldn't change her mind. "Doesn't mean they didn't take innocent lives. Do you really think they deserve fun?" She would point out toward Vex in particular. "That man looks insane." Even with him dancing freely...there was just some

“You know, I’ve seen lemons less sour. I’m gonna call it a personal failure if you don’t enjoy yourself.” Alinta shrugged, trying to regain her confident demeanor - closing her eyes and shifting away from the nearest orange cursor. "Well, consider it a personal failure then." She said with a flick of her hair over her shoulder. Serves him right for not responding to her. He had passed her another drink and Alinta glanced down, fingers fiddling with the can. Perfectly manicured and painted nails finding their way beneath the pull tap pshhst. She opened the can and took a small sip. It

Alinta blinked, still drinking from her cheap ass can of beer. Vaguely, she recalled someone mentioning a glitched event a few floors up. Something about getting drunk, or being able to get drunk? Maybe she should try and get a few people to help her with it. But... that meant talking to strangers- befriending them. Alinta wasn't really sure she was ready to do that. With all her confidence and bravado, she wasn't really great at the whole meet cute friendship or otherwise thing. Violet eyes shifted, silently watching Oscar as he berated the blonde man. She smirked, then laughed out loud at th

Cracking open another beer Alinta watched the odd exchange beside her. She assumed the little airhead was hooking up with the blonde or something. Considering she was all touchy-feely over his chest. "Wow." Alinta said as she drank from her can. She watched as another woman had tried to approach him but backed off - "Don't think I've ever seen an actual cock-blocking in real time." Alinta made a note of the scenario - it'd be a good thing to write about later in one of her fan fiction books. Oscar then approached her, quickly calling her babe - then - being the absolute social butterf

**** Alinta hadn't done much since her run in with Oscar - there was no reason to. Why leave the safety of the first floor? Why bother? The only reason why she had decided to leave the safety of the village was because it was Oscar had invited her. She hadn't heard from the man since he dragged her on that quest. So it was a surprise to hear from him again. The redheaded woman figured she'd accept the invitation. Ever the woman of style Alinta wore some form fitting shorts over a hi-rise bikini, and a sheer shoulder less bolero. trimmed with the finest of black silk. How could she af

He was being comforting, and Alinta soaked it up. Each iota of warmth. She burried her face in the crook of his neck and took multiple deep breaths. She was so excited to fight, but it flickered away like a dying flame - and she was practically a mewling kitten in his warms. "Its okay." Alinta mumbled as he hefted her easily onto his back. Alinta Squeezed him tighter. "I wanna be better." She admitted as he carried her slowly back to the village. "You're....very warm." She mumbled. "And...even though I got scared - I enjoyed myself. And, it made me think maybe I could be a little bit be

Again the thing went for her, and Alinta felt like she was going to throw up. Was this how she was going to die? All the excitement she felt earlier, the quips and jabs, flirtatious remarks - they all ran through her head - all of that - leading to her death - Alinta dropped to her knees and covered her head. What did it feel like to die here? Would it be instantaneous? Would it hurt? Would she wake up in the real world? No....that was just blissful ignorance. A whimper fell from her lips. Then, the sound of metal carving flresh - clanging - and a rupture followed. Alinta chanced to

His reply concerned her - but at the same time...confused her. "Wait...so it is a thing?" Alinta asked confused- and it was only available in...private areas. She stared at Oscar, the gears slowly ticking in her head. He didn't mean morality... as in straight up morals he meant.... "Oh." HIs follow up questions.... "But wait. Does that mean that you've never... you know...." Never...what....He wasn't implying that, was he? He mentioned applauding her restraint, and suddenly it all began to click together. He meant...people would actually get down and dirty in this game? "A-Are you

"D-disable...what now!?" Alinta asked as she stared at him in disbelief, there was no way.... Alinta quickly opened her menu, trying to find anything in her settings ....was it even in the settings? No? Huh...was he... "OSCAR!" Alinta shouted in frustration. "Y-You're not supposed to lie to a woman you're trying to court!" Was he trying to do that? It very much seemed that way. She almost believed him for a second, because - it could have been very real. After all - PKers were a thing right? She had heard rumors of Chuckling Coffin was it? A whole group of people whose morals were very questi

As Oscar rolled off her Alinta rolled to her side and pushed herself off the ground, her feet sunk into the loose sand - up to her ankles and she groaned, feeling the tiny grains filing all the crevices of her shoes..that’d be a pain to deal with later. Still with her back facing him Alinta reached up and pressed her fingers to her lips. It was nothing more than an accident, but…it had all felt so real. She could really feel the tingling warmth of his skin. Really taste the salt of his sweat - and the granules of sand that clung to her lips. “It felt so real…” She whispered quietly, as t

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," Alinta nodded. "Y-Yeh. I guess I am." Her eyes shifted behind him at the Terra Firma. It was...daunting this close. Scary. She shifted herself back 3 feet, still on her butt - ensuring she was far enough away that Oscar could essentially wrestle with it as much as he wanted to. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths - a mix of adrenaline and fear fighting for dominance within her. She was putting on a brave front but truth be told she was quaking in her sneakers. Literally. She was shaking. But - There was something about him that made her feel safe.

Her face was covered in sand; and her white crop stained. Her shoulders were tinged an angry glowing red- early signs of sunburn - for she did not have the survival skill. Still, Alinta laughed, a melodious and carefree laugh as she feebly tried to push sand out of her face. “This…is actually kind of fun.” She laughed. So, Alinta - wanted to try again. She bent down and tied up her shoelace and hopped on one foot then the other to test them. “Okay. Okay. Let’s go Alinta.” And go - she did, this time, Alinta got closer now to the Shark like beast. Almost close enough to punch it, but as Os

Stand there and look pretty huh Alinta sighed, feeling a pang of uselessness bubble up inside her core that she didn't like one bit. Here was a man who had been nothing but kind to her, even going as far as to offer her food - and she was just...standing there and looking pretty. Her lavender eyes cast downward at her perfectly manicured, perfectly painted nails - then down to her feet - stylish sneakers. Her entire appearance was comfy, but, was it an affront to people like Oscar who were fighting hard? Then...came the offer - she perked up, offering him a big smile. "Y-Yeh! Okay!"

Alinta covered her eyes, squealing when she watched the giant shark creature lunge at Oscar. This wasn't even the frontlines! This was floor five! FIVE!? And things were this monstrous? How did anyone go beyond that? How did anyone have the guts to fight the actual floor bosses? She peered at him through her fingers - the beast was practically gnawing on him. But...he ...seemed fine? It was almost like a chihuahua fighting something 10 times its size. "Uhm..." Alinta pulled her hands fully away from her face - then - she slowly stood. It was almost comical how Oscar fought with the be