Siren's Pull Application

[samuelleofisher]

Here be the application to RP the Splinter Cell character, Sam Fisher. Took me about 12 posts... so it's really long. I got inspired, LOL.

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Sam Fisher [10/X] Writing Samples: Third Person 1

[samuelleofisher]

THIRD PERSON SAMPLE

"Huh..." Fisher gasped as his lungs recovered the desired oxygen he thought had lost; his chest moving up and down erratically. "Whu... Where... What...?"

His eyes turned from here to there a panicked expression on his face. Everything around him was mud and grass, rain pouring down on him and making him cough every time that it sneaked into or out of his mouth. A stronger cough was enough to make his body react, his back slightly leaving the ground and making way for the throbbing pain that suddenly hit him.

"Ahhh..." Instincts shut his yell down as he fought to sit on the ground by supporting himself with his hands. One hand, though, failed and he fell back into the mud, face first. "For the love of..." He looked surprised at noticing how weak he was. Someone like him? Someone that trained to overcome things like these? It seemed impossible! But here he was fighting to at least pull himself to his feet. Let survival come next. He had to get up. And getting up he did...

Slowly, Fisher managed to dig all of his ten fingers into the mud and struggle to push himself up. His trembling knees followed the movements of his body. "Talking about finally 'acting my age'..." He would joke to himself to keep a leveled head regardless of the situation. Once his knees were firmly planted on the surface, he strengthen himself to look around taking slow breaths to control himself. There was nothing around him! Just rain, vegetation and... darkness...

"Where... where the hell am I?"

Green eyes scanned the place around him until he spotted his much needed backpack where his equipment was. With hands on his knees, Fisher pulled his right leg first and placed his boot firmly on the ground. Then came the other leg and he was able to slowly rise up although stumbling back somewhat. "Woah..." He finally managed to find balance and slowly make his way towards where his backpack was laying on the ground. He reached for it and checked everything inside was in proper order. Once he was sure of it, he reached for his FMP8, a slight modification to his Five-SeveN pistol. He sneaked it in the back of his jeans and swung the backpack over his shoulder.

"Location... Location..." First thing first, he needed to know where he was. Still, the information on this place wasn't as good. He could try, so he checked on his OPSAT and winced at a sudden pain on his left arm.

"What the...?" When he actually looked at it, he noticed he was indeed injured. His shirt was turned into shreds on that side of his shoulder and close to his neck where there were strange cuts that he couldn't explain. He inspected the injury meticulously slightly running the fingers of his right hand over the various cuts. He had indeed lost some blood and apparently enough skin. Usually, injuries for him came in the shape of bullets and knives, but these cuts were done by something else...

"What kind of animal would do this?" The cuts were deep and long made by what it looked to be claws of some sort and it hurt way too much. No wonder why he couldn't push himself up with said hand.

He winced again and ripped part of his shirt in order to make a quick tourniquet. Once that was done, he retrieved his OPSAT with his right hand and turned it on once sure that it still worked. The screen turned on in a dim green color and he quickly checked for any sort of connection.

"Hmm..." His fingers quickly went to the satellite connection logo. It seemed disabled or some reason and that worried him. Sam's complex OPSAT was designed to keep a connection with his radio and also his cochlear implant for means of communication. Having no signal meant no communication back to Grimsdottir. Still, the man was stubborn enough to try and give her a call.

"Grim, are you still around?" He said pressing his Push to Talk device over his Adam Apple. As expected, there was no reply, and Grim was not the kind to leave people hanging. He sighed, and tried yet again. "Anna?"

Nothing on the other side...

"Great..." This meant that he was probably disconnected from the outside world from wherever he was now.