Thread: Nothing is picture perfect.

Kyubey said Karel Delamarcis - Human trafficker and slave market mogul Rafael 'Daz Bones' - Contractor, Leader of the Hell's First Dates mercenary contingency Mikoto Mishida - Journalist Natalie - Amelia Sm ith - Missing Photographer, Slave 0109 Joanna Lark - Slave, 0093 Kim Hyung So - Slave, 0042 Melissa Ashford - Slave, 0056 Rebecca Moore - Slave, 0087 Trees uprooted and mud in almost every path, the ground was rocky and the route seemingly unsafe. Was this really the reason why the driver had stopped? En route the appearances of trees toppled left and right did present the reality of the conditions at Roanpur. A small Caribbean island, it had long served as a trading post for the English during the Imperial Age, now left mostly inhabited by natives and workers in the docks and naval yards. World powers scrambled frantically to try and save the little Island's failing infrastructure, in hopes of re-establishing the freight train routes. The only island close enough to the USA, able to circumnavigate through the pacific did present a security insurance otherwise unavailable sailing through Pirate-infested waters near the horn of Africa. Lately, the Gorge, typically undisturbed by both industrialism and it's natives remained that way, mostly. However, under the cover of night...an illegal business had sprung up almost overnight. Taking advantage of loose laws pertaining to shipping and handling, human traffickers had stationed themselves in the valley, hidden under thick canopies. With the Hurricane having passed, ships containing human cargo could be easily lost to ships returning back to their home countries having delivered aid, a perfect cover under the guise of humanitarianism. Almost 30 girls in all, collared and marked, were forced from trucks earlier and forced into 'Camp Smiles' , a hell on earth. Stored within small prisons against the mountain, various implements, from crosses, stockades and even wooden horses were set up just outside and inside. The complex had a long building, outside it were stakes driven into the ground to hold prisoners and torture them. Armed guards, holding Kalashnikovs would patrol regularly, getting their fill from the helpless flesh that were confined in the Camp. From a distance, however, almost a kilometer away from the rest area, a solitary figure stumbled towards Jessica's way. Creamy Peach-colored skin exposed, slightly darkened by mud or dirt as the figure, with a weakened gait that gave away starvation. A heavy metal collar was affixed to her neck, a dazed look over her glazed amber-brown eyes. No journalist could possibly miss that Natalie-Amelia Smith, 20 years old. She was a Journalist student who had went over with an organization that vowed to show the truth about Darfur. She was supposedly taken away by the Janjaweed insurgents in a UN hospital at a village just a few months ago, held at ransom only to vanish entirely from the face of the map in as little as 3 days. As she stumbled and fell to the ground panting, one could only wonder what would a kidnap victim taken from Africa end up here, halfway across the world? Click to expand... Miko looked through the lens of her camera and began taking photos of local wildlife. Being new to this place gave her a lot of opportunities to explore and photograph a lot of things, a lot of birds. She focused on one bird, it was black with white stripes all over her belly. Mmmmm interesting. She smiled taking a few photos when something caught her eyes, there was what appeared to be a prison out in the distance. Zooming in Mikoto Mishida focused on the prison and how they collared girls, What the fuck.. Shaking her head she began to take photograph after photograph, With this info I can get a hell loads of money wait a minute is that her?. She took the picture of a fellow journalist getting collar by what appeared to be a steel collar. I dont know what the hell is going on but this government is one I cannot trust, I need to go back to the US and get the government involved in this. These people did I just discover a underground slave ring?.... she took a couple of pictures of how the people were brought there and collared. Then her camera went to the torture devices all over the place. Looking around the place she decided to get out of there before things got worst. She took the roll out and closed it before digging a small hole and placing it there. She would come back for it later but somehow she needed to get more evidence. Grinning finally she picked up her camera and stored it away before standing up and beginning to walk out. She had a long way back to her room, thankfully the camera recorded it all in an internal memory as well as the negative roll, so even if her camera was taken away she still have the negative as evidence. Humming she began walking back to her car with a big smirk on her face.