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Post by Dani on Aug 9, 2006 17:35:12 GMT 12
There were crashing sounds, the sounds of glass breaking, as Anala went through the back of an old art studio. Who the hell needed art anymore? She smashed some of the glass sculptures, picking up the tiny pieces of colored glass and weaving them into her dreads. She wore an old bandana on her head, a deep crimson color that resembled blood. She wore her facepaint, always the warrior. Her toned figure was clothed in a ratty t-shirt with some faded namebrand plastered across the chest and a pair of jeans that looked like they had seen war themselves. Her tennis shoes had been drawn on, little rats traced all over them. The laces were missing.
"There we go, pretty as a picture..." she said a bit sarcastically, walking out the back door of the store and into the alleyway. She made her way towards one of the main streets before leaning up against a brick building and staring out into what used to be a bustling place of commerce. Now it was simply a place for everyone to be, the only neutral territory.
She stood with her arms crossed, her left foot against the wall. A dirty hand reached into an equally dirty pocket and she pulled out a small packet of clove cigarettes, stolen like everything else. A lighter followed, spraypainted black with "Dag" scratched out with a pin.
"Bloody hell I'm bored."
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Serefly
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I Will Eat Your Soul
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Post by Serefly on Aug 10, 2006 21:43:57 GMT 12
"You're not the only one." Sara said. She was leaned up against the wall, staring at this girl. Sara had walked over when she heared the crashing and breaking of glass. From that point, she followed the girl out the back door. Sara walked over to the girl and handed her a cream-yellow paper card. She leaned back up against the wall. Sara pulled out her half-carved wax figure and a knife and began to carve again. She slid her back down the wall, to the point where she was sitting, looking down. Carving. She grabbed some gum and threw it in her mouth. For a few moments, she was silent.
"Where you from?" Sara asked. "and How old are you?". Sara needed to meet someone froma different tribe than her own, needed to get out. Not much was happening with the Wildcats these days, and Serefly was Bored.
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Post by Dani on Aug 11, 2006 14:59:36 GMT 12
"Um," she looked at the girl as if she were from another planet, then looked down at the piece of paper. Anala wasn't used to being followed around, especially by a strange girl that asked too many questions.
"I'm from a land where cows roam the streets," she said, shoving her lighter back into her pocket.
"And my name is Dagger. What about you? Name? Place of birth? Date of birth? Blood type?"
She smirked, sarcasm dipping from her voice. Something about the girl rubbed her wrong, mostly because she had followed her. Anala did NOT like to be followed.
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Post by Stellarajax on Aug 11, 2006 19:04:05 GMT 12
"Hmn..." Marco crept slowly alongside yet another abandoned building in this dispairingly desolate city. His heart was still racing and the adrenaline still flowing from the attack he had survived not an hour ago. Some would reason that it had been his own fault, but no one had told that other guy to try and rob him. Even if he was out of his territory, he wasn't completely helpless. He was moving slowly because he'd heard glass breaking inside and glass, he knew all too well, was sharp. But it was also a good weapon. And he intended to procure some of the shards.
He stopped, brows furrowing as he heard voices. Distinctly female voices, too. He wiped his hands on his apron (possibly the only thing he had kept clean since his arrival in New Pork) and considered his options. He wasn't tired and he could take on at least one of them. But here, even the girls could fight well. Taking his chances he rushed around the building ready for anything, ready for action, ready for...
"...the hell is this?" He stopped, peering at one girl sitting on the floor apparently carving something and another standing over her.
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Serefly
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I Will Eat Your Soul
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Post by Serefly on Aug 12, 2006 1:26:53 GMT 12
"Ha ha." Sara said, with a hint of sarcasam. "My name is Serefly," she said as she tucked the wax figure, but not the knife into her bag,"and I followed you so I could meet someone. I'm frickin' bored around here." She stood up and turned her head. "What the hell?!" she saw a guy just standing there, obviously evesdropping. "Who the hell are you? And why are you just standing there? Answer me!" She had her knife pointing out, she knew not to tuck it in her bag. "And what's up with the glass shards?" She raised her knife and put it about throat level. "Make a move and I swear I'll kill you. Now, I'm going give you 'till three to answer me. " She kept her knife out, her eyes peeled, and her senses keen. "One," Serefly whispered, "Two" she said in a normal, yet threatening tone of voice...
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Post by Aderyn on Aug 12, 2006 1:48:48 GMT 12
Wildcats.
A fourth person appeared, to join the quickly growing 'party'. Sneaking around and listening to others' conversations had gotten her nearly killed at least once already today - but that wouldn't stop her from doing it again. On the other hand, it was Wildcats that had done it - not exactly increasing her (all ready, admittedly, quite low) trust of the other tribe.
And the Wildcats and Wharf Rats met again - although as they were on the Grid, that was likely to be expected. She hadn't seen many Cigarettes or Vampires around, but maybe they were just...busy. Not that she would know - for one thing, she was in a different tribe; for another, she was far too new to be included in anyone's planning.
Glancing at Serefly, she shook her head. Wildcats really were idiots - that was a member of her tribe she was threatening to kill on the count of three. "If I might offer a suggestion?" Bird asked, suspecting that they wouldn't be too happy to see her, either - though if she was lucky, Dagger would be nice and regonize tribe bonds, since she and Serefly seemed to have soemthing going.
"That's your own tribe-mate you've got there - and I doubt your leader will be happy to see that one of the Tribe's Hunters has killed another member." She shrugged. "But maybe that's just me - are the rules so different for the Wildcats?"
After she'd said it, the girl realized that it had been an insanely stupid thing to do. Yes, she might've helped this boy - but what did that matter? He was a Wildcat, for heaven's sakes, and would turn on her as soon as he got the knife away from his neck, probably. Since she'd pointed out their "connection" the Wildcats would likely band together - and what of Dagger? What would she do?
Besides, that, now she had focused everyone's attention on her - not her original intention. Today was not her day.
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Post by Stellarajax on Aug 12, 2006 6:55:12 GMT 12
"Counting...?" Marco sneered before noticing something rather familiar about 'Serefly.' Tucking the shards into his apron pockets, he raised his hands slowly. She was a Wildcat, of that he was certain as he focused on the pawprint on her forehead. Maybe she didn't notice that he had the same mark? ...absolute genius.
His eyes moved as another newcomer spoke, voicing more fact than opinion. She had noticed the tribe insigniadi, obviously. But still, it might be fun to play with Serefly for a little while. Marco turned his attention back to her, leaning forward just enough to put pressure on both his neck and her knife. He grinned, narrowing his dark eyes and watching her closely.
"Three."
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Post by Dani on Aug 12, 2006 17:19:51 GMT 12
"I suppose this is mildly more interesting," Anala mused, standing up and readying herself for any attacks on her person. Currently, it seemed as if the two Wildcats were more likely to hurt each other than anything. Morons, the lot of them.
She recognized her fellow Wharf Rat and gave a slight nod towards her. Were this to get ugly, she hoped the other Rat could fight. She was an Omega, so it was all up to chance.
As unnoticeably as possible the girl reached down, pulling her favorite knife from her hiding spot in her jeans, a secret pocket she had sewn into the waistband. She kept it hidden down by her side, not wanting to start confrontation just yet. She loved fighting, but she wasn't sure if this was a good time, if Mistress Kali was on her side. She would wait for a few minutes, to see how the two Wildcats acted.
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Serefly
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I Will Eat Your Soul
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Post by Serefly on Aug 14, 2006 1:25:20 GMT 12
(OOC: Wow, that was kinda stupid. I didn't notice Stellarajax's character was a Wildcat. -slaps forehead- Sorry!)
Serefly lowered her knife and walked off, ashamed. She felt pretty stupid about now. She kept her eyes diverted down and her knife tucked in her bag. As she walked, she turned her palms towards all of the people that she had walked away from. She was meaning to show that she was currently defenseless, she had given up. Sorta like a white flag. Sara wondered if they had gotten the point or not. She didn't care. If one was following behind her, waiting to attack, she didn't care. No, nothing mattered to her right now. She sat down on a wall about 50 feet from where she had recently been, around the corner, so that the two Wharf Rats and the Wildcat wouldn't see her. She sat there, thinking. Just thinking. [/size]
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Post by Stellarajax on Aug 14, 2006 16:08:56 GMT 12
Marco chuckled under his breath as she realized her mistake and practically tucked her tail between her legs and sulked away. He could follow her, no...he probably should seeing as they were in the same tribe and all. And oh yea, he didn't actually know the rest of them or if they were going to attack or whatever. He could just go ahead and antagonize his company...but then again, he really wasn't that bored.
"So you guys gonna just hang out here...?" He didn't wait for an answer before turning and walking in the direction of Serefly. "Hey!" He called as she came into view.
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Post by Dani on Aug 14, 2006 18:47:34 GMT 12
Anala watched the two Wildcats move onward, sliding her knife back into it's hiding place. As much as she had been aching for a good fight, apparently now was not the time. She turned her attention towards the other Wharf Rat, figuring that she would be more interesting company than the now-sulking girl and the boy chasing after her.
"So. That was lovely," she said a bit sarcastically, "You look rather new to this little corner of Hell. I'm not even particularly sure if I've seen you before."
She rubbed a bit of sweat off of her forehead and onto her arm, a bit of her facepaint coming with it.
"Aw hell," she muttered, knocking the ash off of what was left of her cigarette, "Anyway, name's Dagger. Glad to see you've made it this far."
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Post by Aderyn on Aug 15, 2006 1:01:38 GMT 12
That had been...interesting. Aderyn raised her eyebrows as Serefly walked away, looking more than a little embarrassed. The boy had followed soon after, probably going to get someone to hang out with in the case that they met up with anyone else. And he probably didn't want to be with two Rats, either, not knowing whether they would attack or not.
She shrugged, still on hyperalert. She somehow doubted that the Wildcats would randomly turn around, but still. After a moment the girl seemed to relax a bit, letting her hands fall to her sides. She hadn't even drawn a weapon, and there was nothing she could do for now. Taking a seat on the curb, she leaned back, her gaze turning to the face of the hunter before her.
"Bird; I've only been here for a month or two...so I guess you could say I'm new," she said, by way of introduction, "And thanks - though I seem to have noticed that Wildcats and Wharf Rats don't get on that well...or maybe I've just been unlucky." She smirked, and shrugged. It was a sort of half-question - she wouldn't mind at all if Dagger explained the actual relations between the tribes, something she was still rather in the dark about, though if the other girl chose not to, then that was all right as well. She would just have to find some other way of uncovering that information.
A sigh escaped her lips as the thought that she was in the dark about many of New Pork's ways and ideas crossed her mind. It was amazing how dark and dismal being the site of a plague made a place - or perhaps that was only due to the city's recent inhabitants. She hadn't yet met a single person who was happy with their lot, or indeed happy at all - but then, she had only been here for a month. Like that would make a difference... She doubted that anyone here liked their lot. But what choice did they have?
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Post by Dani on Aug 15, 2006 11:18:23 GMT 12
"The tribes all hate one another," Dagger said coolly, taking a draw off of her cigarette. The smoke was fragrant, much different from a tobacco cig. She tossed the filter to the ground, as the cigarette had pretty much burned down during their run in with the Wildcats.
"This place is a pit. You run with your own, take care of yourself, and hope like hell that the members of other gangs you run into aren't particularly hostile. Like those two."
She grinned, something dangerous dancing in her eyes. It was brutally obvious that she had wished for a fight, but decided to let it go. She wasn't one to really start shit, just end it.
"You smoke?"
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Post by Aderyn on Aug 15, 2006 13:13:02 GMT 12
The tribes all hate each other... Well, the good thing about politics in this city was that they were simple. Or at least, as far as the tribes' attitudes towards one another, they were. Living with the Wharf Rats, she had grown to see that among the members of her tribe, at any rate 'politics' were never simple - someone was always planning something. Usually something that harmed someone else, but brought them closer to the top.
The girl noted that Dagger seemed itching for a fight, though she personally was just fine with the fact that the Wildcats had gone away. She would rather wait until stuff healed up somewhat before getting into another fight with that Tribe. That was probably just her, though. If Serefly hadn't made the mistake of putting a knife to her fellow cat's throat, a fight could have easily broken out right then and there.
Biting back the response that at least they weren't at war - for sometimes it felt that they were, and were just hiding it behind smiling faces and laughing demeanors - Aderyn shrugged once more. "Or you hope like hell that someone who runs with you is around to save your neck. Though I suppose it would be stupid to count that as an option, since you never know what someone else might do next." A slightly bitter tone had crept into her voice now, although it stayed mostly nonchalant.
Hearing Dagger's next question, Bird shook her head. "Never smoked, and I don't mean to. One less person competing for the dwindling supply of cigarettes, I bet." She smirked. "Everyone's going to have to stop smoking soon, I bet - though maybe that's just me." To anyone that knew her, this would soon be known to be a term she was relatively sure of, though making a point of. Of course, Dagger didn't know her well, and vice versa.
She had generally avoided cigarettes for as long as she could remember, though to be honest, she had no clear reason why anymore. Sure, it would get you sick; but in some ways, it seemed that without a doctor, she would likely die soon enough, and that seemed to be little but a release, being here. Running out certainly wouldn't be - only those killed ever truly escaped. For Aderyn knew that the knowledge of how many they had killed and what they had undergone here would stay with each "child" forever.
Repressing a sigh, the girl pushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. She hated it when she went all philosophical like this - it was a tendency she had hated in her parents, and now here she was doing it herself. True, she didn't have much else to do here but think. But still...
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Post by Dani on Aug 16, 2006 16:55:35 GMT 12
"I was just curious. I refuse to smoke regular cigs... cloves only for me," Dagger said, "and you're right about the fact that there are gonna be a lot of kids with a bad nicotine itch pretty soon."
She smiled at Bird. She didn't really like the way the world had turned out, truly wishing she could be with her big family, worrying about things like changing her youngest brother's diapers or making rice for dinner. Instead she had to worry about backstabbers and other gangs, the kinds of things she figured she would only ever read about.
"If I'm ever around, I'll watch your back. I'm just fine with my position in this world, and I see no reason to hurt a fellow Rat to gain status."
Dagger smirked and popped her knuckles, looking down at them as she did so.
"I figure we need to stick together, and worry more about making bloody messes out of our rivals rather than our comrades."
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Post by Aderyn on Aug 17, 2006 13:16:10 GMT 12
Ryn smiled slightly, liking Dagger's outlook on life. So far, the lower-ranked Rats she had met all seemed quite nice, although she thought both Havoc and the Berserker sounded somewhat...scary. Not that she would ever admit it to anyone, not here, but still.
"I figure the same thing," she agreed. "Though having joined the Wharf Rats, it seems that our entire reputation is built on our ability to lie, scheme, and cheat. I don't see the real point in harming someone of your tribe to gain dominance, but" - she touched her facepaint, sighing softly - "I wouldn't mind moving up in the world. Omega isn't the most wonderful rank in the world, and it's not one to inspire much trust in your...fellow tribe members."
Getting to her feet, she absently twirled a lock of hair around her fingers. "I've noticed that most people seem to think that someday the Wildcats, Vampires, or government is going to grab this city. That philosophy is enough to make me want to work with my - comrades rather than against them." She shrugged. "Once again, a matter of personal opinion...I bet there are a lot of people out there that would disagree."
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Post by Dani on Aug 17, 2006 16:33:50 GMT 12
"If the Vampires or the 'Cats make a go for it, I'll be in the front lines waiting to stick a knife in their greedy guts. If the government really wanted this shithole, let 'em try and get it from us. Either way, it sounds more interesting than sitting around and scratching our sorry butts all day."
Dagger grinned at Bird and pulled her knife out, opening it and using the blade to clean beneath her fingernails. Bloody things were really dirty. That's what you get when you live in a post-apocalyptic pit though.
"Good to know that there's another Rat with a good head on their shoulder's though. Someone that's not gonna try and get me once my head's turned. Then again, this could all be just talk, waiting for me to look away and then..." She made a stabbing motion with her empty hand. "BAM! You come after me, make yourself a Hunter in rank."
She grinned. "Not that you would beat me though. I'm a mean, mean little thing."
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Post by Aderyn on Aug 18, 2006 12:43:48 GMT 12
She shrugged once more. "Plots, whispers, and underlying secrets just aren't my thing," she said frankly. "I don't know what qualifies you as a Hunter for the Rats, but I bet you have to deal with more plots and petty tricks than a lowly old Omega...after all, no one wants my role."
It was one of the good things about having such a low rank, she had decided quite early on. True, there were few other - if any - Rat Omega in the city, but it wasn't as if anyone was unfriendly due to her rank. True, they were less willing to be scared of her - or to trust their backs to her in a fight - but what did that matter? At least that way she was more responsible for her own skin than anyone else's.
Once, she would have liked the feeling of responsibily, but no longer. Not in a place where she wasn't even sure if she could keep herself alive for one day, let alone someone else. And while this was not a place where you were required to feel responsible for your subordinates, her mind didn't work that way. Unfortunately.
She smiled slightly, rather humorlessly. She didn't even know why she did it - it didn't feel like a smile, rather more like a useless twitching of the muscles around her mouth. "It mgiht be the only good thing about being an Omega - but at least I have some compensation, right?" Fingering her own knife, she sighed. This was pointless. Everything was, really. Useless muttering, and to what end? Her own death, likely as not. Either that or someone else's.
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Post by Dani on Aug 18, 2006 16:27:51 GMT 12
"All I have to do to maintain my status as a Hunter is kick anyone's ass if they challenge me. Simple as that."
Dagger smirked and continued cleaning under her nails. It was an easy job for her, she had always enjoyed conflict. A good fight was a fun thing, giving her a joy that she couldn't experience otherwise. Most of the time it felt like the volume on her life was turned down, but when she was having a good, bloody fight, everything was turned up full blast.
"It's not too bad being an Omega, you're right. No one wants to fight you, and as long as you stay out of other's business, you're left alone. Me, I like the fights. I want people to start it with me..."
She shrugged. "I don't know really. I generally don't talk to people like this."
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Serefly
Omega
I Will Eat Your Soul
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Post by Serefly on Aug 20, 2006 2:03:59 GMT 12
Serefly sat behind the building, toggling her knife. She felt ashamed of herself. Now everyone thought she was stupid because she "attacked" one of her own kind. Serefly took the knife and cut one of her fingers without wincing. She drew a little teardrop on the old brick wall. She pulled out the half finished wax figure, and smeared blood where the hair was carved. She pulled out Mr. Fishy Fins and smeared a little blood on his left fin. Serefly put her knife up, after wiping to blood off on the bottom of her shirt. She just sat there, listening to what the two Wharf Rats were talking about.
"It's not too bad being an Omega, you're right. No one wants to fight you, and as long as you stay out of other's business, you're left alone. Me, I like the fights. I want people to start it with me..."
Serefly heard Dagger talking. "I don't know really. I generally don't talk to people like this."
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