RPG Chaotic Life

[PiroMunkie]

[size=1]Before we start, once again here is the list of those who made it. Just so there is no confusion.

? [b]PiroMunkie[/b] - Sheridan Donall Tremayne
? [b]Medra[/b] - Gus Bailey
? [b]Havoc[/b] - Brandon Stallion
? [b]Panny Chan[/b] - Le'vana Monroe
? [b]The Harlequin[/b] - Yvonne Dara'nei
? [b]AJeh[/b] - AJ
? [b]Raiha[/b] - Sayuri Okimura
? [b]Jesus Chicken[/b] - Dave Grohl
? [b]Raquel[/b] - Rayne Amnell
? [b]Queen Asuka[/b] - Victoria Aelyne
? [b]Sara[/b] - Riven Arcane
? [b]Juuthena[/b] - Terrance Demè[/size]

[center][b][color=red]C h a o t i c L i f e[/color]
[size=1]Freedom. Youth. Love. Anarchy.[/b][/center]

There it was. The city of Iron Hand. Perhaps the city's most distinguishing feature would be the old road of stone the encompasses it. From a bird's-eye-view it appeared to be a rather busy and bustling place, full of skyscrapers, tall buildings, bright lights, streets, cars, people... you name it, it is there. Though, not even the birds cared to look at the lower side of the city. I suppose they cannot be blamed. It is not the prettiest sight in the world, but it is my home... and not by choice. If I was a bird, and in many desperate moments I wish such a thing, I would not look at this part of the city either. Hell, I would not even fly within sight of this place. It is a thorn. A thorn that which every time I try to pry it out of my side, it drives itself deeper in. The part of town I live in, the part that no one looks at, seems to be the very tip of that thorn. At times I could swear it drips a poison...

Despite all of the torment Iron Hand brings me, there I was. Sitting within my bedroom of my run down, but worthwhile home. I live alone. My mother and father used to live here as well, but, needless to say, they are... no longer with us. I have been toiling at my artists desk working on sketches of images I see when I dream. Let me reiterate the "[i]when[/i] I dream". Sleep is not a friend of mine, but when it does cover my eyes in its dark shroud, it shows me things that I might even argue are worse than this city. Though it is my theory that it is the city that is the creator of what I see, not me... I would never put myself through such an experience intentionally. The only thing that seems to help me get over these images is seeing them on paper, so there I was. The lead in my pencil by now was run down to a very blunt tip. An ocean of crumpled paper lay strewn all around me on what used to be the floor, while pinned, taped, and stapled up on the walls were hundreds of drawings on different sizes of paper that I had done before. I started when I was ten... What was up on the wall was not even everything, there is a trunk in my closet full of more. If a stranger, or someone who had never been in my room before, were to walk in, chances are the first thing they would notice is that none of the drawings have color. All are done in by either ink, lead, or a neutral paint. My... dreams, if one would call them that, do not appear in color. Never in color.

I scoffed as I threw my pencil to the desk and stood up abruptly placing my hands on my hips staring down at what I had done so far. It was crap is what it was. I clawed the sheet of the desk, smashed into a little ball, and threw it at the floor. My hands came up to cover my face as the slowly rubbed and stretched the tense skin. I had been sitting at the desk for several hours with nothing to eat. My hands came to a stop and I peered through my fingers out of the window that rest not far above the desk. It was dark out still. Removing my hands from my face I glanced at my watch. It was early... [i]early[/i] morning. Not too long after midnight. I gazed once more out of that window and let my eyes focus on a green light that shown through a window of an old factory off in the distance. Every muscle in my body relaxed, and I felt as though I were going to drop to the floor. I would have done that, but I could only fear that I would fall asleep. This light, though, it always kept me awake. Not saying that is a bad thing. I have always enjoyed looking at it. I have never visited it, so I am unsure as to what it actually is, but it never ceases to soothe me. It brings me calm even in the most stressful of times.

There I stood for several minutes before I was able to drag myself away and move out to the kitchen. There I fixed myself a quick peanut butter sandwich with a bag of chips. I just sat on my couch as I ate them. It was a quick eat, so when I was done I put the chips back in the little pantry that I had. I then poured myself a glass of water and walked out my front door taking a seat on the front step to the house. As I took a sip from the glass I looked up to the sky. The moon was only half-full, but it still shined brightly. To my disappointment, there were no stars out this night.

Before I knew it, the water was gone. With a quick snap of the arm the glass that was once in my hand was now soaring through the air only to come crashing to the street shattering into hundreds of little pieces. It was okay... it was not even my glass. I stood up from the steps and walked further out onto my yard. The grass had not been mowed in months, so it provided a nice cushion to me when I layed down. That is where I decided to remain until morning. I knew the moon would keep me awake, it has always been cordial enough to keep me company in my thoughts. I do not care what other people say; there [i]is[/i] a man in the moon and he is my friend...[/size]

[Jesus Chicken]

[color=blue][I]Dave awoke to a loud ringing, coming from his mobile phone placed next to his bed. He set the alarm the night before and every night made sure it was on time. He rolled over onto his side and looked down at the floor, searching for the boxer shorts he discarded the night before.

This ritual of waking up, having a shower, getting dressed, and walking to the train station was a tedious one, but David always looked forward to the train rides of a morning and afternoon.

He opened the room to his door, and turned the ceiling fan off. Then he walked two feet to his left and closed the door to the bathroom behind him. Soon Dave was showered and dressed in a shirt he had purchased at a Foo Fighters' concert and baggy jeans. Picking up his bag and his discman, Dave pulled the headphones into his ears, hit the play button and took in the creative genious that is the Beatles' White Album.

Dave walked the few blocks to teh train station, flashed his pass to the conductor and sat down on one of the many uncomfortable chairs. Dave sat there just staring out into space for some time, and then an amazingly pretty girl boarded the train. Looking up, he realised who it was. Le'vanna didn't normally catch this train, but Dave enjoyed her company when she did. Dave smiled at her, as she walked over and sat next to him, and she removed one of his earphones.[/I]

Le'vana: What the hell are you listening to? You have a good band on your shirt, but you're listening to some crappy sixties band?

Dave: HEY! C'mon what's wrong with the Beatles?

Le'vanna: Nothing at all, I just like to get you off...

Dave: ...Kinky

Lev'anna: I meant because you're so touchy when it comes to music.

Dave: What's wrong with being passionate about something? So are you going to school today?

Lev'anna: I'll tell you before you get off, if you give me some time to think, ok?

Dave: I understand, I often use my time on the train to think about stuff.

[I]With that Lev'anna leaned back into the chair, and Dave changed the cd to a band who's lead singer's name, was incidently the same as his.[/I][/color]

[Sara]

[size=1][b]Was trying out a slightly different writing style. Hadn't intended to use this, but Tori and I both liked how it turned out, so.....[/b]

It was getting late?well, by now it was getting early. A girl stood languidly in the open doorway of a nighttime establishment, silhouetted by the dim light inside. She wore a suit, two sizes too big for her, but otherwise neat. Her hair was dark--unkempt, but clean. She seemed to contradict herself in manner and appearance, and she stood at the back door of the nightclub, watching.

Watching?and being watched.

A boy was walking quietly up behind her, his sneakers making no sound. Moonlight glinted off the knife in his hand. He smiled to himself. [I]This is gon? be easy[/I], he gloated. [I]Easiest job ever. Three?

?.two?.[/I]

[I]One.[/I] The girl in the doorway moved suddenly, grabbing the wrist of his knife hand--He jerked in surprise--She twisted the knife from his grasp.


?Ah, ah, ah,? she scolded softly, turning around. ?Mustn?t stab people in the back, that?s [I]very[/I] bad manners.? Her eyes glowed as she recognized the boy?s face. ?Now, then,? she added, ?didn?t I teach you better than that??

?M?lady!? The boy made a strangled noise.

The lady Chevalier smiled thinly. ?Oh, you [I]know[/I] me? Wait?wait?I?m terrible with names,? she lied. ?Mark?? she asked. ?Marcus??

His eyes flicked across her face, his expression a mixture of fear and anger. He knew when he was being mocked.

?Ah, yes,? the Lady said with exaggerated relief. ?I remember. [I]You[/I] are Marco Aurelius.?

?And [I]I[/I],? she added, ?am the lady Chevalier. It?s terribly bad manners to try and kill someone who?s saved your life. Funny, I?d have thought you?d?ve remembered.?

?It wasn?t me, m?lady,? the boy said. ?No hard feelings; just a job. The guy told me you were just some street chick.?

The Lady sighed. ?Marco,? she said. ?Darling. Look at me.? He did. ?I [I]am[/I] just some street chick.?

Marco swore.

?And unless I am gravely mistaken--? the girl continued, ?and I never am?you owe me your allegiance.?

?M?lady,? Marco tried again.

?Yes, Marco?? she replied.

?Behind you.?

The girl who called herself the lady Chevalier swore loudly. Three more figures had appeared in the alleyway.

?Marco!? One stepped into the purple-ish light that the open doorway afforded. ?What?s going on?? he hissed. ?All we need to do is get Angel and get out of here. Why didn?t you just kill [I]her[/I]??

Marco made a noise deep in his throat and whatever gestures he could manage to indicate that he was, in fact, rather [I]not[/I] in a position to explain things at the moment. The Lady slid the knife at his throat to a more visible position.

?I see,? the second young man said. ?Well.? He glanced from the Lady to Marco and back again.

The Lady smiled. ?I am the lady Chevalier,? she said conversationally. ?This is Marco Aurelius,? she added. ?You are not someone I know, but I?m reasonably certain why you?re here, and I?m sure we?ll become acquainted in the future.? She smiled at him, and nodded to the doorway where a pretty young woman had just appeared. ?This girl,? she continued, gesturing graciously to a somewhat bewildered Aelyne, ?Is under my protection.? She smiled. ?I suggest you let us both go.?

?I very much doubt that is going to happen,? the second man said. ?We outnumber you.?

The lady Chevalier looked around, seemingly taking a mental headcount. Finally coming to the conclusion that she was, indeed, outnumbered, she smiled. ?I suppose I?d better be going then, mm?? She smiled sweetly, released Marco, and began to walk away. Marco spun around and grabbed her arm, [I]accidentally[/I] slicing her shoulder with the knife. ?Wait!? he said harshly.

The Lady looked at him.. ?If you don?t mind, I must be on my way??

He gestured Aelyne toward her. ?Take her with you.?

The lady Chevalier feigned surprise. ?What??

?Take her!? Marco hissed. He and his team turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Aelyne stared at the Lady. ?What just happened?? she asked.

?Keep walking,? was the reply.

?Who were those guys??

?Bad,? she answered calmly. ?Run.?

?What??

?Run!? the Lady repeated, grabbing Aelyne by the arm and breaking into a sprint. They raced through alleyways, down sidewalks, and up narrow streets. Several minutes later, they slowed to a walk. Aelyne tried to sit down.

?Keep walking,? her companion said. ?It?s important.?

Aelyne cast her a dark look, but stayed on her feet. ?Will you answer my questions now??

?Yes,? said the lady Chevalier. ?If I can.?

?Who are you??

?I call myself the lady Chevalier,? the other replied, glancing both directions down an alleyway. ?I?m a liar, a thief, and probably worse.? She turned left.

Aelyne considered this and shrugged. ?Fair enough. Who were those guys? What did they want??

?The first was a guy called Marco. The others, I don?t know. As for what they wanted?whatever it was they?d been promised for completing a job. Something probably along the lines of killing me and/or kidnapping you.?

?Why did they let us go??

?Pure luck,? the Lady replied. ?Marco knows me, and assumed I had backup nearby. Calculated loss on his part. Lucky that it was him; I didn?t know any of the others.?

?Did you?? Aylene asked. ?Have back up, I mean??

?No.?

?Oh,? Aylene said.

?Yes,? the lady Chevalier agreed.

They had reached a dead end. The Lady swore again, and looked around for a way to go.

?So Marco knew you, and he didn?t care? The only reason he let us go is because he thought you were stronger.?

The lady Chevalier smiled wryly. ?When all your business relationships are based on fear, you lose a lot of clientele when someone scarier comes along.?

?How do they know you?? Aelyne asked.

?I?ve made a bit of a name for myself,? the Lady said. ?Doing odd jobs; various things for various people. You might say I collect favors. I do something, someone owes me for it.?

?What do I owe you?? Aelyne asked, with something like suspicion.

The lady Chevalier smiled again. ?Nothing,? she said. ?No charge for my favorite act.?

Aelyne?s face hardened suddenly.

?Relax,? the lady said. ?I didn?t mean anything by it. We need to get out of here.?

Aelyne nodded; the movement of her eyes caught the bloody tear of the Lady?s jacket. ?You?re hurt!? she accused.

?Am I?? her guide asked, feigning indifference. It hurt.

?Does it hurt?? Aelyne asked, gingerly touching the wound.

?Yes,? the Lady hissed. ?Don?t touch it.?

?Look, we?ve got to take care of this,? Aelyne began.

?No time,? was the terse reply. ?They know I was bluffing by now, and they saw which way we went. We need to get out of sight.?

?Stay here,? she added, peeking her head around the corner. Having come to the conclusion that the dead end was, indeed, a dead end, the Lady swore again. This was simply not her night.

She closed her eyes briefly and looked at Aelyne. ?Do you have anyone you can trust?? she asked.

Aelyne blinked. ?What??

The lady Chevalier winced. It pained her to admit it, but she was running out of options. ?I can?t get you to any of my places; they wouldn?t be safe. If someone?s out for either of us, they?ll send word and reward to the local haunts, so we can?t stop anywhere else.? the Lady looked at Aelyne bleakly. ?I?m bleeding; you?re exhausted, and neither of us is going to last much longer on the street. [I]Do you have anyone around here that you trust?[/I]?

Aelyne nodded.

?Can you take us there now??[/size]

[Queen Asuka]

[color=hotpink][size=1]Aelyne looked at the woman who called herself the Lady Chevalier, saw her wincing in pain, and her brain started thinking fast. She did have a friend close around here she could trust...Dan...and she knew he would be at home this time of the night. He hardly slept and was always in his room doing some sort of artwork. His walls were covered with all the different pictures and she always marvelled at his creative genius which he most of the time labeled as "crap." He lived alone...his parents were dead...and she was too far from her own home. His house was really about a two or three minute run from here. All of these things came to her in an instant and suddenly her mind was back on where she was when the lady let out a groan.

"Come on, follow me. I can take us to the house of a friend of mine..." Aelyne told her. The Lady Chevalier nodded, but said nothing.

They began a brisk walk in the direction of a nice looking neighborhood. Of course, looks were decieving because the people that inhabited the place we far from nice. No one was really considered "nice" in such a place as Iron Hand. It was almost a cruel thought.

They passed the landmark streetlamp that was just a few houses down from Dan's. Aelyne didn't want to slow down because the urgency in the lady's voice was terrifying. She couldn't believe how long she had been running when she looked down at her own feet, realizing she was still wearing her high-heels. They were almost like another extension of her body, she was so used to wearing them. Under her long trenchcoat jacket was some skimpy outfit that she would take off for others. She made killer money, but she hardly used any of it on herself. She sighed deeply.

Just before they reached Dan's house, Aelyne thought about her sisters, all alone at home with her alcoholic father. He never messed with them and she was sure they were sleeping peacefully now. They were so beautiful and innocent and she never wanted them to be involved in the life she was living.

Aelyne stopped in front a house where the grass hadn't been cut in a long while. The Lady Chevalier was beside her, breathing heavily but quietly. Aelyne could see the blood seeping through her shirt.

"Is this the place?"

"Yes," Aelyne replied, "my best friend Dan lives here."

At that time, she saw a figure emerge from some corner of the yard.

"Aelyne? Is that you? Are you in trouble again?"

Dan's figure came out of the shadows and he saw the two women.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Let's just get inside and I'll let her explain everything to you," said Aelyne.[/color][/size]

[Raquel]

Rayne slumped to the floor, blood running from her nose.

Rayne: *******. You really need to learn not to be such a dick all the time.

She accepted the hand to help her up and when the boy turned away, she landed a quick kick to his hind side. She stuck her tongue out when he glared at her, then laughed at him as he swept her up, tickling her mercilessly.

Rayne: Manson! Lemme down!

She gasped and giggled as he found the spot on her ribs and howled at him to stop. Tomas Kurier, also known as Manson, was Rayne?s favorite person. She asked to live with him about a month ago now and to her horror, was forcing her to go to school! She scowled at the thought then gasped at her pined her to the floor.

Manson: I win! Your at my mercy! MUHAHAHAHA!

Rayne: You jerk! You cheated?.

Manson eyed her skeptically. Suddenly, Rayne?s hand darted out to seize his long black hair.

Rayne: HA! Now who?s at whose mercy?

She laughed manically and let go, climbing to her feet. Rayne helped him up and smiled as she went into the kitchen.

Rayne: Want some food?

Manson: Ramen!

Rayne rolled her eyes.

Rayne: Is it ever anything else?

She rummaged in a cabinet and set the water to boil

[Juu]

[color=crimson] [size=1]A tall blond woman strolled past the school, wincing at each step. Her grip tightened on her arm as she paused, and leaned against the brick wall. With her free hand, she reached inside her pockets, and pulled out a small, oval glass case. Inside the case, was a miniature diskette about the size of her finger.

"What was it this time?" A voice asked from behind, chuckling lightly.

"Some case." She replied simply.

"Dem? you put yourself through that for a case?"

Terrance shrugged, and continued walking. The young man followed, and put his hand on her shoulder. Immediately, Terrance turned, and shoved him away.

"What do you want?" She spit coldly.

"Look. You're bleeding. Why do you need to do this everyday?"

"Because it's my job, Matt." She replied.

The two stopped at an apartment, and walked inside. Inside, the floor was wet. It had rained last night, and one of the windows of the first floor had been left open. They hurried up the stairs to the third floor, stopping at the third door to the right. Matt reached in his pocket, and pulled out his keys. After digging through various keychains and keys, he picked out the one they needed, and opened the door.

"Don't worry, I just cleaned it this morning." Matt spoke, taking a step inside.

Terrance went inside. They both took off their shoes, and left them by the door. The room was somewhat clean, without the usual socks and clothes scattered through the room. She could see the floor had actually been vaccumed.

"Oh, and, don't go in my room." Matt said, rubbing his head awkwardly.

"Don't worry. I know." Terrance joked, rolling her eyes at Matt.

Terrance sat on the couch, as Matt dug around the bathroom cabnet. Soon, he returned with a cotton ball, a pair of tweezers, bandaid and rubbing alchohol, and sat down next to her. She removed her hand from the wound, and took off her jacket. Matt dabbed the wet cotton ball on the wound, and began pulling slowly at the bullet. Terrance winced, and bit her lower lip. As soon as the bullet was out, he put the bandaid on the wound, and slapped it. Terrance's eyes widened, as she slammed her fist into Matt's arm. Matt laughed, and poked her back.

Terrance pulled off her blond wig, and set it on the table. Then, pulled down her long, raven hair, and flicked the band at Matt.[/color] [/size]

[Avalon]

Le'vana sighed, remembering what her mother had said to her the other evening. [i]How am I going to get out of this?[/i]

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"Open up! Isis are you there?" she heard her mother ask, banging on the door quite loudly. Le'vana rolled her eyes, putting down the book she was reading to open the door.

"What do you want?" she spoke bitterly, seeing her mother in an intoxicated state.

"Well, Isis, you should give me more respect than that...I am your mother, you know." she responded, going into the little apartment.

Le'vana scoffed, "Don't remind me, 'Eva. Anyway, are you gonna answer my question? If not, there's the door." she pointed, receiving a sadden look from her mother.

"Well, I really don't know how to say this to you..." Le'vana paused her actions. "I'll just go on and say it: I'm pregnant."

They both looked at each other for a minute, then Le'vana laughed. "Ha, is that all you had to say to me? Really, that's astonishing, 'Eva. Who's the father?"

"To tell you the truth, I really don't know. Maybe it was Johnny...or it could be Mason..." Le'vana watched her mother count on the hands the possible fathers. "I really don't know...but that's not all.."

"There's a catch too?" Le'vana responded. "Well, what could that be?"

Her mother's eyes started to wander, "Well, Isis, the doctor told me that I could have this baby...but, because of my [i]condition[/i] I can't raise it..." she scoffed again,

"And? What's that got to do with me?"

"Well, we looked at the choices for possible mothers...and none of them were suitable to me.." she paused, looking at Le'vana. "The only one I could approve of was..." she pointed at her.

"Oh no!" she shouted, "You're not putting [i]your child[/i] on me!" Her mother just smiled, placing a white sheet of paper on her table and walking away.

"I'm sure you'll be a good mother to my child..." she spoke, closing the door behind her.

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She sat in her seat, clenching her fists tightly. [i]How dare she?![/i] she thought, leaning a bit on Dave's shoulder, closing her eyes. She let herself drift in the sweet depths of sleep, forgetting about her situation that she was in...

[Jesus Chicken]

[color=blue][I]The train began to slow as it reached the stop where Dave would be leaving, and so would Le'vanna if she was going to school today. They both went to the same school, but Le'vanna was on a scholarship. They also knew about her problems at home, so they also forgave her for days off. Dave also knew that she was keeping her grades pretty high, so the school were happy to have her there.

Dave snapped out of his thought's and realised that Le'vanna had fallen asleep on his shoulder.[/I]

Dave: Oh great, Le'vanna's dead again.

[I]Dave stood up, and pulled his satchel over his shoulder. He then preceeded to poke Le'vanna in the head. She grumbled a little bit, then her eyes flickered open and then she looked up at Dave.[/I]

Le'vanna: Your stop?

Dave: Not just mine, it's both our stops. Or are you not coming today again?

Le'vanna: I'm not really in the mood. I however, have an idea that you may be interested in. Come into to town and see a movie today, with me.

Dave: I can't just get off school whenever I feel like it.

Le'vanna: I know...C'mon it will be fun, now sit down, and we'll get off at the next stop and go into town.

[I]Le'vanna winked at Dave, and he pondered the outcome of his not going to school...Then sat back down next to his friend as she smiled.[/I]

Dave: You're just lucky my motto is "anything for a pretty face."

Le'vanna: Sure it is...[/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Yvonne slumped against her locker, absently massaging the bridge of her nose in apparent annoyance. The guy, whoever he was, decided that was his signal to suddenly change from macho to solicitious, to show that he had a "softer side", that he was probably certain Yvonne would "dig". That was, of course, based on option a). Option a) was that he, whoever he was, was doing this because he was trying to confirm his own divinity to himself and his group of idiot friends. Option b) was that he had lost a bet, but she had ruled that out because he'd seemed slightly defensive, rather than annoyed. Option c) that he actually gave a damn about her, she ruled out entirely, out of principle. She snapped her eyes open, just in time to see him roll his. Option a) it was. That made...seven right out of nine. Originally, the attention was somewhat flattering. Then, of course, it simply became annoying, once Yvonne found out just what kind of people she was forced to associate with. One would think after the first few...refusals, that they would have gotten the point. But apparently, she had became prime game. A trophy to be won. Something to contested, for the sake of the contest, not the prize. A pawn in the pathetic social undercurrents moiled through this hell hole school. She was interrupted by his hand on her cheek. She slowly turned towards him.[/I]

Yvonne: Good night sweet prince, my flights of angels sing you to your rest.

[I]He turned to his mates, looking pretty happy with himself. Obviously, he didn't know the quote, in either of its incarnations, of its implications. When he turned back, Yvonne had disappeared. His friends, of course, found that most amusing. Option a) often had the result she'd noticed. It also had further consequences, but they were yet to be played out.

She somehow made it through another day of school, paying little or no attention to anyone or anything. She received another reprimand for multiple tatoos. Another reprimand for bad behaviour. Another visit from the police saying they'd had reports of her carrying a dangerous weapon unauthorised... They were always the worst, the police here were bastards. Back home, they all knew her, most fairly intimately. Back home, everyone knew her. Because everyone was her kind of person. And she....she was everyone's person, period. In this heat struck desert, those kind of people simply didn't thrive. Again, the thousandth time, she cursed her parents for dragging her to Iron Hand. And why? A small incident with a government minister she knew quite well anyway. He hadn't taken offense, she hadn't borne any grudges, but her parents were paranoid. So they found the most undesirable place in the world, thinking that no one would bother to follow them there. Who knows? Perhaps their own stupidity had abandoned them as well, and they'd come to their senses and allow her back. Not bloody likely...

On the way home, through the twisted, and twisting, streets, was when the consequnces of option a) decided to rear their ugly head. She turned into an alleyway, a short cut back to the derelict wreck that currently served as a house. She heard a few footsteps, then silence. He was probably trying to think of some kind of opening line.[/I]

"Where you do think you're going?"

[I]She sighed. Predictable. She turned to face him, trying to work out from a glance which alternative he had chosen. It wasn't hard. Option a) branched into four alternatives generally. Either; option a) they assumed she was actually crazy for them and in denial, a rather common one, option b)they got bitter and tried to take it out on her in various forms of revenge, the second most common one, option c) they tried to pretend their initial action was a result of option b and they'd never actually given a damn about her, quite common in the defensive ones. Option d), that they took it with good grace, she again ruled out out of hand, out of principle. This was an option a): option b) case it seemed. Which again branched. There were several forms of revenge they tried to take. Option a)They simply said they slept with her and it was crap. Common, but so far ineffective. Option b) they claimed quite publicly that she had confessed she was a lesbian. Had happened once, but wore off when she admitted that she had had several experiences like that. Option c) They got physical. Hadn't happened yet, but looked like it was about to. Option d) that they suddenly became intelligent, poetic, introverted, gothic and whatnot, the kind of person she'd spend her life with easily, she again ruled out out of hand. So, this was so far an option a): option b): option c) style escapade. Option c) was easy, only two alternatives, option a)abuse and option b) rape. This looked to be a little of both.

Interestingly, it took as much time for all this to go through her mind as it did for her right foot to lash out, and catch him in the groin. He groaned quite extensively before managing to speak. Again, predictable.[/I]

"Bitc..."

[I]Considering the consequences of her likely action took as much time as flicking out her waved butterfly knife, spinning it open, using one of her rings to push the clasp into place even before it was fully in her hand, and place the tip into the top of his eye socket. Not enough even to bleed, but enough that he knew it was there.She lifted slightly, forcing him to slowly stand up.[/I]

Yvonne: I may not have phrased it in vernacular terms last time, but I believe I told you to stay away from me.

[I]He didn't reply, just look angry. His hand shot up and grabbed hers. She could have moved, but chose not to. Rather than twisted, her merely forced her arm back. Without changing expression, she twirled the knife hilt forward through her fingers, and on the second rotation let it go. It buried itself in his shoulder. He collapsed, whimpering. She kicked him until he shut up, then retrieved her knife. Checking his throat, he was still alive. She bound him up, doing a surprisingly professional job, before dragging him out into the street. Someone else might think about taking care of a low life like this, even if only to remove the body. Unlikely that there would be any impact on her if he survived, or not. She turned back into the alley and continued home.[/font][/color][/I]

[PiroMunkie]

[size=1]I looked at Aelyne trustingly, but with an undertone of concern. She had never brought home a stranger... Not that it mattered. Obviously she was not dead yet, so this newcomer had [i]some[/i] decency to her.

The three of us stood in a calm silence for a bit. My eyes wandering around a bit taking a last glimpse at the early morning atmosphere, since once I went into my house with Aelyne and this other I would not be coming out until that morning star filled the sky. Aelyne was a bit restless, only making me more curious as to what brought her here. This new woman had her eyes fixated calmly on me. Any emotion coming from her face was too ambiguous to decipher. My own eyes caught a glimpse of a stain on her arm; she was injured. How? I do not know, but I now had some idea why she was brought here.

"All right," I spoke breaking the silence, "follow me." I sighed as I turned and passed through the threshhold into what I call my home. Immediately, Aelyne rushed into the bathroom to fetch first aid as the other girl nonchalantly took a seat on the sofa; her eyes taking in her new surroundings. I stood with my arms lazily crossed in patience for Aelyne to take care of whatever business there may be. Then, without looking at me, she spoke.

"I suppose you would like to know who it is you have so cordially invited into your own place of living?"

My eyes snapped towards her in their sockets. By now her gaze was straight forward. I must admit that I was feeling a bit nervous about this situation; not knowing what was going to happen, but that is how I prefer things despite how they make me feel.

"You can call me Lady Chevalier," she proclaimed, "and that is all you need to know for now."

Such control she could take of a situation. I felt like all I had to do was sit back and enjoy the ride. It seemed as though she knew the questions I was going to ask, and my answers whenever she should inquire.

Before anything else could be said, Aelyne came back out with gauze, bandages, and some peroxide to sterilize the wound. She knelt down before the Lady moving into to treat the wound, but the woman smoothly removed the medical aids from Aelyne's hands and began to treat the wound herself. Aelyne rose from her position and took a seat on a chair nearby as we both waited patiently for the Lady to finish; it was not long. Now seemingly in a more talkative mood, or just prepared to answer whatever questions I may have, she turned towards me.

"So. What is it that you wish to know?" was her abrupt inquiry.

"You know that answer," I responded without missing a beat.

"'Everything' is quite a bit to tell."

"Try me."[/size]

[conpiracymonki]

[size=1]
AJ took off and re-arranged the bandage slightly, into a more comfortable position. It was extra support for the sprained wrist he had received from a little mis- or mal-cross during a gang chase-and-brawl the night before, if you could call it that.

[b]'Hey Kaz'

'Yo'

'How's the hand?'

'...'[/b]

They had all been thrown out of the Iron Hand Megabowl arcade, and were just messing around outside. And as usual, one thing led to another, which in turn lead to the usual round of chasing or (as in that night) being chased and beaten to fairly satisfactory pulps by others.

And somewhere along the kicking and yelling in the night, he had managed to connect a horrible punch at an awkward angle from underneath, and managed to scrape himself and the others out of a cheap and tacky situation, with minor bleeding and bruising and all-round serious damage.

A sprained wrist, busted lip, and a couple of black eyes to pass around.

[b]'Could be broken'

'Was a helluva hard swing, Kaz'

'Was bloody lucky, is what it was'[/b]

The last thing he wanted was to be reminded of was yesterday's embarassing turn-out. He quickly clenched his hand into a ball twice, making sure the band wouldn't move out of position again so easily. And then he covered it in place with his trademark single black leather golf glove. It was soft and smooth, and gripped tightly to his hand. He liked it like that. Perfect for playing golf on rainy afternoon.

[b]'Where's everyone else, Kai?'

'Oh they're comin', man'[/b]

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*stares at everyone else's long posts*
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[Chaos]

[i]The ringing didn't stop. Just kept going, in that annoying electronic tone. Stirring those in slumber from their rest to call upon it, the cell phone was a pestering bother that shook all within it's range awake.

Gus sat up, the pale florecent light from the bathroom peeking in from the crack in the door, and the hole in the doorframe. He reached up onto his nightstand, bypassing the cigarettes and grasping his phone tightly, flipping the top and pressing it to his ear. He got out from underneath the thin spreadsheet of his bed, looking as the dim blue paint of the walls around him reflected nothing but darkness. His window showed no signs of light, not even through the holes of the messy miniblinds.

Within a few seconds of no responce, his agitation came to a climax.[/i]

[b]"You betta' have a damn good reason for wakin' me up at four in the morning."[/b]

"Gus, it's so nice to hear that you still care about me."

[b]"Sonnova *****. Harley Bones Jones. Long-time-no-see."[/b]

"Yeah. Got out on parole. Got the cops watchin' me, so I'mma leave town for a bit. Need you to help us both out. Remember what we talk'd about las' time we talk'd?"

[b]"The hardware?"[/b]

"Yup. One-hundred and thirteenth train station, section 'C', locker number 'sixy-nine'. There'sa notepad in there, fifth-to-last page is a location. Go there, talk to 'Patch A.', tell 'im I sent ya. You can use the hardware all ya want, but I'll need it back once I get back in town, aight?"

[b]"Yea, dat's aight. Good lookin' out, man."[/b]

[i]A click sounded on the other line, and the call ended. Gus flipped the top back down, and put his cell back on his nightstand. He staggered into the bathroom, taking off his boxers [as that was all he slept in], and got into the shower, praying nobody else would call him while he tried to relax...[/i]

[Raquel]

Rayne shoveled the cereal into her mouth hungrily. Manson gaped. She put down and stared back at him.

Rayne: You look like a fish.

Manson snorted and coffee came out his nose. Rayne fell out of her chair and scrambled away, laughing.

Rayne: Sick!! I hate it when you do that!

She shoves a wad of paper towels at him and laughs as he wipes his nose.

Manson: You know, we haven't slept in... Thirty-four hours. Aren?t you tired?

Rayne performs a sloppy back handspring and lands it gracelessly. Manson raises an eyebrow and walks towards her. Rayne yelps in fright and hightails it up the stairs, hearing his heavy black combat boots clomping up after her. A boot crashes between her shoulder blades and she goes down, hitting the floor with a loud thump. Manson pounces on her and pins her shoulders to the floor.

Rayne: Cheap.

Manson stuck out his tongue and goosed her as he got up. She snarled and clutched the spot he pinched her indignantly.

Rayne: If you weren?t the guy I was living with... I'd-

Manson: You'd what?

She leaned up an kissed him gently, then stepped back, blushing furiously...

Rayne: I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to presume... Things have changed and I bet you have a gir-

Her words were cut short as he tenderly pressed his mouth to hers. Her eyes widened and her muscles tensed. She relaxed slowly and closed her eyes, enjoying the brief intimacy. He released her.

Manson: You have twenty seconds to hide...

Surprised, Rayne fled, laughing.

[Raiha]

[COLOr=royalblue][i]She silently opened the window to the outside. With practiced ease, Sayuri Okimura exited the Correctional School that she was currently attending. Once out in the open, she scaled the stone walls with her bare feet, then jumped out onto the roof.

She sat down quietly, then looked over her left shoulder. Everything was clear. She bent down like a runner, then took off and leapt over the alley onto the next rooftop. With one hand, she slid her hairpin into the door's lock, and waited for the click. It swung open and she climbed down into the apartment's interior. Before she could react, a figure struck out at her shoulder, clubbing down viciously. Her knees crumpled beneath her and hit the ground. Then the skin of her lips opened. She hissed and felt her leafblade clash against something else metallic. The male, she was pretty sure it was a male anyways, picked her up around the neck. Then slammed her against the wall....head cracking against mildewed plaster.

Her knee instantly came up to his crotch. Once. Twice. He fell down in the position she had been in ten seconds ago. Her blade opened the veins of his neck, and crimson life drained through to the threadbare carpet. Sayuri's soft voice, barely discernable over the hum of flourescent lighting echoed...[/i]

"Arigato."

[i]Ignoring the bleeding lip and bruised shoulder, she unlocked the nearest door and let herself in. Shower....the first sound she heard. No matter. She walked to the nearest chair and sat down gracefully, readjusting the collar of her tank top and examining the various bloodstains on her skin. Admiring the way they clashed with silver and flesh. Whoever lived here wouldn't know she was even here.[/i]

.......[/COLOr]

[Chaos]

[i]The sounds of, what seemed to be, struggle died with the same quickness that they had begun. It most likely was the Sandavals next door. They never gave a second glance to the time of day before they drank and fought.

'Not that it's any of my business.'

The shockingly hot water lasted long today, as not many people were up this time of the morning. Just standing there, face in the streams of water, eyes closed, Gus would have fallen asleep if it weren't for the fact that he nearly fell over twice, doing just that.

For what seemed like five minutes came upon an hour. He finally turned off the water, got out, toweling himself off. He spent another three minutes shaving the stuble off of his face, leaving only a little bit on his sideburns, but they didn't go past the bridge of his nose in length.

Towel wrapped around his waist, he stepped out of his white-tiled bathroom, leaving the fan on so the walls wouldn't mildew again, moving silently, but somewhat clumbsily, to his dresser. First he put on some boxers, plaid in design, then a white undershirt. Next came a black jearsy, the number "17" printed neatly on the back in dark grey. Then, black Jnco jeans, followed by white tube socks, though the didn't go above his shin, and some Timberlands to finish it all off.

In the early morning light, he put his wallet in his back right side pocket, his lockblade knife in his right front pocket, along with a half-empty packet of Winterfresh gum also in the right, and a new, fresh pack of Camel Lites, with his silver Zippo lighter, in his left front pocket.

He walked quietly to the door, stopping suddenly. He turned back, to his nightstand, and grabbed his cell phone and keys, dropping them into the cell-phone pocket on his right leg, clipping the cell to the lip of the fold. He looked over to his dresser, or rather, the oval mirror on top of it, leaning against the wall. He did a once-over, making sure his gear was in somewhat order, sprayed a tiny splash of Addidas cologne on, and headed for the door again.

He flipped the lock on the handle to the left, only to find that it was already there. With a second's delay, his blade came out. A Timeberwolf silver lockblade, the actual blade being three inches long, sharpened and serrated like a razor, glinted in the dim light of the room, coming from only the window and bathroom. He reached with memory alone, and flipped the switch on the wall. The room was bathed in a a low-watt light instantly, but the woman was seen none the less.

Gus whipped his knife in her direction, but stood where he previously was, and his arms were held out, as if to say "What now, eh?". But still he did not move, just waited. She was in a somewhat easy chair that was placed in the den/kitchen/guest room, sitting with her legs crossed. Parts of her body were blotchy, due to the spots of dust and grime on the lightbulb, but there she was.

Gus eased his way forward, watching the girl the entire time. He came to the doorway of the room, and flicked the light on. This time, a sixty-watt bulb came on, and the girl was clearly seen.

A look of confusion came on Gus' eyes, as he looked her over. She seemed so familier, as if he had met her before. He eased his arms down, but kept his knife so that a flick of the wrist would give somebody a hell of a stomachache.[/i]

[b]Gus:[/b] "Not that I'm a stranger to finding chicks I don't reallyh know in my house in the pre-dawn hours, but who the **** are you?"

[i]Silence was the only responce he earned.[/i]

[b]Gus:[/b] "Right. Okay. Okay, up. Let's go. I have to go somewhere, and you're slowing me down. Now I don't care where you go after I 'escort' you from my property, but I'd like for you to just...leave."

[i]It was at this point that Sayuri lifted up her face from it's bowed position, so that she could be clearly identified. Gus took half a step back, and quickly put his blade back in his pocket.[/i]

[b]Gus:[/b] "Oh, hey there. Would'jah look at the time?"

[i]Without saying any more, Gus turned off all of the lights, save for the bathroom one, and headed out the front door, stepping calmly over the body in the hall, and out the stairwell, heading towards his parked, black '88 Monte Carlo...[/i]

[Avalon]

Le'vana smiled again, starting to pull her bows off, releasing her hair. "I don't know why I do this...I'll end up putting them back into the same ponytails the next day."

"Well, maybe you're just..." Le'vana looked at him sharply.

"Don't even say it." she replied, pulling the last ponytail loose. She shaked her head around, letting it fall sloppily on her shoulders. Sighing, she crossed her legs, pressing out her black skirt. "Well, what are we going to see?"

Dave looked at her confused, "I thought you already know...since you suggested this [i]outing[/i]."

"Nope, I didn't even look to see what was playing...I just decided to go, that's all." she spoke, turning to Dave. "I'll leave the movie choosing to you, hon." Le'vana winked, turning back around, placing her arms behind her head.

[Jesus Chicken]

[color=blue][I]Dave looked over at Le'vanna as she leaned back in the chair on the train...then he poked he in the kidneys. Le'vanna moaned in pain as she clutched at her side, where Dave poked her.[/I]

Dave: So let me get this straight. I'm skipping school to see a movie with you, and we dont know what movie we are seeing?

[I]Le'vanna rolled about, pretending to be injured from Dave's poke. Dave sat forward a little bit.[/I]

Dave: Howsabout, we just got down town and when we see what movies are on, we can decide what movie we want to see?

Le'vanna: I think we'll have to go to...the...hospital first...Ahh...The pain. I dunno if I'll make it Dave.

Dave: Stop it...or I'll poke you in yoru otehr kidney.

[I]Le'vanna then reached across and punched Dave in the arm. Then Dave pretending to be in pain, to mock Le'vanna.[/I]

Dave: ooh! I won't be drumming any more. I'll have to get my arm amputated after that viscious attack.

Le'vanna: Bite me.

[I]Then Dave bit her.[/I]

Le'vanna: Ow! Get off ME!

[I]Dave let go, and started to laugh.[/I]

Le'vanna: Stop laughing, and get up, its our stop.

[I]Dave stayed there, laughing hard, then she kicked him in the shins and Dave stopped laughing and pulled his satchel over his shoulder for the second time on this train ride.[/I][/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Yvonne checked the door, locked. She sighed and knocked. If she didn't have the good grace to be home... No answer. She yelled, and again got no response. The security screen outside the door was easy enough to unlock. She simply cut the screen away, reached in, and flicked the catch up. She withdrew her hand, wincing as it twisted through the metal grate. Opening the screen, she found the inner wooden door to be locked as well. This one took a little more effort.

One of the perks about coming from a city that existed on the edge of civilisation, where law was secondary, is that you learn this kind of thing early. And you have all the right stuff...

Reaching into he quite deep pockets, she pulled out her pick set, opening the door in a matter of seconds. She walked in, and immediately stopped. She could smell the alcohol. Her father had taken to drinking lately. There was a stillness in the air, a stale kind of musty stillness that didn't exactly inspire confidence. The room was dark, but she was more than willing to stand motionless and allow her eyes to adjust. The rate at which her stomach was dropping wasn't really making this any easier. She come home to him drunk before, but he was always loud, even if only snoring. That the door was locked was another sign something was wrong. Her reluctance turned to a blind desire to know what had happened. She stumbled forward, running into the table. She put her hands down, and discovered a piece of paper, where her mother always kept the table clear and spotless. Trembling, she went back outside into the light.[/I]

"Yvonne dearest
It's too much, I can't take it anymore. I've left. Gone home. You're father...he's grown too slovenly, too abusive. I can't live with it anymore. I intended to take you with me, but you were at school, and I think he knew I was going to go there. Don't worry about where he is now, don't go looking for him. I'm so sorry to leave you on your own like this, but I know you'll handle yourself.
Love, mum."

[I]Yvonne dropped the piece of paper, and sank to her knees. Her mother had abandoned her. Her father was probably dead, and wouldn't be coming back. She was alone. But her mother...she had gone HOME! And hadn't taken her. For abandoning her, Yvonne could forgive her. But the fact that she had left Yvonne in this hell hole....that was inexcusable. Yvonne slowly stood up, and walked back inside, at last finding the presence of mind to turn the light on. Her mother had cleaned up before she had left, the only remaining sign the stale smell. Yvonne numbly opened the window, not opening the curtains. She turned the light off, and found her way by touch to her room. She doubted she'd leave for several days.[/font][/color][/I]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She sighed and walked to the bathroom. Sloppy, but necessary. She sighed once more and began bathing her lips with iced over water. Sayuri smiled and adjusted her shirt once more. Then she turned and climbed back onto the roof. Once there, she took off at a dead run and leapt across again. She slunk down into her own room and undressed. With slow stealthy movements, she climbed back into her cold bed and feigned sleep. Punctual to a fault, the officers opened the door and peered in. Three teenage women fast asleep, to all appearances. They closed the doors again, and Sayuri sat up. One other girl also sat up, quiet and calm.[/i]

Lune: Why do you sneak out all the time?

Sayuri: Why not?

Lune: Are you afraid of being caught?

Sayuri: Maybe. But I'm not afraid.

Lune: And do they know you actually talk?

Sayuri: No. I met another man tonight.

Lune: Did you speak to him?

Sayuri: What a question.[/COLOR]

[Avalon]

Le'vana sighed quietly, grabbing Dave's arm. "Come on, let's get something to eat first."

"Hey, and I'm supposed to pay for this?" Le'vana nodded, seeing some old ladies stop and look at her.

"Aww!" one of the ladies cried. "What a lovely couple!" the old ladies swooned, as Le'vana and Dave looked at each other...then laughed, walking away from the now confused women.

"Ha, could you believe that? They thought that we were a couple!" she laughed again, walking into a local restaurant. Sitting down, she licked her lips, looking at the food.

Dave chuckled, "Get something cheap...I don't have that much money."

"Duh!" she rolled her eyes, "Let's just order a lot of stuff and skip out on the bill. Le'vana smiled sweetly, seeing the waitress come...

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Yvonne was curled up in her room, unsure whether she was sad or angry. She'd been like that for a while, either fifteen minutes or a week. She was certain it was one of the two, but not really certain which one. The phone rang, jolting her out of her reverie, and the choices it could bring leapt spinning into her head. Once it got past Option CZ though, she gave up trying analyse them, even if it only took an instant. She simply rolled over, hoping the bed remained where she remembered it, and flung her hand out, which thankfully landed on the phone. She picked it up, hoping she remembered how to talk.[/I]

"Aurora?"

[I]That one word knocked her haziness into sharp clarity. No one here knew that name, not yet. And the voice...[/I]

Yvonne: Yuri?

Yuri: Yes, it's me. Your mother's here.

Yvonne: Don't put her on. I don't want to talk to her for quite a long time.

Yuri: She says you might be able to return here in a month or two.

[I]Yvonne's bitterness must have come crashing through, because the next thing she knew, she was speaking in a harsh, unpausing diction.[/I]

Yvonne: And what the hell am I supposed to do until then? Live in this hell hole of a city without any kind of succour, no income unless I get some crappy part time job where I'll either be exploited, raped or abused, or perhaps prostitution? Is that what she expects me to do? And what the hell did she do with that wreck that used to be my father? How do I know she won't do the same to me?

[I]Yuri was calm, as he always was. Well, there were a few times when he wasn't, but this wasn't the time or place to discuss them...[/I]

Yuri: Check you're account. You're somewhat richer than you previously were. Insurance, you know.

[I]Yvonne felt somewhat sick, somewhat relieved. She wasn't sure which. But she heard her mother say goodbye to Yuri, which meant he was all hers, and just what she needed to get herself out of this mess.[/font][/color][/I]

[Jesus Chicken]

[color=blue]
OC: I'm sorry, my computer isnt working, so I'll be lucky to post on here once a week. Sorry for this. It should be getting fixed.


[I]Dave sat there and checked the menu, then ordered a few slices of pizza and a coke, he didn't catch whatever it was Le'vanna had ordered, but he'd survive. Especiallly considering this was going to be the first meal he hadn't paid for, that he was legally entitled to.[/I]

Dave: Couple ey?

Le'vanna: Yeah, there's some crazy people about.

Dave: Well it could be worse, I guess.

Le'vanna: What?

Dave: I mean, I'm sure I could find someone worse to be with.

[I]Le'vanna kicked Dave under the table.[/I]

Le'vanna: You would be lucky to be able to get anyone better, but there's a problem there too. We're not together.

Dave: Tou che', but still...Yeah, you're not too bad, I guess.

Le'vanna: Oh thanks...that means so much to me.

[I]The waitress then placed their food in front of them, and they both tuckered down and ate, still talking between bites. When the two had finished their food they simply stood up, and ran out the door, a few blocks down.[/I]

Dave: Hmm, free food tastes, much better then food I've paid for.

Le'vanna: And it's ok to develop a taste in that type of food, because it's most cost effective.

OC: I wanted to resurrect this RPG, I like it, so keep at it, ya'll.[/color]