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[LieutenantL]

> Victor Hawke <

Just as the good detective crossed over from The Dark Gate to Transport Central (via walkways), something caught his attention quickly. Well, not exactly his attention per se but instead it caught Lookout's attention which in turn, caught his attention. Okay, he's rambling inside his own damn head now. Shaking his head quickly, he paid a close eye as Lookout peaked his head out of his front pocket and began silently scanning the area. Lookout was unique in the sense that he actually had a 6th sense. It was almost as if the little rat could detect when an electronic device was being used in the current vicinity of his person.

Whether it be an illegal laptop, a shitty off-brand cell phone, or maybe even a malfunctioning holoboard giving off the wrong signals. It was extremely heavy and grated on Lookout's nerves in the Genisis District which is why he often splits with his friend if he has to travel there. What was odd was that he was detecting the use of an electronic device here of all places. Sure, The Dark Gate has illegal electronics up for grabs and even Transport Central had its fair share of electric dealers but the way his buddy was reacting? This was a strong and powerful signal.

"Got your ears all perked up, huh bud?" Hawke whispered to Lookout in his electrical tapped-up ear. The young P.I. schooled his features as his pet took off running, using the brick wall as leverage and as a pathway to find the source. "Now why would there be a strong signal out here of all places..."

Speaking of which, Hawke finally took the time to take in his surroundings. Quite a bit of abandoned buildings and shabby roadwork led him to believe that this was a bit of a ghost part of Transport Central. He wasn't amazing with directions but he probably was in one of the older districts that fell to ruin after the main hub of Transport Central was completed. Everything here just became obsolete and people kept leaving due to a lack of jobs. "One of the great migrations of Transport Central I believe they were called. Ahhh a damn shame, this place could have been a good place to relax." He spoke out loud in annoyance. There were even a few parks that were left rotting away. He wasn't much a fan of these ones however since they just had fake grass and trees to give off the impression of nature. Laaaame.

Finally, Victor Hawke, handsome P.I. (hey cut him some slack, someone's gotta say it!) came to a relatively new building that still seemed to be used. In fact, there was a woman standing in the middle of the front yard fiddling with her wrist. Had he twisted it and was trying to get it back in place? He knew that was a common technique people used in The Underground to avoid going to the hospital over something mundane.

Shoving his hands in his pocket and glanced up at the signboard outside. It wasn't night but he assumed the words "DEMO CREW CLEANUP" would shine as bright as the sun with its neon tubing. Though the R and P seemed to be a bit damaged. The dots connected why this building seemed so new. So this "crew", though he only saw one lone woman, was cleaning up the shitty backstreets of an abandoned district. Of course, it wasn't mentioned in any of the newspapers he read. Why would the government let you know that an entire section of Transport Central could get paved down into a parking lot?

Grumbling at the higher-ups and with his mind completely sidetracked from finding the symbol, Hawke started his investigation. Technology was being used here and was emitting a strong signal. The woman would probably have some answers. As to not startle her, he gave a large and friendly wave as he made his footsteps well known. Lookout kept...well...a lookout for any people who may interrupt their conversation such as proper authorities or gang leaders.

Looking closer, he could see that the woman stood relatively shorter than him but clearly had a bit more muscle showing. Working in a demo cleanup setting would probably account for that but he wondered if she did any extra training outside of work. Her hair was a bit long and blonde. Would hair such as that get in the way of work? Having that much hair stick to your forehead with sweat sounded like a nightmare that Hawke wasn't ready to have. On her clothes was a bit of a red substance. Blood? Or maybe it was just ketchup from her lunch. He couldn't tell from this distance. She didn't seem to notice him still, focused intently on her wrist of all things. Maybe that is where the possible blood had come from? Anywho, the detective figured he'd make himself even more obviously known and called out to her.

"Yoooo. Hey there! I seem to have taken a wrong turn and got turned around. I'm a bit lost and could use some help finding my way back haha!"


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> Victor Hawke <

Just as the good detective crossed over from The Dark Gate to Transport Central (via walkways), something caught his attention quickly. Well, not exactly his attention per se but instead it caught Lookout's attention which in turn, caught his attention. Okay, he's rambling inside his own damn head now. Shaking his head quickly, he paid a close eye as Lookout peaked his head out of his front pocket and began silently scanning the area. Lookout was unique in the sense that he actually had a 6th sense. It was almost as if the little rat could detect when an electronic device was being used in the current vicinity of his person.

Whether it be an illegal laptop, a shitty off-brand cell phone, or maybe even a malfunctioning holoboard giving off the wrong signals. It was extremely heavy and grated on Lookout's nerves in the Genisis District which is why he often splits with his friend if he has to travel there. What was odd was that he was detecting the use of an electronic device here of all places. Sure, The Dark Gate has illegal electronics up for grabs and even Transport Central had its fair share of electric dealers but the way his buddy was reacting? This was a strong and powerful signal.

"Got your ears all perked up, huh bud?" Hawke whispered to Lookout in his electrical tapped-up ear. The young P.I. schooled his features as his pet took off running, using the brick wall as leverage and as a pathway to find the source. "Now why would there be a strong signal out here of all places..."

Speaking of which, Hawke finally took the time to take in his surroundings. Quite a bit of abandoned buildings and shabby roadwork led him to believe that this was a bit of a ghost part of Transport Central. He wasn't amazing with directions but he probably was in one of the older districts that fell to ruin after the main hub of Transport Central was completed. Everything here just became obsolete and people kept leaving due to a lack of jobs. "One of the great migrations of Transport Central I believe they were called. Ahhh a damn shame, this place could have been a good place to relax." He spoke out loud in annoyance. There were even a few parks that were left rotting away. He wasn't much a fan of these ones however since they just had fake grass and trees to give off the impression of nature. Laaaame.

Finally, Victor Hawke, handsome P.I. (hey cut him some slack, someone's gotta say it!) came to a relatively new building that still seemed to be used. In fact, there was a woman standing in the middle of the front yard fiddling with her wrist. Had he twisted it and was trying to get it back in place? He knew that was a common technique people used in The Underground to avoid going to the hospital over something mundane.

Shoving his hands in his pocket and glanced up at the signboard outside. It wasn't night but he assumed the words "DEMO CREW CLEANUP" would shine as bright as the sun with its neon tubing. Though the R and P seemed to be a bit damaged. The dots connected why this building seemed so new. So this "crew", though he only saw one lone woman, was cleaning up the shitty backstreets of an abandoned district. Of course, it wasn't mentioned in any of the newspapers he read. Why would the government let you know that an entire section of Transport Central could get paved down into a parking lot?

Grumbling at the higher-ups and with his mind completely sidetracked from finding the symbol, Hawke started his investigation. Technology was being used here and was emitting a strong signal. The woman would probably have some answers. As to not startle her, he gave a large and friendly wave as he made his footsteps well known. Lookout kept...well...a lookout for any people who may interrupt their conversation such as proper authorities or gang leaders.

Looking closer, he could see that the woman stood relatively shorter than him but clearly had a bit more muscle showing. Working in a demo cleanup setting would probably account for that but he wondered if she did any extra training outside of work. Her hair was a bit long and blonde. Would hair such as that get in the way of work? Having that much hair stick to your forehead with sweat sounded like a nightmare that Hawke wasn't ready to have. On her clothes was a bit of a red substance. Blood? Or maybe it was just ketchup from her lunch. He couldn't tell from this distance. She didn't seem to notice him still, focused intently on her wrist of all things. Maybe that is where the possible blood had come from? Anywho, the detective figured he'd make himself even more obviously known and called out to her.

"Yoooo. Hey there! I seem to have taken a wrong turn and got turned around. I'm a bit lost and could use some help finding my way back haha!"


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Cas’ shoulders stiffened as someone spoke aloud. Crap. How had she not heard? Her street kid skills were not doing their job. Gone were the days of hearing footsteps echoing off concrete several buildings away. Gone were the days of quick footing and jumping through the city mazes of buildings. Gah. She let out a sigh. Bye bye glory days.

A quick glance over her shoulder revealed the speaker to her. The watch on her wrist quickly skittered away out of sight as she turned to face the onlooker. He seemed. Spiff? Hmm. Not ratty like the kids but.. not all dressed up like the corpo workers. Though it seemed this.. guy.. was .. ehh. It was obvious he had a job at least.

“Not a great place to get lost in pal.” Cas commented and took one last glance at the graffitied mural before fully turning to give this seemingly random person her attention.

“where abouts are you headed? I’m uh. Done with my work for the day.. it’s. Not the best place for someone to be lost in. Err.” Was she making sense?

“rather.. it’s not the safest place for someone with a job to be. There’s all kinds of..” she hesitated. How could she explain without sounding bias or mean.

“I’ll escort you back to somewhere more appropriate at least. Some of this district may look nice but.. you never know what’s hiding around the corner.” Cas frowned and gestured off in the direction they’d need to head.

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[QuietNez]

Evelynn​

They weren’t travelling, nor were they adventuring, they were simply going about their day. Fruit stands, even some that were selling meats had caught this female’s eyes. But she was only browsing and spectating. Scoping out what she needed, seeing if there was a lot of it at the stands, she memorized her list, but not to the fullest. She needed something in front of her, telling her what her grocery list is.

So, she decided to go and buy another coffee. At the opened front of a coffee shop, she could walk in without the need to use any door. This is what she loved about her favorite kind of shops. Especially with the chairs and tables out front. She enjoyed being in the sunlight, but not facing it. She saw her table and made her order.

It was a genuine coffee and a muffin. Oh, but she loved her honey-lemon muffin with melting raisins and a faint solid crunch to each bite how they made them. But she could never place her finger as to why it was crunchy. Whatever it was, healthy or not, she loved it. She'd lean up against the wall, straightening her blue top under her white skirt and chewed the inside of her cheek. Waiting for her order to be called. However, time was getting slower and slower. She was becoming restless. Maybe she should rant? Perhaps she'd get it for free and not need to pay ever again! But suddenly... Anxiety. It hit her hard in the stomach, where she cowered more against the wall and stood still, waiting for the familiar order.

She's recognized the worker's faces, even knows them by name. But do they know her by name? Perhaps. Three out of the five workers had been serving her order almost daily. She was seen as a regular in this place.

"Edith! Large strong, two creams, two sugars, and a lemon crust muffin."

Suddenly, her dark brown eyes, which were almost black, had a glow to them, where her contacts were activated. Her code word; Edith.

Her eyes shifted left to right, making sure nobody was looking at her to notice the fact that she had glowing screens in her eyes. But as she twiddled her fingers against her thigh, pressing in a certain order, sliding against the end of her skirt, to suddenly have the small squares in her eyes darken too almost nothing. It'd take some to be up close and personal, nose to nose, to notice that those squares were screens.

She walked over to the side and mouthed the words; Thank you.
Grasping her coffee and her muffin, she walked out of the shop, almost finished her muffin now, since she couldn't even wait to enjoy it. No. she wanted it now.

Once she was done, she disposed of the wrapper and held her coffee, taking a small sip before she began observing people. The facial recognition scanners had started to do their job as she passed through people. Some stood out to her the most. Especially the sketchy ones. She squinted a little, but the scanners wouldn’t be able to work with such limited space, so she had to walk up close and approach them.

After she finished her coffee when she was sitting down at the coffee shop’s empty table, she had dropped the coffee cup into the disposal after she ripped the coupon from the side. She was a sucker for coupons. She basically lives off them. Must be because she doesn’t make enough money to even live in her apartment. She had to make a mental note again.

Month’s rent: $1,150.
Month’s food: $180.
Electricity: $150
Boxes of macaroni and cheese in the pantry: 4.
Unpaid rent: $3,450
Credit Card Debt: $5,435
Money left in bank account: $25
Cash: $54.85

She always made check of everything. The important notes for herself. Her cat was already fed and had another two big heavy bags that she can’t even carry. It was all written down as she tapped her thigh, the letters and the numbers written down in her vision, cause of the contacts.

Suddenly a face appeared in her vision, they looked at her first, where the scanners had done their job. Analyzing their facial features, their hair, then their neck, to begin with their body structure, assuming due to their clothing. She had a small shiver down her spine as she observed their jawline, how their face was chiseled well, even their hair. It complimented them well, which had even brought out their eyes. She gulped.

Wait. SHE DID WHAT?!

For once... she found someone attractive. Normally she gulped when looking at women... Especially the thicc goth 2d ones~ But she snapped out of it quickly as the facial recognition scanners had found nothing of this guy.
There were a few surveillance footage of him, but not a name, not an alias, nothing. What is she supposed to do? There’s no relationship status on this guy, so she can’t try and get him. But there is also absolutely nothing but blurry pictures of him on the street.

He’s a ghost.

Or he’s just another guy that knows how to clear his data. Whatever he is... He’s got some money on him, right? Maybe some big ones... Maybe enough to pay my rent off? Come on... Something... I can’t afford to live on the street, let alone an apartment.
As the two had collided, both had done it on purpose. Where she had placed a hand on one side of the male, pulling him close against herself, where she had distracted his one side during the collision, then to bring her other hand around his waist, feeling gently across the clothing, where it wouldn’t be noticed with her soft hands, basically feeling his rear, she had slid his wallet while grasping his side with her other hand. Changing the sense of touch where he didn’t even notice it being removed.

After this sickening and pity of an interaction, she gave a shrug and a nod to the male as he had apologized a few times and kept on walking.

Score. I bet he has some big wads of cash.

She walked into a nearby alley and opened her bag where she stored his wallet after. Searching for her own, she widened her eyes and froze in place.

Where the hell is my wallet?

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[BittyBobcat]

Luca Graymin​

Gray withheld a sigh. One of these days that damn cat's mischief was going to come back to bite her in the ass instead of him, but—unfortunately—today would not be that day.

He was still glaring in Pest's direction when the officer's annoyingly high voice rang out, "Can I help you Sir?"

His mouth opened to answer despite the obvious fact that the question was rhetorical (his answer, as he intended it, would've probably accomplished nothing more than annoying the officer, anyway), but the man she'd been arguing with broke back into the conversation again before he had the chance to speak.

Lap loungers. There was an insult he hadn't heard in a while; the last time he had, it was uttered on the lips of a younger client of his as she tried to small-talk on their trip through the Dark Gate. Gray hadn't paid it much mind. She was just a rebellious teen and he, frankly, had more immediate things to worry about (most of which revolved around how he was going to pay the month's rent). The government was corrupt—any idiot with half a brain knew that—but, as far as Gray was concerned, there was nothing he could do to change that, and thus his life continued in much the same way it had been for quite some time.

That being said, he was no fan of cops. And the officer was already pissed. Inconveniencing her just a bit more could hardly make the situation much worse. Besides—though he might deny it—Gray's penchant for disruption could rival Pest's when it came to people he didn't like. So when he caught sight of the troublemaker in question scooping the cop's dropped rag off the ground, he made no move to stop it.

Instead, Gray faced the officer and schooled his face into a neutral expression. "I don't know what you're talking about," He deadpanned, "Must've been a gust of wind. I've heard the subway tunnels amplify that sort of thing." A small smirk slipped through his facade. "Of course, there's no real proof of that, but I wouldn't leave anything unattended. Just in case," He said—shrugging—just as a wet splap echoed across the station walls.

Pest—all too pleased with herself—floated behind the officer from where she had just chucked the sopping-wet rag onto her shoulder from.

 

[Togy]

Killian Newsy
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Easily tugging the woman's wallet free from where it sat snugly inside her purse, Killian spouted off a few faux apologies as he righted himself. Straightening his blazer and tie, Killian curtsied like the respectable gentleman he was pretending to be as he made his leave through the crowd. Nobody EVER suspected the white-collar man in formal wear to be a pickpocket. Conman, sure, but never a petty thief. Making a note to avoid bumping into anyone else in fear of being pickpocketed by some down-on-their-luck junkie that thought they could get lucky and swipe his wallet, Killian slid his way through the crowd with ease.

God forbid someone ever stole his wallet. He'd rather not carry his basic ID cards on his person, but he'd be in all sorts of trouble if he was ever caught by the police without them. They wouldn't take him at face value, ask questions, dig deeper, and before he knew it he'd be serving twenty-five to life. Killian was NEVER going back to prison. Never again. Once was enough, he'd much rather die than go back, thank you very much. He could make all his info digital, but that ran the risk of some no-name hacker stealing it online, figuring things out, and end up with them either turn him in or blackmail him.

He was not paranoid, mind you. Just overly cautious.

He ran the risk of getting robbed much too often with how much he loved to wear suits and formal wear, but he loved his clothes as much as he loved his tech so he wasn't just going to stop wearing them. As he reached down to protectively pat his left back pocket holding his wallet, Killian figured he just had to count himself lucky that he's never been robbed.

The second his hand felt the missing, familiar bulge of wallet in his pocket, horror dawned on Killian.

Well, that was that then. He'd had a good run in the city, but now it looked as if he had to flee the country. Canada, maybe? No, he couldn't handle the cold, he was too accustomed to the sweltering heat of the underground. He'd become a little Kill-sicle if he was outside for more than five minutes up north. Mexico was the next best option, then. Without any sort of personal records or education, he doubted he could get a legitimate job. He could forge his papers, probably, but it'd be easier and more fitting to default to the wrong side of the law. The cartels, maybe? Why not, he's worked for worse groups.

Maybe he might actually enjoy it in Mexico. He might make a friend, some older guy named Pedro, maybe. He could see the two of them already: Best buds in the cartel, smuggling drugs across borders all across central South America. But, as money and power absolutely corrupts even the noblest men, he'd probably betray Pedro to move further up the criminal ladder. Sorry Pedro, but Killian knew the man would've done the same.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts of fleeing the country, KIllian ducked into an alley to gain his bearings. He still had time to fix the situation. All he had to do was find his culprit, get his wallet back, and make sure the thief didn't learn anything they weren't supposed to. Simple enough. He's done more with less. As he finished that train of thought, his eyes trailed across the alley to the other side, landing on a woman rummaging through her purse. The same woman from before. The same woman whose wallet he'd stolen, which was sticking out of his coat pocket. Inside the woman's purse, from where he could see inside, was a wallet. A wallet that was definitely not hers.

Two and two clicked instantly. "Is that my wallet?" Killian blurted out, dumbfounded by his luck, or lack thereof.

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[LieutenantL]

> Victor Hawke <



Hawke smiled at the woman but inside his mind, millions of things were running a mile a minute. Lookout's tilt of the head had told him the full story. The signal was lost. He wasn't too surprised that they would have ended up losing it at some point but immediately after stepping into the compound? Something was fishy and boy oh boy, Hawke was about to go Tuna fishing for this one. The dots were pretty well connected but he couldn't find the 'why' or the 'how' that connected them. Hawke had walked in and the signal dropped. It wasn't immediate so that ruled out automatic sensors cutting the signal off. This was human intervention.

The next clue was that it had cut off when he spoke up, catching the attention of the very woman who was fumbling around with her words, tell him that it wasn't safe here. Yeah yeah, he knew that already. That's why he had legs, duh. To run away. The interesting part was that he had never known that such a strong signal could come from one device that you could keep on your person. From the way Lookout was reacting, it almost seemed like someone was using a damn server room. He almost ruled out the girl from being the source but her strange mannerisms from earlier were what kept him suspicious. She was fiddling with her wrist. What he thought was an injury was clearly something else, as she didn't have a cut on it and she was moving it around just fine.


"I’ll escort you back to somewhere more appropriate at least. Some of this district may look nice but.. you never know what’s hiding around the corner.”

She frowned and gestured back down the street and for him to follow her. There it was again. Her wrist moved fine with that gesture. It couldn't be an injury. He would have to keep her around for a bit longer. Just to be safe he nodded in Lookout's direction, instructing him to stay put and keep tabs on any other signals. 'Sorry, little buddy. Rough night and now a busy day'. He sure was a trooper.

He grinned towards the girl and strolled up to her side so they were walking in unison. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and he hunched forwards a bit, looking a bit too casual for someone walking the supposed 'dangerous' streets. Seeing as this was his best chance to get info, he started up a conversation that could hopefully fill in some blanks. Starting with the obvious.

"Thanks for the help! I'm Victor, Victor Hawke. Feel free to call me a variety of nicknames that come to that pretty little head of yours." He winked and gave another smile. "I was just heading over to Transport Central Proper to grab a bite to eat. They have some of the best foreign food restaurants in the city I've heard. Why don't we go together? Consider it my thanks for helping me find my way back."

Good. That would surely ensnare more of her time so he could learn more. God, he was smooth.

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[Amaya Itami]

Ayano made an annoyed face at the delinquent who seemingly wouldn't leave her alone until her day was ruined. He was spouting off about her accusing the man with no evidence. He sure seemed to hate her. part of her didn't blame him after that night but still. he could just avoid her instead of plaguing her. She sighed loudly hoping he'd get the hint that she really didn't care. The man she originally accused began blaming wind from the subway tunnels. She tilted her head and gave him a 'you think i'm gonna believe that?' look. Suddenly she was hit with a wave of cold....water? She jumped a little and squeaked at the surprise of cold water seeping through her uniform on her shoulder. "Ah!" She looked at her shoulder and swiped whatever it was off her shoulder. For all she knew someone threw a drink at her. The rag dropped and when she saw it she was honestly confused. She turned to look behind her but didn't see anyone suspicious. the two most suspicious people were standing in front of her. She whipped her head back around to look at them. the one that plagued her looked very amused and the other one had a small smirk on his face.

"Look i don't know how you did that but these uniforms aren't cheap!" She yelled pointing between them both. She balled up her fists beside her oh was she frustrated now. She took a breath and un-balled her fists. She bent down and picked up her rag as well as the mop handle. "What are your names. you know you're required to tell me if i ask. otherwise i'll run a scan and find out for myself." She held out her right hand that should have had her watch on it to scan them. her wrist was.....empty.....'F*ck' Now she'd made a fool of herself and the government in turn. She quickly drew her wrist back. "I-i will scan you just....not right now....I have better things to do" She is in so much trouble. not only is her watch gone from the weekend but now her uniform was ruined too. At this point she realized she didn't have water anymore either and she was most probably late for her patrol in Genesis. She was embarrassed and looked away from them. "Keep your stupid tags for now i'll deal with it later...."



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Seeing the wet rag drop onto Ayano made Ethan just as confused as she was. While he had initially assumed that the man had had something to do with the wet shoes, given the almost taunting tone he used as he blamed the wind. But now....honestly Ethan didn't know what was going on. Of course, not knowing didn't mean he still didn't find the situation quite hilarious. It was especially funny when she complained about the cost of the uniform. It was almost funny how much that very statement proved his distaste for cops. The balls you need to complain about the price of clothes to a man who grew up in a district where people could barely afford rags.

Then her attitude switched to the usual police BS, asking their names; as if it were any of her business. Bringing up the requirement to tell her. Last time Ethan checked police were required to help people, and yet they only ever helped themselves. Honestly Ethan didn't know what she'd find when she scanned him; because he sure as hell wasn't going to tell her. But it seemed that she'd forgotten, or maybe lost, her scanner. Cops round here really had low standards. "Sure, later is fine," Ethan almost taunted as she turned away, "they'll still be up long enough to spread my message."

Chuckling lightly, Ethan turned back to the stranger. "Thanks for that, always good to see someone else not afraid to stick it to these cops," he complimented. Taking in the man's appearance, Ethan noticed the flyers in his hands; most notably the symbol. It was one used by those who provided body guard services. "So, body guard huh? I could actually use one of those, if you're interested," Ethan offered, "now I'll be honest, I can't promise you'll get paid as much as you would elsewhere. But I can promise a free meal, a bed if you need it and you'll be helping a lot of people."

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[Prodigious Mage]

To say Dale scared the ever loving shit out of Morgan would be something of an exaggeration, not a lie, no, but an exaggeration. The man always made her uneasy, made a pit open up in her stomach, a little bit pissed off.

She owed the man pretty much everything, her house, her food, her mother's continued health, even the fucking essay she turned in on how to run a business in freshman year. To say he did nothing but run her haggard would be a bald faced lie, the man... Liked her. Cared for her. Viewed her as a surrogate daughter, he once said, ruffling her hair.

So, naturally, when she felt an arm snake it's way across her shoulders, clamping down tight, when Kendall had sent her off to the other side of the dance floor to pick up a few stray glasses, she hissed in alarm, yanked herself out of the grip, and damn near threw the glasses at the assailant.

Only to be met with amused green eyes, and an easy grin, "Morgan, how are ya on this fine, lovely, morning?"

She fought back an instinctive shudder, and brought the glasses on her grasp close to her chest, "Could be better, do you need something Mister Wilcox?"​

 

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PROXY

LOCATION: The Midnight Run, Neon District​

The Neon District was bright and eye-searing, everything she didn’t want to see in a game packaged into a place instead. It always gave her the notion it was trying to cover something up; blinding visitors and club-goers with signs and dazzling lights to distract from the badly hidden criminal activities and over the counter dirty dealings. At least the Dark Gate was unpretentious — the robbers she’d met were surprisingly open about how they wanted to stab you and steal your nonexistent retirement savings — even if the sector was probably worse off because of it.

Shifting around people and dodging grabby hands coming from the district’s day crowd, Proxy checked a piece of recycled takeout menu doubling as note paper. The location Vanderberg provided her was scrawled between the dessert listing and the drinks in almost illegible doctor’s handwriting — her handwriting, in fact. Her brain tended to toss out spoken addresses from storage almost as fast as it threw out bad memories, so after a few instances of running to the wrong side of the city, she had made a habit of writing directions down. There was also the choice of checking Vanderberg’s log on Ex Machina, but Neon District wasn’t a place where she could whip out a console and not expect to be interrogated by a passing police officer — or even a particularly passionate electronic-addict without the right connections — and that wasn’t even considering what worse could happen.

The spot where Vanderberg had been notified of a meeting with his creditor was even more suspicious in person than in description. The third alley on Neo Lane, he had said. What she saw was a tight alley squatting between a run-down electro cafe and a unfinished building with chips of building material flaking off — the perfect place for a hit-and-run. Shoving her hands in her pockets and rubbing the casing of Ex Machina, she stepped into the shadows, careful to keep the only exit in sight.

Casually glancing around for a person and noticing none, she clicked her tongue. This message-sending business likely wasn’t going to conclude pleasantly. Not that she ever expected any request from the staff to, no matter how innocuous it sounded in name.

“Galileo’s orbit,” she called out to empty air. It was the code Vanderberg had told her to say, though it felt unnecessary for a place as unpopulated as this.

A tall, broad man popped out of a nook she hadn’t detected in her short scan. More than the niche in the wall, how such a sizable person managed to fit in such a small space was the real puzzling part. “You’re not Vanderberg.”

“That’s obvious, isn’t it?” Shrugging, she said, “he wasn’t free today. He wants to tell you that he’s pushing off the payment until next week.”

The man tapped his chin at her sentence, contemplative. Then he looked at her, the expression on his face hardening.

She tensed, ready to throw her pen at him. It wouldn’t do much, but it would take enough of his attention off her to skedaddle if she timed it right.

“Fine.” He started walking towards her. To her left was the only exit. “He has to come next time.”

“I’ll tell him —”

He made a grab at her. She flung the pen. Through practice lobbing items at coworkers, criminals and some sheer luck, the nib poked his right eye. He flinched and pulled his hands back.

Taking the precious seconds her instrument had given her, she bolted out of the alley without waiting for the man to react. Turning left, then right, then past a twisty route that led to a bustling street, Proxy pushed her stamina to the limit. Being a nurse meant that she had quite a bit of it, but it wasn’t at all the same sort of endurance needed for long-distance sprinting. Minutes in and her heart felt like it would burst in her chest; it would be an ironic end for the nurse who had patients with much worse heart conditions.

After reaching what appeared to be a non-empty motel, she stopped. The aptly titled Midnight Run was even shadier looking than the average shady motel, but she didn’t have the time to care about questionable aesthetics with an angry mobster on her tail.

Pulling open a crack in the front doors large enough to slip past — it was good habit to avoid swinging doors that might alert a chaser — she strode past a lady gripping far too many suitcases and struggled up the stairs. Hastily shoving open another door on the second floor, she locked onto the counter in the bar and marched over to it, breathing heavily. Ignoring the employees picking up glasses or doing other employee things, she briskly clambered over the top and dropped down behind it.

If she assumed that the workers here wouldn’t kick her out — which had low odds already — her actions would possibly throw the thug off if he bothered to search a seemingly unrelated motel and the seemingly even more unrelated bar upstairs. Though if he went that far for a messenger, her chances of escaping without consequence weren’t high.

INTERACTIONS: Prodigious Mage​

 

[BittyBobcat]

Luca Graymin​

Gray took a half-step backward, his shoulders stiffening as the cop began demanding their names. Even Pest—who, at this point, was finally dropping down to the ground where she would (hopefully) be causing less trouble—bristled at the order. Out of the corner of his eye, Gray watched her drift a few feet closer before perching idly on his shoulder, tail lashing back and forth with a restless flick at the very tip every time it reached the end of another arc. It seemed she had gained her fill of trouble for the day (or, knowing her, the next few hours—if he was lucky). Either way, plenty of time to deal with the officer.

Not that he had much to worry about from her, apparently. The promise of a scan was what initially gave him pause (who knew what would come up?), but—failing that—she didn't exactly have much leverage. His shoulders relaxed a fraction of an inch at the realization.

With another worry out of the way, he turned to the younger man beside him just as he began talking about 'sticking it to those cops'. Gray resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow. If he was being honest, he'd admit that most of the 'sticking' wasn't done by him, but—as far as most people were concerned—his actions and the actions of Pest were one in the same, so he kept his mouth shut, ignored the way Pest rumbled appreciatively at the praise, and took the compliment. And it was a good thing he did, because he doubted he'd be getting this job offer otherwise.

Gray didn't have much need housing (not until the end of the month, anyway), but a free meal was always something he could get behind; it was certainly more than he'd been expecting to get out of the day. "It'd depend on the details of the job," He began carefully, "But it's probably best to discuss those elsewhere." He tilted his head slightly in the direction of the cop without looking at her.

 

[DapperCharmer2.0]

Ethan

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Hearing that the stranger was, at the very least, considering his offer put a smile on Ethan's face. It also caused him to wonder exactly what part of the deal he was most interested in. The optimist in him hoped it was the prospect of being able to help others, the realist knew it was the promise of food or housing. Of course, Ethan wouldn't be too upset if the stranger was only interested in the food. After all, if it meant that another hungry soul got fed, then Ethan could be considered a happy man.

Following the stranger's gaze, Ethan nodded. "The walls have ears, as it were," he agreed as Ethan began walking towards a nearby alley. They went moving particular fast or far a way, so theoretically the cop could still follow and easdrop if she felt inclined to do. A job that would become all the more easy if she decided to make use of her Emitter powers.

Once alone, Ethan began to speak. "I'm holding a secret gathering tonight and I need a little added security," Ethan began to explain, "and before you get any ideas, it's a concert not a cult. I'm a DJ. A real DJ, not one of those bullshit Genesis posers. I'm going introduce the people of NeoGen to real music, while also putting on one hell of a light show." Ethan created a small spark of neon from his finger tips, as if to demonstrate. "But it's also a charity event. My concerts provide food, water, and shelter for those who need it. Those people barely have anything, so I need people to stop the occasional scum bag from taking that 'barely anything'. People like you if you're interested."

Amaya Itami BittyBobcat​

 

[QuietNez]

Evelynn

Come on.. I just had it.. How does it just vanish from me like that? It's longer and easily able to be seen!

She thought the same things to herself repeatedly. Feeling like she was going insane. She brought her hands up to her breasts, flushing them upward, to the sides, unable to find her wallet. From one's point of view, she was basically fondling herself. Feeling herself up like someone suddenly swapped bodies with her within an instant and decided to explore her body. But she was dense like that. Feeling herself up and checking herself to find things, even in public. It wasn't the first time she pulled open her shirt, looking for her credit card.

Furrowing a lip, she even bit down on it afterward, quivering, her eyes had puffed with her cheeks and the edges of her eyelids had reddened overtime and begun to water. For a thief of wallets, she didn't like a taste of her own medicine. She's gotten away with it too often. Karma can be a bitch sometimes.

Okay breathe. Breathe Eve.. Breeeaaathheee..

She took deep shaky breaths and begun sifting through the wallets that she'll just drop and throw away when she finds somewhere far away.

Just.. Freeze the account later... Stick with cash, tell the landlord you're tight on rent AGAIN..

Her eyes had scanned the screens that she had popped up in her view as she turned back out the alley and started to look for more jobs. She can wash dishes... Forever.. Dedicated dishwasher. She can see it posted on the walls..

Evelynn Mae Velour
Best Dishwasher

Gosh she hated that nickname that the memer men gave her at times. There was only Dishwasher and nothing for the boys that she could reply with. God it pissed her off.

Suddenly a scan appeared again, but it wasn't of the strangers that were walking by past the alley. it was the man she saw earlier.. The recent wallet she stole. She froze. Her eyes were wide seeing him again. Was she caught? There's no way in hell he noticed. But when he pointed down into her bag, and she pointed down at a familiar wallet sticking out of his pocket, it clicked. They swapped wallets, nonchalantly.

This is bad.

Not only was she scared, she was just lost for words. Literally. She didn't make a sound. Not a peep.

She lowered her eyes and her head, her one large stripe of black hair had waved with the wind and she reached into her bag with one hand, grasping his very own wallet and handed it to him, where she gestured with her fingers to hand it back to herself.

If he had a look at her ID, not only will it disclose all her private information... But a small handicap logo would be seen on the corner of it. Where two bold words were seen beside it.

Speech Impaired.

Tag: Killian ( Togy )​