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[Veyd Sahvoz]

Maria and Elizabeth Jones
Maria nodded. "Mendez huh? Yeah that guy's an ass. Hired us for a job a while back and never paid us. That's why we take money up front for theft work now-a-days." She replied. "Yeah, anyway. All three of them are self-proclaimed badasses. Only thing that's stopped us from killing him is the fact of 1. We rarely kill people unless its self defence and 2. The fact that his guys would see us coming from a mile away." She explained, pausing before continuing. "Out of all of them in a actual fight Mendez is the only one that's an actual problem, both of his arms are cybernetic. One of them just so happens to hide a hidden energy blade, the other one is just for added punch. His room-mates are just normal humans, couldn't shoot the broadside of the barn even if they weren't high 24/7. There's roughly fifteen other guys in the building, more trained than either of the room mates for the sole fact they're useless idiots. Two of them are snipers posistioned in the top windows, one on either side. Decently skilled, though they can't hit a moving target if their life depended on it."


She smirked and crossed her arms before adding, "Anything else you need to know?"


Cirillia Vines

Ciri shrugged and giggled, "No biggie. I've had worse happen to me before." She told her. "Ooh! That's kinda cool, woulda been cooler if your hair was blue to match." She replied when she told her her name. Thinking for a minute she brought out both a wrapped up cookie and a buisness card from her satchel before holding them out to Violet. "Do you like cookies? Baked it myself, we serve 'em at my Cafè. There's my card too if you wanna place an order or come by some time. We're open at almost any time, except times I'm not there or Alicia can't run the place." She told her, smiling happily and ushering the cookie forward a bit more.

Michael listened the entire time Maria talked after he remarked to the other male. Looked like more than a few more people than he originally intended to have to deal with. On the bright side, at least the biggest threat was the obvious one. "Two cyber arms, eh? Probably cost a small fortune." Michael remarks. "Speaking of which," the priest holds out the $300 for the catgirls to take out of his hands."Here's your payment. Assuming you're truthful, I have a little work to prepare for. Thank you for the information ladies." he says to them. He would need some preparation time for this job. Maybe even to stop back home and see what he could scrounge up to use.

Mendez? Looks like he might actually be in for something. "Heh heh. Mendez? Looks like you're screwed..." said Hitsugya in a matter of fact tone. Mendez always looked like a little snitch which made him wanna kill him and his little gang even more. Fortunately that would have to wait. "Hey ladies...How bout a drink?" he asked, smirking far more than he was. There was a hint of something else in the way he said it. Almost as if he had a plan that wasn't "Kill-everything-in-sight".


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Michael paid Mitsugya's words little heed at this point as he accepted the crude card from the catgirl. In a way he was always glad people mistook for just a simple priest. It made things so much easier. "I'm Michael Raynor. Good to meet the two of you." he says with a small nod to the catgirls. "I'll leave the two of you to your 'business' then. Good day." he says after the two after the other man offers then a drink. Pocketing the card he turns and makes his way to elsewhere.


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Michael paid Mitsugya's words little heed at this point as he accepted the crude card from the catgirl. In a way he was always glad people mistook for just a simple priest. It made things so much easier. "I'm Michael Raynor. Good to meet the two of you." he says with a small nod to the catgirls. "I'll leave the two of you to your 'business' then. Good day." he says after the two after the other man offers then a drink. Pocketing the card he turns and makes his way to elsewhere.
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Maria and Elizabeth Jones




Maria waved as Michael walked off, "Cya!~" She called out to him before turning back to Hitsugya. She found his offer odd to say the least considering a little bit ago he was threatning to choke her to death. "Hmm..mayybe if you're buyin'." She replied, grinning cheekily before turning to Elizabeth. "What about you Liz?" She asked her sister. Elizabeth shrugged and nodded slowly, Maria knew she was gunna follow her anyway. "O-okay.." She replied.


"There you have it~. So, anywhere special you're taking us?" She asked him, moving to his side and grabbing onto his arm, pushing up against his side gently followed by wrapping her tail around his waist.

 

[Sinny The Fool]

Ciel Johann, "Mr. J."

Inside the cold and dark prison halls of Cold Gate, there laid a cell. If anyone was bothered to read the 'name' of this cell it was labeled above the door 'Cell of laughter' something Ciel asked for personality while being 'confined' in this place. Inside his cell, there was hardly anything besides a sink with a mirror on one side of the room and a bed on the other side. Anyone outside would be able to see every movement the man made through glass which had been recently deemed 'unbreakable' by any human even those with enhancements.


Ciel however out of the many prisoner's was mostly known for being the only one to actually have a constant smile and positive attitude in this place. Most by now had broke mentally and emotionally for being isolated for so long. Many prisoner's would even kill themselves due to the amount of stress which was placed on them or even torture. Ciel namely, had already been punished by the electric chair on fairly high levels. Where many individuals brain's would be no better than mush by now. He was able to remain exactly the way it was and many believed he got a 'kick' from it, and right now he was one of eight people to be placed in a straight jacket.

Right now he had been on the floor and backed to a corner where he kept a close eye on the glass which was between him and hacking at anyone outside his Cell. Flashing images flowed through his head, image's of scenes of his past which he simply cannot forget. What it had been like killing all those numerous people and remembering each of their expressions when they had died. Out of all the many people he killed he learned one thing about death...No one meets it happily or with a good ole' smile on their faces. That is what separated this man from the 'common criminal'..He truly enjoyed what he did and even if given a slim chance would do it all over again. Chanting from his cell he asked for one of the guards "Oooh!! Guardsman!! Come here would you my good friend??" he said with a deep and eerie tone, silence filled the halls besides a few footsteps, using the wall to get up he moved to the glass and rammed his hand hard onto the glass. Pressing his face against it trying to catch even a small glimpse of who might be making the sound of footsteps.


"Oh! Oh! I get it, you don't like Clowns right? Gah! I have to agree they are horrible comedians..." he said as if it were fact, holding his head up high he continued rambling on despite whoever was and wasn't listening "That is why men like me have to give Clowns a good name!" he yelled out. Some men in other's cells began groaning out of annoyance and one even yelled out in response "Shut up you fucking freak!". Ciel, retracting his head back slightly with a frown on his face "You...I HAVE A NAME YOU BUFFOON!!" he yelled in reply, clearly being offended "All you common folk..I don't get it...It's all about the money or the glory..Me? I like knives..dynamite & gasoline..and all the other good cheap things one can have in life." motioning his face towards the cell of the other prisoner he began laughing like a maniac "All of your talents and what are you doing? Twiddling your thumbs until you rot away in such a cold and dark place." making a lip expression as if saying 'boom' his eyes lit up at some deranged thought in his head which caused him to laugh even louder. By now the halls of Cold Gate would be filled with this man's constant mad and eerie laughter.


The place beginning getting louder as other inmates had started getting all rowdy be the laughing commotion and before long. The whole prison went into a furious fit of rage and everyone around this 'laughing clown' had either been screaming and shouting random word or sounds or mentally breaking down, seemingly suffering from the laughter...It was as if he was turning everyone inside the Prison completely insane. Gently closing his eyes as if the screaming of torture and such were music to his ears he twirled around before dropping back hard on the floor. Where he would be forced to face the roof, which to Ciel appeared as a large mirror. With a reflection of himself however what many other's would have seen in Ciel's reflection would be much different from the 'laughing clown' himself.

as many might have thought however, Ciel didn't overly mind his reflection which seemed to come out of some horrible nightmare. An expression of awe appearing on his face before turning back into a long and eerie grin "Why hellooo good looking!! KAHAHAHAHAH!!" and like most of the time. He went back into another fit of mad laughter. A guard finally arrived and started to quite everyone down, making Ciel's laughter and cheerful expression fade away quickly. Hopping back up to his feet from his earlier position of laying on the floor. The guard approached with an agitated expression "You again? Keep this up again dammit and I'll put you back into that chair you seem to love so much." the guard thought this would be an efficient way to get the man to shut up..However he would soon realize it was no use, as in almost an instant the man popped out into view all the while screaming "BOO!!" which was actually able to startle the man before reacting in banging the glass with his baton. Ciel grinned and mused as he pressed his face back onto the glass "Oh that lovely thing? Sure, why don't we go on it together? I think you'll find the results...Shocking!" going back to his mad laughter, this time in reference to his pun about the electric chair.

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[Veyd Sahvoz]

Maria and Elizabeth Jones
Maria waved as Michael walked off, "Cya!~" She called out to him before turning back to Hitsugya. She found his offer odd to say the least considering a little bit ago he was threatning to choke her to death. "Hmm..mayybe if you're buyin'." She replied, grinning cheekily before turning to Elizabeth. "What about you Liz?" She asked her sister. Elizabeth shrugged and nodded slowly, Maria knew she was gunna follow her anyway. "O-okay.." She replied.


"There you have it~. So, anywhere special you're taking us?" She asked him, moving to his side and grabbing onto his arm, pushing up against his side gently followed by wrapping her tail around his waist.

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Hitsugya's grin was still big, and menacing, as he took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw on the ground. Yeah, sure...Special. "Sure...I'll pay. I was thinking some place with a lot of people" said Hitsugya. When she wrapped her tail around his waist he paid little attention to it, debating if he should play along or not...


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Maria and Elizabeth Jones




"Hmm..okay. Where did you have in mind?" She asked him curiously. Maria was fine with lots of people, Elizabeth..not so much. Regardless she walked over to stand beside her sister, still un-trusting of Hitsu after he'd threaten to choke Maria. Maria didn't care if he paid her any attention or not really, Maria was going to Maria either way.

 

[Veyd Sahvoz]

Hitsugya decided to play along with it, not giving a damn either way. "Perhaps the Tavern" he said nonchalantly, reaching along her back and keeping his other hand on his Dominator, in case she was still trying to get his wallet. Reaching down her back he ran his hand along the back of her head, as if tempting her. Of course this would only last a while sooo better mske the best of it!


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"Sounds good to me, lead the way." She replied, giggling and leaning into him more, increasing the hold around his waist with her tail a bit more. She noticed his hand on his gun, probably incase she tried to rob him. Though, she had no intention of doing so, at-least right now considering he was taking them out. Although they were technically under-age, they were of legal drinking age somewhere right? Plus, it was Hell City, why the hell did it matter?


Though, she did find his sudden personality shift odd, she didn't think much into it. She figured he had just finally fallen for her and her sister, though she was probably wrong.

 

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Indigo Grayson

"It's cold out isn't it?" Indigo asked her colleague. The hospital called her in early today, someone took an off day. It didn't surprise Indigo, I mean, who would want to look at blood and guts all day... But man, some of these nurses were lazy as fuck.


Just then, a man walked into the hospital, he looked tall, his arm was in a cast. Indigo remembered him from last week, he'd been that guy that broke his arm in a bar fight. "Stupid..." She mumbled, as her co-worker brought him into the checkup room. The purple haired female walked towards the ER Room, hoping that she could help with something. Tonight would be one of her hunting nights, but blood splatter was always fun to see.


"No patients today? Pity." Indigo sighed, backing out from the small see through glass window. The female looked at the chart of names and which room they were stationed at, "Seth Waters... Lizzie Pacston... And... Reynolds Gardner." She smiled to herself, she was gonna do something with at least one of them tonight, it'd be a fun experiment...





Corriane Alexanders

"Oh seer!" Corriane laughed, skipping her way into Sandra's 'Seer Office'. The female was bored, and her apartment was lonely, she needed some form of entertainment. "Oh, oh, Amare, you're here too huh? Well, I'm probably interrupting something then... Sayonara!" The female skipped off as fast as she arrived, Corriane was supposed to be at the bookstore, she had some stuff to do there.


"Hello there." She greeted, giving the male cashier a flirty grin, she couldn't help it, it was fun. The cashier's eyes lit up before he coughed and tried to seem professional. Corriane chuckled, amused by his reaction. The female picked up a dark blue hardcover book, flipping through the several pages, licking her lips as she eyed each word carefully. Her mouth turning into a smirk. She was supposed to pick this up for a friend, turns out it was some sort of ahem... Special novel.


Corriane walked towards the counter and dunked her book on the wood, giving the cashier her money as she exited. "Keep the change!" She exclaimed, grabbing the book and walking out of the store, stopping to think about where she should go next. As she was thinking, a man walked pass, his brown wallet looked full as her eyed glinted with mischief, her hands swiping the wallet and shoving it in her pocket. No one would know, right?

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[CoreyXIX]

As Michael walked down the sidewalk of this hellhole of a city he thought a little to himself, softly some old half-remembered tune to himself as he did so. On some days, Michael could have sworn the walk to the Church felt longer than it really was. Especially on days like these, where it was cold to the bone. One of these days he would have to invest in some heavier clothing. Or maybe it was just some of his old scars acting up. Who knows? Not him. It didn't matter now. His musings were briefly interrupted by some distant gunfire. He knew that from that distance he was too far away to be of any help. A soft sigh escapes his lips. Had he a nickel every time that thought crossed his mind he could have enough money to bomb this entire city in a fire almost as hot as Hell itself. He shook the the thought from his mind almost as soon as it entered it. Despite this place being on par with Soddom and Gomorrah, there were still plenty of good people in here. To murder them alongside all the other scum made him just as bad, if not worse than those he hunted. Granted, some part of him was pretty sure he was going to Hell anyway.


Soon the large, imposing building that served as The Holy Inquisition's headquarters was before him. As he pushed the large, impressive door open he gave the people inside not much than a quick nod and 'hello' as he shook off the winter's chill. It was nice in here. A lot warmer than out there! The relative peace in here to the contrast of the outside world gave him some small measure of peace as he hung his longcoat upon a coat rack along other jackets and coats and took a seat in one of the back pews to observe whatever event was going on right now. Somehow he had missed that there was a sermon today.

 

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Maria and Elizabeth Jones
"Sounds good to me, lead the way." She replied, giggling and leaning into him more, increasing the hold around his waist with her tail a bit more. She noticed his hand on his gun, probably incase she tried to rob him. Though, she had no intention of doing so, at-least right now considering he was taking them out. Although they were technically under-age, they were of legal drinking age somewhere right? Plus, it was Hell City, why the hell did it matter?


Though, she did find his sudden personality shift odd, she didn't think much into it. She figured he had just finally fallen for her and her sister, though she was probably wrong.

Well looks like that played out nicely. When she leaned closer to him he put his hand around her side, almost as if taunting her. When they arrived at the Tavern he pointed out a seat for them as he went to go get a whisky and 2 glasses of wine.


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• Feb 2, 2016

Tacita Amitus


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Tac walked down the street, red footprints echoing his steps. His face expressionless as he walked, his left arm creaked and groaned painfully; the cold was almost enough for him to wish he wasn't a cyborg. But, that'd result in him being dead.


He would've rubbed his exposed arm, to warm it up, yet, having the other arm being colder wouldn't help much.


The dress brushed against his knees, he enjoyed the sensation. He actually enjoyed most sensations, since he was deprived from a handful of them.


'Tavern.' His mind was usually as quiet as his as his physical voice, which did make a lot more of the surrounding sounds stand out.


'People crying, dying, and sighing. Yay.' Tac rolled his eyes at his inner thoughts. His metal hand clung loosely onto the purse's strap, his eyes drifted towards the alleyways every now and then.


Not much scared him, but, alleyways were always on that short list. They had a nasty tie to his past, to his metallic bits. He shuddered and power walked past the dark dead ends.


His heart ached for his stereo back home, the silence was always best filled with anything besides his thoughts.





He lowered his metal arm so he could adjust the left side of his dress, but, he couldn't move it. The snow had frozen and locked up the joints, he winced as it made a crunching noise when he forced it to move.


He shook his head, 'Almost to the Tavern.'














He struggled with the door of the Tavern, since his only real hand was pretty pathetic in strength. He gripped it with his right hand and pulled, while his left arm was in a position similar to as if it were in a cast.


Tac's grip faltered and his stumbled backwards, it ended up with his panties being soaked through with snow. His body wracked with an extremely cold shudder.

 

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Mikado Saris

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The young girl let out a loud yawn as she sat at the side of her bed. With eyes half closed she surveyed the room in which she found herself. Trash and various objects littered the floor, her game from the night before still paused on the screen with an empty pizza box resting on the table. She lazily turned her gaze on the lone window of the room, several heavy blankets stitched up around it so that not even the slightest bit of light could penetrate through. The only downside with this setup is it made it very difficult to tell what time it was, then again that was what clocks were for.


After taking a few moments to help wake up just that little bit more she finally pushed herself to her feet. She made her way over to her desk and leaned over the chair, quickly flicking on the monitor so she could see the time. The sudden brightness caused her to screw her eyes closed and it took her a minute of trying to adjust before she could finally make out the time. As suspected it was still before noon, her usual wake-up time.


A loud growl emanating from her stomach brought her attention to more important things and as such she gently padded towards the kitchen in search of food. Unfortunately ever cupboard lay bare, her fridge and freezer only containing empty containers that she simply hadn't thrown out. With a heavy sigh she let the fridge door drift to a close, lamenting greatly that today was one of the few days she was forced to leave the house.


Her stomach pains would only grow worse so she decided to just bite the bullet and get on with it as she made her way to the bathroom to prepare for her journey. Unlike most girls her age she paid very little attention to her appearance, as long as the bare minimum was maintained she was content. With a feeling of freshness she stepped out of the bathroom, another loud growl of her stomach pushing her to pick up the pace.


Sneakers, socks, sweat pants, sweater and coat and she was good to go. She made her way to her door and oh so very carefully opened it just a smidgen. Silently she poked her head out, looking up and down the hall to ensure it was empty. Content that it was she quickly slipped out of her apartment and closed the door behind her before making her way to the elevator.


She only relaxed one she was alone in the elevator making her way down to the bottom floor. It wasn't that she was anti-social, of course she was, it was just she had a particularly nosey neighbor that would pester her endlessly if they caught her. A small ding alerted her to her arrival, quickly followed by the elevator doors opening to reveal the lobby in front of her. It was amazing what, as her online friends called it, 'autism bucks' could buy you. Even in this cesspool of a city the government was more than willing to throw away loads of money just so people like her didn't have to actually do anything.


As she made her way through the lobby she gave the receptionist and the door guard pleasant smiles. Upon reaching the main entrance she came to a stop. Normally she didn't mind winter, after all she didn't have to deal with it. But when she did have to deal with it she absolutely loathed it. Summer too, for that matter. Two extremes that forced her to put extra effort into her clothing choices and still be miserable. Well it was either go out and brave the cruel mistress that is mother nature or stay home and starve to death. With the choice clear she quickly spun on her heel and started making her way back inside.


An embarrassingly loud growl from her stomach with pain to match was the only thing that managed to change her mind. While bemoaning her fate she pushed her way through the main door, immediately being met with a blast of frigid air causing a shiver to run down her spine. "Stupid winter.." She tried desperately to tighten her coat, hoping for just a bit more warmth. Quickly realizing that her best bet was to just get this over with and get back home she made her way out along the snowy sidewalks as she headed for the nearest convenience store.

 

[TripTripleTimes]

A mop of matted, brown hair lifts from up the warm comfort of the quilt. The head slowly turns to a side, at the direction of the bedside table. The body then rolls with an arm reaching out to grab the phone floating on its station. Emmanuel lets out a hearty yawn as his phone wakes up showering his face with a too bright white light.


It has been little over a month since Emmanuel returned home, but in truth, the man have returned to the wretched city over five months ago. He was not always in the city, constantly on the move. He went out of the state and to foreign countries attending to business and meeting people of all kinds. Even if the man was home, Emmanuel have lost count to how many times he jumped from house to house. He is a busy man indeed.


Of course, this was no excuse for not contacting with certain people when he could. He past by the familiar street with the same old shop ran by that timid, yet well-loved little arthur. Emmanuel bought the daily newspaper, enjoying the comics and the sport news. He stops to read couple of the local stories that are printed to the page before throwing the newspaper into a rycle box. The grown-up boy nearly ran across familiar old faces, some recognizable on sight while some have matured, blossoming beauty during his absence. And finally, Emmanuel watched his lover and sister from afar with a shade over his eyes and a hoodie over his crown. It was not fair for them, he knew, but he was not...


No one was hurting for not knowing, Emmanuel reasoned, and he intended on keeping that secret along with the many he had. However, when Emmanuel did finally came out of hiding to Cirillia and Alicia, he was surprised. The young man had expected the two ladies to welcome him back with open arms... Well, his sister not so much (She's a passive-aggressive little bitch.), but Cirillia? Honestly, wow, he will not lie. Her rejection hurt, a lot. As the man he is, Emmanuel had tried to approach the bunny girl more than a couple of times but every advances were ignored or chased away by his dear baby sister with a scatter gun pointed at him.


So when the lover boy finally opens his eyes to stare at the phone's notification, Emmanuel nearly jumps into the cold air surprised that somebody have finally decided to contact him. He quickly opens the message, read the context, and then he finally jumps and run towards the bathroom. He will be late if he does not hurry. Shit, shit, shit- Holy shit! Cold bathroom floors!

Emmanuel finally emerges out from his apartment block, minutes later. This is not how Emmanuel have planned to start his day, honestly, but the man have postponed and rescheduled whatever the heck he have planned for today for his girl. He will not disappoint, even if they will be just talking. He just missed being with his friend.


Should he sprint or should he cut corners to reach the waffle house? He does not want to look too desperate. Emmanuel ponders how to reach the Waffle House, but his thoughts are cut off when someone falls onto the snow. The man looks at the person's back and up at the store they have attempt to enter. A pub this early in the day?


"Hey miss, isn't it a bit too early for a drink?" Emmanuel calls out. It is just then did he see the red trail towards the tavern.


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• Feb 2, 2016

Tacita Amitus


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Tac almost lost his shit when he heard someone call him a "Miss", he was close to pulling a trigger on whoever decided to call him a female. Granted, gender didn't concern him, specifically clothing. But, he knew what was under his garments.


Being called a female, was like being called weak. At least, somewhat. With all the feminism in the world, it was just easier to be a male like he was born as.


His purse sat in the snow next to him, it had a pretty big trip.


His face remained emotionless, but his eyes shot the man a glare. He used his real hand to stabilise himself as he stood up.


Tac gently shook his head, he'd pretty much given up on using sign language, it seemed not many seemed to know. But, he did it anyway.


He signed, "Not a girl, you pregnant dog."





He noticed the man looking at the trail he left behind, "I didn't kill the bastard."





The sign for bastard was kinda funny; it looked like he pretended to do a high five way too close to his nose.


Tac brushed off his dress, snow dripped and floated down from the 'poofiness'.


He motioned to the door, his face still low on the expression scale.





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Emmanuel nearly laughs out loud when the "miss" he have called is actually a man in a pink tutu. He just stare at the other male with stock face trying to hold himself from cracking and insulting the crossdresser. He's trying, oh so hard, but it is difficult when the pink and silver man (are those cybonic parts?) starts to do some hand gestures.


It is clear to Emmanuel that the stranger is doing sign language. The each gestures have a purpose and meaning, and each string of gestures are smooth without a pause to think. This guy has been using signs for a long time. To bad Emmanuel cannot understand whatever is been told to him. All he gets is that the guy pointing at Emmanuel and the hand to the stomach and then later the guy pointed to himself, a "no" or a "don't" kind of a sign, and uhhh... Emmanuel cannot not hold it any longer. He bursts out laughing.


"Are you trying to call me fat?" Emmanuel's laughter quickly trails to snickering. He feels bad for not understanding the guy, but it's fun like this. The man looks at the stranger, eyes crescent and lips grinning widely.


"Sure whatever, man." Emmanuel looks at the other one more time, not really believing he's talking to a muted crossdresser at the moment. He catches the dress wearing man gesturing towards the tavern door. Emmanuel picks up the purse from the ground and hands it to the stranger. "Don't let me stop whatever you want to do." Emmanuel still has that winning smile on.


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• FreeMustang
• Feb 2, 2016

Tacita Amitus


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Tac sighed, he stretched his robotic arm; the snow melted off from his previously angry state. When the other man, in the hood, started to laugh his anger boiled back up his throat.


'I want to break his nose.' But, the other male was kind enough to return his purse to him. That earned him some nice points, though the total positive side wasn't very high.


The other didn't seem to understand his signs, but, that came to no surprise. Tac slipped his wet purse back over his shoulder, small drops of water travelled down his body.


With his robotic arm he opened the door, thankfully the metallic arm was stronger than his natural one. He pulled the door open, but, before slipping inside he made a gesture that he was sure the man knew. He raised his middle finger at the hooded male before slipping inside.





His body felt absolutely disgusting, everything was wet, soaking and clung tightly to his body. He stormed over to the bar and sat down at the counter, it was not uncommon to see him at the counter at this time of day.


The food here was cheap and didn't taste half bad, when the tender behind the counter noticed him, they headed off, knowing that the cyborg would want the usual; whatever was warm.


With one hand, Tac squeezed water out of his dress, a puddle started to form beneath his raised seat. And with the other he played with the flames of a candle that sat at the edge of the bar. His metal fingers seemed to 'tickle' the flickering fire.





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Emmanuel studies the mechanical arm stretch and pulling back. With the shoulders bare, he can clearly see how the other's arm move and he compare that machine to his own. Emmanuel's own cyberonics crosses up to his shoulders and across the upper back. Oh right, the guy's jaw is also, ah- this fellow does not look happy with him. Emmanuel just smiles back and then grins like a fool when the bird is flipped at him. The man cannot help himself.


"See you later!" He shouts and waves back as the door closes. Wait, he should be doing something. Emmanuel curses remembering that he has a date with Cirillia. The man spins on his heel and jogs away.


It is not long after that Emmanuel decides that walking on foot will be too slow. The gears in his arms and back start to whirl. He aims an arm up to a building and out from his hand wires shot out and dig themselves into the concrete. He leaps, sending himself flying.


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Hana Jackson

"And what was your name again?" The man said behind the desk typing something on his desk. He asked that same question four times already and every time had the same answer." Amelia knoxs. You know the intern from hell's den newspaper? I'm here to interview one of the inmates for a story." She was trying very hard not to lunge over the desk and struggle the man who was taking up all her time, But she knew she wouldn't, She didn't want to drop the box of sweets.


She pushed up her red glasses she brought from the store not too long ago, and her fake ID "Alright the inmate you'll see is insane, Maybe too insane for comfort. You will only have 3 mins with the inmate then you will have to leave the premise do you understand?" Hana I mean Amelia, started to pull out one of her devilish smirks before opening her box. " Or I can have five minutes and you'll get a donut or a cookie... I'd watch out for the brownies though." The man took two donuts before the guards let her in. Idiots. She thought the things humans would do for food.


Cold gate prison the most surveillance and protected prison in the world or at least that's what the rumours but in all honesty it looked like a dump in her opinion. She walked past varies criminals. Just to think if anyone found out about her 'dark passenger' she would be thrown in this place with the rest of them... she was lead to a cell with a laughing lunatic inside seeming to mind his own business. " Hello my name is Amelia Knox from hell's den news. I'm here to interview you." She said outside his cage acting on a personality she perfected since she was young, Innocence.


She turned to the guard behind her. " I would like to go inside the cell. It's kind of weird to be separated like this don't you think?" The guard rolled his eyes before letting her pass into the cell. It was obvious the guard didn't really Care what she did, which a perk for her. She kept her distance from the man at first but remained to keep her unfazed smile on her face. She looked at the box she had before opening it up. "Oh I forgot to tell you I brought a couple of things. Cookies, Brownies, and Donuts. I'd stay away from the brownies though. One or two of them might have marijuana in it. I was kind of experimenting and forgot which ones there were."
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[macathan]

Corriene came by, and Sandra had not even noticed before, quick as a flash, the girl disappeared.


"Huh, it truly is not fun taking something when you know it will cause little effect. And you know what? I am sick of sitting around, so I might as well join you in your trip. Being cooped up sucks." She says standing up an flicking a piece of imaginary, non-existence flint of her shoulder cuff. She tip toed to where her door was, and tilted her head, the white bow on her head going a little crooked too.


"I want to do something fun." She laughs and then continiues "-like rob a bank." She nods to her words and turns her head to Amare, as if in asking if she would go. 'I really want to do something, all I did in the past week was sit. Very not fun.' All she wants to do at the moment is go out, and maybe make snow angels, she very idea made her want to giggle, and the childish girl grinned, causing a rather sinister sight.


"So, have a place in mind? I'm not very picky and would rather have you pick where you want to head out to. Either way, I don't care, as long as it is fun."

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Seer's Parlor

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Nope

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Sandra Way


Amare Mortem

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[TheHufflepuffRabbit]

Maria and Elizabeth JonesBefore Maria could answer Michael, Hitsugya grabbed her by her neck threatning her. Elizabeth of course saw this, and was just about to draw her sword and cut him into little tiny little pieces, at-least before he sat her back down. Maria walked back from him and crossed her arms, "You're clearly under-estimating us yourself buddy. Grab me like that again and I can guarantee you'll lose a hand, or maybe something a little lower." She told him before turning back to Michael. "Well, yes and no, it depends." She told him walking back to him and standing in front of him. "What do you want to know and how much can you pay?" She asked him.


Cirillia Vines

Ciri giggled when he was done speaking. "Sorry Bismarck. And sure you can sit down. But before you do.." She told him, grinning and bringing out the Snitch into view. "Dont'cha want this?" She asked him, grinning and shaking the ball teasingly in front of him. Shortly after someone walked up behind her, and oh so casually, or at-least they thought that anyway, tried to pickpocket her. "You'd have better luck checking my satchel, you won't find anything but lint in that pocket." She told her jokingly before turning to her. "Want something?" She asked, unphased by the fact she had just tried to steal from her. Such a thing was common in Hell City, after all, she'd more or less gotten used to it by now. Besides, she didn't exactly feel like fighting right now anyway.

Mizuki jumped in surprise when the bunny girl had caught her. How could this have happened!? She was a master thief yet she was caught in the simplest form of stealing. It was an embarrassment and a shame. She just had to make sure that Gilad didn't find out about this. Who knows how he'd react. Glancing over at the Pink girl, her face turned red and she shook her head. I need to make an excuse, and quick! Letting out a small sigh, Mizuki shook her head again and began to speak, her voice light with a hint of embarrassment. "No, I wasn't trying to steal from you!" She said, frowning slightly and placing her hands on her hips. She had to think of a quick excuse. Her mind races back to her rap music, and she found her answer. "I wanted to smash, babe. I wanted a piece of that ass!"
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Cirillia Vines

Ciri arched a brow and crossed her arms as the girl said she wasn't trying to steal from her, a playful smirk on her face the entire time. She outright laughed at what she told her. "Sorry, I'm afraid I don't swing that way. I already have a boyfriend too." She replied, though she didn't buy her excuse for a minute. "Don't worry, I'm not mad at you. Though, if you're gunna try to steal from people maybe don't yawn directly behind them. It kinda just alerts them of your prescence further." She explained. "I learned that bit from an old close friend of mine, I tried pulling the exact same thing on him as you did to me." She told her.


"Annnyway." She spoke, rolling her eyes to the side slightly for emphasis. "I'm Cirillia, though most people call me Ciri, maybe you've heard of my Cafè called Bunny Parade? Maybe not, eh. What about you, what's your name?" She asked her.

Bismarck took the Snitch from Ciri, rubbing it on his shirt to make sure it was clean, then sent it back into Harry Potter. It disappeared in a flurry of golden letters. The brown-haired man smiled; he loved his ability, it was pretty to watch. He witnessed a girl trying to pickpocket Ciri shortly afterward and chuckled at the feeble attempt. He knew a bad thief when he saw one; after all, he was the leader of a thieve's gang. "Nice try, ma'am, but you'll have to work on your technique."

 

[philocaly]

Indigo Grayson

"Indigo, we need you at Cold Gate Prison, today's their first check up day, and the other nurse wimped out..." The purpled haired female widened her eyes at her boss, her face making her look scared but in actuality, she was super pumped. "R-Right boss... I'll get right to it!" She forced her voice to sound strained with faked excitement. This is how someone normal would act anyways. "Great! Well, the cab's already here..." Indigo's boss smiled at her, his face looking slightly pitiful.


The girl's face contorted into a smirk as she left the hospital, stepping into the cab, she gave the driver a polite smile. 'I wonder what kind of psychos there are there...' She thought to herself, her heart warming at the thought of people like her. People that were monsters. People that would kill.


"We're here. Good luck." The driver's tired face smiled at her weakly as she stepped out of the cab, passing him a few dollar notes, she waved as he drove off. The large metal gates were intimidating, the words 'Cold Gate Prison' in a large creepy font was stuck onto a brick wall. "I wonder what kind of people I'll meet..." Indigo chuckled darkly, her eyes lighting up as she stepped into the prison grounds.


"Indigo Grayson from Ferrier Hospital, I was told there was a... Checkup scheduled for the prisoners?" The purple haired girl raised her hospital identification card to one of the several burly guards standing outside the prison. 5'11 was already considered tall, but these men were just... Wow. As she was let in, Indigo felt her heart rate increase. It was chaotic in here, she liked it. "Who's my patient for the checkup?" She asked a man, sitting behind a admissions desk, he was on his computer.


"If I remember correctly, a girl had just asked to interview him. He's in the Cell Of Laughter. You might have to wait a bit..." The man said, inspecting her hospital pass. Indigo nodded and gave him a smile, taking back her pass and standing outside whoever it was's cell. She hoped the wait wouldn't be long...




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[Maki]

Bismarck took the Snitch from Ciri, rubbing it on his shirt to make sure it was clean, then sent it back into Harry Potter. It disappeared in a flurry of golden letters. The brown-haired man smiled; he loved his ability, it was pretty to watch. He witnessed a girl trying to pickpocket Ciri shortly afterward and chuckled at the feeble attempt. He knew a bad thief when he saw one; after all, he was the leader of a thieve's gang. "Nice try, ma'am, but you'll have to work on your technique."

Mizuki looked over at the other guy, who just now decided to pitch in his two cents. She didn't know why they didn't just believe her!? She thought that she was doing an exceptional job, but the others didn't see to think the same. "I already told you, I wasn't stealing anything! I was trying to get some ass. The only thing I could've and would've stole was her heart." She couldn't give up the act, even when they didn't believe her. Giving in would make it more embarrassing. When Ciri handed her a cookie, Mizuki was genuinely surprised. She just tried to steal something, or get some booty, but now she was getting something in return? Reaching out she took the cookie and studied the card that rested on top. "Bunny Parade? Can't say I've heard of it. I guess I'll check it out later."


@Mitchs98

 

[Bolts]

After consuming his other bag of chips, he let out a large burp. With food in his stomach he felt much better and was ready for something to happen today. Well besides getting ripped off by some prideful child. Thinking he is important enough for just a number rather than 5 bucks. Psh, probably prank call him later if I have the cash. Peter made his way up the street now. The deeper he gets to the center the more 'control' from this guild is present.


Walking by, he noticed some poor sap beaten to a pulp but with everything still on him. well hello! Now Peter, remember. Pay in advance. So for all the money in your pocket I'll help. If you want me too help don't say anything. Peter paused for a moment and just watched as the poor guy couldn't get a word out. All right! Pleasure doing business with us. He reached into the guys pockets at managed 20 dollars. Happiness shown on his face as he marvels the crisp paper money. He pocketed it and swung the guy over his shoulder and walked leasurly back to the hospital with his music playing. Maybe he could get something that tasted good for once!

 

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Maria and Elizabeth Jones




I guess its working.. Maria thought to herself as the walked, a contented smile on her face as they walked to the Tavern. When Hitsu pointed out a table for them Maria nodded and walked over to it, sitting down beside her sister with their tails poking out of the back of the chairs. "This guy must be rich! Did you see his gun? That thing must of costed a small fortune! If we can get that thing we'll be set for life." She told her. "Getting it's the hard part..I think this guy is up to something, we have to be careful." "And you're implying we aren't up to something?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "You know what I mean sis..we need to be careful." Maria sighed. "Yeah, yeah I know."

Bismarck took the Snitch from Ciri, rubbing it on his shirt to make sure it was clean, then sent it back into Harry Potter. It disappeared in a flurry of golden letters. The brown-haired man smiled; he loved his ability, it was pretty to watch. He witnessed a girl trying to pickpocket Ciri shortly afterward and chuckled at the feeble attempt. He knew a bad thief when he saw one; after all, he was the leader of a thieve's gang. "Nice try, ma'am, but you'll have to work on your technique."

Mizuki looked over at the other guy, who just now decided to pitch in his two cents. She didn't know why they didn't just believe her!? She thought that she was doing an exceptional job, but the others didn't see to think the same. "I already told you, I wasn't stealing anything! I was trying to get some ass. The only thing I could've and would've stole was her heart." She couldn't give up the act, even when they didn't believe her. Giving in would make it more embarrassing. When Ciri handed her a cookie, Mizuki was genuinely surprised. She just tried to steal something, or get some booty, but now she was getting something in return? Reaching out she took the cookie and studied the card that rested on top. "Bunny Parade? Can't say I've heard of it. I guess I'll check it out later."
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Cirillia Vines

Ciri giggled at Bismarcks comment and further smiled at Violet when she kept insisting she wasn't trying to steal from her. "Okay, okay. I believe you, it's fine." She told her, though she really didn't, not in the least. But it was clear she was trying desprately to cover her screw up, and Ciri didn't really feel like pushing the matter more. She nodded and smiled when she said she'd come by, "Awesome! We should open in a little while, I have somewhere to be in like an hour or so, feel free to stop by then." She told her. "Go on, try the cookie. It's a new recipe for a sugar cookie so I'm curious if anyone else likes it or not, it might be a bit on the sweet side." She added.