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| [Introduction]
The year is 2013 and WWIII is just beginning, times are tough and there only going to get harder as the war kicks into full gear. The call to war has begun, volunteers at first but everyone knows soon enough every abled bodied man and woman will be enlisted into this pointless war. Religious sects have begun to call these times the end of days. Claiming this war will consume us and they may be right… Already gas is becoming scarce and only those who can afford it use their motor vehicles anymore. Gettos are becoming more popular as more and more people begin to lose their homes. Crime is not yet an issue but people are beginning to get desperate… Lately you’ve been getting the feeling of being watched but whenever you look you don’t see anybody... You have bigger problems than being watched so you pay no mind to this feeling. Hundreds (Or thousands) of miles away (depending on your location) hidden away deep in the forests of Oregon the strange Professor Adam Eden and his wife Eve Eden (not their real names) continue to research and experiment with the “impossible” on this twenty acres of land miracles happen on a daily basis and impossible holds no meaning. However things are getting a little overwhelming even for these two creative geniuses and quite frankly they are getting a little lonely in there seclusion. How to remedy this, why hire some help of course. Who better to recruit the help than hyper intelligent animals! Each character will be given an invitation and lead to Eden (on foot part of the interview because if you can’t survive the trip then you won’t survive Eden) Bio Goes as such- Name: Age: 12-25 Appearance: Personality: Background: Animal guide: what kinda animal, their personality, are they bionic or do they have a special trait about them that sets them apart from other animals (besides hyper intelligence and the ability to speak because they already have that) for example a pig that can turn invisible(don’t choose a pig because those aren’t very inconspicuous) ************************************************************************************* “EURIKA! I’VE DONE IT!” “Done what dear?” “Ive managed to redirect this wormhole to inside the refrigerator! Now I don’t have to miss meals when im on the verge of a breakthrough!” a man who couldn’t have been more than his thirties shouted into the heavens. “Have you tested it yet or are you just assuming you didn’t just open up another hole into that dreadful dimension from last time?” A beautiful woman scolded hands on her hips just underneath her lab coat. “Please dearest, when will you let me live that down?! I had been working for three days straight. So what If I almost brought fourth creatures and plagues the likes of which the world has never known ?! I fixed it didn’t i?” The man said crossing his arms and pouting like a child. “You know I love you dear, but were getting older there’s no guarantee we can keep this up on our own.” The woman said wrapping her arms around the mans waist and gently kissing his neck. “What would you have me do my love?” The man said inching his way over to the wall his eyes locked on a large clawed or was it spiked slimy tentacle reaching through the wormhole. Unplugging the small machine from the wall immediately caused the portal to disappear leaving the tentacle to continue to squirm on its own like a lizards tail after it had been severed. Looking up at his wife with pupydog eyes the man silently begged. “Ok we can dissect it, but only if you let me find us some help around here.” The woman said holding out her pinky “Deal” the man said taking her pinky in his and shaking, too excited to argue. “Were going to need to isolate this just in case it tries to grow a new body…” “IT WHAT?!” ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………… |
 MidKnight~Chivalry  Name: Steven “The Crow” Age: 21 Appearance: Steven has long messy black hair in desperate need of a haircut and a wash, his face showing the makings of a beard. Peering out through all the hair are two strikingly blue eyes that at first glance seem wild. But if you look deeper you would see eyes full of intelligence taking in his surroundings ready to use anything and everything at his disposal. His skin is lightly tanned from what he assumes were parents of Latin decent. A recent what the people of his ghetto call robin hood raid produced quite a few old sweaters and jackets for the younger residents of his getto. As thanks the residents gave him the most expensive jacket they could find from the raid. A black fur lined jacket. He wears unzipped without a shirt underneath (mostly because he doesn’t have one, also to show off his abs). He also wears black board shorts with long black socks so as not to restrict movement when running from police or military recruiters. On his feat a beat up but reliable pair of converse. Personality: Steven is a really good person, anyone and everyone in his getto will tell you this. He is just bored with life is all. He is a very intelligent young man who constantly seeks ways to challenge himself both mind and body. Living in the getto there isn’t much to do but break rules and avoid getting punished for it. Steven has made this into an art form, when hes not stealing for the people of his getto he’s causing trouble for the upper class a few miles away whose wealth and power have still been unaffected by the war. This includes but is not limited to, hacking into security systems to lock people out of their houses, sleeping with their daughters, stealing food and supplies from right under their upward pointing noses. Steven prefers the road less traveled and loves a good challenge no matter how difficult. Background: Steven was raised by the people of the getto, much like a stray cat wandering from house to house on a whim. His favorite family by far was the native American family that lived just outside of the getto. He loved listening to there folklore and how self-sufficient they were there lives virtually unaffected by the war and economic nosedive the US had taken. It was from this family the nickname crow originated. Steven has always been mischievous like the crow in native American folklore but he has never been connected to just one place much like how the crow was tethered to neither the spirit world nor the world of the living. Comeing and going as it pleased just like Steven. Animal guide: A big husky wolf hybrid, Lupin aka Lu comes off as a jerk to people hes just met. But after he warms up to you youll find hes nothing more than a big protective teddy bear. Lupin is the first ever successful biological machine. He has properties of both a living creature all blended together into a big fuzzy automaton of bio mechanical engineering. Way more sophisticated then a self aware machine or even an actual living creature. Lupin is capable of many things and is the leader of all the intelligent animals back at Eden. Some of the abilities include; Advanced speed, strength and durability, wifi, certain bodyparts can be removed and replaced such as limbs, inferred vision as well as ultraviolet, and standard night vision, Supersonic hearing and a very advanced nose. Stilavon-BackFromTheAshes Name: Terra (But suprisingly people she doesn't like call her Jinx.)Age: 22 Appearance: Terra has long pale blond hair with bangs. She usually keeps her long hair up with two black ribbons. Though she lets two long strands of her hair loose to frame the sides of her face. She has silvery grey eyes and a light tan. Terra lives in a richer community near a ghetto. Her friends often spot her in her favorite dress. A black dress with sleeves that slightly poof, and delicate lace trimming the sleeves. Although the dress is black the bust is white with black ribbon triming it. She wears a black ribbon choker and another ribbon around her right wrist. She has a white summer hat with a black ribbon around it that she wears as well. Her stockings are black lace over a solid white color, and black boots. Personality: Although very polite and well mannered, she's got a rough side, a bad temper, but a heart of gold. She looks out for her friends and is not afraid to get down and dirty. At first glance, yea she's just another spoiled girl, but behind closed doors... and away from her fathers scrutinizing glares, she's all for that "robin hood" gang thats been giving everyone grief. As far as shes concerned, its hard times. Everyone should be helping each other. Not hoarding everything for themselves when they don't even need it. Animal guide: Blue Bird- this Blue bird gives Terra a sort of spidey sense... or i guess in this case Blue bird sense lol. Terra has an uncanny knack to know just which piece of straw she'd need to remove to tear down a straw house and exactly what orange to pull from in the fruit isle to make them all fall down. The blue bird allows Terra to have "A birds eye view" and see around corners and from a different perspective in ways no one else can. The bird also helps her sense when people are near and sense their basic intent- whether they're trustworthy or up to something. MidKnight~Chivalry Steven plugged his “customized” cell phone into the now gutted security system outside the first house of the night and pressed several buttons. His cell phone beeped and hummed as encrypted numbers danced along the screen. Within seconds the beeping stopped and he was in, just like that. “Too easy” He sighed unlocking the doors and windows and disabling the cameras. “You’d think they’d try live security guards or something by now.” A deep voice resounded from behind him. When Steven turned his head to look, he saw no one. “Crrreeeeepppyyyy….” Steven said turning back to what he was doing. The second time Steven could feel someone approaching alerting his other senses to the faint hints of a presence behind him. The soft almost inaudible footsteps, the smell of… dog? Steven spun around a second time this time spotting a dog who’s nose reached almost to his chest. If it was a guard dog it wasn’t a very good one because it showed no signs of hostility. “Get lost mutt.” Steven said before silently entering the house heading straight for the kitchen. Opening a large sac he began to stuff it full of food people were starving in his ghetto and these people had enough food and money to feel all of them a hundred times over. After Filling the sac to its limit Steven threw it over his back and headed back outside. Grabbing a raw steak for the dog sitting patiently outside. Throwing the steak to the dog Steven mumbled “That’s for not snitching on me.” “Thanks kid.” ….. Steven stopped in his tracks turning to look at the dog that was now devouring the steak tail wagging. “your welcome?” The dog just stared back at him. “Ok note to self, no more alcohol…” “Good that stuffs bad for you anyway." “Nope, that didn’t just happen.” Steven said continuing to walk away. Slinging the sac of food over his shoulder and walking away. Stilavon-BackFromTheAshes Terra cut a small piece of meat from the sirloin before bringing the tip of her fork to her mouth and taking a bite. “Say want you want Vause. They should be doing something about the damn infestation of riff raff.” her father said as he took a sip of his expensive brandy. He sat at the head of the table as was his place. The long, dark wooded table was elaborately decorated with flowers and fruit bowls. Yet, it was nothing out of the ordinary. If anything it was simple; nothing like the large floral arrangements mother insisted upon if father were having a party. Today they were merely having dinner with a family acquaintance- Dr Vause. “And I’m telling you Jim, there’s nothing they can do about it. What do you expect them to do? Hand out loaves of bread full of poison?” Terra’s father snorted. “There’s a thought. Clean up the damn streets.” “Isn’t there something the city can do? If we continue down this path the ghetto’s will only get more and more desperate. At the rate things are going it wont be long until violence breaks out.” Terra took a sip of water from her crystal glass as she looked up at her mother who was more often the not the voice of reason over her father who was rash and hot tempered. Her mother placed her hand over her husband’s wrist. “All it takes is someone trying to defend themselves against those robbers who’ve been striking at night. It wont matter who dies. The other class will be outraged and we’ll have another war on our hands.” “Listen to Grace, Jim. Unlike you, your wife has a good head on her shoulders.” Vause replied with a crooked grin. “Perhaps with times being so difficult the city should consider improving the ghetto.” Terra said, finally speaking up. “With the stakes so high, it seems foolish to have our city split in half. The urchin’s don’t care about us. It isn’t as if we’ve given two fig’s about them. Now what if the enemy see’s our weakness and decides to offer all the different ghetto’s a reward if they help them bring the cities down? Our enemies wouldn’t even need to lift a finger. Offer a starving men bread and money and he’ll do anything you ask.” “Here, here.” Vause said, raising his glass of wine to Terra before drinking it. She smirked slightly to herself. “And what do you suggest, Terra? Would you have everyone gather up all their money and goods and split the money evenly among the people? Who do you think will agree to that?” her father asked glaring at her. “It’s world war three father, I don’t think we have time to be picky. It’s wrong that we’re here living like kings while there’s people out there- children- starving.” “I don’t see you giving anyone your plate.” he growled before taking another drink of brandy. “Jim.” Terra’s mother scolded. He ignored her. “You talk a good talk, Terra but, at the end of the day you’ll still go to sleep in your soft bed. You’ll forget all about the ‘children’ as you doze off in your safe, warm bed, and tomorrow you’ll go about your day as usual. Terra glared at her father and stood up. “If you’ll excuse me. I’ve lost my appetite.” she said, giving a polite curtsy after slamming her napkin over her plate and turning to go to her room. “We’ll feed the leftovers to the dog then.” her father chuckled. …. The old grandfather clock chimed midnight and the house was still. Everyone asleep. Except for one. A black figure quietly made its way through the house, making not a single sound as they made their way out of the house. It was small in stature with a black wool long coat that just barely skimmed the floor. The hood kept the Asian ceramic white and red cat mask cloaked in heavy shadows as the figure climbed out of a window and jumped, gripping the terrace with her red leather gloved hand. Like a cat, she swung her body hard and leapt, catching hold of the pillar, sliding down it and landing safely on the ground. Turning, the figure saw a blue bird perched in a bush. It began singing loudly. The figure quickly brought its red hand up to the mask’s painted mouth to quiet it. The bird cocked its head to the side and quieted. “Good bird.” Without another word the figure took off and ran through the streets entering the ghetto. Climbing quickly up a tree, the shadowed figure perched there on a branch, opening her bag and pulling out small pouches that jingled, full of money. She heard another chirping noise and looked up seeing the same blue bird looking down at her. “What? I’m filling in for Saint Nick.” Tossing the money up in the air slightly and catching the pouch in her gloved hand, the figure chucked the pouch far. It hit the roof, knocking down a basketball that had been stuck up there. As the pouch slid and fell into the storm drain, traveling down the pipe, the ball fell to the ground and bounced off the door, making a loud thumping noise. Just as the door opened the pouch rolled out of the pipe and landed at the door step. She smirked as she heard exclamations of robin hood. “All in a nights work, bird.” She glanced over her shoulder and began making her way up the branch. “One down, one ghetto to go.” and with that she jumped through the air, caught a tree branch, swinging and missing a spiked fence, hopped across a few stone statues, over a old rust bucket of a car, before catching a ledge to an old stone house and pulling herself up to toss another bag through an open window. The blue bird flew past her. She paused and looked to her right, quickly making her way up the house before the person making their way down the street even had a chance to spot her. MidKnight~Chivalry Steven was surprised at how helpful the dog had been, despite looking like a small horse from a distance the large dog was surprisingly stealthy. Ducking low into the shadows when told and at one point even pulled Steven into a bush just as a police officer was passing through. “Ok dog what’s the catch your too smart.” Steven said climbing out of the bush after the officer had passed. Nowadays police officers were more like thugs, paid off by the rich to bully the needy. Stevens question was greeted by silence “Come on mutt cat got your tongue? You were so talkative at the beginning.” Steven said slightly raising his voice. The only response he got was a slight head tilt. “…. Ah whatever, stupid dog thanks for the help but I can take it from here.” Steven said approaching the wall that separated the rich from… everyone else. Steven cupped his hands and cawed like a crow, moments later a rope appeared over the wall. Steven tied his back to it and stepped a few extra feet away from the wall before takeing a running jump up and at the wall, his foot pushing off for a little extra lift. Stevens fingers grasped the ledge and he pulled himself up laying flat along the top of the wall he hoisted his sac up and over the wall gently guideing it down with the rope to his accomplice down below before sitting up and facing the dog. “Later pooch.” He said saluting as he leaned back until he slipped off the ledge, continuing to flip until he was right side up again and on the ground. “My daughter isn’t here today Little Crow no need to show off.” An older man grumbled as he looked though the bag. “Awe no Mya today? She loves stealing from the rich and giving to the needy!” Steven chuckled watching the mans reaction. Dispite how much Steven teased him he really respected the man, Myas father was the one who turned Stevens little robin hood act into an organized way to keep people in the getto from starving to death. “No, im letting her fly solo on a different raid today.” Steven whistled “Movein up in the world, running her own raid? Too bad I wasn’t there to keep her company.” He teased dodging a right hook with a laugh and disappearing into the night. “Where are you going Crow?!” the old man called. “Wherever I feel like old man” ************************************************************ Steven felt kind of bad for disrespecting the man, but he really had a problem with authority he knew one day he would have to address and overcome. As Steven neared one of his favorite ghettoes he could see a small figure moving nimbly through the trees. Silently quickening his step Steven followed. “That’s not suspicious…” He mumbled to himself when he noticed the person was wearing what looked to be a fairly expensive mask. “I didn’t know we had ninjas in California…” Steven ducked behind a tree as the unidentified person stopped and peered back. Before continuing forward with the dexterous surety of a jungle cat, but not with out peering over their shoulder every few minutes. When the urban ninja Steven decided to call the person finally made it to the ghetto they scaled a tree above a few of the shacks opened a bad and started throwing money around. “Robin Hooding?...” Steven was really confused now because ever since Mya’s father took charge we gathered, sorted, and distributed what was needed where so as not to waist resources. Obviously this person hadn’t gotten the memo… “Hey, im sure what your doing has very noble intentions and all but we have a system and your messing with it…” The person in the tree squeaked and fell down landing on their butt. “I thought cats were supposed to land on there feet?” Steven chuckled holding out his hand to help the stranger up. The stranger said nothing. “Hey don’t be embarrassed your doing a great thing, its just we found a better system then randomly giving people food and money.” Steven noticed how nice the urban ninjas shoes were and everything clicked together. Our headquarters are on the north side if you want you can meet me over at the upper west side gates and we can go to the headquarters together. If you want to help you might as well learn the new system.” Stilavon-BackFromTheAshes -A few hours before sunrise-Pulling off the cat mask Terra dropped her empty bag and kicked it under the bed. Who was that guy, she wondered to herself as she looked at herself in the mirror. He had acted as if he’d known she was an upper class citizen but that was silly. She’d taken care to make sure her identity would remain anonymous. As she pulled off her dyed red leather gloves and unbuttoned her coat, slipping it off her shoulders and laying it neatly at the edge of her bed, she wondered to herself more about him. “…if you want you can meet me over at the upper west side gates and we can go to the headquarters together. If you want to help you might as well learn the new system.” he’d offered. Terra had been thankful for the mask. Her face was beat red at the embarrassment from falling from the tree. It had taken everything she had to bite her tongue and not snap back at him for his comment about cats. She’d merely nodded to his comment and turned, running from the guy, taking to a tree, though her foot had slipped at first when she’d tried hoisting herself up it. She’d cursed under her breath, disappearing as quickly as possible before making her way back home. Terra sighed heavily. She’d nearly made a clean get away if it hadn’t been for her damn clumsiness. Unlacing her boots she walked over to her closet and placed the coat in the very back, along with the boots, gloves and mask. When she was finished she slid into bed and quickly fell asleep. … A gentle knock on the door woke Terra from her sleep. She moaned and rolled over in bed seeing that it was only a few hours later. She looked to the door to find her mother peering into her room. “Are you alright dear?” She rubbed her eye and ran her hand through her tangled hair. “Just had trouble sleeping last night is all mother. I’ll be up in a moment.” “Alright sweetheart. Have Natalie cook you a late breakfast when you’re ready to get up…” she said as she worriedly gave her daughter a second glance. “Mom, I’m okay- really.” Terra gave her mother an annoyed look. Instantly her mother held her hands up in surrender and backed out of the room with a smirk on her face. That same smirk appeared on her daughters face the second her bedroom door was closed again. When her mother was gone her hand went up to her face where her finger gently trailed a scar there that was barely noticeable anymore. She flinched slightly and sighed. She was ready to face the day. Sleep or no sleep… remember the way she’d fallen out of the tree in front of that guy from the ghetto she decided maybe she’d practice her gymnastics for a few hours too. … Terra waited until everyone was asleep before she snuck out of bed and donned the same thing she’d worn the night before. She tugged at the red leather gloves, and made sure the laces on her matching boots were tied tightly before she slipped the ceramic cat mask on and pulled the hood from her tailored riding coat up. Without a sound she made her way out her bedroom window on the third floor and slipped through the shadows of the court yard. She made it to the west side gate without too much trouble and found the guy waiting there for her. He was leaning up against the wall and gave her a crooked grin when she dropped down from the high wall. “Looks like the kitten’s gotten her legs back.” he teased mockingly. She glared at him through the mask but didn’t say anything. “Not much of a talker, eh? Right then. Well this way. Try to keep up.” the next thing she knew he kicked off the wall and began running. A second later she was running alongside him. “Not bad.” he grinned before going even faster. Terra gaped at him. He was like a- her head darted to the bushes thinking she’d just seen a wolf; the very thing she was about to compare him to… and had that blue bird been perched in the tree? … she wondered until she looked ahead and saw the guy quite a few yards away. She picked up her speed and followed him around corners, through alleys and shadows. They ended up in front of an old house that looked just as shabby and in need of repair as the others… if not more so… a old rusted out bus was parked along side it. “This way.” she said- not even out of breath that much. He lead her into the bus and pushed away some old crates then lifted a hatched and looked up at her. “After you.” he said. She hesitated but walked over to it, slipping down, landing in what looked to be a cellar. “Hey old man, Mya? Anybody here. Brought that cat I was talking about.” Cece Name: MyaAge: 22 Appearance: Mya is small. It's probably the best way to describe her. She's short. She's thin. Her curves are left wanting. Very red hair she never really cuts is pulled tightly back in a long braid that reaches down the length of her back. Her olive complexion is complimented by her nearly black eyes,framed in by her heart-shaped face. She attempts to bring out what little curves she has by wearing tighter clothes. Tight black Levi's coupled with a tight green tank top is a regular outfit for her. She generally tops them with the only jacket she owns; black leather, almost too big, with many pockets. And of course, she's never without her tall black boots. Personality: Where Mya's size is tiny, her personality is huge. She's never without a witty joke, a smart comment, or a thoughtful hint. Though she has little, she thinks big, and generally her ideas are torn down by those around her. It never really affects her, though, because Mya's head always onto the next step. She's friends with everyone, but close to no one, trusting only enough to survive. Background: Mya lives with her father who has always done everything he could to supply everyone in his ghetto. Since she was young, she's been trained to get what she can from those that have too much. "Robin Hooding" is a way of life for her. Her mother died in a raid when Mya was a baby, and is consequently a daddy's girl in every aspect. Now that she's older, she's become her father's right-hand man. Animal guides: A large bob-cat, Greer, hard where Mya is soft. She's cold to those who don't know her, but when studied farther her attitude is that of subtle affection. She's sarcastic, and blunt. She's fully animal, but her abilities are many. Speed, agility, telepathy, are the main of them. ~*~*~*~*~*~ "No." "But, Dad, consider this: If we have two raid parties in one night, the potential for success is twice as big, and you and I both know that if we don't harvest well tonight, people are going to go hungry. Our reserves are shrinking at an alarming rate." Mya followed behind her mountain of a father, Gregory, as he gather his tools of the trade. He sat on a battered chair, sighed, looked around the underground "lair," that housed their weapons, cots for whomever needed them, and storage for whatever they were able to get, which, at the moment, was not much. Purposefully avoiding his fiery daughter's eyes, Gregory picked up a beaten old lock-pick and began cleaning it. Knowing her father, knowing his tricks, knowing he was intentionally causing a lapse in conversation, she waited, stared at him with fire in her dark eyes. She didn't move, knowing that any twitch or fidget would alert her father to her impatience, which, in turn, would mean he won his sick game. It wasn't difficult however. She was unnaturally good at not moving, not being seen for remarkable amounts of time. This argument was common between them recently. Mya had felt she was ready to lead her own crew on a raid for quite a while, but never really had an opportunity. It would have been stupid to take over any seasoned crew leader's authority. The more experienced the better. However, Old Trotter has vanished, most likely picked up by a renegade policing team. That meant that a group of thieves was leaderless, and Mya was the obvious choice. Gregory was incapable, or unwilling, to notice that Mya's abilities to stay hidden were perfect to lead a group of Carriers into the Herald mansion. He had said 'no' for weeks, but Mya felt his resolve thinning. "Mya, the Herald mansion is a big gig. We need the best of the best on it." Gregory didn't look at her. "Which is exactly why your going to put me in charge." Her determination was legendarily infectious, and her talent was renowned even at her young age. She was not naturally a bragger, but desperate times... Gregory finally turned and looked at his daughter square in the face, his hard eyes softening slightly. "Mya," he stood and, showing more affection than he had in years, touched her cheek, "please be safe. And bring home the goods." Nearly in tears, Mya nodded. "Of course." *~*~*~*~* Mya wiped her brow. The four sacks of non-perishables were heavy in her pack, making her shoulders ache in a pleasantly painful reminder of raid's success. She was now alone, deciding it better for the team to take seperate routes in case of capture, slowly, quietly making her way through the shadows of the high-class, manicured lawns. The ever present wall loomed in the distance, growing slowly taller marking Mya's final obsticle for the night. A shadow crossed her path and she froze, suddenly blending in the darkness of a large fence. Without shifting a muscle, Mya scanned her surroundings. In her peripherals, she spotted a shape that she new by instinct hadn't been there before. It, however, was not moving either. Tense minutes passed as Mya waited for the figure to prove itself a living thing. Slowly she noticed it moving, and at first she thought it was a trick of the light, a cloud moving across the moon. Then, though, it was at her side. A huge bobcat, golden and sleek, reaching to her thigh, sat next to her in the direction of the great wall. "You're skills of evasion are great." Mya jerked away. "Wh--?" Her breath left her as she stared at the feline. It seemed to smile and nod. "This is no dream, child. Close your mouth." Mya did so. "I'd hurry if I were you. There's a night watch on it's way." Slinking with a grace purely catlike, the animal disappeared into the shadows. Mya stood, statuesque, stunned. What the bloody hell was that thing?! Her rather unflattered musing were cut short by the sound of footsteps. The night watch was indeed on it's way. A few breathless moments later, Mya was up and over the wall, still in relative shock over the events that had just taken place. ~*~*~*~*~ “Hey old man, Mya? Anybody here. Brought that cat I was talking about.” Mya's head jerked up. Crow. The guy had no manners, no reasons, no concerns, and damnit if Mya didn't admire him for it. She rushed to the locked gate, peered through the peephole, and took in the newcomer's appearance. Definitely upper-class. If this is legit, she could be a massive ally. "Password." Mya's sharp tone made Steven grin, the response she was going for. He dropped to one knee, "My need for you, is like the star and moon. Ne'er shall they dwell without the other." His half-smirk still in place, he leaned towards the peephole and blew a kiss. "Enough!" Gregory growled and opened the gate. "Quit mushing or I'll mush your face. Get in before I change my mind." Mya behind her father, leaned over and winked at Steven who winked back. It was a game they played, neither really going anywhere with it, but both getting emmense satisfaction from Gregory's constant harsh reactions. The girl walked in, rather hesitantly. Mya didn't really blame her. Gregory didn't exactly look the part of enthused host with his monsterous biceps bulging as he crossed his arms and glared. "Hi." Mya said, breaking the awkward silence before it started. "Welcome to the underground." She smiled pleasantly, hoping to soothe the girl's nerves. "I'm Mya." MidKnight~Chivalry “She’s all yours old man, try not to bore her to death.” Steven said grabbing Myas hand and leading her to the back room. “Where do you think your going?!” her father shouted back at them face reddening in anger. “To the back room, it’s not like we can do it out here.” Mya responded without missing a beat “No one will be doing anything!” the large man shouted his face turning a deep shade of red as he stomped towards Steven. “You’ll thank me for it later.” Steven grinned leaning back just out of reach of Gregory’s massive hands. The man may be big but he was slow, speed has always been Stevens major advantage in a fight he was light on his feet and he was a fast thinker though for the most part he relied on a combination of luck and instinct. Backing up Steven continued to narrowly doge the massive hands grasping for hopefully his shirt collar and not his neck. “Boy I know your reputation around here, if you lay a hand on my daughter…” “A hand on your daughter?” Steven acted innocent and confused. “I was just going to start taking inventory from last night. It goes a lot faster with two people especially because Mya can keep track of it in her head.” Steven could hear Mya and the new girl giggle as it dawned on Gregory that he had been tricked. The new girl cleared her throat as if to remind everyone she was still here, and Myas father calmly headed back over to show her around and explain things. As he glanced back at Steven and Mya Steven made sure that he saw him pat Mya on the butt before they entered the room. When they were both out of view they high fived and got to work. Mya grabbed her clipboard and Steven climbed to the top of the old giant shelf grabbing a bottle of Captain Morgan hidden in the back. Before he could jump down the shelf began to give way making him loose his balance Steven tumbled to the ground head first but managed to hook his legs on the shelf just before he hit the ground. Mya had dropped the clipboard eyes wide and hand over her mouth. Steven just hung there with a huge grin on his face. “That was almost to close for comfort…” he said swinging himself down onto his feet. “Don’t worry I saved the bottle.” He laughed takeing a swig and handing it to Mya. Stilavon-BackFromTheAshes Terra watched as the rather large man turned a little red in the face as his daughter and the extremely playful stranger she’d met last night went into the back room together. He rubbed his hand across his face and through his hair and around to the back of his neck- his complexion returning to normal as he glanced back at Terra and chuckled a little to himself. “Trust me, you’ll be in the same position when your old enough to have one of those. Have a seat.” he offered in a much more calm and relaxed tone of voice than before. He pulled out a seat before sitting at the table across from it. He might be relaxed but Terra sure wasn’t. How did he figure she didn’t have kids? Did she forget her mask and pick up a glass one or something?!Gregory gave her a crooked grin and poured himself a glass of something to drink. “You did an excellent job keeping your identity hidden but there’s still a few things you overlooked. For one- those clothes your wearing… see any difference between them and mine, or even my daughter Mya’s or that bone head Crow?” he asked as he took a sip of his drink and made a face. Drinking on the job? Not exactly professional of them, she thought to herself before looking Gregory over. His clothes were old and had tears in his jeans, small, barely noticeable patches on his shirt and a few grease stains here and there. His boots were old and worn in but well kept. Terra looked down at her own clothing and realized her first mistake. Her clothes were not only in perfect condition and brand new, but they were also expensive. Either she’d been lucky enough to steal all of these herself or she was probably not from the ghetto. Then she winced at the thought of her mask. It was an antique from Japan. Father had bought it for her on one of his travels… and chances were it alone could be traced to her family given enough time and research. She was not as anonymous as she’d intended to be. “damn” she whispered to herself. Gregory laughed. “Don’t beat yourself up over it kiddo.” Terra sighed and walked over sitting down next to him and taking off her mask, setting it down on the table. Her pale long blond hair pooled out around her shoulders as she slipped her hood down. “Looks like my outfit needs revising.” she replied with a smirk of her own. He nodded. “What we do here is pretty simple actually we just applied a few business running tools to make it run more efficiently. We have a quota we need to reach where we know that our numbers are high enough to help those we service to. We keep track of our inventory daily and we distribute it randomly. Never on the same day twice and never allowing for a pattern to form if we can help it. Our code of conduct is obviously very much like that old tale about Robin Hood- hence the name. We could use your help. You would be making a huge difference in our mission to keep everyone in the ghetto alive and fed.” Terra was a little speechless and wasn’t sure what to say but before she could say anything a loud noise of wood giving way and breaking as things crashed to the ground came from the back. Gregory was on his feet and at the door in seconds. “What the hell is going on back here?” “Relax, old man. Just had a shelf give way is all. Nothing your excellent carpentry skills cant fix.” the one they called Crow said as Terra came up behind Gregory. “so the kitten decides to finally show her face, but does she have a name?” he asked teasingly. Terra glared at him. “My name isn’t kitten, little crow. It’s Jinx. Keep that in mind the next time you call me kitten you might find your wings plucked and incapable of flying away from a very large cat that wants you for supper.” Gregory laughed, patting Terra on her back, “you’ll fit right in. …now then… to tear something else apart to fix that shelf.” he said, not so enthusiastically. Wait here with Mya and crow, Jinx. I’ll be back in a bit.” Gregory left quickly mumbling something about a coffee table, leaving the three of them alone. Mya smiled. “welcome to our little band of merry men- and women.” she said, handing Mya a bottle of Captain Morgan. Terra took it, giving it an awkward glance. Steven laughed. “It’s probably not your cup of tea, huh, princess?” he said pulling it from her hand and taking a swig of it. “You probably prefer wine or Champaign huh?” Terra felt her face redden slightly and quickly pulled the bottle away from him before he could take another swig. “No I just assumed you’d want a level head with the steaks so high. You could go to prison if the police ever catch any of you.” “You mean us.” he laughed. “I didn’t do anything wrong. I gave my own money and savings away last night.” “Ah so you don’t want to get your hands dirty? Well your too late princess now your consorting with the enemy.” Crow laughed. “Are you going to turn us in now?” Mya asked. “Why would I? Over two thirds of the city are in need of your services.” “Exactly,” Crow piped in, draping his arm over Terra’s shoulder as he took the bottle back from her. “which is why we deserve a little down time every now and again. So come on princess, have a swig.” he said handing it back to her and winking at her. Mya smirked. “We don’t get hammered or anything.” she assured her. Terra side stepped away from crow, closer to the table in the center of the room and looked down at the bottle. She closed her eyes and took a swig of the drink, making a face at the strong flavor. Steven laughed and Mya chuckled. Terra felt her cheeks flush instantly, never drinking anything so strong. Her father would have her head. This brought a smile to her face. “See, no police.” Steven teased a second before a loud noise came from the other room causing Terra to jump and turn so quickly she broke the bottle open on the table. 1 Steven’s eyes widened as he watched the drink soak into the ground. “My captain Morgan! That was my favorite drink!” Gregory came in hauling some wood in with his tools, making another loud noise as he tossed it all on the floor at the weight and awkward mass of his load. … so that was the noise she’d heard. It wasn’t her father come to take her away and punish her. “Got the wood we needed.” “My Morgan!” Terra smiled “Well we really shouldn’t be drinking on the job anyway.” she said, looking as cute and sweet as could be as her cheeks heated up from embarrassment. Cece Mya sank into the overstuff, partially torn, completely comfortable chair. Sighing loudly, she closed her eyes. It had been a rather uneventful night, but she was emotionally drained. The unpacking, inventory, and laughs were normal, but sharing them with a rich girl who had the capabilities to tear their entire operation into tiny bite-sized pieces was something new. It turned out that Jinx was niave, but she a caring, passionate desire to do what was right. Mya's father was hesitant to tell her any important plans, facts, names, dates, or places, which was wise, but towards dawn he seemed more open to the idea of letting the blonde girl help where she could. And that meant gathering dangerous information for the cause.She hadn't seemed very happy about the assignment. Jinx sighed. "I've told you already. I'm a youthful woman which too many dresses. At least that's the politicians think. There's very little I can find out for you." Steven stretched and yawned. "You'd be surprised what we don't know." Gregory nodded, his massive hands clasped around a hot cup of coffee. "Unfortunately the Crow is right. Little things; the date change for garbage pick-up, the promotion of a military officer, the next governor, health of aristocrats, vacations of wealthy families. All these things we aren't privy to can severly change our movements for better or worse. Knowing them can help the cause ten-fold." Mya had watched her father convince hundreds of Robin Hooders for years. But this time seemed different. His voice was gentle, almost tender, and Mya felt herself become jealous of the girl. Not for her money or position, but for how valuable Gregory seemed to think she was. Jinx had seemed rather overwhelmed by the entire situation. Crow didn't help. Snide, lude comments continued to make her blush, his desired reaction. And as much as Mya wanted to dislike her, she found herself getting attached. Jinx had a heart, something Mya never thought possible from the rich. Crow snorted, "But she'll have to change her clothes next time she comes around or she's likely to get jumped." Though Jinx paled she scowled as well. "That would require being caught, and that is something that will never happen." Mya had been given the task of leading Jinx back through the labrynth of tunnels to an exit nearest her home. "Uh..." Jinx twiddled her fingers, obviously unaware of the customs of the poor. Mya grinned. "See you tomorrow night." She grabbed Jinx's elbow, gently showed her to mimick her movement and squeezed. "That's how the Robin Hooders do it." She winked and then disappeared into the darkness. Now, back in the deepest section of the lair, a bare blanket covering her shoulders, Mya recalled the encounter with the bobcat. In the darkness, accompanied by the snores of hundreds of refugees, Mya allowed herself to think it had been a dream. But something inside her told her different. A part of her knew that it had happened, and that it would most definitely happen again. Strangely, it was a comforting thought. Behind her a figure crept. If she hadn't known he'd be there, she would never have sensed him. He whispered lightly, "Boo," as he carefully slide next to her in the giant chair, stealing some of her blankets. "Hi crow." Their voices were soft, not wishing to wake the surrounding Hooders. "Hey." He laid his head back and sighed. "Weird night." Mya nodded. "But I think it was good. I mean, think of the possibilities." "And the dangers, " he countered with a smirk. "It helps that she's cute." Mya rolled her eyes. "Don't make me jealous crow," she said, grinning. "Wouldn't dream of it." He threw himself out of the chair, kissed Mya on the top of the head. "Sleep well, Mya. I'm off to create chaos." And with that he was gone. Mya closed her eyes, once again, seeing the bobcat's eyes peering into her soul. MidKnight~Chivalry sorry all i could get done if i want to be able to sleep these last 3 hours before work lolSteven watched over the silent town from his favorite hill. He watched as police patrolled the streets on bike or on foot, even getting paid off by the residents of the upper west side gas prices were too steep. If things kept going the way they were the United States was headed for another dark ages, Steven didn’t like the idea of regression. He was never one to dwell on the past or back down from anything so the thought of society backpedaling to the middle ages didn’t make him very happy. Although he had to admit getting to carry around something bigger than his hunting knife sounded pretty cool. As Stevens mind wandered his gazed drifted upward towards the stars loosing himself to his thoughts. Steven was so distracted he almost didn’t hear the soft crunch of grass as someone approached from behind him. “Well if it isn’t the little Crow.” The voice was very familiar one of many he’d heard way too many times for anyone’s liking. Without looking behind him Steven responded, trying to hide his smirk. Finally something to alleviate his boredom. “Well if it isn’t my favorite officer… Did you finally decide you can’t resist me after all?” Steven laughed sitting up still facing the town. “You know us women we love bad boys.” The cadet cooed as she crouched down in front of Steven straddling his legs and pressing her forehead agents the top of his head. Steven began to unbutton the cadets shirt but was stopped at the second button. “Still planning on making me work for it?” Steven breathed into the cadets neck just under her ear. He could feel her grip tighten as she clutched the back of his jacket. “You do know after this I’m going to arrest you right?” The cadet rasped as her shirt was tossed onto Stevens jacket. “Its always good to have big dreams.” Steven laughed *************************************************************************** … “You know to be honest even though I’m standing here in handcuffs I’m a little upset you put my pants back on. I wonder what they would have said back at the station if you showed up as flushed as you are now dragging a naked me.” Steven commented as the two headed down the hill the cadet pulling him along by a handful of his jacket. “You weren’t this quiet a minute ago, lets slow down and enjoy this walk. Look at how beautiful the moon is tonight.” Steven said pointing at the moon cuffs dangling from his wrist. The cadets eyes went wide but the moment of hesitation was all he needed Steven had already pulled himself loose and began sprinting down the street slowing to a jog then a walk. “Sometimes she makes it too easy!” He said to himself after he was sure he had gotten away. “She probably doesn’t really want to catch you, she never called for help and she didn’t chase you very far. Use your brain boy, its amazing someone as smart as you thinks so little.” A not so familiar voice scolded from the shadows. “Is that you pooch.” Steven replied confused. “Yes its me, my name is Lupin Von Fenrisúlfr not pooch. Next time you disrespect me like that ill rip out your throat.” The large wolfdog growled. “Right… So how about Lu?” Steven asked reaching for his hunting knife just in case. “… that better than pooch.” Lu replied his tail swaying back and fourth, he liked the name even if he wasn’t going to admit it. “Kid im here to formally invite you to come work at Eden, here I think I have a brochure or something on here…” Lu said offering his neck revealing a little black box which Steven unhooked. “What am I supposed to do with this?” Steven asked inspecting the box with a look of disappointment. You would think a talking dog would have something cooler than a cube. “Oh sorry its voice activated for safety purposes…” Lu said before letting out a deep and very loud bark. The box clicked open revealing a small orange pill… © Copyright 2011 MidKnight~Chivalry, Stilavon-BackFromTheAshes, Cece, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |
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