HarleyQuip
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Nevereign
Miky stood atop the City, Nevereign's Crown jewel. Lazarus corporation, a giant gleaming silver beam of metal jutting out from the center of all the lights and noise, way above the lower poverty and even above other corporations challenging the buildings height. She was a nomad in all of this, a wanderer, a vagabond. Her eyes shined with the brilliance of neon lights of advertisement signs, and the gold glitter that polluted the city lights at night. She breathed deep and let it all out in a sigh of euphoria. To be ontop of it all to see it all in such a light had been such a long time coming.
She adjusted her studded black hat with the embroidered neon pink Skull Kitty logo on the lip. Rotating her shoulders bringing the weight of fabric from her baggie teal jacket forward. Her black studded boots pressed hard against the skyscrapers roof, a sleek, angled, diamond shaped slab of metal.
She smiled beneath her custom made, hand crafted, Kabuto styled face mask which acted as a filtration and nicotine device, with built in bluetooth. The angle of the roof made it hard to stand, she adjusted her posture and straightened her back before pulling out her phone and turning it on. The light casted a subtle blue glow across her figure, a few moments passed as her fingers worked away at the device. Then as if to pay a moment of silence her arms slid into the oversized jacket's pockets. She was as still as the tower, her hair was the only thing that moved with the wind as she stared out.
A few moments of silence passed before an absurdly loud noise broke it.
Music.
Music blared from her mask filling the quiet space above all the concrete structures:
Miky rocked her head to the beat of the music all the while staring down at all of the places she knew. The Palace, her home and work. The place she met Fleur, the place she met Ema, and Lull. The Dancer where she had her first drink, and her first gamble. Ronin Corporation the leading head of technology before Lazarus' uprising. She began dancing rocking her torso back and forth her hips swaying here and there. She danced for Fleur, she danced for all the dead, she danced for the hackers, rioters, and yes... even the corporations. It was an experience she never had before.
As the music came to an end she slid down the roof quickly picking up speed before reaching the edge and jumping off;
and onto the subroof, tucking and rolling to a stand energetically. The maintenance door had been propped open with what appeared to be a .45 caliber pistol. She walked towards the metal entrance and swung it open with one hand, bending down and picking up her pistol. One arm kept the door open as she stood up again, the other hand grasping the grip of the weapon, the arm hung loosely by her side. Before she disappeared into the black stairwell she turned her head taking one last look at the city.
A neon pink pulsed inside her mask as she spoke her last words.
"Just the Three Of Us"
And like that she disappeared leaving a cloud of bubble gum scented vapor behind, the sound of cartoon popping echoing faintly from the stairwell, the door shutting with a metal clang.
A special thank you to the wonderful story creator of Nevereign
Mr_DC
and all aiding parties of the roleplay
0stinato
. The story and contents are property of their respective owners.
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