Fantasy SoCal: Upland War

[Brax]

His hands wrapped around Madeline's lower back, tongue escaping his mouth to lick his lips as her fingers ran through his hair. Ty's own fingers were softly placed among the small of her back. The man didn't like knowing what Madeline did on a daily basis, because he did genuinely worry for the female's safe being. He knew that she was aware of what she was doing and that her job title was as dangerous as they come, but Ty still didn't like the fact that day in and day out she was doing shit that was detrimental to her health. Not like it really could be changed much at this point.


She flirted, but Ty didn't say anything in response. He preferred to string her on - he always did, until the begging set in. Was that mean of him? Well... Ty certainly didn't think so. He just liked playing games to a certain degree, just like everyone else. Pursing his lips once more and leaning forward, the young man pressed his lips into her neck while his free hand grasped for the bottle of alcohol. Of course, this is not to say that he had three hands, he simply moved one from her back and overcompensated holding her toward him with solely his other one. Did that make sense? In my head it did.


Ty placed the bottle on the couch beside him, using his weight to keep the glass steady while unscrewing the top off. Then he brought the bottle to his lips and took a hefty swig, before placing it down beside him once more. Tyson didn't exactly have the hardest day, but he certainly enjoyed being under the influence in Madeline's presence. And wasn't that fitting? From the outside looking in, Ty heard rumors of people wondering if it was the drug use that kept the two together or actual love. Honestly, it was a completely acceptable question when it came to those who knew nothing more than what was portrayed on the surface.


There was one thing for sure, and that was the fact that he loved the woman no matter what. Sure, drugs and alcohol were nice - but for him, he enjoyed the woman's presence, her touch - even her natural smell. Ty's dream girl was all ready within his grasp. Too bad things were so difficult. Ty tried to come around as often as he could, but it wasn't always the easiest thing to do. It wasn't as though the relationship was something that was well-known to everyone. Skylar knew about it, but outside association started and ended right with him.


"I'm afraid I might hurt you if I go that far." Hues sized the female up before his hands assisted in picking the woman up off of the couch while maintaining her straddling position. Ty then walked into her bedroom and placed Madeline on the end of the bed prior to his foot kicking the door shut.

[ Fade to black, anyone? ]

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[BloodThunder27]

While waiting for back up to show, Drake continued chasing down the three suspects. "Upland PD! Stop right where you are!" he shouted. During the chase, one of them pulled out a gun and started shooting at Drake, but missed because running and shooting wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do. When the chase spilled out into the street, the other two suspects armed themselves as well and it quickly became a gunfight. Drake dove for cover by the nearest car. "This is Detective Tang requesting immediate back up. Shots fired! Shots fired!"

 

[Turtlyturt]

Skylar watched as the woman cried for a while, she was only mourning. Though every time he began to leave it seemed like she had something else to say, when he had finally offered her a small drink from his flask she'd taken it, and he assumed she'd forgotten she had it. Something else was taking their attention as they watched some bum cop try to stop a pair of kids, or who he assumed were kids. "Thank you, but it seems like I'm needed in other areas." He gave the woman a light smile and pushed his hands in his pockets, strolling back to the edge of the sidewalk, turning his head to watch this 'scene' play out.


The woman was behind some shit police car and the guys were defending themselves. With a light chuckle he removed both a cigarette and a lighter, and did just what you do with them. He wasn't armed, nor was he planing on getting involved. He pulled his phone out and quickly texted Ty, "Gang vs Police. cheek out this chicks ass." He pointed the phone towards the general direction of the woman who was squatted down and zoomed closely in. God did those uniformed pants look nice on her. With the now attachment, he sent it out. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke from his nostrils he removed the stick from his mouth and knocked the ashes from the end of it. He shoved one hand back into the pocket leaving only the thumb sticking out, and the other occasionally pushing and pulling the cigarette to and from his mouth. He didn't exactly run into the gunfire, but he surely didn't walk right into it. He positioned himself a few hundred feet back from behind the car with the woman.


Slowly crab-walking towards her general direction, he threw his cigarette into the middle of the gun fire, "Contribution!" He spoke out, eventually beside the woman who was obviously to intact to arresting these poor kids to notice him, he pulled his hand from his pocket and made a gun with his fingers, which he pressed against the woman skull. "Bam." Another chuckle followed.

 

[BloodThunder27]

During the firefight, Drake then noticed someone touch him. He continued to take cover as the three men he was after continued to shoot at him. When he got ready to reload, he noticed a young boy sitting right next to him. "What are you doing? Its dangerous here." He said in a fairly calm matter. He got up and shot three more times before taking cover again. "And when did you get here?" he asked.

 

[Turtlyturt]

"Well, you see." He peeked his head over the car and made a gun with both hands now. He jumped up, stretched his arms out and screamed, "Pew! Pew Pew! Pewwww!" And ducked back down, "I'm doing what I do best. Interfering." Skylar unfolded his hands and laughed, running both hands one after the other through his hair. "Why don't you just stop shooting and let the poor lads go? All you're doing is ruining kids lives. What did they do? Take some beer? Smoke some weed? It's a free world, man. Or woman? Let them do as they please. Or I'll really interfere." He gave the man/woman a wink.

 

[BloodThunder27]

"Hey, they shot at me first, I'm just doing my job." Drake responded coldly before hearing sirens. "Its about time." To Drake's relief, four other police officers showed up on the scene. The Gun Battle came to a sudden stop. Drake then closed in on all three of them at gun point. While two of them were getting arrested, the third tried to make a break for it. Drake got frustrated and just shot him in the leg to keep him from escaping. When he got a closer look, he recognized the man. No wonder they tried to run...They realized it was him. Tonight, Drake found the three men that gang raped and brutally assaulted Wendy. "Thought you can get away for raping my sister, huh? I don't think so." The man tried to spit at Drake, who retaliated by taking out an expandable baton and hitting him in the face. "Oh you're gonna have plenty of time behind bars. Hope you're ready for it and I hope you don't drop the soap." Soon the entire block got closed off for investigators. Right off the bat, he was able to identify all three suspects in the shooting as his sister's rapists. Drake was happy now that the three of them were in custody.

 

[Turtlyturt]

Skylar watched the whole scene unfold. And something felt broken in his chest. Police had always been the very least of his favorite. But this had topped it off. "So you're telling me, you're a low life selfish being. With all those insults towards those kids." He sighed and stared at the woman he was calling Drake. "People like you disgust me, with your unfair advantage of being the man. Fuck the man." Skylar spit in his general direction. "Just ya wait till I see ya in the streets. I'll stick it to the man." And like every other weird anime guy he vanished into air, with the sounds of snorting pigs on the background.

 

[cojemo]

"Stop resisting arrest, it'll only make things harder for you!" Gia shouted as she chased her suspect down an alleyway, her footsteps echoing throughout the confined stretch. She could tell that the man was getting tired as she could see his posture drop and his speed slowing. It seemed that he noticed it as well, knocking over trashcans and spilling their insides all over the cold ground in an attempt to give himself a larger lead. Leaping over the obstacles with ease, Gia kept on pace, looking over her shoulder briefly in mild annoyance. Geez, what's taking him so long?


It had only been a few hours ago that Gia had been assigned to spend the day working with a rookie officer in order to show him how things were done. The guy in question seemed extremely timid, slow, and had almost thrown up after seeing a photo of the aftermath of a murder. She obviously wasn't too pleased with the whole arrangement, but there wasn't much she could do about it. Besides, as long as they were getting things done and helping out the city in some way she didn't mind too much.


Things had been pretty uneventful until a few moments ago when they had stumbled upon a drug deal and decided to break it up. When the dealers buddy lunged at them with a knife and she quickly disarmed and disabled him, the rookie got a little flustered by the situation and attempted to shoot the suspect in question. Gia didn't hesitate to deliver a stern, hard punch to the trainees jaw, throwing his aim off and allowing the dealer to make a run for it. She quickly went in pursuit and left her partner to detain the other person, bringing things to where they were at the present.


Watching as her target made his way into an old, abandoned building, she slowed her pace entered with extreme caution. The sound of foot steps had ceased, indicating to her that he was hiding out somewhere inside the building, waiting for her to come by so he could catch her by surprise. With slow, deliberate steps, Gia carefully checked each corner she passed before she noticed a disturbance in the dust on the floor at the next bend in the hall. Stopping five feet from the turn, Gia gently knocked on the wall as she uttered, "I know you're behind that corner. Just come out with your hands up and we can be over with this without any violence." After a few moments of silence, the building was filled with the sound of and angry scream as the dealer burst out of the corner, brandishing a knife an charging her with seemingly violent intent. Why don't they ever learn and give up peacefully? Quickly and without hesitation Gia shifted out of the way of the weapon and delivered a swift knee to the attackers groin before flipping him over her hip with enough force to knock the wind out of him onto the cold hard floor.


A few moments later the rookie came bursting in through the entrance of the building, puffing and wheezing like he just ran a marathon. "Sorry... had trouble... with... the cuffs..." he managed to squeeze out, completely exhausted. Gia rolled her eyes as she walked past him and tossed the cuffs she had over her shoulder. "Well, you can get some more practice with this one. He shouldn't be as much of a hassle as the last guy, I made sure of that." With a small smirk on her face she continued through the alley and leaned herself against the police car. the bud from earlier now in the back seat. He seemed to be staring at her with malice, unhappy with how things turned out. "Hey, don't blame me." Gia muttered while staring straight down the alley casually, "If you didn't want to get hurt you shouldn't have done anything illegal. Besides, I think you got lucky." She nodded towards her partner who was bringing the dealer towards the car, the suspect moving slowly and hunched over in pain.


After putting the man into the back of the car, Gia tossed the keys to the rookie and started walking off down the street. "You can drive. Go drop those two off, or if you don't feel like you can do that just radio in some help and head on back to the police station. Getting things done independently is good practice. Your shift is over, so that's it for the day. I'm going to just roam and see if I'm needed." Gia gave a quick wave over her shoulder as she continued down the sidewalk. Her eyes drifted up into the sky as she contemplated the events that transpired. "Why don't they ever learn and give up peacefully, huh dad?" she muttered under her breath as her hand fell onto her holster and kept on walking, scanning the streets before heading home.

 

[Servant]

After the train had passed by nothing could be heard. Pure silence. Emil glanced back at the hallway as he began to watch the teenagers emerge from it and walking through the streets with a rather fast pace. Waiting nearby was his car, a black Land Rover he had bought a couple of months ago, and soon enough he was driving off. After just a couple of miles he was able to watch the teenagers yet again walking just a couple of feet away. Their weapons, similar to their faces, covered in blood. For a split second hi eyes met with the ones of the youngest teen. He was able to notice something peculiar about them. "Fear. Must have been the first time he has killed someone...Well, there's a first time for everything." He paid no more attention to the teens and simply kept driving.


Thanks to his radio Emil was able to hear that a car chase was going on nearby so he was forced to taking the longest route back to his apartment. In the truck a bag began to loudly shake. He momentarily looked back before focusing back on the road. "Dammit, that will become really annoying really soon." A red traffic light forced him to stop. "I tried to gather as much information as I could, heck I even filled up a bag with papers, so why do I feel like it won't be enough?" The green light turned on allowing Emil to continue driving. The sound of the shaking bag made Emil grow more and more impatient until he was simply accelerating as fast as he could just to stop the noise.


It was only a matter of time before Emil's car was screeching to a stop in front of his building's garage. After parking and locking his car Emil got the annoying bag out of the trunk and carried it over his shoulder. It was surprisingly heavy. "This bag is slowly becoming a major annoyance..." He thought while getting on the elevator and pressing his floor's number, the seventh one. Emil had his keys ready as soon as the elevator's door opened just to show another set of doors. He placed the keys into the keyhole, turned them and, after hearing the familiar click sound, he was finally able to enter his apartment.


At first glance Emil's apartment was exactly like the others, with the exceptions of some minor luxuries like a bigger than usual TV. His bedroom was no different from the rest of the house, that was until you unlocked a metal door close to one of the corners and entered the room that lay behind it. The walls, covered with blurry pictures of what looked like a person, looked like something gotten out of a horror film. It was lightened by a single flickering bulb and the only furniture was an old wooden table and chair. He placed the bag on top of the table and unzipped it. Papers were dispersed all over the bag, some of them had writing while others had pictures. Emil sat down and began to study its content.

 

[BloodThunder27]

Skylar watched the whole scene unfold. And something felt broken in his chest. Police had always been the very least of his favorite. But this had topped it off. "So you're telling me, you're a low life selfish being. With all those insults towards those kids." He sighed and stared at the woman he was calling Drake. "People like you disgust me, with your unfair advantage of being the man. Fuck the man." Skylar spit in his general direction. "Just ya wait till I see ya in the streets. I'll stick it to the man." And like every other weird anime guy he vanished into air, with the sounds of snorting pigs on the background.

"Kids...Never understand a thing that's going on around them..." Drake watched as his coworkers drove away with the suspects. He then returned to the Hospital that night, not wanting to go home, instead he was just going to spend the night at the hospital with Wendy.

 

[Metronome]

(For the record the "<"s mean they are speaking in Arabic)


Isam slowly awoke. The sky was still dark outside the window, with only a hint of the sun rising in the east. It was tempting to go back to sleep, but in two minutes, his alarm clock would be going off. Isam liked to get up early and go to the free fighters' hide out to see if any plans were being made. He let out a soft groan as he rolled over to switch the alarm clock off. Isam found himself laying on top of the sheets in his boxers, the rest of the clothes he'd been wearing last night left on the bedroom floor, in a trail from the door to the bed. He'd been too exhausted to concern himself with tidiness when he'd gotten home. Isam knew he'd have to pick them up before he left this morning, or else Omar would fuss at him.


He turned over again to look at the lump laying under the covers next to him. He hadn't gotten a chance to say goodnight to Omar before falling asleep, and he felt a little guilty for it. Isam leaned over to gently nuzzle and kiss Omar's neck until he stirred.


"<I'm going to work,>" Isam murmured softly.


"<You were gone till late last night>," Omar said softly, his voice sleepy and thick. "<I think you owe me something.>" Isam smiled. From Omar's voice, he could tell that his partner wasn't mad. At least there was that.


Isam leaned over further to give Omar another kiss. "<I'll make breakfast.>" Omar rolled over onto his back and draped an arm around Isam, pulling him closer. His eyes cracked open, groggy but shining, as he smiled sleepily at his partner.


"<Can I have desert, instead?>" Omar could feel Isam's warm breath as he smiled.


"<I'm going to late.>"


"<I think they'll be okay.>"


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Isam appeared at the hideout three hours later than his usual. He slipped his backpack off of his shoulders and slung it carelessly onto a nearby table. "Sorry I am late," He said to no one in particular, not sounding very sorry at all. His accent was very noticeable, but clear enough to understand without much trouble. English contractions still threw Isam for a loop. The fact that "willn't" was not a legitimate word still baffled him. Isam unzipped his bag and pulled out a large plastic bag filled with small, red, bumpy fruits. He found a plastic tub and dumped them inside, then crumpled up the bag and took a handful of the fleshy fruits for himself.


"Omar's lychee tree has grown too many fruits," He said as he peeled one of the lychees, "He insisted that I bring some in to share." Omar was always encouraging Isam to be more social. He was like a mother sending their kid off to the school with a box of cookies. Isam couldn't even be mad at him; the fact that he could openly talk about his partner, who was sweet and perfect and possibly Isam's favorite topic, made him happy. It still felt a little strange, though, and Isam still felt a twinge of paranoia whenever his partner publicly displayed his affections for him. Some things were just hard wired into the man's brain.


Isam found himself a comfortable place to sit and wait for the others to start filtering in. He was curious about what went on in the streets. Isam didn't watch the news very often; the anchor always talked too fast for him to really understand. He read the paper, sure, but Isam had found that many of the atrocities around the city were covered up. They didn't want everyone to know just how bad things were. It seemed that the only one to keep in the loop was to get information from other people.

 

[Pequeno Burraidh]

Having awoken about thirty minutes prior, Rei was finally out the door. For today she'd dressed herself in a knee length divided skirt, with mid thigh length biker shorts underneath. Her top, for such a warm day, was a comfortable and cool tank top, cut off asymmetrically a bit above her navel. And since she was expecting a lot of climbing, she wore a pair of fancy black sports shoes with toes and fingerless gloves on her hands. If you didn't take into account the assault rifle strapped to her back, or the belt of magazines, you'd almost assume she was a school-jock.


Her run, due to her lighter wear for the day, was shorter than usual, and she quickly found herself back at the gates for Mythril Headquarters.


Stalking up to the guards, gun at ready in case she'd pissed off anyone with her 'lesson' to the dealer last night, Rei found herself subject to stares both respectful and angry, but all wore the same glint of fear and trepidation.


"Chyort, you all look like you're going to soil yourselves. Regardless, your boss is expecting me. And you all with the shit attitudes should keep in mind that your boss likes my services. It would be a tragedy if there came to be a problem between us all."


Done with her taunting, Rei awaited the response, more than ready to walk in once given the go-ahead.

 

[Servant]

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing!" Emil yelled while standing up and throwing the bag out of the small room, making the papers spread all over the floor. "I've been sitting here for hours and I STILL couldn't find any useful or new information..." He looked over at the middle wall. In the center of it the clearest photo in the room could be seen. It showed a male figure with reddish hair, a black jacket combined with a white shirt and two yellow blurry dots that were his eyes. Since the person had been moving the picture wasn't exactly good, but it was the best he could find. Below the picture there was a name written with a red pen. "Tyson Roller..." Emil said in what almost sounded like a whisper. "I've been trying to hunt you down for an year now, but I am still the same way I've started. Blankly." He took a couple of steps forwards till his face almost touched the picture. "Just who are you?" His tone sounded calm, but secretly it was full of rage.


Emil looked at the picture one last time before stiffly turning around and walking out of the room, slamming the door as soon as he was out. It was at this moment that Emil realized something. He was exhausted. "I am not surprised, after all it has been a pretty rough day..." He threw himself onto the bed but before he even closed his eyes something caught his attention. Outside his window a very weak light began to make her presence in the dark obsidian sky, staying it with an orange color. It was morning already. Emil had stayed up all night studying some worthless information. "I am slowly wanting to kill someone..." His tired body had trouble incorporating himself, and soon after it did it simply wanted to lay back down. In order to keep himself from fainting Emil was forced into drinking three cups of coffee in a row for breakfast, with the small recesses to eat some boiled eggs and fruit. Finally, after the last sip of coffee, he was ready to head out.


Even after such caffeine filled breakfast Emil still had troubles getting out of the garage. His reflects were also affected as he was able to see a red traffic light barely in time. He furiously rubbed his eyes with his fingers. "God was that a waste of time..." A sudden car horn and some yelling snapped him out of thoughts. The traffic light was green now. "Seriously?..." Thanks to the radio Emil found out that a shootout had been going on last night. "A shootout in Upland? How strange." He whispered to himself, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

 

[The Wizard]

A cocky man was enjoying himself at a local club, the crowded patrons rushing to be near him. His attire was clean cut with pressed leather jacket that gave the aura of dominance. His smug appearance was drenched in his knowledge of knowing he was untouchable and wealthy. The two woman with him seemed glued to his arms, though their faces batted their affection it was not hard to deduce their only drive being not his looks or charms but of the show of his wealth. The music blared out as he continued to laugh and enjoy himself constantly tossing tabs for strangers of interest. "Hey sugars how about we go back to my place? I'll show you what its like to live the high life the right way." as his hands tugged around them. Their smiles though showing signs of disgust didn't stop the young man's pursuit as they followed his pace.


As he walked towards the club exit he bumped into another young man who apologized immediately bowing his head slightly. One of the ladies blushed at the stranger's gray eyes and blonde hair as the richly stuck up spoke out for the interruption "Dam well apologies do you have any idea who my father is? Be lucky these ladies are worth more then you kid!" as he pushed the young man away before trotting out of the club's heavy steel doors. The young stranger simply kept quite only smiling slightly as the individual left. From his pocket he removed a card which had bared the name of the spoiled individual. Swiping it quickly unto a pad, numbers flew across the screen before finally balances and transactions ended with a small pop up stating complete. As the music got louder the blonde young man simply kept to the corner as he picked up his phone keeping it close to his ear. A slight click from the receiving end could be heard as he spoke "Its done..." before tossing the man's card unto a waitress's tray with a wink. A voice from the phone spoke back "Good work Angel, return home." then hung up.


As the young man left the club he watched as the cocky father's boy prattled away with his two whores waiting for his ride unaware of the change his life has made in less then a few minutes. Walking down the street the young man made his way back to his home destination stopping only a moment for sight seeing the daily life of this run down city. The echos of the people and machines that passed by seemed always constant and deafening when focused upon. The blonde stranger simply took note of each individual as if gauging them and measuring their worth. The phone rang once more as he lifted it up to his ear. "This is Deacon." he spoke as he faded into the crowd blending in as reports on the televisions and radio started breaking out about a senator's son and evidence of embezzling funds being discovered.

 

[Metronome]

Omar found himself lazing around in bed for a good hour after Isam had left. He didn't have a job to run off to, giving him the luxury of sleeping in. But he had to get up eventually. Omar groaned as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His feet touched the cool, wooden floor as he stood and crossed the room. He stretched as he walked, then opened one of his drawers and began to dig around. Omar dressed to go running, as he did most mornings. He had to do something to stay in shape.


Once he was dressed and his hair was brushed, Omar went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. He took a moment to look at his beard in the mirror, pondering whether he should trim it today. Nah.


He went out to the kitchen and sat down at the table where a large bowl of fresh picked lychees sat. He got himself a handful and began to make short work of them. One of the things he liked about having a yard, with actual grass instead of packed dirt, was that he could plant fruit trees and vegetables whenever he liked.


Omar ate a handful of the fruits, then got a cup of yogurt from the refrigerator. He walked over to the kitchen counter as he ate it, looking over the grocery list that Isam had made the other morning. For him, Isam seemed to hold unlimited amounts of patience when it came to learning English. It was a difficult language, and Omar was passed the age of easy learning. Isam wrote items on their shopping lists in Arabic first, and then wrote the English name directly under it so that Omar would know what to look for on the labels. He also kept a list of simple phrases right next to their grocery list, in case Omar needed to ask someone for help finding anything.


Omar took both lists and put them in his pocket, then grabbed his wallet and headed out. He liked to jog around town, to see peoples' faces. He made a hobby of peoplewatching. At ten AM, every morning, the little old lady down the street left her house to go to the BINGO lounge. There was a crosswalk guard that waved at him every morning when he passed the school zone, and he would always smile and wave back. When he got further into town, there was a young man selling news papers on the corner. Omar never knew what they said, but Isam often told him that it wasn't usually good news.


After jogging a good ways, he would reach the grocery store. Omar went inside and headed for the men's room to wash the sweat off of his face before going shopping. The grocery list was fairly short today; they couldn't afford much. Isam had written a pound of rice, whatever meat was on sale that day, and an eggplant.

 

[Britt-21]

Kamiko Shizuka

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As morning came, her alarmclock had went off. Causing Kami to groan and reach her hand out, slamming her hand down on top of the clock itself to put it on snooze. Even though she was getting up anyway. "Damn Work. Why do they have to send us so early in the morning. Oh wait, because theres always something going on." she told herself, sitting up and yawning softly, followed by streching out her limbs and picking up her phone as she stood to her feet, walking towards the bathroom as she looked through her texts. Just a friend. Shrugging it off, she put her phone aside and turned on the water to her shower before turning to the Bathroom closet and pulling out 2 towls for herself and placing them on the sink -which happens to be closest to the shower.


Stripping herself of her clothes, she hopped into the shower and did what you'd normally do in the shower -Aka get cleaned up for the day.- and soon enough, she was out of the shower. 15 minutes have been used during the shower and it didnt bug her much. Wrapping her towl around her and putting the one towl on her head, she grabbed her phone on the way out of her bathroom before heading into her bedroom where she would have a outfit already choosen. "Way to go me." she grinned, taking the pieces of clothing and getting dressed. "One way to be prepared and not so lazy." a small laugh escaped her lips as she approached her mirror, looking at her outfit "Oh dont I look dashing?" she joked before leaving the room with her phone at hand.


And thats when she entered it. The kitchen. Where all food is either boxed or canned and where all the junk food could lie! Instantly, she went to her fridge and pulled out the typical item for the morning: Eggs. Hard-Boiled I may add! She loved the white of the egg, but when it came to the yellow part, it was all dry and discusting. The shells had been peeled off and were ready to be eaten. And well, obviously this was her delicious breakfast!

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Done with the morning, Done with the brushing of the teeth and any other things! Now it was time for her to go out and work. "Goodbye for now my wonderful home." she said aloud to no one and left the house, closing and locking the door behind her before making her way to her job. The Police Department. Where all the shit went down and things would get chaotic. Oh how much Kamiko loved such drama like that. And being part of the force was amazing.


((I hope this is ok....))

 

[Brax]

When his eyes opened, the room was still dark. It wasn't quite night, but it was early morning so it was still dark outside as well. Hands grasped the blanket of the bed, whipping it off of his bare body while his legs shifted from the mattress onto the floor. Upon standing up, he took a moment to mosey on over to the window in order to look outside. Mind you, Ty at this point was still naked, but it didn't matter much. He didn't care that much about his own personal privacy, because he had nothing to hide. If people wanted to stare at his beautiful body, well shit. That was their decision to do so at this point.





Ty took a notice of what was going on below. A couple of people were hurried on their way to work, complete with a suit and a briefcase. On the opposite spectrum, plenty of homeless people lingered around alleyways and convenience stores, trying to procure an easy buck or two. After he watched the early-morning life of the city continue on for an additional handful of seconds at max, Ty turned back to look over at Madeline. She was still asleep, tucked in and seemingly comatose. Yup, nothing more than just a typical night for the well-known English man.


Walking over to the pile of clothes that he left at the foot of Madeline's bed, Ty grasped his white shirt and threw it over his head. Bottom attire followed promptly, in the correct order. Next was making sure he had his vital items, including all the things he entered the apartment with in the first place. After leaning over to kiss the side of Madeline's face which wasn't sucked into a pillowy-vortex, the young man left the bedroom and walked into the living room. The large window-like sliding door was closed, just like he left it. Walking over to the large glass, hands would push the glass over to the side. Sliding it by it's built-in frame that was provided by the edge of the wall, Ty would look out below. Not too busy on this side of the apartment.


That familiar yellow glow would engulf his frame once more as his feet lifted off of the ground by mere inches. He floated out of the room and shut the door behind him, dropping into a nearby alleyway after. Of course, leave it to Ty to fuck something up that was as simple as that, because the alleyway he landed in was filled with three members of Mythril who were shooting dice. When the young man crouched slightly to cushion his fall and then looked up at the gangsters while he straightened his posture, the men shot looks at him containing the same thought. Ty was a wanted man and everyone in Mythril knew who he was. So, they instantly dropped what they were doing and drew their guns.


Ty's yellow aura faded. Turning into the nearest alleyway as bullets began to litter the wall behind him, the young man booked it left and ran out into the main street. There was one thing about having powers - and that was the fact that people tended to have their own unique ones. As reputations proceeded, people could be spotted just by use of their abilities. Even if people didn't know Ty by the way he looked, they could catch him by the sight of his powers. He continued running, hopping over two homeless people who were smoking crack in an alleyway between an abortion clinic and a smoke-shop as he continued moving as fast as he could. The Mythril gangsters didn't seem to let up either.

 

[decomposition]

The following morning, Madeline woke up feeling groggy but relaxed nonetheless due to the night she had with Tyson priorly. Opening her eyes, she blinked to get adjusted with the natural light before turning on her side, face saddening to see no one was there to shower her with good mornings or a few kisses. You would've thought that after all this time she would've gotten use to Tyson leaving before she awokein order to return back to his own district for obvious reasons but deep down, she was getting truly tired of it. Even more so because she seemed to never be awake to at least see him off.


With a sigh, the woman lifted herself up to sit on the edge of her bed and contemplated if she should lounge around naked or not for a little while. That was before she remembered that there was business to be dealt with back at the hideout. A hand was brought up her to right eye, rubbing the sleep out of it and stood up, making her way to her dresser. Madeline checked her phone while she slipped on her new daily attire, seeing messages from a few members about a shootout that happened yesterday.


Her eyes rolled while she brushed her hair. When was there never a shootout in Upland? However, the fact that it was three of her men that got arrested pinched a nerve. Could these members really be stupid enough to get captured so easily? It wasn't exactly her job to babysit every single one but if the police continued to pick them off one by one, she had to do something to make sure Mythril would be no more.


She soon finished her morning routine in a matter of minutes and took another dose of the lovely amphetamine before making sure to bring along essentials, exiting out of her apartment. Upon reaching outside, the woman slipped on her shades as usual to protect her eyes from the glaring sun and made started to walk towards her daily destination. The day was more livelier, which surprised her concerning the circumstances between all three factions though it was good to see people carrying on with their normal lives without making a huge fuss about things.


Taking a different route to the warehouse this time, she knew that the police would try to be to sneaky bastards since their egos were now growing in result of assaulting her gang. Madeline let out a yawn as she made a sharp right to be in front of a small fences that had been their for ages. Scaling it carefully, she hopped over it with ease and landed on her feet, wiping off dirt from her hands. Now in proximity of the warehouse, she made her around the side in order to go towards the entrance and groaned in annoyance when her phone vibrated in her pocket. Reaching back, a hand pulled out the cellular device and read the next message.


'Chasin' the red haired sonuvabitch now' the text read, making Madeline raise an eyebrow and looked up to see Rei standing in front of the entrance. It had to be Tyson that was mentioned but she didn't overthink it because the man could obviously take care of himself, especially when her men were apparently foolish. However, she did mentally pray that her lover would make out of the tiny ordeal alive. Tucking the phone back in the appropriate pocket, the woman nodded her head at the guards who were giving Rei a bit of trouble and shoved one of them with her hand once she got close to them.


While the guard was taken back by the sudden action, Madeline wrapped and arm around the other girl's shoulder in a playful gesture and looked up at the men standing in front of them. "I certainly hope you guys aren't askin' for a death wish," the woman intimidated, turning her attention to Rei afterwards. "Sorry that I'm fashionably late," with the apology, she removed her arm from around the girl's shoulder and shoved the men blocking the entrance way. Giving them all stares, a hand was brought up to signal the mercenary it was fine to follow her in. Once Rei was close enough, Madeline spoke again as she removed her shades.


"If these assholes give you trouble while I'm not around," she began, standing in front of her office door and opened it. "Don't be afraid to give them a kick in the balls. They need it from time to time," Madeline laughed, pushing the door open to allow Rei to walk in before her. Once the female entered, the door closed behind them and the woman striped out of her jacket after placing her gun on the desk. Settling in the chair with a tired sigh, the leader winked. "Now, we have some business to discuss."

(sorry for the wait @Veirrianna Valentine!)

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[Pequeno Burraidh]

Cocking a jaunty grin, Reai sat opposite of Madeline, ignoring the fact that her rifle dug into her back when she leaned against the seat.


"That we do. I heard that you were in need of my services for a specific task, and, as I always have been, I am here to please." responded Rei, "Though, I may want to mention, since it seems you haven't been informed yet. The reason the guards are mad or upset today? I shot one of your members yesterday. He got into my block and tried to sell to my kids. When they wouldn't buy, two of the older boys tried to send him off. He responded by beating them down and trying to force himself upon Melody, a sweet fifteen year old who dreams of becoming a singer, not a crack-whore. Long story short, I shot off the hand that touched her, and threw him out."


Leaning forward and placing her elbows on the desk, and her chin on her crossed hands, she stared right at Madeline when she spoke, if only for Madeline to understand how serious she was about this.


"That breaks our agreement, and does not leave me too happy, but I'm am not unloyal, and I do like you. That said, it happens again, I will be killing the member that violates rule, and then hanging him from the side of the building and gutting him to make angel wings out of his entrails. Anyway, all that said, what is it you wanted from me?"

 

[cojemo]

Gia's eyes cracked open to a still dark and dingy bedroom as her internal clock woke her up early in the morning. The room was small, only containing the double bed, a drawer, and a table in which she sometimes did miscellaneous work at. It wasn't anything special, but then again, she didn't really care all that much. Groaning, she flipped the sheets off and swung her feet around to firmly plant them on the cold wooden floor. Her hands gently slapped her cheeks twice before she stood up from her bed and trudged her way into the bathroom. Turning the tap to a lukewarm temperature and stripping out of the undergarments she slept in, Gia slowly stepped into the water spilling from the shower head as she started her daily routine.


As the water cascaded down her back, Gia's thoughts shifted back to the events of the previous day. The rookie prematurely firing at the dealer. That's how things were done with the police know, wasn't it? In reality she wasn't even on shift as she had yesterday and the current day off, but she always worked off duty anyways as she felt it was necessary to do so, and obviously she was correct. Even though he was new, the rookie really was a good example of how the force was run nowadays. Killing at even the slightest hint of a threat, abuse both verbal and physical, bending the rules. That wasn't how things were supposed to work, yet she had no control over the way things were. Why couldn't they all be like you, dad? Gia bit her lip in frustration, stopping the flow of water and grabbing a nearby towel to dry herself off.


Getting dressed in a pair of tight tan jeans and a sleeveless red shirt Gia made her way into the living room,, turning on the T.V and starting up a pot of coffee in the small kitchen available to her. Light reflected off the screen of the television as the sun began to rise, giving it a glare that reflected her drab green sofa and small glass coffee table in the picture shown. Nothing new was being shown on the news, just the usual tidbit about a shootout, cases of police brutality, and the freedom fighters. Gia sighed as she took a long sip of her coffee. "Are we really the good guys here, or just a part of the problem?" It was an issue that often plagued her mind. Was there really a way to make this wretched city safe like her father wanted, or was it doomed to be stuck in a rut by the people who were supposed to protect it?


Stepping out of her apartment, she was greeted by a shot up corpse littering her lane way. Gia let out an exasperated sigh as she got onto her ocean-blue scooter and rode off. It was very common for people to be found dead in her neighborhood, and even though she could easily afford another place to live she liked it there. After all, it was only a few houses down from her old home that was burned down and destroyed. She grew up here, and she felt it was proper if she continued living there until Upland was made safe. As per usual on her days off, she headed towards the police station to drop in and see if anything was needed. After all, she could still make arrests when off duty, and the more help she could provide the better.

 

[decomposition]

Licking her lips, Madeline listened to Rei informing her about the issue with one of her men and kept their eyes locked. With a wave of a hand and a small shrug, she blinked and swiveled in her chair a bit. As mentioned as before, controlling these members was like training wild tigers and she had better things to do than disciplining them since they wouldn't listen to her if it came down to that. Although, it was this exact bullshit that made them easy targets to get plucked off so maybe some sort of discipline was needed. Other than that, members could do whatever they wanted so what exactly did Rei want her to do? Put people in a time out and slap their wrists?


Clearing her throat, the woman pulling out her small cylinder of quick fixes and sucked her teeth while placing the item on the desk. "Sorry to hear that, sweetheart," she said and unscrewed the container. Eyes flickered back to the mercenary again, shoulders shrugging once more as a random pill was taken on and settled on her tongue. Swallowing, she uncapped the container and tossed it back on the desk. "I get that it goes against our agreement but what do you want me to do? I can't keep a check of all these pricks around here. I'm only one woman," a pause to sigh. "I'll make sure he'll get his ass handed to though." she nodded.


Though Mythril was known to sell drugs to teenagers, which wasn't a huge deal to her as long as they got the money, Madeline had to make sure Rei was still on their good side. For the time being, at least. She desperately needed the girl's fighting prowess for the new upcoming mission. Fingers ran through her black mane and she leaned back in her chair, beginning to explain. "I need you to accompany me to the police department. Those assholes killed a lot of my men the other day and I want them to know who it is they're fuckin' with," she said, chewing on her lower lip and stood up, walking to a file cabinet in the corner of the room. Opening the middle drawer, she pulled out a large map of Upland that Francis spent nearly a year creating and decided it was time to put it into good use.


"We won't be going through the front door, obviously. That's just like walking through the gates of hell," Madeline stated as she walked back to the desk. Spreading out the map across the furniture, a finger pointed at a blue line that symbolized an underground route still in function by Mythril for quiet operations and lucky enough, it stopped nearby the department. "We would have to take this hidden route to reach there. It'll put us off a few feet away but that's alright because we need to do this as quiet as possible," the finger tapped on the paper. Her eyes averted towards Rei and contemplated on bringing along two other people. Perhaps Emil and Deacon. Straightening her posture, she crossed her arms and leaned against the desk.


"Knowing how the police don't play, this will pretty much be a suicide mission. Recent intel gives me the impression those Gia and Kamiko officers will be a problem but I don't know about the others as for the commissioner..." Madeline trailed off for a moment. "I just hope he won't be there because I'll definitely put a bullet through his skull even if I was on my dying breath," Turning back to map, she made sure to point out another important point. A finger circled around the western district. "We'll have come up for a bit in the Freedom Fighter's district, however, before we can return back underground. So I would be prepared for a little resistance," the finger was brought up to rub her nose.


Returning back to her chair, Madeline sat down and rested her elbows on the desk. With a quick thought about Mythril - Francis and all - and Tyson, she nodded her head towards Rei to see if she was up for the task. "You can back out if you want. I have plenty of men to back me up but you will be paid royally if we make it out alive, which I'm sure we will." she smiled and reached in her back pocket to send a text to Emil and Deacon, telling them to meet her back at headquarters.

@Cadell Morde


@TheWizard


@Britt\-21


@Veirrianna Valentine
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[Britt-21]

Kamiko Shizuka

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Kamiko made her way down the street, walking to the Police Department because she wasnt all that far away to actually need transportaion. All she needed was her legs and feet. Looking at the time on her phone, she shrugged "Still got time." Not like i'll be super late anyway. As a Police Officer, it is my job to be on time and making sure I do things right.....Sounds about correct. she thought to herself before making a turn and walking straight to her destination. I just hope we dont have a case so early in the morning.





And thats when she made it to the door and walked in, seeing some men and woman walk about, talking with other officers. Funny thing was, there wasnt a ton of people. Just a few before later on it'll only get chaotic. "Now where to go..." she really wasnt sure since no one had told her that she needed to be spoken with. So she went with 'Imma head to my office and work on some things'


(Im so sorry O.o )

 

[The Wizard]

Deacon had stopped near a local shop grabbing a sucker and cup of joe. The night club mission left him seeking his bed over reporting in to the warehouse. Still he never questioned his orders only a means to an end in this city and Mythril wasn't ending anytime soon. The reports of the shot out the following night and the foolish individuals who got arrested left Deacon smirking imagining what the boss would say. Taking a quick swig of the black muck Deacon shook his head then tossed the cup into a can he passed by. Slowly unwrapping the sucker he let the sweet flavor caress his tongue. The bitter coffee was never his favorite but at least it kept him awake and focused, the candy a mere reward for his deed. As he reached the neighborhood Deacon retrieved a newspaper from the stand merely nodding his head towards the tenant. The shoot out had made head lines for sure and from the writing it wasn't hard to see how cocky the police was getting since then. It left the young man tempted to knock them back down to reality though how was a whole nother matter.


As the warehouse came into view Deacon saw the two thugs guarding the entrance. Crunching his sucker he tossed the stick to the side taking a deep breath before proceeding towards them. Stopping a few feet from them his hands tucked into his jacket he simply smiled "Morning Moe and Larry...where's Curly at this hour?" his soft voice humored before one of the large men without batting an eye simply looked up. Deacon followed his eye sight to see the mercenary who lined his shot towards Deacon. The young man simply smiled back before waving the man off, the two guards letting him in without causing to much of a scene. At first Deacon use to be intimidating by them, but since serving and making a name for himself in the gang he found they where beneath his attention and will often find himself laughing at how he use to fear them. Walking into the corridors though his face changed from his playful child like persona to more serious and focused. If there was one he feared it was the boss, her aura and temper alone was enough to bring respect to all who served under Mythril.


Approaching her door he tucked away his phone and cleared his throat. With a firm hand he knocked upon the office door awaiting her response. Though from the sound of it she wasn't alone who she was with was another question best to wait till later.

 

[Brax]

Ty continued running away from the three men, not being able to lose them as easily as he had originally anticipated. He was trying not to use his powers, but the possibility of that was seemingly slimming down as well. As he reached one of the main streets in Upland, the quick flow of busy traffic would force Ty's momentum to come to a screeching halt. Upon realizing that he couldn't run any further, the young man would turn around to see how the progress of the goons whom had been following him.





The only problem was, Ty grossly underestimated these men. He hadn't seen their figures running after him - no, that would have been way too pleasant to see upon turning back. Instead, Ty watched as a a long, wooden structure soared through the air. At first sight, Ty couldn't make out the object. Staring a couple of seconds longer would reveal that one of the gangsters who had been following the young man had broken off the entire bench belonging to a bus stop and hauled it through the air at Ty's face.


The only problem now was that Ty couldn't find a way out. Eyes watched as the bench quickly traversed the distance between the men and himself before Ty placed his hands up into the air toward the bench. When he did this, a bright yellow aura would erupt from his fingertips, surrounding his entire being. This was vital in retrospect, because the aura provided a decent amount of cushioning for the inevitable blow. Let's keep in mind that this is a heavy, old-school wooden bench with metal on the underside. It was heavy!


So, the bench slammed into the aura that Ty had created. Mind you, this isn't a bubble aura - it's simply just a yellow-tinted lining over the frame of his body. Due to the impact of the heavy wooden object, Ty's body was sent careening into the traffic. Coming from the left-hand side, traffic had both failed to slow or notice immediately that Ty's body was thrown into the street - so a car legitimately hit him. Tyson's body was jolted from the impact of his back smashing against the hood and the windshield of the car, but the aura absorbed a heavy amount of the damage that would have incurred. The energy being transfused into his form-fitting barrier would cause his body to be sent from the car back into the lane of traffic which was traveling in the opposite direction.


This was when Ty's body smashed into Gia's scooter, hitting the back. Ty's body rolled onto the sidewalk. Taking a momentary pause to lay around like a dead person, Ty got up to his feet and dusted himself off before his eyes searched to evaluate the damage he caused. The car he hit had a messed-up front end including a smashed-out windshield. When Ty was sent flying off of that particular car, the driver panicked and smashed it into another car. Ty's body smashed into a scooter, too - but he had yet to spot it. He was mostly just relieved that it wasn't another car, because he was pretty certain his aura would have failed to absorb more damage than what was obtained after the first hit.


There was to time to see if the owner of the scooter was all right. The gangsters were advancing on foot, and they were firing their pistols into the crowded main-street blindly in hopes of hitting Ty. Soulo tried to find his own gun, but it was lost somewhere between the start of the run and his body rolling onto the sidewalk.





@cojemo

 

[Harlan]

Ash woke up groggily, immediately finding out that the light was irritating his eyes. He squints as the light was too bright for his liking, trying to make his way toward the bathroom. As he stepped out of his bedroom, he looked around at his apartment. It was a nice place, as expected from the Northern district, it had a very upper-class aesthetics, but empty beer cans and bottles were littered throughout the apartment. The only things that he kept tidy were his clothes and anything else in his bedroom. Stepping across the trash, he went ahead and got ready for work.


Not long after entering the station first, Ash had been greeted by waiting officials. They had notified him to leave the city for an important business trip, orders from higher ups. He didn't understand the particular reason for his leave, but orders were orders. It seemed to been an urgent situation, considering they would usually alert him earlier beforehand rather than on the same day. They had still given him an hour to get ready, but in all honesty, Ash just needed about 10 minute.


He entered his office as he walked over to a closet. Hell, the office was practically his second bedroom, as he is often caught sleeping on his desks late at night. He was always more relaxed and easygoing in the security of this room. He opened the metal closet door, picking off a dress shirt, matching tie, black trousers, and finally a military coat with the appropriate insignia that showed his ranking from the garment rod. Even though he always had spare clothes for these type of trips, he didn't usually wear these kind of things otherwise, but he was expected to in this case. It didn't take long to change, he hanged his prior clothes up in the closet for when he returned. He promptly locked the door with a simple turn of the key as he exited his office.


Before Ash left, he couldn't exactly just vanish without giving anyone a heads up. He made his way over to a particular desk. It was someone he could more or less rely on to take care of things while he was gone, she's one of the more older and experienced veterans on the police force, and he knew she was more than capable of taking care of things herself. Although, police corruption was something else altogether than what he expected of her. He wrote a note on her desk that said she's in charge for the time being if anything important happens and that was all. With that finished, he couldn't help but have a bad ominous feeling creep behind his mind, but then again, orders were orders.

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@cojemo- you're in charge for now bro
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