"I'm Here to Take the Sky"
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Thread Topic: "I'm Here to Take the Sky"
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(What's the difference?)
Vivian saw her friends from a mile away. Of course, for her little band of misfits, it would be more surprising if they managed to blend in. In the dirty and dilapidated surroundings of the city, Melody stood out like a sore thumb. Clean long hair, clean suit, white teeth, not a blemish to be seen. All a byproduct of her upper class roots. Shame she was a fallen tree, but that was just karma in action.
James 'Neon' Lights was equally noticeable, but for the exact opposites reasons Melody was. Short, scruff and covered in tattoos, Neon looked like he belonged in the city a little too well. Vivian had tried to dissuade him from tattoos, but he wouldn't let her take that from him, no matter how hard she tried. At least the two of them still shared impeccable taste in over-sized novelty sunglasses, so they never drifted too apart.
Coming closer, Vivian waved her hands. "Melody!"
Melody stopped her immediately with a graceful hand, "Stupid punch?"
Sighing, Vivian gave it a moment of thought before nodding sadly, "Stupid punch. Dammit."
Tensing herself, and wincing as pain exploded across her face, Vivian pulled herself off the ground. Melody casually withdrew her fist from the air where Vivian was standing a moment prior. "Alright, lets get a drink, we have things to discuss." Vivian said, not even acknowledging the punch to the face she'd received. But of course, she wasn't supposed to. That was the entire point of stupid punch. To get punched in the face every time she did something stupid until she stopped doing stupid things. It was basically tradition at this point. -
Maru blinked at her, tilting her head. That was cold. She wasn't getting anywhere with her.
"Well then. Whatever you say. Stick in the mud..."
She took another sip, licking her lips as she lowered the glass again. She glared bitterly at the shimmering surface of her drink. This was turning into a rather large waste of time. There were many more important things she could be accomplishing, and here she was networking.
"I dunno.. Let's say New Hampshire, cuz I like how it sounds like new hamster." she replied. She set the glass down and glanced up at the tv again, as if something new might have developed in the few minutes they'd been sitting there. -
Reyna shrugged. "I like keeping my wits about me, sorry." She didn't bother with keeping her feelings about drinking hidden.
"But if it's not where you came from, why bother telling me?" She mused, ripping the thread that had been bothering her earlier out. -
sunneh has a big butt
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"I guess." Maru muttered, tipping her glass to the side and back in place a few times with a lazy fingertip. She kept her eyes on the screen now, lacking entertainment from any other source. "What can I say? I guess I was born around here, and so I've stayed. There you go."
She tilted her head at the television. The crack in the screen was bothering her less and less, and that meant it was time to stop drinking. She straightened up and pushed the glass away.
"So.. how'd you manage to get from.. Stam? Stam. How did you manage to get here safely? Most people I hear get mugged and killed on the way through." -
Settling down, Vivian would usually have scanned the room for anything dangerous that might threaten her or her mates. At the moment though, she was either so scared or so giddy that she straight up forgot. Slithering into a seat and watching as Melody casually sat down next to her; her perfect posture once again causing her to draw attention. Half a minute later, Neon sat down too, carrying a box of warm chips. "Here, I borrowed these from the couple behind us, dig in," he said.
Melody raised an eyebrow, "Gun or no?"
"They may have noticed my gun when I asked for them, yes."
Melody snatched one of the chips and popped it into her mouth, "Fair enough."
Vivian simply leaned back and pushed the food away from her, "Does anyone else feel like the moral compass of this group has been getting worse ever since Joe left?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Melody replied, eating the chips one at a time.
"Yea, I mean, we've always been this way. Joe didn't really do much to stop us."
Vivian eventually caved, and grabbed a chip from the pile, "But Joe never got involved in s--- like this. And he was always there to pull us back whenever we'd gone too far. Like, say, straight up mugging a couple for their food. Without him we're just...three thugs getting free food."
Neon rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Can we not talk about Joe, please? Every goddamn day you bring him up; 'oh karma this, oh evil that,' just shut up and eat."
"As much as I don't want to agree with Neon, you need to let it go. He's dead, he's in the past. Focus on the present."
At the mention of Melody announcing Joe's death, the atmosphere around the table changed. Neon slapped the hands away from his food and pulled it closer while Vivian shuffled away from Melody. "Joe isn't dead," Vivian stated.
"You know what? We're not doing this right now. Vivian, what'd you call us here for?"
Silence reigned for a minute, until Vivian relaxed, "I'm glad you asked. And let me start by saying, you can stay at my house until the repairs are done, Melody." -
(Sorry I got cut off.)
Nikkili began walking through a thin forest in the back of the old house. He flipped open his phone, and weaved across a few old, dead cut-off trunks while tracking down his hidden base. Once he dodged enough large brushes with-out making too much noise, he stumbled across his right-hand-man, Jason.
Jason was actually quite the militant-looking man. He had short, receding light brown hair, a scar across his right eye and left cheek, a heavy kevlar vest hidden by a black tank vest, with some curvy plates welded together on his right shoulder, creating great armor. He had steel sheathes on his fore-arms and thighs and shins. He had black jeans with patched wooden cushions on the pants.
"Jason!" Nikkili shouted out in dis-belief. Even though the battle he had went through seemed to be going on for years and years, it was only about an hour.
"Nick! I've been looking for you. What was with the huge fire?" Jason replied with haste.
"Nothing much." Nikkili said as he raised his numb left ring finger, with his shirt tied over the fore-arm.
"f---, we need to get you to the clerics. We'll get you cleaned up." Jason added. -
"Alright, let me just...recap this so I understand." Melody said, rubbing the bridge of her nose, "There are nine bodies in my front yard, two of which are fertilizing my azaleas because of an explosion, my house no longer has a front wall either and you just gave half of my life savings to an insane madman. Again."
"What's an azalea?" Neon asked, before Vivian cut him off.
"Hey man, he wanted all your life savings, but I talked him down. You should be thanking me. It's not easy tricking a guy like that."
Melody sighed, and rested her head against the table. Her gun, a sawn off break action shotgun, lay strung across her back awkwardly. "I just...god damn, Vivian. No wonder we did stupid punch. You completely dropped the ball."
"Now may not be the time, but I feel it needs to be said. I do have some good news, girls."
Melody smiled; an empty smile of a person who knows that they're not going to like the next five minutes of their future, but is forced to endure it anyway. Not looking up, Melody said, "What is it, Neon?"
"I found a way to pay off Vivian's debt."
"Impossible." Vivian herself replied.
"No see, here's the deal--" Neon started, before something cut him off.
With a heavy thunk, the table jolted into the air as Melody was pulled away from the group. Chips spattered the floor as Melody fell backwards; a loud snap echoing through the bar as the strap keeping her gun connected to her broke. Vivian and Neon simply watched as the would-be mugger cocked Melody's own gun against her, fingers twitching against the trigger. "Money and phones on the table right now. Come on, right now. I will shoot, I've gone this far."
"Are you bloody serious right now?" Melody asked. -
Reyna shrugged. "I know how to defend myself." She said, wrapping the offending thread around her finger and then slowly unwinding it.
"So you've lived here all your life?" -
"Yeah." she answered, glancing around again. "What've you been up to around here?" she asked, half-distracted by people watching for the moment.
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"Checking out the coffee." Reyna admitted with a shrug.
Shifting her eyes back to the TV screen, she flicked the thread away. It was still the same old news. Wait, no. That was a new. A group of muggers attacking a mugger attack and a whole bunch of gunfire. -
Maru glanced back at the television screen. Seeing the new story, she sighed exasperatedly, and started to turn her attention back to the people surrounding her.
Wait..
She jerked her head back around again, narrowing her eyes at the screen. Looking the scene over, she whipped out her phone and searched her notes. That was it. That was where Nick was supposed to be. She blinked at the screen, staring blankly for a moment. What was this? There wasn't supposed to be a gunfight.
She knew better than to call him, unaware of where he might be or what he might be doing, so she texted instead, angling the phone away from Reyna's vision.
Once the phone confirmed the message was sent, she sighed, tucking the phone away and crossing her legs neatly.
"Very stressful." she murmured. -
Reyna nodded in response, assuming Lydia was talking about the constant fights and attacks. "Sometimes I just wish the world would calm down." She remarked offhandedly.
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Maru smiled to herself, chuckling under her breath.
"Yes, well.. That's unlikely. If you want it to be still, all you can do is be stronger than the other guy."
She glanced over in time to see a slap-silly drunk guy hit the cue ball too hard and send it crashing through a window. -
"Not really," Reyna watched cue ball as it bounced into the glass, waiting for the crash to subside before continuing, "there's always other options. Just depends on what the best option at the time is."
She sighed as the news switched to a commercial. There weren't very many commercials nowadays, and the ones that were played most people knew word for word. She'd seen this particular commercial since she was fifteen.
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