"I'm Here to Take the Sky"
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"Right, right. Goody goody. I forgot. There's always a nice way to do things."
She pulled out her phone again and glanced it over.
"Listen, I might need to go any time now.. So if you would.." She opened her contacts. "May I have your number, friend?" -
The table was silent as Vivian weighed her options. From the look on Neon's face, he was probably doing the same. Neither of them wanted to or could afford to give up the little money they had. Hell, it was barely enough for food, they'd starve without it.
And then Neon started smiling, and Vivian remembered something very important. The mugger was using Melody's gun. Slowly, very slowly, Vivian leaned closer to Neon. "One of us should tell him."
"Can't I just shoot him? Please? It would be so much faster."
Vivian clicked her lips, "Don't be silly, we don't kill."
The table shook as the mugger hit the rim harshly. "What are you whispering about? Money, now."
Leaning back, Vivian grinned; one of the most s--- eating grins you've ever seen, "Yea, that's not going happen. Can you give my friend back her gun now?"
"Wh...what?"
Melody pushed herself up off the floor, grabbing the end of her gun and pointing it towards her chest. "I always keep my gun unloaded in case some crackhead decides he wants to try and mug me with it. Go ahead. Shoot me."
You could cut the tension with a knife. Like a cresting wave or building wind, it built and rose; threatening to tear the building off its supports. Until suddenly, a loud click went through the room as the hammer hit the empty chamber, and the tension wafted away.
"Wow, I didn't expect you to actually shoot. Nice work. All you need now is a gun of your own and you might actually make some quick money." Melody commented, completely unharmed.
A second later the mugger was running; sprinting for the door in an attempt to escape now that all his plans had been rendered moot. Vivian laughed loudly as she watched him, glad for something entertaining to have happened. She hadn't seen something funny happen to someone else since she pawned her TV.
With a happy smirk, Melody sat down again, placing her gun on the table. "Bloody thief broke my favorite strap."
"Ruined all our food too." Neon added.
"Thieves, right? What a bunch of b------s." -
Reyna shrugged, turning her eyes away from the commercial. But her mind continued to run it. [i]Use Dentx and keep your teeth squeaky clean![i]. "Sure. Let me see your phone, I'll type it in."
Pulling out her own phone, she checked to make sure nothing was too revealing on the screen and pulled up the contacts list, clicking the add one button. And then she handed her phone over, completely aware that it was a sign of trust. -
Maru hesitated a moment, blinking at the girl as she instinctively clutched her phone to her stomach. She stared at the girl's phone which had been readily offered. Was this a thing? People can just hand over their phones? She glanced down at her own, assuring that nothing too incriminating was showing and opening the "Add a Contact" menu before nodding reassurance to herself and forking it over. She took the girl's and began typing in her information.
Lydia Newman, number.. There were slots for birthdays and emails and addresses and nicknames. Maru grinned at those. What a cute sentiment. She checked her given information over once before giving the phone back, ignoring a sudden impulse to go through the contents of the phone. -
(Sorry I left. Major problems.)
Nikkili was walking on the sure side of the forest shrubbery, so most of the forest patches would cover them quite doingly. Most 'citizens' would simply pass by, not paying too much attention to the forest, since they didn't think any-one was there in the first place.
Jason then pointed to Nikkili's pocket, which began to vibrate. "You should probably take that." Jason said, followed by him pulling out a heavily modified B9 Retractor pistol, almost waiting for a gun fight to pop up. (Trying to make up my own names, don't judge.)
"s---." Nikkili said, as he was very relieved to see the song was silent... One way or another... Or both. He then picked it up, and seen it was one of his assistants. He then began to type, retreating a bit farther into the shrubbery of the forest.
"Im well. debt paid off, viv left, and my ring fingers fcked. all well, just i dont like my ring finger so much anymore" -
The table shook again as Vivian rammed her knee into the bottom, a swift swear breaking her lips as she brought her hands to cover the pain. The chips she'd managed to salvage fell swiftly back to the floor.
Rubbing her sore knee, Vivian motioned at Neon. "Alright, so what's the plan then? What's the brilliant Neon been planning behind my back that is apparently going to solve all my problems?"
Neon grinned, "It's simple. We kill Reyna."
Vivian didn't say a single word, just nodded slowly, until her thoughts caught up with her. "Nice. So what's the real plan?"
"Kill Reyna."
If there was any sign that Vivian was getting angry, she was trying her best not to show it, "We're not killing Reyna."
"No no no, just listen..."
"I'm not killing Reyna. There's no argument here."
A burning pain spread across Vivian's face as Neon reached forward and slapped her. A second later, both of them were on their feet. "Listen, Vivian. I have this all planned out, you're being irrational."
"I'm being perfectly rational."
"Just listen, alright? The Gamblers have put a bounty out on her head. We kill Reyna, that cancels the debt you owe her. We kill Reyna, the debt to the Gamblers is also paid off. We kill Reyna, we use the money from the bounty to pay off Nick for good. That just leaves the Clerics; and between the three of us, that debt is nothing. But we need to do this soon, we'll never have another chance like this!"
"What's to stop Reyna's gang from coming after us after she'd dead?" Melody pointed out, rising to her feet too.
"We be careful, and don't let them know it was us."
"I can't believe you're even considering this. We don't kill. This is exactly the kind of thing I was talking about with Joe! This is where Joe would walk in with a sack of cash and beat some sense into us. He'd have pulled us back by now!" Vivian shouted.
Melody responded much more quietly. "And you're not considering this? Even after what happened today? How long until one of those bullets actually hits you and our group shrinks even further? We need to get you out of this sort of s---, and you're not helping."
Vivian was silent. Neon simply kept his grin. "That's what I thought." -
Loney, it's your turn..
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(Didn't you see the thread she made? She said she wouldn't be on for a week and that we should continue without her.)
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Oh. No, I didn't see that. Unfortunately, my charrie is mid-conversation with her and I can't do anything with that. .-.
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Oh, nevermind. I see. Alright then.
Maru walked home, mind racing. She wondered if Reyna would notice the mistake. She was absolutely certain she'd said "Linda" when she'd introduced herself initially. She growled to herself, grating teeth and glaring at the sidewalk as she headed back to her apartment.
She was sure it would go unnoticed. As significant as it seemed to her, she always found that this kind of panic was undeserved in the end, that because she was the one who made the mistake, she would, obviously, be the one to notice it. That thought never helped to calm her before, and it certainly wasn't working now. She shook her head slowly. Would it even matter? Most people used fake names these days.
By the time she'd finally reached the building, she'd worked herself up and good and well. This was a good business connection she had potentially ruined. She pulled the door open without taking her narrowed eyes off the ground, walking past the front desk that had been ransacked months before and climbing the stairs. She ignored the huddled mass of doped up teens that laid lazily around on every level. The third floor, second door on the left. Room 342. She undid all of her many locks, glaring at yet another obscene piece of "art" that had appeared on her door in her absence. She relocked everything once she was in, and, pinching the bridge of her nose, set her phone down on the nightstand, laid down, and attempted to clear her head. -
Vivian stood back up hastily. Sitting down had done nothing to help clear her head. She was a walker anyway. She liked to walk when making big decisions. The sounds of a warm shower wafted out from the bathroom, reminding Vivian that she was both not alone, and of just how lucky she was when compared to others in the city. Luck she was sure was going to run out any day now. She'd held it off with crime and a silver tongue before, but now it was all crashing down around her. If she didn't manage to pay off her debts...it would take her down with it.
An old helmet rested on the shelf above her head, and Vivian pulled it down carefully. It was exactly as she remembered it. Deep green with a dark black visor. Joe's spare helmet.
Sitting back down, Vivian spun it around slowly in her hands. "What would Joe do?" Vivian asked herself, fully knowing the answer. He'd get some sleep. And tomorrow he would wake up and risk his life to bring a little sense of justice to this city. By the end it was all he could do.
"You still think of him?" Melody asked, wrapping a towel around her head. Vivian nearly jumped six feet in the air.
"It's hard not to. He was my brother. This house is a too empty without him."
"Please, he was as related to you as I am. Which is to say, not at all."
Vivian stood back up, heading back to the shelf, "But we are family, aren't we? What makes a family? Blood? I've given you and Neon blood before. And I'd die to protect you guys. And we cover each other's backs. That's the closest thing to a family I've had."
Melody was silent for a minute, before sighing sadly, "But we're not. When the chips are down, Vivian, everyone in this city is out for themselves. Even you, even me, even Joe."
Vivian placed the helmet back on the shelf. "Not Joe," was all she said as she turned around, "Go to bed, Melody, I have some thinking to do." -
(Sorry I haven't been posting. Major problems, as I said. I plan on posting today, though.)
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(You gais fergot about dis?)
Nikkili hurried down the side of the forest, the shrubbery surprisingly quiet, yet hiding both him and Jason well. He then continued to follow his GPS, trailed down to his bunker.
"Hey, we're close, correct?" Jason quietly asked.
"Yes, only about 100 yards away."
After a few minutes, Nikkili and Jason were looking at a tall, sacked, and dank abandoned iPhone factory. There were almost no iPhones or accessories in it, almost all were ported into the small bunker below. Nikkili and Jason escorted through some piling debris and rustic mold. They came across a fallen book-shelf, as Jason began to slide it over.
"I can help. It's quite heavy." Nikkili told Jason.
"No, no, no. You're finger is numb, isn't it? We can't risk you going into shock." Jason said sternly.
Nikkili then realized he DID feel a little bit whoozy, and dis-oriented. He then took a step back, and looked at his left arm. It still bled. Very little blood sept out, but blood sept out. Jason eventually moved the book-shelf over, and pulled out a rug. He then opened a still-cold freezer, typed in a pass-code, put his thumb on a finger-print scanner, scanned his eye, and recorded his voice. Then the freezer opened to below.
What was below was the complete opposite of the surrounding factory. It was very clean, not quite squeaky clean, but off-white. There were a few papers scattered about, and iPhones every-where, most working. They also had high-tech lap-tops (stolen, of course.) set about on random desks. This looked like it was the economics bunker of the dead iPhone factory. -
We're taking turns. We had to wait for you. -.-
She glanced over at her phone in irritation. There was nothing she could be doing until she got word from someone, but she was still tense, annoyed with the lack of production.
"Hm." she reached for it and ignored the heavy steps of one of her more frustrating neighbors as he made his merry drunken way back to his room. She'd gotten used to the loud banter he had with himself.
She opened the Internet browser and typed in "Reyna White". A few online dating profiles popped up, but nothing relevant to the girl she'd met.
"Son of a b----." she breathed, grinning to herself. -
The phone went dead as Vivian waited on the calling end. Damn. Neon was already asleep. She'd scared Melody off. Joe certainly wasn't an option. She'd run out of friends that she trusted enough to discuss murder plans. She really needed to find another member for their group. Maybe a fat kid. Fat with glasses.
Running through her list of contacts, Vivian stopped at a name she hadn't even realized she had yet. Giving it a moment of thought, Vivian shrugged. It's not like she had anything to lose anyway. Besides, she'd probably relish the chance to chat with someone who wasn't an idiot, Vivian thought before chuckling to herself. Who was she kidding?
The phone rang loud for a minute as it tried to connect to Maru's. It was all Vivian could do to sit and wait quietly for a response.
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