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Post by kangaroo cry on Sept 2, 2007 19:22:18 GMT -5
Raine followed after the man who had left from Pizza Pizza, following his suit and leaving from the window too. Once in the street she managed to locate a ladder and climb up, following the stranger from up high. She watched him from above and darted from fire escape to fire escape, rooftop to rooftop, always keeping the man’s dark shadow in her vision. She was quiet and light on her feet, no more than a shadow without a puppeteer.
Then shots rang out everywhere, and Raine ducked and kept low. She looked for the source of the shots, seeing many men dotting the streets. “Oh, sh*t.” Raine said, glancing around. Those men had guns, not amras. They must have been members of the Government.
Raine was overwhelmed with confusion. She leaned against the brick wall of the building, her mind racing. She took a deep breath, her lungs heaving. The steady string of bullets being fired easily became white noise. Her keen, perceptive eyes scanned the darkness. She saw the familiar shadow of the intruder, shooting at the men from the government. But he… wasn’t he one of them? Raine had only assumed, with his gun and all…
But did that really mean the intruder was for the Rebellion? Why didn’t he have an amra then? She could understand not having one in the shop, if he hadn’t wanted to give away his position. But Raine was holding an amra then herself. Did he not see that? And now, why didn’t he use the amra? It would be much more effective, not giving away his position each time he shot…
More shots, louder, closer, were exploding in the air. Raine didn’t know of which side this stranger stood, nor did she care at the moment, but she knew where she stood. And that was against the Government.
She sprung from her position, one amra in each hand. Her eyes narrowed in on the men firing in her general direction and fired. Again and again, she watched the men fall, picking them apart. Each time one fell, her eyes would immediately locate another and her fingers would pull the trigger and she’d shoot again. It was routine, instinct to her. One of the amras beeped at her, signaling its emptiness of power. That amra clattered to the ground without hesitation, Raine not allowing it to slow her down. She turned to rely on only the one, not having a second to pull out the other one she had hidden.
The effortless shots from Raine’s remaining amra ceased, and she crept forward on the fire escape. Her eyes were still fixed on the men across the street, their numbers now cut in half. Before her Raine’s expert eyes saw a stationary shadow, looking down at the ground. Raine’s breath died in her throat, and she latched her self to the wall and the shadows. If someone passed by her they wouldn’t even detect her presence.
The shadow a few feet in front of her held his gun up to eye level, aiming it down at the something he was looking at on the ground. Raine’s eyes flickered downwards, seeing a shadowy figure. Her mind rang in reminder of the robber from the shop…Her eyes widened as she came to the realization.
Raine’s instant, untrained reaction was to scream out and stop the shooter. She even rushed out into the moonlight, easily seen now. But her trained impulse, kicking in less than a second later, stopped her. She forced herself into composure and stepped forward casually, walking sideways with her back against the wall, her finger ever glued to the trigger of the amra.
Creeping still, Raine positioned herself directly behind the man. Before she could think of anything to do to stop him, she saw his finger put a bit of pressure on the trigger. Raine’s untrained reaction jumped alive again, and this time she wasn’t fast enough to resist it. She jumped forward, pushing into the man. Her arms reached around the man, trying to grab at the gun. But it was too late; he had already fallen from the fire escape. Raine had slipped too, and made to follow after the man and crash to the ground, but she clung to the fire escape desperately with one hand, the other one clutching the amra and not willing to let go. Raine hung there for a minute, not sure of what else she could do. But panic began to creep up on her, the panic of being exposed and seen… So she put the amra to her mouth and bit into it, holding it with her teeth (ooc; LOL! She’s got some of me in her. ; D) and grabbed onto the fire escape ledge with both hands now, easily hoisting herself back up to the ledge.
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Post by forgottenxthreat on Sept 6, 2007 11:33:55 GMT -5
(ooc; ok, i have some OOC-ing in some places, but its easiest to color code it. so anything in green is out of context.)
River gripped the man’s choking arm and threw him over his shoulder, sending the man hurtling to the ground with a loud thump. The sound was muffled quickly by the misty, damp air of the alleyway, possibly, making it harder to breathe. If it did, River did not notice. He breathed quickly, but silently; his body, not at all tired or worn. He was alert, ready for anything, and currently smiling at his opponent, eager for this victory. The man on the ground was slightly bigger than him and seemed that just as River, he did not tire easily. He got off the ground and charged at River, who was this time, ready. The man’s heavy frame sent them both to the ground again in a frantic mixture of kicks and punches. River could not be bothered with anything else at the moment- this man threatened him, and River would fight until the battle ended and he had won. Rolling on the ground, River found an open second to strike- he kicked him hard in the stomach and stood up with speed. In one quick movement, the man was no more, and the night, pierced by the sound of River’s gun. He smiled in spite of himself and ran one hand through his hair, pushing it out of his searching eyes. Looking around, but unable to see much, he hoisted his gun over his back and took off into the darkness.
It was much after curfew- the obvious reason for the police. He couldn’t believe he had walked right into them, though. So unlike him… Yet, with not much to go on, here on the streets, River easily shook it off and turned his head to his next requirement: food.
A sudden shuffling noise made River freeze and gaze into the direction of which the sound came. He strained his eyes trying to peer into the misty darkness.
The shuffling got louder. He turned swiftly on his heel and took off in the other direction. The wind kissed his face- ice cold, night air. It felt good on his lungs… it tasted so… like… freedom.
He had felt it so seldom in his life. Just recently getting it back. After that, he learned to appreciate the feeling all the more.
River heard shuffling coming from this direction now. Swearing in his mind, he wondered. What the he||? Where are they coming from? The image of thousands of swat soldiers excited him. He grabbed his gun from his backside and turned back around.
Shuffling coming closer, from both directions of the alley. Not even he would sit and wait for a huge unknown army to come. He needed out. His hand released tension on his glowing weapon, and he started looking around for an exit from the alley.
River looked up. …Up. He grabbed the railing to the nearest fire escape. The metal was sharp and cold. He knew the feeling. (don't ask, it just makes sense to me) He pulled himself up onto the landing and found to his dismay that the rust that covered it had done its damage, for the landing ended after stretching out about a foot. There was nowhere but a dead end here. River’s mouth curved into a snarl as he grabbed the railing again and slid down from it. Now he was back in the damp alley, surrounded by the rhythmic pounding of footsteps. He whirled around. Now, he could see a thin shadow coming out of the darkness. River’s shoulders slacked- he felt much more comfortable facing en enemy that he can see. Slowly, more and more figures appeared, circling him. The alleyway was soon filled with mysterious figures. The moonlight escaping its cloud prison, rays of telling light illuminated the people. They stood together in a vast sea. The people ranged in height and color, but not in expression. They all looked the same: tired, yet alive with resistance, proud and sure, yet worried for the future, battle worn and yet still ready to fight. One woman seemed to lead the crowd. She was tall, black, and the closest to River than any of them. She alone, stood, stock still, gazing at him; a long heavy blade, held firmly in her hand. The men and women behind her whispered skeptically to their neighbors.
“Aha! The last one is corned!”
“But, look there! No uniform on this one.”
“Why does he not move to join us? Is he not one of us?”
“Surely, you see his gun! That is not of ours!”
“So odd… and yet, he is not the agent we expected to find.”
“Obviously he has no idea who we are.”
“Just kill him, get it over with, before more of them come!”
“Quiet.” The last word was barely above a whisper and yet the entire group fell silent. Her voice was eerie and unnatural; like the heartstrings of some great beast were being strummed to the perfect tune. It was a voice that could not be duplicated, and for this reason, it could not be forgotten. River raised and eyebrow and stared, bored, at the person who made the sound. The tall black woman raised her head, her mouth still slightly open from her last word. She spoke again,
“You have broken the curfew tonight then? You dare to temp the power of the government at any cost to the war, do you? Surely you knew that we the rebellion would not ignore a curfew break so close to our doors!?”
She chastised him verbally like a child, yet she has not guessed correctly. He would break curfew a thousand times before he cared for the problems of the rebellion.
River stood calm and tall, his gun held relaxed in his right hand, hanging at his side. “So predictable,” he crooned, a menacing smile forming on his face, his tone deadly playful, "Generally not a weakness I’d like pinned to my forehead… especially after tonight seeing that your enemy knows how to lure you out of the cave.” He smirked silently.
She looked, for a second, like she had been struck in the face. The expression evaporated quickly. “You stand alone, refusing to merge with us. So you obviously are of the government; the gun and slack clothes just part of the diversion, no doubt.” Her jagged tone seemed to swivel with each syllable, yet still maintaining that unearthly pitch- it could have been walking a tight rope, one false move or emotion sent her voice plummeting into the unknown, an unrecognizable accent.
A jeer exploded from the crowd. Its gruff voice was one of impatience, “Then just get rid of him- we’ve got more important matters to be on with! We are missing an agent!” (i was thinking they are talking about raine, like they called pizza pizza once the curfew was brokena and she wasn't there so they figured something went wrong)
The sea of people murmured in agreement. River did not flinch, but kept his emerald eyes fixed straight ahead at the woman. She turned her head hissing at the crowd to settle. When all was again quiet she spoke, “Unfortunately for you, stranger, these people are right. The rebellion does not play the yingyang game. You are either of us, or of them. And seeing that you have nothing,” She eyed his gun with disgust, “That even hints similarity to our side, you must furthermore be of the other.” She turned to a shorter man next to her and said quietly, “Contact Belinda now. Tell her there is no sign of her. And that all of the government have been taken care of.” The short man nodded and took off in the other direction. The woman looked back to River. He raised his chin, showing a huge amount of indifference, but still no fear. In his eyes reflected the sea of warriors- all here by choice, a hungry fire burning in each and every one of their hearts. Some men and women wielded metal spear-like sticks. Others carried sword-like blades as the woman did. A singular few carried amras. River eyed them all with a merciless and threatening gaze. The woman gave River a regretless look and raised her arm, about to call upon the crowd to attack.
yingyang game, meaning your either bad or good, she doesn't play a guessing game trying to see if your a little bit of both
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Post by Jckwik246369 on Sept 10, 2007 18:58:52 GMT -5
OOC: Dammit, had a huge reply written up and I lost it all (stupid internet). I'll reply soon.
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Post by kangaroo cry on Sept 10, 2007 20:22:30 GMT -5
OOC;Okay....BUT UNTIL THEN I WILL RESPONDDD. Tonight or tomorrow. [/size][/color]
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Post by jckwik on Sept 14, 2007 19:05:21 GMT -5
Gerand was grabbed from behind by a guard as Raine started to talk to Belinda. He struggled some, but the guards grip was like iron. He watched as the conversation grew nasty, and suddenly Raine started to twitch and shake in pain. Gerand looked for the source, and spotted the guard holding something at her. He tried rubbing his wrists together to loosen them up, but the guard tightened his grip.
Suddenly Raine stopped, but Belinda didn't seem satisfied. She nodded to the guard again, and Raine began the whole process over. Gerand was outraged. She couldn't have the right to do that, it would mean that the rebellion was just as bad as the government, pain or obedience.
Raine fell to the floor, shaking. He couldn't stand it. Gerand dropped to his knee and threw the guard holding him over his head. Or at least he attempted to. The guard held him fast, and he didn't even make it to the floor. "Don't make this tougher than it needs to be," came the whisper. He stopped moving, and watched Raine, although every moment filled him with rage. Finally she seemed to wake up and with a huge act of willpower she stood up. Then she turned and began to walk out. Gerand mouthed something to her (OOC: I tried to think of something here, but we'll just say use your imagination. I could say something, but it sounds like Gerand loves her, and thaqt's not true. Oh well.) but Raine didn't seem to notice him (OOC: See?).
Raine gone, Gerand was moved to in front of Belinda. The guard holding him bowed his head, but Gerand didn't care. He was filled with rage.
"Ah, I see you've missed the first rule of respect here, newcomer. The first rule is you show respect to me." Gerand still refused to move his head. "And you've missed the first rule of respect to others, women (obviously he doesn't know who belinda is yet). Other's minds are theirs, not yours."
Belinda nodded. "So you say, and yet isn't it true that in life there are no hard set rules?"
"Then showing respect to you does not count as a rule."
Anger flashed across Belinda's face. "You will learn soon enough the meaning of pain. But Raine did not bring you here to argue with me. No, I get to tell you your first mission for the rebellion."
Gerand cut her off, knowing he was being very rude now, but he no longer cared. "You still think I want to join the rebellion still? After seeing what you do?"
Belinda grinned. "You have no choice anymore. Your life is in my hands. You can choose to not comply, but then I can set you as an enemy and you will be lacerated before you can move. As I was saying, we've heard many stories about your abilities. We're going to put you to use. In the north of the city is an ammunitions building. As you now may know we no longer need ammunition. That means we want you to get rid of it. Burn it, explode it, do whatever to it, but it must not survive. Good luck," she grinned wickedly at him. "You'll need it."
"What about my other partner here?"
Belinda snorted. "If you want him as a partner take him, but I bet he's the one who would trigger an alarm. It's your head. You may leave."
The guard released him. Gerand knew he would regret his next action but he couldn't resist. His rage consume him. He turned and slapped the guard. The guard punched him. He fell to the ground. "Sh!t." he muttered.
Without another word he got up, turned, and left the headquarters, as well as the building.
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Post by jckwik on Sept 14, 2007 19:14:00 GMT -5
----------part 2----------
Gerand walked along the city, retracing the way they had come last time backwards (Does that make sense?). As he neared the Pizza Pizza building he encountered two police. They were facing the other direction. "stupid." thought Gerand. He raised his Amra.
Aiming carefully he shot the one, and twisted the angle of the amra, shooting the other. It had taken no sound and only two pulls of the trigger. The bodies were laying on the ground. The one was clearly dead. He had missed the back slightly, and had cut through a vital blood vein in the neck. The other wasn't dead, but he had a huge gash across his back. It left Gerand in a hard position. Kill him and be done with it, or leave him be when he might recover and be back later?
Gerand made a hard decision, but it couldn't be risked. He stepped next to the body on the ground, committed himself to the rebellion, aimed, closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger.
He didn't see it, but there was enough sound to make him queasy. Without looking at the bodies he made his way along. He came to the Pizza Pizza building. One window was shot out and the door was open. He slipped inside, and checked the amra's. They were still there, and Raine wasn't anywhere. "Dammit, Raine. Where the hell are you?"
OOC: Gerand's not having a good night.
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Post by brix on Sept 16, 2007 10:34:45 GMT -5
Just like that, Fel was gone. Mystery comes in many guises, and one was the guise of the personal of Fel.
Fel was mystery: mystery owned him. It was inexplicable as to how he vanished or where he went: he was suddenly simply mysteriously gone, leaving anyone who had the fortune... or the misfortune of knowing him unaware of whether they'd see his face again.
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Post by kangaroo cry on Sept 18, 2007 20:05:26 GMT -5
Ooc; I was just thinking… with these posts here with the whole roof top jumpingggggggg, this would be a really good movie. =DDD
And woo to all of us, we’re writing hugely long posts.
And yeah yeah sorry if I don’t rp “Molly” very good. I dislike her personality. I mean, I like it, it’s just not a good one for me.
BTW; Julieann, I absolutely loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee your most recent post. It was amazing, I loved it. Yay yay for you! Andand thankyou for writing it because it made me want to write better and step up meh game. ;D
IC: For a moment Raine kept low, not yet standing up. The amra was still clenched tightly between her teeth. Reaching upwards, she pulled it out, slightly relieved to have the weapon back in her hand, to not have lost it… She stood up, flipping her hair and shaking it out of her face.
A loud gunshot pulled her back to life. Raine looked over her shoulder, a hand frozen in her hair as she brushed it back. The man from before was on the move again, the man she had accidentally pushed off disposed of by the gunshot. Raine’s eyes followed the other man, watching him run. She managed to jump up to the roof above using the minimal section between two bricks as her only prompter, and ran along the roof’s ledge, placing her feet carefully and in the exact positions without even looking down. The man below had an amazing pace, and Raine kept it.
The wind she created by moving at her speed whipped her hair back and off her face. It danced around her. She breathed in the coldness, loving the scent of it. The beginnings of a smile, a true smile, one Raine didn’t even know of, were forming on her face.
She was familiar with the wind, as it was familiar with her; it was one of her only friends. It followed her around, she was aware of how it felt. But it never stopped amazing her, the feeling. The freshness. The coldness warming her skin, her heart. And every time she blinked, every time she closed her eyes, the wind whisked her away to a place of such warmth, so full of heart, that she had not been graced enough to recognize it in her life. But then she would open her eyes and breath in the wind again, filling her lungs with what felt like the first of air she’d ever tasted. So sweet, so precious, so empty of blood and repression. Air no one had tasted. Denied air, restricted air, unattainable air of a different, remote time. Raine hoped to change that, attain the air, breath the air… She had to change that. It was…her life’s calling. She couldn’t breathe the air she was forced with today. She couldn’t breathe... She wanted to breathe, needed to breathe, to breathe…
The atmosphere stiffened and sensing it, Raine immediately halted, standing on tiptoe. She and her familiar stranger from the shop were not alone. Not alone at all… But where were the people? Raine couldn’t tell… But she could tell that she was very visible if someone were to decide to set their sights upon the heavens… Raine jumped off the thin ledge she was standing on and onto the building rooftop, greeting the shadows and letting them hold her close. Wherever the people were, Raine couldn’t be seen.
Hundreds of presences, people, followers walked onto Raine’s radar. She stepped closer to the ledge, peering down upon her associates as their numbers became more immense, more ominous. They surrounded Raine’s stranger, leaving him no chance of escape. She knew what they were doing, this procedure, this end. And she couldn’t allow it.
Eyeing the distance between her and the ground, Raine knew she could not jump directly down safely and something inside her would not let her try. She slipped over the ledge, falling down and landing on a roof closer to the ground, quieter than the air that surrounded her. Then she walked to the edge, allowing herself to fall so that she was dangling by her fingertips, the very tips… She could feel the ledge slipping from her grasp and she allowed it, falling 3 stories and landing lightly on her feet. Quickening her pace, she ran to the next ledge, allowing herself to drop so that she was dangling again. But this time she held on, climbing downwards, gripping the bricks and another… until she was on the floor just above the ground and all the people. She saw the signal, the leading general raise her arm…
And Raine leaped, jumping, grasping her chance as it began to slip away into the darkness. She landed quietly, evenly, and grabbed the arm the general women had raised and bent it behind her back in one swift motion. “What are you doing, Molly?” Raine hissed in her ear.
The women now labeled as Molly was leaning back into Raine, as to not stretch her arm and cause herself pain. “I-I…well. I... Yes. I-I was just thinking-“
“Thinking were you? Ha. Right you were. You know what I say, what I’ve always said.” Raine spat.
”B-but you were missing. And Belinda-“
“Do not use her as an excuse. Because you already know my answer. He is innocent. Innocent until there is legitimate proof that he is not. If we hurt innocent then we are just as bad as the government. And as long as I’m fighting for the Rebellion that will never happen.” Raine was tempted to shake Molly to make sure her point reached her but she resisted.
Most uninvolved people watching this would probably wonder why Molly kept talking back, and if she wondered for her own life. But what they did not know is that Raine was not like that. She was a fighter, a warrior, a protector of the innocent and of her own. Sometimes it was even wondered if Raine valued others lives over her own, which was entirely uncommon nowadays… Her people loved her, and respected her, just as much as they knew when to stay out of her way. And they were always safe in knowing Raine would not hurt them.
A little shuffle of movement and Raine’s eyes were looking around. For the first time she remembered the direct reason she had jumped down in the first place… the advancing Rebellion “army” members. She looked around at them all, their worn faces relieved at seeing her.
“Master Raine! We’re so happy you’re okay!”
Raine grimaced at being called “master” and did not respond. She let go of Molly’s arm and looked around the full circle, making eye contact with everyone, looking for an unfamiliar eye or one that did not meet her gaze; she was checking for spies, as she knew everyone of the Rebellion and their character. Then she found her way to the middle of the circle, one hand on her hip. She breathed in deeply, closing her eyes. “Let’s go home.”
“What?” Molly inquired.
Raine smirked, as if she expected this question to be asked. She turned to face her. “I said…let’s go home.”
Molly’s eyes were wide with shock that could easily be mistaken for horror. “B-but, you… You have not yet completed your mission!”
Raine’s smirk strengthened, and she raised her chin at an angle to Molly. “So? Let’s go back. I’m tired. Besides,” Raine said, shrugging her shoulder and holding out the hand not on her hip, palm upwards, to emphasize her words, “The shop’s window and door were blasted through. If the government comes looking this way, they’ll see that and think it’s already been raided and won’t bother with it.”
A few members of the group muttered their agreement.
“Sooooo….” Raine said, turning away from Molly, listing the problem as ‘solved.’ “Are we going?”
The crowd cheered, hoisting their weapons and preparing to shoot anyone who got in their way.
“Wait, guys. We’ve already cleared out the police in this entire area. It’ll be morning by the time they get replacements…” Raine was referring to the government’s seemingly disposable police crew… “We don’t need to hide ourselves tonight.”
The members looked at each other and nodded, shrugging their weapons up on their shoulders or into their cases.
And then they all turned to leave, feeling light and not heavy for once in their lives. Tonight they had been victorious; tonight they did not have to hide themselves and sneak around… Everyone else seemed incredibly happy about that, but Raine couldn’t help feeling awkward and lost, and incredibly out of place.
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Post by Jckwik246369 on Sept 19, 2007 17:31:39 GMT -5
OOC: Sure, leave Gerand hanging in the shop. Fine.
Post later.
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Post by forgottenxthreat on Sept 20, 2007 11:17:38 GMT -5
ooc; LMAO Josh
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