OPEN SIGNUPS - A Farewell to Lenaire | IwakuRoleplay.com You can only push a person so far before they reach their limit. Once reached, some people won't budge, some crack or shatter altogether, but some explode and rise as something entirely different from the ashes. No one knows which they are until faced with the aftermath, but everyone has their limit. Running for Lee Taures would be the death of him he realized. Vacant expressions flashed by on either side as he rushed down the street. For all its faults, all its inequalities and all the hardships forced upon the population it was strange to be able to say the city was alive. People going about their tedious tasks, carving whatever meager living they could. Occasionally children could somehow be laughing, blissfully unaware of the injustice inflicted on their parents. Quinn could even recall a few years in his own childhood where he was the same as them, but nothing could last forever. Memories like that led him to sloppy work. It only took a single misstep to land him in his current predicament, but then that's all it ever took. He continued barreling down the street. Trying to do his best to distance himself from the four guards on his trail. While he had to cut in, out and between the downtrodden public, the guards path was virtually cleared like Moses at the Red Sea. Quinn could hardly blame them for inadvertently working against him. While he was sure they wouldn't want to see him caught, they wouldn't want to incite the wrath of the guards upon themselves either. What it ultimately meant was that the guards were gaining steady ground on the young Quinn, despite his best efforts to remember the proper back alleys and shortcuts that would lead to his escape. As they closed in further, desperation set in and Quinn started to cause some havoc. A particularly surly Vendor peddling his near rotten crops would go as pale as a ghost as a leg of his stand was taken out and his wares fell to the ground. A crowd of hungry denizens all but threw themselves at the fruits and vegetables, making a bit of a mess for the guards to work around, and a bit of afternoon entertainment for Kyne from the window of his workplace. While Quinn knew he shouldn't, he never really could resist admiring his own work, and he risked a quick look back at the angry guards working their way through the crowd. It was a rare thing for a smile to worm its way naturally onto his face, but in this case he could hardly repress it. His gaze shifted once more ahead of him, but his revel would prove to cost him as he crashed directly into the rather shapely form of Kailyn Andor- not that he knew that, sending both of them to the cobblestones. He quickly sprung to his feet while she floundered for a second, no doubt amassing a torrential line of insults. Unfortunately looking back to the guards, Quinn saw he had no time for such pleasantries. “Sorry, I swear I’m usually more of a gentleman. And sorry again.” he said with a small wince before taking off on his way. Kailyn would be left confused initially, but that confusion would pass as one of the guards also crashed into her, sending her once more to the ground but with a new partner this time. Quinn hadn't even looked back as he heard the second crash of bodies, and he didn't envy what the girl was about to go through for obstructing “justice” he kept on track. Moving swiftly down the street all too aware the more time he spent trying to escape, the more guards would be on his tail. The initial four were now no doubt aided by half a dozen more, and that problem would only grow larger and larger. A quick left into an alley took him off the main road, but wouldn't help shake his followers, he went as fast as his legs could carry him down the alley only to find a dead end. A panic overtook him as he realized his mistake. All it ever took was one wrong turn in this business and suddenly you were cooked, and on this day Quinn almost certainly was. He searched the brick wall staring him in the face for answers, unsure how to proceed. Surrender, and lose any hope of reward? Not likely. Fight his way out? He had no idea how many were behind him now, but the number of voices echoing towards him filled him with dread. He turned to face the soon approaching enemy, and found he was looking at a relatively familiar face. She was a street-tough of notable ill-repute. Known to most Runners as independent muscle for hire. What she was doing here he could only guess, being lost himself it was possible she simply lived here but at the moment Quinn hardly cared. He shot a smile at her as her name came to his mind. With her help he might yet get out of this. "Brick? You're Brick right? Looking for work? You get me out of here and it's a fifty-fifty split for you. Interested?" the voices were drawing nearer, and there couldn't be much time for her to decide.