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Fox 8 Detroit News; 06/18/13
[spacer] [/spacer][spacer]Another chaotic day here in Detroit Jasmine, will things ever change? I'm afraid not Dom. Today we had another mass murder by the mysterious rising gang being known as "Royal Bloodliners" at the Charter Bank near by. But just how 'royal' are these criminals? Well who ever they are, it seems like they are having a bit too much fun. If the Detroit Police don't catch them, I'm sure they will anger another gang that would want to put an end to them. I heard the one who is making all the commands has never been seen before. That's right! According to some private locals, they say even the gang members don't even know who it is, amazing. Amazing indeed Jasmine but I believe all of this is just some phase. I bet it isn't a gang at all but a bunch of brats running around pretending to be like some of the big names! Dominic, what are you doing? Royal Bloodliners are no joke and you are going to get all of us kil- [/spacer][spacer][/spacer][spacer]
We interrupt you for breaking news; Fox 8 Station has just been attacked by yours truly Royal Bloodliners. Please remain calm while we make sure none dare to speak foolishly of us again....
06/22/13
Like any city, there are sewers that run underneath connecting to one another. It has become popular to the homeless to stay in these sewers to keep out of scorching temperatures, bad weather, and from view. Society never thinks about these poor people though as they are worth nothing in their eyes, nothing at all, not even a cent. Now these people are completely forgotten by the public making it as if it was only a myth. But among these poor, suffering people is a group who have the highest respect yet none dare to even say their name. The ever so Royal Bloodliners reside in these sewers as it is the last place an officer would imagine to check nor would not want to due to the stench in some areas.
Furthest away from the center of Detroit in the sewers is just but a small fraction of the group; The Royal-Tee's where the master mind of it all resides. Yet few are ever caught near that section of the sewers.
Steps could be heard on the concrete ground of the sewers slowing to a halt. A man's weight, silent breathing, a knock to an iron door. The man was dressed in a trench-coat that looked like it has seen much better days, his black combat boots were a bit dirty, and his face was that of man who looks like he hasn't seen sunlight nor a shaver in years. "Sunny, you ready for your big day? Think it's a great thing you are doing to finally reveal yourself to the family, it will help build the trust. Don'tchya think?" Behind the iron door, heels could be heard clicking to the ground as if someone was approaching it. Once the clicking has stopped, an iron slot on the door slid open angrily. Revealed behind the slot was a woman with fiery orange hair with an oriental kitty mask covering her face. Sunny murmured; "No" before opening the iron door. There she stood in a combat tan pants, a very small top and a fur jacket that matched her pants. "Once I reveal myself to the family, I am going out....I miss the local attention. Maybe we shouldn't of killed everyone at Fox 8!" Sunny laughed as she walked past the man who retrieved her as her heels clicked to the ground. Glancing back at him from the masks black beady eyes, she turned around a corner and disappeared. "Do you at least have a plan?" He shouted at her, but she did not respond.
After what seemed like hours of maze work, Sunny reached another Iron door and opened it calmly. Within sat a bunch of criminals with "RB" marked on their clothing, each one staring at her as if she was a stranger but before anyone could cause damage the man from before appeared behind her."Before you is the beautiful Miss S that you all heard so much of." Each criminal before her bowed and welcomed her. Sunny walked up to them, but one of them stopped her questioning her mask and accusing she could be a fake. Sunny lashed out punching him in the gut causing the criminal to collapse to the ground then slowly placed her pale hands on her oriental kitty mask. With a mental deep breath she moved it away from her face revealing sparkling blue eyes and soft pink lips. "Anyone else want to question me..."
Hours passed, the meeting was over and Sunny was already above ground on the roof tops scouting the area. Now where can I get some attention? Her focus quickly landed her at a local park that was surrounded by people, young and old. Ah- This is it! Alone, she scaled down the building by some of the pipes, once she reached the ground she casually walked to the park. No one knew who she was or that she was part of the Royal Bloodliners, but she couldn't help to look a little too excited for something...
"I am far from psychotic, but no where close to being normal..."
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[spacer] [/spacer][spacer]Another chaotic day here in Detroit Jasmine, will things ever change? I'm afraid not Dom. Today we had another mass murder by the mysterious rising gang being known as "Royal Bloodliners" at the Charter Bank near by. But just how 'royal' are these criminals? Well who ever they are, it seems like they are having a bit too much fun. If the Detroit Police don't catch them, I'm sure they will anger another gang that would want to put an end to them. I heard the one who is making all the commands has never been seen before. That's right! According to some private locals, they say even the gang members don't even know who it is, amazing. Amazing indeed Jasmine but I believe all of this is just some phase. I bet it isn't a gang at all but a bunch of brats running around pretending to be like some of the big names! Dominic, what are you doing? Royal Bloodliners are no joke and you are going to get all of us kil- [/spacer][spacer][/spacer][spacer]
We interrupt you for breaking news; Fox 8 Station has just been attacked by yours truly Royal Bloodliners. Please remain calm while we make sure none dare to speak foolishly of us again....
06/22/13
Like any city, there are sewers that run underneath connecting to one another. It has become popular to the homeless to stay in these sewers to keep out of scorching temperatures, bad weather, and from view. Society never thinks about these poor people though as they are worth nothing in their eyes, nothing at all, not even a cent. Now these people are completely forgotten by the public making it as if it was only a myth. But among these poor, suffering people is a group who have the highest respect yet none dare to even say their name. The ever so Royal Bloodliners reside in these sewers as it is the last place an officer would imagine to check nor would not want to due to the stench in some areas.
Furthest away from the center of Detroit in the sewers is just but a small fraction of the group; The Royal-Tee's where the master mind of it all resides. Yet few are ever caught near that section of the sewers.
Steps could be heard on the concrete ground of the sewers slowing to a halt. A man's weight, silent breathing, a knock to an iron door. The man was dressed in a trench-coat that looked like it has seen much better days, his black combat boots were a bit dirty, and his face was that of man who looks like he hasn't seen sunlight nor a shaver in years. "Sunny, you ready for your big day? Think it's a great thing you are doing to finally reveal yourself to the family, it will help build the trust. Don'tchya think?" Behind the iron door, heels could be heard clicking to the ground as if someone was approaching it. Once the clicking has stopped, an iron slot on the door slid open angrily. Revealed behind the slot was a woman with fiery orange hair with an oriental kitty mask covering her face. Sunny murmured; "No" before opening the iron door. There she stood in a combat tan pants, a very small top and a fur jacket that matched her pants. "Once I reveal myself to the family, I am going out....I miss the local attention. Maybe we shouldn't of killed everyone at Fox 8!" Sunny laughed as she walked past the man who retrieved her as her heels clicked to the ground. Glancing back at him from the masks black beady eyes, she turned around a corner and disappeared. "Do you at least have a plan?" He shouted at her, but she did not respond.
After what seemed like hours of maze work, Sunny reached another Iron door and opened it calmly. Within sat a bunch of criminals with "RB" marked on their clothing, each one staring at her as if she was a stranger but before anyone could cause damage the man from before appeared behind her."Before you is the beautiful Miss S that you all heard so much of." Each criminal before her bowed and welcomed her. Sunny walked up to them, but one of them stopped her questioning her mask and accusing she could be a fake. Sunny lashed out punching him in the gut causing the criminal to collapse to the ground then slowly placed her pale hands on her oriental kitty mask. With a mental deep breath she moved it away from her face revealing sparkling blue eyes and soft pink lips. "Anyone else want to question me..."
Hours passed, the meeting was over and Sunny was already above ground on the roof tops scouting the area. Now where can I get some attention? Her focus quickly landed her at a local park that was surrounded by people, young and old. Ah- This is it! Alone, she scaled down the building by some of the pipes, once she reached the ground she casually walked to the park. No one knew who she was or that she was part of the Royal Bloodliners, but she couldn't help to look a little too excited for something...
"I am far from psychotic, but no where close to being normal..."
