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Ryan | Nu Leader[/align]
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Come ride with me through the veins of history
I'll show you a God who falls asleep on the job[/align]
History of Necraphades was lying on the desk behind the monitor that checked out books. And on the high stool sat a twenty six year old who had been employed there for a good year at least, his head atop of a page somewhere near the end of the resource, eyes closed and snoring lightly.
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How can we win when fools can be kings?
Don't waste your time or time will waste you[/align]
"Ryan!" came a forced whisper. Another librarian, this time a woman, who had long hair and glasses... It seemed like Rye was the only one without glasess... nudged him with her hand. The young man still didn't wake up.
"Ryan!" she said again, still with no response. She finally opened a book she had been holding and slammed it in his face. Ryan shot up with a jolt.
"What? How are you to-- Oh. It's just you, July." He yawned, sitting back up.
"You're off now, please go before a senior catches you sleeping like that." The other said, empathizing with the idea of sleeping on the job.
Ryan gazed at the clock - Five pm.
He jumped off the stool and quickly logged out, then left.
"Thanks, July. You're always looking out for me."
It seemed like Musicians never really liked books, so it was almost never crowded. Besides, with the onslaught of the internet, who would come to the library anyway?
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No-one's gonna take me alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive[/align]
The Nu Leader walked out the door to the Musica Central Library and went to his bike, putting on his black gloves before hopping on, kicking the kickstand back and pedaling off. His bike was nothing special, just a cheap mountain bike - it got him exercise, at least. And it allowed him to beat traffic and not have to pay out for a car or insurance.
Now it would just take him about thirty minutes to get the abandoned Steel warehouse, where he'd left the paperwork for the new Jack that was supposed to take place next week. Thinking about it, some others should be getting off their jobs by now, as well...
The Lazy Marionette wrote: [imgright]
Jaclyn
Jaclyn Rivers | NuMetal Member
[serif]I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals
I'm breaking in, shaping up, checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa[/serif]
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Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock was an incessant device. Jaclyn wasn't even sure why she'd bought it at all. It constantly irritated her, reminding her of every second that passed. Yet for some reason, she couldn't get rid of the damn thing. It was all very aggravating.
[serif]I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my system blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive[/serif]
Jaclyn tapped her pen in beat to the ticking clock while reviewing some of the figures for the month. Shipping had become a dying industry in Musica due to the mute movement. Most of it happened underground now. The only reason Record Shipping had stayed afloat was the company's involvement in gang activity. It was becoming something of a monopoly, not that Jaclyn minded.
The fierce chestnut eyes flicked up to the clock, checking the time. Shit, I'm late, she thought, gathering up some papers, haphazardly stuffing them into her briefcase. The modest black heels she was wearing today made it difficult for her to move faster than a strut. The warehouse wasn't too far away, but it was far enough to be a problem. The heels made sharp clicking sounds on the pavement as she hurried along.
[serif]I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We'll paint it red to fit right in
Whoa
I'm breaking in, shaping up, checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa[/serif]
Being a major proponent in shipping led Jaclyn to be at most of the Jacks. It was the reason she was considered quite useful in the gang. She had the finesse of a silent killer with the intelligence of a leader. It was all rather dull to the blonde, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. In about ten minutes she arrived at the warehouse just as Ryan, the Nu leader, was arriving. "Hello," she said without even a smile.
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[serif]All systems go, sun hasn't died
Deep in my bones, straight from inside[/serif]
[Harley Quinn] wrote: [serif]Clothes aren't what they used to be
They don't seem to fit you and me anymore
Modesty is out the door
Flaunting what we've got and more is in
Yeah it's in[/serif]
Brielle Reimi
Elec Member
(a.k.a Brie, Doreimi, Romi)
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Brielle hummed to herself under her breath. Sometimes the laws just annoyed the hell out of her. No music, no singing, no humming, it was just so...stupid. She could think of a million different words to describe the idiocy of it all, but today she would choose stupid. The sound of tinkling bells alerted her to a new customer. Customers meant that she would spend time helping them, and that in turn made time fly by which would mean that she could close the store sooner.
Turning from the rack of clothes as she was sorting, Brielle put a smile on her face and turned to greet the woman who had come into the shop. "Welcome to Arpeggios! It's so good to see you again Mrs. Bradley. I hope you're still enjoying your last purchase." The older woman smiled and returned the small talk.
As Brielle worked, she glanced up at the ornate clock on the wall behind the register and smiled. Mrs. Bradley would definitely be her last customer. There was supposed to be a new jack going on and she was usually one of the people who helped treat the wounds a bit. Today though, she would just sit back and watch. It was only when she had hope in a new arrival that she would lend a hand in the healing process.
Once the woman was gone, Brielle turned the sign in the door and locked up, moving around the now empty boutique to clean up a little before leaving. Fifteen minutes later she had the alarm set and was off down the street. She wouldn't be late, she never was unless someone came in at the last minute. Brielle looked down at the bag in her hand and smiled. Rachel would love the clothes. Brielle loved to get things for her friend. Besides, for all that Rachel meant to her, giving her clothes was the least she could do. Rachel was like a sister, so giving up a little profit was nothing at all. Clothes were meant to be shared and borrowed. Besides, Brielle knew what would look good on Rachel and it also gave her a little bit of PR.
Once at the meeting place, Brielle knew she would be one of the first to arrive. "Hey! Anyone here? Ra-- Tabby? I have a surprise for you!"Brielle dangled the decorative bag with her store's motif on it in front of the other woman and smiled. "I just know you'll love it! They came in just this week and I thought of you when I saw it. I think it will be just perfect!" Talk of clothes made Brie just a little over excited.
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[serif]Child of earth with gentle hands
Wind in hair and toes in sand
Make you laugh, she'll make you listen
Nothing's broke and nothing's missin'
Isn't she beautiful[/serif]
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RisaHibiki6001116368 Rachel 'Tabby' Willows - Leader of Electronica
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The sound of a shoe tapping impatiently echoed in the work studio that Rachel, Tabby, occupied. It was accompanied by the sound of a plastic stylus thumping against her tablet as she stared at the blueprint that she had been working on for a company's new annex, though she hardly was paying attention to her work. Instead, her focus was solely on the clock in the bottom corner of the screen, taunting her with how agonizingly slow the minutes ticked by on it. She was dying to get out of the stuffy office that she met with clients in and get out and do something more interesting to her. Not that architecture wasn't interesting, it just wasn't... as interesting as her other job.
As much as she wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, she did have to work and earn a living, so, summoning up all of her willpower, she managed to turn a small amount of focus back on the screen, sketching out lines and thumbnails of the completed project, until a little timer next to her screen bleeped loudly at her. Slamming it off, she saved her work and pushed back from the desk, stretching her legs and arms out with a sigh.
Thank GOD that's over with...
Tabby stuffed her tablet away in its cabinet, tugged on her gloves, and shut the door to her building, setting the alarm and locking it behind her, thinking that maybe she would work on that blueprint a little more later that day, if she had time. And even if she didn't, she could always work on it tomorrow, since she was scheduled to turn it in on Monday, and she had a few days left... These thoughts persisted even as she hopped on her moped and drove away towards the meeting place for the time being, an old dumping ground for box cars that were out of commission or were retired from use on the tracks. A box car graveyard, so to speak, and one that hadn't been used for years.
The vehicle puttered to a stop in front of the one that was being used as a headquarters, and she pushed open the doors of the one next to it and stashed her vehicle inside of it, shutting the oiled doors after. The doors themselves didn't look as silent as they were, thanks to the prep work that they had done in the place once they moved in. As temporary as the location would be, it would still behoove them to take precautions, and she'd be damned if some squeaky hinges got them caught. The hinges on the next car were equally quiet, and she cracked them open cautiously, before spying her second, Brielle, inside already. Once indoors, she shed the long sleeved clothes and gloves she wore, revealing her other clothing beneath them, along with the various tattoos on her arms and shoulders.
"Brielle, you're early. As always." Tabby shook her head and a grin as she continued her change in attire, popping in her contacts and blinking away the water from her eyes. Once that was done, she maneuvered past her to take a seat in a large, red, cushioned chair that looked to have seen better days. In truth, it had been salvaged from some previous location, one which she couldn't recall. Plopping down, and waving the dust away once it billowed around her, she finally noticed the bag that Brielle held, eyeballing it.
"Ooh, what's that? More clothes?"
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Great nations built from the bones of the dead
With mud and straw, blood and sweat
You know your worth when your enemies
Praise your architecture of aggression
[Harley Quinn] wrote: [serif]Fabulous Hair,
fabulous style,
Fabulous eyes and that
fabulous smile.[/serif]
Brielle Reimi
Elec Member
(a.k.a Brie, Doreimi, Romi)
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Brielle grinned at her friend and nodded. She loved how Tabby became all excited about the clothes she brought. Brielle wasn't a big fan of the grungy punk look Tabby wore around the gang, but even Brielle had to dress down for the occasion. She was wearing a black tulle skirt over black leggings shot through with silver with a matching tank top. She was so pale that she could actually pull off the look without looking too emo or goth.
"But of course! What else would be in this bag?? Like I said, this stuff just came in but if you added a pop of color, it would look absolutely AMAZING!" Brielle cleared off an old table and grimaced at the mess it would leave all over the clothes. Good thing she had wrapped each piece of clothing in paper first.
She started to unpack everything she had brought. The first was a pant suit in a very rich cream color. "Okay, so yes it's in the lightest color imaginable, but I thin this would look absolutely beautiful on you. If you know your client and you want to make them shit bricks so to speak, this would be THE power suit for you! Or..." Brielle then unwrapped the more feminine counterpart, an a line pencil skirt. "The skirt would be fabulous as well. As for shoes, I figured you could stop in one day and take a look around at what draws your eye."
Brielle then plopped down next to Tabby, waving away the dust that flew up to join the little motes currently floating around. As temporary as the place was, it could still use some deep cleaning, but things had to remain the same in case someone raided the building when they weren't there. Her nose wrinkled in distaste for a moment. Fabulous what what this place could look like, if only Tabby would let her clean it up a little.
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[serif]I want fabulous,
That's my simple request,
All things fabulous,
I need something inspiring to help me get along,
I need a little fabulous is that so wrong?[/serif]
Q wrote: [imgright]
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Ryan "Rye" | Nu Leader[/align]
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I don't know
what they're gonna think of next--
genetic engineers of the most high tech.
A couple new ways
to fall into debt.
I'm a nervous wreck but I'll bet
that that T.V. set
tells us what we've wanted to hear.
But none of these sound bites
are coming in clear.
From the third world to the corporate ear,
we are the symphony of modern humanity.
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Once Rye got within sight of the Warehouse, which had a long, slated, vertically-sliding door to the main entrance that was most often used, he hopped off the bike while it was still moving. He hopped to his feet and jogged along for a few strides, eventually slowing to a walk with the bike and stopping by the door.
Without even looking toward the other person who greeted him, he returned it. "What's up, Jaclyn?"
After putting his bike on the kickstand, he went to the side and bent down, sliding the correct combination for the
lock to unlock. He pulled the loop of the lock out of the door hinge and, with a huff, lifted the heavy door. He rested it on his left shoulder and closed the lock in his hand, then twirling it on his right index finger idly as he waited for Jaclyn to go inside.
"Just get off work? Me too," he sympathized. He pointed his chin in the direction of his bike, "Take that in with you, will you?"
Once Jaclyn walked on through, he followed and dropped the door down with a slam behind them. After letting out a small cough from disturbed dust, he went over to a lamp and turned it on, sitting behind the desk the lamp was on.
This was a large warehouse. Many permanent shelves were installed, but most of them were empty. About a third of them had various music-related things in them, and intermittently spread throughout there were generators for plugging things into, stand-up lights, and various types of chairs. The place was large but screamed of being temporary. Any sort of organization was done by the members. Rye had his desk and some of the shelves for supplies, but everything else was a mess unless someone else decided to organize it.
This was because every few months, Rye would rent out another place in a different part of town. Could never be too careful about where one's base of operations were. Rye picked some papers off his desk and brought them to his face, plopping his feet on the now-empty woodtop while he leaned back into his chair.
It'd been about a week since he'd been here. Most of the members used it as a safe space. A place to crash if they were homeless or just needed some time to themselves. Rye came every now and then, but he lived in his own apartment elsewhere. He kept everything related to the gang here. Dealing with this, he was somewhat obsessive. He always felt like he could be caught at any moment. He tried to keep his neuroticism on the downlow for the most part. But if one of his members-- which he thought of as his kids-- did something stupid, they would know right away.
But his attention was on the notes he'd written to himself. The lock still hung from his finger, but he ignored it as he looked over the papers, his left hand behind his head. He pursed his lips, squinting, trying to remember what he was thinking about when he'd written these.
Rye had his problems, but for the most part was a pretty laid-back guy. He thought he had a decent sense of humor. Right now he was trying to act like he was a great, all-important businessman.
Really Jaclyn was much better at that sort of thing. Probably why she had a good job and he was stuck at the one that took the least effort possible.
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Chloe1
Everyone living in ghost town
Everyone buried in waste land
We don't want to
We don't have to be like that
Living in ghost town
Chloe sighed as she sat in the thrift store where she worked every friday afternoon. As usual, there had been a few customers but few bought anything. That's usually how it was. The customers always came in, looked around, then went out again. Thinking about it, she might have only sold one or two things in the entire afternoon. Such an exciting part-time job she had, indeed.
She moved her hands through her hair, pushing the messy locks out of her eyes and sighed. Time passed so slowly in the afternoons, why was that? Times like these she really wished she was allowed to read on the job, but of course not. Appearance was everything to shop owners. Even the ones that only owned a bloody thrift store.
Throwing a glance at the old clock located on the wall behind, she was at least relieved to see she was off duty soon, she only had to be bored through two more minutes and then she could take off.
She started to put her hood on and looked around the cash register for her cellphone. Once it was found she looked at it: No missed calls, no messages. No surprise though. And it was all good.
Grabbing the key to the store she then turned off the lights and closed the blinds, turned the 'Open' sign around so it said 'Closed' and then walked out, closing and locking the door behind her. Two minutes past five, with a quick glance at the cellphone, that's what it told her. She put it in her pocket and then started to walk. The traffic was loud, and friday evening the streets were always more crowded than usual. People always seemed to be in such hurry to get somewhere on fridays. Chloe never understood that.
She turned a corner and started to jog slightly, making her way into a park where she jogged in circles almost before jogging out and making her way toward her apartment, located at the edge of Linkin Park.
We're dead in this ghost town
You better let go, so let go, let go of me
We're dead in this ghost town
You better let go, so let go, let go of me
The Lazy Marionette wrote: [imgright]
Jaclyn
Jaclyn Rivers | NuMetal Member
[serif]We are all living the same way
We are escaping the same way
Circling
We are a part of the same play
We think we're making our own way
Circling
You don't have to hold your head up high[/serif]
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The NuMetal leader sometimes reminded Jaclyn of a child, but then he did things like lift a door up and slam it back down, which brought her back to his potential. She grabbed the bike and brought it in, leaning it against the wall on the right of the door. A quick clearing of her throat scared away the coughing fit that wanted to ensue from the dust. The choice of location was always grimy and dusty and decrepit, but there was no other place that would work to hold these meetings.
[serif]Round and round
I won't run away this time
Till you show me what this life is for
Round and round
I'm not gonna let you change my mind
Till you show me what this life is for[/serif]
Jaclyn approached the desk and pulled a folder out of her briefcase. "As usual, we're hosting the Jack. This file contains the crew, equipment, containers, anything and everything," she said, flipping through some of the pages. Jaclyn was obsessive when it came to her company dealing with the Jacks. She made sure to know exactly which people and which containers were coming so as not to mistaken some other shipment or other people. Although many made fun of her for her anal retentiveness, she knew this little trait was what kept other people from coming in and attempting to infiltrate. Her system was sealed tight.
The little bit of organized chaos that was Jaclyn's was the file cabinet in the warehouse. It contained all the paperwork for not only Jacks, but gang members. She kept it organized and precise to every detail. It was the only thing she could do to stay sane in such a haphazard environment. The constant moving made it difficult for her to tote around all the files, but she didn't want to keep them in her apartment which was far too easy to break into, not to mention limited on space.
[serif]We are afflicted by fiction
Building a case for eviction
Circling
Guarding a tower of ancients
Shooting down arrows of patience
And patiently circling[/serif]
A slender hand dipped into the front pocket of her briefcase and pulled out a small key that belonged to the lock on the cabinets. She told everyone it was in case anyone infiltrated the warehouse, but the real reason was so that no one would mess everything up. The only other person with a key was Rye, and she wasn't even sure if he had it anymore. Effortlessly, she undid the lock and pulled another few papers from her briefcase and filed them away. It was mostly miscellaneous information about shipments; a few were added information to the members. Mostly, the filing kept her idle hands busy.
[serif]All the emptiness inside you
Is hard enough to fill
Without a sense of purpose
Were setting up to fail
You don't have to make it right
Just hold your head up high[/serif]
The blonde checked her watch and sighed. Angie would be done with daycare soon and Jaclyn still had to pick her up and make her dinner. She locked the cabinet and her eyes flicked over to Rye, who seemed immersed in his work. The Jack was next week and they both had a lot to do to prepare. "I'm going to go get Angela. I'll be around," she said with a small nod and exited the building.
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[serif]You don't have to hold your head up high.[/serif]
genewen_elfen wrote: [serif]
Penelope "Piper" Northridge|NuMetal Member
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[imgright]
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Faint light from her blinds found there way to Piper as she looked down at her math problems. It broke her out of her stupor of fervor, if that's even possible, as her mom always reminded her, that she only experienced immersed in the world of equations and numbers.
Let's see...... Tapping her pencil to a imaginary beat, she couldn't seem to concentrate on the last problem. As the light grew dimmer, she got that much closer to what was going to happen that night.
The jacking. She wasn't even sure if she would go, seeing as she had only been a member for about a year and some change. Thinking back to it made it seem unreal. Going to school everyday made it seem as if it were some kind of daydream of an alter ego. She smiled at the thought. She would probably be needed for something else that night. She looked at the digital watch on wrist at the time: 4:50.
Crap. Five o'clock was usually the time everyone got of their work. She would have to book it if she wanted to make it.
Made the toast
Burnt the eggs
Never got the hang of them
Just another other day
Slamming her math book shut, she literally jumped off her bed, almost slipping on the wood floor, and ran over to her drawer. Hurriedly she changed out of her leisure clothes, a regular white tank top and baggy grey sweatpants, and into something that she felt comfortable running in but still looked decent: a knitted black beanie to cover her purple hair, a semi-tight plaid red and white long-sleeved shirt, and black skinny jeans. Her grumbling stomach reminded her that she was human and needed food, so she unwrapped her breakfast from the morning: toast and burnt eggs. and She didn't even look at herself in the mirror before booking it out of her dorm.
Thankfully, people didn't really seem to notice or care as they saw her run down the sidewalk, better things to do, places to go. But she stopped herself as she saw a patrolling clef. Running might go unnoticed by the populace, but the clefs might find it suspicious and she really didn't need to get stopped. Just as she reached the bus stop, the bus arrived. Good thing she had been quick.
Caught the bus
Forgot the change
Looks like I'll be late again
Hopefully they won't complain
The dull, tired-eyed bus driver barely gave her a glance as she stepped onto the crowded bus. She dug into her pockets, frantically looking for her change. She gave a nervous laugh to the bus driver as she thoroughly searched her pants. Finally she found a bus pass and showed it to the driver before walking to find an empty seat. The usual bus murmur gone as people were going home, tired and fulfilled for the day. She sat down at the back, a little tired, glad it was the end of the week. She looked at her watch 4:57. It would take a few minutes to reach her stop, and then a few, if she ran, to make it to the warehouse. Finally finished, she began to feel tired. Against her will, her eyelids drooped a little. Just for a second...
Set the clock
Went to sleep
This anxiety I keep
Through another day
Wait what? She awoke to the bus driver announcing her stop. She quickly got off. She walked a while off, making sure no one was watching, then started to dash. She would really have to invest in a car. But then that would mean an actual job. The thought was extremely depressing, especially since she barely had time to study and do gang work at the same time.
Exhibit A, she thought to herself. Another thing to invest in: time management skills.
Looks like I'm done today
I'm dying
By the time she reached saw the warehouse, she felt close to passing out. She couldn't run anymore. Between each step she took an enormous breath. She ripped her beanie off her head, internally cursing it for making her hot, just to feel better
I guess that's what you get for being late. Lesson learned. She didn't even bother to look at her watch as she approached the doors. They felt extremely heavier than usual as she opened them up, and saw she saw that she was not alone. Both Rye and Jaclyn were already there, but that wasn't so bad. She thought she would be scrutinized by the whole gang as she walked in. She wasn't even able to talk as she caught her breath in the doorway and closed the doors behind her. She could only imagine herself right then: sweaty and red-faced.
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Niall Myers|Civilian Seeking Electron[/serif]
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A voice could be heard right next to the car,"Hey Niall, you almost finished?"
Niall answered from under the car, "Just a sec."
He just had to do a few adjustments before the car was ready. Something tightened here, something fixed here. Rolling up from under the car grease and all, he patted his hands together and said,"All done." His boss looked a bit suspicious. In a accusatory voice, he said," So it'll be working fine when the customer comes back tomorrow morning?" Keeping his voice level and expression calm, he answered,"It should be running good as new, you can try it yourself." His suspicious look never left his face when he said,"No I'll take your word for it. You mind closing up for me?" "No problem," he said, catching the keys thrown at him as his boss walked out without another word.
Graffiti decorations
Under a sky of dust
Constant wave of tension
On top of broken trust
He shook his head as he heard his boss leave. That guy was too high strung and slow to trust. He had been there for about a week, and it wasn't like he was a suspicious dude or anything it reminded him of his parents.. He slammed the doors shut on that thought, and took time to notice the graffiti spray canned to the wall of the building. The fading light caught on it and the dust motes floating around, causing an almost sparkling illusion. Of course a gang hadn't written it. They were too smart for that. No, it seemed the old man had teenage enemies in the neighborhood who really didn't like him. Kind of how he disliked....
Lessons that you taught me
I learned were never true
Now I find myself in question
They point the finger at me again
Guilty by association
You point the finger at me again
He didn't like speaking of his parents. They had become almost unbearable lately. The only reason he had got the job was because he didn't feel like using their resources, following their rules, which didn't seem to bode well with them at all. It didn't really matter. He had made his decision already. He wanted to become a gang member.
I wanna runaway
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
and open up my mind
He had given it a lot of thought. His parents, if they ever caught wind of it, would just call it rebellion against them, but it was way deeper than that. It was the need to have a separate life, separate ideas. The thought of thinking on his own for a change. Of finding out the truth of music, for better or for worse. The only problem was finding them..
He thought all of that while he walked upon the smooth driveway to his car, a simple, old, yet trusty car in the most bland color: grey. It wasn't like he needed anything flashy. Just to get him to work from school. As he turned the ignition, he couldn't stop thinking about his decision. As he drove off, he thought of the possiblities. He could always ask someone, but then that could lead to clef detainment if they tattled. He could start singing in public, or maybe a dark alley would suffice. No, too risky. He could always go snooping at night and wait for them. That was how he saw one before. But it was also dangerous...
It would have to do, he thought resolutely as his car just...stopped.
Of course. He stepped out of his car and ran his fingers through his hair cursing to himself. So much for trusty. He looked to his surroundings and saw himself in Linkin Park, maybe. His apartment was all the way in Björk which meant get his car fixed or start walking.
Another wave of tension
Has more than filled me up
All my talk of taking action
These words were never true
Now I find myself in question
They point the finger at me again
Guilty by association
You point the finger at me again
As he lifted the hood, he couldn't help but feel this misfortune was a bad omen. He started to second-guess himself and actually truly think of what he was going to do. There would be no going back, ever.Lost in his pessimistic thoughts, he cut his finger on a sharp edge,"Ow," he exclaimed, looking disdainfully at his finger.
[serif]Ivy Norton|Chief Clef[/serif]
Ivy walked with purpose through the streets, those passing by giving her room to stride as she took on a special mission. One that could be the turning point in the case of the gangs running amok in her city. She could all but care less for the girl running past her as if for her life. She had bigger fish to fry.
As she reached the apartment residence, she saw that two of her officers had already arrived sitting on the steps in rather inattentive poses. She said, rather amused,"So, what's the status of the operation, gentlemen?" She could see an apparent difference as they stood up erectly, their faces showing a bit of guilt and reverence. "Ma'am yes ma'am. There are officers posted at both exits, and at all entrances. The suspect is still in her apartment, unaware." She thought about it for a minute, and smiled a rather" I see. Let's go visit her shall we?"
I can't escape the twisted way you think of me
I feel you in my dreams and I can't sleep
I don't sleep
They obediently walked at her heel down the hall of the apartment building, not wishing to interrupt her thoughts in one of her moods. Her expression and body language said it all. Her face was contorted into an expression of pure delight, her smile devious and trusting, sweet and cruel. She seemed totally at ease, yet able to spring at any moment. Her eyes gazed over the other doors uninterested, cold and calculating. Until she got to the door, in which her eyes lit up devilishly.
You never know the way your words have haunted me
I can't believe you'd ask these things of me
You don't know me
Now or ever
She gave a few short raps before yelling sweetly,"Ms. Davenport. We need to talk to you." There was ruffling heard within the house and faint footsteps, but no respond. She signaled the officers to kick down the door, the sweet sweet sound of breaking wood commenced. A yelp was heard, the owner shivering uncontrollably, eyes wide open in shock in the dark. She was a woman in her mid-40s perhaps with graying blonde hair, and a rather pinched face, wearing an all-white dress, and clutching a rather suspicious package in her hands so hard, her knuckles were white. Her face followed suit as she started to pale.
Wake up in a dream
Frozen fear
All your hands on me
I can't scream
I can't scream
Her voice shook uncontrollably as she pleaded,"No no, I'm innocent. Please." Her look seemed to implore Ivy to listen. Ivy's took on a tone of soothing as she said,"Of course, of course. As long as we find out what we need to, you'll be free to go." Ms. Davenport seemed to relax a little at her tone."Now please Ms. Davenport. Just tell me something. Just a few things, and you'll be free to go. Where - are - the gangs - hiding? And who are they?"
She answered,"Wh-what?" "Where are they Ms. Davenport. Electronica and NuMetal, ring any bells? You know who they are don't you?" A knowing look passed her eyes as she understood what she had said, then a look of complete rebellion passed her face that ignited Ivy's anger."I have no idea what you're talking about."
You belong to me
My snow white queen
There's nowhere to run
So let's just get it over
Soon I know you'll see
You're just like me
Don't scream anymore my love
For all I want is you
Ivy made herself appear taken back."Oh, I see. You have no idea, huh? How very disappointing." She snatched the bag from the woman and poured its contents on the floor. Cd's, cd players, and miscellaneous materials littered the floor, and Ivy crushed them beneath her heel. Ms. Davenport seemed close to fainting. Ivy turned towards an officer,"It seems we have a guilty musician on our hands boys, take her in. Who knows, maybe she'll start talking." The woman tried to run, but the officer was to quick for her. She was dragged screaming from the room.
How unfortunate. Turning to the other officer, she said,"Clean this up," and walked out.
The one supposed to detain Ms. Davenport ran up to her out of breath, pale himself. Ivy raises an eyebrow."What is it now?" He answered rather shakily,"It's Ms. Davenport. She died right now. Of a heart attack." She couldn't keep her anger in,"WHATT!?!?"
Q wrote: [imgright]
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Ryan | Nu Leader[/align]
Time waits for no one,
Rye put his legs back down on the floor and placed the lock on the desk.
"You know, sometimes I wonder why I don't just step down. You're clearly better at this than I am," he chuckled in response to Jaclyn's papers and briefcase.
So do you want to waste some time, tonight?
He put his own papers back down on the desk and put his serious face on, making a mental note to find the key to that file cabinet, later. He wouldn't admit to losing the key in his massive pile of junk.
The Nu leader watched the woman file away half the gang's papers, like a true business corporate manager, and then look at her watch, saying something about Angela, her daughter.
Don't be afraid of tomorrow,
"Already? But you just got here" Ryan stood, a somewhat disappointed look on his face. "You ever gonna bring her around, anyway? I'd like to actually meet her once, you know."
Just take my hand, I'll make it feel so much better tonight.
But then, the door to the hideout opened and Piper came in, breathing heavy and red, as if late to a meeting. There was a hard stare from him and dead silence for what seemed like whole minutes before the 26 year old simply burst out laughing.
"The meet up's not till
Next friday, you know?"
Ryan had told everyone to come at 5pm next friday to prepare for the jack. Other than official meets, this place was more or less a clubhouse people came to in their spare time. Next friday was they day they were all coming together to be assigned their positions on the jack, get the whole brief, and then carry it out possibly the week after. Rye wasn't positive. He'd have to re-read what Jaclyn had just brought when he got the time.
Suddenly my eyes are open,
Everything comes into focus, oh.
We are all illuminated,
Lights are shining on our faces, blinding.
genewen_elfen wrote: [serif]
Penelope "Piper" Northridge|NuMetal Member
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[imgright]
newoc2
My knee is still skaking like I was twelve
Sneaking out the classroom by the back door
A man railed at me twice though
But I didn't care
Waiting is wasting for people like me
The silence was deafening as Rye's hard stare was narrowed in her direction. The only sound heard was her slowly relaxing breaths. She didn't want to be the one to talk first, so she let the silence lengthen, becoming increasingly nervous. What had she done? And why was the place so...empty?
Cultivate your hunger before you idealize
Cultivate your anger to make them all realize
Climbing the mountain, never coming down
Breaking into the contents, never falling down
She almost jumped out of her skin, and she could imagine her purple hair standing on end as the Nu leader began to laugh. A probably funny expression came over her face as she stood there, confused. It was extremely unnerving, and it made her feel rather low. Slowly she became a little angry and crossed her arms. Then Ryan said something that made her whole face turn red, and not for the same reason as before.
"The meet up's not till Next friday, you know?"
Don't try to look so wise
Don't cry cause you're so right
Don't dry with fakes or fears
Cause you will hate yourself in the end
She face palmed. Of course, it wasn't this Friday. She must have not been paying attention, as usual. That didn't make her feel any better. And he didn't have to laugh about it like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard.. With all the dignity she had left, arms still crossed, she answered,"Well yeah, I knew that. Duh. How could I forget?" though she didn't sound convincing to herself.
She added leaning against the door, knowing she didn't fool anyone,"So what's on the schedule today?"
[serif]Ivy Norton|Chief Clef[/serif]
Ivy swiftly walked out of the building, ignoring the open-mouthed stares of the apartment dwellers. Some looked scared, some rather mutinous. The latter were dealt with the cleft emerging from the back of the building. It had all failed, stupid old woman, dying like that. She impatiently flipped her hair as a new, young-looking clef was striding in her direction, looking rather confused.
Great, what now.
A lonely speaker in a conversation
Her words were swimming through his ears again
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you pay for
He walked up to her,"Ma'am, I'm looking for Chief Norton. It's important I speak with her." Raising an eyebrow, she answered,"This is she. What do you need?" She was never surprised when she the new recruits look at her wide-eyed as he had done now. "You're Officer Norton? But you're so - " He quickly cut himself off as she stared at him.
Say what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believe
She answered good-naturedly,"What, you thought I would be an old, unattractive hard woman or something." He slowly nodded his head face looking down."Well that's okay. Just say what you need to say." He seemed to regain some confidence when he looked her in the eye and said,"Yes ma'am. You are needed in Grey's office immediately."
She tried to not look taken back as he said it, but she couldn't help herself. This was truly horrible timing. And so sudden? Had he heard of this failure already? This was her most promising lead. Gone.
She paints her fingers with a close precision
He starts to notice empty bottles of gin
She takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for
She probably looked extremely distraught, because the officer asked,"Ma'am are you alright? You look as pale as a ghost." She answered,"Fine, fine. Thank you." She almost ran to her car, still deep in thought. What was going on?
--
Woah
Mona Lisa
You're guarenteed to run this town
Woah
Mona Lisa
I'd pay to see you fall
As she walked into the organizational building, she had to change her demeanor, letting her anxiety and confusion turn to cool indifference. The manicured woman at the counter remembered looked up at her and gave her an artificial smile."Ms. Norton, Mr. Grey is waiting for you in his office. You can go on up." She nodded her head, each step getting heavier as she walked to his office. That is, until she reached the door. Taking a deep breath she knocked on the door and let herself in.
The Lazy Marionette wrote: [imgright]
Jaclyn
Jaclyn Rivers | NuMetal Member
[serif]Nice try, but I won't pass on this
A high-five to everyone who helped you miss
Nice try, but how we gonna make this fit
It's high time for somebody to helpwith it[/serif]
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Before Jaclyn was able to make it out the door, she was nearly knocked over by one of the newer members, "Piper," she said with a small nod. "Part of being a mother," she said in response to Ryan's protests against her leaving. "We'll see. I'm not excited to let her into this part of my life," she said and with that she was out the door. It was true, she'd known Ryan for so long that he probably should have the chance to meet her daughter, but the thought of Angie meeting her mother's gang leader just sounded like all sorts of wrong.
[serif]Maybe you will get yourself out
Maybe you'll get away, how about that?
Maybe you will see yourself dry[/serif]
It didn't take long for Jaclyn to make her way to her apartment building where the daycare was located in a ballroom off the lobby. It was strange to see such an elegant room with golden lighting and bronze molding used to house a bunch of loud, dirty children. Jaclyn couldn't help but crinkle her nose whenever she entered the room. Immediately, a little girl with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes ran up to the woman and wrapped her arms around her knees. "Hey sweetie," she said picking up the little girl.
"As always, Angie is a treat," one of the daycare workers said coming over to hand over a couple drawings Angela had done during her stay. "However, you have an outstanding bill…" the young brunette with braces said rather bluntly.
Jaclyn's upper lip twitched. "I've gotten your letters," she hissed. "I'll get you the money, but if you haven't noticed I'm a busy woman," she said in such an angry whisper that the teenager was actually shaking.
[serif]Get beyond the rocks, with just cut-feet
But your heart still beats
And we all like that, don't we?[/serif]
The powerful blonde rolled her eyes at the cowardice of the pathetic girl and grabbed the briefcase she'd put down to pick her daughter and left without another word. Although on the outside she was exuding cold confidence, inside she was full of worries. Being the vice president of a major shipping company didn't provide the amount of money one would think. Even though they were the only real shipping company around, that still didn't mean much business in this music depraved, corrupt world. Jaclyn ran numbers in her head to figure out where the daycare money would come from. Next paycheck was only a week away, but it felt far too long.
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[serif]We all like that, when your heart beats.[/serif]
jjjjklp wrote: She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous
Wilde stared at the page, her leg bouncing up and down as she tried to focus on her homework. But she couldn't help but glance out the window. She had to do something, go somewhere. She couldn't sit still any longer.
Is she dreaming
what I'm thinking
Is she the mother of all bombs
gonna detonate
Slamming her book shut, Wilde slid her dagger and mp3 into her boots and stood. Placing her headphones on- not plugged into anything of course- and opened her door. She passed her mom,who was on the phone. Wilde pointed to the door and her mom nodded. Wilde smiled and slipped out of the apartment. They were somewhere close to Björk, but not in it. Wilde turned and headed in the direction of Linkin Park. She started at a jog but quickly started running. Wilde ran past crowds of people and clefs, but didn't care. She kept running, and stopped somewhere in Linkin Park. She was breathing hard as she looked around. Strangely, she saw someone with what seemed to be either a broken car or a car out of gas. Normally, Wilde would just keep running, but she decided to confront the man with the car. She walked up to him, putting on her best childish act.
Is she trouble
like I'm trouble
make it a double
twist of fate
or a melody that
"Do you need help, sir?" Her voice was slightly higher, her eyes were round and curious. Her face took on an openness that some children had. She was being polite, as all children are told to be towards others. And, even if you want to curse clefs until they die, you have to be polite to them and anyone else that you don't know. Wilde wanted to be risky and hum a note or two just to see if this was a friend or foe. She knew she shouldn't but she hummed a small, short note, almost silently. And continued to stare at the man.
She sings the revolution
the dawning of our lives
she brings this liberation
that I just can't define
nothing comes to mind
genewen_elfen wrote: [serif]
Niall Myers|Civilian Seeking Electronica[/serif]
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Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you
Lost within the world that was his automobile, trying to find something wrong but couldn't seem to find it. He had checked over his car just the other day. He had a full tank of gas, which, even with his gas mileage, shouldn't be empty. Everything was looking peachy keen. Maybe if he tried to start the car again....
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With the big fake smiles and stupid lies
Well deep inside you're bleeding
His thoughts were interrupted by a childish voice behind him. The owner was a girl probably no older than maybe 12, 13. Or was she? He couldn't tell. Her startlingly red hair fell down her back like fire, while green eyes looked up at him curiously. He took a while to comprehend what she had said. She wanted to help him? Yeah, he was still working on the car, unsure, so he was almost positive she couldn't help him.
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like to be like me
He didn't tell her that, though. He just smiled at her and said,"I've got it, thank you." He wasn't one for conversation. He got back into the driver's seat of the car, but not before he heard a shrill hum come from the girl. He acted oblivious as he tried to start it back up. It seemed to want to roll, but after a few seconds of holding the ignition, it wouldn't start. He felt a little relieved. A little. It was just that the car needed a new battery. A jump wasn't going to do it.
He sat back in the seat in frustration. Great. He didn't know how far the next gas station was, and he needed a battery. Then he remembered the girl in front of his car. "Um, you wouldn't happen to know where I could find a car battery around here? Maybe a gas station close by?"
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Jeremy Claremont | Clef/NuMetal Member
[serif]So this is what you meant
When you said that you were spent
And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit
Right to the top
Don't hold back
Packing my bags and giving the academy a rain check.[/serif]
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The file lay in his lap, staring up at him, waiting to be given purpose. Jeremy sighed and looked out the window of his Envoy at the people enjoying some time at Linkin Park. The file in his lap had a picture paper clipped to an in depth biography of a young woman looking to join the NuMetal gang. Jaclyn, always the conscientious type, whipped up the files for the recruiters. This was his. While he appreciated the effort, he hated being a recruiter. He was great at it, but it all felt wrong. Why would he make people join a group that he was hoping to expose? The man shook his head and took a drag from the cigarette dangling from his fingers.
[serif]I don't ever want to let you down
I don't ever want to leave this town
'Cause after all
This city never sleeps at night[/serif]
Once the cigarette was finished, Jeremy knew it was time. He flicked the cancer stick out the window and rolled it up, turned off the car, and stuck the file in the pocket on the door. The rather tall man got out of the black SUV and smoothed out his silk, burgundy button down shirt over his dark wash jeans. Always one to dress classy for anything. His shiny black dress shoes were almost immediately covered with dust as he made his way to the park and he grimaced.
[serif]It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger, but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't you understand
That I'm never changing who I am[/serif]
His dark eyes searched the park for the girl in the picture, Miss Chloe Welter. Faces were easy to remember for him so he didn't see the need to bring the picture on this adventure. It didn't take long for him to find the girl just about to exit the park. Unfortunately, she was jogging so he had to run to catch up. It was only a few minutes until he approached her and stopped in front of her, "Chloe Welter? I need you to come with me," he said in a monotone.
[serif]So this is where you fell
And I am left to sell
The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell
Right to the top
Don't look back
Turning to rags and giving the commodities a rain check[/serif]
Without leaving room for argument, he grabbed her arm, roughly but not enough to hurt, and proceeded to direct her to the car. "I advise you not to make a sound until we are safely in the car," he said softly, but with enough venom to get his point across. He didn't want to think about what he had to do if she made things difficult for him.
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[serif]This road never looked so lonely
This house doesn't burn down slowly
To ashes, to ashes.[/serif]
Q wrote: Grey | Clef Head
[imgright]
http://i.imgur.com/Uc594.jpg[/imgright]
When I was a young boy,
I was honest
and I had more self control.
If I was tempted,
I would
run.
Inside the large office on the top floor, Errant, known as "Grey" to most, sat at a desk in front of a large glass window overlooking O Town. Both his hands were clasped in front of his face, his elbows laying on the desk as he glanced down at the open folder in front of him. When someone knocked at the door, he quietly closed the folder and pushed it aside, nearer to a larger stack of papers he wasn't particularly interested in at the moment.
Then when I got older
I began to lie to get exactly what I wanted,
when I wanted it
Ivy Norton, one of the chiefs, walked in, trying very hard to hide her anxiety. Grey smiled pleasantly.
"Greetings, Ms. Norton."
And I wanted it.
In the far corner of the room, another man stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He had wild medium-length black hair, several earrings, a lip piercing, and sunglasses on. He wore all black with a jacket, generally trying to appear exceedingly mysterious. Grey thought otherwise, but he would never air his judgments of someone so freely. The man's name was Soren, and for the moment, he was quiet, and his eyes were closed. He was probably sleeping standing up.
"Pay no attention to him," Grey offered softly, briefly motioning to Soren.
Now I'm having trouble differentiating
"But let us jump right into business," Grey began again, pushing his thick-rimmed glasses closer to his face he pulled one of the files from the large stack on his desk and opened it in front of him.
"Word travels fast around here, as I am sure you know. Your latest mission failure is particularly distressing, I am sure." He looked up from the file and again placed his elbows on the desk, interlocking his fingers in front of himself.
Looking straight to the woman, he smiled again. "Luckily, you are not here so I may address that."
between what I want
and what I need
to make me
Happy
He looked back down to the folder, his chillingly relaxed demeanor studying the file beneath him. "You are a stunning worker, Ms. Norton. Excluding this mission, you have nothing but success on your record, and I feel you are deserving of a special project because of this."
He offered a sort of half-grin, and motioned for her to come closer to the desk if she hadn't already.
So instead of thinking,
I just act
before I have a chance to contemplate
the consequence of
Action
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Ryan "Rye" | Nu Leader
Rye watched Jaclyn leave with a slight look of regret flashing over his face. After she rushed out, his focus shifted to Piper, and a smile immediately came to his face, his right hand in a fist and covering his mouth.
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Living is simple
It's gravity
Gravity isn't so hard
Living is simple[/align]
"What else?" He repeated, moving his hand behind his head, finger-combing it through his blonde hair briefly as he gazed up to the ceiling in thought.
"Not much, I'm afraid. Claremont is still working on recruiting some kid, if I remember correctly..." He thought aloud, looking around the surprisingly empty warehouse.
"I think everybody else is working overtime or something. Or maybe they're out dealing. I dunno."
He looked back over to Piper, pointing at her. "Everyone's got the combo here, right? I mean, I know some of these guys are homeless. They're always welcome to stay here."
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It's entropy
Entropy, falling apart
I'm falling apart again[/align]
He crossed his arms over his chest, staring behind Piper, at nothing in particular. "Or you guys got something hardcore going on in school? I've never really seen the place so empty, before."
[align=right]
Living is simple
And breathing is easy
It's easy to do
Living is simple
And losing is easy
I'm losing my cool
I'm losing my cool again[/align]
Aesir wrote:
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Letting the pain get to me
It's getting much too dark to see
Pitch black and no way back
Throwing the key it's such a great relief
Chloe stopped dead in her tracks as a man placed himself in the way of her path as she was about to leave the park. She looked at him with obvious suspicion.
As he said her name, she blinked and frowned but had yet to say anything. Or make a sound at all.
She looked down at her arm as it was grabbed, but despite the venom in the man's voice, which was very obvious indeed, she yanked her arm free and gave him a look that stated that she would not tolerate that, no matter how venomous or threatening a person may be. She still hadn't made a sound though. It wasn't like her to make sounds or talk or yell.
I Hate you!
Call my name
Answer me where I stand
The 24-year old followed the man to the car she was led to. As soon as the doors of the car had slammed shut, she spoke. "Your name." It wasn't a question. He knew hers but she had yet to know his. It was normal manners according to how she had been raised, that one should introduce themselves to a stranger, especially if they already knew the strangers name. "Your name, then I'll listen to whatever you want. If that doesn't suit you, let me get out of this car and forget this little adventure."
Then she went silent again. She had no idea if this would make the stranger angry or not, but honestly she didn't care. Not because she was tough or daring, no. It was because she had no real interest in the world around her. Other than that one incident that caused her to search almost despeartely for a way to become a NuMetal member.
Times when I just can't
Bring myself to say it loud
'Fraid that what I'll say comes out somehow awry
Chloe was bored even though she knew she should be on edge. There was nothing thrilling about this, however she was a bit curious what it was about. That was rare. She wasn't curious that often. Granted, when a man steps in her path stating her name, it was bound to cause her curiosity to peak at least a little.
I don't care
jjjjklp wrote: Just keep on stretching the antenna,
hoping that it will come clear.
We need some reception, a higher message,
just tell us what to fear.
Wilde smile widened and she nodded. She pointed down the street she had just come.
"Down that street and to the second right you see. Go down it a little ways and turn at the first left. Go down that street a little ways and you'll see the gas station." She knew this area like the back of her hand, she ran down it almost everyday. But maybe it could get confusing sometimes. To someone that didn't know the area.
'Cause I don't know what tomorrow brings.
It is alive with such possibilities.
All I know is I feel better when I sing.
Burdens are lifted from me, that's my voice rising!
"I could show you where it is, if you want. The roads can get a little confusing sometimes, and some people get lost. It happens to everyone." The last bit was one of those white lies that children told others to make them feel better. Had to keep up the act. Had to always keep up the act. Smile, eyes wide with curiosity, childish look. Her eyes were still large and helping, a smile still on her face. Always keep up the act.
It's not a movie, no private screening.
This method acting, well, I call that living.
It's like a fountain, a door has been opened.
We have a problem with no solution but to love and to be loved.
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Jeremy Claremont | Clef/NuMetal Member
[serif]So lets drive tonight, we'll race the autumn skyline.
and
Should i fall tonight, we'll know just what it takes to
Feel alive...[/serif]
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When the girl released her arm, Jeremy gave her his look. A look that had inspired fear in numerous people just because of the burning hatred behind it. However, when she followed him regardless without a sound, he decided he wouldn't have to take evasive action. When they were inside the car, Jeremy locked the doors and started the vehicle on the path towards its destination before even sparing the girl the time of day. Although she wasn't difficult to deliver, she was getting on his nerves. Before she could do anything drastic, he stopped at a red light and looked the girl up and down before replying with a low, stern voice, "Jeremy."
[serif]So please believe that i am shy in my defeat.
You know, I'll say that I've been fine, but no,
I'm lying through my teeth.
I need a spark,
I need a fire,
I need confetti from the sky,
I need you here, tonight, these broken ribs are
Biting me inside.[/serif]
They drove only a couple more blocks before pulling in front of the warehouse. He put the SUV into park and looked over at the girl, "NuMetal headquarters," he said, his eyes looking over at the open doorway. The tall man exited the dark vehicle, grabbing the file and went over to open the girl's door for her. "I believe you requested entry," he said as a statement rather than a question in that low, monotone voice. It was apathetic and true to its nature.
[serif]Well I know it's circumstance alone that we speak of, today,
When tired hearts are burried in the mud and barely beating.
We'll find a noble reason to follow through, we always do.
We'll fake a smile and leave to lick our wounds...[/serif]
Assuming the girl didn't try to run away, she did request this after all, he would guide her into the doorway where he'd look at Ryan, "New member, a Miss Chloe Welter," he said placing the file on the desk. Afterwards he stepped back, standing straight, arms behind his back waiting for further orders.
[serif]September's falling hard, and we're seven states apart
(and I'm through waiting for my life)...[/serif]
This was always how Jeremy had conducted himself; even when he was simply an accountant. Raised by a father that had served in the military had taught him to be a soldier. His apathetic attitude was also due to the fact that he didn't want to get attached to anyone in the gang. He was sure that any kind of relationship would impede on his ability to perform his intel. There was a certain fear that was unobservable from those around him. This fear set up a wall to keep him from getting himself in trouble. Sometimes he wished he never agreed to this and led a normal life; other times he relished it.
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[serif]I'll never forget this...[/serif]
Aesir wrote:
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I just sit around and wait
I just sit around and wait to even feel something
To even feel something
As the man stated his name when stopping for a red light, Chloe remained silent. She made no effort to show that she'd heard him, as she thought he like most didn't actually care whether she did. She then turned to look out the windows. She recognized the blocks they drove through but had only been there once or twice. In her mind she wondered what was to come next. Was it an adventure she was to set out on, like in some of the books she read, or was it going to become a nightmare whenever they would reach whatever destination they were headed to in the SUV? She didn't know but she'd like to. So she waited.
There's been a long time since I had some fun
When our pressure kept me come undone
Tied me down with hollow wires
When they reached the old warehouse and the car stopped, Chloe looked at it, studied it and then looked briefly at Jeremy with a raised eyebrow as he stated that this was the NuMetal headquarters. She hadn't actually thought they would come and try to recruit her.
She jumped out as soon as her door was opened and gave Jeremy a quick glance as thanks, even though that probably wouldn't get across. Expressions and body language wasn't anything she was talented at controlling.
Entering the warehouse, she looked around and noticed a young girl who probably still was in school and a man, who looked to be not that much older than herself. They seemed to have been having some kind of conversation as Chloe and Jeremy entered. She almost cringed as Jeremy used a prefix for her name. She never liked being called a "miss". It was for the preppy and very well mannered people. Chloe certainly wasn't like that. Regardless she still said nothing. She simply turned her attention to the guy with blonde hair and waited. It seemed as though he might be the leader.
Slowly Chloe felt excitement start to build up inside her. It was finally dawning on her; She could be recruited!
We used to be the luminary ones
genewen_elfen wrote: [serif]Ivy Norton|Chief Clef[/serif]
I've got my hands at Redemption's side
Whose scars are bigger than these doubts of mine.
I'll fit all of these monstrosities inside
And I'll come alive
Ivy gave curt nod at the clef head, expression still the same, but trying to keep her feelings suppressed. It wouldn't do much good to show them now, though Grey could probably see right through to them. It was just a habit that she had grown accustomed to, and his pleasant smile did nothing to soothe her.
She couldn't help but notice a man, how would she describe him? Glaringly mysterious perhaps, with splayed black hair, piercings, black jacket, the whole deal. Who he was and why he was there was a complete mystery to her. As the police chief, few things every truly were a mystery. This made his presence in the room slightly annoyed, maybe even unsettled her.
With my fists down at your feet
I was running out of mysteries
Insecure and incomplete.
As if reading her thoughts, he told her softly to disregard, which did little to settle her, but she zeroed her attention in on Grey nonetheless, keeping the other man in the far corner in her peripheral vision.
She noticeably tensed up as he brought up her recent mission, and she felt a tinge of anger. She couldn't help but stare at the folder the clef head had taken from a stack of folders. Failure was never an option. Not if you were Ivy Norton, clef chief of O City. Not if you had a reputation to uphold. A job to fulfill. Was this what he had brought her there for? A demotion?
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me, worn me
As he told her,"Luckily, you are not here so I may address that," she only felt relief for a second before feeling a bit suspicious. With Grey, there was always something. If he wasn't talking about her failure, what else was there?
Then he spoke of a "special project" and her attention piqued, and then the usual Ivy returned, alert and ready. She stepped over to his desk curiously, ready to take on whatever needed to be done. She couldn't help but ask,"Sir, when you say "special project", what exactly do you mean?"
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Penelope "Piper" Northridge|NuMetal Member
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I dedicate this song
To the boys who don't belong
To the girls who get it wrong
I'm dedicating this
To the ones who don't fit in
Are you hearing this?
Are you hearing this?
Piper took in what he had said. The warehouse was strangely empty, a fact that she had just realized since entering the warehouse. Surely it wasn't something serious, and people were just dealing, or working, or whatever. But, as the Nu Boss, he had to worry about those kind of things, even if they were really nothing. At that, Piper silently sympathized.
And of course everyone was comfortable there, wherever the headquarters just happened to be. It was the only place someone could feel themselves without having to worry about some clef busting them, or a regular musician not understanding, or just life in general.
Unwanted, unneeded
You've always been mistreated
Hang on!
(Don't do what they say to)
Unwanted
And been for so long
Say, "Hey, Mom!
I'm never coming home again!"
She didn't get a chance to say any of that before the door of the warehouse door was opened and Jemmy, a name for Claremont that she kept to herself, walked through the door with what seemed to be a NuMetal hopeful. Nothing too interesting. She took out her phone and tried to look busy, but she didn't really know what to do next. She had expected a jack, but ended up getting laughed at and had worked up a terrible sweat running. She sighed silently to herself.
I dedicate this song
To my boys who are strong
They just don't go along
I'm dedicating this
To the girls who don't exist
In the orphanage
Oh, now hear this!
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Niall Myers|Civilian Seeking Electronica[/serif]
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I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare
I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair
Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is
Having more fun than me
Tonight...
Niall tried to mentally remember the directions from the front seat.
1st right, first left, wait, that's not right. The 2nd right, then the first left after going a way, then.....I give up. He gave up pretty quickly. He would soon have to invest in a map or gps or something. He was going to be driving this way a lot, and he hated being unprepared.
Maybe you should've checked the battery.
And maybe when the night is dead, I'll crawl into my bed
Staring at these 4 walls again
I'll try to think about the last time, I had a good time
Everyone's got somewhere to go
And they're gonna leave me here on my own and here it goes
He looked back at the girl standing in front of his car, smile plastered on her face and sighed. There was something...different about her. When he first saw her, he had automatically compared her to a doll. Artificial would probably be the word. Someone use to getting their way perhaps. But he could be wrong. He had been wrong about those kind of things before.
He got out of the car, and thought of locking it, but there wasn't anything of value in the car, and since there was no working battery, anyone trying to steal it would come up with nothing. Unless they had a battery..He locked it just in case. Turning to the girl, he said,"Assistance would be great, thanks." He held up his hand,"My name is Niall."
I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare
I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair
Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is
Nobody wants to be alone in the world
Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is
Having more fun than me tonight
The Lazy Marionette wrote: [imgright]
http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae211/QuestionableElipsis/Jaclyn.jpg?t=1344190675[/imgright]
Jaclyn Rivers | NuMetal Member
[serif]Closing time
Open all the doors and let you out into the world
Closing time
Turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl
Closing time
One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer
Closing time
You don't have to go home but you can't stay here.[/serif]
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When the young woman entered the apartment she put her daughter down, who then immediately ran into her room. Jaclyn was thankful that the little girl already understood the concept of 'space'. Jaclyn turned on the lights and put the briefcase on the coffee table. With a sigh she clicked the play button on the answering machine.
"Hi, this message is for Jaclyn Rivers. This is Marie from Sunshine Daycare. While we appreciate your business, we can no longer continue to watch over your daughter until you pay your outstanding bill—"
Jaclyn hit delete on the message machine. Next message:
"Jackie! How've you been? Call me!"
With an eye roll, Jaclyn hit delete. End of messages. She was about to get up, but as if by second thought she grabbed the pen and paper next to the machine and wrote: Call Madison.
[serif]Time for you to go out to the places you will be from
Closing time
This room won't be open till your brothers or your sisters come
So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits
I hope you have found a friend[/serif]
Before Jaclyn could make it to her room near the back of the apartment, Angela came tearing out of her room holding an obscure clay sculpture, "Look what I made! It didn't take long!" the young voice cried out.
Jaclyn squatted down and held the sculpture delicately, "It's beautiful. You'll always be my little artist," she said ruffling the little girl's hair and putting the sculpture on the counter.
"When's dinner?" Angie asked.
"Soon, sweetie. Just let mommy get changed," she said with a smile.
Angela nodded and ran back into her room.
[serif]Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end[/serif]
Reluctantly, Jaclyn took a frozen pizza out of the freezer and put it into the oven before going to her room and putting on a pair of slim black sweatpants and an olive green tank top. She untied the bun her hair was tightly pulled into and let her bright blonde locks fall just above her shoulders. With a sigh she sat on her bed and thought about how Jeremy was picking up the new recruit today. There was also the issue of the lack of daycare. Maybe Ryan would be meeting Angie sooner than she had thought.
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[serif]Take me home.[/serif]
Q wrote: Grey | Clef Head
[imgright]
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Is it me?
Is it true?
Every word I utter a lie?
Just like this conversation--
it dies.
Grey simply smiled again, and brought his hands down, turning the folder on his desk so it faced Ivy, and pushing toward the edge closest to her.
In this folder, was a file. A file about a substance. A substance that had previously only been rumored to exist. In this file was everything the department currently knew about this substance. Its maker, its development, its last known whereabouts. Whom the substance had been tested on, where those people were now (dead, mostly) and how this substance affected its individuals.
Also the substance's street name:
DJ
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The hope that's in your eyes?
Is it worthless?
Yeah.
And so are you...[/align]
Grey let her read it for a moment, keeping the quaint smile on his face. He had an interesting manner about him-- outwardly so pleasant, but inside his head were so many thoughts. And often his less pleasant orders were given and followed by those beneath him, so he did not have to do the dirty work himself.
In this case, however, he felt he should make direct contact with his staff. After all, this particular matter was important.
"This is obviously only on a need to know basis. After you have absorbed all of this, you should burn it." Grey stated, his tone still somehow managing to be pleasant. Always pleasant. He tried to be cordial.
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...'ve been dreaming,
I've been screaming.
I wake up with nothing
but false salvation--
lost translation.
I leave you with nothing at all....[/align]
He pushed out from his chair and stood, loosening his tie slightly as he motioned over to Soren.
"This is Soren," he stated.
No response.
Grey cleared his throat.
No response.
"SOREN!!" He shouted, losing his composure only for the briefest of moments.
The punk of a man in the corner brought his hands to his sides and lifted his head, quirking a brow. The many chains hanging from his pants jingled as he got the hint and walked over with a crude smirk on his face. Good old Soren got to work with a hottie. He kept the cat call whistle to himself though, understanding Grey probably wouldn't appreciate it.
Is it me?
Is it true?
Every word I utter a lie.
Just like this conversation--
it dies.
The hope that's in your eyes?
Is it worth less?
Yeah.
Once Soren came to the desk, he peered over the woman's shoulder at the file, his arms crossed over his chest. He gave a 'hmph', unimpressed, but kept reading along anyway. He'd seen the file before.
"This is Soren LaFey," Grey continued, trying to hide the fact that he clearly wasn't impressed with the man. "He will be your partner for this. You two will report directly to me, and speak to no one else of this assignment."
So are-- you've been dreaming,
I've been screaming.
I wake up with nothing
but false salvation;
Soren leaned back and put his two first fingers of his right hand to his right temple, giving a mock salute.
Grey resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"You are to find the creator and detain them. Obviously, your best course of action would be to get yourself involved with the gangs first as they are the best lead we have. Other than that, do your best and keep quiet on the issue."
lost translation.
Soren turned to Ivy and looked her up and down, sizing her up. Grey raised a brow to Soren and turned to Ivy. "Ms. Norton, you're in charge."
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I leave you with nothing at all....[/align]
jjjjklp wrote: I turn awake
I'm just sleep rising
Put on my clothes
Sleep gliding
On to the bus
Sleep riding to work again
To work again
Wilde smiled at the man and shook his hand. But she didn't trust him yet, so she couldn't tell him her name. She could use her middle name. Not pausing, as she shook his hand Wilde smiled.
"No problem. I'm Raue."
Swipe in the door
Sleep lifting
Up to my floor
Sleep drifting
Number twenty-four
White coffee with a sweetner
A sweetner.
Turning towards the road that branched off to the gas station, her hair fanned out and landed in her face. Pushing it out of the way, she looked back to Niall.
"Come on." Facing the street again, she weaved her way between the crowds of people, avoiding the denser groups and twisting through the sparser ones. She was smiling, but it wasn't a forced or faked smile. It always came to her face while she was running. She slowed at the second right, turning into the street. She went down the street until she came to the first left. Heading down, she could see the flicker of lights from the gas station sign. Running down to it, she stopped a small ways from it.
And the boss wants a word
I've been daydreaming
Boss wants a word
Clockwatching
I wish I was a bird
I'd fly right out of the window
The window
"Here you are. The gas station." Wilde was still partially smiling from running. An actual smile. Wilde's eyes were still wide and alert, but she let the childish act slip for a moment or two. The she remembered and fell right back into the act.
"Will you need any help getting back?"
This artificial me
I'd like to show you what I really could be
Want to run across the office tables
Singing 'No you won't hurt me
No, no you won't hurt me
No, no you won't hurt me
No, no you won't hurt me
And I'll keep running 'til I reach the sea'
Q wrote: [imgright]
http://i.imgur.com/QBORa.jpg?1[/imgright]
Ryan "Rye" | Nu Leader
You're keeping in step
In the line
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
As soon as Claremont and the new girl came in, Piper went straight to her phone and pretended to look busy. It took a moment for Ryan to figure out what he was going to do, but once that second passed, a shit eating grin became plastered on his face, and he bent forward, grabbing Piper's arm and pulling her to be by his side.
Cause you do
What you're told
But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold
Rye looked down to Piper before letting go of her arm. "You been here long enough to do a beat-in, it's time you had your first." he said quietly to her, bringing up his right hand and rubbing it under his nose.
He next looked to Claremont, motioning him to come over. "You too."
He knew Claremont hated beat-ins, but technically so did Rye. The only difference was Rye did a great job of bullshitting his way through it.
"Chloe, right?"
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?
"Where do you work, Chloe?" He didn't wait for her to answer, and instead rambled on. "I'm Rye. I run the NuMetal gang. Now if you're serious about joining, we're going to beat you up. And you're not going to fight back."
He grit his teeth, leaning his weight on his right leg after bringing it forward.
"You fight back, you're out. You don't want in, leave now. You're actually lucky today, 'cause it's only us three. Normally there's more."
He looked to the two Nus by his side. "Don't go easy on her and don't bruise her face."
What if this whole crusade's
A charade
And behind it all there's a price to be paid
For the blood
On which we dine
Justified in the name of the holy and the divine
Despite the fact Rye hated beat-ins, he wasn't quite clever enough to come up with a better bonding activity to replace it. So all he had done was modify the beat-in. Nothing on the face, so it was still possible to show up to work or school without too much commotion the next day. Assuming, of course, nobody broke any bones. Generally speaking, though, Rye didn't participate in beat-ins. When he did, they were easier on the recruit. When he didn't, the new recruit usually ended up with a broken rib or two
at the least. More people participating had a habit of just getting together and stomping on the recruit who had succumbed to a fetal position.
The purpose of the beat-in was really just to fuck the new recruit up enough so if they ever felt like narc'ing, they knew the gang could -- and would-- repay them with worse. Originally, it would go until the person was knocked out. But the members knew Rye had a soft spot and normally stopped it if the person started crying, trying to tap out, or generally look like they'd taken enough of a beating. Claremont's beat-in had been particularly interesting-- guy hadn't made a sound. Rye eventually stepped in and put the guy in a headlock and called it quits after the man had passed out.
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?
Right now, Rye was putting a bloodthirsty mask on, like he was waiting for a fight. Like he couldn't wait to beat the shit out of this girl. Really, a part of him was itching for a good anger release, but deep down he knew this wasn't it. He just needed to keep up appearances-- everyone had gone through a beat-in, and it would be unfair to exclude some of the initiation.
So naive
I keep holding on to what I want to believe
I can see
He also had some lingering reservations about Claremont, and wanted to see what he would do in this situation. Would he stand back or go all in? As far as Rye could recall, the man had been conveniently absent for every beat-in. Rye may have disliked them, but he at least oversaw them all.
But I keep holding on and on and on and on
Assuming Chloe didn't make a break for the door or otherwise immediately try to make up an excuse to not get the beat-in, Rye would slap Claremont on the back, attempting to push the man forward for the first hit.
Regardless of the other man's first move, he'd step in almost immediately after, preforming the rite himself if he had to.
Piper... He liked Piper, but being so young, and a girl, he wasn't truly expecting much from her, especially since he'd put her on the spot so suddenly.
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?
The Lazy Marionette wrote: [imgleft]
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Jeremy Claremont | Clef/NuMetal Member
[serif]Bruises on feet that won't stop walking
Voices won't stop talking
They melt my eardrums to the brain
Exactly what they're saying, I guess we'll know in time[/serif]
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The agent studied his faux leader, awaiting orders. Usually, he'd make himself busy during the beat-ins, but he knew he had to show allegiance sooner or later. There was a faint feeling of mistrust coming from Ryan and Jeremy had to do all he could to squash it. So, when Ryan beckoned him over he obediently stood next to the leader. The man knew this was all for show; he could tell from other beat-ins how Ryan really felt. It was an unfortunate necessity to gang life.
[serif]And what for now?
I guess you're more than I'll ever be
You always knew just how to walk
Unmarked, unloved away from everyone[/serif]
What the Clef didn't expect was Ryan slapping him on the back and expecting him to throw the first punch. Wasn't that the leader's job? However, before he could show any weakness or worse, disobedience, the man rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward. If the girl didn't make a run for it, he'd throw a punch, hard, into her right shoulder. Inside he felt slight guilt, but on the outside, his face was locked in an "I don't give a damn" grimace.
[serif]Who's this? Someone I can believe in
Someone to keep me feeling like I'm heading the right way
And who I'm supposed to play, well I guess I'll know in time[/serif]
The tall man would step back and let Ryan have a swing. In all honestly, Jeremy found the whole ordeal archaic. Either way, it was the way gang life worked and his only choice was to accept it or lose his job and most likely die. He still remembered his beat in and how unpleasant it was. At least Ryan had the decency to knock him out for the rest of it. This lifestyle just wasn't what he signed up for, but then again what could he have possibly been expecting? Rainbows and kittens?
[serif]And what for now?
I guess you're more than I'll ever be
You always knew just how to walk
Unmarked, unloved away from everyone[/serif]
Sometimes Jeremy wondered why he'd even agreed to this silly position. Then he'd remember the harsh reality of his previous life. His job was simple and his life was dreary, at least now he had something of some friends. Even if he was constantly ratting them out, it was something to count on. He was never a friendly person, "Not enough empathy!" his mom would always yell, but at least that way he didn't get hurt. Eh. Don't most people hate their jobs?
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[serif]Now who's holding on to those old times
And to old loves that just aren't listening.[/serif]
Darkening Dawn wrote: [imgleft]
http://i316.photobucket.com/albums/mm341/darkeningdawn/RisaHibiki6001116368-1.jpg[/imgleft] 'Tabby' Willows
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Tabitha regarded the pale colored clothing with an arched brow. It really was what could only be described as the lightest color imaginable, Brielle was right about that.
"Yeah, you do know I'm not able to pull off the pale clothing look as well as you can pull it or any other look off, right?" Despite what she said, she couldn't help wearing a bit of a half smile as she said it. Of course, she'd try it on eventually, since Brielle was usually right about this sort of thing. Besides, it wouldn't be bad if she did make some guy shit bricks, she wouldn't mind getting extra pay because the guy paying her for some blue print or another couldn't look away.
As for the skirt that she proceeded to unwrap, Tabitha stood and moved to the table, picking it up and holding it to her waist, swishing it slightly.
"I'm thinking I like the skirt. I'll definitely need to take a look at some shoes though. Can't be wearing these with this skirt, unfortunately."
She gestured at her pseudo-combat boots that came up to her knees. Definitely not something that would impress people in the buisness world, she was sure. Sometimes she hated being a member of every day society and having to deal with the working world.
She shrugged, dismissing the action until later. She'd have to figure out a time to go and all of that stuff, whenever she had time that is. Placing the skirt back down on to its paper wrapping, she returned to her seat with a sigh. Now that the clothing was done being examined, she felt that all too familiar sense of boredom beginning to set in.
"Do we have any paperwork on new prospects to look at or go over, or reports on anything interesting? As much as I'm dying to go get some new instruments or something right now, I have to refrain since no one else is here yet."
And how Tabitha hated paperwork and reading reports and all of the boring bookwork that came with the job. If she had her way, and if there weren't any repercussions from doing so, she would abolish all paperwork from anything and everything. Unfortunately, it was necessary. Background checks, information findings, all of that fun, yet tedious, stuff. This was why she didn't want to do recon things, and instead sent out other people to do it for her. She'd end up getting bored and do something to blow her cover.
By this point, she was practically upside down in her seat, one leg kicked over the arm of the chair she was in, an arm hanging over the side... And soon she finished her 180 and just sat with her legs over the back of the chair and her head off of the cushion portion, looking, somehow, more bored than before. A testament to this was when she began blowing away the tiny dust particles that drifted through the air (an impossible task, really).
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Satin sheets
And luxuries so fine
All your suits
Are custom made in London
genewen_elfen wrote: [serif]Ivy Norton|Chief Clef[/serif]
Ivy hands curiously peered at the folder as Grey turned it around and pushed it closer. Her speculating glance turning into one of shock as she read what was inside. It was something she had only heard of in passing, something that wasn't even suppose to exist. The DJ, which she had always passed off as a fairytale when one of her officers would come into her office talking about it.
Time flies when you're having fun
Break his heart, break her heart
He used to be my boss and millions of puppet dancer
I am a D.J., and I've got believers
She looked up to Grey in disbelief, before turning back to the folder. With all this information on it, it couldn't be brushed off. It was real. Her eyes ravenously looked through the contents of the file, taking in every detail no matter how small. What she read about it slightly disturbed her. Specifically about the effects of this strange substance.
I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can't turn around no, can't turn around no, ooh
If anyone found out about this, it could cause an uproar, to say the least. Especially within the gangs. And the thought of them acquiring that information would be even worse. Complete and total anarchy. As a clef, it was her job to stop that at all costs, no matter what that would entail.
She looked up quickly at the mention of the other man in the room that she had all but forgotten. He all but seemed to be asleep while standing up, which meant he could care less what was going on in the room. She automatically liked him.
Grey seemed to think the opposite, for the way he lost his composure as he yelled his name. That was extremely hard, seeing as he
always was composed, always cordial. It was that endearing quirk that allowed him to be the clef organizational head that allowed him not to be hated by those under him. He was mysterious in his own way, however. What were the other dimensions of Grey?
As Soren walked closer, she was able to appraise him more, and she noticed the look he was giving her. She gave a sweet answering smile and allowed him to look at the file over her shoulder as she too read more of the file.
She abruptly shut the file and turned to the other man as Grey introduced him, though he seemed maybe a bit exasperated. And she had a good look at him, and she was rather fascinated. Who was the enigmatic man with the multiple piercings standing in front of her? Since he apparently would be her partner, I guess she would find out.
She again let him look her up and down before she gave him a rather flirtatious look, holding out her hand, and said,"I'm sure you and I will have an," she paused and looked for the right words,"interesting partnership Mr. LaFey."
I've got believers
I've got believers
I've got believers in me
I've got believers
I am a D.J., I am what I play
I am a D.J.
Q wrote: [imgright]
http://i.imgur.com/WGone.jpg[/imgright]
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Ignorance pulls
Apostasy and apathy still rules
Yeah you know it's cool [/align]
Soren quietly smirked to himself as he looked at the file, not really bothering to read it. His eyes wandered over to the woman's breasts, watching them rise and fall with her breath underneath her shirt.
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Just suck and see
A future turn us into silent gods
And I won't miss you at all[/align]
But then she quickly closed the file and diverted attention to him. Well, of course, he thought. Who wouldn't? At first he had frowned at the file, but it had quickly gone to that snarky smirk of his again. He was content in his own thoughts. Everything always seemed to be in his favor, all the time.
She looked him over-- not at all uncommon of women like her-- and then stuck her hand out and said they'd have an interesting partnership. Soren chuckled a bit, his eyes refusing to leave her upper body.
[align=right]Grounded
Boxed in
Like the evil in your veins[/align]
When she spoke, he was looking at her eyes. But those slowly drifted down her neck, then toward her neckline-- oh, but he could have none of that in Grey's office. He'd have to reign himself in. His knowing smirk lengthened again and he waved Ivy's hand off, refusing to shake it.
"Well that is far too nice for you. We're partners, now, yeah? So you call me Soren." He chuckled again.
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Grounded
Boxed in
I am stuck with you[/align]
He crossed his arms over his chest, quirking a brow. The world seemed like a game to him.
"And You are Ivy." He tacked on a "right?" as a pitiful attempt at politeness.
He rose his right hand from his left that was still across his chest as he turned away from Grey.
"Well anyway, it's what? Only 6 or so? Why not get started tonight?"
He turned to the door.
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Fate can't decide
Alignment of the planets in your hands
Come on crush our plans[/align]
Facing his new partner, he smiled and said "Then maybe when it gets dark we can learn a little more about eachother," he snickered.
Soren took a step to the door.
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Just suck and see
A future that won't let you disagree
And I won't miss you at all[/align]
"I ain't going in no squad car, so you wanna ride my bike or walk" he stated, a tinge of annoyance in his voice. He added on an "Ivy?" to try and be personable, but it was clearly forced.
Grey sat down at his desk, calmly rearranging the papers atop it.
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Grounded
Boxed in
Like the evil in your veins
Grounded
Boxed in[/align]
Grey disliked dealing with Soren. He was very unprofessional and felt extremely high of himself. But Grey had sunk a lot of time into the man, and he knew Soren would be a wealth of information when the time came to prove himself. He was counting on Ms. Norton to be the one to figure out how to get the man in check. If anyone could do it, it was very likely her.
Grey did not have the patience for training someone-- the very thought of it may as well have been beneath him. But he still had hope. He knew Ms. Norton to be one of the best.
There would be good coming out of this. He just wasn't certain how much or how soon.
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Feeling feeling everything
Feeling feeling everything[/align]
[Harley Quinn] wrote: [serif]Just give me one good reason
Just one to stop me leaving
Cause I can't think of anything at all
The shock is wearing off and
We'll both be better off[/serif]
Brielle Reimi
Elec Member
(a.k.a Brie, Doreimi, Romi)
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Brie grinned when Tabitha agreed with her. It was easier to do so, most people knew that. Besides, Brie had an eye for fashion, and if she thought something looked absolutely atrocious on someone, she wouldn't hesitate to post out something else that would look even better. Most of the time she was right.
Brie raised a perfectly sculpted brow and glanced down at the boots her friend was wearing and gave a mock grimace. "Tabby, if I ever catch you wearing those...things with that new outfit, I swear I'll end up Jacking you instead of one of the newbies!" It was said with a smile, though Brie was sure to slap Tabitha upside the head if she was ever to something like that.
As the other woman mentioned new prospects, Brie went to an old file-cabinet and lifted a bunch of old files before pulled out two folders hidden underneath the old business records from long before the Elecs had ever taken over the building. "Let's see. We have two civs looking to join. Wilde Raue Mord, fifteen years old. And..." Opening the other folder, Brie turned them and put them in front of Tabitha. "...Niall Myers, twenty-two. From what I can tell, they should be very good additions, but then...I'll reserve that judgement up to you."
Brie paused a moment and sighed. It would have been so much easier if Tabs and Rye hadn't of gone separate ways. "You know...I think I saw Ryan the other day. He was heading into the library as I was on my way to open the shop." Sometimes their old friend was a sore subject to touch upon, but she couldn't help mentioning the guy. Brie had had a huge crush on Ryan before, but when Soren had brought up the use of guns and then left, everything had started to go down hill after that.
No one talked to anyone anymore. Sometimes Brie thought about taking some time off, but then everything would be left to Tabby and that wouldn't be fair. It was the same excuse for her idea of simply quitting the gang and just going about her life day to day at the store. But that would completely defeat the purpose of having created the group. Music was a freedom to express yourself, and in creating Electronica, maybe there was a hope in bringing it back to the people of Musica.
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[serif]So why don't you meet me, down behind the old school
We'll waste away the weekend, with perfect regard for how
Cavalier we used to be, that beautiful insanity
The apathy's surrounding me
Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away[/serif]
Q wrote:
6 Days later, it is Saturday night.
The time can be anywhere on Saturday after dark. You may write any catch-up, time lapse posts you need to.
All civilians that have already made their first posts are now accepted into their respective gangs.
Leaders post first after this time skip. Leaders set what has happened during the time skip, and set the current setting for their gang/company, if they are together. This post can either be in a roleplaying style, or an "informational" / GM-like post similar to this one. "Leader" means Gang Leader and/or Clef leaders. Ivy Norton / genewen_elfen is considered the clef leader.
Any civilians who joined before this time skip but have not posted yet are still civilians. You may make a time skip post of your own or start as if you have joined today. You do not have to wait for leaders to post.
If you have any questions/comments/criticism about this time skip, please PM me or post in the OOC thread.
Q wrote: [imgright]
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Ryan | Nu Leader[/align]
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You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so let's fight today,
You know, I don't give a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we'll rock this whole place anyway.[/align]
Ryan was at the north cargo harbor. Jaclyn had set it up so the shipments came by ship. It was mostly CDs and their players for this jack, and all were hidden inside of hardcover religious texts. Ryan had held the meeting yesterday, informing all members of their jobs for this jack. Claremont supplied his SUV. They were going to pack the supplies into the back of it. He would also be driving-- it was his car, after all.
Jaclyn was overseeing the entire shipment, taking inventory, directing-- basically the same thing as what her day job was. Rye had a crane license. He would be moving palettes from the ship to the pier. He also was the go-to guy if anything happened to come up.
Piper was assigned to open the tri-walls on the palettes immediately once they were down, and take the boxes of "books" inside to the SUV. Claremont, if he wasn't busy, would be assisting Piper.
Chloe was told to sit this out-- she was too new.
There were three other members here, they were told to stand watch but help Piper and Claremont if they needed it.
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I'm getting used to this nuisance, and fags who bad mouth this music,
How fuckin' stupid and foolish of you to think you can do this.[/align]
There were two palettes, which was roughly 16 boxes of "books". Rye doubted it would all fit in Claremont's car, but he'd be damned if they weren't going to come up with something to make it work.
Right now, the ship was docked and the supplies were going through customs inspections. Rye anticipated no problems with customs. He was currently wearing jeans and a t-shirt, with a light jacket over the shirt. The jacket covered a shoulder holster, which contained a glock pistol. Loaded, and ready to go if needed. He also had a utility knife at his belt. It wasn't uncommon for him to wear the knife-- it was useful. But the gun he only wore during jacks. Things could get real, real quick. And he didn't like shooting people, and he never had actually hit someone. But the gun by itself was a useful tool, even if it wasn't loaded.
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You cowards can't, you never will, don't even try to pursue it
I took the chance, I payed the bill, I nearly died for this music.[/align]
He and all the others stood near Claremont's vehicle, waiting for the brow to be set up and for the crew aboard the ship to be ready to send down the supplies. It wouldn't be long now.
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You make me wanna run around, pulling my guns out and shit,
You're tempting me to run my mouth, and call you out on this bitch.[/align]
Rye sent one of the members to get a palette jack. When they came back with it, Rye gave the member and Piper quick instructions on how to use it, telling them to move the palette over near the car after they got it off the crane, then quickly cut the plastic off with the knives and/or boxcutters they'd been given, and get the "books" packed into the SUV as soon as possible. This would be Piper's first jack. But the member she was with -- John-- had been to several before, and if she had any questions, or needed help immediately, john would show her how to do it.
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How ignorant you gotta be to believe any of this,
You need to slit your wrist, get pissed and go jump off a bridge.
What? You can't see the sarcasm in the verses I spit?[/align]
After that, Rye went off to get the keys to the crane and familiarize himself with the crew. He knew who they were, had done business with them before, but it was still the same safety brief, the required materials, etc., etc. Soon enough it was all done, and Rye was inside the crane and waiting for another crew member to make the appropriate hand signals to bring down the first palette.
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What? You think I just got lucky and didn't work for this shit?
Bitch I've been working at this ever since I was a kid,
I played a million empty shows to only family and friends...[/align]
Soon after, the palette was on the ground, the straps were released, and it was up to Piper and the others to get it on the jack, move it out of the way of the crane, cut the plastic wrapping the tri-wall, and get into the 8 boxes stacked inside.
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...So what the fuck you know about being a gangsta?
What the fuck you know about being in danger?
You ain't doing this, so you know you're just talking shit.
Mad at all of us... cause every song is a fuckin' hit.[/align]
genewen_elfen wrote: [serif]Ivy Norton|Chief Clef[/serif]
You got these little things that you've been running from
You either love it or guess you don't
You're such a pretty thing to be running from anyone
A vision with nowhere to go
Ivy leaned back in her office chair, rather tired of the paperwork that was inescapable as a police chief, kicking her feet on top of the desk. The darkening sky alerted her to the end of another work day, though her work wasn't truly finished. She had decided she would do some more digging that night on the DJ. She was rather disappointed at the slowness of her, or should she say, their, progress, which wasn't helped at all by her rather distracting partner.
The only question was how to attack the investigation first, which she had already systematically made into a bulleted list, in her head of course. After she was sure she had memorized all of the file and could recite it verbatim, she made sure to burn it.
So tell me right now, you think you're ready for it
I wanna know why you got me going
So let's go, we'll take it outta here
I think I'm ready to leap, I'm ready to live
The most reasonable would to probably check who the substance was tested on, though they were either confirmed to be dead, or thought to be dead. There were the families, but she didn't know if they were involved or unaware. If they were involved, they probably wouldn't want to talk too easily. If they were unaware, they probably would just be a waste of time.
There was searching the last known whereabouts, which might uncover some left-behind clues. Then again, it could be just that they find nothing, or they covered their tracks. The latter was more likely.
I'm ready to go
(Get me out of my mind, get me out of my mind)
I'm ready to go
(Uh, oh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh)
She rubbed her temple, a little tired, and with too many things going through her head to try and think things through at the moment. One thing she needed to do was to summon Soren, since he was always incredulous to the idea of riding in the squad car, she had to call him and ride with him on his bike. Not that she was complaining.
She pulled out her cell phone and texted him:
Get over here as soon as possible. We need to get to investigating.
You got these little things you wanted something for 'em
You'll either get it or guess you won't
What does it really mean to get nothing from anyone
There's a million ways it could go
Sighing, she closed her eyes to try and take a quick nap in her chair before she would have to stay up late that night. Her current state would not do at all. She needed to be alert, especially around Soren.
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Penelope "Piper" Northridge|NuMetal Member
[/serif]
[imgright]
http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac149/animefreak_96/A_ni_me/newoc2.jpg[/imgright]
God knows how I go and take it so hard
Why he left driving in his crystal clear car
The age of Sinatra still exists in some bars
I've been working with my hand so far
Piper was visibly full of energy and excitement, which was a change from the way she usually tried to portray herself. She couldn't help it. It was her first jack. Ever, and she was eager not to mess anything up. She seemed to cool down a bit when Rye instructed her on what she was to do, intently listening.
I work, I work, I work, I work,
For you, for you, for you, for you
I work, I work, I work,
If you work too, for you, for you, for you
When it was time, she made sure to be ready with the pallete jack, with the guidance of John, another member who had done jacks before. When she got over to the pallet, she noticed her palms were sweating in dismay. She quickly wiped them on her clothes and got the tri-wall on the crane, no problem. She didn't feel relieved. She wouldn't until the last box was put into Jemmy's SUV, if it fit, which she doubted it would. She kept it to herself, however.
Gold card, platinum card, plastic card too
I don't really give a damn 'bout you
I keep all my earnings in a box marked shoes
I'll drywall heaven 'fore I give you proof
Quickly, she and John began to cut at the tri-wall as quickly as possible, Piper a little to quickly as she somehow cut her own hand. Ignoring it, she continued until they got to the boxes inside. Then came the meticulous part, actually carrying the boxes. John raised an eyebrow at the gash on her hand, but didn't say anything. The work still had to be done.
I work, I work, I work, I work,
For you, for you, for you, for you
I work, I work, I work
If you work too, for you, for you, for you
I work, I work, I work, I work,
For you, for you
As she was packing the materials, she couldn't help but feel overheated. She had chosen to wear her beanie again, though she didn't need it at all. It kind of felt like her head was boiling. Or maybe that was just an exaggeration. As she loaded some books in the car, she took it off and stuffed it into her jacket.
Once more, that I will say to you
It's a good work, it's true
Once one, that I will say to you
And it's a good work, it's true
One more, that I will say to you
It's a good work, it's true
One more, that I will say to you
And it's a good work, it's true.
It seemed like it took forever to get all of the merchandise into the car, but they did it. Piper leaned against the car to take a quick rest. The other palette could be coming at any minute.
The Lazy Marionette wrote: [imgright]
http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae211/QuestionableElipsis/Jaclyn.jpg?t=1344190675[/imgright]
Jaclyn Rivers | NuMetal Member
[serif]I'm not feeling alright today,
I'm not feeling that great,
I'm not catching on fire today,
Love has started to fade[/serif]
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The past six days had been particularly trying for Jaclyn. She could hardly find any time for herself between triple checking details for the jacks, finding some way to take care of her daughter, and not to mention running a major shipping company. It was exhausting. It had turned out that her check had merely covered her outstanding bill with the daycare and was not nearly enough to pay for more service. Although her debts were cleared, this left her uneasy. What was she supposed to do with her daughter? Therefore for the past six days she wasn't seen at all in the warehouse and this made her very anxious.
[serif]I'm not going to smile today,
I'm not gonna laugh,
You're out living it up today,
I've got dues to pay.[/serif]
However, tonight the last thing she could do was avoid her gang duties. All of this was riding on her and she absolutely had to be there. Unfortunately, her sister was out of town and she wasn't willing to leave a three year old by herself in the apartment. Jaclyn had reluctantly decided to take her daughter with her on one of the most important nights for the gang. Part of her knew it was a mistake, but the other part knew she had no other choice. Over the past couple of days she had begun to bite her nails again which simply added to her anxiety.
[serif]When the grave digger puts on the foreceps,
The stonemason does all the work,
The barber can give you a haircut,
The carpenter can take you out to lunch.[/serif]
The two walked hand in hand up to the warehouse and entered, slightly behind schedule but still before everyone else besides Ryan. Luckily, he was outside and she was able to conceal her daughter into a nearby office for the harbor. "Stay here and don't move. Just color, okay?" she asked, almost begging the small little girl.
"Okay!" she cried swinging her small legs in the massive leather chair.
Jaclyn took a deep breath and grabbed her briefcase meeting Ryan out by the docks. "Everything is going according to plan. No one should be here except us and a few select workers that we already know are allied with us. The dock manager and other employees have been notified that they have the night off and it would be wise if they made themselves scarce," she said, trying to stop her hands from shaking.
[serif]Now, I just want to play on my panpipes,
I just want to drink me some wine,
As soon as you're born, you start dying,
So you might as well have a good time,[/serif]
It wasn't much longer after that that the boat pulled into the dock and the previously selected workers performed mandatory customs checks under the strict eye of Jaclyn. The captain came to her, "The goods should be as promised," he said roughly.
[serif]I don't wanna go to Sunset Strip,
I don't wanna feel the emptyness,
Old marquees with stupid band names,
I don't wanna go to Sunset Strip[/serif]
The woman gave a curt nod and slipped him a bill for his cooperation. After about a half an hour, they were ready to unload. Jaclyn let out a breath that she was unaware she'd been holding in.
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[serif]Sheep go to Heaven,
Goats go to Hell.[/serif]
The Lazy Marionette wrote: [imgleft]
http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:...Y9A7K1zmReHTBXMlHZfL-S5kL4NRzTA&t=1[/imgleft]
Jeremy Claremont | Clef/NuMetal Member
[serif]I said you're such a sweet young thing
Why you do this to yourself
She looked at me and this is what she said
I told him you can have my cash
But first you know I gotta ask
What made you want to live this kind of life[/serif]
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It appeared that Jeremy had passed whatever test the beat in had presented because everything continued as normal. The clefs were happy to hear not only that, but that he would be an integral part of the jack. For once during this job, Jeremy felt somewhat relaxed and confident in his position. Everything was simply falling into place and he hardly did anything to make it that way. Luckily all he really had to do at the jack was supply his car, and then blend into the work. It was perfect.
[serif]There ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
Ain't nothing in this world for free[/serif]
The always punctual man arrived exactly on time, never early or late. The car didn't even need to be cleaned out because he never kept anything in it. Part of his job was being able to be mobile: he had few possessions and could pick up and move as soon as his supervisor told him to. Sometimes it was lonely, but for the most part the clef was an introvert. He parked the car and nodded in Ryan's direction as he was explaining the procedure to Piper and some other members. His eyes also landed on Jaclyn, who was talking to the dock workers. Everything was as it should be.
[serif]No I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good[/serif]
Jeremy's eyes continued to scope out the scene as the first palette was brought in. He watched each member taking note of exactly what they did and every motion they made. By the time it was packed he'd gathered all the information he needed. Noticing Piper breathing heavily, he stood next to her as they waited for the next palette. "You guys look like you could use some help," he said without a smile and smooth, deep voice. The way he spoke was as if it was a statement that everyone knew, he was simply affirming it. Jeremy was the kind of person that no one could quite figure out what was off about him, but they knew there had to be something.
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[serif]But even still I can't say much
Because I know we're all the same
Oh yes we all seek out to satisfy those thrills.[/serif]
genewen_elfen wrote: [serif]
Penelope "Piper" Northridge|NuMetal Member
[/serif]
[imgright]
http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac149/animefreak_96/A_ni_me/newoc2.jpg[/imgright]
Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
Piper looked up at Claremont, as he approached, noticing him for the first time. She didn't want to get caught slacking in anyway, so she quickly stood up, and ran her fingers through her cropped hair.
Stupid, stupid. She berated herself internally. She decided to really push it for the last 8 boxes.
You're always on display
For everyone to watch and learn from
Don't you know by now?
You can't turn back
Because this road is all you'll ever have
It took her a moment to process what he had said. She blushed, slightly embarrassed at his statement. Hopefully she didn't look too tired, but she had to admit, help would make it get done a little faster.
Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
And now you can't turn back
Because this road is all you'll ever have
She answered,"Well, help would be nice. " Then she added for politeness,"Thank you for offering, Je- Mr. Claremont." If she was red before, she got even redder. She had almost called him her nickname for him, and that would have really been upsetting. She told herself he didn't notice. Though he probably did. She heaved a sigh, that she probably should have kept to herself, though it could probably pass as a tired yawn, which was completely counterproductive.
Yeah, yeah, you're asking for it
With every breath that you breathe in
Just breathe it in
Nothing seemed to escape him. He was always there, always watching contently. Maybe being in a gang long enough made you perceive more. Or it just made you paranoid, in Rye's case. That fact made her feel a little self-conscious under his gaze, and she felt her hand throb a bit from where it was cut. She hadn't looked down at it before, but what she saw made her look back up quick. She would deal with it after the jack.
The Lazy Marionette wrote: [imgleft]
http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:...Y9A7K1zmReHTBXMlHZfL-S5kL4NRzTA&t=1[/imgleft]Jeremy Claremont | Clef/NuMetal Member
[serif]Well I woke up to the sound of silence
The cars were cutting like knives in a fist fight
And I found you with a bottle of wine
Your head in the curtains
And heart like the fourth of July
You swore and said
We are not
We are not shining stars
This I know
Cause I never said we are[/serif]
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The clef noticed the reddening of the young woman's face, but wasn't sure if it was from misplaced embarrassment or fatigue. Yet, before he could think about it further, he followed her eyes as they flicked down to her hand. There seemed to be a steady stream of blood coming from a gash. "We need to bandage that. The last thing you need is getting your blood all over the goods; can you imagine the kind of evidence that would be? They'd probably think we killed you or something," he said, muttering the last part.
[serif]But I like to think
I can cheat it all
To make up for the times I've been cheated on
And it's nice to know
When I was left for dead
I was found and now I don't roam these streets
I am not the ghost you want of me[/serif]
Without leaving room for argument, he gripped her good wrist and dragged the girl to his passenger seat, but immediately dropped her wrist. His right hand moved quickly to the gun in a holster on his hip, "Who the hell are you?" he asked, looking at the figure in the dark. The person just seemed to be standing there, not coming or going. It gave Jeremy the creeps. "Ryan!" he yelled loud enough to turn the heads of everyone at the dock and raised the gun in front of him while slowly approaching the figure.
[serif]My head is on fire
But my legs are fine
Cause after all they are mine
Lay your clothes down on the floor
Close the door
Hold the phone
Show me how
No one's ever gonna stop us now[/serif]
Yet, he hardly moved a step before remembering Piper's hand. Without taking his eyes off the figure, he gestured towards the passenger seat in the car, "There is a first aid kit in the glove compartment. Get inside the vehicle and take care of yourself," he said, then continued his move forward hoping that the girl listened to his instructions. The last thing he needed was for someone to get hurt. While he inched forward, he hoped that Ryan would be arriving soon to back him up, but for the mean time he hoped he could keep the stranger around long enough to figure out what his business was. "What are you doing here?" he asked, still not close enough to make out the face in the dark.
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[serif]Though I've never been through hell like that
I've closed enough windows
To know you can never look back.[/serif]
Darkening Dawn wrote: [imgleft]
http://i316.photobucket.com/albums/mm341/darkeningdawn/RisaHibiki6001116368-1.jpg[/imgleft] 'Tabby' Willows
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The day after Brie introduced the paperwork for the two civs looking to join, Wilde Raue Mord and Niall Myers, they were brought in, and the 'beat in' commenced. The following day, the Tempo Control was performed on the both of them, as it was normally done to anyone else joining the gang.
As their introductory task for initiation in to the gang, Wilde was given reconnaissance work and information gathering on an individual thought to be a Clef. The job, for the next few days, was to figure out whether the individual was indeed working for Metallica or was just another bystander, and the report would be made on Saturday evening over what had been discovered and whether they were a threat.
Niall, on the other hand, was given a series of deliveries to make, all of which were to small, one time purchasers of music and music related paraphernalia. It would be one package to deliver per day, the last being delivered on Saturday evening.
Tabby had put off working on the contacts and gathering things together to prepare for their next jack, again. And she had been up all night working on things. Again. And so, now that the night came for the gang to actually be working on and participating in a jack, she was dog tired and ready to go to sleep instead. Her current position was her sitting at a desk in their new location, a long since abandoned and dilapidated looking barn on the outskirts of town that contained a basement, with her face planted squarely on the contact page that they would be using that night to acquire a small shipment of harmonicas (and one ukelele, for some weird, yet consistent, buyer of instruments).
Stirring from her nap, she rubbed her face with her hands before looking around in a bit of a daze. It was odd, being in a new location again. She would have thought that by now she would be used to moving around so much, but, it never got old, it seemed. Waking up in the places was pretty odd too. But that was a different kind of odd. Standing and scooting her chair across the concrete floor, she stretched out slightly before coming back to a rest with her feet on the ground. The watch on her wrist told her the time, and she looked around almost expectantly. Her two newbies should be reporting in soon, really. Unless they got caught. Which, although unfortunate, was a common occurrence when you handled illegal material after all.
Half expecting Brie to be there to chastise her for falling asleep at her desk, Tabby was surprised that there wasn't even a Brie in sight. Sure, there were a few people outside of the 'room' that they had rigged up in the basement with boxes and things that were waiting for the signal to get going to the site of the jack, but, they were all peons, really. No fashionista in sight, it seemed. Or so she thought. She did still have some sleep in her eyes, and Brie could always be outside or something.
"Yoh, Brie! Where are you at, hm?" she called, looking around and rubbing one of her eyes again with a stifled yawn. It wasn't like her to not be present for a jack.
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Took this job cause I needed one,
Now it's seven years since I've seen the sun
All day long I'm underground
genewen_elfen wrote: [serif]
Penelope "Piper" Northridge|NuMetal Member
[/serif]
[imgright]
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Why does it feel like night today?
Something in here's not right today.
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia's all I got left
Piper blushed again at Claremont's comment, which was extremely pathetic. That pretty much summed up how she felt. How could she be so stupid. Trying to excel at her first jack, she could've actually really screwed it up.
I don't know what stressed me first
Or how the pressure was fed
But I know just what it feels like
To have a voice in the back of my head
She was completely startled as her wrist was just grasped by the man and dragged to the passenger seat. Before she could pull them back, they were dropped as Jemmy's hand dropped to an item at his hip. She was about to chew him out about it, until she saw the direction he was looking and couldn't help but notice a figure in the dark standing to the side, watching. The figure gave her the wigwams, and she couldn't help but jump as Claremont called Ryan's name.
It's like a face that I hold inside
Like a face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face watches every time I lie
A face that laughs every time I fall
(And watches everything)
He seemed to remember her at that time, because he motioned to the passenger's seat and told her to bandage up her hand. She scowled at him, even though his head was turned and grudgingly got in the car without replying with a sarcastic remark. His frankness annoyed her to the fullest.
So I know that when it's time to sink or swim
That the face inside is hearing me
Right underneath my skin
She opened the glove compartment, trying not to get blood on anything in his car. Just as he had said, there was a first aid kit there. The first thing to do would to put anesthetic on it before it became infected. She shuddered at the thought and what it would entail. After cleaning her hand absentmindedly, she carefully wrapped the bandage around her hand tightly. Afterward, she put the kit away, silently thanking Jemmy for the kit, something she would never do face to face with him.
It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin
When she was finished, her mind wandered to the dark figure outside, so still. Jeremy looked really serious when he grabbed for what she now realized was a gun. She tried to think of what she had on her. She had some pepper spray, she had a small switch knife, and... that was it. Taking a deep breath, she climbed out the seat of the car cautiously, cursing herself for not wearing the gun she had gotten for her 19th birthday (though why her dad gave her a gun for her birthday, she had no idea).
I know I've got a face in me
Points out all my mistakes to me
You've got a face on the inside too and
Your paranoia's probably worse
Q wrote: [imgright]
http://i.imgur.com/QBORa.jpg[/imgright] [align=center]
Ryan | Nu Leader[/align]
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Oh my god
Please help me, knee deep in the river tryin' to get clean
He says wash your hands, get out the stains
But you best believe, boy, there's hell to pay
Yeah you best believe, boy, there's hell to pay, sayin'
Come on[/align]
After the first pallet was down, Piper moved it out of the way and did her job precisely as instructed. Soon after, the second pallet came down and Rye was getting ready to move the crane back to where it belonged. He didn't exactly hear Claremont so much as get a weird feeling that he
thought he'd heard something.
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Oh my god
Please help me, waist deep in the river, can you hear my plea?
He says, son, you come like a beggar in the streets
You might make it, boy, but by the skin of your teeth
You might make it, boy, but by the skin of your teeth, sayin'[/align]
At that feeling, he cut off the engine and looked through the carriage window to see Claremont pull out a gun and Piper in the car. His anger instantly fumed and shot out of the vehicle and jogged toward the scene.
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I rambled with the worst of them
Fell in love with a harlequin
Saw the darkest hearts of men[/align]
When he got there, he instantly started yelling. Rye was calm most of the time, but he had an anger problem and here it definitely presented itself with full coverage. He didn't like people getting in the way of things. He didn't like people screwing shit up. Especially not kids. And this kid looked like a kid. A weird kid, to boot. He dealt with enough of them taking in strays as a gang leader. He didn't need another one coming in at the wrong time and screwing with him. And that seemed to be exactly what this situation was.
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And I saw myself starin' back again
And I saw myself starin' back again
Oh my god
Please help me, neck deep in the river screamin' for relief[/align]
He stood near Claremont and pushed Piper behind himself when she came back out, as if protecting her.
"Who do you think you are? This is a closed area! Restricted! Only workers! Get out!" He yelled.
But that was only the beginning. As Rye was leaning forward, his hard hat still on his head and his license and ID badge hanging around his neck in an ID lanyard, swinging back and forth as he leaned forward slightly to push his authority across. He lifted his open palmed hand and started 'slicing' it like a knife-- knifehanding, as it was known among those who'd served in the military-- while he spoke.
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He says, it's mine to give, but it's yours to choose
You're gonna sink or swim, you're gonna learn the truth
No matter what you do you're gonna learn the truth sayin'[/align]
"Move faster, kid! Get the fuck out of here!" Of course the other probably didn't move. So Rye kept on yelling.
"You think you're something special? Do you see that crane over there? The cargo ship? Do you know how much shit everyone here would be in if some dipshit like you got hurt? I don't even care if you think you know a guy who knows a guy, this is a safety issue and you're no worker so get the fuck out!"
Assuming Silas didn't move, Ryan still wouldn't let the boy get in a word edge-wise.
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Ate the bread that once was stone
Fell from a cliff, never broke a bone
Bowed down to get the kings overthrown
And I'm all alone and the fire grows
And I'm all alone and the fire grows[/align]
"I could get you arrested, kid. You want that?? I don't even know how the fuck you got here or why, but you're trespassing and you're clearly have no intention of moving so I don't mind getting the clefs involved. You know what? Fuck it. Fuck you. You must have the backbone of fucking robocop, kid, because you odn't know what you've gotten yourself into."
At that, Rye threw down his hard hat behind him, it bouncing up and out of reach. He then rushed forward, presumably to beat the shit out of the kid in front him.
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Swing sweet charity
Take what's left of me
A new beginning or is this the end?
Swing sweet Seraphim
Take me back again
or watch me make the messes of men[/align]
The Lazy Marionette wrote: [imgright]
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Jaclyn Rivers | NuMetal Member
[serif]You dream a dream
But you never wake up
You're so afraid
That the dream is over
Open your eyes and you'll see
Daydreaming won't concur me
Won't concur me, no it won't concur me[/serif]
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Anxious about her daughter, Jaclyn had been turning to go towards the office when the commotion started. With an agitated sigh, she reluctantly turned around and started walking back towards the docks. Dread crept down her spine as she noticed Claremont and Ryan running at someone with a gun and knife brandished. She absolutely hated when things didn't go according to plan. Unfortunately, her black pumps and matching pencil skirt didn't allow her to move very quickly, a decision she now cursed. She could have never guessed that professionalism would get in the way of doing her job.
[serif]Cause only the good guys can get, what they're coming for
And all of the dreamers must take, what's apart
Only the good guys receive, what they came here for
And all of you dreamers, will leave with a broken heart[/serif]
When she finally did make it over to the men, she noticed Ryan was yelling his head off. A thin hand pushed back a hair as her head dipped in a sigh. The young man's anger was bound to be the thing that got them in trouble. The last thing she needed tonight was a death. A walkie talkie clipped to her belt produced some static and then in a muffled voice, "Ms. Rivers, what's the hold up? My men are tired."
[serif]Reality
You better face it
Your blood is red
One bite, you'll taste it[/serif]
Jaclyn ripped the offending electronic off her belt and spoke sternly, "Jacobsen, I advise you be patient. We're dealing with an unforeseen circumstance on the far end of the dock."
"I have another shipment to deliver," Jacobsen replied in a bark.
[serif]Open your eyes and you'll see
Daydreaming won't concur me
Won't concur me, no it won't concur me[/serif]
"And I know where your family is!" she yelled back in a clipped tone. With that, she clipped the thing back to her belt before he could even say "understood". Now she was really mad. "Ryan, will you calm the fuck down? Give the kid a chance," she said with a roll of her eyes. Everything in the gang was so dramatic and she was sick of it, but it was as if he didn't hear her and was off on the boy. This jack was so effortlessly planned she was upset that something so trivial could have been overlooked. How had they not thought of having some sort of security? At least Claremonte was on top of things. Still. They should have had a watch.
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[serif]Cause only the good guys can get, what they're coming for.[/serif]
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Soft, emerald hues focused on the new hideout's doors, and the anxiety he was feeling now, only increased. The bare hint of a twitch in his throat-he had swallowed, before he was sneaking in, making sure nobody saw. After all, people would be curious of a teen in a place where he shouldn't be. Or well, where they thought he shouldn't be. But no, once inside, the anxiety only increased.
Where....Where are you?
He was silent in his steps, and yet everything wasn't silent, not to him. He could hear the brush of old rubber against cold cement shift to gentle squeaks on wooden, warehouse floors, he could taste the dry flavor of packaging, the crisp sting of wood shavings in the back of his throat-he swallowed again, his eyes taking in everything as he bit his lower lip.
I shouldn't have left you here-where-?
It had been his mistake, to place his.....his treasure overnight at the old warehouse-he usually brought it with him during shifting times, so that something like this wouldn't happen. Of course, it wouldn't get shipped-everyone knew it was his, but the solid fact that it wasn't with him now, was itching under his skin.
The gentle squeaks became scrapes when he heard a voice, skidding for a bit before sighing-it sounded like Tabby, calling out for Brie-ah, so then...she would know. He followed the sound, already turning his gaze to the little dry erase board he had clipped around his neck-the gentle thud of every step had it tap his chest, and now he pulled the stretchy holding to loosen it, grabbing his little marker and popping the top off. He scribbled as he walked, rounding the corner and spotting Tabby, her back was to him, so he gently rapped his knuckles against the wall, palm facing himself, and turned his sign over when she turned to look at him.
'Hey, have you seen Clyde?'
'Clyde' was his electric violin-a gift for him when he had used some talents of lockpicking to break into a cleft's truck and steal back instruments. In all honesty, he had spotted Clyde in the packaging and had wanted it, but when the raid was taken and they were going to be sent to be burned, Elec would have lost money-but he had followed, set a nail trap, and stole the instruments with the help of a truck he 'borrowed'. He remembered that day, all the sounds in the room, the praise, the cheers-he usually was...well, not an outcast, but he kept to himself unless it was about music. Tabby herself had given him Clyde, when she noticed his interest in it soon as all the instruments were recovered-she knew of his story, of what brought him to them-and she had given it to him. Today, it is still his most prized possession-he only leaves it reluctantly when he knows his parents are home, but other than that-it's almost always with him when he's at the warehouse, and to be without it-well, he'd get panicky.
Aesir wrote: [imgright]
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BREAK
THIS
SHIT
DOWN!
The first punch hurt the most. It made her stagger and drop to a knee with a grunt. Chloe was fit but she wasn't used to being punched at all and she struggled not to fight back. Then came the next punch. It stung and she wondered how many bruises and smaller wounds she would end up having.
After maybe the fifth punch or kick, she started to feel dazed and after another five hits she began to feel numb from all the pain. Even so she felt as if the beat in had a method to it since they left her face mostly untouched. Clever.
Even as she was beaten though, what she thought about the most was the fact that she was going to be part of NuMetal, and hopefully they would help sate her curiosity about music. That would be at another time though, she knew that but the thought still lingered.
You want it you got it!
Every thing you needed and more!
you said it I heard it!
It didn't stop until she was about to faint. Still in a daze she began to realize that there was nothing hitting against her body anymore and the pain she felt was from what had already been done to her. She lay still on the ground for a bit and then slowly sat up while holding her side which was throbbing in pain, listening to the leader as he told her she had now been initiated into NuMetal. Good news.
Careful what you wish for!
Deleted, defeated, everything you've ever been!
No mercy! It's the way of the fist!
The week went by and at first she had problems acting like she usually did. She couldn't go on her usual runs around the park either and it was a pain to work the first four days or so as she had troubles standing straight. The days also seemed to pass in slow-motion, much to Chloe's frustration.
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Once I had a dream
And this is it
And then it was Saturday evening. Nothing to do. No work, no hobbies, nothing. Most of the worst bruises had started to fade and the small wounds had already healed and the regular bruises were completely gone.
She sat in an armchair by a window in her apartment, reading a book. It was a fantasy novel and it was decent but it couldn't keep her intrigued for long as she slammed it shut after only a few chapters. She turned her gaze over to her bookshelf, scanning it for anything else to read only to come up empty-handed.
With a sigh she stood, put the book back in the shelf and walked into the kitchen. She looked for a cookbook and found one about Italian food and started to skim through the pages for something that she might want. She found nothing and decided to just make some pasta and sallad.
Don't give me love, I've had my share
Beauty nor rest, give me truth instead
It was easily done and soon she was sitting by the table with her dinner, eating slowly and thinking about what the other members, the seasoned ones, were up to. She knew there was a jack, and she had been told to sit it out. She would, but she couldn't wait until she got to be more a part of the gang.
And I'll be waiting all day
And I'll be waiting all day
genewen_elfen wrote: [serif]
Niall Myers|Elec[/serif]
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I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Niall parked in the deserted parking lot, turning the engine off and heaving a sigh at the thought of the ten minute walk to the barn that served as the new hideout, especially for his still bruised legs and, surprisingly, feet. He should've been there a little earlier, but his boss let him off a little late, no extra pay of course, the cheapskate. Lately, he'd been doing that a lot, and he would come to work late, smelling of alcohol, and stale sweat, and bringing strange women to the job, though he was sure he was married. But then again, it wasn't his problem.
Locking the door, hands in his pockets, he started to walk briskly away from the car. It was a regular night, a bit chilly though. He pulled his jacket a little closer, shivering, and brooded on his situation. Since he really didn't feel like walking all the way to the outskirts of town, he decided to drive, and this was the closest he dared to go to the barn that was the new base.
I guess it's not that bad. And it wasn't, really. He didn't know how the others got to the isolated place.
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Walking gave him a lot to think about, especially to forget the pain he was still feeling from the beat, which he . He thought of the beat-in to He could clearly remember the beat in like it was yesterday.
♬ ♬ ♬ ♬
Only hard eyes looked him over, examining him to a point that quite unnerved him. Like they were calculating the different ways they could beat the crap out of him. The scene in that dark warehouse would've inspired fear in anyone. He didn't allow himself to feel fear. Only numbness. What would happen would happen.
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Or that was what he had thought before they actually commenced the beating. It was just what he had imagined. And more. So much more. It took all his willpower to just take it, not to whimper, or cry, or fight back. He took it in silence.
The first punch was in the chest, unexpectedly, and he fell to the ground, which was a big mistake. The barrages of kicks wouldn't end, and they weren't discriminate. They made sure to hit every part of his body. At first he thought he was on fire. Then he felt numb with the pain, feeling nothing.
Can't you see that you're smothering me,
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control?
'Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you.
The sound of each hit reverberated off of the walls, and a few times the sound ceased, only to become achingly loud, then fade away. He must have become unconscious a few times. Every time the sound returned, everything was put into amazing clarity: the smell of dust and sweat, the boots around him that wouldn't stop their barrage on his body, the taste of bile on his tongue. Then he would feel bliss from the cessation of feeling.
When he finally awoke, Tabitha stood before, welcoming him, in her own way, to the gang. Though he could barely hear it, though he could hear a voice say,"Maybe we overdid it a bit," before he became unconscious again.
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you.
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take.
♬ ♬ ♬ ♬
When he was finally at the barn, he felt absolutely flushed, and tried not to feel the pain of his bruises. He tried to be as quiet as possible as he approached, and looked around for anything that might be hiding, before opening the door a crack and going in.
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there,
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you.
Quickly, already late, he walked to Tabby's desk, giving a familiar nod to Keoni who was also in the room. He looked at his board, excused himself, and came back with Clyde, which was moved by some inconsiderate gang member. He held it out, and if he took it from him, he would give another nod of recognition. He rather liked Keoni, or Hush, as people called him. Maybe it was because of his silence.
Turning his attention back to the leader of the gang, he said," Yesterday's package was delivered no problem. "
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Looking over her shoulder at the sound of rapping knuckles against the wall, Tabby was greeted by the sight of a dry erase board directed towards her. Obviously Hush, since no one else used a dry erase board, or any other kind of marking board, around here. It took a moment for her to scan the scribbled words and for her sleep deprived brain to process them, but she eventually worked the words out clearly enough to supply an answer. Before she was able to actually speak that answer, one of the new members, Niall, waltzed in, pulled Clyde out from where it had been stowed somewhere, and handed it to Hush before making his report.
"Our client already called, and didn't have any problems regarding the delivery. The last one you'll make is tonight, while the jack is going on. And it's a pretty big delivery," she finished, leaving the details of the jack undisclosed. Niall may have made a few deliveries fine, but he was far from gaining trust enough to go on a jack with the other experienced members of the gang. "You'll be delivering a cello this time," she finished, crossing her arms over her chest and nodding her head towards a shape leaning against the wall of the basement, partially uncovered from its plastic blanket of sorts. "Just be glad no one's ordered a drum kit or anything bigger lately, otherwise I'd have you delivering that. You'll have someone following you this time to check on your ability to deliver and smuggle the thing where it needs to be, since it's such a large delivery. Don't expect them to jump in and help if you screw up somewhere though."
It was always a larger instrument or larger equipment that would be delivered for a final test. Once she had made someone smuggle an old-time record player that stood about 5 feet tall for a delivery. They started small, typically, something like a harmonica or a flute, then progressed in size over time. The reason for this was pretty simple: It's easy to deliver the smaller things. The skills are put to the test when they have to overcome the odds. And if Niall wanted to really gain some ground with the gang from the beginning, he'd deliver that cello by himself, with no incidents, and she'd get a good report from the person that ordered it from her. Simple as that.
Heard the roar of the crowd
She could picture the scene
Put her ear to the wall
Then like a distant scream
"Anyway, you won't make it until Brie gets her ass back here, wherever she is. So just sit tight and take a breather for now. Listen to some music, hm?" She gestured around the room, indicating the small groups of gang members already present in the hideout who were listening to MP3s and CD players and other things.
Her, in the meantime, felt the need to play something. Snatching the marker out of Hush's hand, she doodled a few music notes on his board before sauntering off to grab her own instrument. Oh how her bass felt in her hands, it was almost magical really. She hadn't picked it up in a while, so it was like experiencing her first encounter with it all over again. It had been one of the first instruments that she had ever jacked, back when Nausicaa was the only gang around. The heavy strings hummed as she ran her hand over them, reminiscing a little in the process, the color on the bass as bright as it was the day she got it. And when she plugged it in to her amp and plucked at the strings... To her ears it sounded as if angels were singing death metal. Oh it was a wonderful noise.
Heard one guitar
Just blew her away.
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Almost absentmindedly, and still looking at her guitar, she spoke at Niall.
"Who knows. If you do a good job here, maybe you'll get your own instrument afterwards..." One of her favorite things, besides running the gang, besides sticking it to the Clefs and Ryan, was letting people get their own instrument. The way that people looked when they got one they wanted, like when Hush got his instrument, it was just really... awesome. It was awesome to bring that much joy and happiness in to someone's life, to see the euphoria on their face. And it was kind of like a drug to her. That was one of the reasons she kept doing this. One of them.
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So she started rockin
Ain't never gonna stop
Gotta keep on rockin
Someday she's gonna make it to the top
[Harley Quinn] wrote: [serif]But you're looking good, baby,
I believe you're feeling fine,
Born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes[/serif]
Brielle Reimi
Elec Member
(a.k.a Brie, Doreimi, Romi)
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It seemed like more of the members were rising with the sun it seemed. The new guy, Niall had arrived with his work finished, which was impressive. He didn't waste time, which was wonderful. "What's about my ass? It is pretty sweet, isn't it?" Brie made herself known, stepping into the room and letting her icy gaze travel over the gathered members. She was teasing her old friend, though some of the other members might think she was trying to step over some boundaries.
Some faces were new, belonging to the newly Beaten-in recruits. Brie let her eyes drift back to the new guy. He seemed to be over the hurting from the Beat-In. She liked to see people deal with their pain on their own and not bring it to work with them. "Myers. Hush." Brie spoke their names and nodded, though she gave a small smile to the mute boy. He was such a nice kid, and it was a shame she wasn't younger. Brie adored the boy, and she liked that he actually let her fuss over him sometimes.
Brie moved across the room and took a seat, perching lightly on the edge of the desk Tabby used. She couldn't help frowning as she took in her friend's appearance. Rumpled clothes, clearly slept in. This meant that Tabby hadn't left last night and had slept there. She had said she would lock up, but clearly that hadn't happened.
"So what's on the agenda today? Why does my ass need to be here to badly?" She knew the reason, but it never hurt to hear it again just in case some minor and potentially crucial details may have changed since the last time they had been discussed. Niall was going though the last part of his 'initiation' of sorts. Most people started off with small tasks, and from the looks of the cello case, the guy was moving up.
Brie decided then that she would tell Tabby about wanting to be the one to follow Niall. He was intriguing and clearly doing a very good job. If this one went off without a hitch, he would be golden. Golden was good. Great in Brie's book.
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[serif]You woke up this morning
The world turned upside down,
Thing's ain't been the same
Since the Blues walked into town[/serif]
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Hush heard the steps and turned his emerald hues upon the figure, the nervous feeling in his chest flitting for a moment before he frowned in thought-oh, wasn't this that new guy? He wasn't sure, to be honest he wasn't invited to beat ins-he never knew why, though he was, if you mind the pun, silently thankful for it. He didn't think he could hurt anyone unless it was self defense, or well, the time he kicked a Clef in the face, but that was only to save a few of his gang members and the Nu they had come across, and only because he was the closest to the guy.
Hush nodded gently back, tapping his fingers against the side of his leg, Gods, he really, really wanted Clyde right n-
And suddenly, there was his sleek, black case, held before him-in surprise he dropped his board, the cord tugging at the back of his neck with the weight, but he didn't notice as eagerly he reached out, wrapping both arms around the case and sort of hugging it, only to smile brightly up at the other, nodding his head back and pressing a hand to his lips and lowering it down, sort of like blowing a kiss but not. It meant thank you in sign language, he wasn't sure if the other knew it but he didn't fret over it as he sat on a few crates, opening his case and sighing out softly.
It was a special case for Clyde, with a compartment for resin, extra bow strings, and of course, a headphone spot. He wasn't one for amps, he liked his own music-the only time he 'amped' up was when they played as a group. For now he settled the case beside him, Clyde in his lap as he began to tune him, the sound so delicate-every pluck, every reverberating tune....A warm smile came upon his lips, and the anxiety left within the first few seconds of plucking, as if just the sounds were enough to calm his frantic, butterfly-mocking heart.
He looked up quickly when Tabitha approached him, taking up his marker. He blinked, confused as she erased his little board and began to write out music notes-to be honest, he wasn't very good at music notes-he excelled at improv however, but he now unclipped his erase board from his neck, setting it to prop against his case, and he shuffled off the crate to stand near her, smiling as he idly plucked at his violin, holding his bow loosely before he began to play softly. He only had a few notes down before he heard his name, pausing only to glance over and smile brightly, nodding his head in greeting before he went back to playing-or well, plucking. Now that they were talking, he shifted the bow in his hand, cheek pressing into Clyde while his neck supported him, and he plucked with his index gently, mapping the tune Tabitha had placed on his board.
He hummed it as well-but it was silent, just an expanse of air escaping him, and when he finished her row, he paused and lowered his instrument, sighing rather fondly and smiling before he went over to the crates, turning to sit on them while he swung his legs gently, plugging his headphones into the bottom amp, but he didn't put them on. Instead, as he began to play, he was more harder on his instrument, a melody that would have definitely been too loud for the room, but was barely, barely heard through the headphones still in the case-he just wanted to move his fingers, to practice his own tune-but then again, his keen ears could pick up the sounds, however soft, that escaped the headphones, and he closed his eyes.
Mnn...this way, he could hear them if they asked him to do anything-he usually shifted smaller instruments, not because he wasn't useful, no, he was able to do a bass once (he was supposed to do a piano with another guy, but his lack of upper arm strength proved he couldn't even push a wheeled one). If he could lift it, he was pretty good-they found out fast that Hush loved being on the streets rather than home alone, and knew the fastest routes through alleyways- heck, the main transport for flute instruments was actually half of his own little map-he had shown Tabitha and Brie half a year ago on inconspicious places, and the trail simply was 'Fluteville'. Others helped in other trails, but he prided in that one. Of course, when doing missions and transport, he would usually do sporadic changes-it did....get him in trouble sometimes, usually he had to plan with them on what path he had to take, but hey, sometimes you have to take a different path-as long as the merchandise was there, they let him off.
He remembered one time, when.....a Clef had found him, he had barely escaped, but the harp he had carried-the box broke, and it fell into the river. He had told himself he'd get it the next day, but by morning the police had loaded off the river, found it-and it was destroyed before civilians were out on the street. He had been punished of course, even if he was the 'pup' of the group (not that he'd admit it), they were still adamant with their rules. He had been miserable for a week, and had refused to play Clyde until he had calmed and did a few more transports. It was the only thing he had ever lost-and he would never forget that depression of losing something so.....precious.
Hush stopped playing and lowered his arms, turning to write just under his erase board, "Is there anything for me to do too? Parents are out again." Sometimes, a member had free space to hide the goods, and often than naught, when the warehouse was busy moving, they'd distribute goods to hide in various homes-his home wasn't picked the most, but it was definitely on the top three, with ample space and his parents rarely there, it was ideal for moving times.
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I know you've suffered
But I don't want you to hide
It's cold and loveless
I won't let you be denied[/align]
Underneath the streets, a man with a can of spray paint was painting a mural in neon green on the wall of the sewer. These paths had been well-traveled. Gangs used to be here, and older graffiti down the paths were the past evidence. But this symbolism was new, and was mostly neon green. The man with the wild hair was humming to himself while he did it, though he was tone deaf, so his humming wasn't too pleasant. It wasn't really about the humming, though. It was the memory of what he thought it sounded like. That was all that mattered.
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Soothing
I'll make you feel pure
Trust me
You can be sure[/align]
A loud beeping came from the man's pocket. It was at that moment Soren stopped painting and held the spraycan down at his side, his free hand grabbing inside his leather jacket to take out his phone, and flip it open.
Hrmm. Ivy.
[align=right]
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart[/align]
He flipped the phone shut and put it back in his pocket with a smirk.
Right. We'll investigate something, he thought.
He tossed the paint can on the cement floor and jogged to the nearest ladder, going up it to the alleyway where his motorcycle was stored. After he reached the city street's level, he covered the drain back with his hands a few hard grunts at the weight. Once the drain cover was in place, he hopped on his bike, started it up, and sped back over to the office.
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You trick your lovers
That you're wicked and divine
You may be a sinner
But your innocence is mine[/align]
Once parked, he hopped off his bike and tossed his hair, feeling especially proud of himself tonight. He opened the main door as if he owned the place and went right to Ivy's office, opening her door and coming right to her chair. He got behind her, his hands leaning over to grip the back of her chair while he leaned down a bit to speak to the top of her head.
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Please me
Show me how it's done
Tease me
You are the one[/align]
"And how are we doing
tonight, m'lady clef?" he purred.
[align=right]
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past[/align]
This past week, they had been working hard... Or hardly working, more like it. Soren kept to himself mostly, letting the woman lead the way. And she had seemed like she didn't know what direction to start in first. So of course, LaFey had grown bored and started just trying to get up her skirt 100% of the time. Ivy never seemed to straight up tell him 'no'. But even if she had, that didn't mean he'd stop, really. He hadn't seen action in a long time even though he played otherwise. Ivy was just plain good looking, and she seemed to be that young, authoritative type that would be amazing in bed. He figured she'd just play hard to get the whole time.
That just made him want her more.
He pictured finally winning the battle tonight in the office. Bent over that desk of hers...
.. He could hardly keep his hands to himself at the thought.
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I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart[/align]
[imgright]
http://i.imgur.com/QBORa.jpg[/imgright] [align=center]
Ryan | Nu Leader[/align]
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Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
And speak but don't pretend--
I won't defend you anymore you see
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear
If you want me hold me back[/align]
.... And Rye went for it.
He ran toward that kid like he'd just killed his newborn puppy. The guy managed to dodge the first attack, but he made the mistake of trying to
keep talking.
Smug piece of shit!
Rye was only taken off-guard for a moment. He didn't lose his balance, and turned right around, twisting on his toes and going for the kid, again.
First, Rye went to punch the other--Silas-- in the middle of his back, using his right hand. Then, if the kid was still standing, The Nu Leader would turn and use his left forearm to smack the kid in the side of his face, hopefully doing a sort of improvised clothesline maneuver.
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Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me."[/align]
Ryan's aim was to get the kid on the ground. And he'd keep attacking until either that happened or the kid somehow managed to put up a good fight. If the kid ever actually
did go down, Rye had a few choice nonsensical phrases to say about how shit and smug he was, and probably kick him a few times.
Otherwise, Rye wasn't really thinking, he was just in a little blind rage. Almost similar to what happened whenever someone tried to push the history of the Nausicaa gang. It was outrages like these that the gang members quickly learned to sit still and shut up whenever Rye told them to the first time.
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I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure
I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here
If you want me hold me back[/align]
Rye was not the best fighter-- He had no real style, he just did whatever, whenever. Not the most agile creature on the planet, but he was strong, and that's really all that mattered in these situations. He wasn't slow, either, but he couldn't catergorize himself as too "fast"... It's just that when he made hits, he made them count. He wanted his people
down, he wanted a body. He wanted that body to stop moving.
And he wanted to be standing ontop of it.
... In his own little anger-induced fantasies, anyway. Normally, he wasn't this bad. There were just a few key things that set him off, and when they did, they set him off
hard. Jacks going bad, kids questioning his authority, and pretty much anything to do with Nausicaa were the triggers. Everyone in NuMetal knew to avoid those things like the plague.
Too bad this kid, this Silas, this computer hacker/germaphobe/fuckwit hadn't had the privilege of learning that about Ryan.
Little smug shit.
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Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me!"[/align]
genewen_elfen wrote: [serif]Ivy Norton|Chief Clef[/serif]
If only you could see,
the darkest side of me
No one would help me with
the animal I have become.
Ivy woke from her light state of stupor when she heard the footsteps that could only belong to Soren, who always enjoyed barging in as if he owned the place. Quite loudly, actually. Any question about the random guy who always stormed through the door of the station from the other clefs were always silenced by Ivy's icy stare, though she tried to be away from the station when they were investigating. She decided to keep her eyes closed, if only to keep a sliver of the peace she had found while asleep, the only peace she was expecting for the rest of the night.
She couldn't help but sneak a peek at her partner through her eyelashes, still quite a mystery to her. Well, his drive was a mystery. Who he was. Where his desires and emotions were concerned, there was no mystery. A small smile touched her features.
She felt his presence behind her chair, gripping the arms, so she decided to fully open her eyes and look up at the man, showing her teeth in a dazzling smile.She had decided to just tease him before she gave away anything. It was more fun to her that way, though seeing him like that behind her made her want to give in.
She stood from her chair and turned around to sit on her desk, legs crossed, facing Soren. She answered him looking at him through her lashes,"Well, you know, I think tonight I was feeling rather lonely." She clapped her hands together,"But I digress. We have work to do, you and I."
Q wrote: [imgright]
http://i.imgur.com/WGone.jpg[/imgright]
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Repress and restrain
Steal the pressure and the pain
Wash the blood off your hands
This time she won't understand[/align]
When Ivy looked up at him and smiled, Soren gave a playful smirk back. He then gave a
tsk as if clucking for a horse, and winked his left eye. Ivy clasped her hands together and said she was lonely tonight. Soren reached over the back of the chair and put his hand over her two even as she interrupted herself with how they needed to get to work.
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Change in the air
And they'll hide everywhere
And no one knows who's in control[/align]
Although he had planned a different phrasing before she had mentioned work, he spoke anyway:
"Well yes, work. And we'll do it together. So you won't be lonely." He winked again, let go of her hands, and separated himself from the chair. Turning, he got a piece of gum from the pocket of his leather jacket and put it in his mouth, so he could busy his mouth with something other than drooling all over a woman.
At least he had
some forethought. Afterward, he walked around the chair and pushed it aside, facing Ivy's front as she sat on the desk.
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You're working so hard
And you're never in charge
Your death creates success
Rebuild and suppress[/align]
Once he was directly in front of her, about an inch or two taller as he looked down on his partner sitting on the desk, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned all his weight on one foot, the chains on his belt jingling with every move he made.
"But about this work. What is it exactly you want us to do? Grey put you in charge, so," He made a mock Renaissance-style gentleman's bow. "It is as you command, m'lady."
When he was standing up straight again, he couldn't keep his composure-- instead smirking with a light chuckle at what he thought to be a humorous gesture.
He quickly folded his hands over his chest again, however.
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Change in the air
And they'll hide everywhere
And no one knows who's in control [/align]
genewen_elfen wrote: [serif]
Penelope "Piper" Northridge|NuMetal Member
[/serif]
[imgright]
http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac149/animefreak_96/A_ni_me/newoc2.jpg[/imgright]
The scene unfolded around her so quickly, she could only watch. First off, Ryan got pissed as hell, more pissed than she had ever seen him. Other members had told her he had a temper, which was kind of hard to believe, and she said as much. They just gave her a knowing look and walked away. She almost jumped out of her skin when he started stomping towards them, screaming and looking like a completely different person, probably to scare away the guy just standing there, watching like this was extremely interesting to him.
You were my conscious
So solid now you're like water.
And we started drowning
Not likely to sink any farther
Before she knew it, Rye pulled her behind him. Piper wanted to bring up a complaint at it, but he looked like he wouldn't appreciate it at all right now. She did not need his anger directed at her, which was almost palpable in the air around him. Peaking from around Ryan's shoulders, she got a closer look at the man, more like a kid, that stood before them, maybe a little tensely. He was a little frail, a little pale, nothing impressive. The medical mask on his face made him seem a little mysterious.
And I let my heart go
It's somewhere down at the bottom
But I'll get a new one
Come back for the hope that you've stolen
Of course, it was a little hard to think about anything with Ryan yelling right next to her, getting angrier by the moment. After a while, she felt bad for the kid, just standing there being berated by Rye. When he just shrugged his shoulder and replied,"Watching," simply in the middle of the NuMetal leader's tirade, she felt something like awe. He didn't seem to be too fazed by the older man's castigation. She stayed silent throughout the whole thing, against the impulse to say...something. She didn't even know what.
I'll stop the whole world
I'll stop the whole world
From turning into a monster and eating us alive
Don't you ever wonder how we survive
Now that you're gone, the world is ours
Then he threw his hat down and started to rush forward without any type of warning at all. Before long, Jaclyn walked over, voicing what she had wanted to say, but couldn't due to the irate Rye's effect on her.
I'm only human
I've got a skeleton in me
But I'm not the villain
Despite what you're always preaching
Then the kid started talking, and she stopped feeling awe for him. He seemed haughty enough, and it couldn't be good that he knew what was going on. The fact that he had said it, surrounded by gang members, alone was really stupid. Piper's face went from the kid to Ryan to gauge his reaction to how the kid had explained himself. It wasn't good.
You call me a traitor
I'm just collecting your victims
And they're getting stronger
I hear them calling
Hear them calling
He was attacking the obviously sick guy, totally defenseless. She had a really bad feeling about the outcome of that evening. She couldn't just look on in horror anymore. Slowly, she walked over to the two guys. She risked talking to Rye in his rage, voice almost pleading,"Rye, please calm down. This doesn't have to happen right now. Could we do this after we're finished with what we're doing?" and she looked down at the guy, mouth dry as she tried to swallow,"and you can
peacefully," she made sure to put emphasis on that word," deal with him." She hoped the guy wouldn't open his mouth anymore.
I'll stop the whole world
I'll stop the whole world
From turning into a monster and eating us alive
Don't you ever wonder how we survive
Now that you're gone, the world is ours
Q wrote: [[Because Moto didn't leave his posts, here's what happened:
Character, named Silas, sneaks onto pier and Rye flips his shit, starts to beat Silas up but Silas keeps talking shit about the gang and Rye. Then this post happens..]]
[imgright]
http://i.imgur.com/QBORa.jpg[/imgright] [align=center]
Ryan | Nu Leader[/align]
[align=right]
She doesn't look, she doesn't see
Opens up for nobody
Figures out, she figures out[/align]
Once the kid was down, Rye stopped. He looked to Piper briefly, but then his focus went right back to the kid on the ground who started laughing. The gang leader took a step back as the boy sat up, then slowly stood and started talking shit again. Rye took out his knife and got into the proper stance to slit the kid's throat. And his eyes, his eyes were ready for it.
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Narrow line, she can't decide
Everything short of suicide
Never hurts, nearly works[/align]
But then he mentioned Rye's brother. And giving up information. And at that moment, a spark of something flashed over his eyes. Realization. Worry. That brief 'Oh shit' moment that happens when you know you've fucked up-- the split second before the line breaks and kills a man.
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Something is scratching
Its way out
Something you want
To forget about[/align]
Rye seemed to get his wits about him. His untamed rage from before, the innate, psychotic anger from whatever mental problems he had-- that was gone. Rye was now the sort of cold and calculating pissed a man became when he was dealing with a real, true threat. The kind of anger where you knew if you could force yourself to kill another person, you could solve the problem, but a part of you really didn't want to make that move.
He turned around and started pointing and ordering people around.
"Piper, Claremont, finish loading up the books. Jacyln, get one of the other workers to take care of the crane. As soon as that last pallet is in, leave. I'll catch up later."
If anyone didn't agree?
"I said I'll catch up later!" he would yell.
He turned back to the kid with the facemask on.
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A part of you that'll never show
You're the only one that'll ever know
Take it back when it all began
Take your time, would you understand
What it's all about?
What it's all about?[/align]
The Nu Leader grabbed the kid's nearest arm and yanked him out of the main complex and behind a building where no one could see them. He pushed the kid's back into the wall and got up close, his knife down at stomach level, but out and slightly behind Ryan-- out of reach, but ready to stab if the need arose.
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Something is scratching
Its way out
Something you want
To forget about[/align]
"You one of Rachel's kids? 'Cause if not you better give a damn good reason why you're bringing up the
shit you're talking," He spat in a hushed whisper.
"You're lucky I don't kill you now for what you said."
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No one expects
You to get up
All on your own with
No one around[/align]
[[Moto drops the roleplay here. So I will just puppet Silas for now. I apologize in advance for how shittily it's been written.]]
Silas watched Rye change his attitude and his expression, quietly giggling to himself. But then when the gang leader grabbed him and pulled him along, he had to struggle to keep up. Eventually he found himself against a wall in an alley between buildings. A giggle formed, as well as a grin.
"What a loss it would be," He giggled excitedly, "if you murdered me."
What, so we're speaking in rhyme now? Ryan thought to himself.
"No, I don't think it would be a loss at all," Ryan growled. "Why the fuck did you show up here spouting all this crap about my gang?" His unarmed hand grabbed Silas's shirt collar and forced him even further-- if it were possible-- into the brick wall behind him.
"My name is Silas," the boy gave a sinister grin. "I'm a hacker, and I know everything there is to know about your gang. Sad, really," he chuckled. "I had expected more of you. But as for Rachel, no, I am not one of her's... I work on my own."
Rye had heard enough. If he worked on his own, then he had no connections to anyone and there was no loss. His right-and armed- hand drove the knife into Silas's stomach before the kid could get in another word. Silas's eyes went wide with surprise and pain, and the Nu Leader twisted the knife in the boy's gut just o make sure the kid would die. It took a few minutes for it all to be over, but once the life left the child, Ryan pulled the knife out and let the other crumple to the ground.
He frowned, and kneeled, wiping his knife off in the other's clothes. Then, he quickly looked around for a place to dump the body, sheathing his knife at his hip. Nearby, he found a dumpster. He opened it up and chucked the body inside with some heaving. It was certainly not the best of dumping grounds but it would have to work for now. He was doomed to a death sentence if clefs caught him, regardless or not if he had murder on his record. He would just have to hope some guardian angel was watching over his shoulder and they wouldn't pin the murder on Rye.
After the body was in the dumpster, the Nu leader looked at the ground, and the huge blood spatter.
... Crap he thought. But just then, it began to rain. First a few drops, then pretty quickly it started pouring. The blood on the asphalt began to thin and would undoubtedly wash away during the shower.
He thanked his lucky stars and went back to the others, blood all over his clothes in a way only stabbing a guy and dumping a body could provide.
Once back in the gate, he shouted over the looming thunder.
"Grab the rest of the shit and I don't care how you shove it in that van, we need get out
NOW!"
He started jogging to the crane, but midway he stopped and turned around.
"Jaclyn," He shouted, tapping his wrist to indicate time. "Tomorrow at noon!"
What he had meant then was to meet him at the warehouse at that time. After that was said, he ran the rest of the way to crane, got in and moved it to the faraway bunker for storage. He dodged questions and looks as best he could, and went to leave the area separate from the others as soon as he had taken care of his end of the jack.
This thing had not gone as planned at all, but he'd have to figure out how the hell to make it all work, else his life as a free person in Musica was over.
The others were supposed to unload the paraphernalia back at HQ. Ryan was supposed to meet them there, but instead he'd go to his own apartment, and get rid of his clothes, take a shower, and ultimately try to figure out how to save himself if the clefs were to find the body any time soon.
genewen_elfen wrote: [serif]
Niall Myers|Elec[/serif]
[imgleft]
http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac149/animefreak_96/A_ni_me/guys129n.jpg[/imgleft]
I`ve got a lot going on inside
Don`t know if I can work things out this time
Need a little space to clear my mind
But I`ll be fine
Listening quietly as he always did, hands in his pockets, he waited as Tabby gave him his new assignment. He only briefly looked at the cello in the corner, though he was already going over how he would deliver it with the same amount of success as he had done already. He had already noticed that his deliveries that week had progressively gotten larger, kind of planning for it. He was just happy he didn't have to move anything like a grand piano or a drum set or something. A cello would be quite more convenient.
Don`t slip, it`s not always this cold
I`m tired of acting like I know
Am I searching for the answers
No one knows
His thoughts were tinged with the thought of the jack that night, so close yet so far away... Of course he wouldn't be intrusted with actually helping with the jack, since he was so new, but the thought of it wouldn't leave him alone. Though he knew he was probably wasn't that big of a deal, he couldn't help but imagine scenes of what he thought a jack would be like in his head.
Don`t slip, it`s not always this cold
I`m tired of acting like I know
Am I searching for the answers
No one knows
Niall nodded at his leader's suggestion that brought him back to reality before she went over to play on her bass, doodling music notes that barely made sense to him. Truly, he had just noticed the other members congregating around the base, listening to their music, few cradling instruments as if it were the most precious thing. In truth, he was a bit jealous of the brief cessation from their worries that the others seemed to attain when playing their instruments.
This song`s for everyone like me
Everyone not afraid to stand alone
And lonely
Can you identify with me?
This song`s for everyone like you
Come and ride with me
We will not back down
His whole life, he had never so much as thought of an instrument, doing and thinking everything his parents told him. Instruments are evil. Music is a sin. He had always seemed rather dead to himself. The day he had first heard an instrument, a mixture of pain and pleasure, he seemed to come alive again. He didn't know if his parents had seen the difference, though they must have. He couldn't help but look down at his hands. The thought of an instrument in there playing music. It sounded like a fantasy.
Wait
It might not be too late
To avoid the tension we create
How about I turn and walk away?
No matter what you say
Then as if reading his mind, Tabby said, absentmindedly,"Who knows. If you do a good job here, maybe you'll get your own instrument afterwards..." The thought kind of intrigued him a bit.
Its not a combination
I`ve tried to figure you out
I`m looking for the confirmation
So I can turn this around
Before he could think on the idea any further, footsteps announced the arrival of another person to the little group of people. It was Brie, the Electronica leader's right hand who seemed a bit icy at times, and playful at others. Or that's what he thought from the few times he had actually seen her that week.
And I must confess
Before I take another step
That
But now that she was there, Niall returned his eyes to Tabitha, ready for whatever she had to tell him when Brie was to arrive.
This song`s for everyone like me
Everyone not afraid to stand alone
And lonely
Can you identify with me?
This song`s for everyone like you
Come and ride with me
We will not back down 
