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Post by Rojo on Jun 11, 2009 14:28:41 GMT -5
((Screw it. I may hate myself and despise everything that I write, but I want to do some damn roleplaying. It's what I'm (partly) here for and it's what I'll do, damn it! I have rights!))
A man walks amongst the crumbling houses. His name is Ezio.
He is dressed most strangely for someone around these parts. He sports a faded yellow macintosh and a gas mask covering his face. His step is purposeful yet inquisitive, treading as if he knows this place yet has not been here in quite a while. The only noises to be heard on this empty street are the rustlings of Ezio's clothing and the sound of a door creaking eternally.
The world looked grey from under his mask and all this did was make it all the more depressing. No matter where he looked Ezio only saw a broken echo of the city this once had been. So long ago this place had been something different, something strong, something more. Now it was a burnt-out shell of its former glory where corrupt leaders lied to the population, feeding propaganda into the gullible minds of the people. Ezio knew not much of the Old World, but he did know it was definitely better than this one. As he walked he wondered what it had been like to live in such a time before all this fighting and hate and lies. But he turned his thoughts away from the past and to the present. His father had an old saying: "We are here and this is now."
Ezio interpreted this as "You do the job that is infront of you." And right now Ezio's job was staying out of trouble. Nevermind the Old World, nevermind what had been and what could not. Life was hard enough and the now and thinking like that could get a man seriously beaten up.
He walked on.
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Post by Seven on Jun 12, 2009 8:15:29 GMT -5
((*smacks Rojo's forehead* FINALLY YOU FIGURED IT OUT! *inhales* Thank you!
Oh, btw, I'm so happy you started this thread! I was intending to start a thread in labyrinth, but I kept feeling I was out of time before I could get to posting. That, and I had to think of somehow to drag you into it, along with Mireta and Scruffy. Now, half the work is done! Mwhaha!))
There was no sound of footsteps, where ever Acala lead her group of Rebels, only the slight sound of shuffling which could have easily been mistaken for the wind through broken windows and over stony gravel. Being the late of night, they had to be quiet after all, to not alert anyone to suspicious activity, though it 'technically' was not a crime to be out after dusk. They had to be careful.
Perched silently behind the ledge of one building's roof is where Acala was, now alert as she heard the footsteps of someone or something walk. From what she could hear alone, he seemed to walk just a little heavier than the average person, either weighted with fat, gear....or more likely the unusual muscle Forsakens had. Listening a bit more carefully, she thought she could pick out the slightly rubbery sound of someone wearing boots, which, in its own way, could be an indication of a person. Forsaken had no need of boots, after all.
Acala turned back to the group, more importantly Elise. Being in company, they could speak to one another, and being night, they could barely see each other as well. So instead, the dark skinned woman took Elise's hands in her own and fervently began moving them in hers. She was signing, knowing that Elise would be able to pick up the message through touch. Though Acala couldn't feel it, she knew Elise had nodded since the woman quietly slipped away from her touch and disappeared back down to the street from which they had come.
A moment later, Ezio could here stumbling through the streets of snow and dirt, and shortly later he could see that a woman had approached him. A bit of light reflected off her over sized glaces, but in the darkness, it would have been to make out any colors on her or many facial features.
"Umm...excuse me..." the woman's tone was soft and fragile.
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Post by Rojo on Jun 12, 2009 9:38:41 GMT -5
((I do try. And fail.))
Ezio paused for a moment as a young woman approached him. Then he continued walking. What buisness could she have with him? Then she called out to him. Ezio froze in place like a statue mid-step, eyeing her suspiciously.
His first thought was muggers. It was a well-known tactic to distract someone while the other snuck up on you. Then he thought more clearly. This was just some woman, though he couldn't see her face and a more sinister part of his brain suggested this was to lull him into a false sense of security. He tensed his muscles, ready to sprint off quickly.
"What?" Ezio said, a little rudely and muffled. "What do you want?" He tried again, a little less tense.
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Post by Seven on Jun 12, 2009 9:45:36 GMT -5
Elise seemed to shift uncomfortably at the sound of his voice, his harsh stance, and what she imagined must have been a glare behind his unusual mask. She referenced none of these things though, or his unusual attire, but for a moment, she so desperately wanted to look up to the group...Acala, for reassurance and guidance. She wouldn't, of course, do that and give their position away. After all, they didn't know who this stranger was, or if his outfit was an elaborate way to hide Forsaken qualities.
"Well...umm..I'm sorry to disturb you...I didn't mean to interrupt...but my friend has gone missing...hence why I am out so late. My name is Rita," she knew from Acala to always give a false name when dealing with people at night. My friend is fairly young, 16... a cute girl with long brown hair in braids. By any chance....have you seen anyone like that?"
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Post by Rojo on Jun 12, 2009 9:49:23 GMT -5
Ezio listened carefully. For a moment he almost relaxed, afraid he had scared the poor girl, then his paranoia returned and he resumed his harsh stance. He clenched and unclenched his hands and narrowed his eyes.
"I see a lot of people..." he replied in a voice that was deadly calm. He opened his ears for the sound of approaching footsteps from behind.
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Post by Seven on Jun 12, 2009 9:54:56 GMT -5
But none came. The Rebels were careful to hide well and not move. Only the wind moved around the pair. Elise tone became distant and somber, especially when the man spoke in such a manner. Wrapping her arms around herself to keep warm now that she wasn't moving speedily as she had with the Rebels, she just says, "Ahh...I see....well....thank you..." and she starts to turn away.
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Post by Rojo on Jun 12, 2009 10:02:16 GMT -5
Ezio watches the girl as she turns away, thinking her to look a bit sad. He turned his head around to look behind him quickly, then surveyed the rooftops. Nothing there...wait, was that a flash of clothing? No, couldn't be...best keep an eye out though, just in case. He looked into the dark shadows of a nearby alley. Nothing there either. He turned his gaze back to the girl.
All this happened in about two seconds.
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Post by Seven on Jun 12, 2009 10:07:05 GMT -5
By that time, Elise was already walking away, readying herself to disappear into the shadows.
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Post by Rojo on Jun 12, 2009 10:14:14 GMT -5
Ezio stood stock still, waiting for the girl disappear. Something about her didn't seem right...
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Post by Seven on Jun 12, 2009 10:17:49 GMT -5
And so Elise would turn the corner and disappear from his line of sight. And a couple seconds later, to the best of her ability, she would try and quietly get back up to the roofs via a broken down fire escape.
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Post by Rojo on Jun 12, 2009 10:28:52 GMT -5
Ezio waited a few more seconds, ready for a suprise attack, then he moved into the alley to his left and leaned against a wall.
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Post by Seven on Jun 12, 2009 10:34:00 GMT -5
Elise made it back to the others. She shakes her head sadly. Acala closes her eyes and nods. This inquiry had ended unsuccessfully. They would just have to keep looking.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 12, 2009 10:49:45 GMT -5
Rather than creeping about the rooftops and shadows as the Rebels were wont to do, Mireta, her heavily covered and green friend by her side, moved in her regular and slithy fashion down the center of the narrow street. He turned with a fanged grin to her companion, asking at normal vocie volume, "Sso, Sscruffss.... Where iss thiss ssupplier I'm ssuppossed to lead you to?"
On the final flick of her tongue, she caught the scent of humans on the air, pinpointing a small group on the rooftop and a single entity in a nearby alleyway, but did not react to it. After all, she was already on a mission, and human didn't necessarily (though it usually did) mean enemy. Her lithe body tensed in case she needed to shift forms, but outwardly, her creepy, hlaf-smile stayed in place and fixed on Scruffy.
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Post by Pan on Jun 13, 2009 12:28:40 GMT -5
Scruffy's notices Mireta tensing up. she ask in her vary rough voice. "Mireta whats up? You smell a smooth skin?" Inwardly Scruffy hopes that they see no one; she just wants to get her string and go back to her nice out of the way home.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Jun 13, 2009 12:36:24 GMT -5
"Sseveral.... But perhapss they sshant causse uss any problemss..." The smile tewists up another quarter inch on one side. "Or perhapss they are ssmart enough not to tangle with a Forssaken...."
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