Tyrell Nguyen's Story

[centre]Misery Dharcholme[/centre]

Misery woke up on the floor of the room she is using. She yawned sleepily streching her whole body out. As she left her room she remembered that she had a meeting today with the other gangs the keys, the Sirens and the the poisons. Misery groaned and said aloud

" I suppose I should go and get ready for."

She walked back to her room. Misery looked in her wardrobe, she was not going to wear her usual out fit. Instead she looked out one of her two suits. Misery went for the black one. she got dressed, the trousers showed of he hips and the sour jacket was low cut by she had a white top on under it, she also put on a pair if heels in which she could still run in if she had too. After all she was going to make a treaty with three other gangs she did not trust, but she was sure none of them trusted her or her gang.

She was dressed and she was now deciding who she was taking with her and she knew she was taking Evader for sure and also Tyrell. She started to think about the other gangs

The Sirens: A Bunch of whip swing pink girls, Misery did not mind pink but she also thought that there is a tolerable amount of pink and to much pink and the sirens go overboard with. The amount of the Color they wear could repaint the whole Bullets hideout and almost makes misery abut sick. And she trusted them the least
The Keys: the classical gang she never had much problem with them so she never had a reason to dislike them but she still did not trust them, yes more than the siren but still little.
The Poisons: this was the gang that always left her wanting to know more she trusted them the most out if the other two gangs but still not as much as her own gang.

She could not shake the felling that one if them would do something to jeopardize this treaty. Misery walked out of her room and walked to Tyrell's room knocked on the door and shouted

"Hey Tyrell, wake up you lazy bag of bones we have business to take care of."

Misery stood there waiting for him to answer the door as this was his room with his stuff and she did not like her privacy being intruded on so she would not do intrude on anyone else. She stood there with her hands in her pockets and her head down with her long red hair falling over her face covering her blue eyes.

"Oh my Jesus! Misery!", Tyrell mumbled under his breath as he awoke. He pulled his head up and slowly moved his power ranger sheets off of him. He had went to bed late last night despite knowing he had to wake up for the treaty. Like usual he made his way to the door slow and dreadful as he opened the door. Misery's red hair was all over her face. "Misery, why do you look like you just got in a fight with your hair dresser?" He raised his eyebrows and slowly nodded his head as he made his way to the bathroom.

As he brushed his teeth he pondered on the treaty. Hopefully no one would break it.  He had never been a negative person but he would have his ears raised for any sort of rotten plotting. He had no hatred for any particular gang but a very loyal bullet. So he guessed he sort of had a vendetta towed all the other gangs. He had little trust for anyone besides his gang. It took him a while to trust anyone besides Misery. 

He walked to his closet, tooth brush in mouth, and Deodorant in hand. He opened the closet door and thought of what to wear. Maybe his usual purple suit that he happened to have about 10 off and his purple shoes. He quickly dressed himself as he made his way back into his bathroom. Tyrell put away his brush and deodorant as he made his way past Misery. "So what's for breakfast?" He flashed his teeth at Misery. 

"AND DON'T COME BACK!" Red stumbled out of the underground club, and shoved the bouncers off his arms. He glared at the woman who stood in the entrance, as her guards slouched back to her. "Not like I want to return to this shithole." The club owner crossed her tattooed arms, furious expression becoming even more wrathful; "You wrecked my club Red! A total massacre! I swear- If I ever see you again, I will KILL you!" She spat the words at him like poison. Red's scowl turned up into a smirk; "Yeah Lisa, you and the hundreds of others who want my hide... Well," He met her eyes lazily, saluting the woman with bloody fingers; "I'll be off now. It was fun." "RED! Shove it up your-" He laughed over her tantrum while he walked away; "You'll miss me."

It's been too long since the last time I was in a bar fight. Red smiled down at his arm, the gash across it seeping blood Another scar to add to the collection. He shrugged off his jacket under a flickering street lamp, and removed his white tee shirt. The streets were dark, and silent; the sun only just showing it's rays over the city's horizon. Red wound the cloth around the wound, pulling the makeshift bandage tight with his good hand, and his teeth. How was I supposed to know she was his girlfriend? ... Shit. The skirmish had escalated; people racketing each other up, 'till the whole club was fighting. Strangers hitting each other just to hit shit. The bass playing in the background, chicks screaming, bottles breaking over heads. Insane. Red's smile faded, as he pulled on his jacket over his bare chest. Another club he would never return to. Didn't really matter- nothing lasted long here. Slitted eyes took in his surroundings as he ran his fingers through his hair. He was forgetting something. Taking a deep breath of cold morning air, he tried to rid his head of the fog that always settled over it after... Drinking, and partying, and drinking... ~Yo ho ho, and we drown our woes...~ In alcohol. Lots of it. Bless the damn stuff. It was such a release, not having to act civil... It brought out the best in him.

"Ugh, what was it?" Red shuffled down the cracked sidewalk, hands in his pockets, staring down at the cotton bandage that was slowly turning red. "Goddamn it. I can't remember." I hate when I can't remember... Dark green eyes regarded the brightening horizon with disgust, his strides becoming slightly longer. Better get "home" before Dark gets fussy. She always had something she wanted him to do. To "fix". Usually if she told him, he forgot; and she had the nasty habit of putting him in his place. That place wasn't fun. If she threatens my beer again- I am moving out. Red liked to believe he had a choice, but the truth was; he owed her, and her gang, for saving his sorry ass two years ago. They gave him lodging, some cash, food ... and put his "skills" to work. Whatever morals he still held kept him coming back to them; like a dog on a leash. That, and he got bored far too easily.

The long trek took him to the better part of the city; the cleaner, less chaotic part. The main reason being it was Bullet territory, and anyone who valued their reproductive capabilities knew not to fuck with the Bullets. Red's mouth twisted; Step out of line, and they just might send their psycho dog after you... He wasn't too fond of being told what to do, but then again, the restraints he worked within were often blurred. As long as he got his, Red was fine with doing their dirty work. He ascended the stairs slowly, shoving the key into the lock, and announcing himself by throwing the door open with a bang.
Red strode into the dimly lit room, his eyes going straight to the table as a sweet smell assaulted his nostrils. "Someone make pancakes?" He crossed over to the plates, staring down at the flapjacks, then across to the tactician. His stomach rumbled. "Thanks man... What's the occasion?" He pulled out a seat and sat down heavily, taking a stab at a pancake. Whoa, sugar much? After he had scarfed the last bite, he stood, taking the plate to the sink and dumping it there. His stomach growled again. Ugh. Don't know if that was smart... If this comes back to haunt me, I'ma be pissed... Red glanced awkwardly over at the thin man who sat strangely in his chair reading. L creeped him out. On a daily basis. But... He did have a strange sort of kindness when it came to his fellow Bullets.

Crap, that's right...! Dark was going to be so cross with him. Red groaned internally. Some sort of intense shit was going down today; What was it? A meeting? Right... A meeting of Gangs. He sighed, stripping off his jacket, careful of his injured arm. Damn. I'm not drunk enough yet for this sort of thing... Not that he couldn't give less of a damn about the other gangs; he hadn't actually had any encounters with them in the past, but why now all of a sudden? He would be walking in blind- everything about "the others" he had to go on was basically stories, and background information that L had provided him with over the years. Sure, there had been some skirmishes with them once in a while- but nothing huge. Nothing that required a "Meeting".
Eh, whatever. Maybe some fun will come of it. Throwing his jacket over his shoulder he walked into the hall, on the way to the bathroom, stoping at the sight of the Bullet's Leader. "Oh, 'scuse me Boss..." Red flashed her a smile, maneuvering past her; half naked and splattered in blood- something actually quite normal for him. He winked, a teasing glance; "Like what you see?" Ever the flirt, Red... No self-control. Well of course. Being serious is no fun...

The man shut the bathroom door, turning on the shower and waiting for it to heat. "... I look like hell..." He sighed to his reflection, then stripped as he pulled off the makeshift bandage and stepped under the hot torrent, letting it wash the night away. Red dried himself quickly with a towel; ruffling freshly-washed hair, before opening the cabinet quickly and pulling out a roll of bandages. Running low... Going to have to get some more later... He wound the bandage around his arm with an expert hand, covering the wide, but shallow gash. Meh. It was decent, at least he didn't have to stitch it this time. Grabbing his discarded clothes, Red made his way to his room. Let's see... that shirt, those pants, a jacket, and.. a tie. Should be good enough for the Boss... He laughed to himself quietly; Gotta keep up appearances... Wouldn't want them thinking I'm a street boy. Red didn't bother adjusting the loose tie as he narrowed his eyes in the mirror. "I can't wait to play this new game."

Tein flashed his pearly white at her and she just turned up the corner of her mouth.

"I don't really know what we are having, but first I will have to go and get Red up "

Dark then saw Red run by he and said

"Oh, 'scuse me Boss...".................."Like what you see?"

She groaned at him and said

" Well now we knew hes up and now I wonder If L's up..."

She had a thoughtful look upon her face and she was walking towards the kitchen. When she got there she saw L there, sitting in a suit and and his legs at his chest. This boy had never really scared her just sort of creepy but Dark did not really mind. She looked around the Kitchen and she smelt pancakes, She looked at L and smiled a little but enough to say thank you. Dark walked over to the table and sat down, took of her dress jacket and ate the pancakes. She looked at L and then round the room. She said to L

" It is good to see that you are wearing a suit"

She looked back to the plate she was almost finished. when she was in fact done she picked up her plate, walked over to the sink and washed the plate as she was not in the habit of letting anyone wash her dishes. She dried it and put it back in its cupboard. Dark got a drink of water and sit back down as today off all days was not the time to have a drink in her opinion, if all went well today then she will side down and have a good drink with the gang. Dark took a sip of the water and the said to both L and Tein

" What do think about the treaty we are 'hoping' to make?"

Dark knew what she thought but she wanted to hear the thoughts off her gangs as most off all her decisions are actually based on what the group think, even if the group did not realize it but She did take a hell of alot more consideration for her gang. Dark lifted her arm and laid her head on her hand and wrist waiting for their answers.

Tien knocked on the bathroom door. "Your alive once again, I don't see how you do it Red". He made his way down the stairs as he heard Dark's question. 

"What do think about the treaty we are 'hoping' to make?"

Before answering the question, Tien ate his pancakes in less than a minute and put the plate in sink for someone to wash and put up later. He sat down by Dark and put his feet up in Red's chair, despite the fact he knew he would be made when he came down. He wasn't scared of Red, and if he asked nicely he would move.

"Well I really don't care much about any of the other gangs in the treaty. I only care about how it affects us". Tien turned to L and thanked him with his fork in the air. Tien began talking to Dark again. "I think maybe one of the other gangs will break it, but that just means we have to be ready for anything. Not to mention lesser gangs trying to break it up". Tien knew how much Dark depended on the gang to make decisions sometimes. So he tried his best to cover all of his doubts. 

 

As Leo read his book, the door opened with a bang, and he turned his head so the corner of his eye could catch the figure. Red. Evander, his name actually was though. L remembered the very first time he had seen him, lying on the couch across his chair, looking pretty messed. He remembered that day specifically because it was when he had (unsuccesfully) stolen a bunch of painkillers from the doctor to quench his morphine addiction. The doc promised not to tell anyone but promises are cheap. When he left, L's center of interest became Unconscous Red. Only so many hours can go by before even L can get tired of staring. So he started to poke the limp body with the end of a broom. It was fun.

For a short while of course. Imagine Red's surprise to find a creepy skinny guy staring over his body. The rest was history. The only problem was now conscious Red who L can't understand his routine of drink, fight, flirt, get hurt doing one of the three and repeat for some strange reason. Unconscious Red was so much easier to understand: He just...layed there. That didn't mean he hated Red. Matter of fact he secretly envies the bastard, for his strength, suave with the ladies, handsomeness, about everything that L didn't have. Did that give L reason to hate him? No, he decided. It's not like Red is intentionally like that just to rub it in L's face BUT if he was...well, he was doing too much of a good job.

Wait...he said something...something about an occasion? Oh well. Just as his eyes were going to back on the book; he heard Dark's voice. He sighed and threw the book behind him quickly. L knew that when Dark was up, everyone else would be up soon, and all the sweet quiet time will be over. Dark was a beautiful woman, the sort that you'd expect would be the daughter of a wealthy man, not the leader of a notorious gang but it hadn't affect her beauty either way. It was strange how she was slightly withdrawn from the gang and took comfort in books, just like L. He remembered seeing her in a fight only once, kicking the enemy with such a fluid movement of her leg as if she was slicing the air in half. She complimented his suit, L didn't say anything but his lips were slightly curved upwards, and he nodded. Dark nearly finished her pacakes when she asked what they thought of the treaty.

L turned his head to only just notice Tien. Interested in what Tien wanted to say, he stayed quiet, and wondered if gold or rubbish was going to take his voice.
...Rubbish. L thought, smiling back at the paradox of Tien, who's worries was of someone breaking the treaty.
"No one's going to break the treaty." L announced. "It sends the wrong message: 'Richard Grant is not our enemy but everyone else is.' It's suicide if a single gang breaks the treaty of four because the remaining three has enough man power and capability to easily wipe out the single defiant gang." He stopped for a minute and started to rock his body back and forth.
"The treaty is the easy part and I whole heartedly support it. It's what happens afterwords that counts. Let's say a year has passed and we haven't accomplished anything. Do we go back to fighting each other or extend the treaty? What if we liberted a Politia controlled city? Or a country? What if, despite all odds and bounds of logic, all of us take down Richard Grant? What happens then? Unite the gangs together? Kill each other and winner takes over the city, country, possibly the world?"

L paused, took a deep breath, and walked back into the kitchen. He pulled out a low drawer and layed his weapons inside out on the table. There was a thin clclidrical shaped grenade with multiple holes in the body, a butterfly knife, and a trenchknife with a small sheath that is going to hang from his belt. As he hid each weapon under his clothing, except the trenchknife which hung on the waist of his dress pants, he spoke again: "Assuming that we don't die during the process. I don't know why lesser gangs are trying to stop the treaty unless maybe they were being payed by someone as an incentive. I'm positive we've already got Richard's attention and we can't go back."

Tying up his laces, Red grabbed the spiked brass knuckles that resided beside him on the bed. He stuck them in the back pockets of his jeans as he made his way down the hall, and back to the common room. "Hey L, you think it would be a good idea to bring the bat-?" He stopped in the entrance way; L sat with his back facing him- the tactician was speaking to his commanders. Red shut his mouth, trying to hear.

"... treaty is the easy part and I whole heartedly support it. It's what happens afterwords that counts. Let's say a year has passed and we haven't accomplished anything. Do we go back to fighting each other or extend the treaty? What if we liberted a Politia controlled city? Or a country? What if, despite all odds and bounds of logic, all of us take down Richard Grant? What happens then? Unite the gangs together? Kill each other and winner takes over the city, country, possibly the world?"

Red stared. Shit. Aaaand that was why he was the tactician. L was just too smart. Always ahead of everyone else. Red had learned not to question him during his time with the Bullets. Often, L would suggest a target, and the boss would send Red out on "assignment". Sometimes they were people with seemingly no connection at all to the gang's affairs, and yet, a few days later, Red was always glad he got to the fucker first. That was L's skill- preemptive strikes. The strategies that kid came up with.... Dude needed to get himself a girl.

So... Richard Grant huh? And a treaty between the gangs... Red frowned. He didn't like that idea. It meant he would have to deal with controlling his disposition; it had been hard enough to get used to the three personalities that resided with him in the base. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he was it was not a good idea. Why should he temper himself for those they had been in constant bloodshed with, from before he had even joined their ranks? He was sure he wasn't the only one who felt this way. Red's hands clenched in his pockets. It was his job to keep them safe... Or at least in one piece. From his point of view, this meeting could very easily turn into a bloodbath. All for what? To bring down that tyrant Richards? Red's devil-may-care attitude, and his stubborn refusal to die, had allowed him to get out of some very sketchy situations in his sad excuse for a life. But even he questioned the sanity of this treaty. Richard Grant's empire was strong... His men were strong... and they had the annoying tendency of traveling in packs.

Red strode over to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. He mulled over what L had said, but found it hard to wrap his mind around that future "what if". He didn't do long term. He took his orders and acted immediately. The man took a swig, and set it on the counter; watching L pull out some weapons, and shook his head. He keeps them in the strangest places... I swear I could open any cabinet in here and find a switchblade, or a butterfly knife, or a-

Red cast a glance at the stun grenade and chuckled. It was a sort of merciful kindness. He'd never seen him use it, but Red preferred a more hands-on approach. L usually fitted him with different weapons depending on who he was going up against. However, all three gangs had different styles. Red smirked. That was fine. It was a peaceful "treaty" after all... And he knew how to improvise. Cooler heads had better prevail. Otherwise... Red grinned, remembering the last time Tien had to tackle him. Did they really expect him to work alongside rival gang members? Well... I suppose if they're hot, I won't complain too much... Red finished his water, running a hand down his face as the buzz from the alcohol slowly wore off. He was pretty sure Dark wouldn't let him take a bottle with him.

L spoke again; "Assuming that we don't die during the process. I don't know why lesser gangs are trying to stop the treaty unless maybe they were being payed by someone as an incentive. I'm positive we've already got Richard's attention and we can't go back." That was true. It was strange to see so many new gangs popping up all over the place. I guess that settles it then.

Straightening his jacket, A sly grin crossed Red's face; "Well. We're not getting anywhere just sitting around. Let's crash this party."