Adronis walked down the stairs of his mansion with a uninterested look plastered on his face. He was greeted by one of his maids once he made it to the bottom. "Good morning Mr. Adronis." The elderly woman bowed and he shook his head. "You can say Mr. to my father, for me it's just Adronis." He spoke politely to her. crossing his arms he walked into the kitchen to see his parents were already gone and at work. "Well they wake up early." He sighed sitting down at the kitchen table. Out of the plethera of things to eat, he only took an apple and a cup of orange juice. he drank the juice then was on his way out the door. Today was the day he was going to meet up with Dashal by the wall separating the two districts. He was nervous seeing it was his first time to go into Sinner territory.

He started the long walk to the wall early in the morning. once he approached the wall he made sure to look and see if anyone was around to see him. Now all he needed was Dashal and he would be on his way. He was nervous yet excited at the same time. It was going to be interesting to see how things would go once he was over the wall. To make sure he fit in, he wore a pair of skinny jeans and just a black t-shirt. It was the best he could do to dumb down his usual attire.

One word. Loud. that was what Roman was thinking as he walked down the street. It was like any place would be, the screeching sound of talking people along with the thumping of footsteps as well as the almost silent clink of coins in someone's pocket. It was rare you heard that clink and for a theif it would be the same as a deer to a game hunter, prime meat.

Roman wasn't that kind of person, like he ever could be after what had happened three years ago. He would never forget, his missing right eye reminded him of it every day. Though in some respects he thanked those who had done this to him, it had made him think clearly about the life of a criminal and what they would do. Before he may have considered theivery, it was easy as long as you didn't get caught and it put food on the table, never again. He continued walking looking up at the wall, he was close to it, not too close but close enough to know what it stated 'We are forever apart, never to be bound together because of our own selfish ties'.

Roman sighed, he was depressing himself again, he hated it when he did that, especialy since he was supposed to be an optimist, but even he couldn't put a cloak over reality and pretend it wasn't there.
"Agh... i gotta think of something else" he said "ok... what did i come here for?" he asked himself half in confusion and the other in hope of keeping his mind off Russia's situation. He had come to look for a job. He wasn't picky any job would do, like he had a choice anyway, you had a job and you were considered lucky. "Yep... good ol' Mother Russia... fuck this..." he mumered

The techno rhythm of music pulsed through Drake's body and at it's current volume felt as if it were reverberating individually off of his ribs. The vibrant, red headphones he wore on his head stood out in stark contrast against his otherwise dark outfit. He had his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he strolled down the sidewalk seemingly without a care in the world. He may have looked completely detatched from his surroundings and oblivious to the world around him, but he was paying perfectly good attention to what was going on around himself. In fact, should any sort of struggle arise, he had various knives hidden on his person should he need them. His parents weren't wealthy, as if that wasn't obvious by there standing on the opposite side of the wall, but there were people who targeted them in hopes of stealing the illegal items they sold. Once, when Drake was younger, a group of junkies attempted to kidnap him trying to use him as an exchange for free drugs.

It ended well, for Drake at least, his parents never did tell him what happened to the group afterwards but he imagined they were killed. His parents didn't have bodyguards, that was something only the Saints could afford, but they did have subordinates close enough to guards to handle the situation. Drake was unharmed in the end, but he started carrying weapons around to defend himself after that happened. The song switched over to a calmer, monotonous one and the blonde stopped in his tracks and looked at the tall structure before him. It was the wall. He eyed it dully with fading interest, it'd been there since before he was born. A concrete curtain separating the rich from the poor. He sometimes wondered what life was like on the other side. A few brave, or rather idiotic, souls dared to venture to the other side. Of course they were all apprehended before getting very far. It wouldn't surprise Drake in the least if they were shot as soon as they crossed over. The guards around the wall didn't tolerate any sort of foolery.

"I wonder if the food taste better." Drake spoke to himself before dismissing the question altogether. It was a waste of time daydreaming about how the other side lived. He wouldn't ever have the opportunity to experience the lavish lifestyle for himself, and for the sake of not depressing himself, he didn't use another second pondering on the subject. He turned on his heels, his jacket opening wider in the process to show off his bare torso. His boots thumped against the ground as he headed off into a random direction, no destination in mind. That was when he saw Roman, he would be able to spot him anywhere with that distinctive eyepatch he wore. Drake smirked and quickly closed the distance between himself and the other male. "Out enjoying the fresh air?" He chuckled as he fell in step beside Roman. He took the time to remove his headphones, something he only did when he was actually interested in hearing what someone had to say. "It's so nice out today. I haven't heard any blood curdling screams or sirens yet." He glanced over at Roman with his red eyes while folding his arms behind his head as he walked.

Roman looked to his right as he heard a familiar voice. It was Drake, who had taken off his red headphones, which honestly was quite rare for him to do in Roman's opinion.
"Yeah I guess you could say that... trying to look for a job again but finding a job here is like finding Gilligan’s lost treasure... so it's more wandering than anything" You wouldn't have thought that Roman and Drake would be friends, well even that term is used loosely, more people who meet each other sometimes, talk then leave each other again.

Drake’s parents were black market merchant, which Roman didn’t like. Drake also seemed to be a person who would rarely fight for anyone’s protection but his own, and when he was getting bored of course. There were many differences between the two but there were also some which were similar aspects about them. They both hated being classed as Sinners and looked down upon by the Saints, or as they were so called.

Roman sighed,
“Yet is a fundamental part of that sentence… you doing anything?” Roman looked at Drake, they were around the same height “this is getting a bit depressing so we can spar if you wish” he didn’t know whether he was saying that so Drake would have something to do or that he would have something to do, but it didn’t really matter now, nothing interesting was going to happen. Nothing interesting ever happened in the Sinner part of Russia, even murder or mass theft seemed to go into the white noise these days.

Sun shined through the windows, as the curtains were neatly tied to keep them open. Sun light poured into the room as if it overflowed into the place. A young man sat in the study as the sound of a beautiful violin would be heard playing throughout the home. Light brown eyes halfway closed,brown hair neatly tied back in a ponytail with a white silk and satin bow. Dressed in finest clothing, Cedric Pendrugon played the violin from the heart. Having written the songs for each one he played though it was instrumental, with no words. It also defined his thoughts. His heart going to the sinners, even though he was clearly no sinner but a saint. His opinion on them wasn't like his parents had as well as most sinners. Though he hadn't gone over to the sinner's side yet. He had planned on doing so soon enough. But in the meantime he played. He would be slowly almost done finishing his song,when the sound of a knock would be heard at the door to the study. Sitting in a expensive looking chair, Cedric stopped playing the violin as he noticed someone was trying to get his attent.
"Come in."
He said kindly, as soon as he had said it, a maid came inside bowing to him gracefully.
"Would the young master like anything to drink or eat? Can I get you anything Master Cedric?"
The maid would ask him softly as she waited for an answer. Cedric gave her a gentle smile.
"Gertrude, you know I prefer it if you just called me Cedric."
He answered her, she nodded silently though she knew his parents preferred her calling him by the proper way which she had just done so. Sighing, Cedric shrugged it off deciding there was no point in trying to change that about the maid.
"No thanks, I'm fine."
He finally answered her. She bowed again and left after he had convinced her that he didn't need anything for the moment. Once she was gone, Cedric stood up and headed towards where his violin case was, gently placing the fine instrument into the case, he gently closed it and placed it back where it was. Heading towards the window, Cedric pondered about going to look at the wall. Though he knew it would've been better to attempt going in the night, he decided that it didn't hurt to look at it and decide what area would be the easiest to climb over it without being seen as easily. He had already decided on wearing something of his that was a lot darker to not be as easily spotted.
Leaving the mansion that his parents lived in, it looked more like a manor then a mansion but he shrugged, his mother and father tended on overdoing things. Heading towards the wall once he arrived he studied it for awhile not daring to move from where he stood.

"Ah work, I always could take on my parent's profession and start selling some valuable items." Drake had a way of purring when he spoke, he never really paid much attention to it, but sometimes people gave him strange looks that he just wrote off as sheer rudeness. Even if he did know, it wasn't like he would change for anyone, that just wasn't in his nature. It was true though, if he really wanted to, his parents had bought the subject up quite a few times during those rare occurences when Drake was home for an extended period of time. He was very knowledgable in the art of selling illegal goods to the masses, but he never wanted to take on the job. He didn't like the idea of working for someone else, he was much too free-spirited for that. Even though his employers would be his own family, he was still opposed to the idea.

At Roman's mentioning of sparring Drake's eyes lit up with a spark of renewed interest. "Well it would give me something to do instead of wandering these filthy streets, and it's nice to fight without worrying about actually dying for a change." The straight line of his mouth turned up into a half-grin and he eagerly looked around for a good spot to stop. He had to choose wisely, some places that appeared to be vacant were actually occupied by one of the numerous street gangs that ran around the city. Drake had thought about joining one, but again, the thought of having to listen to someone elses orders turned him away.

"Here should be fine." He chose a lot of a building that was pretty much a pile of rubble. He could already see enough places for him to use to his advantage though. He reached into the inside of his jacket and revealed an elegantly curved dagger with his name engraved in black on the blade. It was actually a birthday gift, from when he turned fifteen, he loved the item and only used it with people he thought were worthy opponents. "Think fast!" He shouted quickly and started running towards Roman with his dagger held out to the side. He'd put some good distance between himself and his sparring partner and now hurdled himself over a low wall of debris and at Roman. At times like these, Drake was the most invested in life. He didn't seem to care much at other times, but when fighting, he was completely focused and energetic.

Roman gave a slight growl when Drake mentioned going into his parent's profession
"Do as you wish... but i still don't like it" he said. Then Drake started looking for a space to spar with Roman, being wary of all the numerous areas that were owned by the many stree gangs which populated sinner Russia, some of which Roman had fought in the past and so had been added to their hit list, though only as a small threat, he didn't like to stand out too much.

He walked with Drake to an almost collasped building, rubble cluttering up the whole area and pieces of what had been the walls still upright and strong, through slightly pointed.
"Think fast!" As Drake shouted this Roman was already ready. Normally Roman didn't react fast at all, always lagging behind, but in combat Roman seemed to become light-footed and club-fisted, his good left eye brighting as he saw rake charge at him, bringing up his dagger, which had his name on it to attack Roman.

Roman smiled evily and then time seemed to slow to a crawl. Roman grinned as he saw Drake leap over some rubble, the briskly moved to the side of Drake's blow, so his torso was barely an inch from Drake's side. Then he put out his right foot, hopefully tripping Drake up, though he also move his right fist to hit Drake in the back of the head. Roman had been planning, behind him had been a bit of the wall that still remained upright slightly pointy at the top, if Drake had been tripped he would be heading for either the spike or the solid wall.
"Too slow"

Adronis wandered the wall until he saw a family friend. "Cedric!" He called out before running over to the male. "Hello long time no see. The last time I saw you was at the dinner a month ago." Cedric was someone he could always stand in this awful city. "Here looking at the wall too? I always wondered what would be in store for me if I were to go over it." His eyes looked at the wall almost like it was a dream of some sort. "Well I think today is the day I will see what is on the other side. We can't always be stuck in our wonderland while others are in poverty right?" Adronis smiled at Cedric. He looked at the wall one last time before taking any type of action. "I found a whole in the wall and it is covered by some bushes." His voice was more hushed now, seeing he didn't want anyone to hear about it. "Come on it's a once in a lifetime chance." A smile danced along the corners of his lips as he continued to walk towards the entrance he found a couple days earlier. "It let's out by an abandoned building." His eyes stared intently at the spot of bushes he was talking about previously.

"I can't go in these." Adronis glanced down at his clothes. In a split second he tore a whole in his shirt and in his pants. He roughed his hair up out of its usual style. "This is going to be fun." It couldn't have been all that bad on the other side right? He crawled into the bushes and to the other side of the wall. It was like stepping into a war zone. Nothing was the same as the other side. The only thing the two sides shared in common was they both had human beings. His eyes widened when it sounded like people were fighting in a tattered looking building. His eyes scanned the area, and once deemed safe, he walked towards the noise. He stood just outside a broken window and saw two men fighting. He could tell if they had dressed up a little they would look pretty good. He took a step closer and almost fell. Luckily for him he caught himself. Adronis crept around and eventually made his way into the building.

Cedric glanced at the sound of his name being called to look at Adronis. A smile crept onto Cedric's face. "Adronis, hey long time no see indeed." He answered back with a smile. He was glad to see an old friend again. Watching his friend running over to him, a chuckle escaped his throat as he smiled almost as if he had something going on that no one knew about. Like a huge secret. "I know it's been a long while. I'm sorry about that. I've been pressured by father to take an interest in joining the family business. Such a bore. I don't want to go into it. But father tells me I need to stop being so childish. He's one to talk." Cedric answered as he explained to Adronis why he hadn't been seen for a month. He hadn't meant to be away even if he was stuck in the mansion learning business, was such a boredom really. Hearing Adronis's question he smiled and nodded his head. "Yep." He answered his friend. "I'm considering going over." He admitted quietly only for Adronis to hear him. Hearing his friend he chuckled realizing he wasn't the only one who wanted to see on the other side. "Let's go over together then." He said with a smile as he nodded his head in agreement. Following Adronis over, he had ripped his clothing up before he had arrived due to figuring his clothing wasn't as great. However he would undo his bow and tucked it into his worn out boots as he messed his hair up as well. He watched Adronis doing the same, once they were done they both snuck over on the other side. Cedric followed Adronis quietly as he noticed two guys fighting as well in some old looking building. He watched quietly. However he noticed Adronis about to fall as he reached out and tried to help his friend by trying to catch him. Though he hadn't been able to reach im in time he sighed relieved that his friend was able to steady himself anyways. Cedric followed behind entering the building as well.

Only secounds after Roman had executed his move on Drake he heard something, it was just at the edge of his hearing but e could hear a shuffling sound as someone saved themself from falling
Does this spot belong to a gang as well? No when gangs stalk you they are much more careful... or they charge out at you
He looked around, barely concentrating on Drake anymore
"Where are you? What are you doing here?" he decided that he would stop the spar for now. If Drkae had been tripped up Roman had now grabbed onto his jacket neck, pulling him back up. He wispered into his ear.
"Someone's in here... you look over to the left, i'll look over to the right... there is loads of rubble here so don't count that out as a hiding place, these people may be experienced" with that he broke away from Drake and started scanning the right of the building, he may have lost sight in one eye but his other eye was still like a hawk, able to detect slight movement, it was probably some sort of constulation for losing his other eye.
"Come on out... us Sinners shouldn't be hurting out own kind should we? I know you are probably just looking for food or something but neither of us have anything for you... survival of the fittest they say... or in this survival of the one with the biggest paycheck at the end of the month..." while he was talking he still searched, these people were good hiders, or they had already left the building.

Adronis checked behind him to make sure Cedric was still there. Once it was confirmed he was, he kept walking. When he saw the two stopped fighting his eyes widened seeing they must have heard him almost falling. He grabbed Cedric's collar and pulled him down with him behind a metal pillar. "This isn't good." Adronis whispered to his friend. He closed his eyes as if it was going to stop the two Sinners from seeing him. Placing his hand on the ground he didn't notice the sharp metal below it, and ended up slicing the palm of his hand. Why was he so clumsy today? It was clear he was extremely nervous which was causing him to act this way. "Ouch! Jeez that hurt like Hell!" He shot up from behind the pillar grabbing onto his hand.

"I'm so sorry Cedric, but wow that really hurt." He knew if he added pressure the bleeding would stop. Adronis looked up at the pair searching for them. "We don't want any trouble." He shook his head and hands trying to show he had no weapons. His heart felt Luke it could beat right out of his chest. "I'm Adronis and this is my friend Cedric, we were just looking around." He hoped his story was believable. "We can just leave now." Looking down at Cedric, he was waiting for his approval before they left. He wasn't sure if he wanted to stat and talk or run like mad like he wanted to. "It's up to you friend."

Cedric wasn't too far behind Adronis. Watching his friend stop and pull at him as they quickly went down behind a pillar. Cedric nodded to Adronis showing his agreement. "What should we do?"
He whispered back to Adronis. He heard the voices and hoped they weren't going to get beaten up as Cedric had heard about there being gangs in the sinner side, though he wasn't looking for a fight. However hearing Adronis Cedric glanced down at his friends injury, watching Adronis standing up suddenly, Cedric followed after him as he ripped a part of his shirt so that he could use it to bandage Adronis' hand which he would do to stop the bleeding. His clothing was pretty much a loss cause anyways. Hearing his friend's apology, he shook his head.
"Don't worry about it, Adronis. You couldn't help but hurt yourself. We'll be alright."
He answered his friend. Though he hoped they would be. Hearing his friend's words, as Adronis tried to convince them they didn't want any trouble he decided to speak as well.
"We are un-armed and like my friend said. We aren't looking for trouble. We don't wish for a fight."
Cedric said loud enough to be heard but not loud where he was being obnoxious or anything like that. Cedric rested his hands freely along his sides showing them he clearly had no weapons. Hearing his friend telling the two guys who were looking for them their names, he would hope that they would believe them when they did speak the truth. Hearing his friend mentioning about leaving, he glanced at Adronis as well. "I agree with my friend, just say the words...if you wish it we'll leave right now and leave you be. We're sorry if we intruded." Cedric answered nodding silently at his friend.

At first Roman heard and saw nothing, thinking maybe the people had left, but then he heard someone say something
"Ouch! Jeez that hurt like Hell!" then he saw someone shoot up from a metal pillar holding their hand, which was bleeding. Roman couldn't resist smiling, it was his mashocist tendencies that made him smile at blood.

"We don't want any trouble...I'm Adronis and this is my friend Cedric, we were just looking around...We can just leave now...It's up to you friend."
The man, who now identified himself as Adronis, seemed to be trying to convince Roman of him not being a threat. To Roman this was fishy at first glance, the Sinners knew the condiction in whiuch they lived, they always bigged themselves up, made themselves sound dangerous so no-one would try and hurt them. At least they had weapons. Another man came from behind the pillar, bandaging up Adronis's hand, this was most likely Cedric.

"We are un-armed and like my friend said. We aren't looking for trouble. We don't wish for a fight...I agree with my friend, just say the words...if you wish it we'll leave right now and leave you be. We're sorry if we intruded."
There it was again.
Roman sighed and walked up to the two, he looked at them with a lazy eye then suddenly came alive, grabbing them by their collars. He made to bonk them together but stopped, dropping them again.

"You two must be some of the stupidest sinners i have ever seen, don't you know how dangerous it is here" he didn't know if these men were sinners or not, but it would be good to try and become their friend and find out who they were "you should always carry a weapon with you or know how to fight... i didn't know how to fight and look what happened to me" he pointed to his eye-patch "the name is Romanape, but everyone calls me Roman... this here is Drake" he pointed to Drake "you can leave if you wish but you won'[t make it far... you guys look like newbies to me"