Snippet #1633423

“Hey Michael, go with Firo to the meeting, I’m going to go with Rin and talk to Ms. Gangjeon, and her second-in-command.” Rin glanced back at Stella when she looked over at her, “Let’s go, I really don’t want to be late.” With that said, Stella turned and left to find a change of clothes.

Rin nodded in affirmative, “Let me change.” She said, looking down at her black shorts and a baggy t-shirt. Without waiting for her to answer her, Rin took off to her room, her strides becoming longer as she tried to hurry up. Once again, she opened her closest door and looked at the dresses that hung from the hangers, falling gently to the floor, hovering just above it so they weren’t ruined.

Seeing that her favorite indigo dress was too long for the event, Rin chose a royal blue dress that came to just above her knees in the front, and just below her knees in the back. The softness of the silk crepe chiffon caressed her hands as she took it off the hanger, slipping off her shorts and shirt in the process. Standing in her bra and panties, Rin untied the back of the dress and slipped into it easily, the fabric gilding across her skin smoothly. Her hands rose to slide behind her neck, tying the small string that held the front of the dress together. Rin turned to the mirror that doubled as the back of her closet door, staring at herself in the dress. The royal blue didn’t quite match her bright sea blue eyes, instead, they made them stand out more. The plunging neckline gave her just a bit of cleavage, enough to satisfy the men, but not enough to make the dress appear slutty on her. Her hair was still pinned back with the simple clips, so Rin slowly pulled them out, ruffling her hair to give it a messier, yet sexy look. With a small smile, she closed the door to her closet and grabbed three sliver bracelets from her desk, slipping them onto her slim wrist with ease. Finding her black, leather, fingerless gloves, she slid them onto her thin hands, just in case a fight broke out. She then pulled the bow headband from her head and grabbed her blue fedora from atop her lamp, placing it on her head.

With a sigh she walked over to her bed and grabbed a pair of white heels, and walked out, catching up to Stella, her feet bare, shoes in her hand.

“Could you walk any faster?” she snapped at Stella, trying to put her shoes on while walking. She followed a good deal behind Stella, hobbling to put her heels on her feet without falling face first into the street. When she managed to put them on, her heels clicked quickly as she caught up with Stella, a frown on her face, “Thank you for waiting for me, Stell.” She growled darkly, sarcasm dripping from every word.

Her mood quickly changed when she heard the sound of the Leader behind them, catching with every step he took, "Stella, Rin. Let's talk," he finally said when he was stepping in time with them, "Listen, I know we have a peace deal with these people, but always be on alert. Especially about the Poison; their leader is a hard nut and a little unpredictable. If things go south, I'm ordering you, Rin, to protect Stella with your life and escape. Firo and I can handle ourselves," He sighed and let out a yawn as he looked around the area, "I doubt anything will happen, but you never know. Oh, and let me do some talking this time, Stell. They're gonna think that I'm just a puppet leader,"

Rin had to laugh, though it was quiet, at the last part. It was true, Stella was more of a leader than the Leader was at times. It was amusing to say the least when Stella did all the talking, leaving Michael standing next to her looking like a fish out of water.

Rin heard the last notable member of their gang fall into step with them, and her smile grew on her face. This was her family, the people that had saved her in a not so distant past. She was thankful to them, no matter how much it seemed that she wasn’t. With a graceful flick of her wrist, she brushed her hair out of her face, her smile disappearing and her eyes determined. She heard what Leader had said. There was a good possibility that this meeting was going to break out in a fight.

"Time will make her toll on that child." Firo said as he walked behind them. Rin moved over slightly, letting him walk beside her. He was a decent looking man, dirty blond hair that hung to his to around the middle of his neck, his eyes dark hazel in color. He was thicker than she was, which wasn’t saying much considering she was a thin as one could be, packed with abnormally strong muscles from her years of training. Firo’s skin was an ashy tan, or so Rin thought. It was much different from Stella’s sun kissed skin or Michael’s rich olive tone.

"Now we shall adjourn. Red?" Firo said, snapping Rin from her daydream.
They were much closer to the building now, and Rin could see that it was falling apart. Windows were broken, the doors were missing, it looked horrible. But if you thought about it, it reflected well on how the world was. The people were broken, missing. They were lost. This Richards that she had heard bits and pieces about had done this. Sure, he wasn’t the cause, Man did this to himself. But those remaining should have stepped forward, and promised to restart, make the world the way it once was. Instead Grant Richard was the one who took the lead, giving false promises to the people, who followed him without a second thought. Now, some are saying that they have gotten word that he is a dictator, something they should have known all along.

She looked up to see they had stopped in front of the building, and she quickly looked around to make sure there was no threat to them, “Are we planning on going in?” she said softly, glancing at Stella and Michael.

She didn’t like this meeting, she felt something was about to happen, something that would change her forever.