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Auriel Hawthorne

"If it's natural to kill, how come men have to go into training to learn how?"

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a character in “Banishment”, as played by Desparadina

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“ONE OF MY MAIN REGRETS IN LIFE IS GIVING CONSIDERABLE THOUGHT TO
INCONSIDERATE PEOPLE.”



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FULL NAME
      Auriel Hawthorne

NICKNAME(S)
      "People tend to have a nasty habit of assigning nicknames to me instead of asking my name like any civilized person, but occasionally I like to go by Thorne, nothing more, nothing less.

GENDER
      "Assuredly Male"

AGE
      "23, there's probably a record out there of the youngest Outcasts banished to the Outlands. I'd like to think I'm on that list."

SEXUALITY
      Bi-Romantic Asexual, I have yet to find any particular sexual urge towards either gender, the act doesn't appeal to me, but then again that could always change. Anyhow, I don't mind either genders as far as intimacy is concerned, though I'm usually never in the mood for relationships.




“WHY DOES MAN KILL? HE KILLS FOR FOOD. AND NOT ONLY FOOD: FREQUENTLY
THERE MUST BE A BEVERAGE.”




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HEIGHT
      6'2

WEIGHT
      183lbs

HAIR COLOR
      A swarthy black

EYE COLOR
      A Piercing Sapphire

SKIN TONE
      Pale toned

GENERAL APPEARANCE
      Broad shoulders, and a toned body, Auriel is at the peak of his physical capabilities at his age, his body is evidence to years of training and fine tuning each of his senses to the arduous world he was born into. At first, his stature seems intimidating to others, as if he is always poised to attack should he need it, even when relaxed he seems to have an air of distinct wariness around him, at the same time he seems to be the master of deceitful gestures for one can never be too careful. Other than his body, Auriel is marked for having rather pale skin, pale enough to see the numerous veins running down his forearms, and just how easy bruises tend to appear on this very same skin. His complexion is in total contrast to his hair, which is a unmistakable Ebony, so tenebrous is the strands on his head, that not even sunlight can penetrate the roots to reveal perhaps a lighter shade, instead at times it seems to glow blue in somber lights like the moon, or a glowing neon. To top it all off, his eyes are a fiery Sapphire, a hue that seems to glow fervently in the darkness and when he brings his focus on objects. In his daily routine, Thorne dresses somewhat formal for someone his age, he's never been fashionable and as such his hair tends to stick in every which way, and his clothing is typically simple and inoffensive in any way, he gives off the impression that he'd rather keep it that way.



“A COWARD'S GUN IS EMPTIED WHEN FEAR PULLS THE TRIGGER, AND HATE IS
THE AMMUNITION OF CHOICE.”





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PERSONALITY
      Stoic would be the first word someone would use to describe Auriel, he can sometimes be intimidatingly silent for someone so tall and brawny, at the same time he can seem like a menace to the people who misinterpret his facial expressions and actions, though in reality, Auriel just tends to have a hard time being personable with others, it is easier for him to have people see him a certain way than go out of his way to change that impression. He's lazy, at least when it comes to things that completely disinterest him, and he can be unabashedly selfish, he's grown up with the idea that what's his will stay his, and can only be another's if he permits it, which of course is rarely. Those who aren't intimidated by Auriel tend to think of him as something of a blank slate, but the truth is that he can be a clever, sarcastic little deviant. He tends to emanate a certain cynicism about the world and others, but it only goes as deep as his love for dark, sardonic humor. He's someone who revels at the irony of particular events, and avoids funerals, to instead laugh at how foolish the dead act when alive.

      He's got a twisted sense of humor about things, and can be a cocky asshole at his worst times, especially behind a weapon. His most important attribute is his loyalty, and pure determination. He is the type of person who despite staring into the abyss from time to time, is always searching for the light in others and himself, he is respectful to others, polite even at times, and further more hardworking, and philosophical. He is intensely curious about the world around him, and is always searching for answers. Auriel is the type of person who is prone to bouts of anger that tend to leave as quickly as they come, behind this though, the type of life he led before being banished has lent him the ability to hide his emotions and motives expertly meaning that he is not at all easy for others to read, or simple minded in any sense. His most prominent problem is his inability to share his emotions and to let others become closer to him, as such he is someone who remains an enigma even to anybody who's dared to come closer, suffice it to say this has probably led to many a failed relationship due to his elusiveness, sometimes he wonders if he'll ever change.

LIKES
      Cigarettes: "For me there's nothing better than a good ol swig every once in a while, I told some friends I'd stop one day, but the first time I ever took a hit I swear I was hooked. Luckily for other people I only like to smoke alone, that way I have less people blathering in my ear about how unhealthy it is. Fuck off man, I don't tell you how unhealthy that piece of steak you're about to gobble down is. At least I'll be my own killer, if you know what I mean."

      Pizza: "Every once in a while I can find some pizza, and every once in a while I like to make it a special occasion, food in general doesn't interest me, but there's something about that doughy goodness that keeps me coming back and craving for more. It is just me or do I get addicted to a lot of things?"

      Martial Arts: "My hands have only ever really known how to fight, I'm not good at math, I'm no eloquent writer or artist, but I do know how to put these hands on someone and take them down. In a sense, I like to think man was really meant to fight and kill, that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the arts or sciences though. They just aren't for me."

      Knives:"There's something about Knives that make everything seem so personal. It's different from a gun you know, I always felt like I really understood what it meant to have someone's life in the palm of your hand every time I held and used a knife. Guns feel too easy, too impersonal, and cold, and while knives may be messy they have a certain power that's just.....enticing-to me at least..."

      Novels:"I don't like talking too much, my jaw gets bored, but I can lose myself for hours in a good novel, and it's a nice way to pass the time. In fact I have two whole bookshelves full of the stuff I read occasionally."

      Animals:"Most people don't know this...but I have a few small pets of my own, and sometimes I save injured animals and nurse them back to health, sounds completely out of character for me I suppose, though I like animals a little better than humans, they don't ask too many questions."

DISLIKES
      Ignorance: "Nothing gets my blood boiling more than someone who can't take a hint or accept that they're wrong, there have been too many mistakes in this world cause of that, and I'm not the type of guy to put up with that shit."

      Idealism: "A Philosophy for those who haven't seen the true face of the world, nothing changes about the human condition, and people shouldn't be restricted by a certain set of guidelines made by whomever. It's a get busy living, or a get busy dying type of world, enough with looking at the greener side of grass."

      Rain: "I'm like a cat, I hate getting wet unless I have the intention to.

      Strawberries: "I'm allergic..."

TALENTS
      Observant: If anything, before he could ever think of conquering others with his physical skills, Auriel has always had very keen senses, more potent than most people due to his harsh upbringing, his use of these senses are nothing but pure intuition.

      Martial Arts: Before even having the chance to touch a weapon, he learned to use his body as one first, he trains nearly everyday to ensure that the blades that have become his limbs stay sharpened.

      Combat (In general): He can utilize weapons just as well as he can his body, and while knives may be a personal favorite for him with it's devastating carnage, do not mistake his skill behind a gun either, as speed may sometimes be the most favorable when it comes to battles.

      Quick Leaner: It is exceptionally easy for him to pick up new skills given the right amount of time, factored in with his laziness though means that he tends not to go out of his way to learn things he thinks has no use to him.

      Cooking: While he may not enjoy eating as an activity, Auriel is a decent chef of sorts.

FLAWS
      Forgetful: Auriel does not have the best memory and can sometimes forget things told to him seconds ago only to frustratingly ask the person again, as such he tends to keep a notepad on his to keep track of things he may need to remember later, or things he knows he's more than likely going to forget eventually.

      Brash: Given enough time, and if enough people are annoying him (or if he's drunk), Auriel may not give any care to what he says to someone. Anything to keep them far away from him.

      Irresponsibly Lazy: He has a difficult time cleaning up after himself, or caring about errands others send him unless they've paid him money to do so.

      Selfish: He is not someone who enjoys sharing out of the good will of his heart or anything, neither does he have time to be selfless in any circumstance, rather he'd want other people to act like some stereotypical goody two shoes.

      Easily Angered: While he may seem to be rather composed, when the anger does leak out from him it is almost like a dormant volcano impatiently spilling all over, fortunately he can cool off just as easy as he gets angered.

FEARS
      The AfterLife: For a man who has seen death of all forms, it is not death that frightens him the most, he knows that such a thing will occur eventually, but rather it is the white light afterwards, the stripping of your soul from the empty vessel known as the body. Befitting for such a wretched species that they know nothing of what happens to them in the very end of ends. Auriel contemplates that there must be a place of eternal suffering for him, it's the type of stuff that keeps his bed damp with his own sweat, and his blue eyes darting in the darkness of his room at night

      Intimacy (Love?): He's not sure what to call it, but the idea of someone knowing all his secrets, someone able to see through him so easily scares him so much that he'd rather be alone. It's a wonder how'd he even end up in a relationship in the first place, and it's no surprise that those people leave him when they find an impenetrable wall deeper than any comfort can fix.



“SCARS HAVE THE STRANGE POWER TO REMIND US THAT OUR PAST IS REAL.”





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FAMILY
      "All and every connection to me in that city should be all but dead, deceased, discarded. I walk alone in this life, with no blood relation to anyone."

BIO
      An assassin, maybe even a murderer, it's what Auriel was destined to be the moment he took revenge for his parents death. However many years ago it might have been makes no difference to the young man, he can only remember being young and only having a relative view of his parents, they weren't very affectionate for perhaps his tastes, but they kept him safe, warm at night, with a nice warm meal in his belly nearly everyday. What exactly caused his own parents death is not entirely known to him, his guess was some kind of debt his father or mother owed considering they worked tirelessly to keep themselves afloat, whatever pittance they owed was enough to send their murderers into something of a spell, and while they were able to hide their only son away, safe from the carnage, their lives would be extinguished, like a cigarette thrown into the rain. A crafty boy like Auriel was able to escape from harm luckily, if anything the one thing his parent would have wanted to protect, even as the fire their debtors spread around their small house was engulfed in flames, and in that moment something had clutched Auriel's heart, something that he could not reason with, he would find that even the morality of such a decision could not stop him from seeking total and utter revenge.

      At the young age of 10, he cast aside his childhood, and dove into the underground of the city he lived in, he studied constantly under people any normal citizen would consider a detriment to society, each person taught him something new about his body and his actions that he could have never anticipated before, he found himself lost in the ideals of these criminals, though he never once thought of himself as one of them, not until someone offered him a job he couldn't refuse. He might have been 14 or so when he first assassinated his first victim, someone completely unrelated to him or his goals, and yet the money paid to him was enough to buy him more weapons, and better teachers. He never declined a job that at least paid enough, and with each kill he found it far easier to cover his trails, his life in the streets and his contacts made sure that his success was guaranteed. The leap from hitman to the protege of one of the country's general's was quick, the general himself was as corrupt as the criminals Auriel grew up with and as such many of his jobs came from this man who trusted his blade and his gun. Soon he wasn't just assassinating petty scum, and random civilians, politicians were next in line as this general had it in mind to climb the ranks one way or another. None of that mattered to Auriel, as he found himself closer and closer to the men who killed his parents, perhaps his biggest mistake was sharing this information with the General, who through his own duplicitous nature; made it seem like he was there to encourage Auriel to go through with what was essentially multiple murders. Unfortunately, it was high time the General disposed of his connection to the assassinations occurring around the capital.

      When his supposed protege struck against the men who killed his parents, now nothing but bums scrambling for quarters in the streets years later, he was....to put it simply malicious. It was less of a killing than it was a torturing, a true monster had been unsheathed inside him, the clutch it had on his heart years ago turned it black, and when the day of his revenge finally ended, the soldiers that came to arrest him were petrified by the smile etched on his face as he sat peaceful in the room in which he killed mercilessly. It was only then he realized how willing he was to sacrifice his life, how ready he was to let go now that the shadow over his heart had dissipated. Instead of being vengeful towards the General who had betrayed him, he was solaced by the fact that his life would end soon, he felt his purpose had been completed now that those who wronged him long ago were now dead. Surprise came his way when instead of being executed, a banishment was in order, as his contributions as the Generals protege, and the fact that he disposed of even dangerous members of society was enough to garner a pardon like that. At 16 he was cast out into the Outlands, perhaps never to be seen again.

      For a time, Auriel was prepared to take his life, he found letting some mutated beast take it was not something that suited a person like him. It was only by chance that he happened to come across the city that outcasts like him built, and maybe he saw something in those people that gave him the will to continue living, for whatever reasons, he stills lives years later, but struggles to come up with a reason for his own existence.

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So begins...

Auriel Hawthorne's Story

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Character Portrait: Auriel Hawthorne Character Portrait: Echo Character Portrait: Aelia Demetrias Character Portrait: Alastair Helios Character Portrait: Leon Macchia Character Portrait: Leona Inoa
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These last few days had been rather busy for Echo, she had gone from living in a closet sized room to being enclosed in a space bigger than she knew what to do with; been tried and found guilty for existing, and was now on some sort of large metal moving thing that zipped across the country at one hundred miles an hour to take them to the Outlands. The metal tin was silver on the outside, the inside seats a plush blue. The little thing was busy bouncing around, sometimes crawling under chairs and other times standing on top of a seat to look out the window. They had not bothered to hand cuff Echo as she currently did not pose any threat to them. Unlike the adults who could cause tons of damage. The two guards seemed to enjoy watching Echo's antics until the big metal tin came to a screeching stop on the rails and she almost went flying off of the seat, then one of them yelled at her to sit down.

She crossed the space, grumbling and sitting beside her creator, Alastair. Echo fiddled with the buttons on her new jacket, suddenly bored now that she had to sit down. A loud noise rumbled outside, possibly thunder that was close by, and caused the girl to scream. She had never heard such a noise and it was far too loud for her sensitive senses. Echo ducked under the seat, plugging her ears with her fingers in order to block out the sound. She glanced down at her new boots, still not used to the sensation of shoes on her feet. The girl had been outfitted for their expedition to the outside. The government wasn't merciless, they gave banished citizens the tools they would need to survive for at least a week but after that they were on their own.

So Echo had gotten new shoes and a set of clothing that wasn't an over sized tee shirt. She was currently adorned in a pair of pants, brown boots, a long sleeved shirt and a fuzzy pink coat with bunny ears that were sewn onto the hood. The backpack she was supposed to take was sitting on the seat, an ugly brown satchel filled with protein bars, water, and food that could be heated with nothing more than air. To Echo it was like magic as she did not understand the concepts of science and chemical reactions. "Are we almost there?" The girl poked her head out from under the seat to question Alastair although she doubted he had the answer. Normally Alastair knew everything but these past few days she had hardly gotten to see the man and when she had he didn't hold any of the keys to her questions. "Echo does not like this noise," another round of thunder made her scream and she plugged her fingers in her ears once more.

Finally the train stopped and the guards stood, stretching from sitting hunched over for so long and informing the prisoners to stand. Echo grabbed her bag, shrugging the too big satchel over her shoulder. The short girl was forced to drag it and stumbled over the pack twice before reaching the door. She was raring to get off of this train and taste freedom. For years Echo had lived in a crate with hardly any room to stretch but now she was finally going to see the outside! She glanced nervously between the guards and Alastair. There were several others on the machine with them, but Echo had avoided them. One was particularly scary looking lady with red hair and eyes that held an expression of contempt. The others consisted of a blonde who did not seem bothered by any of this, and a girl with the most exotic looking eyes Echo had ever seen.

An oxygen tank was threaded through her belt. Echo put the mask on her head, but had no idea what to do after that. One of the guards sighed and knelt down to adjust it, bringing the piece over her mouth and nose. It was uncomfortable and so the girl pulled it down so it was hanging like a necklace. "Welcome to the Outlands," one of the peace keepers moved out of the way as the door opened, revealing a barren wasteland with crippled buildings in the distance. The ground was dry and scorched of any grass, cracks in the earth informing them that water had not passed through this unrevitalized area in quite some time. At the sight of this world, Echo drew back. This was not the beautiful place she had imagined; the trees were dead and withering, the oxygen so thin it was making her head spin. She turned back, going to where Alastair was and grabbing onto his pant leg as if that would provide her protection. "Echo wants to go back." She whispered as the guards prodded them forward, one stood by the door, the other turning on some sort of stick so that it buzzed with electricity.

"Alright, everybody off!"

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Surprising what people do in court. He had calmly went through all the trials, being very interested in them, in fact. Add that as a bit of knowledge to his book. It was fun to see how the lawyers reacted toward such a hard case. The one where they convicted Echo was fascinating, as they threw the topic back and forth. They were so puzzled over her case it was hilarious. It was probably the first time they had encountered such a odd case before, and it was definitely worth seeing. They were speeding to what would be their prison in a silver tin, speeding toward the Outlands. He was extremely impressed by how technology had advanced so quickly, while he is skilled in the various science topics, he wasn't so good at making gadgets and wires come to life. Alastair leaned back in his blue seat in a relaxed pose, one handcuffed hand propping his head up as he calmly watched Echo in her antics. Running around and crawling under chairs, how his experiment had turned out amused him greatly. He was expecting something without a mind or voice, not even a personality. What he got however, was something he wouldn't consider a complete success, but good nonetheless. Sometimes science didn't even adhere to its own rules.

Then, the vehicle came to a screeching stop, and he lurched forward in his chair, reaching one hand out instinctively to stop Echo from falling before noticing that she wasn't beside him anymore. Thankfully, she was relatively unscathed as he regarded her critically from his side of the tin when she crossed over to sit next to him again. He would get extremely upset if his precious doll was dented in some way. She seemed to be the one he had to work with, at least for the time being that he couldn't make more subjects. "Are you hurt?" He queried, in case he missed something out, when thunder rumbled in the distance as she crawled under the chair, screaming. A small know formed between his eyebrows. Of course, he had not thought about the fact that she had to get used to the environment outside yet, so she would be as sensitive as a newborn child would be to this world, sensing most things for the first time. It was something he never considered before, assuming that he would keep her in the lab for the most part.

He looked at his own outfit subconsciously when he saw Echo regard hers, looking down at the sterile white with some satisfaction. He had successfully persuaded them to let him keep his lab coat, so he was dressed in all white, the coat flapping at his knees. He wore a pair of white jeans as well, along with a pair of sneakers. Old habits die hard, and he was still used to being clothed in white most of the time. He was probably easily recognizable, the white on his body and even his hair could be spotted from a distance away, but frankly he could care less. It gave him a sense of peace really, when he still felt that he was in the lab and ready to work. He could do nothing about the satchel though, one filled with food and proteins that would react chemically with air. There were some chemical reactions which caused burning when in contact with air, such as the concept the reaction hydrogen had with oxygen. He accidentally set the lab on fire by making an balloon filled with hydrogen explode in the air, but he had never tried to cook food with them. How science has progressed.

"Are we almost there?" He was snapped out of his musings momentarily when Echo asked him that, poking her head out from under the chair. "I... Don't know." It irked him greatly that he had to admit to that fact, but the happenings recently have been completely out of his grasp. It was irritating, but a good experience to learn nevertheless. "Echo does not like this noise." "I. I do not like this noise." He corrected her patiently while studying the other occupants of the transport vehicle. He wasn't able to study them for as long as he liked however, as the vehicle came to a stop and the guards stood up to lead them out into the wasteland. He was given an oxygen tank, which he threaded through his belt with a sigh, pulling the mask over his nose and mouth. It wasn't so different from the surgical masks, so he was more used to it.The place was much worse than he expected however, with the cracked ground and withered trees. Yet again, he didn't have high hopes from what he'd heard of that place either.

"I. It's I want to go back." Despite the fact that the situation they were in was a rather dire one, Alastair didn't hesitate to correct his subject yet again as she gripped his pant leg. At least she was adapting pretty well to the lack of oxygen the their climate, so the improved lung capacity must had some effect on her ability to survive. It was his silent victory.

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___Imaget was with a whisper that Queen Demetria's life took a turn for it's worst. After the jury had claimed she was guilty she had been taken to a prison cell where the guards despite having served her for more than three years treated her as if she was but a lowly thief. The contempt in their hearts was pathetic. The kingdom would surely fall without her guidance, and with how corrupt everyone in parliament was Aliea gave them three months at best before a revolution was in store.

'My kingdom....' she thought regrettably and wondered if attempting to murder the king was a bit of an over-reaction. Thinking back on it, even if she did have his child she could have passed the responsibility to another. Ah, but what if the child grew hateful? It's resentment muffled by duty, and then one day it explodes and takes the kingdom down with it? 'I do not regret what I did,' although, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt somewhere in her heart. The king while ignorant and quite stupid, was an okay man. He wasn't mean, nor was he haughty, but his weakness was his lack of knowledge.

Queen Demetria was then brought rudely out of her musings when the train came to a stop and a little girl with purple gray hair almost flew out of her seat, thus causing the guards to yell at her. Now that was the reason why she never wanted to have children. They were too innocent, too wild, and too aggravating. Never knowing when to stop or what consequences their actions may have. And while it is true that Aelia was once a kid she didn't have a choice of being born. It was her parent's and they took responsibility for their actions. Something which she didn't want to do.

The child then proceeded to seat herself and asked the boy next to her a question, and while not particularly caring what was being said she wondered what the relationship between the two of them were. The boy was much too young and the child much too old for it to be possible parental relationship. Although, there were more oddities than that in the world, and an example as such would be his hair. It was purple but not vividly so for it held an undertone of silver which seemed to dominate it's mass. And similar to his hair his eyes were a purple color too but Aelia couldn't be too sure because his gaze was in a perpetual state of squinting. 'I wonder....'

And as the boy began to correct the child's pronouns Aelia noticed another boy with strikingly yellow hair that reminded her of the garden she left behind at the castle. It was styled in a way that if she had been a common girl the mere sight of him would have had her falling, but she wasn't and thus she found it quite disturbing. Too bright was it in contrast to the dreary outside world. And as if he were the personification of nature itself his blue eyes were the sky that the sun seemed to settle in.

But even the sun sets and underneath she had an inkling that he was tired. After all she wore the same expression, although much more openly.

Last but not least was a girl with pale blue hair and rather boring hazel eyes. Her skin was porcelain, and there was a rather odd disposition to her. It was abnormal to say the least, as if there was something she wasn't showing.

Finally the train stopped and as it did so the loud voice rose above the silence, "Welcome to the Outlands." The guards then began to fasten oxygen masks on their faces, but threaded it through the loops of their belt. It was uncomfortable, but if it meant surviving Aelia could deal with it.

The train door then opened a man turned on a taser making sure not to point it at anyone person, but to show it's presence as a tactic of intimidation. It was working, but it wasn't as if she had any thoughts of running away either. "Alright, everybody off!" and so she did.

As her foot touched burnt ground she had to close her eyes. Before it was as if everything she had gone through since her trail had been a nightmare, but as she reached the end point it was a bit much. Taking a big gulp of oxygen she opened her eyes and schooled her expression into that of indifference. The fight to survive was about to start, and she for one wasn't going to die because others thought her to be weak. No, they would be the ones rolling in their grave.




    OOC: I'll edit it even more tomorrow.

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"єʋҽяувσ∂у ҽqυαℓѕ συт ωнҽη αℓℓ тнҽ ѕσηgs αяҽ ѕυηg."
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XXXXXAnd to think it had all started with a pocket watch. A single goddamn pocket watch. Not even a nice one, no. He didn't even have the dignity of knowing, sure, he was going to his death, but at least it was for something valuable. Instead, what he was going to die for was a single, rusted, dented, dingy, worth-nothing pocket watch. He couldn't help but wonder if this was some kind of poetic justice. After all, he'd pulled off better heists than that one for things worth a hell of a lot more. But it's the stupid pocket watch he got busted for? Maybe he's been wrong his whole life. Maybe there was some kind of cosmic force lording over his actions, punishing wrong-doings. But he couldn't see how that would make any sense, considering the greatest thieves of all were rewarded every day of their lives, perched high in the marble mansions, sucking away on their silver spoons.

XXXXXLeon could only sigh softly at his fate--almost in a bored fashion--leaning against the side rail of the corner seat he had chosen and promptly been cuffed to. The ride had been silent for the most part, the other passengers seemingly in a quiet contemplation of their own sorry fates. All except for one girl, just a little thing with strangely colored bright red eyes and silver hair. She was silent for a majority of the ride as well, but likely certainly not in contemplation. Small as she was, the guards hadn't cuffed her to any chair, and Leo watched, bemused, as she scurried about from seat to seat. She reminded him of an excitable child, much like the orphans he knew on the street. As he thought this, his mind couldn't help but wander back to those children. Often, he would steal food for them; he remembered how it felt to starve. He wondered if they would manage to survive without him. He was torn from his reveries by a shout from one of the guards. Glancing up, he saw the strange girl grumbling as she moved back to her seat. He recalled the jarring stop they had come to moments before; she must have fallen. There was silence for a few blissful moments, then a rumbling outside, and a scream inside. Leo winced, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He hated when people screamed. It drew too much attention. The girl only had enough time to ask the man beside her a question before there was more rumbling and, sadly, more screaming. It ceased eventually, and the train was silent once more. Leo took the opportunity to observe the rest of the passengers he was doomed to die with.

XXXXXHe started with the male the young girl had spoken too. He didn't seem too concerned with the going-ons, calmly observing the girl's antics. He couldn't quite pinpoint their relationship, but he settled on a vague care-taker one. After all, the man seemed to be slightly concerned with the girl's screaming, and he spent time correcting her grammar, but at the same time, Leo felt an air of detachment. In fact, everything about the man screamed "distant," from his stark white attire to his cold gaze. But somehow, Leo could tell he was intelligent. He would make a useful ally, but he wasn't sure having the man on his side would be worth having to carry the child along as well. And in this death sentence, he knew he wouldn't have the opportunity to reflect back on his moral choices.

XXXXXHis eyes drifted to a head of dark red hair and the harsh eyes beneath it. The woman he was staring at was beautiful, certainly, and she held herself, even handcuffed to a chair and condemned to death, with poise. Her entire appearance was regal, lovely. But her eyes held his interest. He cocked his head slightly, examining the cold, calculating glances she was throwing about the train. This was the Queen, he knew instantly. The others had gotten trials, but he had none. A mere street urchin, a dirty thief, he hadn't even been granted that right, merely thrown to the wolves. So his crime had occurred much later than the others. And before he had been caught, he heard whispers on the wind of the royal treason.

XXXXXIt stunned him, being in her presence. Not because she was nobility, the Queen, and him a dirty peasant. Not because she was radiant as all the stories told her to be. No, because she was there. Just like him. It astounded him that, at the very least, he was equal in status to her royal highness. So it was true. Everybody equaled out in the end. A mirthless chuckle, nearly soundless, escaped his lips at the thought.

XXXXXFinally, there was one other girl. The first thing his eyes landed on was her hair. Then, they dropped down to her expression. She looked bored, perhaps more bored than him and the white-dressed man combined.

XXXXXBefore he could think any more about the girl's expression, the train came to a halt. Was this it? The oxygen mask being placed around his face told him yes. The tank was threaded through his belt, urgency evident as he was pushed towards the exit. He stepped out eagerly onto the barren land, ignoring the guards and their petty intimidation tactics, glad to be out of the suffocating tin can. As the scorched landscape entered his sight, a smile couldn't stop itself from worming its way across his face. Yes, there was a certain freedom in death.

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Echo turned to look at Alastair, clearly not pleased with the fact that he was correcting her. She knew of her speech problems, but Echo was never supposed to talk and so she had to learn to speak from listening to other scientists converse. He didn't seem to be paying attention though, something was clearly bugging him and it made Echo nervous. "Is everything alright?" She asked, tugging on his pant leg again. It was obvious that Alastair wasn't pleased with something or another and Echo braced herself to be punished for some minor infraction. Echo was pulled away from him suddenly and she struggled, suddenly in the grip of the guards. She was booted out of the train and onto the cracked earth, dirt clinging to her previously clean jacket.

Echo stood and cursed under her breath, using every bad word she had ever overheard in the lab. She pulled the hood up on her rabbit sweatshirt and huffed indigently, the action making her head suddenly spin from the lack of oxygen in the atmosphere. While Echo could breath just fine, there wasn't enough air for her to feel like she could take a deep breath and so she had to take short, rapid breaths in order to keep her head on right. The guard that had thrown her out gestured to put the oxygen mask on, but Echo simply stuck her tongue out at him and turned around, waiting for Alastair.

As she watched the shimmer at the edge of what looked to be a city in the distance, Echo noticed a pair of eyes staring back at her. Curious she took a step forward, squinting in an attempt to get a better look but the yellow orbs blinked and were gone. "What was that?" Echo wondered and began to walk. She had taken a few more steps before remembering her creator and turning back. "Let's go, Echo wants to see the city." She trudged back to the silver haired man, a bit impatient, Echo was finally free of that underground room and she was going to spend as much time as possible exploring the world she had never gotten to know.

The other three were thrown off the train as well, the creepy blond, the girl with amazing eyes, and the scary lady that reeked of blood. Once they were off the door to the train closed and the metal tube zipped away. Echo picked up her fallen bag and went to hide behind Alastair. She didn't realize these other people would be them and Echo didn't like it. Especially the lady with the red hair and eyes, she scared Echo. Her stomach growled but Echo ignored it, she had grown used to the feeling of hunger and was certain that Alastair would be mad if she ate now as they would have to save their food for the journey ahead.