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LOUD Chapter One

Introduction

Let's Get...LOUD

The world as everyone knew it had ended long ago. Man’s avarice gave way to destruction. The greedy and powerful tried to tear each other down in hopes of one emerging as the sole victor; this person could rule the world. The less fortunate joined sides and soon war broke out. Not just in one or two cities, not only one country, but worldwide. Chaos ensued and the orderly world changed forever. The heavily populated cities were the first to become desolate wastelands. Stable countries such as China and the United States fell and were reduced to pathetic heaps of rubble.

The world population greatly reduced and now humans are scarcely scattered all over the dystopia that was once the home of billions. Resources are dwindling and people seem to have lost their common sense. They fight over the simplest things, clothes, places to sleep, things that everyone once took for granted. Every day is a treacherous adventure, cannibalism is becoming increasingly popular, and it is not uncommon to walk around a corner and witness someone being brutally murdered. Some people have decided to hide away from others, some have gone mad, but there are still people out there who think rationally. Not all of them are good.

Grant Richards, now the world’s richest man, seized the opportunity to rule what is left of the world for himself. In a way, he is a dictator, establishing his own form of government very similar to a Despotism. His word has become the new law, and while many are against them, there is little anyone can do about it. Grant has established a military that polices the more populated areas spread out all over the world. If anyone is caught breaking the rules they’re executed on the spot. After all, with resources dwindling, what’s a few less people?

The new military, better known as Politia, cannot patrol every corner of the world. Out of their reach, there are places where wars over territory continue to rage on like a wild flame. In these places are gangs that fight for control over the land. They each have a specified color, distinctive tattoos, and specific taste in music. Four prominent gangs, the Sirens, Poison, Keys, and the Bullets have claimed the most territory, but they now want to do more than just acquire land. Recently the leaders of each gang came together for a meeting; they decided that fighting each other was pointless when they could be doing much more productive activities.

Each leader signed a temporary peace treaty; they agreed to stop fighting with one another for a span of one year. During this time, they’re going to group together and try to overthrow Grant Richards and his crock of a government. It won’t be a simple task, but in these times not many things are.


Meet the Gangs
The Sirens;
Their signature music is anything Pop related. The most interesting thing about the gang is the fact that they're all females. That's right, no boys allowed. They can be identified by their stardust tattoos. Their weapon of choice is a whip. No matter where they're going, you'll always see them with a pair of these wrapped around their necks. You could never have a hard time identifying them, they are always brightly dressed and unusually animated and energetic.

Poison;
Their signature music is anything Rock and it's many sub genres. Like the Sirens, they only consist of one gender, all males. A girl has never been allowed to join them. They can be identified by their music note tattoos. Their weapon of choice is a pair of daggers. They can always be seen with these Zippo lighters. They aren't as easily identifiable as the Sirens. You'll have to catch a glimpse of their tattoo to pick them out.

Keys;
Their signature music is any and everything Classical. They're made up of both males and females. They can be identified by their rose tattoos. Their weapon of choice is a rapier. Very easy to pick out, they're always dressed nice and never go anywhere without wearing a fedora. This group is much more mannerly than the others, they are polite unless you give them reason to behave otherwise.

Bullets;
Their signature music is Hip-Hop and Rap. Like the Keys, the gang consist of both males and females. They can be identified by their gun tattoos. Their weapon of choice is brass knuckles. Much like Poison, they aren't easy to pick out unless you can see their tattoos. They do always wear dog tags, but they may not always be easily noticed.



Hangouts;
The Sirens
Poison
Keys
Bullets


Roles;
The Sirens:
The Leader- Taken by Pimpette
Second-in-Command- Taken by Lovely Spade
Tactician-Taken by MirrorMirror1498
Muscle-Reserved by mgoodwin

Poison:
The Leader-Taken by Spectrum
Second-in-Command-Reserved by Black
Tactician-Taken by freakofnature
Muscle-Taken by poeticjustice8012

Keys:
The Leader-Taken by Maci Care
Second-in-Command-Taken by ChildOfNone
Tactician-Taken by Vio-Lance
Muscle-Taken by Renmiri

Bullets:
The Leader-Taken by Eleera Cain
Second-in-Command- Taken by JustQuit
Tactician-Taken by Wheatly
Muscle-Taken by Stilts


Character Sheet;
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    [right][color=#YOUR GANG COLOR][size=200]NAME HERE[/color][/size]
                [img]DIRECT IMAGE URL HERE. ANIME ONLY[/img][/right]

                [size=150][color=#YOUR GANG COLOR][b]Nickname[/b][/color][/size]
                [size=90]Put your nickname here.[/size]

                [size=150][color=#YOUR GANG COLOR][b]Age[/b][/color][/size]
                [size=90]Put your age here.[/size]

                [size=150][color=#YOUR GANG COLOR][b]Gang Affiliation[/b][/color][/size]
                [size=90]The gang you are in and the role you play in your gang.[/size]

                [size=150][color=#YOUR GANG COLOR][b]Personality[/b][/color][/size]
                [size=90]As detailed as possible.[/size]

                [size=150][color=#YOUR GANG COLOR][b]Background[/b][/color][/size]
                [size=90]History of your character.[/size]

                [size=150][color=#YOUR GANG COLOR][b]Weapon[/b][/color][/size]
                [size=90]No more than 3 one of which is your gang signature weapon.[/size]

                [size=150][color=#YOUR GANG COLOR][b]Outfit(s)[/b][/color][/size]
                [size=90]As many as you like.[/size]

                [size=150][color=#YOUR GANG COLOR][b]Playlist[/b][/color][/size]
                [size=90]Your music.[/size]

                [size=150][url=LINK TO SONG][color=#YOUR GANG COLOR]TITLE OF THEME SONG HERE[/color][/url][/size]
                [size=90]Lyrics here[/size]


Rules;
~I am the GM of this RP, Pimpette is my co-pilot, obey us or DIE :D
~All post must be at least 300 words, other than that, the sky is the limit for posting
~Romance is highly encouraged, but we don't wanna see anything explicit *shudders*
~Violence is allowed, as much as you want, just don't use it senselessly
~Cursing is also allowed, but be tasteful with it unless your character purposely has a sailor's mouth
~Respect your fellow RPers, we're gonna be one happy family...or else something terrible will happen to you ^^
~No OOC fighting, save the drama for ya mama
~No godmodding, you aren't Rambo
~Don't kill off another person's character unless you have their consent first
~Post at least once a day, if you can't it's understandable
~If you need to leave or won't be active for a while let me and Lovely know first!
~Rule breakers have their characters killed off in some humiliating way :)
~Reservations last for 24 hours, after that the spot's reopened
~If you read all of the rules post your favorite food in your character sheet or your reservation!
~This is for fun...so you better enjoy it and laugh, or we'll hunt you down...

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Aden Shuzari of Sirens


What was she doing again? Oh yeah she was on the way to go terminate the head of a lesser gang with her own. There have been rumors of a smaller group trying to break up the recent alliance that had been made with the Keys, Poison, and the Bullets. What they would gain from it was beyond her, but they were going around killing people they thought were in these gangs. Really they were just killing innocent people who were trying to survive in this harsh world. She had a little sympathy for those people, but not much. She didn't know them or care to know them, however, what did this prove to Grant Richards? The people in the ruins of the world he destroyed are turning against each other? This was the reason Grant and his men were so strong. It was because they stick together no matter what. They had a strong loyalty to one another forming an even stronger union. If all of the gangs couldn't work together then they are always going to have a weak spot where Grant can easily infiltrate and bring them down.

As much as she hated to admit it, the man has gotten so powerful over the years, the Sirens couldn't handle this task by themselves. They need more support on their side, so henceforth the alliance that has been formed. Things have gotten worse since she joined the gang two years ago and they had to come up with a plan now to prevent a total loss on their side. Sighing she placed her arms behind her head and then turned to Kitten. "So we are going for a complete annihilation of their leader right? I'll leave him to you seeing you probably want to kill him." She chuckled a little. She has only known the fact she was her twin for a little over a year now, but she knows her better then anyone by now. She turned to look at the others in the gang then kept walking forward. This was going to be fun. Aden was a little excited about killing some of these fools. She hated having a plan together then someone come along and ruin it. "This is going to be extremely fun." Zu-zu loved bringing down obstructions. There was probably an underlying reason she was in the Sirens.

Dropping her arms to her side she placed one on her whip seeing they had arrived at their destination. She got to one side of the door then looked at everyone else. "I'll go in first just in case they are ready to shoot." She was willing to take a bullet for any of these girls in the gang in a heartbeat. Taking a deep breath she stood up and kicked the door in. Aden had gained a lot of brawn over the years. She may not be the muscle of the group but she was still strong. As soon as she kicked the door open she saw the leader of the gang and his subordinates beating up some younger teenaged boy. She pulled her kitten ear headphones up on her head to signal she was from the Sirens. As if her outfit and appearance wasn't enough to show where she was from.

"Beating up on innocent child again?" She asked cracking her whip taking a step towards them. Some looked fearful while others just looked shocked. "We have come to eliminate the obstruction and you just so happen to be it." Just as Zu-Zu finished talking some random placed looking male tried to hit her. She pulled her whip out quickly and wrapped it around his wrist. Pulling the male closer to her she kicked him in the stomach then punched him in the face. She watched him fall to the ground with most likely a broken nose and some bruised ribs. Laughing a little she looked up at the remaining members of the gang. "Who's next?" They seemed fear stricken from the scene that unfolded before them. Well they asked for attention and now they have the Sirens full attention..

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Senerio Aiku


Senerio sighed as he paused in his training, breathing heavily for someone of his skill level. He usually wasn't up training so early (he preferred to wake up and read a good book, staying in the dimmest light possible, far away from anyone else), but recent events had caused his mind to become more confused than usual, something he heavily disliked. How was he supposed to concentrate if he was too busy thinking about other things? And if he was distracted, and something happened to the leader... Then Senerio wouldn't be able to forgive himself. Which brought him in a full circle of confused and generally chaotic thoughts, none of which made any sense or even helped him at all. So no, he decided to wake up and walk to the Poison's base, climbing onto the roof that was used for basic training and sparring... It was empty, of course. No one really wanted to go up when he was up, and since he had gotten there for early in the morning (since six in the morning, since it took him thirty minutes to walk to the base and he woke up at five or four thirty each morning) no one else had been up. It was more enjoyable to train alone, after all. And when he trained alone he didn't have to worry about others annoying him, or messing with his style of attack... After all, not every Poison seemed to realize that the lithe and small Poison (compared to many others) could do anything really. It was mostly annoying when someone confused him for the tactician, though they looked nothing alike.

Nor do we act alike, Senerio thought as he stepped back from the target, peppered with new holes from his throwing daggers. This was child's play, really. A still target, not even that far? Senerio was the Poison's muscle for a reason, though fighter would probably be a more accurate term. Shaking his head, Senerio walked back the set amount of distance away from the target and quickly picked a target and threw one of his daggers at the target. While the Poison's signature daggers weren't usually used for throwing, Senerio had his own set of three throwing daggers that he used more often than not. He didn't like getting close to people (to say the least), so it was helpful to be able to take people out without having to worry about getting into a sticky situation... Especially with his condition.

"Ah..." Senerio sighed as one of his daggers missed the center of the target, instead landing in the second inner ring. He wasn't concentrating enough, obviously. He thought he had his mind all in order, but he really didn't. The Poisons were allying with the Bullets. The Bullets, the gang where his father was from, and the gang that had destroyed Senerio's life... And, indirectly, his innocence and all chances at a normal childhood. Why did we have to leave that day? Senerio asked as he started walking back over to the target. Why couldn't we just have stayed inside? It was useless, asking questions that had no answers. But there was one good thing (more or less) that had come out of those years in hell: Senerio had eventually joined the Poisons, and the leader had trained him in just about everything he knew now. That was the only reason he was still with the Poisons, after the leader was killed. Senerio felt like he owed it to the current leader to keep them alive for as long as possible, which would mean he had to keep Skylar alive for as long as possible. It wasn't like the leader was very bothersome, giving Senerio his space, but he wasn't the nicest either. Then again, being nice got you nowhere, so that wasn't really an issue for him.

"I wonder when the others will come so we can go to the meeting," Senerio thought out loud as he carefully put his daggers back in their respective cases. He pulled out his two custom-made weapons; blunt sticks with two handles at the far end, people didn't usually understand their effectiveness until he snapped their spinal cord with it. And by then, it was too late to regret underestimating him. Senerio had long since learned that you had to always be on your toes, always ready to fight to the death, no matter who you were facing. "Even allies can betray you... And friends, family, are never forever." Senerio sighed again as he regarded the stuffed dummies on the other side of the roof, then looked passively at his weapons. I suppose I can always practice with these alone. With that, he dashed over to the dummies, pretending to break their bones with every attack dealt with his movements.

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The One and Only BAMF


All that Psyche could possibly know right now, with his mind foggy and his vision blurry and dark, was that it was too insanely early to be awake. He closed his eyes to block out the sun coming through from the window, but it didn't help anything and he couldn't get back to sleep. It was too late for that now. He frowned, glaring up at the ceiling before turning his glare over to the clock at his bedside, right next to his gang's signature dagger. He didn't carry it around with him; instead, he kept it at his bedside for safety from night intruders. It might of made him seem a little paranoid--after all, who would be dumb enough to try to break into the home of one of the toughest gangs around?--but he didn't care. Safety first. Besides, in this world, you could never be too safe. That was rule number one.

He wasn't happy with the time he read on the clock. He was even less happy when he got tangled in his comforter and ended up rolling off the bed with an unflattering flop, a groan followed soon after as the pillow plopped down after him and smacked him in the face. Psyche growled under his breath, taking the pillow and resisting the urge to rip it in half. Well, okay, so he didn't resist anything. His otherwise silent room echoed with the ripping sound of a pillow going long before it's prime. The poor thing lost its feathers all over the room. Psyche cared less, pushing himself up to his feet and brushing the feathers off himself.

It didn't take long for him to get dressed in his usual street clothes and deciding to leave the room, not that he could go back to sleep anyway. He didn't even care to check himself over or brush his messy hair. Maybe if he had, he would of noticed the feather in his hair. What had woken up him up was a mystery best left unsolved. Psyche didn't exactly plan to look to far into it anyway. He wasn't exactly a morning person, however, so it was good that he was met with an empty living room after the way he'd woken up. He was about to grab something for breakfast when he heard faint thudding noises from the training room on the other side of the building. He didn't have to make much of a guess on who it was. Sighing harshly to himself, Psyche padded over to the training area, opening the door and taking a look inside with an unamused face.

"When do you sleep?" he grumbled, still not in the best of moods. Yeah, definitely not a morning person. He stepped inside, not caring if he might of killed Senerio's concentration or not, and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. A yawn escaped his mouth. If it were anyone other than a member of his own gang, he wouldn't be showing how tired he was. His guard was always up, but he let it waver around those he trusted. He trusted Senerio. He had to, really. "When the others get up, we got somewhere to be. I wanna talk with the others again to figure out what we're gonna do." By 'others,' he met the other gangs. Psyche yawned again, starting towards the door and waving a lazy hand behind him at Senerio. "When you're done with all that, eat something." And with that, he left to the kitchen to grab his own self something to eat.

Instead of getting something right away, however, he passed by the kitchen altogether to go to the bedrooms. He didn't like being kept waiting and there was no telling when the other guys would get up. Not to mention he'd woken up early, so in Psyche's twisted mind, it was only fair the others were forced up just the same. First came Kita's room. He knocked on it loudly, making the door shake. "Wakey-wakey!" he called from the other side. When he was satisfied with that, he continued on to Teris' door, pausing outside of it and planning on repeating the process, but stopping for a moment. Teris could get him back if he wanted to... Eh, he didn't care. "Yo, Teris! Get your lazy butt up!" he called, ignoring the fact that Teris usually got up earlier than him on most days. "We've got somewhere to be," he added.

Happy with having woken up the rest of his members, Psyche turned on heel and went back to the kitchen to grab a sandwich. He wasn't exactly a good cook and preferred not to--it's a chick thing--so a sandwich was enough for him for breakfast. Well, a sandwich and a glass of chocolate milk, of course.

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The Leading Siren Kitten


"Hm hm hmm, I wonder what we should say to them. Surprise! We're here to murder everyone! No that sounds a bit too cheesy. How about, The Sirens are here to kick your butts!." The vibrantly pink-haired leader huffed and poked her equally bright bottom lip out in a childish pout. "We can't just waltz in and start picking people off without saying a cool catchphrase first. They need to know who exactly busted into their super secret hideout right before we kill them." She spoke rather complacently considering she was talking about murdering a rival gang leader. It wouldn't be her first time killing someone, and it would be ludicrous to assume it'd be her last. Regardless of whether she managed to come up with a signature saying or not, there was no doubt that Kitten and her fellow Sirens would have to take care of the small-scale rivalry before it got in the way of their bigger plans. Yes, as bad of a taste that it left on her tongue, she couldn't deny the fact that collaborating with other gangs was an excellent strategy.

It was a recurrent vision of hers, Kitten always imagined marching right up to Grant's desk and strangling him with her whip, however that was a highly improbable dream. She stood a better chance of walking on water. So while she couldn't stand to think about spending five minutes in a room with any of them, her own personal feelings would have to be ignored if it meant getting rid of her biggest enemy. Grant practically had control over the entire world, pretty soon it would be too late to even attempt overthrowing him. Most importantly, he posed a threat to her gang members who she thought of as her own sisters. She'd do anything to protect them, after all she's the leader, it's part of the job description. "Oh Zuzu, you always seem to know exactly what I'm thinking!" Kitten giggled and flashed a smile that could've safely led a ship to its port. Sometimes it was easy to forget she was a gang leader, or even twenty-two instead of five. She had her effervescent personality to thank for being able to stay sane when everyone else in the world seemed to be losing their minds.

They finally arrived at their destination, luckily with no one guarding the outside, it wouldn't be too much of a hassle to just barge right in. Kitten moved to take the lead but stood back just enough for Aden to effectively kick the door down. "Ooh nicely done." She seized hold of the opportunity to applaud her second-in-command while everyone inside the building appeared to be shocked by their unannounced arrival. "Eight against one? Tsk tsk, that just doesn't seem right." In one swift movement Kitten had her whip tightly gripped in her right hand and ready to go. "We don't usually make house calls but you guys have really been irritating us, anyone who threatens to disrupt our plans just has to die." She declared matter of factly, it wasn't the spicy statement she initially wanted to make, but at this point all that mattered was handling her business. A male she guessed had to be the leader, judging by the way everyone stepped out of his way, stood to meet Kitten halfway. He didn't seem to pay much attention to the man Aden had just rendered momentarily useless. His lack of concern for his own made her eye twitch in irritation.

"This must be some kind of pathetic attempt at a joke. You're the almighty Sirens that are supposed to be so deadly?" The man covered his mouth in a failed attempt to stifle his laughter. "You my dears are nothing more than a few sickeningly colorful bunch of girls trying to play with the big boys." He turned to spit on the ground, disgust clear on his face. "Weeeeell I do love playing, and I am pretty colorful if I do say so myself," Kitten turned around as if to show off her ruffled, hot pink dress, "but we can play just as rough as you sexist jerks." In a flash she advanced on the leader and made the first move in their fight. She swung her right hand up in a motion that looked a lot like a punch, but instead of crashing it into his jaw, she slapped him across the face. He was thrown off by the unexpected hit and even more bewildered as to why Kitten wasn't moving for a second attack. "Didn't your mother ever tell you how to talk to a lady?" Her hands were on her hips and everyone had to be wondering whether she was going to actually fight him, or lecture the man to death.

His shock finally wore off and he raised a fist of his own and aimed it directly at her mouth. Kitten ducked out of the way and spun around to get behind him at the same time. She jumped on his back and tried to gouge his eyes out with her index fingers. He yelped in pain and fell forward in the gravel beneath them. Kitten didn't waste any time in wrapping her whip around his neck and pulling it tight. "Now listen up while you still can. No one messes with my sisters, understand? Otherwise something like this might happen." Kitten stood up on his back and gave the ends of her whip a quick tug, it was accompanied by a sick cracking sound as his neck broke. She stepped back and rubbed her hands together while admiring her work. Around her she noticed that her girls had also tactfully disposed of their opponents. "Oh girls I knew this would be a good time! Look it didn't even take that long at all, I almost feel bad for coming all the way here and ending things so quickly." Kitten started walking back towards the door Aden knocked down and turned to look at the others. "We have a meeting to attend right?"

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Stella Mavrick


Stella slowly woke up after sleeping, for today, she knew was going to be one long and hard day, but had been looking forward to it for a long time. But that will all come together later. Now Stell sat up went over to a mirror she had and did her hair, making sure it looked as perfect as possible. Then she walked over to her closet to get out her normal outfit: a long black dress, and a lovely white and black striped scarf, oh and not to forget her heels. After putting her clothes on, she went to the bed side where she kept her accessories, her bladed roses, her fedora, and the gang trademark rapier, then checking in the mirror if she looked good, and she did.

As she opened the door and began to walk through the gang hideout, her heels could already be heard on the hardwood floor. Which Stella actually liked, it helped with keeping the gang in check, which sometimes, was the hardest thing to do. But right now Stella didn't exactly want to do that, now she just wanted to clean a little bit, the kitchen was a bit of the mess since some people didn't know how to actually clean, thinking cleaning is wasteful in a time like this, but Stella doesn’t want to live in a pigsty, even if it may be the end of the world.

Stella quickly got started on cleaning, it wasn’t a big mess like sometimes it was, which then it took Stella basically all day to clean. All Stell really did was clear and clean the counters and did the dishes, which was basically the easiest thing to do. As she got done, Stell got a wine glass a bottle of red wine and poured herself some, which she did often, but only having like one glass a day. As she put the wine away, she noticed Abby on the couch, and walked over to her.

β€œNow Abby girl, you’re a young lady, and very beautiful if I may say, so can you please put something more feminine on?” Stell asked politely as she always did, being polite was one of her big pet-peeves of her gang and herself. Stell looked down at her hands for a second, making sure she had both her rings on, she really hadn’t told anyone of the gang what they stood for, or atleast the other one, because one they can tell is a wedding ring since it had a diamond on it.

As Stell stood up she remembered she hadn’t told her gang yet about the meeting, that she was planning on only taking Abby, Buck, and Lilah along. β€œOh and Abby, as soon as the others are up we are leaving. We have a meeting with the other gangs, including the Sirens.” Stell noted, knowing a little but enough about Abby’s past to know that she used to be with the Sirens. But they weren’t that much of Stella’s concern, they were a little β€œdifferent” as she would say, meaning weird in a nice way, but they were the most trustworthy gang besides the Keys themselves.

Now the other gangs, Bullets and Poisons, were probably the gangs her gang didn't trust that much, and would be kind of glad to get be gone with, but that won’t happen because of the treaty, well not yet. The Bullets being more quiet and dark of the gangs, making them more suspicious, mainly just their leader, but the leader controls the gang. And the Poisons, to Stella, they couldn’t be trusted at all. Their leader, Skylar Psyche, was disrespectful and very immature, which were two things Stella didn't like, plus she mostly thought he isn’t really fit for a leader position.

After talking to Abby, Stell walked back over to the kitchen and sat in a barstool by the counter, which is where she usually sat when thinking or just wanting to be alone, and right now, she wanted to just think, and didn't care if someone approached, if they did she would still be polite and listen, but would still think. Right now she tried to think of any type of backup plan if things were to go bad at the meetings, but Stella hoping they wouldn’t.

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Leo Hines


L's eyes fluttered open from the hardwood floors and his glance met the beams supporting the ceiling of the base. Unlike other people, he didn't have a home outside the building, was a very early morning person, and a terrible night person. He let out a deep sigh and stared up with open eyes, mind drifting off in thought, thinking of the treaty that today would bring.
The Poisons are definitly going to break the treaty. Leo was always a pessimist first.
With their hot-headed leader it's to be expected. But it equally makes sense for The Sirens to break the contract. They're obviously a very tight-knit group of females but it's highly unlikely to think of them actually getting along with anyone, The Keys are the mannerly type, the type who doesn't wish to get touched by them, while The Poison leader still has that aforementioned erratic pattern of violence and hot-headedness. What of The Keys? It's possible that they abhor the rest of the gangs for their lack of everything gentlemen-like. They might actually destroy us. Maybe The Sirens will. Or The Poisons. Perhaps The Bullets will.

He pondered that last lonely thought for a little while. Through this contract any gang could destroy the other three easily but to what end? What mattered if one group reigned supreme? Richard Grant would still destroy them and fighting each other would only be making that easier for him.
It was surprising to think that Grant had never considered them a factor or perhaps he had. Maybe he had already sent his men undercover. Perhaps he thought everyone is going destroy each other. Matter of fact everyone was going to destroy each other.
L would admit that he was one of the first advocators of the idea of overthrowing Richard Grant if anyone asked what he thought of it.

After half an hour of laying on the ground he caught a glimps of the sunrise from a wndow and the bright warm orange hue that surrounded.
It was beautiful.
Guess that's what finally made him get up and move towards the kitchen. He was the only one in the living room of the base so it was good to cook breakfast. Today's a special day; when the treaty will be signed upon with the Sirens, Keys and Poisons. Something sweet...pancakes. So half an hour would pass before he could create four plates with stacks, each topped with a healthy amount of syrup, L's own kind that's basically boiled suger distilled, a creation that normally satisfied his own sweet tooth desires. In front of each plate was indidual pieces of paper that read: "Red" "Dark" and "Tien" messily scrawled as if someone was writing with their left hand but not before shattering ever bone. Writing was just too hard to grasp for Leo.

"What else...what else?" He had said to himself in confusion but then remembered he had to look presentable in the meeting. He found a suit that he hid underneath the sink and put it on, uncomfortable with the unusual tightness of the tuxedo and the tie (it was a clip-on), but he decided to bear it out and might as well be used to it. So he sat on the contemporary sofa and held his own plate of pancakes in one hand and a fork in another. It took no time to finish the meal but he still savoured every sweet moment of its existence. Terribly tempted to take the other plates, L found himself pulling a familiar book off a shelf, The Hunchback Of Notre Dame, an old book with weathered yellow pages.

He dropped his plate in the sink and sat in a contemporary chair, knees up to his chest, slightly hunched over, and started to continue reading where he left off. Maybe it would take his mind off the matter and how despite this was a treaty it wasn't going to treated as such. That in the end, the Bullets were going to ally strongly with the Poisons, a position L can't tell is beneficial or harmful. Some people, regular Bullets, started to arrive one by one as Leo held the book close to his face and large eyes went left-to-right on pages. It'd been amusing to find the expression on the other's faces to discover that breakfast was made for them, it wasn't a regular thing, but Leo was just too drawn into the worn-out pages and black ink to care for their reactions or the looks on their faces.
Oh Quasimodo, you poor, poor, bastard.

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Buck rolled over in his bed, groaning loudly. His back popped, and his bones creaked as he sat up - his fedora still latched to his scalp. He scratched his chest lazily, rolling his opposite shoulder as he looked around the room. It was... very bland. The walls didn't even have paint. Why paint a house to look good if only you see it, right? He yawned, tossing his feet over the edge of his bed. He reached under the brim of his hat, and rubbed his eyes, looking out the slatted window. It was morning. Moreso, the morning of a new day. The gangs, rivals since they had formed, were joining together. Frankly, as one of the Key's oldest supporters, he hated the idea. He'd taken a shot at some of those other gang members, and he knew that they knew that he took potshots at them. He'd probably be heckled. Although.... frankly, he didn't give a damn. They'd have to get over it like he would.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Riiiight..." He murmured to himself, in the glowing dawn of the day rising.

Buck walked over the clothing rack he had nearby, his suits hung neatly. He'd pick one randomly; they all were identical anyhow.... He began to dress himself. He pulled his stark black trousers up to his waist, and buckled the suspenders to his trousers. The white dress shirt came over next, covering Buck's aging, semi-muscular chest. He pulled the suspenders over his shoulders, and clasped them in place, before pulling on his dress jacket.... Before he took it off again. He moved over to the end table next to his bed, and opened the drawer. The black leather holster seemed to gleam as he picked up the Python his father had gotten so long ago for him. The thing was antiquicated in it's time; it was worth a fortune now. But Buck wouldn't let this thing leave his fingers dead. He'd wrap the belted holster around his waist, at a reverse wear - he'd have to crossdraw. But it kept people from sneaking up behind him, and taking his weapon. He walked back over to his dress jacket, and slipped it on again. It covered up his revolver seemlessly. It was a phantom in his clothing, and untill he made his first shot... that's what it'd be.

Buck then went to his bathroom, and retrieved the black steel razor-bladed knife that resided there. A little known fact - his close range weapon really was his shaving tool. The weapon had a folded steel blade; sharp enough to peel skin off a man with more than a little force. Buck used the knife to give a few touch-ups to his gruff, wooly facial hair, making sure his beard was trimmed neat. He always wondered why he paid more attention to his facial hair than his actual hair, which was... actually quite messy. Noone ever saw his face. Not even the other Keys had seen it. But maybe, it was because he always wore his fedora. He diverted his thoughts back to shaving.

The old fellow walked out of the bathroom, folding his blade, and sticking it into his pants pocket. He gave his face a rub over, to make sure he'd not nicked himself anywhere. Confirming his smooth face, he decided it was time to grab something to eat...and fulfill another need. Buck would move his way to the kitchen of his home. It wasn't much. There wasn't even an actual stove - just a little kitchenette, really. But what he was after wasn't much of food right now. On the small round table in the middle of the room was a pack of cigarettes. Buck went straight for them, opening the pack, and withdrawing the last crinkled smoke from it. He felt around his suit... and eventually found a siver lighter. All of his suits had at least one in them. He flipped the lighter open, holding his fine smokable with his lips, ignited the end. He took a few puffs, making sure it was lit. The cheap ones either burnt like matches, or didn't stay lit. Assuring flame was present, he took a long drag, before setting the pack down. He enjoyed the soothing feeling of nicotine reentering his system after a light sleep. It took the edge off of the morning...

Buck went to his small icebox, and opened it up, pulling some of the contents out. It was last night's dinner, a bold soup with chicken. He looked at soup's container, before putting it back over a stove eye, and twisting the dial. Instantly, the stove kicked on, the eye quickly begining to glow with heat. Buck sat back in one of the two seats at the table, taking another drag on his cigarette. He looked back to the table, on which a small plastic ashtray sit.. in which, he tapped the monochrome ash into. He'd nestle the bent smoke into one of the 'fingers' of the ashtray, and moved back to the stove. The soup was bubbiling with new life, which made the rough-neck flip the stove's dial to off, and switching it to a cool eye. Buck looked around... and instead of reaching for the bowls... he'd go for the glasses. He'd pick out a moderate sized glass, and poured some of the hot soup into it. While Buck dressed nice, he was still a roughneck by life. Soup in a bowl took two hands to eat. He'd sip it from a glass, so he had one free hand. To smoke. To defend himself. To pinch his nose to help him get over the taste of his father's home-made soup recipe. He chuckled lightly. He never really liked it. It wasn't BAD, but it wasn't good either. But it kept his backbone from touching his belly, and it was filling and nutritous.

And that's what he did. Buck sat in the chair, and sipped on his cup-o-soup, occasionally chewing a bit of chicken, or a vegetable. His hand went back to his cigarette and took another puff. He sat there... eating (drinking?), smoking.... thinking. He was taking his day in strides at breakfast.
Ain't gonna be a great reception at the begining of our joining. Noone's gonna get a long in the begining. Especially me. He reasoned. He looked at his glass of soup. Hate the fuckin' Siren's the most. Bunch of girls in bright clothes. With whips. I remember when I could pay to sleep with those kind of people. Not that I would've. Too upstart. They think they can do everything. 'Don't underestimate us. Don't underestimate us. Don't underestimate us.' is all they say when you try to say something negitive.

"Those who claim they're being underestimated, often underestimate their opponent's ability to estimate their estimates." He said to himself, taking another long draw on his cigarette.

Poison. Rockers. They're also pretty upity. They're not in your face about it though. And they seem to have tact; instead of running in screaming 'Don't underestimate us because we're girls', they seem to have rational thought.' Buck reasoned with himself. They at least stay under the radar untill. I think I'll have the least conflict with them.

"Yeah. I'll eventually pick out a reason to hate them too." He said with a monotone voice, taking a heavy glug of his soup-drink.

Bullets. Gangers. Rappers. Breakdancers. All rap and hip hop is 'Sex, drugs, sex, beating women, sex, drugs, sex, selling women'. And then half of it claims that it's their real life. Not something I'd listen to, honestly... They're like the Poison fellows though. Other then their choice in music, I can't say that they're all that bad.

"Maybe I just hate The Sirens a lot. When I sit down and think about it... the other two aren't that bad." Buck said. He pulled another drag from his cigarette. Or... at least tried to. It only took him a second to find out he was sucking on a smoldering filter and had just finished breakfast. Buck would place his cup in the sink, and push the butt of the cigarette into his pack. He'd go back into his bedroom, and bring out two more packs. And as he was heading out the door, he'd reach over to an umbrella rack, littered with not only umbrellas... but his rapier. Yet something else to go around his waist. He picked up the scabarded weapon, and held it in his hand. Really, it was modernly useless. The rapier was used for gentleman's duels. The colichemarde, and estocs were more commonly seen in real combat. The only thing more uncommon was a foil. But Buck opened up his jacket, and unbuckled his belt. He slid the sheath for his weapon on upside down. His own rapier was very special. It had a latch on the scabbard, which made sure it wouldn't fall out on it's own. It's blade was shortened. It was overall fairly short for a rapier, really. But that's what he needed. With the blade sticking up, he could tuck it behind his back, behind one of his suspender straps. It held the blade close, against his back. The soft leather also dampened the shape. It was quite concealed.

Buck pushed open his door, stepping into the outside world. He turned to lock the place, before setting off into the ruined streets. He was a very short walk away from the Key's hideout....And on his way there, he would peel open his new pack of smokes, pulling out the first crinkled cigarette.

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Lilah J. Ikuto


Lilah woke up to the regular sound of thumping from upstairs and screaming from downstairs. She sighed and glared hotly at the ceiling before sitting up on her bed. She'd gone over to her upstairs neighbors and kindly asked them to stop their... loud activities but they had slammed the door in her face and continued on as they pleased. Lilah had controled herself then; counting up to one hundred and taking deep breaths but her self control only lasted for so long. Theyre like fucking bunnies... but worse, she thought to herself angrily since she'd never be so impolite as to say it out loud.

Now, as for the downstairs neighbors, they had serious marital issues. The wife cheats on the husband, the husband cheats on the wife, they'd get angry, go at each other then there'd be a creepy silence. During those silent moments Lilah always wondered if they had killed each other but the next day would prove to her that they were very much alive... and still weirdly married to one another. Why they havent gotten a divorce yet still baffles her. Anyway, trying to get them to see reason is impossible. Lilah had knocked on their door for hours but they either didnt hear her or they simply didnt care.

"Rude, the lot of them are..." she grumbled as she lazily rubbed her eyes awake.

She shivered. It wasnt particularly cold but having been under a warm blanket all night only to wake up to a fresh room sort of did that to her. She stood up and walked across to her small closet in search for todays clothing. If she needed to change later on she always had a few changes out in the hideout. It was, after all, her second home. She could have stayed there if she wanted to and avoid the awful condition of the dingy apartment and its loud inhabitants but she didnt want to trouble Stella anymore than she had to. Presently, she chose a pair of black jeans and a green and black striped button down shirt. Quickly changing into said clothes she put on some black flats and made her way to her vanity. She frowned as she spotted her lion mane hair sticking every which way. This simply wont do... Pulling a brush through it she made sure it was knot-free and then put it up in a high ponytail. She didnt usually tie her hair up but today felt as good a day as any to try it out. It felt oddly weird but she shrugged the feeling off. Brushing her bangs evenly she took one last look before nodding assertively.

She briskly moved toward the door and strapped up her rappier to her hip like usual. Picking up the small black messenger bag next to the door she turned to inspect her room before leaving. It was smaller than most places but Lilah kept it neat and orderly as much as she possibly could. She wasnt a neat freak, she just had a problem with finding things in messes. "Oh! Almost forgot..." she muttered to herself as she ran back into the place, picked up her fedora, placed it on her head and ran back to the entrance/exit. Locking the door, all seven locks of them, she jumped down the stairs and made her way over to the building in front of it.

Yes people, she lived right in front of their hangout. It was somewhat comical to see these two buildings side by side. While her apartment complex was dingy, old and falling apart there stood next to it a stable modern looking building. A rarerity of sorts since the poverty around here was so high nowadays. Lilah made her way to their hangouts door and opened the door. She spotted Stella almost instantly and smiled. Catching sight of Abby as well her smile turned wider. "Morning everyone!" she greeted them. Steping inside she skipped her way over to the kitchen and rummaged in her messager bag. She took out five small white boxes and put them on the countertop. She sneaked a glance at Stella and asked quietly, "Have you eaten yet? Are you hungry?" She glanced over at Abby and smiled. "Theres food for you too if you'd like."

The boxes were all labeled in Lilahs neat and cursive letters. Each having the owners name writen on the top. If they didnt want anything then they could always store it in the fridge for later of course. She went over and sat down on the other unoccupied couch. As she sat she let her mind wander to the new treaty between the gangs. Lilah wasnt sure if it would hold long enough for them to finish off Grant but the intent was clear. The desperation had led to this and they had to make this work out. Otherwise, all of it wouldnt mean anything. Over the years she had been alone on the streets, before she came to be a part of the Keys, she had always avoided the gangs. Her foster parents had mentioned stories of them to placate her when she was a bit rebellious but she never did know if they were true.

Poisons.

Sirens.

Bullets.

Heck! Even Keys.


She had narrowly avoided them all in her darkest years for fear of getting killed by them. She couldnt really tell you what she thinks of them because, having never met any of them personally, she didnt really have a clear opinion of them. Of course, her fate had brought her to the Keys leader and its members. Still, to this day Lilah wont judge the other gangs by what she hears. I guess you could say that if she doesnt know the real deal behind something she wont believe it. Facts is what one needs for Lilah to formulate an opinion or an idea of something.

This new treaty would probably require the gangs to cooperate with one another. Lilah wasnt sure if that would go well to begin with seing that some of them disliked the Keys and they disliked some of them. We'd probably be reasonable about it I suppose but to what extent...? She pondered on that. How long would this co-existance last? And how would it end? She sighed.

The things one must do because of that bloody Grant Richards...

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Teris Noir


Teris Noir lay there with both eyes closed and his head laying on his curved arms beneath, rather than the pillow. Long blue hair obscured most of his body, going down just past his knees; it was messy and unkempt, full of tangles from where it had been pulled about during the night. It was early, the sun seemed slightly brighter than normal and there was an irritating thudding noise coming from above where the Poison’s β€˜Muscle’ was busy getting a head start on the day. He might have thought to be light on his feet but he was not the one underneath those elephant stomps. Usually it would not bother Teris at all, however he hadn’t slept well the night before and he had a terrible hangover. With every thud, Teris buried his head deeper and deeper into his arms, letting out a soft, pained groan. Now that he thought about it, it was a stupid idea to celebrate the signing of the treaty, the night before it would actually be signed. However Teris could use the excuse to run down to the local store, get (steal) a few bottles of beer and spend the night drinking away his worries. A stupid idea and now he was stuck with the consequences; a hangover. Despite that, Teris was a man of pride and respect, one which did not leave any bottles or cans lying around for his gang to drink. Most of them were underage anyway, the only one old enough to drink as Senario and Teris didn’t ever feel like asking the apathetic workaholic if he wanted a drink. Teris could not bear to see the rest of his group high (or low) on alcohol, so he ensured that he packed everything away in a special place -- under his bed. His hangover would probably get worse as the day progressed, especially with the loud mouthed Sirens; eventually Teris would probably end up passing out somewhere and not waking up until the evening after. Hopefully, during that time he would not be needed by his gang. Perhaps he should just start that sleep thing now and let everyone else go to the meeting, he wasn’t needed anyway…

β€œYo, Teris! Get your lazy butt up!” A voice yelled from the other side of his closed door, Teris replied merely with another moan. β€œWe've got somewhere to be,” The voice belonged to his cousin Skylar and the leader of the Poisons.

β€œI know, I know.” Teris replied wearily. Almost instantly a thought occurred to him, his cousin would never be up before midday so it must be extremely late. Teris swiftly lifted his head and shot up out of bed, grabbing the nearby clock and glancing at the time; 8:19. β€œUgh.” he threw the thing back over at the bedside table, however it missed and smashed against the wall. Teris didn’t care though, he merely fell back onto the bed and covered both his eyes with his arms, letting out another loud groan.

It took approximately ten minutes for Teris to finally pull himself out of bed, he threw on some clothes which he left on the floor; a white shirt, white trousers, a brown belt, black boots which went past the knees; and a black jacket. He picked up his gloves from the floor, his weapons, and a hair band on the side before exiting the room and continuing into the kitchen. He threw the weapons on the kitchen counter, making a loud scraping sound which made him cringe.

β€œMorning Sky,” Teris yawned, finally putting on both of his gloves and pushing the long hair away from his eyes. One could easily tell that he had just gotten out of bed, Teris never made an appearance without his hair tied up if he could help it; his clothes were scruffy and his eyes showed nothing but exhaustion. Teris flinched slightly when he heard yet another bang from the roof, β€œDamnit, doesn’t that guy take a break?” he glared towards the roof and grumbled. It was rare for Teris to be in such an irritable state, usually he would be calm and collected, however when faced with a hangover as painful as this he could not act his usual self; everything annoyed him. Finally Teris managed to drag his hair into a hair band behind him, allowing some to hang loose at the front. He glanced around the kitchen and found an bottle of beer on the side. Cursing himself from not putting it away, Teris grabbed it from the kitchen counter and pulled the lid off with his hands. He took a long swig but felt extremely ill so decided to tip it away.

β€œI don’t think I ever want to drink again.” Teris uttered under his breath, resisting the urge to vomit. He collected himself together and turned back around to Skylar, β€œGet the others and let’s get this meeting over with.” Teris said as he began attaching the weapons to his person. He fastened the hidden blade on his right wrist, testing it and making the blade swiftly pop out and then back. He strapped the katana to his side and slipped the signature dagger into his right boot.

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Kita Kizaki


There was darkness. Not the kind of darkness most children are afraid of, but the darkness that awaits you after you’ve spent too long on a school project and your mind just doesn’t have the energy to even conjure up a dream for you. It just let’s you lie there, oblivious to the world around you, slowly and surely replenishing the energy you so carelessly wasted with all-nighters and procrastination. It’s a good darkness, the kind you invite in rather than try and force out. It’s a kind of darkness you rather not be dragged away from.

"Wakey-wakey!” Kita heard the leader shout from the other side of his door.

β€œNooo….” Kita moaned, rolling over and snuggling up into his fluffy covers. A soft smile reached his lips in his half asleep state, proud of Sky to be up before midday. He never was up before 8-ish, so seeing him have to knock on Kita’s door to get him awake was a surprise.

Falling back asleep, Kita’s thinking began to slow and he quickly fell back into the dreamless sleep he was in before Skylar rudely awakened him. Now if only the sun would stop shining in his face…

Sun. In…his face? That didn’t happen until it was at least 8:10. It was early, it had to be. Or maybe it wasn’t.

Groggily Kita opened his eyes, squinting at the clock on his bed side. 8:30am, it said in blood shot numbers.

β€œAw, dammit!” Kita shouted suddenly bolting out of his bed. Unfortunately he forgot to take into consideration the fact that he was tangled in his covers, which caused him to land face first into the floor, β€œFuck, owwwww!” he whimpered loudly, sitting up and rubbing his abused nose. His hair was sticking up in random places, frizzy with bed-head. Eyes were wide open and filled with urgentcy. He shot up from the floor and looked around his neat-ish room for a pair of clothes to wear. Something nice but still him…who was he kidding. Jeans and his jacket worked just fine.

Within 5 minutes, Kita was dressed in a green undershirt with a white button-up shirt on top of it, with his favorite navy blue jacket, rolled up to his elbows. Dark wash jeans hugged the curves of his legs and his high top gold Converse fitted onto his feet. He had slicked his hair back with a brush and placed his ever famous headphones around his neck, turning up the music so he could hear it as if he was listening to it on his head.

With a confident stroll he opened his door and walked out, smiling at Teris and Skylar. He passed them and yanked open the fridge, refusing to even utter a word to them until he had sipped his morning juice; strawberry flavored of course.

Scanning the fridge he found some and pulled one out, stabbing the straw through the allotted slot and took a long sip, his eyes closed in pure bliss. When he opened his eyes and looked at the two other occupants in the room with clearer eyes his smile became a grin.

β€œMorning, Boss!” Kita exuberantly exclaimed to Sky, β€œHow are you this morning?” He yawned widely in the middle of the sentence, covering his mouth with his hand. Kita glanced at Teris and his grin faltered just a little bit.

Teris didn’t look so well, was something wrong with him? Was he okay?

β€œTeris? You okay?” Kita asked hesitantly, a frown replacing his happy grin. Of course that didn’t last very long on his face and he was soon smiling again, β€œYou didn’t sleep well did you? Well I slept wonderfully in case you were wondering. You don’t look so well are you sure your alright? I don’t want you to get sick,” Kita made a disgusted face, β€œIf you get sick you might get me sick and you might even get Boss sick too!” He tilted his head at Teris and then shook it, truly hoping he wasn’t going to get sick. That was the last thing they needed. He was the 2nd in command, and they needed him. Meds were hard to come by now a days and Kita knew there was going to be a day when meds weren’t going to cure anyone, no matter how potent, or plentiful they were.

Sucking on his straw to get more juice, Kita turned back to Skylar, β€œSo Boss, you ready for that meeting? We’re gonna play nice with the gangs right? No need for fights and causalities we don’t need, not to mention want, you know what I mean and- oh…” Kita looked up when he heard a low thud, β€œIs that Senerio? He doesn’t stop. I should go say good morning. It must be lonely up there all alone…” Kita trailed off and looked between the two other bodies when another yawn ripped through his mouth.

β€œFoood…and more juice!” Kita giggled and rummaged through the fridge, finding more than enough eggs for the three of them. Though he didn’t know if they wanted any…but he wanted eggs…should they save them? Or did eggs go bad. Kita didn’t know, or care for that matter.

Slowly he put the eggs back and grabbed a couple more juices sipping each one contently. When he finished them, in record timing as always, he snagged a carton of ice cream, strawberry flavored, he had stashed in the back of the freezer.

He snatched a spoon from the counter, not caring where it had been and dug into the ice cream, making his way up to where Senerio was.

β€œNeh, Senerio! We have a meeting today!” Kita yelled at him when he arrived on the roof, watching the older man train, β€œOh and I have ice cream…if you want some that is! I don’t mind sharing.” Kita shouted at him again, eating his ice cream with childlike glee.

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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.

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Katraynka Moriyama

Katra followed the girls into the place where the gang they were attacking was. She quick pulled the fuzzy pink cat earphones on top of her blonde hair and she pulled out her whip and cracked it with a loud snapping sound. Yes, the Sirens were coming. For once in her life, she was silent, listening to what Kitten had to say, for she admired her leader much. She stayed silent as Kitty said her "catchphrase", but added a snicker directed at the rival gang members. She would have said something, but this moment was all too perfect, in a snap, the girl had her camera out and, before anyone could register what she was doing, there was a bright flash and this moment was forever caught in her camera's memory. Their faces were priceless and she couldn't wait to laugh over this with Kitty and ZuZu on their way to the meeting, in fact, she was already giggling like mad.

Ah, the meeting. It was not something she looked forward to, she wasn't particularly fond of any of the groups. They keys liked to listen to classical which was anything but Katra's favorite type of music, they were way too formal. Though, if they dyed them pink and added some glitter, their fedoras would be quite the fashion statement. Now, the bullets. Rap was noise, though at times, it sounded decent with a pop singer, it was just noise, loud and annoying, so she automatically didn't like the bullets. The closest to decent would have to be Poison. She could stand rock music, and an all boy gang did have its perks, she had to admit, some of them freaked her out a bit, especially the leader, not her favorite, she'd like to stick the barrel of her pistol down his throat, but a treaty is a treaty, she'll just have to cope.

Instead of using her whip, Katra flicks her trusty pink gun out of her boot and shoots her victim straight in the eye with mind boggling precision. Quick and easy as pie. The man's body drops to the floor in a pool of blood and she blows on the end of her gun and sticks it back in her boot, ready for the next time it'd be needed. She smiled to the others just in time to see Kitty finish of the leader.

"That was fun!" She exclaimed, walking over to Aden and Kitty and putting her arms around both of them, "And I got a great picture of their faces when we came in, I don't think the moment could've been any better!" She laughed her sweet, tinkling little laugh and then held up a finger to stop the girls while she jogged over and took a picture of each of the dead men, then stood back and got a picture of the hole room. "Good ole' before and after pics are great, aren't they?" She asked.

Katra jogged back to her 'sisters', and stuck her arm up with the camera facing the three of them and snapped a picture. It would have been an adorable picture of the trio if not for the gruesome scene in the background. She allowed the camera to drop down, hanging on the glittery pink lanyard around her neck. "Let's get this over with, this should prove to be pretty interesting..."

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"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. Β 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.Β 

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.Β 

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- Red -


"Well Fuck."

"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."

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~Dark~


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.

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Senerio Aiku

Senerio was only mildly surprised when Skylar got up onto the roof. Usually the leader didn't wake up before noon, being extremely lazy at times (not like Senerio would ever point that out), but the whole treaty thing meant that everyone had to get up and get moving earlier than usual... Except Senerio. He was always up early, to the annoyance of some of the members of the Poison. They didn't like it when he trained, because he'd always make loud thumping noises from his movements. Well, more than anything, when he was attacking. Senerio didn't really care about being silent; he wasn't an assassin. He just went around and beat the crap out of people who pissed off the Poisons.

"When do you sleep?" Senerio finished one last attack before turning and looking at the leader. He looked tired, which was unusual... Well, only because Skylar was usually too paranoid to let his guard down around anyone, even members of his own gang. Senerio knew that the only reason he was letting his guard down now was because he trusted Senerio... More or less. It didn't feel good so much as it confirmed what Senerio already knew: Skylar didn't trust anybody but a select few gang members.

"When the others get up, we got somewhere to be. I wanna talk with the others again to figure out what we're gonna do." Skylar yawned and turned back around, waving a lazy hand at Senerio. "When you're done with all that, eat something." Senerio nodded, but Skylar just let the roof. Senerio let out a soft sigh, shaking his head slowly. He didn't feel very hungry, but he knew he should eat... Figuring he could just get something later, Senerio went back to training, though his mind wasn't really paying attention.

More than anything he was still thinking about the other gangs. Could they be trusted? Senerio knew that the Sirens had gone out to take care of a smaller gang that was trying to break apart the alliance, but did that mean they were reliable? Senerio didn't really like them. In all honesty, their excitement and raw emotion was a little too much for him to process. He had trouble identifying emotions in his fellow Poisons, let alone a bunch of preppy girls who seemed to have a strange affinity for the color pink. It went without saying that they were not Senerio's favorite gang.

On the other hand, the Keys and Bullets weren't one hundred percent trustable either. The Keys were smooth and polite, certainly, but Senerio knew (from past experience) that the leader had a strong dislike of the Poisons. Senerio wasn't quite sure why, but they wouldn't be on the top of his 'trustable' list of people... Which, in all honesty, was quite a short list of one word: himself. The Keys might act all polite, but Senerio trusted their leader about as far as he could throw a car... Not very much, at all.

Now came the Bullets. Were they not trustable, or was Senerio letting his past get in the way of his thoughts? He hoped not. It had taken him long enough to gather his mind and return to some semblance of reasonable thought, and even then he knew the others were wary around him. Besides all that, he simply didn't like the Bullets on principal. Even if none of them had anything to do with his past, he couldn't trust them. It was as simple as that. Senerio shook his head. He was letting his own personal feelings (which were few in number, admittedly) cloud his judgement... And he knew that would get you killed.

Face contorting into a feral snarl, Senerio grabbed one of his daggers and threw it at the stuffed dummy. It crumpled to its knees, the dagger having cut right through the rope holding it up and digging itself into the wooden post behind it. Calming down, he sighed again and walked over, pulling the dagger from the wood as the door to the roof opened up again. Senerio took in a deep breath and let it out, calming himself further. He was going to need all the patience he could to deal with Kita and his energy... It wasn't like Senerio was tired, he just didn't like working with emotions. They confused him.

β€œNeh, Senerio! We have a meeting today!” Kita called out, as if Senerio didn't know that already. The black-haired young man put his dagger back silently, not replying. β€œOh and I have ice cream…if you want some that is! I don’t mind sharing.” Ice cream? For breakfast? Besides, he wasn't hungry. Senerio shook his head again, walking over to Kita. The pink-haired teen didn't seem to mind his decline. If anything, he was glad, because that meant more for him to eat. "Kita-san... Are you only eating that?" Senerio asked, instinctively using the honorifics taught to him years ago. "It would be better if you ate more of those strawberries you enjoy... I believe we have some freshly washed," Senerio mentioned off-hand. He was the second oldest in the top four of the Poisons, but he acted more like a caretaker sometimes. It wasn't like he really cared about them (they only had a working relationship, if that), but if they stayed healthy and alive then it improved his chances of staying healthy and alive.

"If Kita-san wants, I can cut him something else to eat," Senerio offered as he walked past the pinkette, heading down to the kitchen. He supposed he should get something to eat. After all, he didn't have much weight on him as it was.

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-Tien-


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.Β 

"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.Β 

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Abigail Shire

"The hell do you think you're going?" In the dark hours of the morning, it took almost all of Abby's willpower to stop, turn, and reply in a pleasant enough voice (like a good Keys member) to the domineering group of some lesser gang's men. β€œHome. You can come with me, if you want. My friends would love to see you.” As little as they were, they obviously felt they could handle a lone, stray Key; with numbers rather than actual skill. And this is what I get for taking a morning walk. Idiots are such a pain. Sneering, they formed a circle around her; any intelligent reply they might have made was drowned out of Abby's ears, as she was busy internally groaning at the prospect of the imminent, one-sided fight that was about to break out. I don't get how people would waste their energy being bullies. It'd be better to sleep. Speaking of which, that's exactly what I should be doing. If only I could, since when have I went on walks at four in the morning?

Thoughts like such clamored in Abby's head, underneath a calm front she had while casually resuming her walk as if the bully circle didn't exist. She was, well, ignoring them; still being up and about so early was making her grumpy. The Keys' pretense of manners would be dropped by now, anyway. She didn't seem to notice (nor would she care) that rage had started gripping the men, and flashes of steel began to coincidentally slide from sleeves. Upon reaching striking distance from --who Abby assumed to be-- the leader, two thick chef's knives gleamed wickedly for a split-second in his hands before lunging forward in a stab, directed somewhere carelessly near her stomach. All it took was a quick pivot on her left foot to the side, and the next thing he knew she had disarmed, or stolen, one of his knives. Did I mention what a pain this is?

By now, the rest were alert and trickling in, until one attempted to sneak up behind her. Stel would get mad if I went home covered in blood, right? Sighing, Abby turned to the side as a knife flew by and reached back to stab her own into the offender's neck; leaving it there to stay clear of a blood spray. Wearing a relaxed smile, she casually picked up the dead's weapon, content not to use dirty her own, while the others went into an uproar. It's funny that these five idiots still don't know who I am. The next few moments went routinely the same as they charged her, one after the other dropping to the ground with a knife through the heart. Yawning, Abby brushed off her hands, fixed her hat, and strode back to the Keys hangout, without another thought or glance backwards. As soon as she got there she crashed on a couch in the main room; after dropping her three chosen weapons in a pile on the floor. At least I'm tired enough to sleep, now.

---


Four hours later, at the sound of her leader's voice, Abby managed to struggle awake. She groaned, still groggy, and resisted the urge to simply turn over her side, go back to sleep, and therefore ignore the older female. I never want another lecture on etiquette again. β€œNow Abby girl, you’re a young lady, and very beautiful if I may say, so can you please put something more feminine on?” Inwardly sighing, she ruffled her hair to clear her head and slowly stood. "I suppose I don't have a choice, yes?" Obediently gathering up her swords, she was making her way to her room in the hideout before Stel added: β€œOh and Abby, as soon as the others are up we are leaving. We have a meeting with the other gangs, including the Sirens.” At the note about the Sirens, Abby instinctively stopped for a moment before picking up her pace again; giving a wave and a halfhearted 'Okay' backwards.

As she systematically changed to a better outfit in her ever-plain room, her mind started turning. For one, the prospect of meeting the Sirens didn't seem to be much of a positive, or as meaningful as what others might think. After all, she couldn't remember them, and they'd probably forgotten about her. Either way, Abby had already grown not to care. I haven't even met them much over the years. I've hardly even been near their territory, anyway. But, in any event, the Sirens would be the best out of her day; she liked them better than the other gangs, simply because they had never given her a reason otherwise (even if the excess pink hurts after a while). They'd probably get along, but she could only speak for herself. The other gangs? Not so much. The Bullets, for example, were a completely different story.

Sure, the Bullets allowed both genders into their gang like the Keys, but the similarities ended there. To Abby, they seemed incredibly uncivilized; even their music choices bothered her. Can Rap even be considered music? It's just a speaking a jumble of lyrics, fast. But above it all, their Muscle made her want to punch his face. She could never understand how they could possibly be the same rank, even the thought of it disgusted her. She'd only met him once or twice over the years, and they'd barely even exchanged words; but the impression she'd got? For once, Abby wouldn't mind picking a fight; it'd be wonderfully nice to skewer him. She didn't really get much of anything from anybody else in the Bullets, but it was easy to assume that anyone that worked with a guy like that couldn't really be much better. She'd heard that their tactician was creepy, too. But I'll get along, if only because Stel and Lil would want me to; that and the fact that Grant has to go.

Last but not least, were the Poisons. Huh. Thinking about it, maybe they aren't so bad. She didn't remember many confrontations between them, which meant they hadn't made her work; a good impression in itself. Their muscle, it seemed, was something about the same as she, not the Bullet's kind. Abby wouldn't admit it, but she admired how they weren't so recognizable. I bet they don't get targeted at four in the morning. But, they were an all-boys gang. For some reason she couldn't remember, she felt somewhat prejudiced against them. Oh well. It seemed like she'd be able to be peaceful with all but one, at least.

With a last, dejected sigh, Abby settled her hat on her head and, with her weapons at her sides, left her room in full girl's casual attire. She was normal, but without heels. Those she'd be damned wear, they'd always seemed like they would cost her in a fight. Just the second after she returned to the main room Lilah entered, smiling widely before a greeting. Now grinning as well, Abby returned a 'Good morning' while making her way to the kitchen for a slice of bread; something small to eat while being her lazy self for whatever free time was left. Declining Lilah's offer of more food, she settled herself on a empty armchair; producing a ipod and earbuds from her small, brown bag to pass the time. She kept an ear open so she could listen to her friends, relaxing at the sound of classical music. In an effort to stay awake, she glanced at the other girls in slight boredom.

"So, think we'll get anywhere in the meetings or the treaty before we all kill each other first? Though we'll have to, nonetheless."

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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."

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Stella sat their quietly while she heard Abby get up and change and come back out, at the same time that Lilah had entered. Stella looked back with a smile, "Morning everyone” β€œGood morning to you too Lilah.” Stella said, keeping her smile, before going back to thinking on how long this treaty was actually going to last, but Stella would do whatever she could just to see Grant Richard die. Stella then spotted some white boxes on the counter.

Stella knew it was food that Lilah brought over, but Stell barely ever ate breakfast. "Have you eaten yet? Are you hungry?" Stella looked over at Lilah. β€œNo thank you Lilah, I’m not so hungry right now, but probably later, again, thank you anyways.” Stella as she got up and noticed Abby didn't want hers either. β€œI’ll just put them in the fridge for later.” Stella said picking hers up, along with Abby’s giving her a smile that basically said β€˜let me put this away for you.

As Stel opened the fridge and put the small white boxes in, she heard Abby as a question along quiet soothing classical music coming out of her iPod. "So, think we'll get anywhere in the meetings or the treaty before we all kill each other first? Though we'll have to, nonetheless." Stella looked back at Abby, and realizing she changed. β€œI hope so, even though I don’t really think the Poisons will, but all we can really do is hope. Also, you looked beautiful with that outfit.” Stella said before going back and sitting down.

As long as the Poisons don’t do anything stupid, we should be fine. Stella thought to herself, always paranoid over the Poisons, they were just reckless. β€œAlso, Buck should be here soon, as soon as he gets here were going to leave for the meeting with the other gangs, and hopefully, no violence.” Stell said as she got up and cleaned her empty glass that she used to drink her wine. Stella then put it on the counter to air dry, which she did for most but not all of the dishes.

As Stella finished, she kept on thinking about the treaty and killing Grant Richards. β€œOh, and guys, I’m thinking of setting up a sort of mini treaty with each of the gangs, individually. And the reason for that is after we kill Grant Richards, what will the gangs do? Fight...” Stella said to everyone, because it was true, after killing Grant Richards, each of the gangs would want to rule, and if they think the Keys have the back, none of them will attack them. Stella didn't like this lying, it was basically against all she was about, but she had to protect her gang, plus it wouldn’t be lying, it would be deceiving. β€œSo, what do you guys think, I always love having your opinions.” Stel said with a smile.

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Psyche was just finishing up his 'breakfast' with a belch when he found himself searching for the source of a sudden sound. He turned around in the seat and spotted Teris standing there, cringing at the sound he made. Psyche's eyes narrowed suspiciously, watching the other, older boy for the rest of the time. β€œMorning Sky,” Teris greeted him with a yawn. It was a little out of character for Teris and Psyche knew that. He didn't reply, only crossed his arms and leaned stiffly back against the counter. He wasn't frowning yet, but he wasn't exactly smiling; just as he wasn't glaring, but his expression wasn't a totally enthused one either. At the fading thumping sounds from the roof, he watched Teris glare and mumble to himself. β€œDamnit, doesn’t that guy take a break?”

The other boy was obviously irritable. He had a hangover. And that pissed Psyche off. Cousin or not, he still wanted to take a knife and stab the blue-haired prick's tongue out, just to get the message through to his thick head that alcohol ended in bad things. It always did! It made Psyche tense up and squeeze his hands into fists. If he wasn't his cousin, if the hungover person in front of him happened to be Senerio or even Kita, Psyche would of made no hesitation to have his head in a choke-hold. Instead, he only remained silent and watched, clenching his teeth and grinding them when the clueless idiot took another swig. Since when had he allowed alcohol into this establishment? He made a mental note that he'd have to make that clear sometime. Maybe sometime soon. β€œI don’t think I ever want to drink again.” Psyche was frowning now. He was suddenly not a very happy Poison leader. β€œGet the others and let’s get this meeting over with.”

Hearing footsteps coming up behind him made Psyche reconsider re-arranging Teris's internal organs and turn to see who it was. Kita came, as bubbly as ever, out from the hall of room. It, at the least, made him feel a little less tense. Kita had a way of doing that though, brightening the room without really doing anything at all. β€œMorning, Boss!” Another yawn from the smaller boy. β€œHow are you this morning?”

"'m fine," Psyche replied shortly, his gaze moving from Kita back to the unfinished glass of chocolate milk on the counter. His stomach was in knots now, so he didn't really feel all that up to finishing it, but he did anyway. If he hadn't, he would of just thrown it away. And what good is it to waste choclate milk? There isn't any!

"Teris? You okay?" Kita asked. He's about to get his foot shoved up his ass, Psyche thought as he crossed his arms once again to glare childishly at Teris. He knew he was just over-reacting and he knew these things probably weren't that big of a deal to normal people in daily life, but to him, it was a very big deal. It was more than just a simple, stupid little pet peeve. It was something that made his skin crawl and his stomach drop and his throat dry up. It made him on-edge more than anything. He could be in the best of moods and alcohol would always find some way, somehow, to ruin it. This, coming from the leader of a powerful gang. Psyche couldn't care less. β€œYou didn’t sleep well did you? Well I slept wonderfully in case you were wondering. You don’t look so well are you sure your alright? I don’t want you to get sick,” Kita went on, making a face in the process. β€œIf you get sick you might get me sick and you might even get Boss sick too!” Sometimes, Kita could be an oblivious idiot. But he was nevertheless, an excellent tactician, so Psyche knew he couldn't drop the poor, clueless kid. β€œSo Boss, you ready for that meeting? We’re gonna play nice with the gangs right? No need for fights and causalities we don’t need, not to mention want, you know what I mean and- oh…” There was a sound from the roof and, just when Psyche was about to finally reply, Kita just went on anyway. β€œIs that Senerio? He doesn’t stop. I should go say good morning. It must be lonely up there all alone…” And off he went, caring less about his question to the leader.

Psyche shrugged it off, though. Instead, he focused back in on the situation: him and Teris in the kitchen alone. Him, pissed off all of a sudden. Teris, painfully hungover. Psyche casually got out of his seat to put the dishes into the sink. He wasn't a maid, but they had a rule around here: clean up your own crap because nobody else is going to. It was the only thing to say to keep this place from looking like a pig-sty. Sure, they were an all-guys gang, but that didn't mean their place had to look like it. When he finished with his dishes, he calmly walked over to Teris and motioned for the slightly taller boy (Psyche...wasn't exactly as tall as he'd like to be) to bend to his height. When that happened, he smacked Teris in the forehead--not nearly hard enough for a bruise, but hard enough for him to get the point he ticked him off. "Don't tell your leader what to do," he growled out. Now he was less in the 'laid-back, buddy-buddy' sort of mood and more into the 'respect my authority or get killed' sort of mood. He pulled Teris back down to his height by the front of his shirt and glared at him. "And if I catch that stuff," he motioned towards the half-empty bottle of beer on the counter, "anywhere around one more time, I'll cut your tongue out and feed it to you." His expression said he wasn't joking. "Understood?"

Without waiting for an answer because he saw Senerio returning from his training on the roof, Psyche pulled away from Teris and looked at them. "No time to eat--you took too long!" He still was obviously not in a good mood, but it was better. Slightly. "We're leaving for the meeting. Now." And without waiting or giving a second notice, he motioned for them all to follow him and stormed out the door. The meeting place wasn't far from their own place, so he knew it wouldn't take long to get there. He didn't check to see if the other three were following him, because he knew they would.

And, just as he predicted, with only a ten minute walk, Psyche found himself standing outside the meeting place.

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Kita was munching happily on his ice cream, not minding the silence that greeted him when he asked Senerio if he wanted to have any. He did see the small shake the older boy gave him and he smiled widely, shoveling ice cream into his mouth.

He didn’t notice Senerio walking toward him until the guy was a couple feet away from him, scaring Kita just a little bit. β€œMah Sen, don’t scare mee~” he whined good-naturedly around a piece of ice cream in his mouth.

β€œKita-san… Are you only eating that?” Senerio asked him politely. Kita paused in his eating and frowned at him, β€œIt would be better if you ate more of those strawberries you enjoy… I believe we have some freshly washed.”

At that Kita brightened and let out a girlish giggle, β€œOne; I told you to call me Kita. No –san, remember?” he smiled, β€œOkay Sen, remember that. No –san after Kita. Remember got it?” He chided lightly, the tip of his finger tapping Senerio’s nose lightly, β€œAs for eating….of course not! I had like…three…no four…maybe 5 strawberry juice boxes. Silly Sen!” Kita giggled, the spoon hanging out of his mouth. He began to hum and sway in his place, enjoying the music that blasted from his headphones.


β€œYou make me this. Bring me up. Bring me down. Playing sweet. Make me move like a freak. Mr. Saxo Beat.” He sung lowly under his breath, his whole body beginning to sway with the jazz, techno, and pop music.

β€œIt would be better if you ate more of those strawberries you enjoy-” Kita cut him off with squeal.

Music forgotten, Kita all but jumped on Senerio, a shit eating grin plastered on his face, spoon clenched between his teeth.

β€œWe have strawberries!” Kita almost shouted, jumping up and down in glee, β€œSen, you should have told me!” he started rambling not even hearing the rest Senerio’s sentence.

Kita loved Senerio. Like a brother, of course. Senerio was quiet, didn’t talk much, but it seemed that Kita just…loved him. At first Kita could tell that he annoyed the older boy, but his lack of caring about that fact didn’t deter him and he continued to pester and bother Senerio. Hence where he stands now.

β€œIf Kita-san wants, I can cut him something else to eat,” the older Poison member offered Kita as he walked past him.

β€œOf course! I want-hey wait up!” his voice rose higher and Kita realized Senerio was walking away, without him. Jerk, β€œSen! Wait up.” Kita pouted as he jogged to catch up to him, β€œI want strawberries. Cut them for me, please?” Kita smiled and started eating more ice cream, albeit slower.

He didn’t like cutting things. Well he loved to cut things, mainly strawberries. But the last time he was in possession of a knife, and strawberries, the berries were gone, replaced by a pinkish red mush, with Kita bleeding heavily from his arm. No doubt from cutting it.

Kita didn’t remember much of that episode, but apparently he had been giggling insanely, going on about how he loved the color red. Unfortunately, there was a scar that ran across Kita’s arm in memory of that day.

Not pleased with where his current train of thought was leading him, Kita managed to pull his headphones around his ears, sighing as the music washed over him, the bass pounding in his head.

When Senerio and Kita reached the bottom of the stairs, Kita caught sight of the Boss, looking less friendly then he did when Kita left to see Sen. Wondering if something was wrong, he tugged down his headphone and opened his mouth to ask if he needed to do something.

β€œno time to eatβ€”you took too long!” Kita winced slightly at the harsh tone the boss used. Something happened. Teris didn’t look too pleased either.

β€œNeh, what-” Kita was cut off by his Leader, and in respect to him, he snapped his mouth shut with a click, eyes curious and confused.

β€œWe’re leaving for the meeting. Now.”

He turned on his heel and stalked out the door, an aura of pissed-offness coming off him in waves.

Kita took a glance at his now mostly melted ice cream, then to Senerio, and then to Teris.

β€œWhat did you do Teri!” Kita whined, pouted like the child he mentally was, β€œSen was gonna cut me strawberries and you just ruined it by pissing off the Boss.” He glared at the much older member, β€œI hate you!” he stamped his foot like a five year old and looked over at Senerio.

β€œI don’t think you would like this ice cream…so…” Kita found the lid on the counter and shoved his way past Teris, growling at him under his breath.

With a harsh tug, he wrenched the freezer door open and placed his half eaten and mostly melted ice cream on top, β€œAny of you eat this and I make you don’t see the next day, okay?” he said with a cheery smile at the two of them. He slammed the door closed and tugged the fridge open, grabbing a large bottle of a pre-made strawberry shake and uncapped it, taking a long sip.

β€œYummy!” he giggled, screwing the cap back on. He pushed past Teris again, grumbling, β€œWould you like to explain to me, Teris,” Kita glanced at him with cold eyes, β€œHow you managed to piss off Psyche in a matter of a few fucking minutes?” he growled out through clenched teeth.

With a huff he shook the shake bottle and uncapped it again, taking a long swig of the drink. Looking at how much he had drunk within a few seconds, Kita doubled back and grabbed another bottle, tucking it under his arm and walking past Senerio.

β€œI'm waiting Teri.” He said in a tight sing song voice, walking out the door to faithfully follow Boss.

When they reached the meeting place, Kita stood next to Psyche, humming along to the music that he had tugged back onto his ears at some point during the walk. As soon as he stopped he pulled out the shake bottle, the first one still not finished and took a small sip.

Ah the taste of strawberries. It was wonderful. Almost as wonderful as the color red. That was a lovely color too.

Kita turned up the music, drowning out dangerous thoughts. He didn’t need them to torment him during the meeting. Hell, he didn’t want them tormenting him now.

Before he knew it, both shake bottles were gone, his music was turned up to full blast, and his thoughts had disappeared. Finally

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- Red -


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."

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Aden looked over at Kitty as she started to fight as well. Looking back at another guy in front of her; all she had to do was crack her whip across his face and watch him fall to the ground howling in pain. "Oh no you poor thing! I didn't mean to use my whip against you. I meant to kick you." She kicked the man while he was on the ground then walked away. Her eyes wondered across from her to see Katra shooting someone. It did her heart good to see her fellow Sirens be so good at fighting. It was good they were good fighters too. Most have a misconception of them seeing they are all girls, no they can handle their own quite well. The thing was they still loved girly stuff such as the color pink. It threw many all guy gangs off and made it easier to kill them. Aden was proud to be a Siren to say the least. ZuZu looked at Kitten when she started leaving after killing the leader of the gang. Shaking her head she gave her a quick smile. "See we had enough time to kill the leader of a gang and then go to a meeting. I'd like to see the other gangs try that."

The fact was Aden still hated all of the other gangs they were in an alliance with. The keys were to stuck up for her, the Bullets well she hated the color purple, and Poison of course were a bunch of hotheaded guys. Well they weren't exactly that but close enough though, mainly just their leader. ZuZu looked at Katra who took a picture of the three of them with the dead guys in the background. "We should blow the picture up and put it on the wall back at the hangout." Aden loved the irony of the picture. She wasn't really sure why Katra always took pictures, she always just said it was because she liked to, but she was sure there was a meaning behind it all. "Well like Kitten said we have a meeting girls." Aden pushed the other two in front of her and started walking out of the abandon building. ZuZu felt like a step-mother sometimes to these girls. She didn't mind though seeing she liked them both very much.

Walking out she looked very content with herself. Now that was one less loser gang they had to think about. It wasn't even worth the time of killing them, but they were getting too cocky. Someone had to take them down a couple notches, and the Sirens were just the right gang for it. Truth be told ZuZu didn't feel like dealing with any of the leaders of the other gangs. When she meant all she really meant all. To her the Sirens were the smartest out of all of the other gangs in the world. They were tactful and cutely dressed if she say so herself.

Crossing her arms behind her head she looked at Kitten and Katra. "I bet you we will be the first people there." If they were she planned on rubbing it in everyone's faces when they all arrived. Her eyes looked at the building they were meeting up at as they approached. ZuZu walked up to the door and slowly opened it. It was yet another abandoned building. It had ten stories to it and their meeting was on the fifth. Seeing there probably wasn't an elevator, she walked over to the stairs. "Be careful this place looks pretty rag-tagged." Aden warned the other two before going up first.

Once she made it to the fifth floor she saw an old table and a couple of chairs laying in the corner. Dragging the table to the center of the floor she brought the chairs over as well. There were only four so each leader of a gang could sit and discuss while the other members stand. she made sure to put Kitten's chair at the head of the table. She thought it best that way seeing the Sirens were better than everyone else. Grabbing Kitten's hand she led her to her chair and forced her to sit down. "You get to have the best chair my dear. Me and Katra will stand behind you and you'll have our full support." Aden liked how Kitten ran everything. It wasn't the typical way for a leader of a gang to act yet it worked for them. ZuZu crossed her arms waiting for the other gangs to just creep into the room. It just hit her though the leader of Poison was standing outside the meeting place. Why didn't he come in? Oh well she still considered they were the first people in seeing as he was outside. "Why is the leader of Poison outside?" They just walked past him not saying anything. Oh well no one said they had to be best friends forever.

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Lilah's tongue poked out of the side of her mouth as she rummaged through her messenger bag. The sight made her look even more like a child and if anyone mentioned she'd surely give them an earful about it. Though later she'd try fixing that. As she searched she listened to Stella and Abby talk. Her hand wrapped around her silver iPod and she tugged it out, its earphones still attached to it and knotted in a way that irritated Lilah. She huffed and began to untangle the mess.

"So, think we'll get anywhere in the meetings or the treaty before we all kill each other first? Though we'll have to, nonetheless." she heard Abby ask. Stella replied, β€œI hope so, even though I don’t really think the Poisons will, but all we can really do is hope. Also, you looked beautiful with that outfit.” At the mention of Abby's outfit Lilah looked up. Stella often mentioned how unsuitable Abby looked in guy clothes so it surprised her to hear her compliment her choice of clothing. Lilah smiled as she saw why Stella had said what she said. Abby, usually in boy clothes and comfortable in them, was wearing something a girl would wear. "You look lovely Abby." she said quietly. She gave her a look that told her 'She got you to change didn't she?' before giving her a small wink and returning to her mess of earphones.

"Aha!" she exclaimed as her tangled earphones came undone. She popped one in her ear while leaving the other dangling so she could hear the conversation. β€œOh, and guys, I’m thinking of setting up a sort of mini treaty with each of the gangs, individually. And the reason for that is after we kill Grant Richards, what will the gangs do? Fight... So, what do you guys think, I always love having your opinions.” Lilah thought of this as Two Steps From Hell blasted into her ear. "I suppose it would be a good idea... then again we'll never know if the other gangs will turn on their word..." she mused aloud. She smiled at Stella encouragingly as she said, "You could run down the idea with Buck. He's sure to think up of all the possible pros and cons of an after-treaty." She stood up and stretched then looked down at what she was wearing.

With the scrunch of her nose she walked over to the small closet next to the door. Humming along to 'O Sole Mio by Il Volo as she looked for something else to wear. She picked out her favored red dress. She skipped to the bathroom and quickly changed. She looked into the mirror and let out a grunt. She looked like a small kid sized porcelain doll for christs sakes! She sighed and began to untie her high ponytail. Brushing it once again she tied some bows here and there for the overall effect. Without looking in the mirror this time, she knew if she did she'd probably punch it, she slipped on some black knee high socks and a pair of shiny black school shoes. She shuddered. Its just for a few hours Lilah, nothing to it.

She bundled her clothing up and stuffed them in a basket under the sink. With that done she stepped out and skipped out into the living room again. Why dress yourself to look like a kid when you hate it? Simple. Lilah preffered to be underestimated. While most believed she was a kid they also thought she was pretty darn incompetent to boot. She was okay with that. Better that they think that than know all of her secrets. Oh look! The Keys brought a little kid along! How whack is that!, a small taunt entered her mind for a niggling second. She huffed, I'll show them. Not many of the other gangs knew about her. Her life on the streets had been spent avoiding any contact with any gang of any kind. She smiled as she though, And yet look at me now. A member of the Keys.

She sat down on the couch again and scrolled through her music. Most of it was classic music of course but she had a variety of genres in there as well. She liked music. Whole heartedly and that meant every type of music. Classic more so but still, all music spoke to her. It was that reason that she learned to play any musical instrument she could get her hands on. Whether it be electric guitar or just a pan-flute. She wanted to learn to play them all.

She looked up at Stella and Abby from her scrolling and looked toward the door. "Buck should be here any minute now..."

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Wanna lose yourself with me tonight?

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"Emotions are... Strange."

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"People say be two steps ahead of the enemy. I'll be five steps."

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"Baaaaby just call me Kitten!"

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"It's typical to think that you can think tactically. What I think thinking tactically really is... is thinking in ways your enemies won't think you thought about thinking. Simply leave them in the dust."

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"If you aren't with me then you're against me."

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"It's typical to think that you can think tactically. What I think thinking tactically really is... is thinking in ways your enemies won't think you thought about thinking. Simply leave them in the dust."

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"Emotions are... Strange."

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MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS!
Have wonderful days.

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H-hey! No need to blame Senerio so soon! ^^ But no... Maybe the Poisons could be randomly attacked by some NPC gang? I mean, we already said that some minor gangs wanted to take the alliance out... So yeah.

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Oh, well... um... One of Senerios' daggers buried itself in his skull as we were making our way to the meeting. *Cough* ..That's why we're late...

Red was really confused. Apparently, it rains daggers in Poison territory.

I might need to wait until after christmas to post- gots stuff to do >.>

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Stilts wrote:Right- well, it doesn't look like anyone wants to make a character, so I'm just going to throw up a post later and we'll work with one less member. ...Tien died before he could even get to the meeting.


XD That made me laugh, mainly because you just said he randomly died on the way there. I wonder how. :O I'm still waiting for Specs and everyone else on my team to post. I'm more than happy to continue though.

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Right- well, it doesn't look like anyone wants to make a character, so I'm just going to throw up a post later and we'll work with one less member. ...Tien died before he could even get to the meeting.

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I posted Just waiting for the others now

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HEY DONT BE MEAN. IM DOING...well nothing. actually...well...my MOTHER (how is she my mom again?) thought that it would be funny to hide my phone in my slightly messy room. its not MESSY, i know where everything is...and like...my GOD i want my phone back. i was getting after finals and then she said 'later' so i asked her...and she was like 'clean your room and you can find it'. i cant find it so...screw this.

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She's doing something. You're not. ^^ (But no, ok.... :P)

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woah, no need to bug me. I'm waiting on Spec. go bug her. :P

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I think that the Poisons need to post now... Um, I'll go bug Spec-chan and Freak about it. ^^"

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Hola Wheatley! Yep, Eleera is here as well- she posted last, so she's just waiting for us to continue.

Darn. That means the Bullets are down a player. If it's alright with the Gm, I can ask some people I know if they would like to join in late... :)

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Hey the RP is moving!

I'd love to still be playing L...and looks like Red is still in too :D ....But what about Eleera? Stilts already told me JustQuit quit.

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I Pm'ed JustQuit, as s/he was the next person to post, and haven't gotten a response back. I'm not sure about the other two.

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I think that pretty much anyone can post at this point... But where's the Bullets? They haven't even gotten to the meeting yet...? ^^"

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Err. I'll be posting sometime tomorrow D: My art projects are way overdue. Sorry if I'm holding anyone up >.<

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Yes, spec im waiting on you. ^^" Since im kinda near you. and in your gang. YEAHHH. Please, this CANT DIE. i like Kita. :3 he's all cute. and a lot like me. Has his nervous habits. and stuff. and mood swings. so, this. cannot. DIE. >.<

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Did I get approved or did my character submit even go through? @.@

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Yes, keep it alive!!! I really like Senerio, haha ^^

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That's right keep it alive lol!!!!!!!!^^

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Yeah its the Keys, been havign a problem with thinking up my post, but almost done, like litaerly last paragraph right now.

EDIT: Posted, adn i'm really sorry guys.