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Project Paradise

Project Paradise

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Imagine our earth in a not so distant future, for some reason unknown to mankind our sun exploded. The earth, suddenly losing the gravitational pull from the sun, was slingshot into the universe. And from that point on, everything changed.

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Introduction

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Somewhere around 100 years ago something unbelievable happened... The sun, the source of all live on earth, exploded. There have been thousands upon thousands of theories of how it happened, some says the Soviets launched a nuclear rocket into space during the cold war, some blames the pollution and so on. But we will never know for sure. Anyway, lets get back to the story shall we? Ok, when the gravitational force pulling on the earth disappeared, the one keeping it in orbit, we were slingshot into space. Of course the other planets was thrown as well, but in another direction.

The sun itself turned into a supernova, one that was bigger than it should be possible from our little star. And it chased the earth in its path, staying just outside of the moon. It couldn't catch up with us, but it kept close, never getting further away. This itself wouldn't be that dangerous, our atmosphere kept the radiation away. But for some reason, earth stopped turning around itself. This meant that one pole would always face the supernova (south pole to be exact) , the other one would always face the cold space.






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The supernova, later known as "Ragnarok," worked as a sun. Only a few years after the explosion all of the oceans on the south part of our earth had more or less evaporated. There is still water bellow the surface, but its hard to find, and hard to keep. 90% or so of the people living south of equator died within the first months. The remaining 10% slowly evolved generation for generation into nomads who could handle the temperatures which usually are around 40-50 degrees Celsius , who could go weeks without water and who could live on the little they found. The same thing happened to the animal-life. Some of the animals who already was evolved for heat survived, like camels, dromedaries and such. Others changed into species that could handle the harsh environment.

An example you ask for? Well, lets look at the lions. Before the explosion they were already used to handle extreme heat. But Ragnarok took away most of their drinking water, and the trees, giving them shadow would die. What did the lions do? They evolved. Only a decade later our planet had a new species walking around. The nomads of the south quickly named it "Ultrifelicis" Meaning "killer-cat" in some ancient language.






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The North (this one will be explained more carefully because this is where the RP will be set)
The North is the polar opposite to the South (hehe :P) Were the South seems to be an endless desert, the North is an endless landscape of ice, snow, and frozen ghost towns. Same as in the south, more than 90% of the population died, froze to death or starved. The remaining people were the ones who were used to cold temperatures. Most of the survivors were from Sweden, Finland, Russia, Norway... etc, basically the ones who new how to handle a hard winter. People here didn't evolve much. But all of them gained a higher body-temperature so they could handle the chilly air better.

After just a few years the oceans had frozen completely, it was said that there still existed running water in the hot springs of Iceland, but that was never proven. No-one of those who tried to reach the famous island ever returned. It became a legend. People would start the extreme trip there only based on rumors. But they would have to travel thousands of miles over the frozen Atlantic, no shelter, constant wind, constant cold... etc... Only the crazy or desperate would try that.

But enough of rumors, lets get back to facts The animal life quickly evolved, and with little-to-no plants, all of the animals evolved into predators, predators whom favorite snacks are humans. The two most feared are the Polar bear, who after the explosion quickly started growing in numbers, soon being the predator on top of all food chains, even above humans. But its not your average polar bear. The new kind grew almost twice the size of the old ones, became much stronger, much faster, and much more intelligent. In other words, they are now 10 times as deadly, and they live everywhere in the North.
And here's a little plot twist (just for fun): The second most dangerous animal will be kept a secret until they appear in the RP.


-Mayor cities in the North
This is just a brief view of the most important cities. The roleplay will mostly happen in New Moscow

-New Moscow
As the name indicates, this town are located in the ruins of the Original Moscow. Only the tallest of the buildings rise above the ice, and are used as stairs to get down to city level. The city are located under the ice, a huge network of tunnels bind the different building together and there are one huge cave, dug out on the old Red Square, which is called the Red Square Hall. Also known as "city hall" Its used for the sole purpose of announcing important things. As well as boxing matches. One thing wort notifying is that the mayor are a dictator. No other way to say it. Population: Nearly 1000 people, biggest of all the towns.

-Valhalla
This town is located where the border between Norway, Sweden and Finland used to meet. When they were still countries, and not just names. Its a small town, build above the ice using things they could salvage from the earlier towns. Its known for its Anarchy, outlaws, and hunters. Population: Approximate 100 people.

-The bunker
As the name implies its located in an old nuclear-bunker from the cold war. There isn't much known about it, except that not many people get in, and no one gets out. Population: Somewhere around 300 people.






And now for the fun part
Paradise
ImageAhh... heaven, the most fantastic place on earth per now. Allow me to explain... When the North froze, and the Shout dried out, there was one area of the globe that didn't get affected in an negative way... Around equator, the cold air from the north met the warm air from the south, which created storms, rain, and a normal temperature. Creating a lush scenery with running water, food, shelter, you name it! But the rich people joined forces and quickly put up an electrical fence, powered by solar-panels in the shout. Efficiently making the 15km of livable area around the equator their own. Soldiers from different armies were hired to patrol the fence and build the cities for the rich people. When the three mayor cities were finished, a year after the explosion, people could buy their way into Paradise. But it was expensive, and you would have to keep on paying for staying inside. If you failed to deliver the money, they would take a hovercraft and fly you out to one of the cities in the North or South where you would be dumped.

Getting into Paradise is the biggest dream of anyone living in the wastelands, but its only two ways to do so, either you earn a stay, or you pay for it. And for people in the poles, both of those options are more or less impossible.







About the roleplay
Okay, so now as you hopefully get the story and the plot (that is if you could live through my horrible spelling) :P I'm going to explain how this roleplay will work.
Unlike most other survival RPs, in this one we will focus mostly on the basic survival of people in New Moscow. There are going to be some "action" and such, but that won't be the main focus. Just normal human life of people who wishes to get out of the world they live in.

If you get any ideas for events that can happen, feel free to PM me :D I'm happy for any help that can make this funnier :D

Ohh, and just to get a few things straight. In the cities there are different sources of heat, like one huge central heating system. Which leads me over to different jobs people can have in the towns, there are: Hunters (not many because its a hard and dangerous job) "coal" miners (Basically just people who did in the ice for wood or other burnable things for the heating system) Shop-owners (people who own a shop, they often have some kind of deal with hunters who bring them meat) Bar-owners (there are a few bars in New Moscow, which usually makes good money) Heaters (the people who runs the central heating) Mechanics (they fix different things around New Moscow) and so on... feel free to come up with your own jobs :D just send me a PM if you want to be mayor or something.

And finally:
application (all credit goes to Robhus, shes the one behind it :P Thank you Robbhus :D)
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Robbhus was here :P

Toggle Rules

1: No god, power or metagaming please (and just so you know it, that "please" is just to look nice...)
2: Be realistic... No one got superpowers from radiation from the supernova...
3: Even doe I'm not an expert at it, try to keep spelling and grammar somewhere around my own level. hopefully better :P
4: Write the "dislikes" part of your application in red to prove that you read the rules.
5: Don't be a dick (your character can be a dick, but not you)
6: Be polite and friendly.
7: Try to be original with your characters. (Don't just copy-and-paste a character from another RP)
8: Only anime faceclaims.
8,5: This isn't really a rule, but try to make your application pretty :D I know the coding is kinda simple, but you can manage it! I believe in you friend!
Feel free to PM about anything :D

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#, as written by Eurico
9:22 AM: New Moscow.
Buzzzzz.Buzzzzz.Buzzzzzz...
This has been going on for the straight two hours, nonstop and annoying. My grip on the thin pillows tightened over my ears in hope that I could block it out. But it was no hope.
"Bahm" my oldest brother, Jashmir, called from downstairs, "Bahm. Get up, you were supposed to bring the box up to the mayor an hour ago." I bolted up, pillow flying off hitting the clock[in which it broke it silent] and sprung into action. I rummage though my draws pulling out a pair of clean combat pants and pulled them on and the grey shirt on the dark wooden chair. On the table near my bed was a very simple looking box. Light brown paper tied up with an old aged string.
"Doesn't look that important" I mutter under my breath and took it, shoving it into my backpack carelessly. Moving down the creaking stairs with such heavy stepping, Jashmir yelled 'no running' and appeared in my line of view. He looked more like mom than Duncan, William and I. Grey eyes, thick brown hair and always a knit between his eyebrows like he was thinking hard.
"Um Bahm, I hope you weren't planning on going outside like that" He says, clearing his throat. I raise an eyebrow before I looked down. I do have pants...but where is my shirt? I remember taking the grey one of the chair and putting it on.
"Oh well" Jashmir huffs, "put on this" He slung a normal white one that I struggle to put one.
Stepping outside, the smell of ice and snow was as dull as ever. People were already moving around, but it isn't really crowded. New Moscow only contained 1000 people while a normal town would have more than 15000* people. Didn't take me long to get to the house of the mayor, but to only see that someone else was there as well.

*If there was 15000 people, you'd know all of them by 2 years.1000 is less than an Elementary School.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Nikolai Slawenka Character Portrait: Shina Hilbito
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For once Nikolai actually returned from his daily hunts earlier than expected. For once luck was on his side, and he was able to fill up his sled with moose meat before any of the other hunters got their hands on the lonely fella. It was a competition after all.

The small trip back to the stairs only took about an hour as the moose had been wandering around relatively close to New Moscow. He could see tracks from other hunters, all of the parallel lines from skies going in the wrong direction. Towards where the animals were most likely to be, but they didn't think of the fact that there would be allot more predators there as well. But most of the other hunters were young, somewhere around 20-25 years, they didn't have the necessary experience yet.

Nikolai continued to think about the beginners sharing his profession for a little while, some of them could become good, but they were still a long way from possessing the same skills as himself. All of them acted like they were the best, kept on bragging about their biggest game, never shutting up about how brave they were for going out "there" for the benefit of "everyone."
Nikolai sighed of the thought. In fact on days like these, whit almost no wind, actually no snow, and some stars being close enough to deliver the same kind of light as the moon once did; it could almost be described as cosy. But it wouldn't last long. In a couple hours it would be a storm outside as usual.

Reaching one of his favorite stairs, the one in the old "Moscow Hotel" where about 5 floors of the old skyscraper shot up through the massive ice. One of the windows were crushed, and it was this one Nikolai used to get in and out from the building. The ice reached almost halfway up on the frame, so Nikolai took of his skies and threw them inside first, before grabbing the rope which attached him to the sled and sliding on his back into the hotel-room, pulling the sled after him.

It wasn't much warmer on the inside, so he just did the usual thing of hiding the skies and sled in a closet in another room after moving the meat from the sled over to a leather backpack he used to carry the bloody mass around in New Moscow. Then he started walking down the 14 floors to ground level where he could enter the icy tunnel called Main Street and start on his tour around town, delivering the meet to the different shops he had a deal with.

Nikolai had to unbutton his grey jacket as he walked down Main Street. The temperature here was kept at a steady 9 degrees Celsius, but because of the coldness of the ice, it didn't drip any water so to say. If it did, New Moscow would soon have a flood problem. The temperature made it quite warm for a guy dressed for the outside, and if you combined the German uniform jacket, the bloody backpack, the huge knife hanging from his belt and the rifle slung across his shoulder, Nikolai stood quite out in between the other citycents, given that most of them didn't carry a weapon. If you added the fact that he stood almost a head taller than most others and that he looked genuinely angry... People avoided him as much as they could.

Nikolai just sighed as he walked, already looking forward to today's drink. But first he had to make his round.

The first shop he entered was one owned by some ms.Hilbito, Nikolai never cared to learn her first name. Unfortunately her daughter the only one behind the desk as he entered. "Morning" Nikolai said with an indifferent voice "Brought today's meet" He said and placed the backpack on the desk before opening it and starting to take out a few pieces of bloody meet. "15 pounds right?" He asked the young lady with a tired voice as he waited for her to confirm.

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The day was going surprisingly well and Samantha didn't have any troubles with scoring big at the alcohol auction. The system worked surprisingly well really. Scavengers that dug out new tunnels to find houses brought what they fund of alcohol which were then sold in large amounts to the bar-owners in the city. The reason it was sold in bundles was to avoid the average worker to buy with him a lot of the liquid that was found, breaking down the business for the bar-owners. Now, in auctions like that, there was only one rule. The winner takes it all. And that was exactly what she did. She spent big to earn even bigger. Russian water was common find because it didn't freeze up, so there was no process melting it at the right temperature to maintain the taste.

Bringing the liquid back to the bar was a bit of a harder task, as it had to be carried, since there were no cars as far as she knew that was allowed to use to avoid polluting the inside air. Therefor, she gave a bottle of vodka to a nice, largely built Russian man who then carried it under the arms. It was a cheap price compared to having to walk with it all in her hands. She could easily have paid him four or five bottles, but he didn't want more, so it didn't matter at all.

The bar was still nice and clean, and the front door still had a working lock. She turned it before stepping inside, following the rule-set the bar had and took off her shoes immediately when entering. It stood on a paper held up by a stand found in a restaurant and said that all shoes had to be taken off before entering to avoid damaging the floor. A lot of people walked around with spiked boots which would almost immediately leave nasty marks on the floor. It didn't matter though, the room was almost thirty degrees warm anyways. So she took off the heavy leather boots and stepped up the two stairs so she entered the actual barspace. A spacious room with several tables with thin walls between them. It all had a bright wooden color apart from the seats, which were red cushions. Besides this, there was the barbench of course, with a large bookshelf in a dark wood with all the different liquids that were in at the moment. There was no price list though, it was always ask and then get. Besides this, there was a register which she kept all the money she got in. Close to the entrance were weapon lockers. There was a no-weapons rule as well, but there were a set of storage boxes with locks that had the keys hanging in them, so if someone had a big gun or two, they could throw it in and lock the locker.

The final notable thing was the trapdoor behind the barbench, which leaded down to the bottom floor where the real amounts of liquid was as well as her reliable power source. Soundless, efficient and constantly running was the keywords. Not to mention that it didn't pollute at all. It couldn't be done in a large scale of course, but it was efficient and that was what mattered after all. Besides that, there were several crates with nametags on them for whenever she needed more liquids for the guests. There were always a lot of people late at day after all.

After getting all the liquids in place, she opened the register and pulled out a pair of cigarettes and stepped outside, leaving the door open to not freeze to death. She wasn't a polar bear like all the others, she didn't have the advantages they had. She lit one of the cigarettes while leaning up to the wall behind her, sighing before taking a long pull, blowing out the smoke after a short short while. It felt good, better than anything in Paradise had.

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Honestly, she didn't know how much more she could take of this. While Lore loved her job, it could be a bit much. The day had hardly begun yet she had already circled New Moscow twice. If only her targets could all stay together when she needed them to. Things had definitely taken off in the messenger business, though there was little competition. It was common knowledge among the citizens of Moscow (and even some visitors from the other towns) that Lorelei Liesl was the fastest and most reliable communicator.

Deciding to take a much needed break, Lore stretched her legs as she leaned against one of the many bars in town. She had just delivered a message to a particularly shady character, but it wasn't her job to judge. She was paid to repeat the message and then forget it ever happened. However, said character had attempted to jog her memory of other messages with extra money on multiple occasions. As of yet, she hadn't given in, it was part of the fun to keep them begging. Sure, sometimes it could be a dangerous game, but her wealth of knowledge was a great use to almost anyone. That's probably the only reason some of the lowlifes let her keep her head.

Her parents didn't approve of her chosen profession, but they sure didn't mind the money that it brought in. They were one of the wealthiest families in the German Quarter, which isn't much compared to the rest of New Moscow. Being cutoff from the rest of a town tends to have a negative effect on one's socio-economic status. Her mother often encouraged her to take on an apprentice so she could leave and settle down with a nice (mostly) German boy. Lore couldn't help but disagree. She was 16, this was no time to think of retirement, though a little help would have been appreciated on busy days like today.

Lore shook her head, clearing her thoughts from her mind as she noticed a woman approaching her. By now, she recognized the secretive look of a confidential message. Lore straightened her back and stomped her feet clad in thin leather on the frozen ground. She pulled her equally thin jacket tighter around her. Her clothing was made for speed, not warmth. The woman glanced either way before preceding to whisper her message into Lore's ear. In addition, the woman shoved nearly twice Liesl's normal wage into the younger girl's hand. Though Liesl maintained the same fee for every message, people often paid her more than she asked for to ensure their secrecy. Once again, Lore was off into the unforgiving town of New Moscow, waiting to find someone or something interesting.

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Character Portrait: Bahm Yeager Character Portrait: Nikolai Slawenka
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#, as written by Eurico
It felt weird after leaving the box to the bellman to see three other people. They didn't really dress like how other people do in which they stood out. The two people Bahm sees now are very...foreign but he shook it from his mind. He moved to the bar in which a bartender greeted him with a warm grin on his wrinkled face.
"Got any of 'em sweet pops?" The bartender ask as he handed Bahm a small box.
"Of course," Bahm replied "as long as you give me a Snowflake." When the deal was made, Bahm places a small glass of soda on the table and the bartender slid a frosty glass box filled with glowing blue liquid. Snowflakes were mostly meant to ease pain but they help Bahm in running faster.
"Don't be stepping into that Snowflake in here" The bartender pointed to him with a bony finger, "we don't want to be covered in snow while drinking."
With a nod and watch the man drink down the sweet pop, the young German left but not without bumping into someone. The dark blonde was at least 6.36 feet with a face that reminded Bahm of a polar bear, this sent chills down his spine.
(Sorry for being short, my stomach is feeling horrible trying to type on a bus)

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Character Portrait: Arabella Putin
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"Konets!" Ara said to bring the show to an end, before bowing along with two other women and one man who stood beside her on the Saloon's mediocre wooden stage.
Once the curtain fell the small group would disperse from area - all but Ara.
"I need a beer." she muttered, before falling to the floor - still completely dressed her outfit from the cabaret skit they had just performed.
"Beautiful, just beautiful! It is so much like the shows my aunt use to do from the mother country!" a familiar voice would suddenly say above her. Ara opened her eyes to find the Saloons 73 year old owner looking down at her - smoke from the cigar in his hand causing her to instantly pop to her feet and take a few steps backwards.

"Spasibo, bol'shoye spasibo."
She chose to thank him in his native tongue out of respect even though he insisted on using English just to show that he could.
The two would converse for a few minutes about random things before a bartender came up to the pair and informed them that there was a guest waiting for Ara at the bar. She'd attempt to catch a glance of the person across the room by peeking through he curtains, but the standing crowds leaving the stage area made seeing those sitting at the bar impossible.

"Fine fine I'll be there, just let me get comfortable."
As the two men turned to leave she'd remove the frilly sleeves and danglings on her top that she found annoying, revealing a plain white full coverage brassiere. A minute or so later Ara was sitting on an old stool, shoes off, fiddling with a cigarette. She'd take a few puffs before dropping the cancer stick into a nearby ash tray and pulling her headgear off.
"Cherry number 9..." she muttered - a reference to the color lipstick she was wearing - before wiping the make-up off and pulling her thick hair back into a ponytail.
After a few more puffs she'd slide off the stool and slowly make her way from backstage to in front of the main bar - barefoot.


Ara responded to the obnoxious jarring from a few men in the crowd with her usual brashness as she pushed threw them, an even kicked a few touchy feely types in the shins before locating the gent waiting for her - who was about as rough around the edges as they come.

"You requested me?"
"I did. May I have a private show? A firey one at that." he'd ask lightly in a rather emotionless manner.
Knowing what he wanted thanks to the code words used the towering blonde would smirk before picking up his glass and walking towards a storage room - beckoning him to follow.


Once inside the room she'd instruct him to close the door and then promptly take a sip of his Vodka before handing it back to him.
"Now exactly what type of show would you like? A semi-automatic show, or a more classical revolving show?"

Ever since a mob outside the Saloon stood up to a gang of thugs a couple months back Ara and her boss's side business has been a bit slow, so it was a much welcomed surprise to get a second customer in just three days.


The transaction was smooth, as always, and Ara would keep his drink and let him leave the room first - lingering behind for a few minutes before casually walking back up to the bar to inform her boss of their latest purchaser.

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Character Portrait: Bahm Yeager Character Portrait: Nikolai Slawenka Character Portrait: Shina Hilbito
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Shina was zoning out. Again. Not many people had stopped by shop today, so, like any day that's not keeping her busy, she was itching to go do something. Anything. But her mom wasn't feeling well, and Shina, being so wonderful, was helping. It might as well be her shop at this rate, with how often she takes care of it herself. Muttering, she glanced around and saw no one was around.

Slipping away, she went to her "house" (it looked a bit to run down to actually be called that) to check on her mom real quick. Going inside, she saw her mom asleep, laying in bed. A sigh escaped Shina's lips. "If she's sick again..." Shina shook her head. Her mother was not sick. She couldn't be. Shaking herself from her thoughts, she went over and adjusted her mom's blanket, which had slipped some from turning in her sleep. She then went back out to the shop, seeing no change of costumers.

However, after settling back in her seat, she saw Nikolai coming up with meat. A small grin spread across her lips, though it shouldn't have. He had a dangerous aura about him, but with her fascination in hunters, she couldn't help it. Even if he wasn't the nicest man, he had her dream job.

Dropping several pieces of meat on the counter, he asked if he had the right amount. She gave a small nod, quickly handing him payment. But before she took care of putting away the meat, she looked at him curiously. He didn't seem very happy. Or angry, which would be normal. She was also sure he had no idea who she was, but most knew him. After a pause, she decided to risk the question.

"You okay? You look beat," she said, voice sounding careful, almost like you would speaking to a dangerous animal. But she wasn't that scared. He was human after all. But she had to admit he was a bit... intimidating. Even his height.

After asking, someone else passed by, but he wasn't a costumer. Just a blue haired boy. A blue haired boy who bumped into Nikolai. Biting her lip, she hoped Nikolai wasn't in a horrible mood, so he wouldn't get angry at the guy. Speaking of the guy, she wasn't actually sure she knew him. He looked familiar, but she couldn't put a name to a face.

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Character Portrait: Arabella Putin Character Portrait: Samantha Maria DiCaprio
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When the toxic cigar was burned out, Samantha stepped in the door and picked up an ashtray standing by the window and stumped it, rubbing the filter down into the blue glass. There were about twenty other stumped cigarettes of about the same length. It wasn't cheap, tobacco wasn't found all too commonly and filter-smoke was even more uncommon. However, with money, one could buy anything after all. Love, power, longer life, protection. It didn't bother her wallet too much that she could stroll through a 20-pack in a day, not at all. If she ran out of money, she'd simply have to get more, not more complicated than that.

After returning the ashtray to its spot in the windowsill, Samantha hung up the "Back soon" note on the door before walking into the house, up to the third floor. The three-shot rifle was still there, along with the military blade. There was one more box of 50. Caliber shots as well. The shotgun was under the barbench, but it was already loaded and had two more boxes filled with slugs for the weapon. The rifle however, it was hard to get ammunition for because of the high caliber. Most hunting rifles were 31. Cal. because it was liter and more commonly found, plus the bang from the gun wasn't as loud, making hunting easier. It was only the ones that hunted the really big prey that would carry the heavy, long and unpractical 50. caliber rifle, and those hunters barely ever caught anything in a month, but when they first caught anything, they had money for a long time. While she didn't hunt for animals, or maybe she did. Could humans be counted as animals really? Regardless, the rifle either tore off an arm or a leg, or instantly killed the victim, which was the sheer beauty of it.

Before throwing the beautiful, modified gun over her shoulder, she picked up a longer coat, a black one that reached her down to her knees, as well as a fedora in a similar color. As well as that, she switched over to a pair of jeans with a woolen inside she got sewed by a fellow soldier from Paradise. It had been his trick for managing the cold temperatures, and it was hers as well now. Having the handicap of not having bodies created for the cold, other techniques naturally had to be made to not die instantly.

It was colder outside than it had been when she was smoking, or maybe it was just the cigarette that had been heating her. Regardless, it was cold now while it had been warm then, which was a terrible feeling really. The rifle was nearly touching the ground as she walked, due to the long barrel length. However, it didn't touch it, which was the most important after all. Her hands hid in the pockets of the black coat for the heat they provided, though that wasn't a lot.

She quickly made her way through the city and found the place she was looking for. While she really despised saloons in general, she wasn't there for seeing half-naked girls dancing or to get drunk. If I wanted to get drunk I could just get drunk at home and if I wanted to see half naked girls, a quick stroll in what could be counted as the red light district of New Moscow (Without the red lights of course) would have given the same thing.

Samantha entered the room and see at least one half-naked girl, or a Cabaret dancer would probably be a more correct term, by the barbench of the place. It was almost embarrassing to encounter the girl, but then again, there wasn't much else to do. She was after all the only arms dealer she knew of in the city, and despite never having contacted her, she had seen pictures of the girl, and a rough sketch decent enough to tell that it was the correct person. And as well as that, she knew the codeword as well. It'd feel really dumb asking for a private show seeing that they both were females, but there wasn't much else to do really.

"Care for a private show?" She asked with her wallet drawn out, pulling out a bit of "Small change". In other words, it wasn't exactly small bills she was holding in her hand. She put them back in the wallet though and put it aside, looking at the girl with a pretty dead look really, there was practically no emotions in it whatsoever, though that was her real self after all.

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"huh?" Nikolai hadn't really expected any questions from her, therefore hadn't he really paid her any attention after receiving the money so he didn't catch what she said at first. "If I am or not is not really your business is it well girl?" He answered nonchalant when her question finally sunk in, not looking her in the eye as he spoke, focusing on closing the backpack. Em I fine? Nikolai thought, he usually didn't get questions like that. To heck with it, I'm in a good mood today, I could might as well be "fine" Not that anyone else would think he was in a good mood by looking at him, he just seemed a little less grumpy, that was all.

"But today was a good day, so I guess I'm 'fine'" He added to the earlier answer after considering it for a few seconds. Nikolai didn't try to say anything more than that. Then Nikolai suddenly was 'tackled' (as Nikolai later would describe it) by some rude, blue-haired brute, the impact made the loosely hanging rifle slip of his shoulder and hit the ground with a loud "crack" from the scope. "Let me correct myself" Nikolai said, his voice suddenly back at the usual angry tone. "I was in a good mood" He could see that mr.Brute here was scared. At that moment, Nikolai didn't give a rat's ass about the kid, right now, his little "baby" deserved all the attention.

The scope was broken, no doubt about that, but as he inspected the rifle itself he got this little bright idea about learning the kid a lesson. "That, you should not have done comrade" Nikolai said, an evil grin spreading across his face. "I'm gonna give you exactly what you deserve" He said as he pulled the bolt back and took out a cartridge from his pocket, little could the boy know that it was only an empty shell, because Nikolai made sure to cover the place were the bullet should have been with his hands.
"It was nice knowing you" He said ironically as the shell was placed in the chamber and the bolt pushed in place. "Need to make sure it still shoots you know" He said with a shrug. The rifle was in position less than a second after the last word was pronounced. The boy found himself on the wrong end of the barrel.

Nikolai slowly squeezed the trigger, rising the tension bit for bit before the firing pin finally hit the shell with a dry "click" as Nikolai said "boom" with a low voice. Just a second later Nikolai had slung the rifle back over his shoulder and he grabbed the backpack as he walked out. "Dasvidaniya" (I think that's Russian) Was the last thing he said before he walked out on the street again to continue his round.

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Bahm stood in shock as he watched the older man walk out, he shook in his boots. This was the closest he has ever been to death, other then the time he fell though the ice into the cold-biting water. A low murmur filled the room as he ran his hand through his blue hair. Thinking back on it, that man had a rifle and those are only made in the South.
The South.
It took months to get there, and Bahm caught up to the fact that he broke the scope to the rifle, causing his boyish face to turn white. He must apologize to the person in case he desides to come back and put Bahm more into a debt than he is already at.
So with the Snowflake in hand, he walked out the door as the woman ask where he was going. The cold wind bit at his cheeks and nose once the door shut and the snow gathered on his thin shirt but Bahm didn't care. His body was built for the cold but he still craved for the warmth in the.South. His eyes wandered the tunneled city, trying to see past the darkness that already settled in the quartiere, so he started to run. His second oldest brother Duncan was quite fond of the cross country teams long before the world became to this, so he basically dragged Bahm into the running games. Short breaths, long strides, keep your arms close, he could run for miles if it wasn't for the cold.
Soon a figure came up, large and strong, giving Bahm the sigh of relief but it was still to far away. The young boy did as how Duncan told him, relax the muscles in his shoulder and quickened his steps, and now he was at least 15 feet from the man.
"S-Sir!" Bahm yelled, "Sir I need to apo-" He fell backwards, trying to stop his speed. He mistaken him for another person.
A drunk to be exact. He walked sluggishly toward Bahm, twirling a small knife it hand.
"Stupid kid, so damn loud" His words were sluggish caused by alcohol and body stiffens before he lunged at Bahm, barely missing with only having the weapon dig deep into the side of Bahm's frail body. The blue hair covered it and ran around him and forwards but knew the drunk was past out on the ground.
**Quartiere(Italian)=Neighborhood.

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Lore had completed another task that took her across New Moscow. With a sigh, she wondered if maybe she should raise her fees with how much she is required to run around. Sure, it wasn't constant work, but almost everyone knew her face and has required her service at one point or another. With a reputation like that, life was sure to be interesting. A few times in her short career she's been tied up in the knowledge of New Moscow's Hot Spots and cooling bodies. Despite her thirst for adventure, Liesl was more than a little thankful that her jobs had fallen along a slightly more legal track.

After strolling around town for an hour, she had almost given up hope on another job. Her busy hours had passed and she hadn't been charged with any reconnaissance lately. Lore was completely satisfied with that. Gathering information herself tended to involve crouching in one place for a terribly long time. 'Boooooring' Lore thought to herself.

Deciding to spend some of the cash she earned, Lore decided to track down Nikolai to splurge on some meat. Normally, her family would go with out as they couldn't afford such luxuries, and even if they could, they were still wary of the other citizens. However, Nikolai was one of the few Russian men from who the German Quarter would buy their meat, though not often enough to be on his regular rounds.

Eventually, the blond headed man was captured in her view. A smug smile tugged on her face as pride filled her. Her tracking skills were just as keen as ever. Taking off in a jog, she called out, hoping to get his attention, "Hey, Nikolai!" She could easily over take the older man, but sometimes she enjoyed going slow. After a short while, she caught up to the blond and said, "You have any meat left?"

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A hour or so later there were more regulars than stragglers, an outside of the music and joyful dancing of a few couples the atmosphere was calm enough that Ara would prop herself up on a stool and begin to read an old story her boss, Boris, kept insisting was a classic - Anna Karenina.



"Women...." Ara muttered with a soft laugh as she reached the end of a chapter and closed the book, when she looked up she'd see a group of men dancing to the Traditional Russian tune Boris and a couple others were playing on the small stage. She couldn't help but laugh at the mens horrible attempt at dancing.

"You should take lessons from your wife and son!" she'd shout out to one of the men before pointing to his young child and Wife, who were right in step with the tempo. Someone suggested putting the boy up on the table so all could see, and within seconds the table was rocking back and forth with the boys movements until the song was over, and applause came from nearly everyone watching.


As a new song started up Ara hopped off her stool and poured herself a glass of Vodka - minus the ice. Outside of a few bad drunks and the large crowds that sometimes got a little rowdy she really enjoyed the often jubilant people and hardworking families that frequented the Saloon, it had become like a new family to her, one that she preferred much more than her biological relatives.

"Ey!" one of the other dancers said to her, dropping the "H" off her greeting like most of Russian decent did, as she made her way behind the bar dressed in pair of leggings and a white fitted sweater that matched her furry boots.
"Aren't you suppose to be off now?" the girl asked as she began to search the shelves for something a customer requested.
"Yes, but it's just boring in that empty dark thing I call a home. However I do have some delicious Salmon waiting for me at Hilbito's...."


After finding what she was looking for the girl scurried over to the table she was servicing and Ara made her way back stage, where she'd slide on a pair of jeans, back knee-high boots, and the thick winter coat she brought along with her from Paradise.

"Poka!!" she'd call out to the crowd when she walked from backstage, and the people quickly yelled bye back before she disappeared behind the counter one last time, in a bid to find her backpack.




As she was knelt down Ara heard the door open, and after she grabbed her bag she'd stand to sling it over her shoulder - where she'd come face to face with the bar's latest customer - someone she didn't recognize, but she would still give a slight nod of acknowledgement to the girl before zipping up her coat.

Ara wouldn't take more than two steps to leave before the woman now sitting in front of her muttered "Care for a private show?"

An expression of puzzlement deliberately made it's way on Ara's face as she flipped up her hood. Each customer had their own way of asking for what they wanted but the woman before her was missing a word, which might be acceptable from someone she's familiar with but since the woman wasn't a familiar customer Ara's natural lack of trust kicked in.
"A private show, from a woman?!" she asked with a small smirk. "I'm sorry, you've got the wrong kind of establishment. I can offer you a drink though if you wish. If not, there's a shop with some food that has my name written all over it."
As Ara fiddled with her coats buttons a young teenager came over and asked for a set of napkins, which she gladly handed over. However when he stepped back from the counter his eyes would widen as he looked down.
"Nice! What is that, a shotgun or a rifle?" he'd say, before his date called him back to their table.

Interest peaked Ara would hop up on her stool and peer over the counter.
"Now what is a pretty young woman doing with such a weapon?" she asked as she sat up from the counter. "Never mind don't answer that, innocent faces can be deceiving I suppose....."

There was no one else at the bar at the moment so she felt there was no issue in talking rather bluntly.
"Okay so tell me, what exactly are you looking to do with that?"

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"A private show, for a woman?!" The woman wasn't half bad, at the very least, she had a functioning tongue. First impressions were important after all, though the dancer apparently took it quite serious. Either that, or she was drunk, either worked. The words hit pretty hard and it made Samantha bite her lip in anger, though she calmed herself down rather quickly and decided to not make a big fuzz out of it and pull the woman by her shirt over the barbench. It was almost too tempting, but she managed to calm down.

"Now now, I thought prostitutes worked for those who payed, but I was apparently wrong"

She sighed and rested her elbows on the barbench, leaning forward, her fingers intertwining, letting the girl continue. "I'm sorry, you've got the wrong kind of establishment. I can offer you a drink though if you wish. If not, there's a shop with some food that has my name written all over it" Samantha sighed once again, annoyed. She didn't have all day, she wasn't one for the bullshit and would much rather cut past the idioticy and get to the point.

Good grief, even some damned kid came and bothered her, she was really close to losing her temper and slapping the girl in front of her. However, it would be taking a hasty decision, there was probably some logical explanation as to why she had gotten the reaction she got. It was the right person, no doubts. However, what she started doubting had to be the words she had used. However, she could just recall that she was told to request a private show. It didn't matter though as people soon started leaving. Samantha closed her eyes and sighed one last time before starting to talk again.

"You're lucky I was in a good mood today, it would have been a pity if such a pretty dancer suddenly had a couple dislocated bones. I'm not here for any sort of fucking show, I'm not by far interested in dancing in general. I'm here because of this" She put a sarcastic pressure on the word "Pretty" as one last form of mockery before getting serious again.

She pulled the rifle off her shoulder and put it on top of the counter. There was no visible magazine input upon first look, which was weird in one way since the base of the rifle was a semi-automatic rifle. Samantha put her hand on the rather small pull and pushed it up before then pushing it forward, down, and then back. There came a click sound from the rifle and she pulled out the three-shot circular magazine, loaded. She flipped it around and pulled out the bullets from it, holding them in her hand to let the girl see.

"It isn't exactly unknown what puts some extra cash in your wallet you know. Even if this shit-hole closed down, you'd still make a living, wouldn't you?"

Samantha smiled before loading the magazine again and placing it back, and pulling the locking mechanism back into place so the magazine was locked. "I came here wanting bullets, but since you're apparently not interested, I'll just leave. It would be fun if this place suddenly couldn't get any more alcohol either, wouldn't it? You might not know it, but alcohol isn't as easy to get anymore. There is less to find, and those who have the money rule the market. I hope you're happy" Samantha said with a smile before throwing the rifle back up on her shoulder. "There's a dealer down the road as well, right? Hopefully that one got some respect for others" It was pretty apparent that she was just teasing her. Samantha didn't show any signs of getting ready to leave, and the rifle was only back on her shoulder to avoid taking up the bar bench. "Now, you have some toys for me or not?" Samantha finished, smiling.

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As usual Nikolai was walking in his own thoughts, mostly about how the hell he would get a new scope. The rifle he had used today was one of the smaller calibers, so the other scopes he owned wouldn't fit it. He had another low-powered rifle, but he only used that to get parts for the one that was slung over his back, so it had no scope. "Chyort voz'mi" Nikolai mumbled in Russian, should charged the blue punk for some god damn money! Too late for that now. How the hell will I get a scope?

He could go to one of the arms-dealers, but they usually just sold complete weapons or ammunition. It was self explaining that a complete rifle would be much more expensive, not that Nikolai was short on money, far from it, but he didn't want to spend more than he needed to. But he didn't really have a choice either. He needed a new scope, simple as that.

It would take time to talk to all of the arms dealers in New Moscow, time he didn't really have. "Hey Nikolai!"
Seemed like today was his lucky day. The answer to his problem came walking straight up to him. "Morning" He replied while he turned around and waited for her to catch up. A small curve on his lips that was the closest he would ever get to a smile, but the scars made it seem more like a snare than anything else. "you have any meet left?" Lorlei asked.

It wasn't the first time they had met. Nikolai had traded meat with her before. "Meat? yeah I got a few pounds Fräulain" Nikolai said. The last word was more or less a joke, but he didn't really care. He really liked the German language, he just never had the time to learn it. "I can spare one and a half pound" he said and took the backpack of his shoulder to get the meat "Do me a favor and its yours" Nikolai spoke while he pulled out two bloody chunks of meat and offered them to her. "Ask ms.Putin at the saloon if she have a rifle scope that would fit a 308., just the scope. You know the procedure right? Come to me if she have one" Nikolai was talking about the rifle on his back, but he didn't expect her to know which caliber it was. The remaining two Arms dealers he knew about he would check himself. But they had never been as well-stocked as ms.Putin.

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Shina just stared in shock as the hunter pretended to shoot the blue haired boy. At first she was mad he'd scare the boy like that, but then decided it was better than actually shooting. The hunter exited the area, and she was going to check on the blue haired one but he also ran off before she could utter a word. What was with people? Rushing about so fast.

Shrugging it off, she decided to close shop after storing and locking up all the goods they had. She had forgotten the lock part once and they'd nearly starved after being robbed. Her mom wasn't really angry, Shina thought she was too hungry to be angry. Before leaving the shop however, she took the small dagger like knife she'd had with her basically since moving to this town. She kept it on her always, and no one could really blame her. It was dangerous. Not just from animals either.

Instead of going home like a smart girl, she decided to go on a walk around town before the sun was completely gone. She wandered around a bit, no longer bothered by the harsh cold air or slippery ice that would trip her up as a child. Shina wished she could go somewhere warmer one day, like places she'd heard about only from whispered gossip. Not the extremely hot place either, just warm. But she knew it wasn't going to happen. So she stuck to her first dream. Being a hunter.

Her inner thoughts of dreams was cut off suddenly by what sounded like a struggle near by, but she didn't really see anyone. Since she didn't see anyone, she decided to carry on as if nothing happened. Better to not stick her nose where it didn't belong, or she'd be the one getting really shot. When she saw blood though, she slightly changed her mind. It seemed like it was recent, so she couldn't help but call out.

"Hello? Is anyone around here?"

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Bahm let out a shaky sob, trying to muffle any painful screams that shocked his body. The blue-haired boy softly dabbed a bloody cloth at his wound with his cold-bitten fingers. His boots weren't keeping him warm, being a size to big and wearing no socks(which he painfully regrets). The clothing on his legs and back were now caked with dirty snow from falling, only his side and hands had frozen blood on it.
"Shouldn't of followed him" Bahm sobbed between pants, tucking his feet under him.
The cold air only seemed to grow colder as minutes past, the snoring of the drunk was gone, proberly gotten up and left, and the locking of people's doors appeared now and then. He remembered how his brother would fuss over him when he was younger, when he didn't come home fast enough when the tunnels began to become to cold to play outside in. When the people lock their doors.
Now he understand why, but something about the tunnels made him thrash and wiggle around, as if he was trapped in a small cage and he body ached to stretch out.
"Hello? Is anyone around here?" Bahm froze, looking to his left. The woman from the bar seemed curious, looking at the small amount of blood on the ground. Still being a child he was, a innocent offspring of humanity and the world, Bahm let out a cry, much like a pup's wail for help.
"H-Here!"

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Shina waited for a response, which to her surprise actually did come, but a lot more desperate than she had anticipated. A wail like cry, "H-here!" came from down the street. Turning around, she saw a flash of blue hair. The boy from the store? Why was he over there? She was just going to call out if he was okay, but something about the way he was moving and how his yell sounded had her running down the street to check on him. What she saw had her stomach turning. The boy had blood seeping through his clothing, and on top of that, he looked like he was freezing. She carefully approached him, trying to get a look at the wound before looking at him.

"You're the guy from before. Where do you live? I'll help you home if you want," she said, trying to sound as nice and gentle as possible. She wasn't really good at the whole "gentle" thing, but he probably needed it by the look of it. "And what happened? I saw you not too long ago and you were fine.."

As she was talking, she knelt down and tried to lift his shirt a bit to see the worst of what appeared to be a cut. It didn't look fatal, but if definitely was leaving a scar. "Hey, it's not so bad... Come on, I'll get you fixed up," she said, more to herself than to him. She was already thinking of what she'd need to do to help him. He looked absolutely terrified, which she couldn't blame him if something stabbed him. She had to guess it was a stab, because it looked cleaner than the injury she got on the ice. He had tucked himself against the wall too, which gave her the impression he didn't know what to do.

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"Down I-Ivan Street, house 312" Bahm told her his address, standing up slowly with his back pressed against the wall. His side felt like it was being ripped apart, since he never experince being injured and to add to it, the cold wasn't any help. Confused and terrifed, Bahm's eyes widen to see it was the woman he saw before, at the bar. He felt as if he gotten himself in deep trouble but he waved it off as being a sign of fear. He followed the woman, holding onto her sleeve like it was life support.

Looking up he stared at her. Her long brown hair framed her face and her purple eyes were quite pretty, looked nice and frail like any other girl but her eyes told a whole different story. Bahm held her stare as if staring straight into her soul but truth to be hold, he was trying to see if she was trustworthy. He looked back down.

"I followed that hunter dude to apologize to him but I end up getting attacked by a drunk with a knife." He shook his head, displeased. “Guess I won’t be able to now” Bahm looked back, seeing that the crows already caught sight of his blue hair and followed. He wasn’t sure how those dang crows even got into the tunnels.
Bahm Yeager walked faster with the woman, in hope the crows and the pain would go away. “Who are you, anyway?” His voice was soft and barely adioable.

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The boy struggled to stand up while telling her his address, which she repeated to herself in her head a few times to be sure she remembered, and then went over to help him stand. He kind of reminded her of a scared, injured animal. But a smaller one, that would be more panicked than defensive. Like a rabbit. Or small dog. As they began walking, he started clinging to her arm, which only added to her description. But she didn't push him off, like she would to most people, telling them to get a grip. He looked to terrified for that.

When she looked down at him, she found him staring at her, at which she raised her eyebrow mockingly and smirked, despite the situation. She couldn't help but notice the bright blue hair. She didn't like blue. It suited him though. But red would suit him better, she thought. The smirk changed to a genuine smile and she lightly patted his back before looking around for his house again.

"I followed that hunter dude to apologize to him but I end up getting attacked by a drunk with a knife. Guess I won’t be able to now,” he said, shaking his head at the last part. She gave him a look before finally saying something that may not have been so kind.

"That was stupid."

As she was saying this, he kept looking back, which by reflex made her look back too. Crows? They weren't doing much but look at them though, so she let them be. Besides, his house was in sight now. Still, he started trying to walk faster, which Shina didn't think was a good idea but they were close enough for her not to stop him. "Who are you, anyway?"

"I could ask you the same thing. We're here. Is there anyone else inside? Especially someone who might shoot me for coming in?" She asked, avoiding the question. She wasn't really sure why she did, either. She had nothing to hide. No secrets bound to her name. Maybe it was just because it was something she wasn't used to sharing. And she didn't really now him either.

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Her question got him to cough up a huff of laughter. His family wasn't big on violence...beside the fact all of them went to the military school on the farthest side of the tunnels.

"I got three brothers who'd probarly flirt the living life out of you, other than that, I'd be the only one who would carry a weapon of harm." He felt her stiffen against his side but ignored it, knowing his remark was rather darkish. The crows started to bite at his worn out boots by the time they got to his house, so he turned his body slightly and kicked them away.

"Andare via!" He yelled in his Italian language, letting the words slip from his tongue. He let out a huff of disgust at them.
"Dang crows."

His house didn't look like many other houses but was still built into the walls of the tunnel. It was hidden around the corner, with a slanted door and bar windows. On the door had a Roman Wreath craved carefully on it. His father was very quiet then, when he started to carve it in after the creed began to disappear. Carefully, Bahm reached out and his fingers traced it, as if it would break under his fingers like snow. His bloody fingers left no trace on it, because it already dried out.
"Step back" He commanded, a bit to rough. The woman let out a huff of displease but step back anyway. Bahm also took a step back before slamming his foot into the door, making it fly over(or rather break off the hinges) startling his brothers.
"You forgot to lock the door" He said with a nonchalant voice.
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Lore repeated his words out loud, committing them to memory, "A rifle scope that will fit a 308, got it." As a second thought, she thought to add, "Would you mind holding on to it for me? I think I'll make it a surprise for my mutter. Don't bother looking for me. I'll find you." She accentuated the last statement with a goofy wink. With an exaggerated salute and a large grin, she began her trek to the parlor of the best dancer in town, Arabella.

Finding people is a talent that Lorelei had developed and usually, her kind face could get her just about anywhere. Today though, her baby face was working against her as the bouncers of the saloon were hesitant to let her in. "Guys, I'm just here to deliver a message. That's my job, I'm a messenger. Fred!" She spun to face the larger of the two men, "you know me! I just delivered a message to your mother last week! If you'd like to come between me and a nice juicy piece of meat, you are welcome to continue wasting my time." She only realized later the naughty connotations of her words.

With a sigh of indignation, she finally relented. She had tried to convince these numbskulls, but it was obvious that they tuned her out. "Could you just ask Arabella Putin to come out here then? My business is with her."

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Shina raises her eyebrow at the boy at the mention of weapons, but said nothing of it. She had a knife hidden on her at that moment anyways, ready to slit his throat should he turn on her. The wound made that look doubtful however. But when he pushed her back and kicked down the door, she started having second thoughts.

"Quite a feat for someone bleeding to death. I should be wondering if that's really your blood," she muttered, half to herself. She was now paying very close attention to how he was acting, acting like he was more of a dangerous injured animal that a small weak one. She also couldn't help but roll her eyes when he made the comment about the unlocked door, which really he had no way of knowing.

"Funny," she said, but her voice wasn't amused. "You realize you just broke your door, right?" she commented, but left it at that before stepping into the house without waiting to be let in. The door was open anyways. That's a welcome enough.

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"Funny” her voice wasn't amused 'you realized you just broke your door, right?" Bahm shrugged, feeling the skin around his wound tightens and sting.
“It seems to get broken a lot around here” He limped to a wooden chair, easing down into it and letting out a hiss of pain.
Jashmir let out a snort “mostly from you! Keep kicking the dang door and we might need to make it out of metal.” “Shut it, Jashmir.” Bahm waved his brother over, who came over with a stubborn look. Lifting up the side of his shirt, he showed his wound. It has become red around the skin of it and hasn’t stopped bleeding. William choked on the drink he has been sipping, his dark grey eyes widening.
“Now EXPLAIN how you were able to kick the door open with a wound like that?!” William had a bit of sass to his words, annoying Bahm. “Moment of energy.”
“Show off” Duncan said in the background. He looked different from the rest of them. His hair was a deep red, freckled and pure hazel eyes must have been carried through as a recessive trait from an earlier ancestor. He always seemed to have luck on his side because of his red hair, which was not very normal to see now a days except if it is blood or your hands were out in the cold and were suddenly flushed with warm heat.
He looked down at Bahm wound, letting out a tisk.
“Hey! Don’t tisk me!” Snarled Bahm. Duncan waved the woman in, inviting her from the cold. “Can you help me with my weakling little brother?” Duncan asked, handing her a wet cloth. “Just whip some blood from the wound.” She walked over and Bahm growled at his brother.
“Didn’t you hear me Dun-“The blue hair boy let out a scream and jolted, Jashmir and William pin his arms up. The cloth came into contact with his wound, sending bullets of pain into his system.
“Oh I forgot to mention Bahm,” Duncan lit a cigarette “the cloth has alcohol, help kill the germs that gotten into that cut of yours.” He grinned, making his boy-ish face show he was indeed, a troublemaker.

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Shina was basically tuning out Bahm's brothers, though she was grateful that they pinned him down while she cleaned the wound. She really didn't want to get hit for helping. When the wound looked okay, she finally paused to look at his brothers. They called him by name a lot more than she'd think, but it let her know his name. And he didn't know hers. The thought made her smile a bit as she stood up from crouching near Bahm. "So, Bahm, how bout you don't chase after hunters that could kill you kay? You're lucky a beggar or something got you first. If you angered the hunter you saw, I doubt you'd be breathing," she said, not really in a scolding way, but more in a "what were you thinking" way.

She looked around at the brothers again, deciding which one's seemed okay and which didn't. They all seemed a little off, quite honestly, and she wouldn't mind leaving sooner than later. "So... Something to wrap the wound, please? Unless one of you can pull off stitches," she said to no one in particular, hoping at least one would go get something. She then grinned at Bahm and ruffled his hair. "Try not to break down doors while you're healing, k?"

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