Viyoletta Saphrina's Story

Demetre Saphrina

Demetre listened as his leader talked. It was the thoughts that counted... but that speech, in his opinion, was a bad move. Friends would start accusing each other.. Some would start seeing things that weren't there and reading more into actions than they should... He rolled his eyes. Really bad move. Now eveyone was going to be suspicious of each other and if there really was someone undercover... this little speech would put them even more on guard than they already were... they'd probably even set up false rumors against the real members of the Dayze... The white haired boy made sure his knives were in place before looking around. Most of the others had gone to do whatever.. probably to have dinner. Now that he thought about it.. he was pretty hungry as well. But it wasn't any fun to eat alone.

"Hey! Tomimi, up for some food?" He grinned, casually slinging a long arm around the older woman's slender shoulders, making sure none of his weapons hurt her. "I don't know about you but I'm starving. We can go anywhere you like, my treat." He glanced at Aurora and Eli. They really were too uptight for their own good.

"Boss, wanna join us?" He asked them before hearing Tomimi's answer. "You can come too, Eli." He gave a friendly nod to the second in command... though that seemed too strict of a title... He was more like Aurora's henchman. The guy that did her dirty work... Demetre snickered. They were all her henchman. They fought for democracy but the Dayze wasn't much of a demacracy at all. They were.... hypocritical... or ironic? Which was the better word? Demetre just smirked. "Let's go, eh?"

Viyoletta Saphrina

Viyoletta glared at everyone as Questin's words sank in. An imposter... She couldn't deny that the thought had crossed her mind several times... but she was a naturally suspicious person. She always kept everyone at a distance and everyone seemed like an enemy to her. Viyoletta was a very paranoid girl and she knew it. If she didn't admire him so much.. she would probably be suspicious of Questin himself... no matter how stupid the idea seemed. Viyolett subtly scanned the others around her. No one really seemed to be very interested in all this. Fools. They should try to find the imposters right away. Having a cop among them.... the thought made her sneer in disgust. The one person could ruin everything they had worked for. If she had to... she would stalk each and everyone of them... even their leader. Of course, she was an excellent stalker/tracker no matter how creepy that seemed to people. IF she didn't want them to, almost no one would be able to notice her presence. The white haired girl glared at a few of the Synx as they laughed at a stupid joke of some sort. How dare they? Their leader was speaking to them! Viyo restrained herself as the urge to kick them in the necks increased. She quickly took a few calming breaths before turning back to Questin. However, it seemed that he had stopped speaking. Well.. That was short.

The sun was starting to set and the air was growing chilly. She frowned at herself. What had she done with her jacket? She looked like a complete fool standing their in her tank top and tight capri pants. Her eyes gazed around but she couldn't find it. Silently, she cursed. It was brand new! And it was a birthday gift from her brother.... She looked wistfully for the black fleece as the people started to leave. If someone stole it... She would kill them with her bare hands...

Demetre Saphrina

Demetre smiled good naturedly, unfazed, as Tomomi shrugged off his arm. At least she agreed to go. His eyes flickered over to Aurora and flashed her a cocky grin.

,"Where you want to go eat?" The lady asked. He blinked at her.

"Well, wherever the ladies would like to go, I'm up for it." He winked casually at her, beaming. "I eat anything after all." Actually, today was Viyoletta's birthday. Her favorite restaurant was that small cozy Italian place... She had finally turned fifteen. The two had been able to meet up a couple of days before but.. he wished he could be there with her now. Pasta... the word itself made his mouth water. The sweet tomato sauce, the salty cheese.... But he kept his face neutral as he gazed at his fellow gang members. He looked over at Eli, strange guy... But he made good conversation once in a while. Demetre pulled his thin black coat tighter across his chest as a sudden gust of wind made him squint. It was getting colder and colder. Hopefully the little jacket he had gotten for his sister would keep her warm. It had been very expensive. "It's your pick, but please do hurry. I'm starving here."

'Well,' Carl Benison thought to himself, 'This could be trouble.'

Outwardly the police agent's posture hadn't shifted an inch, his half-lidded eyes and relaxed sitting stance inviting no gazes, arousing no suspicion. Inwardly, however, his mind wheeled around. So, Questin was onto him and Agent Bravo. This could present a problem for the whole operation - now that everyone was under scrutiny, he would have to operate even more carefully. Not that he was actively subverting the organisation, not yet - for now it was too early to make a move. Right now was just information gathering, scouting, getting an estimate on how difficult the future would prove - testing the waters, so to speak. And right now, those waters were coming to a boil.

When Questin finished his speech, luckily not ordering his band of thugs to wantonly murder each-other on the vaguest pretense of being a mole, Benison didn't relax, didn't let out a held breath, didn't blink after endless minutes of staring wide-eyed at the stage. Instead, he casually stood up, stretched his sore back, adjusted his denim shirt and slowly pulled his white satin coat over his shoulders, the dirty fabric reflecting the dim light of the day's end. He carefully adjusted his shoulder holsters beneath the coat, then zipped it over them and slipped his hands into his pockets, his boots clicking over the rough ground. As he passed a streetlamp, he noticed a slight something amiss - a random black fleece coat hanging from a lamp post. It looked slightly familiar when he thought about it, but his mind couldn't place exactly where he'd seen it before.

Then it hit him. He'd seen the young one, Viyoletta, wearing it earlier. Carl quickly scanned the premises and, sure enough, there was Viyoletta, looking lost and distinctly jacket-less. Carl plucked the jacket off of the lamp-post and walked over to her, holding the coat aloft. "Did you forget this, Vi?" He said plaintively, giving the coat a light shake.

Viyoletta was barely resisting the urge to tremble as the cold air cooled her skin. Her face was blank and emotionless as it always was. No one would know that she was on the verge of tears.

"Did you forget this, Vi?" She whirled around at the voice and saw Carl Benison holding out her jacket. Gratitude filled her and she took it from him quickly, slipping it on over her thin shoulders. The imediate warmth was heavenly and she let a rare smile cross her normally cross face.

"Thanks," She said quietly looking up to the older man. He, she tolerated. Carl wasn't an idiot and Viyo thought their conversations weren't half bad. "I have a habit of forgetting where I put my stuff." She muttered quietly before rubbing her hands together. It was so soft against her skin... It must have cost so much. Viyoletta glanced back at Carl. "Thanks for giving it to me." She never thanked people much but this was a birthday gift from her brother and it would have really hurt to have lost it. Now that she thought about it, it was her birthday today. Viyo stifled a sigh, though her eyes darkened miserably. She had turned fifteen and there was no one to celebrate it with. How pathetic...

"Well, I'll see you around, Carl." Viyo said starting to walk away.

Carl leaned back against the lamp-post that was formerly taken by Vi's jacket. He didn't mind her terribly, she seemed awfully withdrawn most of the time, kept to herself. It was strange that she was so young, but then again that was a lot of what street life was made up of - you join young and probably die young as well. It was a tragedy, one that the Law sought to prevent from happening. She was clever though, there was a chance she may survive for a while. Secretly Carl hoped she wouldn't get killed in the upcoming events. Maybe he would warn her about it when it was going to happen - no, too risky. And stupid. He sighed, biting the toothpick in his mouth softly and secretly wishing it was a cigarette butt. He'd just barely dodged a cancer bullet at one point from smoking those goddamn coffin nails, he wasn't going to risk it again - but damn, he missed his Virginia Slims.

'Topic change. Get your mind off of things, you'll start to look conspicuous.'

Carl focused on Vi's jacket. It had looked fairly new, where had she gotten it? Robbery was out; he'd been keeping track of the police scanners in his apartment and no clothing store robberies had taken place over the last few days. Was it a gift? Perhaps, but what was the occasion? Birthday, maybe? 'Hm.'

"Vi, is it your birthday?" Carl shifted his weight away from the lamp-post, moving slowly after Vi, his hands deep in his coat pockets. "If you wanted to get a coffee or something, as a gift, you know, I just got my paycheck the other day, there's just enough scrap left over for a cup or two down the street." He shrugged impassively. As a cover for his police finances he received a check for minimum wage from a dummy company - a low profile food outlet, independent and inconspicuous enough not to merit any attention - that was just enough to pay upkeep on the apartment and have a little left over for frivolities, just like any other working stiff. It was a clever plan.

"If you just want to, you know, hang out." He shrugged impassively. "Up to you."

The girl looked at him sharply, her daze almost boring holes into his own. Why would he randomly ask her that? How did he know? Viyo stayed silent for a moment. Carl didn't seem like a bad person. She hesitated. However, it was free. Only an idiot would pass up an offer like that.

"Sure, I guess." Viyo answered, her voice quiet, barely hiding her suspicion. It was a bad habit to be so paranoid but... She couldn't really help it. That's what happened when you lived like this. She was a gang member. Vioy pulled the fleece around her tighter. "Okay,"

She started walking slowly into the direction of the neareset coffee shop. She lived with this other older Sinx member. She brought home guys a lot and Viyo tried to avoid being there as much as possible. It was kind of scary to have such older men leering at you like a starving animal. Hopefully, she it wouldn't be too cold to sleep outside tonight.

Demetre

Demetre grinned and saluted mockingly. "I know just the place then. Italian it is." Thank God. He hated Mexican food. "The owner of that place totally owes me. We'll get a decent meal tonight." The white haired guy started leading the way, taking Tomomi's hand in his larger one. He didn't really have a crush or anything, he was just a very physical person that thought nothing of a little contact.

"Come on, John." He grinned at the other Dayze member. "You may go to sleep with a full belly for once." He glanced back and nodded at Eli and Aurora. "Let's hurry up, it's getting a little chilly out." He looked out at the setting sun and smiled. Food.. he hasn't eaten in a while. Maybe that's why he'd been feeling pretty depressed lately. That wasn't like him.. Demetre rolled his shouldlers. Now wasn't really the time to ponder these things. He could think when he was alone.