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Ikarus Dean

"Whatcha want? I'm a busy man; someone's gotta make the underworld go round!"*Whistles as he tinkers*

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a character in “Street Rats”, as played by Auricambrflaym

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.:[Name]:. Ikarus Dean "Dean to most, Ikarus only to those closest to me...."
.:[Age]:. 27
.:[Gender]:. Male
.:[Place in the Underworld]:. Ikarus is more or less a jack of all trades; he spends most of his time running a small hole-in-the-wall nightclub or training first time street rats and urchins how to pitpocket. He's also a theif and a pitpocket himself, and a wise one at that; he's only gotten caught(officially anyway) once at the beginning of his career.
.:[Description]:. Personality and Appearance: Ikarus is very.... odd. His looks make him come across as untrustworthy, with black, narrow eyes hidden beneath shaggy hair the color of the twilight sky. He's very tall for a Rat, standing at about 6'3". A very lean man from being used to being forced to keep his belt tight, he weighs about 170 pounds. Shadowy circles make his eyes look deeper than they really are, and his nose is slightly crooked from several brawls he's been in or had to break up. Scars crisscross his body from the one time he had gotten caught, and from lashings he recieved on behalf of his younger Rats. *Later on he will have dark eagles' wings; Ikarus is fascinated with where his name came from. Icarus was the boy who flew too high on wings of feather and wax. Determined to continue to rise on the Underworld Foodchain, these wings are something he believes will bring him luck. Also, he regularly changes his hair color; blue is his current favorite.* His right arm, from just above the elbow to his fingertips is robotic.
.:[Personality]:. Ikarus's personality depends on who he's with. He's a father-figure to his kids, a weasely businessman, and a cruel heart to those who cross him. He will gladly protect "his" kids, varying in degree depending on age. He will keep little ones from punishment all together; however he will gradually show them that the world is cruel. He starts with no longer keeping them from small punishments like lashings or being forced to work off a debt. By the time the kids are ready to choose whether they want to stay with him or move out on their own they will most likely have a few minor mutations. Those that try to steal from him, or piss him off enough, will see a completely different side(this one he does his damndest to hide from his kids). His other half is ruthless, toying with the ones he's caught for days, slowly mutating them beyond recognition of their former selves before turning them loose on the Upper World, watching from the shadows as they're slowly killed like beasts.
.:[History]:.Ikarus has always been a street rat. He was lightening pockets shortly after he learned to walk. By the time he could fully speak, he was weaseling his way into clubs, stores and even gangs, rising through the ranks in each. WHen he was 17, he had gotten caught by a dangerous gang leader and drug dealer, ending up losing his arm and almost bleeding to death. by 20, he had fully recreated his arm with his skill in robotics.


(sample) Ikarus sighed, sitting on the railing to the upper level of his club. The kids were cleaning up the dance floor, while his older ones--the kids who had decided to remain even after they had learned they felt they needed to survive---were working the bar. A couple girls he hired he knew were back stage, not that he really cared about them. Everything was about getting his kids fed, nothing more. He brushed long blue locks from his face, smiling at the street rats below as they made a game of cleaning. He missed being that age; where even the darkest, muckiest day was something to cheer for. Muck meant puddles, puddles meant splashing and making mothers mad. He chuckled, and with a single movement landed standing on the floor. "Place looks great guys...." He smiled brightly at the dirt streaked faces beaming at him.
"Hey you! What do you think you're doing back there?!" One of the older boys snarled. There was a loud, wet crash from behind the bar, and the boy rushed over, dragging a small urchin from out of the glass. As young as the kid was, it was hard for Ikarus to be angry with the kid; he took him from the bartender, holdin the kid by his ankle and glowering at him. "Why were you stealing from me?" He shook the kid roughly, making him jabber for a moment before answering. "I...I was cold.... mama says stuff's good for cold...." The boy squeaked, trembling and trying to keep his shredded shirt up, holding the rope tie around his pants. Ikarus dunked the kid, bopping the top of his head hard against the floor before setting him upright. "Do it again and you'll look like a lizard, got that kid?!" He growled, throwing him a couple ratty looking jackets. "You want somethng, you come and ask for it. Stealing from me will get you killed." The boy nodded, squeaking a series of apollogies and running off.

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Ikarus Dean's Story

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Ikarus sighed, sitting on the railing to the upper level of his club. The kids were cleaning up the dance floor, while his older ones--the kids who had decided to remain even after they had learned they felt they needed to survive---were working the bar. A couple girls he hired he knew were back stage, not that he really cared about them. Everything was about getting his kids fed, nothing more. He brushed long blue locks from his face, smiling at the street rats below as they made a game of cleaning. He missed being that age; where even the darkest, muckiest day was something to cheer for. Muck meant puddles, puddles meant splashing and making mothers mad. He chuckled, and with a single movement landed standing on the floor. "Place looks great guys...." He smiled brightly at the dirt streaked faces beaming at him.
"Hey you! What do you think you're doing back there?!" One of the older boys snarled. There was a loud, wet crash from behind the bar, and the boy rushed over, dragging a small urchin from out of the glass. As young as the kid was, it was hard for Ikarus to be angry with the kid; he took him from the bartender, holdin the kid by his ankle and glowering at him. "Why were you stealing from me?" He shook the kid roughly, making him jabber for a moment before answering. "I...I was cold.... mama says stuff's good for cold...." The boy squeaked, trembling and trying to keep his shredded shirt up, holding the rope tie around his pants. Ikarus dunked the kid, bopping the top of his head hard against the floor before setting him upright. "Do it again and you'll look like a lizard, got that kid?!" He growled, throwing him a couple ratty looking jackets. "You want somethng, you come and ask for it. Stealing from me will get you killed." The boy nodded, squeaking a series of apollogies and running off.

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Ikarus sat watching the area from the top balcony of his club. He could see everything except Ezzie from his point, from the door to the bar to the dancefloor. He could even see the doors to the restrooms. When a man walked in, he recognized the face almost instantly. Jaxon. He sighed, Letting him lose himself in the music, the melodic tones of Ezzie's voice. She wouldn't remember him; she was twelve when the incident happened. He watched the area like a hawk, signaling the bartender to keep an eye on the man who had just walked in. It hurt to see that face, even from this distance. He rubbed his arm, where he had just recently added to the tattooed wing there. It bothered him that he was in his club; he had no idea what Jaxon wanted, but unless Ikarus or one of the Wing were attacked he would leave him alone. He whistled at a couple of the squirrelly kids trying to sneak behind the bar; they froze and stopped, staring at him for a moment before going back to their normal scurrying. With another sigh he went back to looking around, mechanical arm whirring...

If he does decide to attack, things will get interesting..... He thought glumly.

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Rina rolled out of the make shift bed she was sleeping in that day. Stretching she looked down at her watch "Shit....im late!" She grabbed her bag and looked around the old broken down building she has been staying in for the last couple weeks. It wasn't that cozy or home like but it was somewhere safe she could stay while she slept. She pulled on her boots and her gloves, running a brush through her hair, then grabbing her backpack she made her way down the stairs to the first floor and out of the building.

She looked around the area and slowly, making her way down the street. Seeing people in small groups, huddling as they talked. Rina mostly ignored just about everyone she ran into, she wasn't really a people person. She stopped at a small store and took out some of her cash, grabbing a drink, then paid it off. She had only a little bit of cash left from her last mutation, knowing she will have to go in again soon and get another mutation just so she can keep herself fed.

Making her way to the club she saw a couple guys harrassing a smaller kid, he looked to be about only 12. Before they could see her she took off her gloves and put her boots and socks in her bag. She climbed up the wall of the building closer to her and quietly made it to the top, jumping to the next building she climbed down the wall quickly but quietly she made her way down behind the two guys "Hey you two pick on someone your own size" she yelled and saw them jump and turn around but before they got a word in she jumped on one them, taking them down and grabbing her knife quickly "How about you two just leave now before there is any other issues." The guy nodded and the other one already ran off, she got off the guy and let him go. Everyone thats been a streetrat or live in the underworld know or heard of Rina, and mostly they know not to mess with her.

Rina looked to the boy "now run off and becareful who you mess with" the boy nodded and ran off. She looked down at her watch, oye Ikarus is going to rip her a new one. Though he should be used to her being late she thought to herself as she started walking back down the road. She could hear Ezzie singing from blocks away from the club and was already looking forward to tonight.

Finally making it to the club, pushing past people she got inside and looked around. Going to the bar "hey anyone know where Ikarus is?" she asked the bartender. The bartender pointed to the top balcony "thanks." She then made her way to the stairs and decided since she already had her shoes and gloves off she will climb, its easier and faster she though. Jumping onto the wall she quickly walked up to the wall to the top balcony and jumped off landing near Ikarus.

"Ikarus im here...sorry im late...slept too long then had to take care of a situation on my way here"

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Faustino headed up to the fire exits for him they were safe and you could feel anyone who came by. He took out the money and flip through it and by the looks of it he could live for a whole two weeks by skipping a meal every other day. Which was fine, but he looked at his tattered clothes under his hoodie he knew he needed more clothes and that would leave him with only a few days of money. Scratching his buzz cut scalp he began to think maybe it was time for another mutation. To get more money and some new clothes that would last him for a few months and of course a bit more food. Standing up once more and climbing down the fire exit he traveled down the alley ways.

Faustino headed to the police station naturally he was fairly well known to him. Mainly for severely beating guys up to bloody pulp most of the people were scared of him. "Faustino what are you doing here?" Asked one of the police officer. "Trying to lower my time I need to spend in jail Andrew." He grumbled out. The police officer, name Andrew, eyed him carefully. "You wanna get a waver for another mutation so lower your sentence again?" He asked. "Yes" Faustino nodded not looking at the police officer. Andrew sighed. "Alright I'll fill out the paper work and give it to you. Do you need a ride to the facility?" Faustino shook his head. "No thank you. I hate cars." Andrew sighed once more. "Alright I'll go fill out the paper work be back in a bit. Take a seat."

Andrew walked to the office leaving Faustino alone to sit on a plastic chair. He never removed his hood mainly cause he didn't want to scare half the people that work here. Faustino drifted into sleep a light sleep as always in the plastic chair which was more comfortable than the metal of fire exits he was use to sleeping on. An hour later he was woken up by Andrew's footsteps coming towards him. "Faustino. . ." Andrew says quietly. Faustino say nothing, but holds out his hand Andrew gives the papers to him. "Your sentence went from a six months to three months." He nods at Andrew as he stands up. "Thank you." Heading back to the slums.

Faustino takes the roof tops to the facility for him it was like a boarder between the slums and the up town. Naturally he use the entrance for the rest of the people who were from the slums. Which was the back door and walked to the front counter. He took his hood off this time mainly cause the people here had seen every mutation imaginable. A man sat in the front desk with his blue scrubs and burly arms. "Name?" The man asked. "Faustino Blaque" He replies and hands him the papers. The man types it into the computer and views the papers. "Alright. Have a seat you'll be called in shortly."

Faustino sit near the wall there was quite a few people in here many of them half way starved most wouldn't survive the operation due to there weakened state. He sits quietly falling asleep once more he had to sleep whenever he could to keep himself energized. An hour and half later the door opens. "Faustino Blaque!" A woman shout his name. He gets up and walks over to her and they walk down the halls where other mutations are going on. Then they take him to a room where he changes into a hospital gown and due a physical. They ask him a few questions about him and they lay him on a steel table. Faustino sees as they place a mask on him filled with sedative and soon the world goes dark.

Falling into a deep sedative sleep Faustino dreams were empty this was of course would be the most sleep he has had in ages. It seems all very brief for him cause soon he is awoken by a light being painful flashed in his eyes. "Faustino. . ." A voice calls to him. "Faustino. . . Faustino Blaque can you here me?" Faustino blinks and growls out "Yes I can here you so please get that damn light out of my face." The nurse who was doing so put the flash light away. "Can you sit up for me Mr. Blaque?" Slowly he got to his sitting position the world was wobbly and he felt sick to his stomach. "I feel sick." Faustino says as he leans on his knees. Another nurse hands him a little trash bag just in case if he threw up, not that he had anything in his stomach.

A small burning sensation brought him more aware as he looked at his knee where he felt the pain coming from. He looked down and saw what they mutated. Above his knee normal as could be, but below his knee his leg was completely different. His once normal legs where now covered in medium charcoal grey fur his heel know higher and his toes now claw like and black. "Can you move your legs?" They asked him as he attempted to move them. He wiggled his toes and flex them gently a slight burning sensation could be felt as he did so. "Good!" They said triumphantly. Faustino wasn't to please at all mainly cause now what was he going to do about his pants.

A large male nurse came in and looked at the newly mutated Faustino. "Here lets get you walking." He says as he helps Faustino up. As Faustino gets up from the cold table. He places his new legs on the ground which was wobbly at first and painful, but at the same time he notices that he doesn't feel the cold of the floor. Faustino flexes his four toes they seem to grip the floor well which puts him in a better mood. They walk out of the room slowly naturally its painful and strange at first, but soon it becomes easier and easier. Him and the male nurse walk up and down the hallway a few times.

"Any kind of numbness in your mutation?" Faustino shakes his head "No just some pain." The man pulls out two light pink pills and hands them to Faustino and stops by a drinking fountain. He only takes one of the pills with a long drink of water. They walk up and down the hallway for a few minutes before Faustino starts walking by himself occasionally holding onto the wall. It would take time to get use to his mutation, but soon he would be able to run and jump in a few days. The male nurse leads him into another room one to grab his clothes. The facility nice enough to provide him special pants for his new mutation.

Once dressed they hand him a wad of cash and escort him out of the facility and at the edge of there perimeter. Faustino says thanks and slowly walks into the slums knowing for the next few days his mutation would keep him from sleeping on the fire exit. It was a long walk for him not being able to use the roof top, but he knew it would be awhile before he could do a lot of things as he drew up his hood. Soon he hears the sounds of someone singing knowing that it was the club that many people came to when they wanted to get out of the cold for a bit. Slowly he made his way there occasionally leaning on to the wall of the slums for support. In a way he looked drunk so no one messed with him. Eventually he got to the club and walked in where people where entranced by the woman's singing. He took a seat at the bar still a little dizzy, but it was going away.

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Ikarus turned with a bright smile at Rina. "That's alright, kiddo, but we are short handed tonight so I'll need you to pick up the slack. Low on the money right now but it does mean a few free drinks for ya and a good meal once everyone's gone." He did, however, toss her a sall wad of cash as he spoke. It wasn't very much, hardly enough to buy clothing down here unless you knew someone who owed you, but it was an okay paycheck for a clubrat. He kept one eye on the bar at all times, and tensed a little when Jaxon suddenly moved, disappearing from his line of sight. The bartender--a rather small, gangly looking kid with shaggy red hair-- waved him down in a signal as he cleaned a glass, stating that Jaxon was indeed coming up looking for him.

"Rina,go down to Ezzie and tell her I may need her help in a few minutes...." He said distractedly under his breath as the girl's singing stopped. "Thanks guys, I'm glad you're enjoying yourselves but I need a drink! See ya in a few!" Her signature breakline was followed by clammoring from the males to buy her said drink, and more cheers and applause as she strode from the stage to the bar. Once Rina had left and the Balcony was quiet again, he allowed his eyes to slip half closed, focusing all his energy on the sounds around him.

"Hey Bartender, nother round on me!" "Eenie....Meanie...." "Hey, gerroff pipsqueak!" "Watch it!" "If he hollers...." "Damn, need to retune....." "If he screams.....I'll Cut His Throat." He had pulled himself into the shadows, where his near black hair and attire made it difficult to spot him. Jaxon had gotten up to the balcony, and was headed toward him. But he knew his place better than the man did; He slipped behind the striped panels so he could move freely. "Been a long time since I heard you around, Jaxon. Sounds like you've had a few drinks in ya, and that's good and fine with me. But why are you here?" He made sure to throw his voice around; a simple trick he had learned in his years of theft to see to it he had no one on his trail.

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â˜Ș Carter â˜Ș



Carter slowly made her way through a club, pick pocketing people as she went, really she didn't know half the people here, but she didn't care, she stole from them anyway. Cater grinned as she passed two men, they looked rich enough.

"By the way.... That kid down there makes a damned good drink!" she heard one of them say, but she ignored their talking and bumbed into on of them, her hand snaking into the mans pocket and back out before he could notice. " Oh I am So sorry!" Carter said before flashing both her best charming smile and walking away, a slight skip in her step. She loved doing that to people she didn't even know, it just made things so much funny, when she was younger she liked to stick around and watch the persons reaction when they found out they were now broke, but after being caught and jumped, she never did that again.

The plan was always get in, get the money, get the hell out. Ever since it had worked, and she seemed to always be getting better everyday. It was just..fun to her. It wasn't that she hadn't already made enough money today, she just wanted more for later. Could you blame her? She was a poor kid, she just wanted money so sue her.

In this life, one thing counts
In the bank, large amounts
I'm afraid these don't grow on trees,
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two

You've got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys,
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two.


Carter smiled ever so slightly, singing to old song under her breath. She had heard to song long ago, and it kind of stuck to her of course she never knew what it was from...

Why should we all break our backs?
Better pick-a-pocket or two.

Robin Hood, what a crook!
Gave away, what he took.
Charity's fine, subscribe to mine.
Get out and pick-a-pocket or two

You've got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two.


Carter smirked grabbing someone else's change bag and slipping it into her own pocket, as far as she could tell she had at least fifty dollers right now, but what could a few more hurt?

When I see someone rich,
Both my thumbs start to itch
Only to find some peace of mind
I have to pick-a-pocket or two.

You've got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two.


Carter sang a bit louder before she filed into a group in the club, grabbing a ten dollar bill out of two peoples pockets before she slipped back out. By now she had done a full circle around the Club, and was nearing the guy guys again. Wow..Her timing was getting a lot better. Carter chuckled to herself as she leaned on the railings, at least ten feet away from the man she had stole from. She was bored. Who wouldn't be when you had a whole city to yourself and yet nothing interesting to do? No one knew her, she was literary on her own right now, so why should she care if she stole from drub lords and all those idiots out there.

Some people said she had a death with, but to be honest it was no death with she had, just lack of fear of death. Why would anyone be scared of death anyway? It would just be another place to survive in. If that's what you'd say were all doing now. Carter scowled at the sight before her. people dancing, drinking, half the people in here had to have been in the labs by now, we were the poor people, the people that were just skidding by. Cater gripped the railing so hard her knuckles were turning white. Why couldn't she have been part of the rich side? All the people that were safe asleep in in their beds by now. No..She was left alone to die with all these losers.

Carter sighed and leaned forward, relaxing her grip, folding her arms and putting her chin down in her arms. Now why should she care how weird she looked? She was bored. Tired. Hungry. Angry.. at what? the world? "Story of my life..." she mumbled shaking her head ever so slightly and closed her eyes. she didn't want to have to watch everything in front of her. Anyone in their right mind would have walked out of the club by now, but really..who here is in their right mind?

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Jaxon quirked a brow as a girl stumbled past them both, now finally seeing where Ikarus. "Oh I am So sorry!" He looked at the girl (Carter), obviously in her teens and was about to speak when his old friend had to run off. "Seems we'll have to finish this another time. Some pup stole my kids' paychecks...." He laughed at that, and sucked on his beverage. "Oh... Big daddy Ikarus. Always looking out for the little ones, perhaps another time then. It was good seeing you while it lasted." He smiled kindly and waved, as the man got back his wallet from the pretty face who needed a reality check on who to mess with. His face darkened for a moment, but the taste of his delicious alcoholic beverage brought joy back. He was like a switch, emotions could be turned on and off instantaneously.

He watched her walk around, snatching this and thought. It was interesting to watch, but also painful.... There was an advantage to being a pretty young face. But there were always disadvantages as well. In a place like this, guys always looked at the pretty ones. Especially women. He smirked, and laughed as she even started to sing! The gall of the girl! Oh, what a marvelous show but all things must come to an end as her 2 minutes of fame was over and she sashayed around the club. <So confident.... Almost makes me want to watch her. Trip in front of a steam roller...> He laughed at the thought, and slapped his knee finding himself hilarious. "Really? When was the last time I even SAW one of those, outside of cartoons!!" Jaxon continued his fit, but settled down and took a sip of his drink. "No, but she needs to die...."

He tilted his head, and watched her as she made her way back pretty much right next to him. Odd... Seeing as how the girl managed to do what she did on a catwalk above the dance floor, but oh well. He stepped over, and knelt against the rail sipping his drink. "Hello there kitten..." He smiled, his lips never leaving the tiny black straw. His eyes scanned her figure, realizing she was one of those feline types. <Ugh... So stereotypical.... I wonder if the ball game will be on tonight? Who's playing... Boston?> Jaxon pondered that thought, and shrugged moving his nearly empty glass of drink over to the girl. "Drink for you thought?" Depending on whether she excepted, or not, or did something else he would remain casual and lean against the rail. "My friend is a little upset but don't worry, he's a big softy. Like a.... Like like a..... Like a big..... Marshmallow!!! Just.... White and.... Big'n gooey!! But they all burn the same!" He smiled, and reached a hand in his pocket touching his lighter. "Thought, I think the latter would be much more tasty..." He seeemed to stare off into space, then jumped turning to the girl with a cheesy grin extending his hand out. "Jaxon is the name! Charmed..." He was being genuine...... Mostly. He thought in images.... One in particular was her tied up on a railroad track with a guy, with a mustache laughing evilly as a train was speeding closer, with dramatic twenty's style piano music playing. <I love cartoons.....>

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Addie calmly strolled through the streets. She had been planning to go home, but found herself wandering instead. The night was cool and the cool air felt good on her exposed face. She removed her hood, letting a small breeze wash over her as she walked. After a moment, she stopped suddenly, causing a couple of people to bump into her and curse at her, but she ignored them. Faintly, she heard a lovely singing. She found herself moving again toward the sound, drawn like a bee to a flower. The song was familiar, and Addie found herself humming along with the woman. After a few minutes of walking, she turned a corner to see the club where the song was coming from. It was somewhat rundown, but still seemed popular. Addie, not usually one to go clubbing, had never been there before.

She slipped into the club, just catching the end of the song. All too soon, the singer stepped down for a drink with several of the men near the front wanting to buy her a drink. Addie, somewhat disappointed, put her hands in her pocket, and sat on a barstool in the corner. She turned, leaning against the wall, and asked for a water from the kid behind the counter. She watched, amused at the amount of children scurrying around doing various jobs. 'What is this? Some kind of orphanage for street rats?' she thought, a smile on her face.

She watched with great interest as one of the young women who seemed to work there 'accidentaly' bumping into people. No doubt she was pickpocketing them. A moment later, one man confronted her and got his wallet back. Shortly after that, Addi raised her eyebrow as another man she had 'bumped' into came up and began flirting with her. Addie knew she shouldn't get involved, but she was curious nonetheless. Drinking the rest of her water, she pulled a nice tip out of a breast pocket on her shirt, moved closer to the pair, and leaned on the wall nearby. She nearly laughed as she realized the man was talking about marshmallows, and wondered if he was all there. She calmly let her gaze wander around the club as she listened to the conversation.

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As she walked down the sidewalk, looking for her next vantage point to the roofs, she was debating whether she should go find this guy Danny was telling her about or not. The cash he had just gotten was already over half gone, a portion gone for the meal she had, and a sizeable chunk for the shoes she just got from Danny. She may have known him for a long time, since he had taught her half her skills when she was younger, but he still expected her to pay the price as any other, it was the way of the streets, they all needed money. Now her stash was low, probably would only last her another day or two if she didn’t feel the need to get the food while she had the cash.

But enough to last her a month, two? Now that was a lot, too tempting to pass up the offer, the consequences of it was that she would get caught, maybe sent to jail, and if she failed she would go back and accept the beating she would most likely receive, she never went back on her word, that if she failed she wouldn’t skip out, she may be a thief but she was honorable to accept what was coming to her if she failed. But for that amount of cash, she at least had to try, there wasn’t much she could lose, and if she succeeded, there was so much for her to gain.

She finally found the fire escape and climbed it deftly to the roof; decision made that she would seek out this person and accept the job he was offering. And it wouldn’t take that long either, if they talked to Danny, they probably knew the other people the street rats came into contact with the most, and the closest nearby was only a few alleys away, basically a hop, skip, and leap from where she was. And so she braced her legs, and set them running towards the edge of the roof and leaped. A few minutes later she skidded to a stop, almost falling over from the new shoes and the amount of traction they gave her, and climbed down to the alley.

From her spot she could just make out two shapes in the dark, one tall and by the look of the stature and a glimpse of the clothing, it was the man she was looking for, talking with another street rat, one that could get the man in touch with the type of thief he was looking for. The street rat caught a glimpse of her and pointed, apparently knowing who she was and probably knowing she would be willing to do it. The man turned and looked her over, probably noting her clothes, the long hair which again she noted that she needed to retie, and most likely trying to discern if she had any mutations under her baggy clothes which she had the good fortune of having to resort to that type of thing.

The man was well dressed, obviously a rich person seeing as he had no mutations, and seemed slightly uncomfortable being in the alleys which let her know that he didn’t regularly deal with her sort of people. She stepped closer, and had to look up at the man because he was taller and tilted her head slightly. ”Heard you were looking for a thief. Depends what you need but I’m the guy you’re looking for.” The man chuckled, ”You must be the Krys the other boy was talking about.” She nodded once. ”The job shouldn’t be too hard to accomplish, there’s a bar near here, you’ve probably heard the music coming from it, gone in a time or two and saw kids running around in there? The owners name is-“ ”Ikarus.” She interrupted him. ”Yes, I know the place and have seen the owner, the one with the robotic arm.” The man grinned at the comment and nodded. ”Precisely, now boy, if you can bring me that arm, I can pay you well. Sources tell me he takes it off at night. That’s it, bring me the arm.” She tilted her head, she didn’t know why he wanted the arm, or what was so special about it since it was just an arm, but if it could get her set for months she would get it. ”Easy, I should be back here at dawn. If not, by tomorrow at sun down.” She shook the man’s hand to seal the deal and she turned, headed to the night club


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"That's alright, kiddo, but we are short handed tonight so I'll need you to pick up the slack. Low on the money right now but it does mean a few free drinks for ya and a good meal once everyone's gone." Rina smiled to Ikarus, he knew it was tough for her and some of the others and a meal and a few drinks went a long ways for her. Though when he did give her a bit of cash she smiled "thanks Ikarus I reall appreciate it, and no worries I will sure pick up on the slack, you can always count on me". Her eyes went over the dance floor "Rina,go down to Ezzie and tell her I may need her help in a few minutes...." "No probelm ill go get her now" she hooked herself back on the wall and quickly climbed down looking for Ezzie. As she was going by she saw a girl walking around and pickpocketing others, she just shook her head and put the cash she had in her bra, she knew it was safe there.

As Rina was going over to Ezzie she heard Ikarus "Ezzie! You're in charge, i need a breather...." well now I don't need to get Ezzie for Ikarus, but I might as well go say hello, Ezzie was one person she counted as a friend and she loved hearing her sing. Walking over to Ezzie "Hey Ezzie, great singing tonight as always, have a good crowd in here tonight. Though there is a girl I noticed going around pickpocteting just so you know" as she was talking Rina grabbed her boots and gloves from her backpack, putting her gloves and boots back on. "So what actually needs to be done tonight do you know? If not ill go work at the bar, giving drinks out and dancing, what I do best" she finishes tying her boots and stands back up waiting for Ezzie's answer.

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"You have something of mine dear," Someone hissed,Carter jumped half a foot in the hair as the man swiftly put his hand in her pocket and took back his wallet, before pulling her closer. "I don't care how you get your money, but you steal from me again and I will add to those agile mutations of yours. I opened this club to help me pay for the kids around here." Carter didn't say anything, she just watched the man walk away before a scowl broke out across her face.

Some people just didn't understand how she worked. IF she beat you up then stole your money, their's no chance in hell your getting it back,but if she mearly pickpocketed you and you caught her, she'd give it back. Carter shook her head, some people were so uptight these days. Of course she was uptight as well, so when the other man walked over to her she felt her muscles tense as she got ready for any harm full movements.


"Hello there kitten..." He smiled at her but she eyes flashed, she hated being called Kitten, she was Not a kitten..She had claws, but before she could snap at him, he offered his drink. For a moment Carter stared at it, she hadn't had a drink in almost a year, not to mention she was underage...Ah the hell with it. Carter took the drink and took a small sip out of it, but she didn't relax, not in a place like this. "My friend is a little upset but don't worry, he's a big softy. Like a.... Like like a..... Like a big..... Marshmallow!!! Just.... White and.... Big'n gooey!! But they all burn the same!" He smiled at her again while she tried to understand what he meant. The man reached in his pocket and she felt herself gripping the glass in her hand so hard she thought it would brake, but it didn't. "Through, I think the latter would be much more tasty..." He stareed off into space, then jumped turning back to Carter. "Jaxon is the name! Charmed..." He seemed genuine enough...... But he had this funny look in his eyes, she couldn't place it through.

"Nice you meet you, the names Carter Lestat, and just so you know, I don't have your wallet, so what can I do ya for?" She raised an eyebrow and leaned on the railing, watching him closely. She felt her eyes wanted to change in the cat form, it was dark in here, but she didn't want to freak anyone out when her eyes started to glow. Of course that was the upside to her..cat mutations. she had no tail or strange ears. All she had to do through was touch him, and she'd know what was going on in his head right now..it would be easy enough...

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Jaxon

"Not much, just wondering how miss kitty could be so reckless.... Don't let his charity fool you. No one likes to see a dead cat.. Bad for the children." He leaned over to whisper in her ear. "It's bad for their psyche growing up." He twirled a finger in his opposite hand in a circle as if saying they were coo'coo, but before their hands could touch, Jaxon withdrew his hand with a grin. "You seem a little eager for a touch little kitten.... What have you got in you bag'o tricks?" He chuckled, and turned leaning his back against the railing his eyes never leaving her face. He watched the ways her eyes adjusted, she had a mutation there. Those oh so delicate and effeminate looking hands held a secret too.... But something else huh? "Something that requires touch." Jaxon smirked, and looked away for a second spotting Addie watching them. "I think your other feline friend is watching us as well... friend of yours?" He smirked, and slowly turned to Carter with a smirk. He was getting all sorts of signs from this girl, and thus he was getting a better profile of who she was. "I'm one who enjoys games as well young lady, but I would like to politely ask that you do not play with me like a mouse toy." <Ha!!> He was loving these cat puns, that wince in her eyes he could tell she hated being called 'kitten' and such. It really didn't bother him any.

Jaxon turned back around and leaned way over the rail, putting his weight on it to look down. Quite frankly, it was as stupid thing to do. Especially in a place like this, a simple push of his feet and he would topple over and fall to the ground head first. But he just laughed, and leaned back up sighing happily and close his eyes with that same cheerful smile. "Well..... Now that we've covered formalities. I guess, I'll have to find an apartment... I wonder if they'll do a credit check?" As if the conversation he had with Carter never happened, he turned to walk away tapping his chin lightly with one finger. "I do hope I get to see Ikarus again.... We really should catch up."

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Ashton

Ashton skated around, and made his way in front of The Merchant's shop and grinned. This was something to do, it was always fun to go window shopping. And who knew!! He might find something he wants, or needed. so the young kid kicked his board up, and stepped inside looking around. He kept his flat bill baseball cap down, with the red bandana showing proudly around his neck. "Hmmm....." He walked around, looking at this and looking at that. He preferred the stores around here much more, up town they didn't allow you to bring your board as you walked around. Or they forced him to take off his hat, or bandana. Those rich ass holes were always suspicious of his type.

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Krys

She headed down the street, planning out her moves. She had been inside the club a few times before, not to drink or dance, but she was smaller back then and went with a few of the others for some food once in awhile, a place to stay in the winter, and she never forgot the layout to a building she had been inside. There was the main floor, the bar, the kitchen, the stage, stairs that lead to a balcony and then a few offices and rooms leading off from there. As she thought back, she could remember the one that he always disappeared behind, marking that one as his room, where it was most likely the best place for her to get the arm.

She paused just outside the building, if he was on the balcony, it had a perfect view of the entire place, meaning she would be spotted going in from the front entrance. She headed around back and saw some smaller kids there, the little rats getting a few rolls of bread and a bottle of alcohol to share; it was one of the colder nights anyway. As the kids ran off she caught the door with her foot before it closed all the way and glanced inside, a little relieved as she saw whoever it was giving the kids the food and drink(Rina) was already going another direction. Giving her the perfect chance to get inside, and of course took her chance. Rarely on a job did you ever get a second chance to do something, it was there, you take it or sometimes you fail.

Once she was inside she pulled up her hood, pushing all her hair inside to make sure that there was no chance of anyone even guessing she was a girl, then zipped up her jacket just below the nape of her neck and mentally checked to make sure the bandages she had wrapped around her torso were secure, then headed into the more crowded area of the club. There were tons of people in there, but with the lights focused on the dance floor, it made the walls and corners very dark and making her job easier of being unnoticed as she found the stairs, and started going up. Not many came up to the balcony she noticed, a person or two had wondered up here and none of them noticed her. This was going to be easy, she thought, a simple in, out, gone, and have enough money to keep her set for months, not having to steal for months to get what she needed.

She came to the door she had recalled was Ikarus’s and turned the knob, thankful that this was a well kept place enough so that it didn’t rattle, or the door squeak as she silently opened it enough for her to slip inside and close it again. With a quick glance around the room she noted there were no windows, a bed on one end, a large desk on the other, and near the bed was a small table with the arm on it. She could see a bundle in the sheets, shaped like a person; he must be sleeping so she would have to be more careful taking the arm than she wanted. Her steps were light, silent and swift, getting her right next to the table and she lifted the arm. It was rather heavier than she expected but the design was magnificent, one of the best contraptions she had seen in a long while. Taking the arm she held it close, no room in any of her pockets to officially place it in for the time being. Her steps her same as before, silent so that she wouldn’t wake the person in bed and headed back over to the door to make her escape.

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Krys

"Just where do you think you're going kid? That arm belongs to me, and I am quite tired of people attempting to steal from me..... " So close, so close, so CLOSE! Her body froze in place the moment he spoke, how the hell did he get from the bed to the door?? Her eyes looked over at the bed, it still looked like there was a person there, then it hit here, stupid that she was, there were probably pillows and blankets under there. She should have watched for movement, making sure he was breathing under there before going over and taking the arm. Her shoulders slumped a little in defeat. She was caught, no denying it, no way out of it at the moment; she had to own up to the fault.

She turned to face Ikarus, looking up at him and held out the arm to him. ”Seems you caught me. Heard you were a great rat yourself, makes sense another wouldn’t be able to take from you.” She gave him a smile, one she hoped looked nice enough to make it look like she was in awe of him. Which she was, he was one of the few rats to actually make something of himself and provide for others like him. Not many made it passed their older teens, sometimes in their twenties due to drug wars and feuds and general malnourishment. ”Here’s the arm, not gone so, no harm no foul right?”

She wasn’t entirely sure what would happen, she knew that those who took from him ended up with mutations most of the time, but she hadn’t taken from him
right? The arm wasn’t gone, it was still in the room even, definitely not gone, hence not stolen. Hopefully she wouldn’t get punished by the other man for not getting the arm


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She let out a gasp as she was slammed against the back wall, away from the door, away from freedom. Again, so close, so close, so close, kept playing through her mind. She watched as Ikarus put the arm back on, his hand still holding her firmly against the wall. It crossed her mind that she could kick out at him and make her escape, though she didn’t think she would be strong enough to do it. Then she paused, there was a weight around her shoulders that wasn’t there before. Then she started going pale, no no nonono, no no! Her hood had fallen, her hair coming out of its knot enough to stop at her shoulders even though the full length would fall almost to her thighs.

Then Ikarus noticed, calling her a girl, and her face went white, probably noticeable in the dark of the room. Not once had she been found out, especially not while doing a job. Tonight was definitely not her night, so far everything had gone wrong
well not everything, she did get inside the building perfectly. Now she just needed to find a way out of the situation, she was pinned, and her cover blown. Guess she would just have to go along with whatever was going on. She took a deep breath, getting over the fact that he figured out her gender, and met his eyes. ”I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened for you have to make that arm.” Maybe the goal for this one was to keep him talking, maybe show him a reason to let her go.

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She kept eye contact with Ikarus, seeing as she always knew that was the right thing to do, and she didn’t want to offend him, or make him mad, mainly because she knew at the moment he had many means as which take payment from her if he wanted. She listened to him, and she thought it a bit over ridiculous to take someone’s arm over some stolen food. She was lost in thought, barely noticing that he had changed his grip from his real arm to his robotic one, which had a much stronger grip, and had looked her over. She almost shuddered, that was one of the reasons she kept up a persona as a boy, she hated the things that could be done to a Mouse, as they sometimes called the girls.

When he asked for payment she did shudder, a small one, hopefully unnoticeable, though a slight fright in her eyes may have been noticeable, she wasn’t too good at hiding those emotions quite yet. Nowadays, payment could be anything, and she didn’t feel like doing anything for him in payment for something that still remained in his possession, feeling slight annoyance with the man, she tilted her head a little at his question. It seemed a little too easy. ”Everyone calls me Krys. And yes I know the place; you’ve let me sleep in here a few times during a winter or two. I never forget the setup of a building I’ve been in, just used reason to deduce this was the room I would find your arm
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She hoped he didn’t read too much into her emotions, she didn’t like much when people could read her so easily when she hid so much. Her shoulder was aching, throat a little sore from being slammed back, and her ego seriously hurt. This wasn’t going to go over well with the man who wanted the job done, and if the other contacts she knew found out. She wouldn’t be eating for awhile would be an understatement of things to come. If you couldn’t make a name for yourself, you didn’t survive


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Krys just watched Ikarus carefully, trying to figure out what his game was, it was always a game. Try and make you think you did nothing wrong and you were going to get off free for explaining things, maybe give all the details of the one who hired her, make her steal from them instead, or possibly blackmail for later, find out things about her so she would have to comply with whatever he wanted to make sure he didn’t tell anyone what she didn’t want to get out. Either way she couldn’t yet figure out what he was trying to do by just having her answer simple questions for him. Her mind was reeling, trying to see all the motives, the ways out, the comebacks that would get him pissed off, or relaxed a bit, there were so many things she could do and not do that may or may not, get her out. It was like a mind game, one that she played often but happened to change constantly.

He motioned to a chair after giving her arm one last squeeze, probably telling her to stay. Which was quite obvious, she didn’t have the strength to try and beat him, maybe the speed to get out the door, but not enough to dodge all the people outside who might possibly be waiting even as they spoke. So she sat, arms reaching up and skillfully knotting it into what looked like a simple ponytail, expertly hiding how long her hair actually was, she wondered briefly if he could figure out how long it actually was, seeing as he was probably as observant as she was. When she was done she crossed her arm over her chest as she watched him put the last of the arm in place. ”I don’t know who the person was.” Which wasn’t a lie, she didn’t ask for a name, just heard he wanted a job done and accepted. ”I was just told someone wanted a job done. I found out the specifics and came. I think I was the only one who had the guts to come seeing as no one accepted and kept pointing the guy to me.” Which was also true, Danny and told the guy she would be able to do it, and the kid in the alley where she found the man had told him to come right to her first. She was more an Rat than the guys, she would hate to be officially found out to be Mouse


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