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Teri Makota

People like us? We're the ones life kicks in the face. Don't even have the luxury to cry anymore. They make me give my brightest smile, after all.

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a character in “Talon & Thorne - Hawk & Rose”, as played by Rann

Description

Teri Makota








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GENERAL


♠RoleLeader’s Little Sister
♠GenderFemale
♠Nickname(s)/Alias(es)
Hoppy || Hongarou gave her this name for when she works as a prostitute.
Kitten || A lifetime ago, she remembers being called Kitten by Morgan. She misses this nickname more than she'll admit.
♠Age 13
♠Love Interest Trevor Knight, albeit one-sided.
♠Face Claim Rena Ryuugu || Higurashi no naku koro ni



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APPEARANCE


♠Height 5’2”
♠Weight 102 lbs
♠Build Barely nourished, diminutive, undeveloped
♠Hair Color Dark Orange
♠Eye Color Blue
♠Scars/Tattoos/Piercings She has a scar on her wrist from once trying to take her own life
♠Description
The most notable feature of Teri’s is her haunted blue eyes, the only hint that there was once something other than this shell of a person, years ago. She has a small, sly smile, and only a careful eye can see that her smile is fake. Rather short for her age, with thin slender bones, it’s obvious that her growth has been stunted by mistreatment in recent years. She often just stares into space, as if looking upon
some far off, distant past.
♠Preferred Clothing

When given the choice, Teri dresses herself in a blue-collared sailor top, and a skirt alongside it, probably from her once past obsession with Japanese anime. This gives off an innocent look to anyone that sees her. Teri also always keeps the white beanie with her at all times, the last gift from her older brother before her life went awry. Unfortunately, she’s forced to wear a collar around her neck, with the Thorne emblem, signifying whose property she is now.




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MENTALITY


♠Oddities
Look behind you!
| Teri has a tendency to take a glance behind her every now and then. She’s not even sure anymore if it’s out of paranoia, or a habit, but that’s how it is. It developed after her first john she was forced to service, and it stayed with her ever since. Yes, she’s aware of the weird glances people give her whenever she does it.
Finger brushing is fun. | Sometimes, Teri brushes her hair with her fingers when she knows people are watching. Sure, the effect isn’t as good as it would be if she had long cascading hair to flip on her back, but all the same, she does it. To pass the time as much as anything, supposedly.
Loving from afar | Ever since she first set eyes upon the Talon’s planner, she immediately fell in love. Still, being many years younger than him, her only real option is to watch him from a vantage point; far away and out of sight. She’ll probably never confess her feelings; she'll carry them to the grave.


♠Skills
A Good Girl? | Teri fills a specific niche when selling her body to johns on the street. While her acting skills are already superb, she’s especially proficient at acting as the innocent schoolgirl, making her pretty popular as a prostitute whether she likes it or not.
Happy girl! | Not wanting to worry her captive brother, Torrin, she manages to put on a cheerful demeanor whenever needed, full of smiles and giggles that are appropriate. Unless someone’s especially perceptive, they won’t notice that her smiles don’t reach her eyes.
Blast Reality!! | Whenever Teri ends up in a situation where she can’t deal with it as herself, she can always bring up an anime character that she looks up to, and try to do what they’d do. This helps her move forward when things get tougher than tough.
♠Likes
Am I a Japanophile?| Ever since watching Pokémon for the first time, she instantly fell in love with Japanese Anime. Even now, she’s allowed to watch a few episodes every now and then to keep her placated, luckily.
Cuddle with me. | When she’s with someone she trusts, like Torrin or Michaline, she loves getting in close and snuggling in with them. Some familial comfort always helps, right?
Feed me with this! | Chocolate chips are essentially her life force. She always picks them out of the cookie dough when given chocolate chip cookies, and only eats the chips. They’re great, she says.
♠Dislikes
Go away, Morgan! | In Teri’s eyes, the reason for her suffering is entirely his fault. If he wasn’t there, maybe she wouldn’t be selling her body, maybe Torrin wouldn’t be selling drugs, maybe Michaline would be alive and well. There’s no way she can like him right now.
Don’t touch me! | Being touched, whether acting as a good girl or not, Teri is slowly reaching her limit with all of it. It repulses her, and it’s all she can do to suppress the shudder when a man explores her body.
I’m not a kid, okay? | Seriously. Even though she’s barely in her teens, she’d rather be treated the same as everyone else. It’s the main reason she can’t pursue her first love, after all.
♠Hobbies
Thread and needle, please! | Although she’s terrible at sewing, and constantly stabs her thumbs with the needle, it doesn’t stop Teri from loving to try and recreate outfits from various animes she watches.
Just… a few more minutes… | Teri adores sleeping. Since being abducted, sleep is the only way she can really relax and unwind, and try to block out her current reality.
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♠Phobia(s)
Haphephobia | Fear of being touched. Since being forced into prostitution, and being touched by repulsive men as a living, she developed a phobia to being touched by strangers.
Belonephobia | Fear of pins and needles. In order to make her subservient, the Thornes would torture her by sticking her with pins until she agreed to play nice with johns. Needless to say, she’s terrified of needles now.
Pediculophobia | Fear of lice. Seriously, the idea of having little bugs nestled in her hair seriously creeps her out, ever since she learned about lice.
♠Sexuality
This is a little complicated. Although Teri kind of has an aversion to men now, she’s still straight. Or, should we say, she has single-person sexuality towards the Talon’s planner. In conclusion, she's Trevor-sexual.
♠Personality
A stranger, or perhaps even a john looking at Teri would gather the first impression of a cheerful and charismatic young girl, even if she’s selling her body, and a little too thin. She laughs a lot, smiles when talking, and looks you straight in the eye in a one on one conversation, and is incredibly easy to get along with. One would wonder if she simply ignores the bad things that happen around her, if they know about her background.

But underneath that shiny surface lies an empty shell of a once cheerful girl. Her emotions have been stunted, almost hardly caring whether or not she gets saved. Teri’s simply going through the motions in life, day by day, until she eventually dies. She doesn’t really feel much anymore; her spirit broken. If she does feel one thing, it’s resentment. Resentment that her crush, the beloved planner, will most likely never know about her one-sided crush.

Go down one more level, and you’ll see that this shell is protecting what Teri used to be. An eccentric girl, too obsessed with anime than normal, but also naïve to the bad things that people can do. She wants the best for everyone, and wants to be the kind of hero that she idolizes in her shows. She looks up to her elder sister, Michaline, to an almost unhealthy amount, as well. This girl is waiting for one day it to be safe to come out of the shell; the day she’s saved from the torment of today.



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BACKGROUND


♠Relationship Status
Single, although she’s crushing on the Trevor Knight.
♠Family
Malcolm Makota || Father || Deceased || Even if he was an awkward, doting father, and a loving man, Teri learned about his crime the hard way, once abducted by the Thornes. Teri can’t help but hurt when she thinks of her deceased old man, but she still cares for him at least a small amount.
Victoria Makota || Mother || Living || 43 || She’s a mother that all little girls would love to have. Victoria pampered Teri and spoiled her, and even tried to teach her youngest daughter how to sew and make cosplay costumes for the anime characters she watches. Teri hopes to one day see her again, and often visits fond memories of her in her dreams.
Michaline Makota || Elder Sister || Deceased || Mickey was Morgan's twin sister, and was a lot like their mother. She was fifteen when she died. She was Teri’s idol before her untimely end.
Morgan Allistair Makota || Eldest Brother || Living || 19 || Morgan is the current leader of the Talons, after the death of their father, Malcolm. Although now he’s no more than a distant memory, he’s a source of anger in Teri’s heart, because his actions caused the Thorne’s to murder Michaline, and kidnap Teri and Torrin. He’s trying to gain revenge right now, as an angry, broken man.
Torrin Makota || Elder Brother || Living [MIA] || 16 || The only family member that Teri sees on a regular basis, Torrin was kidnapped alongside her that fateful night. He’s forced to work the drug rings, just the way Teri’s forced to prostitute herself. Because of their shared bond of suffering, Teri’s vaguely aware of Torrin’s love and reciprocates in whatever way she can.
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♠Personal History
When she was born, Teri was the baby of her family. Two wonderful caring parents, an older sister to idolize and look up to, and two protective older brothers. Teri was happily accepted into the family, and she thought of herself as the luckiest girl in the world. She was spoiled and doted upon by both parents, and her siblings treated her well, especially Michaline. She grew a strong bond with Torrin as well, as the two twins seemed to be eons ahead of the both of them. Their common link of being below the twins brought them together.

At a young age, Teri became entranced by watching an episode of an anime when accidentally turning on the television. It was Pokémon, and she fell in love with the quirky characters and strange animalesque creatures that only knew how to speak its own name. It was a whole other world than what she had ever experienced, and from Pokémon, Teri drifted into more animes such as Sailor Moon, Digimon, Yu Gi Oh, and many others, even reaching the likes of Steins;Gate and Puella Magi Madoka Magica. She essentially became an otaku, and even asked her mother how to sew, so she could cosplay and act as the characters she fell in love with.

It was around this time, at the age of eight, where decided one day to be a heroine, and chose her father to spy on. This would lead to her catching a glimpse of Trevor Knight, and her young heart instantly fell in love at first sight- just like those romantic comedy animes that Teri watches with rapt attention. Although she never saw him again after that, she never forgot his relaxed, somewhat cocky face, and even worked on emulating various romantic shoujo female leads, in order to become more desirable and feminine.

Disaster would strike soon after, being kidnapped alongside her brother, Torrin, by strange men, and finding out later the fates of her family. Dead father and older sister, as well as all the crimes her own father had committed. That was the first crack in Teri’s fragile heart. The second crack was when they made her meet with an older man, who used her body, and left the money on her fetal crying form after the deed was done. She received a negative rapport, and was put through torture until she agreed to cooperate and be a good girl for her clients, and get more money. She was sold and advertised as Hoppy, to hide a trail in case anyone was looking for her by the name of Teri.

As her spirit waned, she fell into her only solace; anime, and began drawing out and acting as those characters as needed. If not for that, Teri would have broken even faster than she did. As of now, she’s living a desolate life, hardly feeling or anything, just wading through the deep water life gave her, knowing that one day she’ll flounder and drown if someone doesn’t save her soon.




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OTHER

I won't get pregnant!|| Luckily, she's allowed to still be on the pill. She doesn't want to hate a baby for it's father, and the Thorne's probably don't want a pregnant prostitute.
Right to left? Huh?|| She tried out buying and reading manga once, but she had no idea she had to read from right-to-left. So she didn't understand what she was reading, really, and she ended up giving up on trying to read them, going back to her animes.



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So begins...

Teri Makota's Story

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♠ "Welcome to the Red Light District! Oh, and bring the kids. This stuff is definitely kid appropriate. I'm prime example." ♠



These are all things you want a kid to see. Especially girls, you know. If the smell of a strange mixture of cheap and rare, high quality liquor doesn’t convince you, maybe it’s that hot blonde hooker at the corner, bending down and leaning her head into the window of her chosen lucky guy. Maybe it’s those guys, the ones that are looking down on everyone, occasionally clenching a threatening fist. Don’t forget that tattoo on their necks; it’s like a rose with thorns. In case you didn’t know, they’re members of a gang that rules this area. Even if all this doesn’t convince you to bring your darling kids, maybe it’s the sight of that small girl, walking alongside the burliest of the gangsters. She looks to be around thirteen, but has hints of malnourishment on her slightly gaunt cheeks. But, ignore that. Look at her as she smiles radiantly at the man, who mutters something in return. Doesn’t that convince you that this is a great place for kids?

That girl, she’s one of the hookers, by the way. Goes by the name of Hoppy, but no one around here really knows if that’s her real name, or what her real age is. Her specialty is the men who still resent their high school years, and are lost that resentment of loser-dom. She ignites the dormant flare within their lonely hearts, by acting as an innocent middle school girl.

She’s one of the best round these parts.

"Big Guy!"The young girl called, grinning toothily up at the big guy acting as her guard. When he grunted in response, she continued all in one breath, "I always wondered. Why don’t I end up diseased or something? Like get aids, or, I’unno. Hermes? Is it called Hermes?"

Her guard for whenever she asked to go out for fresh air, or for when she had to meet one of her clients is this man. His name is unknown to her, so Teri just prefers to say Big Guy. Because he’s a pretty big guy.

"It’s ‘cause there ain’t a guy out there who’d be willin’ to dirty Tainted Rose’s flock. If y’know what I’m sayin’. And it's Herpes."

Teri nodded knowingly, and continued her mostly absent-minded walk.

"Big Guy’s not bad. Really. Least he answers my questions when I talk to him."

They neared one of the love hotels. Teri's been here so many times, and the people there know not to ask any questions when seeing the collar attached to her neck. It bears the emblem of the Thorne, after all.

"Kay, so, Hoppy," Big Guy started talking about the client. Teri didn’t care all that much to be honest. Anyone willing to pay to stick their thing into a thirteen year old is a twisted, disgusting creature, and Teri’d be happier not knowing about them at all. So she just blocks out Big Guy.

It works until Bug Guy hands her over to this weird looking guy with a nervous frown on his face, and what looks like a failed mullet.



"Kuh. He was oddly gentle. What’s up with that?"

She had already finished gotten dressed immediately after the fact. This john was pretty shy about the whole thing, even blushing when he had to take off his clothing. Which was pretty strange, since it’s supposed to be the girl who blushes and is all embarrassed. But, whatever. The air in the room was awkward as he fumbled with the belt on his jeans.

"Thanks… for today. Hoppy."The man said after clearing his throat. "You… you’re really good. I, uh. How old are you? I know, I shouldn’t ask a lady her age, but you look really young, and yet you’re pretty experienced…"

"Huh. I thought all of them knew my age when buying my time."

She smirked a little to herself, turned away from the man. This would be pretty fun.

"Thirteen. You’re really into this sort of thing, aren’t you?"

The man paled instantly. His sweat started running down in goblets, as Teri turned towards him and sneered. Shirt still unbuttoned, wallet on the silky bed, the man ran out of the hotel as fast as his legs would take him. It was pretty hard not to laugh, but then Teri walked out after him, greeting Big Guy with a demure wave. She took the time to glance at the man’s wallet though. His name’s Patrick Wells. Teri figured that even his name made him sound like a loser.

"Here, extra cash, Big Guy. Oh, and call the boss man. Tell him to pirate some… I’m in the mood for Girls Und Panzer."

Big Guy nodded affirmatively and made the call on his cell phone.

"Maybe I'll ask to see Torrin later. I miss him."

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Character Portrait: Greer Athol Character Portrait: Teri Makota Character Portrait: Hongaro Takizawa Character Portrait: Imogen Tuuri Character Portrait: Elmont Seth Clamedeus Character Portrait: Aodha Barhydt
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♠ "Why hello there sweetheart. You got lost in my part of town did you? Lucky me!" ♠



If there was one thing the leader of the Thornes hated, it was being woken up by his phone. The bright, luminescent light lit up the bedroom as the phone vibrated across the bedside table. Hongaro's eyes opened slowly, a glare fixed on the ceiling. His harem seemed to cringe in unison, nuzzling into the bed or him to try and escape the bright light that threatened to wake them from their dreams. With a groan he rolled onto his side, feeling the hands of several of them women tighten their grip as if to pull him back towards them. A low chuckle left the man as he picked up his phone and succumbed to their hands, allowing himself to flop back onto his back as he answered, "Hello, there better be a damn good reason to be waking me up."

He recognized the voice of the man that answered almost immediately, it was little Hoppy's handler. "Sorry to wake you sir, but Hoppy has a request."

Hongaro raised an eyebrow, "Really? And what may that be?"

"An episode of some Anime called Girls und Panzer..."

"The question is though: Does she deserve it?"

There was a chuckle on the other end of the line, the man must have found his statement amusing for some reason, "She got an entire wallet."

Hongaro grinned, "Well, in that case. Consider it sorted. I'll get Clam on it. And bring Hoppy home, her shift's over."

He disconnected the call and let the phone drop next to his head, too lazy to even throw it onto the bedside table and readied himself to get some more sleep. Inches away from blissful ignorance his eyes snapped open once more to stare at the ceiling of his penthouse. Well... the closest thing to a penthouse that a person can have while living in a gang hideout.

"Shit! Meeting!"

A snapped up into a sitting position before the urgency began to fade, the mewls of protest from his harem attempting to coax him back. "Ugh... they probably don't need me for this. It's just a minor drug deal with a tiny, insignificant gang. They're competent."

But despite that thought Hongaro found himself crawling out of bed, he couldn't be seen as slacking off, that would just be bad leadership. And it would be such a shame since Greer put so much work into the plan, the least he could do was pretend to listen while he ogled her chest. "No... Remember what you've been trying to teach yourself. Listen to what she has to say... that way you don't look like a complete dunce when she asks if the plan is ok."

He pulled on some clothes, looking back towards the myriad of women that decorated the large circular bed. Some of them and simply gone back to sleep, obviously not fussed that the drug lord had left while others sat up, looking at him expectantly. Hongaro found it amusing that they were so brazen in front of him. While so many people kissed his shoes and sucked up to him as if they were best pals, these women didn't need that charade or fear. In their own eyes they were untouchable, in a position of great power and felt entitled to a few perks due to this position at his side. He cocked his head as he assessed them, how many to follow him to the meeting? "Two should do... but now which ones... enee menee, meinee mo.."

"Kitty! Angela! Come on girls, we have a meeting to get to."

Two of the girls slowly untangled themselves from the rest and got to their feet, lithe forms stretching in a last ditch attempt to seduce him back to bed. When that didn't work they pulled on the nearest clothes, not thinking twice to check if it was there and seemingly at ease if they picked something up that was too large or too small. Or even one of Hongaro's shirts. The two women basically hung off his arms as he walked out of his home into the hallway at the top of the hideout. He smiled down at Imogen who had kept her post diligently through the night, "Well hello there. Let's go we have a meeting to attend."

For a gang hideout the Thorne base was surprisingly calm and organized, people rushing about on their various duties, many stopped to bow their heads at Hongaro as he strutted past, the girls by his side winking teasingly at any male that passed them. The meeting room as usual had members crowding around it, trying to get a peep of what was going on inside. One turned and spotted him, quickly tapping the shoulder of the man nearest to him and in seconds the group that had gathered disbanded, walking away nonchalantly as if they had never stood before the door in the first place. Hongaro had the nagging suspicion that it wouldn't take a minute after he entered before they were all back at the door. Upon entering the meeting room it appeared that, once again, he was one of the last to arrive. A quick glance around the room showed him that Aodha grumpy-pants was already present and accounted for, his trademark glare fixated on his features. "Would it kill him to even pretend he's something other than angry?"

On the upside both Greer and Clam were also there, the plan ready to be discussed. He didn't pay anyone much attention as he walked around the table and took his spot at its head, lounging on the seat as Kitty sat on his lap, leaving Angela to stand behind him, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Alright. Let's get this show on the road. Greer, what's the plan?"

Hongaro was determined to listen to every word that left her lips, which was part of the reason he'd decided to bring his girls along, something else to focus on should his gaze lock itself onto her chest. This plan, if executed properly, would result in a massive cash bonus and the leverage to expand their territory further. No room for somebody to mess it up.

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Character Portrait: Greer Athol Character Portrait: Teri Makota Character Portrait: Hongaro Takizawa Character Portrait: Torrin Makota Character Portrait: Elmont Seth Clamedeus Character Portrait: Aodha Barhydt
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♠ "Oh great, this is great! When haven’t I felt sore after a job?" ♠





"Hoppy, time t'get home, y'got that?"

Teri laughed a little, fishing the white beanie from Big Guy's pocket. She sniffed it, and although the scent of her brother's disappeared, it nonetheless reminded her of old times, long ago. With a delighted smile, she placed it onto her messy orange hair. Even four years later, it doesn't fit too bad, although the young girl's thick hair would need another cut soon. Already it feels heavy around her neck.

Oh well.

"Ah, Blondie's done too. What a coincidence."

The night was already over, and the sun was rising up. That blonde hooker from earlier was there, smoking something while leaning against a wall. Teri looked over and grinned, waving to her. Blondie waved back, and mouthed something that looked somewhat akin to "Have a good rest! See you again tomorrow!"

Isn't it strange? This comaderie between prostitutes. They never actually spoke once, but there's still this link. Although it makes for competition, it's as if that doesn't matter, even if one girl's forced into it, and the other needs it for money or something. Teri still doesn't know why Blondie's doing this of her own free will, and although she really really wants to know, she'd be better off not asking. It isn't her business, after all.

"Big Guy! Teri said in a somewhat whiney voice. A thought had just occurred to her, and she felt like talking about it. Big Guy's not very conversational, but at least he listens. Better than nothing, right? And sure enough, he grunted in her direction, so Teri took that as a sign to continue.

"Okay. So. You know like, that, um, whatsit called, like, cult stuff? With aliens and all that? Crop circles too! What if they think that we're crazy, as humans or whatever. Huh? Wouldn't that be funny?"

She had tried to make it sound deep and philosophical, but that sort of flopped on it's face. Teri cursed her brain for making it so so cool in her head. Big Guy just scratched his head, and made her continue on walking, returning deep into Thorne Territory, and their main headquarters, in fact. The farther they got, the more random goons they saw passing by. And, as always, Teri's eyes were peeled in case she could see Torrin returning from whatever the heck his job is.

"It's occult, Hoppy. And if that shit were t'happen, well, screw 'em, I s'pose. They ain't lived how we did, so they can't judge how we do shit."

And with that, he pushed her into the base. Now, Teri's senses were on high alert. Although the girl lost much of her drive, she's still starved for knowledge of the outer world, specifically about the Talons. She doesn't really know what she's hoping for, because if the Talons were going to rescue her; if Morgan were going to rescue her, it'd be done already. It's been four years, so of course she and Torrin have been abandoned. Just as well. They didn't need that stupid big brother's help anyways.

It was a meeting. She saw Boss Man up there, with two of his private whores, looking as if he was trying to focus, but was distracted by something. That grouchy person, Adda or something, Teri could never really catch his name. He was staring down hard at something with his usual angry frown. Teri knew for sue that he'd have a lot of wrinkles around his mouth when he aged. It was hard not to laugh when imagining that. Greer's there, that good looking blonde woman, with whatever she's got schemed ready for telling. Clammy's there too, looking how Clammy always does, really. She waved and grinned at Clammy.

"Clammy's cool. I like him. It'd be cool if he visited my room later."

That was when she glimpsed Torrin, looking incredibly worn out. Sure, they wouldn't be allowed to have a proper conversation, but sending him a peace sign with her fingers, and a reassuring smirk was okay, right? Because that's what she threw at him, hoping it'd make his day.

"Get t'your room now, Teri. I'll let ya know when your show's ready fer you."

Closing her eyes with impatience, Teri nodded, and walked towards her room, when she felt that urge to pee. She just noticed it now, but she really did have to go. With a little shrug, she walked in anyways, and heard the door lock behind her.

"Let's see. Maybe I'll get like an infection from holding in my pee too long. What would Big Boss to if I did that?"

She sat down on the corner of her bed and delved deep into her anime world where Taiga Aisaka drove a tank in a world championship Karuta match against Homura Akemi, with Brock as the referee. She made a small, satisfied smile.

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♠ "Another day, another job and yet another sleepless night." ♠






Clam sat down at the end of the table, preferring to keep to the sidelines. Once the meeting was in process the dull blonde haired man leaned back in his seat to get comfortable, knowing that Greer might drag on her words a little too long.

"Well, this ought to be good." He thought with a bored blink.

Quietly, Clam began to tap his fingers amusingly against the armrest of the chair. As Greer spoke, he raised his eyes and focused on the blonde woman, taking in every word carefully should any pieces of information involve himself.

"Group A? Abandoned building? Exits? Ah, yeah. I‘ve heard this before." Aside from his hacking duties Clam often was another useful source of help for Greer, who would often visit his little sanctuary whenever in need of some supposedly unattainable information, that generally no one other than himself could obtain. He had his uses, many could vouch for that. It was just his company that was less valued in comparison.

Out of the corner of his eye, just, Clam spotted a familiar looking young face. It was Teri, the girl who he’d often obtain anime for. The gloomy-looking hacker managed to stir up a slight smile in response, though his focus soon drifted back onto Greer as the woman continued to go over the plan. "I wonder if Teri is needing more anime, not that she doesn‘t watch enough of that stuff already. Funny how such a thing has became one of my more entertaining jobs as of lately."

At the mentioning of a potential ambush Clam’s attention snapped into focus. Although, his momentarily lapse of anxiety was washed away with the reassurance of him being placed at the base for the operation. "Thank hell for that."

After it seemed that Greer was done with her explanation the man promptly slid out of his seat and hopped onto his feet.

"Well, if that‘s about it then I don‘t really see my services further required at the moment," He said with hidden relief. "I‘ll keep track of the guarding patrols at the exits, as said, as well as you lot. I better get things set up on my end, Greer knows what to do. "

Side-stepping away from his seat Clam passed a few members before stopping close by to Hongaro.

"Say, Hongaro. Any new anime requests from Teri?" He asked merely out of curiosity whilst blatantly ignoring the two woman that surrounded the boss.

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♠ "Any mistake will be unacceptable. This cannot afford to fail." ♠



Aodha shrugged before standing next to Hongaro for the meeting, merely out of habit. Listening to what was said, he huffed at the thought of small, insignificant groups patrolling and waiting to be attacked. He waited until he was able to speak to voice out what he had to say. "How small are we talking about in regards to the patrols? Three? Four? Five? Depending on who and how many the Talons send, we could easily be overwhelmed. Weakness in any form is not a luxury we can afford. There is that, and the windows could provide easy access to skilled foes that rely on stealth and surprise. Leaving such methods of entry open to them is potentially suicide. However, we don't have much time for idle chat, so this plan will have to suffice."

This was typical of the Second in Command. He always had his mind on the loopholes and trying to cover them. His effort put into his vengeance is what drove him to excel. "If they show up and we succeed in defeating them in a battle, we may be able to interrogate one of the surviving foes from that about who this 'Black Cat' is, among other things. Information is required for us to finally beat down the Talons permanently. I personally told the men previously in the room I want at least one Talon taken alive and brought to me just for that purpose. I doubt that would be easy, considering we might run into their elite."

Eyes travelling around the table, he finished with, "Anyone else want to add something?"

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♠ "Righty-oh. So, what‘s on my to-do list tonight?" ♠






"Girls und Panzer, right."

Clam made a mental note of the name of the anime before leaving Hongaro and the rest of the members, who’d no doubt go over the plan a few times before eventually settling on something if Greer got her way. Regardless of the outcome, the hacker knew he’d be needed in some way or form, and already knew his part to play in regards to keeping track of every Thorne members whereabouts throughout the duration of the operation.

Exiting the room and pressing on further down the hallway Clam knew to return to his room to get things prepared for the drug meeting. He knew time was slim at the moment, so any lollygagging was a complete no-no.

"That lot just better not get killed tonight," He quietly muttered under his breath. "I better not screw up either."

"Come to think of it Greer must‘ve been, unsurprisingly, feeling nice since she let me hang back here. I mean, yeah, I still gotta work. But that‘s the name of the game here, right? I ought to thank her at some point, maybe, if nothing goes wrong before she returns." It hadn’t taken Clam long to return to his room and scurry inside without drawing too much attention to himself. Once inside, as usual, he settled himself down on the floor in the middle of the halo of monitors that surrounded him. "I‘ll get things rigged up first for the deal, then I‘ll take care of that show for Teri. Or rather…"

Alone on the cold floor, surround with monitors, wires, empty bottles and more dangerously his own thoughts. Clam quietly pondered on how to prioritize his workload, though as usual without even a moments length of time he promptly opted to go by what he wanted to do first, rather than what he ought to be doing first. "Hey, if one of that lot learns to do my job, then they can judge my work-management." With a single tap of a key the whole room around him came to life, lights flickering as the variously sized monitors lit up around him in a sharp rhythm that only he could hear, metaphorically.

A minute later, Clam began sourcing through some of his predated material for Girls und Panzer, a familiar show that he had pirated before for Teri and knew where to look for the latest installments. Naturally, it didn’t take long. With only a few mere stokes of his keyboard an episode was already downloaded within minutes. Although, seeing as it was for Teri, the hacker always had a sort of soft-spot for the girl and therefore made the extra effort to obtain more than what was asked, as an attempt to cheer the girl up. "I don‘t really get what‘s so great about this sort of stuff, but apparently all the kids are into it according to Teri, supposedly… By heck that kid watches some weird stuff."

Whilst he streamed more episodes, on another monitor, Clam had already established work on formulating lines of tracking on the other Thorne members inside the previous room, as asked by Greer prior to the meeting. Through this method he would be able to know the locations of all the Thorne members during the time of the operation. It was for their safety if nothing else, as Greer tended to plan with everyone’s lives in mind, naturally.

"I think that woman thinks too much. Dare say she‘s obsessive for details, I should know…"

Some minutes later, with the copies of Girls und Panzer in hand, Clam decided to send out a email to one of the other lower members and inform them that the anime for Teri was sorted and ready to be collected. Clam was infamous for his emails, as appose to face-to-face communication. This was partly out of habit, and laziness.

"To whoever…
I got that anime as requested. Send Teri over, or one of you lot.
Clam."


His emails were short and often to the point, if not lacking emotion. And yet despite this, he knew that his emails were always taken seriously. After all, would you ignore a hacker if they emailed you?

While waiting Clam continued his work on retrieving the necessary data that he would need for later on tonight.

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♠ Anime time! Exactly what I needed! ♠




Teri lasted maybe five minutes before she decided she had enough. The urge to pee was excrutiating, and her mind wouldn’t drift to anything else. Heck, moving even a little bit threatened leaks, and she was sweating profusely trying to keep it in longer. Her bladder was fit to burst, and she was way past her limit. So, in desperation, Teri climbed off her bed, and half-waddled over to the door, banging on it with all her might while screaming her brains off.

After what felt like eternity, Big Guy opened the door. He opened his mouth, about to ask just what in hell was happening, when he saw her quivering legs, and face screwed up in concentration.

”Idiot.”
Big Guy muttered, grabbing her by the waist, and lifting her up onto his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes. ”The hell you thought that was a good idea, fuckin’ retard"

She couldn’t answer, and she could barely hear him at all. Big Guy had stood outside the girl’s bathroom, but in the end burst in when he saw that Teri couldn’t even walk anymore. Luckily, they made it just on time, and he tore off her skirt and propped her onto the toilet.

”Sheesh. Aah, I’m never trying that again!”
Teri stretched her arms out after relieving her desperate bladder. She turned to Big Guy, flushed with embarrassment, and thanked him under her breath. He just grunted, as usual. All he does is grunt.

His phone vibrated then; he got the email from Elmont. Teri looked at it curiously and read it.

"To whoever…
I got that anime as requested. Send Teri over, or one of you lot.
Clam."


Teri’s eyes brightened up considerably, and a rare true grin exploded onto her small face. Even Big Guy couldn’t help but chuckle a little at her innocent excitement over something as mindless as anime.

”More importantly, I can see Clam. I’ll ask if he’ll let me go see Torrin.

”Well, let’s get to it. Big Guy said casually, and he led her to the infamous Hacker’s room, while he worked his electronic sorcery. A devious gleam went over Teri’s face as she took the chance to leap onto the gloomy hacker, almost hitting her head into one of his monitors.

”Yes! Clammy, here it is! The disk of ultimate yuri subtext, with awesome tank battles and a lot of moe girls! Yes! This is Heaven! You wanna watch, Clammy? Lot’sa girls for you to look at, y’know! Oh, Clammy, if you didn't know, Yuri is girl on girl stuff. Like, lesbians and all that. It don't really show anything, but there''s hints! Miho and Yukari..."

After almost screaming all of that in one breath, Teri took a deep breath. She then climbed off of the hacker, brushed off her clothes, and then continued.

”Almost forgot! Clammy, after this… can I go see my brother?” She pouted and did her best sad eyes at him, knowing that that stuff would probably throw him off his balance. ”Boss Man doesn’t have to know… right? I just wanna let him know that I’m doing okay, so he won’t worry! Pleeease?”
Her eyes quickly scanned the monitors while she spoke.

”Boss Man isn’t even in right now. Greer, Adda, and bodyguard girl are out too… so there’s no reason for him to refuse…

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♠ "No one should know how corrupted their little sister has become. I need to protect her." ♠



With his work, and at his age, Hongaro had grudgingly given Torrin a bit of freedom in the Thorne base. Torrin needed to get his supply of drugs from various gang members and then needed to be able to leave each evening and return each day with ease. When he was smaller, they had kept him under close guard, much like Teri was now. But while it was normal for a prostitute to have a bodyguard of sorts, even if the guard kept you from killing yourself as from being killed by a john, it was a little strange for a minor drug dealer to have one. It made the buyers, usually regular people, uncomfortable to have a guy leering over their deal. Torrin still had to check in with Hongaro every week and had to check in with the entrance guards every time he exited to entered the base. And, it wasn’t like he had chosen to be a Thorne. He was viewed with suspicion by every real member.

So while Torrin wasn’t free - the threat against his sister was ever present - he was able to sneak around the base somewhat. He had noticed a bit of a gathering in the Thornes’ meeting room and had tried to hang around there. Teri had seen him and given him a quick wave. "Probably trying to reassure me that she’s fine. No kid should have to deal with what she’s got." Even the thought of it made him furious. Torrin had waved back and smiled, but that had gotten the attention of some lackey who had frogmarched him to his room on some sort of power trip. He was probably one of Imogen’s little “security team”. The idiot hadn’t locked the door though, so Torrin was back to prowling.

Unfortunately, there was no way he’d be able to eavesdrop on the meeting. There were too many Thornes around then. He wondered if he could get one of Hongaro’s whores to give him a summary later. They came to him for their drugs when Hongaro wasn’t around to feed them because he wouldn’t ask for any payment from them.

So he was wandering the halls instead when his ears pricked up at Teri’s voice.

”Yes! Clammy, here it is! The disk of ultimate yuri subtext, with awesome tank battles and a lot of moe girls! Yes! This is Heaven! You wanna watch, Clammy? Lot’sa girls for you to look at, y’know! Oh, Clammy, if you didn't know, Yuri is girl on girl stuff. Like, lesbians and all that. It don't really show anything, but there''s hints! Miho and Yukari..."

Torrin sighed heavily. This was not what a 13 year old girl should be learning - especially not from anime! Torrin himself had had to teach her about the birds and the bees so to speak and while he was cool with all sexualities, he wasn’t sure he was the best person to explain positive homosexual encounters. ”Besides, 13 year old girls shouldn’t be asking for lesbian anime from a damn gang member after spending the night with a bunch of johns! " He followed his sisters voice into the Clam’s artificially lit dungeon. She was asking to see him. At least she didn't hate him yet. But if she ever found out how much innocence had been stolen from her, Torrin was sure she would never forgive him for failing to protect her.

"Uh hey. I know you guys are busy right now. I’d be happy to just hang out with Teri for the rest of the day. Keep her out of your hair and everything.” Torrin tried to be nonchalant about it. He didn’t think the hacker had the same way to uncover secrets like Greer, Aodha, or even Hongaro had, but it was best to not seem too eager. "I’ll keep her in my room for the day, make sure she gets some rest. And we’ll watch her anime together. That cool?”

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♠ "Here it begins." ♠






"Wonder how long it‘ll take em‘ to come. Perhaps I--"

Only a single, weak yelp managed to vocalize itself from the cheerless hacker as he felt the full force of Teri being propelled at him suddenly. Admittedly, he was more than use to it by now. And yet every time the girl always managed to catch him off guard, and just as easily nearly head butted one of his precious monitors in the process.

"Teri, you know I’m too busy to watch that sort of stuff," He sheepishly said after the girl got off of him, eventually. "Something‘s going down tonight and I need to be on high alert!"

Things seemed to settle down once Teri took a breath. The hacker actually began to believe that he could relax now without fear of being jump again, however, what Teri asked next almost caused the moody hacker to freeze on the spot with a dumbfounded look slapped across his face. "Ah, crap."

"Your brother? Teri, are you going loopy?" Despite being pleased to see the girl the hacker resorted to supporting his usual lifeless mopping expression, merely out of habit. Of course, to counter this the girl naturally opted to try her luck and use the old ‘sad eyes’ act on the man, knowing full well he had little willpower as it was. "No, no, no, no, no! Don’t even… don’t even give me those eyes! It won’t work! Hell no! I will not fall for that… I won’t! See that…I… won’t…"

He paused for a long silent moment. During which, just then, he caught the girl eyeing up one of his monitors. "Teri, your not suppose to be looking at that sort of stuff. That‘s classified information that you ain‘t to know!" It was pointless to tell the girl off. All in all, Clam actually found this habit of hers to be amusing in some weird way. Her youthful energy always had him spinning, and ultimately causing the poor guy to feel just a little bit older that what he really was. "Hongaro would really kill me if I did such a thing, you know. I kind of like living, and your putting me in a real tight situation…"

Just then Torrin appeared. Raising his cold eyes and staring at the young male with an evident hint of disbelief Clam gave a mere groan in response. "I‘m hell of a popular tonight.”

"You know what? Fine. Take her, watch the anime. Just don‘t make a big deal about it, alright? I don‘t want Hongaro pulling my collar over it, understand? Keep quiet and your heads down. Oh, and don‘t say I‘m never nice to you two." Regardless of his no-nonsense exterior the hacker was quite happy for the duo to spend time together, so long as it was kept out of earshot of other members. Plus, it was two against one and Clam really didn’t feel like bickering with the two youths tonight.

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♠ Big Brother, are you having fun? ♠





Clammy, was usual was fun and easy for her to play around with. She could see, and, relished in seeing the gloomy hacker's will shrink the more she used her sad eyes. On the inside, Teri was pretty happy, and she continued to scan the data on his monitors, wondering exactly what they were plotting. The big wigs of the Thornes were gonna be heading out for some sort of mission, but there was a gang name that she didn't recognize. Some sort of deal, maybe? Were the Talons; was her biggest brother safe, Morgan? He wouldn't be in danger, right? He better not. Even though he gave up on her, Teri didn't want him to, you know, die or anything. Just knowing he was out there, and doing his best, she was fine. She gave a little thought to her mother, and hoped that at least she and Morgan were getting along. And that he still felt guilty for ruining her and Torrin's life.

"No, no, no, no, no! Don’t even… don’t even give me those eyes! It won’t work! Hell no! I will not fall for that… I won’t! See that…I… won’t…"

Big Sis, you're watching, hmm? It'd be nice if one day I could join you, wherever you are. I'm being strong, right, Mickey?


She suddenly thought of that Christine girl, that slut. Willingly working for Big Boss, are you serious? Enemy of everything! Go and die, and for all Teri cared, maybe she'd even grin if that Christine did end up dying. She didn't question why that girl popped up in her head, though.

That was when Clammy clued in on her spying, chastising her. "Teri, your not suppose to be looking at that sort of stuff. That‘s classified information that you ain‘t to know!" She could tell he wasn't serious though, just trying to watch over his own back in case anyone saw them. And that was fine with Teri, she didn't expect anything more or less from the her friend. Just talking to her and being generally kind, and of course, supplying the goods, that was all she ever really needed.

"I want you to never change, Clammy."
Teri said innocently, eyes twinkling deviously. "You're the best the way you are."

Then, almost as if it were a huge coincidence, her big brother (not biggest, biggest is Morgan. Big is Torrin!) walked into Clammy's little mix of a hide-out and room, with an almost exasperated and tired look on his face. The earlier reassurance probably did nothing for him then, Teri figured, since he probably worried about her even more. All he ever did was worry, and, to be honest, Teri was sick of it. Worrying wouldn't save them- so Torrin would be happier just focusing on escaping on his own, and leaving her behind. And if he did do that, Teri'd be happier too, no matter what the Thornes did to her after that. Not as if she'd tell Torrin all that, though- she knew he'd object.

"Uh hey. I know you guys are busy right now. I’d be happy to just hang out with Teri for the rest of the day. Keep her out of your hair and everything."

Teri's eyes brightened up, resisting the urge to do a fist-pump.

"I’ll keep her in my room for the day, make sure she gets some rest. And we’ll watch her anime together. That cool?”

That was the very moment Clammy's will shattered. Teri could almost hear the pieces clatter onto the floor.

"You know what? Fine. Take her, watch the anime. Just don‘t make a big deal about it, alright? I don‘t want Hongaro pulling my collar over it, understand? Keep quiet and your heads down. Oh, and don‘t say I‘m never nice to you two."

"Course we won't tell Big Boss!" She said happily.

So, she gestured for Torrin to follow from a slight distance as she marched to his room- more luxurious than hers, by at least a little bit. The distance made sure none of the other gang members noticed that they were together, because they'd definitely tell the Big Boss, and he'd ruin their lives a little bit more. Her fist clenched; nails marking red into the palm of her hand when she thought of Big Boss.

Nice if he got himself shot in the balls or somethin'.

Once at the room with Torrin, Teri grasped pleadingly at the anime disk, wondering exactly what was bothering him. Probably whatever it was, it had to do with her; it was the norm, after all.

"Big Bro, y'know what?" Teri took a deep breath, still smiling sweetly, but with just the slightest hint of annoyance in her words. "Don't act tough round me anymore, got it? And don' be all surprised none either, course I noticed it! I'm your sis! Just be happy you ain't gotta do what I do, 'n live, I s'pose. Not like you can do anythin' to help me anyways, right?"

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♠ "As long as we’re together, we’ll survive… somehow." ♠



Teri held her anime DVD and smiled at her. "Big Bro, y'know what? Don't act tough round me anymore, got it? And don' be all surprised none either, course I noticed it! I'm your sis! Just be happy you ain't gotta do what I do, 'n live, I s'pose. Not like you can do anythin' to help me anyways, right?"

Torrin almost broke down right then. She was so small and so brave. He knew she was acting, she had probably learned well from her time as a john’s plaything. She had to lie to them all of the time, she had to lie to Hongaro and his henchmen. Hadn’t Torrin become an expert liar himself in the last few years? Ever since he received his first lesson in Hongaro’s charity.

*~*

He had been puking his guts out. Another bad trip, but it was better than leaving his mind open to the memories of his family, whole and happy.

A Thorne, some nobody, came into his room and sputtered. The room was filled with the stench of Torrin’s vomit. "You stupid kid! Mr. Takizawa isn’t going to like this at all.” The man retreated out of the bathroom. "You just wait until the boss sees this.”

"Send that fucker my love.” Torrin managed to choke out, spitting bile into to the toilet.

Hours passed, and Torrin found himself lying huddled on the cold bathroom floor in the low light of evening. No Thornes had bothered him, but Torrin knew that wouldn’t last. Night came and Torrin finally got off the floor. His body ached from lying on the hard tile and his stomach throbbed from the abuse it had taken with his vomiting. His head pounded too, but Torrin wasn’t sure if it was from the last effects of the drug cocktail or from dehydration. He scooped up water from the sink, sucking on it greedily. He had no idea when Hongaro would come to punish him, so he stripped off his soiled clothes and took a quick shower. Then, clean but hungry, he waited on the bed. Soon Hongaro would hear about his failures, his disobedience, and come punish him.

No one came.

When the sun rose Torrin tried to leave his room to scrounge up some food. He figured that perhaps the Thorne mook had forgotten to tell Hongaro about his “adolescent tantrum”. Or perhaps Hongaro had considered Torrin so below his notice that he had ignored it. Torrin didn’t really care which, but when he tried to open his door, he found it locked from the outside.

No one brought him food that day, or the next. There was water from the bathroom sink and shower, but by the second afternoon Torrin was famished. He found the sunlight streaming through his windows (barred, and too thick to break) too strong for him and so had closed the heavy curtains to block out all the light. He lay, curled in a ball in his bed.

That was when he was taken. First he was beaten - fists and even a whip. Then, tied down to a chair and forcibly tattooed. He passed out.

When he awoke he was given a plate of food and Hongaro personally explained everything that had happened with his sister in those few days of Torrin’s torture. In a few moments Torrin went from starved to unable to eat. What Hongaro had done to Teri was unspeakable.

"She has her role to play, and you have yours. I’ve made you my little Thorne now,” Hongaro gestured to the fresh tattoo on Torrin’s arm. "She’ll be safe enough as long as you obey my orders and be a good hostage. Cross me again, and you’ll consider what I’ve done to you here as mercy - I’ll give her even worse.”

As he was taken back to his room, half carried by two guards, Torrin was given the chance to see his sister in her room. She was sitting quietly on her bed, and Torrin wanted to go to her, but the guards dragged him away.

A few weeks ago he might have cried, but now he couldn’t even muster up enough self pity. It was nothing compared to what was happening to his sister down the hall.

*~*

"I’m so sorry Teri.” Torrin choked, he pulled the DVD out of his sister’s hands and held her in a tight hug. "I hate that I can’t protect you, I hate that I can’t save you from this. I hate what has happened to us.”

He never knew how much time he would have with his sister, he didn’t know if they were being watched from some two way mirror, if their rooms were bugged. He could never say what he wanted to say: that he would find a way to save her, somehow, and make Hongaro suffer.

But, he was feeling reckless so he held her close, stroking her hair. "I promise, someday we will be free.” He whispered.

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♠ Big Brother, I really do love you. ♠





Torrin, apologizing in a tearful voice, almost sounding as if he was struggling to talk, gently grasped the anime DVD from Teri's feeble grasp, and before she could protest or put her hands up to defend her frail form, his arms wrapped around her in a desperate emotional embrace. "I hate that I can’t protect you." He said softly, his voice direct against her ear as she could almost feel his lips brushing across against her skin. She shivered involuntarily, breath gone cold. "I hate that I can’t save you from this. I hate what has happened to us.”
After a little pause, Torrin moved his hand to stroke her short, slightly poofy hair, whispering that one day they'd be free.

They wouldn't ever be freed. Teri already accepted that reality a long time ago- at the very least, she'd live and die here as one of the Thorne's sluts until her body grew old and broke down from the daily abuse. It was her fate- struggling and fighting against it wouldn't help anything. If anything, the struggle would just make the whole situation even more painful than it already was- she'd already learned that the hard way when she refused to do anything with her very first John.

Probably her most recurring nightmare, it was most definitely one of the worst traumas she'd faced while here. She could still remember the belt straps digging into her wrists and ankles as she was forced down onto a cross-like structure, spread and vulnerable. The groups of men watching avidly... and while most torture sessions involved harsh beatings and whippings, they didn't want to mark a slut's body. After all scars like that would lower her value. Instead, and this was administered by Big Guy himself, she had needles stabbed into every square inch of her skin, and had them electrocuted until she apologized and agreed to do whatever the Thornes told her to.

It lasted for hours- the electricity and pained twitching for a few days after the actual session was over, there was no way a nine year old girl could resist. She held out as long as she could, at least.

"Please! I... I'm scared!
She had screamed shrilly in front of the John, who'd obviously been told beforehand that this was her first time. And her begging only made him more excited in ways the girl couldn't possibly imagine.

"I... I don't want to... it hurts, please, I'm scared! I can't-"

In the underworld, no one would listen to a girl's begging. Especially not if it were their asses on the line.

She shook her head, not wanting to go deeper into that memory. Better to focus on the here and now, and the here and now was that Big Brother was too close, and touching her. Not anywhere special or anything, but it was still scary, Teri was shuddering and trying to wriggle her way out. But Torrin's brotherly embrace was too strong, and the terrified girl couldn't really do anything to escape from the grasp.

Well, she could still beg. Not that it ever really worked before. Teri put on a hard cold voice of Inner Moka, pretending to release the seal of the Rosario to let out her inner demons. "Let me go now. You're... you're scaring me."

Teri mustered all her strength to push Torrin back, accidentally sending him into the wall with a loud crash. The guard stationed at the door charged in and looked them over suspiciously. Once he ascertained that things were mostly under control he put a hand to his chin and spoke with a sleek and prideful smirk. "Tryin' to put the moves on your sister Torrin? That's not something I've seen before. Teri shivered especially when he gaze went up her body, stopping in strategic spots with dark pleasure.

Before Torrin could react, Teri realized that she had to get the guard out as fast as possible. She didn't want a man's eyes on her, especially not in front of her brother. It made her feel even more lewd and dirty than she usually does. All she wanted was to spend quality time with her Big Brother, something they hardly ever got the chance to do, ever. Hadn't their lives been ruined enough already?

"Sir! Um, we're only about to watch an anime, see... and he tripped. It's nothing so may-you-please-go-now?" She smiled at him, sweetly and pleadingly, and then whispered in hushed tones. "If you want, we could have some private time after my shift tomorrow, sir, so please just go!"

Of course, her attempt to make him go was fruitless and the man just eyed her even more. Teri felt as if she were being violated all over again, and it was only with a simple persistent gaze. "She's a cutie, isn't she, Torrin?"

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♠ "I’ve already failed her." ♠



When Teri pushed him away, telling him to let go of her, Torrin felt like she had torn out his heart. She couldn’t bear to be held by him anymore, and that was Hongaro’s fault. Torrin remembered when Teri was only two or three - a baby still, who would crawl into anyone’s lap for a cuddle. Morgan had even called her kitten and she would pretend to purr in his arms.
"Hongaro has to answer for what he’s done to my sister." Torrin thought. "But Morgan has to answer for it too. How could he just leave us here?" He fell against the wall, then sank to the floor.

"Tryin' to put the moves on your sister Torrin? That's not something I've seen before.” The guard leered at his sister and Torrin saw her shrink away, but her demeanor changed almost instantly. Torrin could scarcely believe what she said. She offered herself to the guard - later - that the siblings could have their time alone now. Again, Torrin wanted to puke. He reminded himself of why he never, ever, went with any of the Thorne girls. Even when they offered. Even when they laughed at him. Even when he wanted it. Because every whore and prostitute was just a grown up Teri to him. None of the girls had a choice in this, and that made Torrin rage all the more.

"She's a cutie, isn't she, Torrin?"

Torrin stood slowly as he took off his suit jacket. He watched the guard ogle his sister in disgust. What kind of human being could do that? He gingerly placed his jacket over Teri’s shoulders, touching her as little as possible. She had tried to save him, stick up for him, and it was only going to get worse. Torrin eyed the guard’s gun, hanging loosely in its holster on his belt. The guy was big, but it wouldn’t take too much to get the gun out and shoot. The man was already distracted by Teri and was practically ignoring Torrin. But, could they escape after Torrin shot him? Could he guarantee that Teri would be free? If they were caught, it was Teri who would be punished. And Torrin knew that Hongaro used that against him every day.

"Just leave us alone man.” Torrin’s voice almost cracked with emotion. "Get your jollies off on one of Hongaro’s girls. He’s out tonight right? That must mean there’s more pussy to go around.” Say anything. That was the defense that Teri and Torrin had. Say anything to stay alive one more day. And if Torrin thought that his death would bring Teri to a better place, to peace, he would have done whatever it took to make it happen. But he couldn’t save her. Not yet.

"Come on Teri, lets watch your show now. You called it ‘Girls and Tanks’ right? I never get these shows you kids watch these days. In my day it was all Power Rangers and Pokemon.” He wondered if the guard had any shame at all. Teri was a kid. A kid who should have been in school, or maybe home sick while her mom made chicken noodle soup. Not fending off lewd men after a night of men paying for access to her body.

He turned his back on the guard, after one more glance at the man’s gun, as he put the dvd in the machine. He hoped that by ignoring the man, pointing out Teri’s child-ness, the guard would get the hint and leave. If not, Torrin was prepared to use the threat of Hongaro. Torrin knew he was a fearsome as a clawless cat, but Hongaro didn’t like his whores to be messed with - it made it tough for them to earn the next night.

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Character Portrait: Greer Athol Character Portrait: Felicity Kingsley Character Portrait: Teri Makota Character Portrait: Hongaro Takizawa Character Portrait: Imogen Tuuri Character Portrait: Torrin Makota
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Aodha Barhydt




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♠ "This is far from over." ♠



Adoha stood by Greer the whole time they went inside the building and when they were inside during the deal procession. He did not say a word since he figured there was nothing to say on his part. The moment the other person at the table was shot was the moment Aodha grabbed Greer and had her take cover with himself and Hongaro. The Second In Command was able to shoot two of the attackers in the head, yet he could not see the others, even with all the shots exchanged in that short moment. Shortly thereafter, two of the men, the ones Aodha handpicked (he had a knack for choosing the more capable and more disciplined among the gang for assignments) drag Morgan up in front of Hongaro. Something did not feel right; the Talons made it seem too easy. Either Morgan was incompetent, or he let himself be captured on purpose. Either way, it was not a good sing at all, in Aodha's book.

His uneasiness was only magnified when he saw Greer being held by Hongaro, which he reacted to by pulling the woman away from the tramp the first chance he got, glaring at Hongaro temporarily before barely hearing a whisper from somewhere."Wait here, Greer." Aodha's voice was a combination of concern and something else... was it jealousy? It could not be, since he could not bring himself to trust people who strongly support a suspect. Then again, Greer was not like the other women in the gang. This was not the time to ponder such feelings, however, as that would leave him vulnerable for the task at hand. "Ben, Cory! Stay here and keep your eyes peeled!" Turning his eyes toward Hongaro, "This is not the time to get cocky, you idiot! Morgan made it look too easy! Letting your guard down now could leave you a dead man!"

With that, he ran in the direction of where he heard the sound, taking a route he knew would lead him in the direction where he thought whoever made the sound would go. He has seen the map multiple times, which was a plus. He finally caught up to the person, and found her about to enter another building. He went in there with her, then shot at the legs, since he was intent on capturing her instead of killing her. If the shots did not hit, they would at least get her attention, at which point he would sprint forward. He was no idiot, however: he knew just blindly going forward would have him killed, even more so since the Black Cat had a Katana. So, while sprinting forward, he would wait until the last moment to duck and roll so to kick from below and try to hit her in the crotch. whether it that hit or not, his next move would be to roll backwards onto his feet and wait for her to make the next move. An upper slash would make him duck again then attempt a punch to the neck. A lower slash would cause him to backflip while trying to kick the katana out of her hand, which, if that would work, he would next proceed with a flurry in which he would confuse her on where he was aiming before he would attempt a hard punch to the gut. Should she try a stab, he would spin to the side while attempting a kick to the back of her head.

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Two men, loyal to Aodha, were eavesdropping on the conversation with that perverted guard giving Teri and Torrin trouble. They were not about to let Aodha's plans to use them as leverage for whatever he had planned (as they did not know exactly) go to waste. So, the first chance they got, the men walked into the room and said to the pervert, "Aodha assigned you a special task for while he and Hongaro are away. We need you to come with us. No excuses."

The guard previously staring at Teri growled before snapping with, "Okay, fine! Damn, can't a guy catch a break?" The town men led the guard outside the base and into an isolated area of town, which made the guard irritated. "So, what is this f****** assignment?"

The shorter, slimmer man replied with, "There is none." Pulling out his pistol, he added, "That was a lie. We cannot permit you to ruin Aodha's plans."

Before the guard could do or say anything, the trigger was pulled. Even if that pervert were to draw his handgun, it would have been too late. After that, the two men among Aodha' secret support left the scene silently before heading off into town. They were not needed for anything in particular, which meant they could walk around town a bit to sell the deception. They kept away from the meeting area for the deal, though.