Setting
This area is clearly abandoned, and it appears to have housed some population for some extended period of time. There are well-constructed shacks here, tossed together with sheets of wood and corrugated metal, and they have obviously withstood the ages. There is no sign of any current residents.
The Abandoned Slums
This area is clearly abandoned, and it appears to have housed some population for some extended period of time. There are well-constructed shacks here, tossed together with sheets of wood and corrugated metal, and they have obviously withstood the ages. There is no sign of any current residents.
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The Abandoned Slums is a part of 
Wing City.
1 Places in The Abandoned Slums:
131 Characters Here
Jeanette Flourelle [96]
Toshya Garcielle Marigold [91] An unstable female. Daughter of a once General, all her family is deceased. She is quick to snap and slow to listen properly.
Ivan [89] But I thought I liked this kind of stuff!
Sraxx [85] "I only want what's best for my brothers and sisters. As of now that means killing you. Good-bye, and long live the Matriarch."
Charlie Grenier [63] C-can y-you help me? S-sorry... I shouldn't h-have even asked.
Lyle Hieber [63] "Everything's all chill man, you know, just chill"
Chance Mackintosh [62] "I do what i have to do to survive"
Kathryn Cox [59] She was last seen in 2006 at a college party.
Nespral [49] The Last Spirit Wolf
Luka Baikov [39] An armed society is a polite society.
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:: Her eyes widned. It would have been smart of the girl to take off running, although she was certain that the large irish male would have enjoyed the chase, and would have killed her, or perhaps the young woman or the other one with those uncanny eyes. Either way, Lexia was screwed, and she knew it. It was all the female could do not to start sobbing, her eyes squeezing shut as she stilled herself. "O-o-okay..G-g-get it over wi-ith.." She stuttered out once more, locking a sob within her throat. There was no use for her to fight- she couldn't. Besides, her thigh was throbbing, blood soaking the scarf. She might have hit an artery. ::
Helene Reinhilde laughed while gesturing towards the girl. "That's really not a worthy target, you think my dear? Look at the poor girl, she can hardly keep standing on her own two feet. Besides, my dear Isolde is enjoying the scent of her blood trailing down her leg," Helene said before taking Isolde into her arms and embracing the girl from behind while staring something rather deviant at Kazen. There was an odd relationship between the two women and if left wonder as to what exactly that was...
Kazen Horne began on his way over to Lexia, "Every target is worthy. They all die when I get done with them." Kazen said, "I don't really give a shit, German Delight." The Irishman disregarded the other woman, allowing her time to sneak off and get somewhere safe. "I ain't gonna kill you, love. I'm feeling... you got a boyfriend?" The Irishman asked, the smell of the woman's blood tempting him to reach out and kill her. "Helene, you spoke to me mate yet? He's back from his trip with Ilse and that sexy Empress."
:: Lexia was beyond confused, scared, and bleeding. She was unsure if he was going to kill her, or what not, and went to try and side-step, towards the escaping girl, but ended up stumbling forward and onto her face. The woman let out a soft cry, her eyes slanting shut as her face hit the mud, before she rolled over and poked at her leg, face pale. Too much blood, she was loosing too much blood. A quick shake of her head, dark strands falling around her shoulders, as the woman went to ignoring the group of people who might kill her, and went to work clumsy fingers at the scarf around her thigh, trying to pull it off so she could re bandage the wound."Shit, shit!" The girl cursed out in her soft voice, shoulders quivering. ::
Helene Reinhilde shook her head while releasing the girl, Isolde. "No I haven't but it is still on my list of things to do. I am wondering, without prying that is, how exactly it is best to tell him what all that is about to transpire. No matter, though, eventually Izumi will learn whether he likes it or not," Helene said while eying Kazen rather lustily as she was known to do. "Do clean up after you dispose of her life, my dear. There is trouble stirring and the last thing that we need to do is get the Invictus involved without reasonable cause..." Helene and Isolde then dismissed themselves from the slums as well, poor Isolde could not handele herself around human blood too well just yet. It was safer this way...
Kazen Horne glanced back at Helene. He was pretty sure her voice was getting him all bottled and hot. "Yeah..." The Irishman turned his attention on Lexia again. "You want me to help you, or kill you?" Kazen asked, "It all depends on how you act. I'm trying to do what Allah would want me to do for once." He raised an eyebrow, "What will it be? You're bleeding a lot."
:: She was stunned, he would help her? Dark orbs flickered up, to glance at him, lips parted slightly, a pained breath slipping from them. "H-help p-p-lease?" She stuttered out, before pressing her fingers against the soaked scarf, attempting to wiggle for him despite the pain shooting through her thigh. "I don't know wh-wh-what you do b-but I can h-help.. I've r-ran d-drugs before, and I-i-i can work." She continued, as if what she could do would tempt him more so to help her, pleading brown eyes peeking up at him.::
Kazen Horne raised an eyebrow, "I don't mess with drugs." Anymore. "I'm a mercenary, love. And, I'm sure it'd look bad if I kept hiring women to work for me." The Irishman said with a chuckle, deciding to put his knife away. "We need to get you somewhere at least a little sterile." He said, putting an arm around the woman in order to help her to her feet.
:: She flushed, her cheeks growing hot, the color of them turning a light red as she clenched at his arm, using it to pull her slight weight up, so she could bounce upon her good leg, head nodding. She chewed on her lower lip, almost hesitant to use him as much as she was, eyes darting around, glad he had put the knife away. "I'll prove that it wa-was worth h-helpin me. S-omehow. I s-s-wear." Lexia despised being a 'mooch'.::
Kazen Horne didn't know much about the slums, just that some people used them for shady drug deals and as a home. "You know somewhere around here?" Kazen asked, "And, you ain't got to do that..." Kazen told the woman, "It's worth it." Kazen's soul got a little lighter when he said that. Just a little. He was still an evil motherfucker. He was thinking of taking a little more weight off of it by allowing her to stay with him, or putting her up in a hotel. "What's your name?"
:: Shaking her head, Lexia clenched to him. She felt the slightest of bits safe, despite the fact that he was looking to kill her a few minutes ago, but that didn't matter. One thing you learned, livin on the streets or in the slums, was that the past was the past and people did bad things and you had to ignore it, for the simple chance of surviving. "I-If you say s-so.." She mumbled out, to the 'worth it' comment. Her eyes drooped some, dark spots within about in her vision."M-My name is Lexia, some people call me Lexi. or Lex, I guess.."::
Kazen Horne nodded, his blue eyes finding a shack nearby. It appeared that someone was using it as a home. "Lexia? Pretty name, that is." The Irishman said, guiding the woman towards the shack. With his free hand, he drew the pistol at his waist. "I'm Kazen Nicholas Horne, some people call me Kaz or by me middle name."
:: Her shoulders jerked in a shrug, Lexia was not used to compliments, on anything, and had learned to shrug them off. The girl's lips quirked up slightly at the shack, before she grew still, fear dancing back into her brown orbs at the sight of his gun. ad he helped her just to kill her a few moments later, a sort of delayed torture? The woman's body went somewhat tense, the dark spots getting bigger. "Kaz," she mumbled a repetition of his name. At least, if she died, she knew who had done it.::
Kazen Horne pushed open the makeshift door of the shack, aiming his gun at the people inside. Four men huddle around an old oil lamp. "Ten seconds, then everyone who is still here dies." He said to them, "One... two..." Kazen began counting, the men recognized him. They knew that they had to leave. They grabbed what they could and were soon tripping over themselves to leave. "Alright, I'm going to lay you down on their little bed." Kazen told Lexia once the men were out.
:: Lexia was uncertain if she made a noise or not, so busy was she on looking at the odd dimensions of the dots that had her head swaying to and fro. She was less than an inch away from passing out, and seemed almost as if she was back in the grips of some odd sort of drug, a soft, girlish giggle falling from her lips as she slumped backwards, lethargy making it almost impossible to move her limbs.::
Kazen Horne slipped his gun away quickly, laying Lexia down gently on a mat used by one of the men. Kazen wasn't a healer, he was a fighter. He didn't have any special abilities that he could use. He did have experience stitching though, and a habit of keeping the things he needed for doing so. "Alright..." Kazen slipped his gloves off and took a seat next to the woman. Fishing out each of the things he needed. Needle, stitches, alcohol, no bandages... no bandages. "Shit..."
:: Another sound slipped from her, eyes darting to stare at the man, the man? Who was it? The woman's eyebrows knitted together, slanted down towards her nose, lips parted as sge struggled a moment, before finally realizing who it was. "Who-Kaz!" she muttered, loudly, before her head rolled back, eyes slanting shut and she passed out, entire form limp.::
Kazen Horne cracked his neck, he knew how to do this. He was going to be fast... which meant this would be a little painful. Maybe if she was passed out it would help. Oh, she was. "Sedatives? Check." The Irishman said with a laugh, wanting to take it upon himself to lap up the blood around the woman's wound. But, that would only serve to make him seem like a perv. He threaded the needle he would use carefully, he tore a piece of his shirt, using it to clean up the wound as best he could. "Okay..." He muttered, grabbing the alcohol and slowly pouring it on the wound. "This might sting..."
:: To say she woke up was a slight underxageration. The woman came up from the makeshift bed with a high pitched scream of pain, her eyes pressing tightly closed, tears leaking out from beneath them rapidly as her chest heaved in soft sobs. A moment, two, later and she was back to being passed out, as if that scream had taken all that she had inside of her and verbalized it for the poor man to listen too.::
Kazen Horne quickly went to work on stitching the wound. It had been awhile, but he still remembered how to go about it. "If she can hit notes like that I might as well start a record company." Kazen joked, trying to lighten the situation for himself. He didn't need to do it for Lexi, she was passed out. He was working fast, but the sight of more blood pooling up in the wound caused him to work a little faster. A lot faster. "If you can hear me, uh..." What did people do to help with things like this, "Tell me what your favorite food is."
:: If Lexia had been awake she would have laughed at him, snorted, and snickered. As it was, she was passed out, going through intense agony, and hearing odd muted words coming from all around her, words that she wanted to mock to, but she couldn't seem to open her mouth, or even find her mouth..How odd. Darkness was surrounding the woman, her lips parted for a moment, eyes trying to drag up. Food? What was it about food? She wanted some, her stomach was hallow- why couldn' she open her eyes? The woman's face, passed out as she was, reflected confusion, fear, and pain. ::
Kazen Horne cleared his throat, some blood getting through as he closed the wound for the woman. "Shit..." Kazen grabbed the piece of his shirt he used earlier and wiped the stitched up wound clean. He then pulled his knife from his coat and cut the thread free from the needle. "That should hold..." He said, "Might need some bandages though. Don't need that getting infected..."
:: Lexia, still fighting with that damned blackness, managed to mumble something out, a word, a phrase, a plea. She was saying thigns, rambles, bits of words pushed together, but didn't know it, couldn't seem to control the flow of her own voice, soft, tired, filled with hurt. IT was as if she was a child, instead of an almost twenty one year old. ::
Kazen Horne knew he would have to ruin his shirt a little more. He sighed quietly and then tore away another piece, now exposing a significant portion of the armor he wore beneath it. He wrapped it around Lexia's leg, using it to cover her wound for now. "Being nice ruins good clothes..." He said, slipping his gloves back on rather quickly.
:: Lexia half grunted, her eyelashes fluttering until she could peek out, see a slight sliver of the shack, and of course, the male in his armour. At least he had clothing, unlike Lexia, who wore a pair of (now ruined) leggings, shorts over the top, and a swiss-cheese shirt with another one beneath it. The girl's head jerked backwards, some, her stomach heaving as she shuddered. ::