Vigilantes and Gangs » Places

         Hyde started on the defense, not much liking to be looked down on, especially from a kid. She supposed she had just come from a trashcan, but she still took offense to it being pointed out. But, her defense faded quickly to a childish pout at his "I just might be.' Just her luck. Though, to be completely honest, her morals weren't exactly very high to begin with anyway. Maybe she should just stick it out, see where it goes? Maybe.

Hyde sighed from her internal conflict, hooking her thumbs into her belt loops idly, "Aye, what I do in my free time is my--" She paused as he started to move away, ever so slowly. Hyde's whole body tensed in reflex, everything tightly coiled and ready to launch herself on him if he bolted. The kid looked mighty suspicious right now, really, and she didn't need the cops on her tail if he was a snitch too. Her hand moved toward her bat, but only rested on the top of the blood-slicked surface, ready but not yet bashin'. Not just yet.

"Oi, oi..." She said quietly, "Where'ya think you're going, kid? Weren't we having a lovely chat?" Hyde's voice was light, but her gaze held pure seriousness.

He was only a tad taller than herself, but it was enough for her to have to raise her face to look at him. Blonde had never been her preference anyway, so it wouldn't be too much of a lose if Hyde had to 'Take care of things.', but still a bit of a bummer. He wasn't bad looking and she wasn't sure she felt up to finding someone else.

         Tina walked down the forsaken street, knife in her secret pocket in her mini skirt. She would have to find a man who tried to pick her up, so she could go to the motel prostitutes go to, and beat up and/or kill the person if they were part of a gang. She was in a short skirt and camisole, the black mini skirt revealing her tanned legs. and the white cami's right strap slightly down her shoulder as she waited, leaning against the hard brick wall.

         Panda sat at the hangout, she had done another nice kill. So far, the police didn't care, but she made sure to always be careful.

The hangout was located at a closed-down orphanage on the outskirts of the town, near an old, abandoned baseball field. The orphanage had been abandoned a long time ago, and it was so old that no one bothered to buy it. It had beds, couches, chairs, and other things a gang might need. Of course, Bloody Force made a few adjustments to the old building, like adding a place to store drugs and money.

         Hyde had been up all night digging through piles of junk. God, how stupid she felt doing this. It was humiliating work, and she was glad no one from the gang was around to see her. She was up to her knees in trash, covered in muck and grime, and was wading through it, searching for god-knows-what. It had been a favor, a severally regretted one with a very vague description of what she would be looking for.

"Small... Metal... Has carvings..." Hyde muttered to herself. She had to hurry up before the Junkyard's Attendant came 'round and saw her. He didn't take kindly to people messing up his piles, of which she is a repeat offender of, and she had made the whole place a wreck this time.

Then suddenly, she saw it. It was so small, it was no wonder she hadn't seen it sooner. Really the only reason she did see it was because the sun had started to rise, reflecting light off the shined surface. It had to be it. It was the only thing that fit the description. So she snatched it up and waded her way free of the trash until her feet hit solid ground.

She looked like she had been sleeping in the park. Her clothing was ruined and her hair was tangled with muck, along with gaining a few extra cuts from jagged scrap, but at least she had found the weird little trinket. As soon as she gets back to the city center, someone was going to get a serious bludgeoning with her bat for making her do this. They might get their trinket back, but they weren't going to by able to walk straight.

With that thought in mind, her hopped the fence and started to make her way back, covered in trash and a small, sinister smile on her lips.

         Lil' Tina woke up and looked around her apartment. She was currently staying in an abandoned apartment, which she had cleaned up somewhat. She had a sleeping bag by the door, so that anyone who wanted to steal would have to go through her. Tina could put up one fight. After she stood up and stretched, she put on her tank top, baseball and ripped shorts, hoping she could kill a few people today.

Grabbing her knife from the table near her sleeping bag, she looked at her reflection in the mirror above. Tina Golden was gone. Only Lil' Tina was left. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get the old her back. But that was OK. She just needed to try harder to kill the gangs, right? Then she'd have a happy ending... Right?

Tina shook the thoughts out her mind and walked outside.