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Post by Mullet Fish on Mar 31, 2005 7:57:42 GMT -5
Daray groaned and stirred. He rolled onto his back and propped himself against the wall behind him. The dumpster sat in front of him. He looked around groggily and winced as he moved his arm. He rolled up his sleeve to examine it. It wasn't broken, but there was an ugly gash running the length of his forearm. He produced a long bandage from his pocket and began to wrap the wound. He tied it and rolled his sleeve over it. His head ached, but he had no Aspirin. He rose shakily to his feet and steadied himself with the wall. His legs were fine. Dried blood caked his forehead. He put up his hood and made his way to his dugout, where he could address his wounds with more care.
Daray wound through the alleys for over half an hour. He passed his hideout several times, to shake anyone off. He came to a closed down building and carefully slipped in through a window with a broken pane. He walked down some crumbling stairs and through a heavy oak door. He closed it behind him and flicked on the lights.
Daray's hideout was quite messy. A workbench was covered with all sorts of trinkets and tools. A knife here and there, a pair of pliers, a tool sharpener. On the corner sat a reloader, and a pair of old revolvers that he had "modified." Each had three drums which could be popped in much faster than manually reloading. He took off his cloak and threw it over a beat up chair. He rolled up his sleeve and peeled off the dressing which was already soaked with blood. He tossed it into a sink and turned on the hot water. He rinsed his arm , washed it and wrapped it with a fresh bandage. He examined his forehead in a battered mirror and proceeded to wash it. He wrapped it with another bandage in a manner that left both his eyes unobstructed. He examined his cloak next, brushing some dirt off it. He shrugged, put it back on over his sweater and walked to the workbench. He grabbed a pair of wide goggles that were incredibly tinted. He pulled them over his eyes and raised his hood. He examined his blades, paused for a moment, then grabbed a small but wicked looking blade, which he palmed. Within a second it was concealed up his sleeve. Next he pulled out his gun. He rarely had a reason to use it, but carried it with him anyways. He checked the chamber. 6 bullets. He snapped it shut and slid it back into it's shin holster. Daray shut off the lights, shut the door and went to have a little chat with Dmitri, the leader of the Owls. Extra shells clicked against eachother as he let himself out of the building.
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Post by Moo on Mar 31, 2005 22:50:20 GMT -5
Kristy looked back on the scene, rather disgusted at herself for leaving like that. She was on a low rooftop next to the Crow she'd saved. Making sure it wouldn't hit anyone, she dropped a first aid kit next to her and the girl that had come to help. She nodded to herself and went on her way.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Mar 31, 2005 22:54:23 GMT -5
The girl, startled, looked at the first aid kit that was dropped next to her. She wondered who had put it there.
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Post by Whyte Phoenix on Mar 31, 2005 23:32:48 GMT -5
At first Saka thought it was another smoke bomb, but as the first aid kit made it's noisy landing beside herself and the girl. She appeared pretty normal, but the cut on her leg said something else about this girl. Good little school girls dont just wander around at this time of night. . .good little girls don't get messed up in gang fights. Saka concluded her thoughts into one answer to the identity of the girl, she was a fox. She replyed to her question shortly.
"Yeah I'm good. . .what about you? That cut looks pretty deep to me. . ."
Slowly, as she said this, she had taken the first aid kit and opened it, carefully taking out a single roll of bandages. She took off her trench coat, revealing a fresh-looking bullet wound on her arm.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 1, 2005 0:07:16 GMT -5
The girl looked at her, surprised and nodded. "I'm ok." She said. "I've had worse." She looked at Saka's bullet wound. "I'm sorry..."
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Post by Mullet Fish on Apr 1, 2005 15:27:27 GMT -5
Daray made his way across the rooftops swiftly. He leapt from building to building with suprising agility. He passed silently over gang-battles, as well as some unrelated thugs. No one noticed him. He landed on a rooftop, rolled and hid behing another wide chimney. He turned and examined it. There was a large owl spraypainted on it. He was on Owl turf now. He knew Dmitri would be out hunting at this hour. He always had two bodyguards with him. Daray thought a moment about how he might go about chatting with him. Daray decided that he would figure it out when the need arose, and systematically checked the alleys, being sure to keep low.
The sound of heavy blows caught his attention. He stalked towards the edge of a rooftop overlooking the commotion, and lay down behind it, peering cautiously into the alley.
Sure enough, Dmitri stood, flanked by his two bodyguards, landing blow after blow on an unfortunate Cat. Daray shook his head. This would not do. Apparently Dmitri was trying to find out about the Cat hideout. Daray turned and silently checked his weapons. All was in place. He edged along behind the ledge of the roof and quietly dropped down behind a dumpster. He made his way silently to the Owls' backs, until he was only a couple of paces behind them. The Owls paid no attention to him, as they were making sure the Cat didn't escape. Daray took a deep breath and shook his head subtly. A knife appeared in each hand. He didn't know wha to expect, as he generally avoided Owls. He had met Dmitri before. Once, and had performed a small favor that had allowed the Owls to thrive. Daray, however, had taken the chance to study the armor. They thought it was flawless, although Daray had spotted one critical flaw. That had been in the older versions, and he hoped they hadn't noticed it yet.
Daray crouched down and quickly slashed at a barely noticeable joint in each of the body guards' armor, just below the knees. One's left leg gave out as fluid sprayed everywhere, and the other's right leg did the same. They collapsed outward, grunts of suprising escaping all three of their lungs. Dmitri whirled about, but noticed the crouching Daray a moment too late. He darted behind him and in a blink of an eye a knife appeared at his throat. The other two Owls' suits kicked uncontrollably, turning them in circles rather comically. Fluid sprayed everywhere. Dmitri froze.
"Hello Dmitri," said Daray cheerily. "It's been a long time."
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Post by Whyte Phoenix on Apr 8, 2005 2:32:00 GMT -5
Saka continued to carefully wrap up her bullet wound. This was not from the wolves, it was from a cop. Funny, there was a law here in this city that gave officers permission to shoot if they felt the need to, and yet, this cop shot her on sight, so she was caught off guard. There was another wound in her leg, but she wasn't going to tend to it here, in case anybody else from the Wolf clan came into the area. Blood, bodies, and bullets would trigger ANY of the gangs to send out a few spies to check the problem out. A single killing of another member would trigger an entire battle in the city, away or in front of a normal citizen's eyes. Saka turned to the girl beside her.
"Dont worry. . .I'll be ok. . .and besides, its not your fault anyway. . ."
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 9, 2005 8:54:29 GMT -5
She looked at her. "Why do you waste time fighting?" She asked abruptly. "I'm not a fox anymore...I never was meant to be one...but I've always wondered why we have to fight all the time. And kill each other for stupid reasons..."
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Post by Mullet Fish on Apr 9, 2005 15:08:45 GMT -5
Dmitri smiled. "I shall have to get the legs looked at..." he muttered, half to himself. Dmitri was the most athletic of the Owls, although it wasn't saying much. He sometimes ventured out without a suit, an activity no other Owl dared. "Why did your boys try to kill me?" Daray hissed. "It was an accident, we thought you were a Cat." Dmitri replied. "Bullnuts," Daray muttered. "Your boys could count the hairs on the back of my hand from that distance. You can't say they didn't reckognize me." Dmitri sighed. Daray pressed the knife closer to Dmitri's throat. "I'm waiting." Dmitri shrugged. "You're the only one who's ever spent time around the Owls," he said, "We decided to get rid of you." He said it matter-of-factly, as if he were discussing the weather. "Business as usual," he added. Daray shrugged, and released him. Dmitri whirled about, unholstering a high-tech pistol. He pointed it at the spot Daray had occupied, targeting only air. He shook his head, holstered the gun and walked to the fallen Owls.
Daray proceeded to the scene of the fray that had taken place earlier.
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Post by insanity on Apr 9, 2005 17:37:20 GMT -5
The boy's name was Nathan, and he now proceeded to walk down the stairs, towards the other two. His shoes made a light clank on the stairs as he wanted his arrival to be clear. It seemed as though these two weren't all the interested in fighting unless attacked. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he waved to the two, walking towards them. He saw the wound on the girl's arm and winced as he thought of her pain. He had been shot a couple of times before, barely living through it. He sat next to her, asking her, "Are you going to be alright?'
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Post by Whyte Phoenix on Apr 10, 2005 19:50:53 GMT -5
Saka tied the bandage up and then moved her arm a bit, testing the bandage to see if she tied it up right. The bandage didn't fall off. She bit her lip and thought for a moment at the fox's question. "I donno, really. . .never really had time to think about it. . ."
She paused, hearing the distinctive clanking of shoes on the metal staircase. Either this person was very,very foolish, or just didn't want to make them think that he was a spy of some sort. Seeing him wave, Saka raised her uninjured arm in a greeting. She turned to him as he sat down beside her. "Yeah I'll live. . .by the way, I'm Saka and you are. . .?"
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 10, 2005 21:58:09 GMT -5
The girl looked at him as well, but said nothing in greeting. Who was he? Was he another gang member? She didn't want to ask a lot of questions. She didn't want to be around these kinds of things anymore.
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Post by Mullet Fish on Apr 11, 2005 17:48:04 GMT -5
Daray dropped as he saw the new figure join the girls. He crawled steathily to the edge of the roof and peered over. He hadn't seen this person around before. He seemed friendly enough, and the fact that he hadn't lunged for the two's throats signified that he wasn't a member of any gang. He had known there were other mercenaries like himself, but he rarely saw them. Up to this point he had thought he knew all of them. He moved quickly to the ledge above the door which lead to the stairwell the new arrival had come down. He thought a moment about what weapon would be most suited to the task. A fox would be best kept at a distance, and in the open. He didn't know anything about this new arrival so he unholstered his Beretta just for good measure. He checked it one last time, just to be safe. Then, knife in his right hand and revolver in his left, he landed softly on the ground about 30 yards from the group. His revolver pointed towards them. He shook his head. "Okay, I really hate doing this so if you'd just cooperate things will be a lot easier." He pointed at the fox. "Drop the weapons." He said, obviously disliking this rash way of approaching it. "I don't feel like using this thing but I assure you that I know how," he said. "This too," he said, twirling his knife, "So don't you try anything." He jerked his chin towards the girl who was trying to slip away. He tapped his foot impatiently.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 12, 2005 17:15:41 GMT -5
The fox shifted her gaze to the newcomer and realized after a moment he was talking to her. She gripped the large paper bag that held the weapons in her hands. Suddenly, a sperr of rare courage entered the fox and she stood up, the bag still in her arms. "I plan on desposing of these..." She said. "And what do you plan on using them for?" She asked.
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Post by Whyte Phoenix on Apr 12, 2005 18:17:44 GMT -5
Saka made a childish frown at the newcommer, making it pretty clear to anyone that she wasn't in a serious enough mood to put up a fight. She remained seated on the ground, partly because she didn't want him to think that she was a pushover, and partly because she was unable to move very well from her slowly worsening leg wound. She didn't want to reveal any weaknesses to anyone.
"So. . .what are you going to do with us. . .neither the Fox or the Crow gang have done anything to you. . ."
She said this with a hint of agitation; there had been too many strange things tonight to be entertaining anymore. But even with this in Saka's mind, she still kept a rather playful expression on her face.
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