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 Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 1:12 pm
The year is 2139, the world has advanced greatly since the beginning of the 21st century. Technology has become more complex, more efficient. But whilst the worlds scientific abilities have been advancing, so too, have the number of gangs populating the earth.
In Los Angeles, one of America's oldest cities now, the streets are ripe with crime. It has the highest murder, robbery and rape percentages, but the lowest arrest rate. The Cities crime is beginning to expand onto other cities and towns, and the Government has grown restless.
Police and army troops were sent in, in an attempt to regain control, but street-riots drove them back. Now gangs rule the city, criminals and thugs warding away police and any Government officials.
In a final attempt to handle the problem, the American Goverment went to drastic measures. Every woman and child found in the city in frequent searches, is taken out and forcefully relocated. Logically this should mean that eventually the adult males in the city will slowly decrease in numbers until police can control the city once more.
But this hasn't worked. The gangs have simply become more powerful. Food and other supplies are skillfully stolen from passing vehicles and swapped for other goods inside Los Angeles. The few women left in the city have been driven to either hiding from sexually starved men, or forced to become stronger and able to keep males away.
To handle the growing sexual levels, the streets are ripe with male prostitutes. Some purposefully making themselves look female to please customers. Because the city is full of so many hookers that keep secrets, many men and women from neighoring cities come to use their services.
Which means the men can easily gain evidence of the lewd acts and blackmail people into giving them goods.
Technology has grown in ways different to the rest of America. With troops surrounding the city, shooting any escapees at will, the inhabitants cannot look at new technology.
Instead they must rely on the growing community of engineers, scientists and vehicle experts to keep the city supplied with vehicles and medicine.
Some gangs work together, and some are enemies. To share messages, "Runners" are used. These fit and healthy people guard the message with their lives, running to point B as fast as they can via any route possible.
Hitmen too, are a growing nuisence to some. Gang leaders hire them to take out opposition.
The biggest gang is the White Scorpions. Their leader, Yu, an arrogant Japanese man, is highly intelligent and very manipulative. None have reported besting him in a fight. Though those that can get through security are taken "round back" for the fight.
Life is grim in the city, and it's getting hard.
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In this roleplay, you can play a inhabitant of the city, a police trooper or a member of the Army. Feel free to simply post, no character profiles needed.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 11:00 pm
((Huh, this is interesting. I'll post, to try and get something started. Hopefully, something will.))
In the dim light of a room, a young woman sat up, gray eyes glimmering in pain at the action. She wore no shirt; instead, there were bandages wrapped around her chest. Not to bind, but to recover from the wounds on her back.
She stood up quietly, biting her lip as she did so, and walked over to the worn out dresser opposite of her bed. Opening one of the drawers, she pulled out her outfit and set them on top before closing them again. After making sure that not one article of clothing was missing, she reached around back (wincing all the while) and began unwrapping the bandage. She unwound it from her body, allowing it to drop the moment it loosened from her body.
She slipped from the sweatpants she had put on haphazardly the night before in her haste to rest and began pulling on her clothing. She hissed as she pulled on her tube top, and bit back tears as she pulled on her suspenders. Once everything was on, she looked to the side, at her reflection in the dusty, broken mirror. She glared and pulled a gauze over her left eye.
She picked up a flat board, indistinguishable from a snowboard other than the small rockets attached to the tail of the board, and made her way to the window. Sliding it open, she perched herself on the sill of the window, enjoying the breeze that passed her by... and jumped.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 2:17 am
(OOC: The stalking was not done on purpose this time I swear! XD I was just looking for a roleplay and well... it was there?)
The screen was edged in static and the sound was fuzzy at best yet it was one of her most treasured possessions. With this seeming piece of junk she could look into the past and see the L.A of old. The smiling faces were as alien to her as her existence would have been to them. Making a disgusted noise at her flight of fancy, she clicked the button on the front, turning the screen off. What sort of idiot as she being, dreaming about a cushioned past when she should have been focusing on where to get her next meal.
Turning to the cracked mirror hanging on her wall, she checked that the bandages under her clothes were still in place. She was small chested normally, some small blessing, so it was easy to pass for a guy. Grinning she ran a hand through her short black hair, hazel eyes showing that she was far from broken. "Shawn" had been running the streets all his life and he still survived. No one knew his secret, not that had survived to tell about it anyway.
She wasn't going to end up like other women, beaten and bloodied into submission for whichever man thought her appealing. Not so long as she was alive anyway. Rubbing the hidden sheath that ran along her spine for reassurance Shawn headed outside. It was time to get back into the rush of things, find that next meal, see if there was any news.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 5:43 am
"Yeah... I got it." He sighed, shifting his weight onto one leg as he stared out through the dusty window. "Alright, shut it will ya?"
The transporter hung up, immediately regretting doing so. Tom would be pissed, most likely yell and throw things, like the primitive creature he really was. But he was hardly intimidating, with a gut that hung far over his belt, it wasn't like he'd want to waste all that energy to stand up and hit his "employee's".
Ed sighed gently and grabbed the dusty brown jacket he was so fond of, slipping it on over the tight black tank-top. "Another day, another package..." He grumbled to himself, reaching into the drawer to retrieve his gun. It was quite the antique now, like the weapons they used in those action films, back in the early 21st.
It would sell for a lot too. But Ed was to attached to the firearm to simply swap it, no matter what for. It fitted comfortably in his palm, fingers curled loosely around it.
Ed slipped the gun deep into his jeans pocket before flicking messy-brown hair from his eyes. He walked out of the cluttered room and down the apartment buildings steps, into the busy street.
Trust Tom to choose one of those streets completely full of damned prostitutes. Ed scowled as he made his way there, passing all manor of menacing looking people. Vehicles roared past on stolen fuel, loud and young drivers whooping and hollaring at men on the streets. Some passengers even acted out lewd movements, thrusting and licking into the air. The air that always reeked of burning things and alchohol.
The Transporter leaned his back against the corner of the street, ignoring curious and interested stares he was getting from hookers. Some men whispering to partners, friends.
"Oh, didn't know you liked these sorts of guys Ed." A voice purred from behind. The brunette turned on his heel, instinctively reaching for his weapon only to realise it was just Ko, an asscosiate of his whom insisted that they were "friends". It was useful having the asian prostitute around though, he had access to a whole manner of information, being one of the best-known hookers on the streets in LA.
"Go do your job, Barbie." Ed grumbled, crossing his arms and sighing with irritation, green eyes hidden behind closed eyelids. He used the nickname partly because of Ko's long, fake, blonde hair and girly looks. Though he also used it because it annoyed the crap out of the prostitute.
Though Ed's eyes were shut, he could imagine the childish pout on the prostitutes painted lips, eyes narrowed slightly. He heard the soft clacking of high heels as the effeminately dressed man walked away, no doubt to complain to a "co-worker".
"Oi."
A different voice this time.
"Package for uh... Tom Chain."
Ed opened his eyes. Ah yes, the runner. He took the offered package from the man with a nod of the head. A silent thanks.
The runner grinned, shrugging his toned muscles. He was african-american, black hair scraped from the face in a tight ponytail, making the brown eyes more noticable. He wore tight clothing, biker shorts and an athletes shirt. Well-worn trainers at his feet.
"Oh yeah..." Ed reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small piece of paper, "Tom wants this to go straight to Yu." He murmured, the runner nodded with understanding, slipping the paper into his pocket.
"Got it." He said, stretching his muscles slightly, "Remember, you ever need a package delivery, ask for me. Oh, I'm Jae, by the way." The man laughed, before raising a hand in goodbye. He turned on his heel and practically galloped across the street and into an alley, to deliver his next package.
The transporter sighed, looking about before shrugging and starting off down the street. "I love my job, I love my job." He repeated to himself, under his breath, a scowl on his face.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 2:35 pm
((EDITTED. Her name was changed. =3))
Cloche allowed herself to free fall for a while; after all, the old, run down hotel room that she took refuge in was quite a few stories up. She smiled as she fell, feeling the wind that rushed passed her as her body worked with gravity.
But, all good things had to end, so she gripped her hoverboard (given to her by a friend who was able to smuggle it in when the authorities surrounding the city weren't looking) and flipped over, pushing it under her feet. With a stomp, the board was brought to life and she moved forward with a silent burst.
Her visible gray eye swept over the dark and, for the lack of a better word, gloomy city, scanning the roads. Groups of men lurked around every corner from where she could see, and there were probably even more behind the windows that she passed by.
BANG!
Her eyes widened at the sound, and even more so when something shot about a foot from her ear, shattering the window behind her. Maneuvering quickly to see through her left blind spot, she spotted the attacker quickly. He was on the opposite roof, and, by the looks of his strange swaying and inability to stand straight, was heavily drunk.
Gritting her teeth, she moved to evade him, having no time to grasp the gun hanging in her belt. Another gunshot rang out, and it grazed her shoulder, making it sting. Her hand shot out to grasp it tightly.
"b*****d!" she shouted, angry now as she continued flying, long black hair whipping behind her.
It wasn't the best thing to say, seeing as how she was still high in the air opposing a guy with a gun. And, of course, fate just had to be a b***h.
Then again, she almost always was.
A third shot rang out, and, to Cloche's horror, struck the tail end of her hoverboard. In moments, she was sent into a flurry of jerking movements by the broken transportation before beginning the decent down.
'Well, this isn't going to end nicely...' she thought.
With one last motion, the hoverboard flung her off, sending her flying. She hit the concrete with a bounce before skidding along the sidewalk like some sort of life-sized ragdoll. When she finally rolled to a stop, she was breathing heavily, tears pricking the edges of her eyes as her older wounds opened up again. She blinked a few times, her vision hazy. She knew, to some extent, that she was in one of the slum districts (though what part wasn't the slums?), though this seemed to be one of the most dangerous areas for a female.
A street filled with prostitutes and their "clients".
She groaned. "Fate, you b***h."
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 3:41 am
(Since she's masquerading as a boy I'm just going to use male pronouns for now or at least until/if her secret is ever discovered)
'That was some show.' Shawn thought, head craned up to look at the action that was taking place partially in the blue aether above the streets. It was by far the most interesting sight he or anyone had seen in quite some time despite the constant violence that seemed to reign supreme on the streets.
It certainly wasn't every day you saw someone come flying out of the sky like that anyway. Shawn would have find it amusing almost, if it wasn't for the fact that it was obvious the girl was injured in some way. Also the predatory looks on some of their faces was enough to make his stomach churn with nausea. It was exactly that reason that he was disguised as a guy in the first place. Currently things didn't seem to be looking to bright for that strange girl.
Rashly he reached a decision. Helping that stranger would be better than just standing around doing nothing after all. Besides there seemed to be no interesting news just yet so it wasn't like there was any work to do. Slipping through the street easily thanks to his slender frame he looked down at the injured girl, forcing his face to harden. "Get up." He ordered gruffly, the husky male tone second nature. How it sounded naturally was anyone's guess as even its owner didn't remember anymore.
Roughly he grabbed the downed girls arm, ready to make a show of hauling her to her feet. Face harsh, only the look in hazel eyes was there any indication that this was really a friend not a foe, but if it seemed anything other than unwilling to the others, it was likely they'd both bite the dust. It was risky as it was. Shawn looked young and wasn't the biggest thug around so anyone could have tried to overpower them if he'd wanted to try it. All they had was an off chance that they'd be able to pull this off and that was only if the strange girl cooperated.
He'd curse himself out later in public for doing something so stupid, risking life and limb for some stranger. At the same time, there was no way the undercover girl could leave another female at there for the men to get and have their way with. It was the nightmare of every woman including Shawn after all. Just hopefully this rash act of kindness wouldn't make things worse.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 1:59 pm
The moment Cloche felt a hand on her arm, panic flooded her system. She twisted around, trying to break free of the strong grip.
"Let me--" she stopped short, staring at face of the man who had pulled her up. She blinked slightly, her instincts telling her to go along. She glanced out of the corner of her right eye (as the left was covered), conscious of the many males that stared at her like she was a piece of meat. "...Let's go."
It was quiet, but she spoke firmly none-the-less. She was all for leaving the area and, with her hoverboard in disrepair, had no way out other than to try and leave as calmly as possible. After all, with her large entrance, most everyone was staring, and causing a scene would only spark something... something that she was sure to not enjoy.
From where she stood beside him, Cloche analyzed her companion with sharp, gray eyes. She looked at his slight feminine face, noted that he was smaller than most of the men around, and that it was strangely odd for a male of any sort to help anyone, much less a woman, in this city.
But, at least for now, she'd keep quiet about her mental notes. She just wanted to get away from that street.
((Edit: Ick, it's short...DX Curse the writer's block!))
((EDIT EDIT: Since there are more females than males, I might add in a male character later... If that's alright with everyone.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 7:25 pm
She kept to herself tinkering most nights. Stealing what she could, she had set herself apart from the rest. She had come acrossed a small warehouse she now called home. She was not proud about how she had come to own such goods but it did not mean she enjoyed them any less.
The warehouse was often kept in clutter of metals, circuit boards, wires and engine bits. In the depths of this coveted sanctuarty came a flicker and a flash. The smell of solder drifted through the air.
She prefured the old ways, she always had, she thought to herself as she worked. Welding helmet covoring her shoulder length crimson hair she was busy as usual. She wasn't casting bullets, repairing old weponry, or fixing todays new techonology. No today she was tinkering. She had gatherd two old rail ties, a bit of some new hyper communication scanner, and a bit of scrap metal and was making herself something to lsiten in to the outsiders.
She shut down and looked over the hot red metal and pulled the helmet from her head. Whiping the sweat, grease, and bits from her forehead she sighed. A moment later she was half pleased with what she'd done so far. She flicked a button and it began to flicker in and out fo static and screatching noises. She could almost hear words drifting out of this new bit she'd created. Almost was the keyword here.
"Failed again" She cursed. She pushed it aside with her other failed attempts. It began to grow louder and a few words driften clearly out. "Got it tomarrow we..." It driften back into static and she flicked the switch again. Stepping away, not willing to work further on it today, she moved past this room and looked over a dim screen flickering in the next. Nothing of importance to her was happening here. Sometimes she regretting having buried herself below the city within this subterranean abode at times.
Moving on she made her way to the third and smallest room. Slipping out of her clothes she sat with a wet rag and jug and washed over herself. She leaned over the jug full of cold water and let it wash over her hair. Opening her emerald eyes and pulled her hair back in a tight bun. Only few new of her services and few payed. Those who did, did not pay well. Her stomach growled hungrily and she moved over to collapse upon an old matress.
She rolled over and stared at the ceiling. A dim light floating overhead flickerd. Closing her eyes a moment she wanted to drift away, course she was not so lucky. A buzzing came from an old wrist watch she'd received as payment. "That time again is it?"
She stood slowly and searched through a stack clothes. She wrapped her chest and wrists and slipped on a black tanktop and dusted off black hooded jacket slippig it on over. She slipped on some hybric of plastic and leather pants and a pair of steel toed boots. Slipping on her usual accesories she moved out of the main door and secured it before making her way up a broken down escelator(sp). She headed out of the ally and toward the street. She meant to find herself some work, hoping not to have to return to walking the streets. She found herself walking toward the worst part of town
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 2:02 am
(I had hoped others might join so I've put off posting but... gee it's been a while. XD Guess I'll go ahead and bang out something anyway. And hey, there's nothing wrong with shorter posts sometimes. Quality over quantity you know. ^_~)
For a moment there Shawn had been afraid that the other would cause a fuss and ruin everything. If she had surely some man would have stepped in with some noble line about how the woman obviously didn't want to come with him. Not that they wouldn't hesitate to drag her off themselves which was entirely hypocritical but it was how the world now worked.
Relief flooded through hazel eyes when no fight was issued. "Right."
Leading the way through the crowded streets at a pace that was as fast as Shawn dared go, running would have just set everyone after them like they were some kind of animal after all, attracted to their prey by any indication of fear or weaker emotion.
For once, it was a good thing that she lived so close to the scummiest part of the city as it would very likely save their lives, if not much more. Darting around a corner onto a deserted side street Shawn started to run, pretty sure that the other would be able to keep time. There was surely at least a few people who would be following after them so the more distance they could cover the better.
It would be just as bad if they managed to lead them to his house, then the secret that had been kept for so many years would be blown wide open. Since everyone thought she was a boy, if they found out that she'd tricked them for so long they'd probably use her in the crudest of ways and then rather blandly get rid of her once she was no longer amusing. Shawn would give anything to keep that from happen and she did mean anything.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 3:04 pm
The moment "he" began running, Cloche kept her pace with him, following closely. She winced slightly as her wounds began to bleed freely, but pushed it to the back of her mind as she heard footsteps, other than her and her new companion, following.
She cursed in her mind and, glancing at the one running beside her, began to think. She couldn't simply allow "him" to take her back to his home (no doubt "he" was known by a few people and they would come to... investigate later). She grit her teeth together.
"This way," she stated, grabbing "his" arm and turned down another road. She kept running. Keeping her voice low so it wouldn't echo down the emptier streets, she continued speaking, "There's an old hotel up ahead. I stay there since nobody dares go around it..." She began panting, her vision starting to be overtaken by tiny black dots. She was losing blood, and fast.
Regardless, she continued on. "I live on one of the upper floors, and the elevators are supposedly broken, so nobody would take the time to run up all those steps to search blindly through hundreds of rooms." She didn't look back as she turned another corner, listening for the following footsteps. "...But don't worry... I can... get the elevator... to work..."
She gasped lightly, and her sprint slowed to a jog. Let's just hope we make it there before I pass out...
((I was hoping others would join, too... But, if this is the way it's gonna be, I'm gonna add the guy in later. That's the whole reason I thought up this hotel thing. o_O;; But, eh, if the roleplay dies, then it dies. Shame, though. It was a great idea...))
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:35 pm
((Trying to bring people in here. Really love the idea, though I must say I haven't roleplayed in awhile.))
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 3:40 pm
I add this here...
Help Catasis... ((Well, so long as the guild is in the state it's at in the moment of writing this I've quit, and, in accompaniment to that, defected from the roleplay. Sorry about this. I just wish I could've seen what would've happened if it had progressed...
I may return when things blow over.)) ...because my sig is full.
...get her GO Phones! 16k/27k
Donations are loved.
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