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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Jul 3, 2008 16:11:45 GMT -5
((Reserved for Neo) Daylight's rays were finally beginning to penetrate the hearts of the Westopolian people again. Peace was finally being restored, and people were finally beginning to feel they could breath again now that they no longer had to worry about another bomb or threat from the infamous Skycorps.
However, one mobian in particular, who knew the delusion of the Skycorp's officials up close and personal, wasn't feeling the warmth of the late afternoon rays. At least, not as everybody else seemed to be. The pretty hedgecat's golden blond hair gleamed in the light, and a dull shine reflected off her cut-off, zip up halter benieth her favorite white jacket. Her tropical blue orbs were narrowed in irritation as she hauled along with her a bag of grosherys down the side walk.
So much for her freedoms.
Jenny dreaded returning to that old, abandoned warehouse, where Kraden's gang was still hiding out. And she dreaded seeing their faces. One of them was young and annoying, one was too quiet, one was jealous, and the other was just plain freaky. But it was because of the black hedgehog, Kraden, that she put up with them, AND their dangerous, pitiful lifestyle. Usually Jenny grew bored with things and people very quickly and straight up left, abandoning them. And she'd restlessly roamed the world. But here she was now, shackled and held back by her overwhelming emotions for a gang leader of all people. It was disgusting.
She threw the bag roughly down on the steps of the train station, then sunk down beside it, elbows on her knees and her forehead rested on her palm. She needed to get out of here, she needed at least one night of unrestricted, wild freedom.
Freedom...
That was what she lived for. Stupid Kraden. Stupid Skycorps. Stupid life... |
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Post by neoboy767 on Jul 4, 2008 22:30:52 GMT -5
...Stupid rich guy! The nickel hedgecat thought as he slowed down a bit. He had just recently escaped a few of the police who were on foot. He always did. The only problem he ever had was with their d*mn cars. Or at least the cars that could handle well while going about a hundred miles per hour. He hated those things.
The grey hedgecat began to walk nonchalantly around the block, trying not to attract attention, which, admittedly, was rather hard. It wasn't actually hard...more like freakin' impossible, with how every minute he said one word after drinking from a bottle of water. Only one word. It wasn't even a word, really. "Nyeh."
Call the cops on me, will he? Well, he deserved what he got...and that's some really bad credit. A smirk crossed the hedgecat's lips as he studied the wallet he had just acquired. The wallet itself seemed rather expensive, as it was made out of the skin of an eel. Heh. What irony. He chuckled as he slipped the wallet, which carried at least a thousand dollars cash, along with several credit cards, into one of the already stuffed pockets of his blackened cargo pants. He then carried on, putting his gloves back on his hands, until his eyes caught sight of something amazing...
Hellooooo~ gorgeous! Neo grinned as he studied the beautious sight before him. This hedgecat was absolutely...stunning! His tail coiled a bit as he stared at her, wondering whether or not he should approach her.
His decision was obvious when he made his way towards her. "Excuse me, ma'am, but I was wondering, mayhaps, if you would like a bit of a hand?" He asked, gesturing towards the attractive female's groceries. ::: Yes, Sonic. It is spelled 'groceries.' xD ::: He knew, by now, the first rule with women. Be polite. At the very least, be civil. You only had one chance to make a first impression.
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Jul 6, 2008 13:19:18 GMT -5
The female turned her tropical hues to the other hedgecat, her eyes lidded boredly and a soft frown on her features. Ah, a gentleman...
No such thing.
"No. But you can give me a cigarette if you've got one." She said, ignoring his kind offer to help her with her groceries. She knew it wasn't genuine. But then, Jenny wasn't nessisarily what you'd call an "angel" either. She'd been hardened by too many things, taken them too much the wrong way, been taught too wrongly by her mistakes. Deep down, like most folk, she has a sense of right and wrong, and knows that her actions will one day catch up with her. But for now, what the heck, let the good times roll.
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Post by neoboy767 on Jul 6, 2008 13:49:40 GMT -5
The hedgecat chuckled a bit. He knew the offer wouldn't work, the lady looked like too much of a snob after all. Then again, something about her still seemed different, regardless. "Heh. Sure. What's your favorite? People like to keep these things in their pockets," he replied, smirking a bit as he reached into one of his completely stuffed pockets, pulling out a few packs of cigarettes, each a different brand. "I also have a lighter somewhere, but, heh, h*ll if I know."
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Jul 6, 2008 14:32:57 GMT -5
Jenny grinned, "Whoa, you're really racked up, huh? I'll take the camel." She had her own lighter, in the holister of her pistal. It wasn't a calming sight to see her messing with it, but then, it wasn't meant to be. You'd be surprised how many times she'd nearly been abducted in the past two months, and she swore to never again go anywhere by herself without her automatic. 'Coarse, she didn't have the guts to kill anybody. She sure acted like she did, but almost everything Jenny was was just an act. It was just a show to hide the person she was deep down, the insecure person, the frightened. Because if you showed those qualities on the streets, especially being a girl, you were as good as done for. Well, speaking of the good things in life anyway.
She took a cigarette, lit it, then inhaled a long pull. Hopefully it'd steady her nerves a bit - if that were possible at this point. She was just bored and grouchy. But as she blew the smoke out in two fading streams from her nose, she looked up at the other hedgecat again. He was handsome, she noticed, and took interest. "I'm Jenny," She said, her lyrics flowing smoothly off her tongue, "Where're you from?"
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Post by neoboy767 on Jul 6, 2008 15:12:28 GMT -5
The hedgecat chuckled again. "Yes, I guess I am! It's easy, really," a smirk crossed his lips before he continued, "I mean, what I do may not seem very graceful, but it sure has its benefits. Nyeh." The younger hedgecat's tail swayed about as he leaned on a post behind him. His ear flicked back and forth on his head as she spoke to him again. Yup, this certainly was a good day for him. He listened to her, taking out his water bottle and taking a few gulps from it, before strapping it back onto his belt, opposite his sheathed katana. If she was paying attention, the sheath would be rather easy to see.
He waited a second, before replying. "Well, I'm from a small town rather far away from here, actually. I'm sure you've never heard about it...Twilight, it's called? Nyeh. Heh...well, anyway, my name's Neo." |
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Jul 6, 2008 16:02:53 GMT -5
The hedgecat girl smiled indifferently, as if she were trying to make herself seem like she cared for the answer to her own question. She wasn't really, but she tried. That was more than what most folk got from her. She'd never been much for idle conversation.
However, when he put his water bottle up was the first time she noticed his katana, and after taking another puff from her cigarette, she pricked her ears and smiled, "Does Twilight teach fencing?" She asked, a little more interested as it's gleaming hilt reflected in her eyes' blue depths, "My bo--er...my friend is pretty good with a sword. It's cool stuff." She actually knew two people who were good with a sword. Kraden and..well..she didn't want to mention Saylo. That guy scared her. Almost all Chaos Users did. And she didn't want to tell him that she had a boyfriend either, not until she could figure out just how naughty this guy could be.
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Post by neoboy767 on Jul 6, 2008 16:34:05 GMT -5
::: Naughty girl~! xD
You know, I wonder with how much stuff Neo has in his pockets how he doesn't frickin' fall or something. Almost every single pocket he has is stuffed. :::
The male raised a brow at the other hedgecat, a toothy grin crossing his lips as she asked him a question. He laughed internally at the ignorance of the question itself, before answering. "Fencing? Heh. No, not quite. I learned it myself, mostly. Though, I did have a bit of help." He took out a cigarette for himself, Paul Mall brand, before rummaging in his pockets again looking for a lighter. Eventually, he found one, lighting the cigarette for himself and putting the lighter back into the same pocket he got the cigarettes from. He was trying to make sure he didn't have to look for it again. He took a drag from the white stick as the girl before him continued, then spoke again, "Really, hm? Heh...maybe someday I should meet this...friend of your's." |
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Jul 6, 2008 19:44:56 GMT -5
Fencing, gutting, decapitating, whatever. Jenny just knew they all had something to do with a big knife. Kraden's tecniques tended to be of the latter two's kind, but she didn't know the politically correct terms were. She was a pistal girl.
"Nah, I don't think that'd be a good idea." She responded smoothly, her pierced ears pricking and an indifferent expression conquring her smile. "He's kind of a jerk..." An idea immerged into her mind at that, and her ears turned back, and slowly flattened as she lowered her now troubled gaze. A distressed sigh escaping her soft, glossy lips, "Really...y-you have no idea..."
"Just take the bait, Neo..." She thought mischiviously.
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Post by neoboy767 on Jul 6, 2008 19:57:15 GMT -5
The grey hedgecat raised a brow at the pretty female. Was this chick for real? Either she was trying to drag him into something or she really was a bit troubled by the thought of this 'friend' of her's. He decided, for now, to take the bait. H*ll, she was pretty enough, so what if she lead him into trouble? He'd find some himself eventually anyway.
Inhaling from the cigarette inbetween his fingers, he stared at her for a moment, before allowing the smoke to escape out his nostrils. He'd give it a shot. "Oh, really? ...And...why is that, may I ask?" |
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Jul 6, 2008 20:31:19 GMT -5
Jenny was a good liar. Probably because she'd been doing it her whole life. Everything she portrayed herself to be was a lie. And it was, needless to say, hard to pick up on her schemes. But this really wasn't a scheme, this was Jenny setting herself up for a lawless night that would hopefully be full of the crazy fun she craved. But again, she didn't know this guy, but hopefully she'd get to know his moral standards as she set up this person she would pretend to be for him, and she'd syncronize herself to what she figured he'd want. Another thing she was good at. And that's probably the reason why she so quickly lost interest in people and left them -- she got tired of a certain act.
"Well...it's a long story, actually..." She said softly, taking another drag from her cigarette and not meeting his eyes, "He was an ex boyfriend, and a gang leader. That should pretty much sum it up for you right there...he'd beat me...force me to do things and go places with him and horrible...horrible people..." She was making this up as she went, but it was all very convincing, "Even now he's constantly hounding me and sending his gang members to bring me back...I...I probably should even be telling you this, I hardly even know you...but it's jus'..."
Tears swelled between the rims of her eyes, bluring her vision. And as soon as she felt this stinging, she shifted her blue eyed gaze to his, hurt, confused, "I don't have anybody..."
Now...this would either scare him off, or he'd take her under his wing. But since he obviously hadn't heard of Kraden and the Nightslayers then hopefully he wouldn't be as scared as he should be. And she hoped he'd do the latter.
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Post by neoboy767 on Jul 6, 2008 20:55:37 GMT -5
Neo smirked internally. This was perfect! Oh, yes, this was probably one of the better days of his life. He took a final drag from is cigarette before flicking it onto the ground, putting it out. He released the smoke one last time. If this girl was telling the truth, he had to say he felt sorry for her. His face showed it. Besides, what kind of pretty girl like that could go through life and not have a bad past like that?
"Really? Nyeh. Well, this guy certainly doesn't sound like much of a good friend," he said. He would believe what she said, for now, but it definitely wouldn't take much to convince him otherwise. |
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Jul 7, 2008 23:01:24 GMT -5
Well, usually guys were asking to take her places and shelter her away after a speach like that. This guy just didn't seem to be able to get with the program...
"Yeah..." She responded absently, letting her face drop into her hands, "Sorry I brought it up...it's just that I'm kinda' looking for a place to go...maybe downtown or something. You wouldn't happen to know a place, would you?"
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