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Post by Sunaho on Sept 11, 2019 21:58:17 GMT -4
LOOK IN MY IRIS AND YOU'LL SEE DEFIANCE
What came from dust, shall return to dust.
Whenever Sunaho really took a moment to stop and breathe in the thick Tokyo air, that line crossed her mind. Every time she let her eyes sweep over the skyscrapers, those corporate monoliths, or set her sights upon one of the many witless, clueless idiots that lived in this city, she wondered if they were yet dust. Were they even real, were they even alive? Or was this whole country just a landscape caked in dust, unwilling to let go of that which should just fade away.
Such instances made it clear how fragile things were. How, if people were so content to just drown in this crumbling ash… Why not blow it all away and save them the suffering?
Those moments of insight and thought were very important to her. They reminded Sunaho why she’d agreed to accept that offer all those years ago.
The offer to become the leader of the Dust Devils.
Such moments were even enough to make her forgive the follies that came with that decision. For example, having to deal with gang members who had a very inconsistent level of competence.
”You had what stolen?”
The green-haired woman was rubbing the bridge of her nose as she held the flip phone to her ear, visibly frustrated at the news she’d just recieved. If Matsuda was here, he’d be laughing his ass off right about now.
“W-We were keeping it close, like you said!” A panicked voice came through the other end. “We put the cash in my backpack, right after the fence gave it to us! A-A-And the card too… B-But we thought we were being followed on our way back, so we took a busier route, and…”
There was a pause, and Sunaho could feel her blood vessels on the verge of popping. ”And…?” The gang leader repeated in a strained tone, fully aware the hesitation could not be a good sign.
“Some, uh… Some foreign kids swiped it…”
”Fucking hell…” The green-haired woman cursed. The cash he’d been carrying was a decent chunk of the payment for their haul of their most recent raid, to lose it was going to be a blow to their funds… Not to mention the other payment that Sunaho had requested specifically this time.
Now some kids had it… Likely stolen after seeing how nervous the greenhorn she’d sent was… It wouldn’t be hard to put two and two together and realise there might be something important on his persons.
”Keep searching the area, I’m sending out more boys. Watch for anyone else too, there’s a chance these ‘kids’ are working for some of our lovely neighbours…” Sunaho wasted no time in scolding the dumbass who’d gotten their money stolen, instead, springing right into action to get that backpack back.
“Y-Yes, Suna-”
Before he could finish, she still hung up the flip phone for good measure. Just to let the bastard know that he’d better not call her again without some damn good news. That aside, Sunaho looked over the few men she had still loitering around their empty lot.
”Oi, boys! We’ve got a bit of a situation.” The green-haired woman announced, earning the attention of her devoted followers. ”It seems there were some troubles with the conversion of our last haul. I want you all looking for a pair of young foreigners with our bag. Keep an eye out for those Koreans too…” If they got their hands on it, that would just double the damages from this blunder. With some looks of concern and a willingness to get into action, the various types that made up her Dust Devils all rolling out on her command.
She was ready to sweep the nearby streets for that bag, rather than let their hard work go to waste…
Shortly after dispatching her Dust Devils, Sunaho was atop the nearby lowrises, looking over the nearby area where the bag had been swiped. Her little gift had let her scale the place quickly, giving her a decent view of the surrounds…
No foreign kids with a bag had been spotted yet…
What Sunaho did spot, however, was an unfortunately familiar lot. A young Asian man in a bright silver jacket, backed up by his own lackeys, was pushing his way through the street traffic. Bleached hair stood out, as did his scarred brow. That greenhorn must’ve been right. They were being followed, which means Sunaho wasn’t the only one looking for the bag…
Those kids probably just stole it for money. Sunaho doubted the other gangs would give a damn about what happened to them if it meant getting the bag back.
”Dumb fucking kids…” Sunaho muttered to herself as she crouched at the edge of the building. ”Never know what the hell you’re getting into…” She needed to find them amongst the streets, to find the money, to find that ‘card’.
And she needed to do it soon.
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Post by Bishop Atkinson on Sept 15, 2019 3:07:01 GMT -4
throw out the map, don't look back  Tokyo was...loud. Busy. Cramped. This wasn't anything new for Bishop, Chicago was loud too, but when mixed with only half-understanding people around you at any given point, the city could be a bit overwhelming. Well, if you were willing to admit it, which Bishop was decidedly not. Just another step in this series of things going bad for him and his brother. Sure, they had no place to go, sure they were back on the streets, but at least they weren't in danger anymore. They'd been keeping a low profile, pocketing things from 24/7 shops when they needed to, but it didn't change where they were: lost and alone besides each other. Bishop had been managing a strong face as was his job, but he could see the effect it was having on Wes. He was just...off. Quiet. Bishop had tried small things like offering to share his pilfered gummy candies, but it just wasn't working. Something had to be done. As they wandered the streets of Tokyo for yet another day, he came up with an idea.
"Hey Wes, I'm bored. All this walking is great and all, love seein' the city, but we've been doing this for days." he started off, looking over to his older brother. "Let's go find a good target and steal something. Like old times." he said as a a grin spread across his face at the thought. He'd missed pulling jobs a bit. "Let's find some...no good sleaze ball and empty his wallet. Use it to go buy some cool Japanese touristy shit or something. If we're gonna be here, we might as well get some souvenirs, right?"
Sure, it wasn't the best idea, and he knew it. It was dangerous. But if there was something he knew cheered his brother up, it was actually doing well at something, and stealing was probably one of the things both of them were best at. With these crowded streets, it'd be easy. They wouldn't even need to run their full scams. Just distract and swipe, like the old days, like they'd been doing for years.
It turned out to be even easier than they'd thought. As he passed by, they spotted their mark. Nervous looking, looking around every few seconds, big ol' backpack...there was little doubt. That guy had something worth stealing in that bag. He didn't have the look of a druggie, so probably something they could use too. "Over there. Backpack." Bishop murmured as he quickly flicked his head towards the target. "Easy target, crowded road...we can handle that. What do you think? Slashing, tabling...can't just pickpocket it, no idea where the good stuff is. We should probably just steal the whole thing. Worst we get is a new backpack." he said, conferring with his brother for a moment before he gave a short nod. "Shake off the rust Wes, let's do this." he said, a playful grin shot in his brother's direction. He popped one last gummy candy into his mouth and shoved the bag back into his pocket before moving in.
They had their roles, they always had. He was the distraction or the muscle, and Wes was quick hands or the shadow. This time was no different. They flanked the man from either side, positioning in the crowd before going for it. Bishop shoved himself to the side to shoulder-check their mark firmly, knocking him back into his brother to do his part. Mustering what Japanese he could manage, he held his hands up to the man. His pronunciation was pretty bad. "Gomennasai! Not used to Tokyo, tighter streets than I thought there'd be!" he said with a laugh, peeking back to his brother. Once he got the thumbs up, he put his hand on the man's shoulder, on top of the backpack strap. "Should watch where you're going though." he said, quickly pushing the strap off his shoulder, coupled with a pull from the back from his brother. If it worked right, which thankfully it did, the backpack fell back into his partner's arms. "Arigatou!" he called out, then pushing past the man and bolting after his brother. He wasn't quite able to hold back the laugh that erupted from his chest as he ran, keeping the pace until they'd landed far enough away. "Alley!" he called out, following his brother's lead and dipping into where he did.
Panting from exertion, he collapsed against the alley wall, letting out another bark of a laugh. "Holy shit, we actually pulled that off. Good job bro, that knifework was great..." he said, then looking to the backpack. "So? What'd we get? Has to be good, right? I felt how heavy that was just pushing it." he asked as he looked to the backpack expectantly.
"Oh, wow. Is that what I think it is?" WORDS: 803 - TAGS: - NOTES: Shake off the rust! |
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Post by Wesker Atkinson on Sept 20, 2019 1:01:30 GMT -4
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With all the stuff we went through just to arrive at one of life's many dead ends, gummy candies and other samples of life's "simple pleasures" just didn't cut it. Not this time. Bishop was even more talkative than usual. Wes suspected that his brother noticed a while ago that he was feeling down and was grasping at straws trying to fix it. Not too much more his brother could do about the whole thing though. It was a bit too late for that, and he just couldn't keep the discomfort buried inside. Petty theft just to survive wasn’t exactly the type of thing he wanted to fall back on again. And yet, circumstance backed him into a corner like a starving stray, just like old times. Fantastic. Except now he was 76 percent more likely to be thrown into an animal control vehicle instead of a juvenile detention center. And he couldn't begin to decide which was worse. As usual, he had to tell himself: "...but enough about me," and focus on Bishop for a while. Wes could see that his brother had an idea and was making a move to explain it, but he was waiting for Wes to pay full attention first. >> "Hey Wes, I'm bored. All this walking is great and all, love seein' the city, but we've been doing this for days." He had this look...like a dog wanting to go outside for the first time in approximately 3 dog-days (5 hours maybe). And in this scenario, the owner hadn't set foot outside in at least one human-week and could probably use some air anyway. >> "Let's go find a good target and steal something. Like old times."He grinned in a way that admittedly...was very contagious. >> "Let's find some...no good sleaze ball and empty his wallet. Use it to go buy some cool Japanese touristy shit or something. If we're gonna be here, we might as well get some souvenirs, right?"
Wes chuckled out loud just a bit. Reliving the glory days where life was simpler, and life's hardships seemed more manageable? Bishop had a decent idea in that thick skull of his! Wes felt like he didn't give his brother enough credit sometimes. Rightfully taking something for fun and not because they NEED to? The excitement he was lacking was welling up inside him again, hesitantly at first. But before he knew it, the idea had sold him completely. "Well...we never decided to wait it out in life until something good happened before, so why start now, huh?" He felt more and more strongly that what they needed was to go out and literally take life's opportunity and run with it. "I think I can actually smell what you're stepping in, bro. But ya' got me and I want in."Bishop offered a hand and pulled Wes up from the bench they sat on. Finally walking with purpose, the two of them went looking for opportunity together. They took some higher vantage points to investigate the busier parts of the city, and looking carefully for a good score. Signs of the wealthy and careless. The results of the search were somewhat unexpected. Instead of someone shamelessly flaunting their wealth, they had eyes on a backpack stuffed to the brim, connected to someone obviously up to no good. He was visibly nervous about carrying around whatever was in his backpack, and there was no mistake. It would be simple and painless for everyone involved. Someone’s livelihood or prized family heirloom was certainly not the kind of sentimental thing the man was lugging through the streets. Bishop had the first spark of a game plan this time, which was definitely a first. >> "Over there. Backpack"Bishop continued and laid out the quick game plan just like Wes used to back home. He learned a lot from just watching and listening, it seemed. Wes was glad Bishop was here, or who knows how well he’d be fairing all by himself in times like these? His brother checked him right into me, as planned. Luckily the man was a light-weight, because the man and the backpack combined was a bit painful as it knocked Wes to his knees to “help” him catch his fall. It was certainly obvious that it was bursting as the seams full of paper. Wes quickly brought out his knife and quickly severed the weak part of both backpack straps while Bishop continued being an American clown in a sea of foreigners. There were enough people in the street that ducking down to catch the bag wasn’t even much of a concern. All the legs in the crowd kept walking from place to place, and pretended not to notice Wes’ loud-mouthed little brother sticking out audibly like a sore thumb yelling enthusiastically at the other fingers. Wes kept aware of the flow of foot traffic before the catch, and on landing with backpack in hand he bolted with the flow of the crowd, and around corners strategically. He watched to make sure Bishop was following, and how closely the sucker was trailing behind them. Turns out they had easily lost him by the time they were successfully tucked away to catch their breath. >> "Holy shit, we actually pulled that off. Good job bro, that knifework was great..."
The adrenaline high was familiar and a comforting end to their accomplishment. “And you were the best distraction I could ask for, you ‘crazy foreigner’! Someone ought to throw you back on the correct side of the ocean, buddy!” Bishop babbled excitedly as Wes struggled with the backpack zipper. It made for a very slow and suspenseful reveal as the zipper kept catching on the contents of the bag, because of how full they stuffed it. >> “Oh wow. Is that what I think it is?”“You’re right, bro. I’m sure you could already smell it. It’s stacks and STACKS of money from a drug deal or something! The amount of stuff we could buy with this is just…” Wes trailed off and looked out into his own head processing what they had just did. It became clear that the money was meant to go somewhere. And they had interrupted its intended path. There was no way they’d get away with this for long, right? Were there more competent people involved in this and the two of them got themselves tied into something crazy? “Bro, I think this might have been a really bad idea.” He ignored his brother’s move to dig deeper into the kill and quickly zipped up the backpack again. “This is an absurd amount of cash…who knows what these people were planning to do with this. Not to mention that we don’t know how competent they are. We’re probably just going to end up in the same situation that we started with back home, dude.” Bishop’s big brother tried to appear as small as possible as he slid sadly down the wall he was leaning on and buried his face in his arms as he hit the alleyway floor. “It’s all my fault for not thinking this through. Who knows what’s going to come after us this time? We JUST got here after over a month of traveling on the lamb, and we already need to leave again…I don’t think I can do this. I can’t just…do it all over again, bro. There’s just no way. Bishop, what else are we supposed to do?”
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Post by Sunaho on Sept 26, 2019 20:44:36 GMT -4
LOOK IN MY IRIS AND YOU'LL SEE DEFIANCE
Watchful eyes swept over the streets and alleyways below, as Sunaho's sandy form flowed from place to place, from rooftop to rooftop. Her arms would extend out and grab the sides of buildings with hardened claws, before she pulled herself up to a vantage point. Her superiority in mobility would lend itself to a greater ability to take stock of the surrounding area, which she hoped would lead to her getting eyes on the bag before anyone else did... As much for the kids' sake as it was for her own.
Even though she wanted to curse them for being dumb brats, for stealing so recklessly, Sunaho couldn't really do so without being a shortsighted hypocrite. It wasn't like she hadn't gone to similar desperate lengths during her own time alone. Back before she'd met the Dust Devils, back before she'd become a heavy hitter in these streets. There were little doubts in her mind that she could have very well ended up in the same situation those kids were in now.
Which was why she knew exactly how bad it was going to get if she wasn't the first one to find them.
That wasn't at all saying that altruism was her leading motivation, of course. As much as she wanted to make sure a couple street rats didn't end up another pair of bodies, she was also interested in getting her own stuff back. There wasn't any hesitation there, no pity or remorse in taking from kids who had to steal. That was just how you had to live. If they learned to be careful that was enough. If a couple of nobody kids got hurt for it...
Sunaho stopped atop another small building, green hair blowing back as keen eyes swept around. No one on the streets from what she could see. She'd lost sight of the Koreans, and she hoped that meant they were looking in the wrong place, rather than that she was. There was also the chance the kids had gotten inside somewhere, but it didn't hurt to keep eyes out. Soon enough, that train of thought would bear fruit, as Sunaho peered down the alleyway next to the building she'd perched on.
Bingo.
Two kids. Boys, young. Foreigners by the looks of it. The backpack they had with them had its straps slashed. Must have been a clean take. Two-man jobs paid off pretty well.
Praise aside, she didn't waste any time taking back what was hers.
If the boys turned around at that moment, they would spot the green-haired woman plummetting into the alley feet-first. Even if they didn't spot that, they'd hear a strange earthy sound, as a mass of sand struck the pavement. There, Sunaho had landed, the bottom half of her body becoming sand and absorbing the impact, dispersing out as the made contact. If they turned to face her, she'd look passively towards them.
"Yo."
Her sand reformed to the shape of her legs as she moved forward, taking a few steps toward the duo, and keeping her eyes close in case they made a run for it. When she was fully flesh again, she'd speak up quickly, before they panicked or get too jittery. "Don't freak out. I'm not here to hurt you kids. Unless you make me." The idea of hurting random brats didn't appeal to her. The threat was just a safeguard.
Narrowing her eyes to them, she'd gesture towards the bag, as if she needed to point out what she was there for.
"Not nice to take things that aren't yours. Give me the bag, and we're fine." Keep it quick, keep it simple. She wanted to get this over with quickly.
Before anyone else turned up.
As if fortune would ever be that kind.
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Post by Bishop Atkinson on Oct 1, 2019 1:29:27 GMT -4
throw out the map, don't look back When he got his confirmation, Bishop couldn't help a grin. “You smell that? That's moneyyyy.” he said, snickering to himself. Some music just stuck in your head, even if it was awful. He took a moment to consider his brother's words though, ignoring the jukebox in his head. Actually having some money again would be nice, they hadn't gotten the chance to have that luxury since they'd left. He could go for some decent food for once. Living off whatever they could pocket in 24/7 stores kept them running, but just barely. He didn't have much experience with Japanese food, that was never really around, but hey, he was willing to try something new. And if that failed, he was pretty sure he'd seen the same burger chains he was used to around. Not to mention the souvenirs they could pick up while they were here. I mean, they were in freakin' Tokyo, it'd be a waste to not grab something at least. They'd have to look around for things to get. Couldn't get too much, they were living out of backpacks. That was the future though, had to focus now.
He shook his head to clear it before focusing back up. “Well come on man, lemme get a peek at it. Can't just tease me with a backpack full of money and-” he started, but then the backpack was zipped back up. He groaned out shortly before he could stop it when he heard his brother talk again. Of course, he's going to look on the bad side of this. He understood it, life hadn't been going well for them for a while, but of all the times...he let out a slow breath to calm himself before responding. The last thing he needed was to snap at him again. “Of course it was a bad idea, we stole from a random Japanese guy with a backpack full of money. But it worked! No one followed us, we lost him in the crowd...it doesn't matter what they were going to do with it. It's ours now!” he said with a barking laugh as he looked over. “We're not gonna end up like last time, we are nowhere near a limo, and even further from a mansion.” he said as he gave the smaller teen a playful elbow to the side. “So come on, man! Celebrate! We can actually buy things, not have to worry about money for a little bit, wash our clothes! Hell, we could actually have a good meal for once with that much. Don't have to live on bags of chips!” he added, trying to shoot that infectious grin over to him. “We're not going anywhere.” he finished, pulling himself to his feet and holding a hand out. “Come on, get up, we'll get somewhere safer than an alley. We can look for some chicken for you.” he said. He knew his brother's love for chicken after all. That was about when things went wrong, yet again.
Bishop's head whipped towards the earthy thump, and the woman would get a proper look at him. The first thing that might stand out was that he just looked...rough. Messy black hair, a faded and dirty looking band t-shirt that only mostly fit, worn-down jeans, stained and scuffed boots, and a bulked backpack were about all that graced him. It wasn't hard to tell that he might have been living hard for a bit. The slight snarl his face twisted into probably didn't help.
“Hey.”
He righted himself, turning to the woman and forcing that look of hostility off his face. No need for that if she wasn't a threat, calm down. The black dog didn't need his due. He also tried to hide his surprise under a cool demeanor, something that hopefully at least mostly worked. His eyes were briefly widened as he watched those legs reform but then focuses on her face, loosely locking eyes.
“Well, that'll be new. Might want to think of a better way to introduce yourself then jumping up on someone if you're not trying to freak them out. Just a thought.” he said, forcing a lackadaisical grin to his face to replace the earlier snarl. He seemed to mostly ignore the threat for the moment, though he did take stock of it mentally. Alright, potential threat, try and talk it out before you lunge. They didn't need attention on them right now.
His eyes flicked to the bag when she pointed to it, then back to her, shrugging to her. “Not nice to leave things out in the open where we can take them. Bag's ours now, we took it fair and square.” he said. “Here's the thing though. Looking at you, we need this a lot more than you. But I'm not selfish, we can split it.” he says playfully. “You know, a finder's fee. You did find us after all. What seems fair for a finder's fee? I was thinkin' maybe 70/30...” he said. Keep it calm, keep it playful, don't show your cards too fast. They didn't need all of this, and hopefully, Wes was scoping a way out. However, it was about then that he tuned into the distinctive sound of quick pawfalls against pavement. Well, so much for keeping their cards hidden.
“...Goddammit, Wes.”
He quickly looked to the woman and gave a short, toothy grin. Those were quite the canine teeth. “We'll talk terms later.” he said, making a lunge for the backpack and trying to use the momentum to take off down the alley after the pawfalls. WORDS: 931 - TAGS: - NOTES: No rest for the wicked. |
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Post by Wesker Atkinson on Oct 10, 2019 19:26:57 GMT -4
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>> "…But it worked! No one followed us..." >> ”…it doesn’t matter what they were going to do with it. It’s ours now!”>> ”So come on man, celebrate!…”>> "We're not going to end up like last time..."Wes' hopeful brother continued trying to reason with Wes, but the words felt empty and he could barely hear more then a few words at a time. Wes couldn't shake the thoughts in his head proving Bishop might be wrong, which is a shame because Wes usually wouldn’t pass up the possibility of chicken for dinner. ...and then some huge mass of sand hit the pavement farther down the alley. It was the ear shattering gunshot all over again. Night 1. Fight or flight. Run or die. He didn't even remember activating his quirk; he was in a state of watching from the outside as his body made all the decisions. He shaped himself impulsively into a small, scared bundle of fur and adrenaline scuttling quickly across the pavement to escape as fast as (in)humanly possible. But something was different this time. Wes' guilt pulled him back down to Earth again. He told himself he wouldn't do this to Bishop again...something had to change immediately. It was the least he could do. He took his paws to the pavement and skidded his body to a stop. His lungs burned as he panted frantically in place. Moving far enough out of the alley enticed curious eyes from street goers to look his direction, much to his dismay. Should he just run for it already? Would he be too fast for Bishop in his panic and get lost again until he couldn’t even find himself? Should he try to distract the sand creature and be even more of a helpless punching bag then he already was? Could he get away with reversing his situation entirely by giving up and offering the backpack after clearly trying to run for it with money in hand? Everything was moving much too fast for him at this point. He stood frozen in perpetual decision paralysis as Bishop ran his direction, away from whatever he thought was going to chase them. Wes looked directly into his brother's eyes with fear and confusion. He asked himself desperately: "Bishop knows what to do, right? He always seems know what to do in times like this..."▲ 428 ● Power outage be damned, I can finally work on this again. |
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Post by Sunaho on Oct 26, 2019 8:58:56 GMT -4
LOOK IN MY IRIS AND YOU'LL SEE DEFIANCE
Things probably would've been a lot easier if they weren't kids.
Firstly, kids were dumb and reckless. Sunaho should know, she used to be one. There was no telling what these brats would do to try and get their ass out of the fire, if they even wanted to do that. Chances were, they'd only do whatever first came to their mind, and when you're that age, it tends to be some regrettable and stupid shit. Never work with kids was an adage that extended far beyond legal realms of employment.
The second problem was a more personal one. Being that they were dumb kids, and that Sunaho knew exactly how dumb kids acted, she couldn't exactly bring herself to deal with them as efficently as possible. If they'd just been regular old thugs, they'd've already been bleeding out in the alley. They weren't, though. Hence the current situation, where she was asking them somewhat politely to hand over the stolen goods.
The first of the street rats she laid eyes on offered her a snarling look. From his appearance, it was obvious he'd been on the streets for at least a while, making any hesitance to give up the gains somewhat understandable. He was trying to act tough and cool, which is about what she'd expected. It was either all a show, or honest-to-god arrogance. Either way, it was an impediment to negotiations. His co-conspirator didn't look nearly as confident, but it only took one cocky little kid to make Sunaho's life difficult.
Sunaho scoffed at his little comment about introductions, turning her head up at him in a look of amusement. "Look at it this way. If you don't wanna be surprised, don't leave your back open. Goddamn Amateurs." It was imperative she establishes the power dynamic here, cut through the bullshit that these kids would use to try and talk themselves out of the situation. It was better for both of them if they did this peacefully, that was something they both understood.
The next thing the confident kid did was try to talk terms of trade. The sandy woman raised a brow, her face growing cold but conflicted at their arguments. Much as she hated to admit it, the kid probably had a point. Her gang could always get another payday, and these brats looked they were living rough... Sunaho shook her head lightly, scolding herself internally. How long had she been in this game? Letting street rats talk her out of her gains like this... Shit, she needed to focus.
"Listen, kid. In there's enough to get you killed by people who are willing to do worse for it. Not to mention I got more mouths to feed than a couple of rats." The woman growled, stepping forward towards them and pointing harshly. "I get it, you're in some shit. We all are. But you ain't get any idea of who's got the power here. Ten-per-fucking-cent is as much as I'll-"
Wait, what happened to the other kid?
During her rant towards the confident one, she hadn't noticed the other's quick transformation. Much to her surprise, she'd glance down the alley to see a fox bolting out, right into the street. That was not good. "Shit!" The other one started going after the fox, everything was going to shit now. Not delaying, the green-haired woman bolted after them, her legs turning to sand again that glided rapidly across the ground, until she shot out of the alleyway right behind the more confident boy.
Her speed was immense; Bishop wouldn't get much out onto the street before he'd feel a firm hand on his shoulder. Sunaho glanced just a bit past them and saw the fox... Along with all the people in the street looking with confusion at this Japanese woman who'd grabbed the shoulder of a foreigner with a conspicuous backpack.
"Listen here, kid." Sunaho uttered quietly, releasing her grip but glaring into him as if to say running would only make it worse. "90/10. Take it, or make this shit a bigger mess than it has to be. You don't-"
Her speech came to a halt as a sudden exclamation of Korean rang out in the crowd. If the boys looked inward, they'd see a group of men shoving their way forward, and Sunaho's face souring quickly.
"Drop the bag and run."
Deep down though, Sunaho had a feeling they wouldn't suddenly start cooperating. One man pushed through the crowd with particular vigor, a Korean with a bright jacket, bleached hair and a scar over his brow. The crowd on the street was thinning, but the small gang of men that was gathering looked there to stay, glaring at Sunaho with disdain. They were in some real shit now.
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Post by Bishop Atkinson on Nov 13, 2019 22:51:32 GMT -4
throw out the map, don't look back This was not going well. This was supposed to be a simple grab and run, just a way to cheer up his brother and get them some spending cash. Yet here he was, trying to bolt with a bag full of what was probably more money than either he or his brother had ever held in their lives. Even being as confident as he was, Bishop knew this was going down the tubes fast. He and Wes alike had been on enough bad 'jobs' to know the signs. But maybe, just maybe, they could still pull it off. Sure, they had a woman after them, but he was fast and Wes was faster, especially on four legs. Just had to get back into the crowd, blend back in...or not. Bishop's entire body jolted at the sudden hand on his shoulder, quickly look back to the woman. "Damn, you're fast." he said with a short breathy laugh. He considered pulling away, but if she could clear an alley that quick, running wasn't gonna work. Even with a crowd. He was no country boy, but as a wise man once said, gotta know when to hold 'em, and know when to fold 'em. And this was the time to fold on trying to get away with all the money. So, he held his place when she released him, keeping an eye on the fox darting across the street. Good, they still have the element of surprise at least a bit. She didn't know what he could do, and Wes had already thrown her off a bit. There was still hope for getting out of this clean. ...After a bit of cockiness of course.
"Sure, I'll take 90 if 'ten per-fucking-cent' is all you want. I was trying to be polite by offering more." he said, flashing a toothy grin back at her. She might notice his canines were more prominent than most's in that moment. But he sobered up quick before she could get angry. "...Look, we're not tryin' to be greedy, just get enough to live for a bit. We got lucky. 70/30, 70 to you. Small drop to y-" he started, finding himself quickly cut off by a language he didn't understand. Sounded different than the Japanese they'd been surrounded with though. He quickly tracks it to the bleach-headed man, and suddenly, he was back in Chicago. Boxed in from either side by people obviously not thrilled with him. He looked to his brother, hearing the green-haired woman's command. Well, so much for staying out of trouble. He had to think quick. After a split second, he settles on something. Was this a good idea? No. But would it work? ... Hopefully. So much for getting out clean. Using his free hand, he quietly undid the zipper on the backpack and looked back towards her.
Maybe she was wrong, maybe he was going to be good. He certainly seemed it. "...Sure. This isn’t worth it." he said, the bag dropping to the ground with a thump. ...Right before the confident kid disappeared from the woman's sight. In his place stood a frankly massive dog, fur black as night, draped in the worn down clothing he’d been in. Pure white eyes briefly looked back towards the woman before he shoved his muzzle down into the bag and came back with a mouthful of money. It was a large mouth, so who knew how much he could fit? She had been willing to give a cut, and at this point, he just wanted to get out. He might enjoy fighting, but even he knew that this was not the time, especially with increasing amount of potential threats. That said, he'll be damned if he's leaving empty-handed after all this. He let out a low, muffled bark towards the fox before attempting to take off after him, leaving the backpack to the woman. He was running off chips and sugar from candy, he knew he couldn't hold this for very long before it got dodgy, but if they could get away before his brain started getting foggy. He'd fight if he needed to, but he'd never fought another Quirker. If he could take the money as is, there was no need to yet…
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Post by Wesker Atkinson on Nov 24, 2019 1:58:04 GMT -4
| Hard days made me, hard nights shaped me
I don't know, they somehow saved me | |
His brain switched gears once the green haired woman caught up and placed a hand on Bishop's shoulder, saying words that his fox ears could hear but his mind was going too many different places to focus on them. He dipped down in a low stance and started to growl. Somehow, he was doing something other then running without fully realizing it...even if he was probably as threatening as a chew toy that made a growling sound if you squeezed it. Wes wasn't paying attention to how he looked, or how many onlookers were gathering; he had to be ready for anything if he was to be any use in getting the both of them out of this in one piece. He had to run back in after Bishop if he wanted to look at himself in a mirror and say "I tried, man. At the very least, I tried." Although Wes had resolve firmly etched in his stride, Bishop had decided to continue blatantly following the beat of a drum only black dogs could hear. His brother quickly plunged his newly black-furred face into the backpack to the confusion of everyone involved. >> Of all the fur-brained schemes...Wes' thought interrupted itself as he looked in his brother's headlight eyes. They weren't full of desire or insecurity like they had usually been before. His little brother's bright soul windows now radiated confidence, despite the odds at hand. He skidded to a stop again, being reminded how much of a dim-witted genius his little brother was sometimes. Bishop might have been skillfully faking that confidence deep down, but it didn't come off that way to Wes at all. The black dog was a monolith of confidence for his brother this time, even more so than usual. As Bishop sent a few muffled barks, and bulldozed head-first towards his brother, Wes barked back in response: >> Playing the most unexpected card may be the only thing we can do right now...so I'm with you.Wes turned around and began to run beside the Black Dog toward the thinnest part of the incredibly confused crowd with a familiar bold and stupid confidence that they hadn't felt since being in Chicago months ago. He wouldn't be going anywhere without his brother this time. No exceptions. ▲ WORD COUNT: 342 ● NOTES: "Cuz I am more than my mistakes." |
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Post by Sunaho on Jan 4, 2020 21:22:59 GMT -4
LOOK IN MY IRIS AND YOU'LL SEE DEFIANCE This wasn't exactly going to plan. Shit should've been simple, snatch back what's hers from some ungrateful little rats, and send them on their merry way. Instead, she'd had to chase them down already. With her hand on one of their shoulders, she gave her final offer, only to be met with more snark.
The quick woman returned his toothy grin with a very un-amused little chuckle, her face starting to twist in anger before he cut in again, trying to be a bit more diplomatic. Unfortunately, some uninvited guests weren't going to be nearly as amicable.
The Dust Devils weren't your usual gang, but they still had to stake out their own turf. Sometimes that put them at odds with those who didn't really take kindly to competition. The Korean gangs in Kabukicho made up a chunk of this opposition, and they weren't particularly welcoming to the loosely operating Dust Devils, who often positioned themselves against the big displays of wealth that these high rollers loved...
Yeah, her boys really pissed them off. So it only made sense they'd try to fuck the Devils over by taking whats theirs.
The kids didn't matter anymore. They just needed to get themselves out of her before they got into even deeper shit. So she shooed them off, staring down the man with the bleached hair who made himself known at the front of the crowd.
"Sunaho!" He declared with a big gesture, his faux excitement barely covering a harsh grimace he shot the woman's way. "Thought I might find you. These boys, they more of your Devils? Different to the one we were following..."
"Shut the fuck up, Kang-Dae." Sunaho interjected, all but growling at them as she glared them down. "Money's only mine, so just fuck off or put your hands up. These brats ain't involved. They're just-"
The little shits weren't gonna stop giving her strife any time soon, it seemed. A thump was heard as the bag dropped to the ground, and the woman turned her head to see a massive black dog biting into her cash. Jesus Shit, these kids didn't know when to stop. Now they were both animals, and Sunaho hadn't even know what the other was doing. The little brat had growled at her before, but seemed to mostly be following the black dog's stride. Said black dog was now making a goddamn run for it, with the cash on hand.
"Son of a..." Sunaho groaned to herself, her ears catching Korean being barked by Kang-Dae at his goons, who quickly bolted after the brats. They weren't going to let these boys - now suspected to be working with Sunaho - get away with anything.
Sunaho didn't plan on letting the kids get away either.
Glaring back at Kang-Dae, Sunaho only just caught his hand flaring up with a bright blue light, her legs turning to sand as she dashed away to dodge the bolt of blue that was shot her way, searing into the ground past her. Grabbing the packpack with one hand, she darted in the same direction those kids did, the Korean gang leader not far behind her...
Meanwhile, his goons were scrambling for the animals, the crowd dispersing at the sight of these wild beasts. Some pulled out pocket knives from their clothes, lunging for the pests that were getting away with no small amount of money.
The chase was on, and Sunaho was keeping on eye on those little shits the whole way...
Perhaps the most annoying part of their stupidity was how much it reminded her of herself at that age...
OOC: Feel free to control the goons as they chase the doggo and foxo~
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Post by Bishop Atkinson on Jan 10, 2020 1:09:14 GMT -4
throw out the map, don't look back If there was one thing that the Atkinson brothers were good at, it was causing strife for others. 'Jesus Shit, these kids don't know when to stop' was a pretty succinct summary of how they lived. It had been that way since they were small, and it certainly wasn't going to change now. Bishop didn't even pretend to be paying attention to the conversation between the green-haired woman and the Korean man, absorbing the names 'Sunaho' and 'Kang-dae', but otherwise ignoring the rest. Names were important, reasons weren't right now. He had more important things to focus on, namely getting himself and his brother out there before things got worse. He had his money, he had his brother, that was good enough for now.
Or at least that was the Bishop side take on it. Barghest had a slightly different one. Finally allowed to run, he couldn't quite hold back a muffled bark of victory, pouring on the speed with very little regard to for anything in front of him. With a chance to go unleashed, he'd be lying to himself if he said it didn't feel good. Like a battering ram, he kept his head angled forward, prepared to headbutt any obstacles out of his way. He tried to dodge as well as he could, but he knew himself well enough to know that there was no hope to do any real maneuvering, that his brother's thing. No, he had brute power, and hopefully anyone in his path recognized that.
His ears perked at the sound of that unfamiliar language, briefly looking behind him before giving a short nod of understanding. Alright, out of the frying pan, into the fire, this was about what he'd expected. Not what he wanted, but what he expected. He caught that flare of blue before he directed his eyes back forward. He knew he couldn't talk well with his mouthful of money, but he tried to bark out a single word back towards his brother in warning.
"Quirk!"
How clear it came out depended on how tuned in his brother was, but an attempt was made. He mostly tried to lead by example, keeping an easy to follow path through the crowd. ...That was until the others tried to surround the two animals. He didn't quite realize how bad it was until the first pocket knife sunk into his side, getting a muffled grunt from the canine, causing him to briefly slow. It wasn't enough to do much damage, but it still hurt. He looked down to his brother, growling out a single "Go." before pouring new steam onto their escape attempt. With his mouth filled with money and his jaw locked, he couldn't fight back all that well, but any goons who tried to head him off were met with a hard-skulled headbutt or a toss to the side. Forward momentum was his friend. Unfortunately, neither party was giving up.
Barghest let out a surprised grunt when he felt the first body manage to land on his back, but when the second one landed, he knew he had to do something about this. His muzzle curled back into a toothy grin back at them before he let out a rumbling and deadpan "Yeehaw.", followed by a hard turn. He whips his body around like dog chasing it's tail, sending one of the goons latched to his back flying into the nearest wall with a thump and into a pile of trash bags. Much like most of this, he'd not thought it through though, coming out on the other end of the circle with a clumsy stumble forward. Shit, dizzy. The feeling of another pocket knife in his back snapped him back though. Alright, this was getting annoying. He barked a deliberately spaced out "Go, go, go!" to his brother before surging forward again. It was never a bad time to reference archaic racing games they'd emulated as kids after all. He tried to knock the second goon off, zig-zagging as well as he could to shake him. Being that he was still kind of dizzy and a giant dog not meant for maneuvering, it mostly looked like a drunken stumble as he ran, but was trying.
Bishop had exactly zero idea where he was going, he was just bolting, something that was getting increasingly hard to keep doing. Not out of endurance, but rather out of...Barghest. The longer they ran from that fight, the more people came at them, the more things got in his way, his mood was quickly dropping. And the more Bishop burned through his minimal food, the less food he had, which meant his Quirk was starting to yell at him to stop running. Fighting is good. Fighting is how you win. Drop the money. Fight. Bite. Wes might notice some more guttural growls starting to well up from within the large dog's chest with his proximity, something that he may or not connect the pieces for depending on how close attention he was paying. He seemed mostly in control for the time being at least. WORDS: 845 - TAGS: - NOTES: |
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Post by Wesker Atkinson on Jan 21, 2020 0:23:54 GMT -4
| Hard days made me, hard nights shaped me
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Despite the dire state of their situation, Wes felt lighter then air the moment he ran along with his brother all aboard the train to Getting-the-hell-out-of-there'sville. Bishop was using his battering ram of a skull to clear the way, and Wes was pretty certain that his brother was not really trying to avoid anyone that got in his way. And honestly, he knew he couldn't ask for anything less. His younger brother was always headstrong like that. Things were getting a bit dicey, but exhilarating none-the-less. This was all too good to be true...having this much fun and nabbing this much money for it! The adrenaline in his brain said so, and the anecdotes of his life on the road with his brother backed up that statement. Certainly stressful at the start, for sure. But the thrill of the chase when he saw the distant light at the end of the tunnel made him feel like he could do anything. The chase started to get ugly, of course. Wes heard what he presumed to be "surround them!" in Korean, or something like that. Didn't really matter. A bunch of them had probably been told of what was going down and approached from another part of town. Enough gang lackeys pouring out to form a black dog blockade. Bishop barked a very muffled warning with his mouthful of money as he reeled down and swiped a few away, clearing a path. Usually, Wes was not too bad at understanding his brother's canine body language, or his woofs and his barks while using his quirk. Just some instinctual canine to vulpine translations in his head. And in this difficult situation not was certainly the time to be an accurate canine translator. >> "Work!"What Wes thought he had heard caused confusion for only a second or two. >> "...like...get to work? Okay. You got it, bro. I'm not backing down anymore! This time's different!"Right after the fox's determined barking, Bishop was stabbed by someone. Wes was certain it hurt quite a lot, even considering how strong Barghest was on the outside. The black dog barked again. >> "Now!"It seemed to Wes that he was being called to take charge and help. His brother was undeniably durable, with or without his quirk, but still... his brother needed him. Wes found it hard to remember the last time he felt needed by someone. His brother must have been referring to removing the knife so Bishop could continue to run without worry! His fox feet easily caught up with Bishop's running pace, although there were some legs of bystanders and other various street features to dodge between. It wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Escape was certainly Wesker's middle name...or at least he wished it was. It would have meant that both his mother and father already recognized his talent at an early age, not like that would ev- He careened into a well-pruned hydrangea bush in the chaos. Wes was slightly dazed for a few moments. Confused murmurings of people were all around as well as loud sweeping of someone's hands trying to push apart the leaves and branches. Wes managed to find which direction was up and continued toward his brother, away from whatever concerned onlooker was trying to help him out of the bush. Or catch him and take him home, as some people seem to crave these days... "Bishop needs me to take care of the knife, I can't just pass out in a bush and get taken to animal control or something", he thought to himself, welling up with uncharacteristic amounts of courage. A lofty leap off of a pedestrian bench later and he was back to the crowd gathering around Bishop. It was almost as though they didn't take him seriously. Wes had anticipated more dodging and closer shaves. Maybe they were just too slow to get that close in the first place? He mulled over it for a second. "I don't care, I can give them a good reason to notice. I hope I'm not too late..."Wes found a good moment to lunge for the knife in Bishop's side, landing with both paws against the flank and gripping the knife handle sideways with his teeth. He pushed off as straight out as possible, pulling the knife out successfully. It was possible Bishop might have winced a little, but just as likely that he was distracted with everything else going on. The fox landed with all four paws on the concrete (somehow), and the knife handle securely in his jaws pointing to the left, with blade forward. Mostly unaware that no one would understand him, he let out a warning bark with his mouthful of his new blood soaked weapon: >> "You'll only make my brother more mad at you, you hooligans! We know how to fight AND run!! Just try us, ya bastards!"It was difficult to tell if a couple gang members were taken aback by their confusion that the fox now brandished a knife, or if they were simply intimidated by Bishop's rodeo show happening right behind him. One of the gang members, in a stance ready to lunge and assist their friend holding on to the huge black dog for dear life, was suddenly grazed by a small swipe of Wes' new weapon. He let out a muffled "Crescent Fang!", barking quietly but confidently to himself. Although he had never done this before, wielding a knife this way was surprisingly effective for an improvised dig at a 4-legged protagonist from a role-playing game he watched his brother play when they were small. The mild ankle wound caused the victim to real back and immediately throw a kick that landed right under the fox's stomach at full force and sent him flying backwards. Hitting the ground at speed and sliding along the ground didn't do his body any favors, but at least he landed nearby Barghest, who had successfully threw off his rider and had just been graced by a second knife wound. Wes' vision went black even before he landed; the wind was thoroughly kicked out of his lungs and he was fighting to breathe and could barely open his eyes. The sun felt brighter then usual, and his brother's snarling and stomping sounded like a distant radio speaker. Maybe he hit his head too? His eyes slowly opened to find the knife had slid only a few feet from where he landed. He coughed up some blood and heard a vaguely familiar barking from Bishop: >> "Go, go, go!" Bishop was calling for him to keep going in one of the most familiar ways possible. Just hearing his brother's barks pulled him back up to a standing position, and he grabbed the knife back again. He panted quite heavy and raspy, but was beginning to reclaim his balance. How could he ever forget Hydro Lightning? The checkered flag was waving and the race would certainly continue. The black dog bolted at full speed. Wesker soon ran toward the fuzzy Barghest-shaped blob at whatever speed he could muster, chasing the distant nostalgic feeling of being safe and playing video games somewhere. Not being chased by a gang... not drifting from shelter to shelter...and having enough money to eat meals at regular intervals. ▲ WORD COUNT: 1,214 ● NOTES: Narrow pass ahead... *click* |
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Post by Sunaho on Jun 3, 2020 9:36:21 GMT -4
LOOK IN MY IRIS AND YOU'LL SEE DEFIANCE
Sunaho wasn't usually a fan of running away.
She'd spent the better part of her life doing that, in one way or another. These days, she very much preferred to stand her ground and fight, to claw and scratch. To bleed and rend, in hopes that her will for survival and change would continue to be her ally. It wasn't as safe, but it was more satisfying. On any other day, she'd take such an approach with the Koreans who were chasing her. She would happily dig sandy claws right into Kang-Dae's face, but alas, this was one of those rare occasions were Sunaho had to act responsibly...
As was often the case when an adult found themselves looking after children.
While she ran after them, sandy lags surging across the ground, Sunaho had to keep glancing back at the Korean man chasing her. A burning blue light surged from his hands, and would explode into vicious bolts that were flung her way, but Sunaho was far too agile to let them hit her at this range.
As a blue bolt streaked past her ear, Sunaho turned her gaze back to the animals she was chasing. These thugs weren't taking any chances, lunging at the beasts with knives to try and secure the slippery creatures. That black dog, with his eerie smoke, would earn a knife plunged into him for his trouble, causing Sunaho to grit her teeth down in frustration. Her arm turned to sand now, growing out into a wicked tendril with a hard sphere, which she promptly swung at a gathering of the thugs who were chasing down the dogs, hoping to at least save them a bit of trouble. The sound of bone cracking let her know how effective it was.
Of course, with so many of these bastards swarming the poor boys, it was only natural they'd take some damage. Even though the fox was able to pluck the blade from out of the dog, that did mean that the black hound was going to be bleeding even more. Sunaho could only hope their Quirk provided some form of enhanced resilience, lest they bleed out even more from all this running...
Another blue bolt shot past her, Sunaho's erratic movement the only thing causing it to miss its mark. She glanced back to see Kang-dae keeping pace, determination and ire coloring his visage. She'd get her chance to make him hurt, she swore that much. After the fox was kicked off however, and a second rider attempted to get a hold of the dog, Sunaho surged forward with even greater speed. Despite their head start, she was quick as a devil, and rushed ahead to keep pace...
As the fox returned in form, Sunaho reached down to the black dog, her sandy arm forming itself into a harsh claw that dug into his attempted rider. The pain caused the main's grip to weaken, enough so that Sunaho could pluck him from the dog, before slamming his face into the ground as she surged along her sandy legs. Asphalt tore at his visage, until she finally let go and left the man clutching his face in pain.
"You fucking assholes. Gonna leave you all bleeding if you don't fuck off!" Sunaho growled at them, paying seemingly little mind to the boys even after she'd aided one. However, how aware she was of them become clear when she saw Kang-dae's hand surge with blue light again, once again ready to dodge it... Until the moment she realised where he was aiming.
"Won't dodge this one, will ya?"
A bolt of blue light shot towards the fox, and in the next moment, that same beast would find a sandy mass between the blast and himself. Sunaho darted over, extending one of her arms as it spread it in a hardened sandy shield, taking the strike as it seared into her dusty form. The sand turned reddish, and Sunaho grimaced in pain as she was thrown off balance, staggering and coming to a brief stop in her running as she grit her teeth.
Kang-dae grinned with self-satisfaction, and Sunaho began to realize that running away wasn't going to be so viable... He was somehow keeping up with them, and now had a way to chip at those with less mobility than herself.
Sunaho glanced back at the beasts once again, trying to get some kind of indication of their next move, as the opposing gang continued to chase after them...
"You kids really are a pain in my ass..."
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