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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2020 23:27:44 GMT -4
 "I'm back."A lone, abandoned warehouse on one of the many alleyways of Tokyo. It had been forgotten, run down, with nobody seeming to care for the place. Nobody, except for a small local gang. The Iron Maidens. These ladies were all misfits, outcasts to society. They had nobody except each other to rely on. Being on the run for various reasons, these hardened delinquents stuck together like family. They would move together, steal together, fight together. They had no one else. They had only each other. One of their newest members had returned. Having promised to make a successful robbery and bring in all that sweet cash, she had returned with a sorrowful expression. But as she removed her backpack, that expression changed into a gleeful smile. Grinning, she opened her backpack, turned it upside down, and spilled its contents on the floor. The other members looked in surprise at just how much money came out. "Damn! You just got us enough to last a whole damn week!"Of course, the girl was Miyami. Every girl here had a role to play as part of the Iron Maidens. Some acted as scouts, looking for the perfect places to strike. Others served as enforcers, making sure that other gangs kept a far enough distance from their turf (which considering how poor they all were, was pretty much just the warehouse and the immediate surrounding area). A few even acted as assassins, being the ones to get their hands dirty so the other Maidens would not need to. And finally, there was Miyami. Her role was that of a thief. Find a place to rob from, make a clean getaway, and provide the others with money, food, and other valuables. "You did good, Silent Shadow. Real good. Now we can all enjoy something good for dinner besides fucking ramen!"The other girls here all cheered loudly. Miyami did not really care that much about the attention. She was just doing what she needed to do to have a place to stay. Even if the warehouse was all dark, leaky, and run down, it was at least better than the streets. And with almost nothing she could call her own, Miyami had no choice but to steal for the Iron Maidens. Not that she minded all that much. These girls were alright. "Yo, I say we all go out and fuckin' celebrate!" While the others cheered on at the suggestion, Miyami just shrugged. "Eh, I think I'll just stay here. Not really interested in much of outside. Besides, someone needs to stay behind to watch the place anyway. You all go have a fun time, alright?" Not that the girl had anything better to do, but she was not a fan of crowds. She would much rather just stay by herself. "Eh, if you say so. I'll bring you back something good tho, alright? Seriously, you deserve it." Miyami simply nodded. "Thanks."And with that, the Iron Maidens began to head out one by one, going towards the couple of cars they had stolen. After peering out the window and seeing them all drive off, Miyami sighed as she walked over to her own corner of the warehouse. Seeing as the place was one giant room, nobody really had their own private room, instead choosing to sleep on their own section of the floor. Getting on her own mattress (stolen, of course), Miyami sighed as she stared blankly at the ceiling. Got this place all to myself. There really was not much to do here. Though the girl considered taking a nap, it was no use. Fucking insomnia. What else was there to do here? After several minutes, Miyami was already bored. Maybe I should go outside. Just in case there's anyone around. It would suck for a random hobo to come in here expecting free sanctuary. But most of the time, nobody came here. And it was unlikely anyone but the Maidens would ever come here. Right? ~ WC 666 ~ |
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on May 2, 2020 11:11:25 GMT -4
A familiar black suit, black vest, black shirt, black slacks, black gloves. The thin and sheer bodysuit covered what skin was revealed, only being her neck. Her clothing was dark, and with this attire, so would be her mindset. A molding of bone over her face in the shape of a skull worn like a mask. But a mask was meant to hide what was underneath, to give a false sense of self. For this night, she was the mask. It was still a part of her. It was as much a mask, as was fur on a dog's face. The soft sound of her loafer's heel could be heard in the silence of the night. A black leather suitcase held in her left hand as she wandered the streets. In truth, she was looking for The Painter. She had debts to pay, and having done what she did, she felt she just had to make things right. Even if she didn't need to apologize to anyone for what she did, after all, it was strictly business. Each step she made, would draw her closer to the sounds of cars. She stopped, closing her eyes, listening to the sounds of the engines. They were simple machines, nothing compared to the possessions she housed at home. She stopped, watching each one drive away, as if in a rush either to get away, or to get somewhere. Where they running from something, or to something? It didn't matter. They were pawns. If she wanted them dead, she would make the sacrifice for them. The price of one soul, to save a dozen others.She listened, and played the sound back in her mind. How far the cars had driven from. She eventually found herself outside of a larger warehouse. She looked it over. It had promise sure, but the idea of the transients turning it into a shantytown was predictable. Though, with no other cars waiting to drive off, it was silent now. Not even a mouse would dare breath to disturb the stillness. "Are we here for business or pleasure?""When it involves playing with lives, it's always both." She thought to herself, smiling as she played with the thought in her mind. Perhaps her small tirade of murder would halt for a night. After all, it was time to find more employees. Now was the best time as any. Mindless pawns, perhaps one would show themselves to be a rook. ~ Word Count: 410 ~ |
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2020 1:35:22 GMT -4
The warehouse only had a single window. A small one on the door. At least this made it easy to see if anyone was outside. Plus, the darkness of the interior (due to the lack of working lights inside, instead being lit by candlelight) made it hard for nosy outsiders to peer inside. As Miyami sighed from boredom and walked up to the door to head outside, she stopped to peer through the window first, in case there was anyone outside. Lo and behold, there just so happened to be somebody outside right now! Fucking hell. Who the fuck could this person be? It was not anyone Miyami recognized, seeing as the rest of the Iron Maidens were heading to the closest place to eat if they did not already arrive. There was one tiny speck of relief in that whoever that was, they did not look anything close to resembling law enforcement. Still, Miyami was naturally wary of strangers. Making sure that her switchblade was in her pocket ready to use if things went to shit (though the girl hoped that using the weapon would not prove to be necessary), Miyami slowly opened the warehouse door, quickly shutting it behind her. As she began to approach the stranger, Miyami noticed the skull mask this person wore. Okay, first off, wow that's metal as fuck. Nice! Second, that's definitely no cop. And third, I need to try to get them away from here. Whatever business they have, I don't want the rest of the gang starting some shit with someone who for all I know could just be a lost tourist or something. Still, it was best to play it cautious. There were usually only two kinds of people who wore masks: Cosplaying nerds, and criminals. Neither or which Miyami liked seeing too close to her or the piece of crap warehouse that was the one thing she currently had that was home. "Hey. Nice night out, ain't it? What brings you here?" ~ WC 333 ~ |
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on May 8, 2020 11:33:43 GMT -4
With an empty street, there was no cars to be seen or heard. The woman stood in the middle of the road, small slow steps until the door opened, a girl stepping outside, and the door shutting behind her. A curious thing. She wouldn't have expected one from within to greet her, and for what reason? Was she mad like the others, or was she another fool who wanted to follow her own rules? Villains. That title meant nothing when it was reduced to a bunch of rebels who failed to carry out true evil. They were all pawns, existing to make heroes look good. That fact wasn't what irked the one in the suit, but the fact that fake heroes, like Darkshine had risen to success because of them... That make them scum. "Quite friendly in the face of danger." she spoke, disregarding the question at first. A half answer, one that could be taken towards her question. "You wouldn't happen to have The Painter inside there, would you?" The suitcase remained in her hand at her side. It would switch hands from behind her back for a bit with each step, until it set on her left. Her right hand reached up towards her mask, only to press under it, feeling the edges while it refused to budge. She looked up at the warehouse, taking steps, but not closer than a couple dozen meters away. ". . . No, I don't suppose you would. If she lived with you, she could have easily bought it with my last payment." She gave a slight bow, before making a half turn to continue down the road. "But, if you do see her, tell her Army of Bones stopped by with her next... settlement."For anyone, what had happened would be a lot to unpack. But to those that knew the woman, Kasey was just getting started.~ Word Count: 313 ~ |
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