M a s q u e r a d e | accepting! | Assassin RP

[RedAteTheKitty]

[ I need to do Misha.... but I'm going to wait for now... I don't feeeel like it. ]

[inadequate]

{ Okay XD Rune responded, by the way ^.^ }

[Socks + Lani]

.{finished, finally u___u}.

[inadequate]

{ They're all accepted ^_^ Start whenever/wherever you like c: }

[inadequate]

{ Bump. }

[RedAteTheKitty]

Hattie
N o r t h

She moaned noncommittally. Fine. Then rolled over gingerly with a grunt of pain, facing the wall now. She kept her eyes at half-mast. She would have been rubbing her eyes, if she wasn't scared to hurt herself even more.

She tried to ignore the shooting pain in her leg, and shoulder. She instead focused on positive energy, she knew from experience that staying more positive-ish would help with the pain, and healing. She reflected on when she was a young kid of 8, after losing her parents and being shot multiple times... she hadn't given up, then it had been her horses to get her through. She had done riding therapy on her horse Ban. She just wanted to focus on something other than the pain then, Ban had made her focus to ride.

Looking back, he had saved her life.

[inadequate]

• r u n e . a v e r y . n i e l s e n •
Male | 19 years | Head Assassin | North

>>After a few hours of patrolling a perimeter around the west end of San Fran, Rune stopped by a market to stock up on apples and bread rolls. He returned to the pier an hour or so before sunset to drop the food off in cooled bins they used for storing non-preserved products. He slid his sword from his back after removing his jacket and crawled tiredly onto his pile of old nets to doze off.

• l y r i c . r o s e . m a s o n •
Female | 14 years | 'little killer' Assassin | South

>>San Francisco was starting to bug the h*ll out of Lyric; she had been there since the big mission of long ago and wouldn't leave since she knew a vast majority of her Clan were still roaming the city. Her target was dead, her crude injuries were healed into ugly white scars (which she wore quite proudly), three of her precious knives were gone, and she was starving without money. Adam once paid for way to San Fran but she had no clue as to wear he was; she knew of the fact that Havoc was now in the area but she didn't want to risk getting into a fatal spar with him since she was in such a poor condition. The Head Assassin of South, along with her little brother, Alex, were also not on her list of 'locations-known.' Shouts sounded nearby and the girl lifted her gaze a smidge in time to see another teen, about her age, scale the fire escape of a building and disappear inside.

• a d r i a n . " h a v o c " . m i c h a e l . m e y e r s •
Male | 15 years | 'little killer' Assassin | South

>>Adrian wrinkled his nose and kept his eyes on Nixie until she disappeared before turning and heading back the way he came from. He was bored out of his mind and he was hoping to find Lyric or Alex so he could fight them - he was even in the mood to fight Katsa but that had to wait until Bloodbath - the city's disgusting population brushed passed him on the skinny sidewalk in their hurry to get to their destinations and he pushed and shoved his way through them as well. Chains rattled together with the boy's long strides as he reached up toward his head to fix his now-windblown hair; he checked his phone for the time and his stomach growled just as he realized it was time for the second meal of the day: lunch.

[RedAteTheKitty]

Hattie
N o r t h

She looked up at Rune as he came in, then flopped back down. She suddenly felt something wet snuffle her arm, she shocked awake. Opening her eyes to be faced with a large Rottweiler. She yelped in surprise, bolting up then immediately sinking down. The rottweiler sat there panting. He was a handsome dog, quite large, but adorable.

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[Socks + Lani]

• Katsa massaged her temples, sitting cross-legged on the top of a generator atop a block of apartments. "No" she muttered to herself, leaning forward so that her forehead was resting on one of her knees. "This is not working" she hissed. Even sitting down, her legs tugged at her to get up and pace. Her younger brother might think that he could hack anything under the sun but she was worried. If he wasn't carefully; his breech of the mainframe would spread through North Clan like a wildfire and he would have god knows how many assassins on his tail. The girl shook her head fiercely, as if ordering herself to forget her petty worries. It had always been something for her- she simply couldn't bring herself to be totally calm about anything.
  
  
• Alex clicked at a space in the security code and replaced some of the coding, biting his lip softly in concentration. The boy pressed the enter button and listened to the whirring and the satisfying ding as he passed through to the next stage in the mainframe. His hope began to rise as no more coding came up on the screen. He began to move his mouse over to one of the files, but as soon as his hand touched the touch-pad, a coding screen came up. Groaning in agitation, he set aside his laptop and crawled over to his bag, pulling out his phone. He supposed he should see if any of his clan mates were close by; they might appreciate his new little shelter. His fingers flew over the keys and he administrated a round robin text; where u at found shelter if u close ~ alex. The reply from Katsa came almost instantly, though she said she was busy and wouldn't be keeping him company. He rolled his eyes and placed his phone inside his bag again.
  
  
• Brooklyn was aware of how loud the sound of her footsteps sounded in the copse of trees growing on the side of the road. She'd bailed out of her last car as soon as the teenage girls had begun playing their monstrosity they called 'music'. The girl shuddered at the memory, glancing ahead. She hoped to catch a glimpse of the lights, something to tell her she was almost home. She was rewarded with nothing. Heaving a bitter sigh, the girl trudged on. Her boots sounded loud against the near silence of the miniature forest, her breathing was hoarse and ragged from hours of walking. Her legs ached and her eyes were tired from lack of sleep. If she had to walk much longer, the girl felt sure that she would keel over and sleep right where she fell. Sighing again, Brooklyn tightened her ponytail and put on an extra burst of speed, this time veering slightly further into the trees.
  
  
• Brent sat calmly in the armchair, his hands softly caressing the gun with the cloth. The sharp tang of polish wreathed around him as the cloth became increasingly greased and dirty from his cleaning of the gun. He began to hum a tune to a song he'd heard playing on the radio the night before. This house out of town had been in his family for generations, and he was certain not one of his clan mates knew of it. It was his haven; the place he went when he needed space. Which was often, as Brent was not usually a social person. He gently placed the gun back in it's case and pulled the next one out, beginning to repeat his tender procedure.
  
  
• Amanda giggled slightly as a gust of wind picked up her blonde locks and whisked them around her face fiercely. She pulled her cherry-red beanie down further over her ears; hurrying onward. The girl was wearing tight black leggings. heavy military boots, a wispy top that matched her beanie with a white singlet underneath, and a brown, short trench coat over top. Her eyes were disguised by big, chunky, 80's style sunglasses as she rushed down the footpath. Her phone buzzed but she ignored it, eventually letting go of her beanie so that her hands were free to swing by her sides as she walked. Her shoulders brushed that of other citizens, but she didn't let it faze her. Instead, she watched calmly ahead; scanning the crowd of people for the telltale signs of the people she was looking for. Those people would be her friends in the Clan; Alex, Lyric and Adrian. Among them she and Alex were really the only friends, though she liked being around the others because they were close to her age. Smiling to herself, she ducked under the arm of someone waving pamphlets and forged on down the street.

[amphetamine.]

N҉i҉x҉i҉e҉ A҉k҉u҉m҉a҉ B҉l҉a҉z҉e҉

Nixanaria Akuma Blaze
Rank: Little Killer~North
Age: 15
Gender: Female

I walked back towards the city bored, not knowing what to do with my free time. I had barely gotten off the hook for skipping out on training and was thanking my lucky stars that he didn't decide a sparring match was to be my punishment. Checking behind myself to ensure I wasn't being followed, I disappeared into an alley and scaled yet another fire escape to reach the roof of the building. Despite my being so new to the clan, I'd already developed some very useful skills. I walked along the very edge of the building carelessly looking down at the city streets below observing the bustling civilians. I plopped down letting my feet dangle over the edge and pulled out all of my weapons and a small cloth. Starting with my twin sai, I began slowly cleaning and shining the blades mentally kicking myself for not having my tools for cleaning and sharpening them properly.