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[RedAteTheKitty]

Hattie
N o r t h

Hattie looked at the dog then at Rune with wide eyes. I guess so... can we keep him? She lookdd at Rune with wide pleading eyes. Hattie held her hand out to the dog, it sniffed her hand then licked it and wagged its nubbed tail. Hattie smiled and stroked the dogs velvety ears.

[inadequate]

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• r u n e . a v e r y . n i e l s e n •
Male | 19 years | Head Assassin | North
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>>Rune shook his head and sat back down, "There's no way the Clan will be able to take care of a dog. We barely have enough money for our own food since job requests are getting even more and more scarce." The older male hissed and clutched his healing wounds when the itches turned into burning sensations; he laid down and stared tiredly up at the ceiling, silently hoping none of his Assassins were getting themselves into trouble. "Sorry, Hattie. We can't keep him."

• l y r i c . r o s e . m a s o n •
Female | 14 years | 'little killer' Assassin | South
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>>Lyric's stomach snarled viciously at her again and she clutched in an attempt to make it shut up. "I'm trying to find a way to feed you, so quit making those weird sounds!" The girl paused and looked around wildly to make sure no one had heard her talking to her own internal organ. She pulled her phone from her pocket and sent a text to the siblings of the Clan- Katsa and Alex. -Guys, I'm huuuuuunnngry. Feed me.-

• 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
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>>Adrian laughed, without humor, and shoved his hands in his hoodie's pockets, "No. I earned my money, I'm not giving it to some worthless hobo." His caramel eyes focused on her katana (are they?) and he sauntered a little closer to inspect them at a new angle. "You just wanderin' 'round the city with a couple of blades? Seems a bit abnormal for a common citizen... It's like you're an assassin or something!" The teen laughed again and kicked a rotted apple core at the wall behind Claire, keeping his tone light so he could try and squeeze a confession from her lips. "But there aren't any assassins around here... The last Clan died off a few years ago." The chains to his owns weapons jangled when he shifted his weight to his left leg - The actual blades and hilts were concealed, so there was no way of telling if they were Kyoketsu or not.

[damara.]

ᴄʟᴀɪʀᴇ

It was obvious to her by now that he was an assassin. She shoved her wallet in her pocket, along with her hands to dig out a tin. She opened it, it held inside only one cigarette and a lighter, she sighed, as she placed the last one in between her lips; flicking the lighter on to smoke it. Claire put the tin and lighter back into her pocket as she clutched the cigarette with two fingers. She breathed it in and then removed it from her lips; pushing the smoke out. "Clan?", she questioned, obviously knowing the answer. Her plan was to act stupid and try not to get into a fight. "These are just for sport, ya know kendo. Except my trainer wanted me to use real swords this time. He's a nut, what can I say.", she placed the cig back between her lips, taking as long as a drag as possible before removing it, she blew the smoke away from him, He's only fifteen after all.

[inadequate]

• r u n e . a v e r y . n i e l s e n •
Male | 19 years | Head Assassin | North
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>>Rune shook his head and sat back down, "There's no way the Clan will be able to take care of a dog. We barely have enough money for our own food since job requests are getting even more and more scarce." The older male hissed and clutched his healing wounds when the itches turned into burning sensations; he laid down and stared tiredly up at the ceiling, silently hoping none of his Assassins were getting themselves into trouble. "Sorry, Hattie. We can't keep him."

• l y r i c . r o s e . m a s o n •
Female | 14 years | 'little killer' Assassin | South
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>>Lyric's stomach snarled viciously at her again and she clutched in an attempt to make it shut up. "I'm trying to find a way to feed you, so quit making those weird sounds!" The girl paused and looked around wildly to make sure no one had heard her talking to her own internal organ. She pulled her phone from her pocket and sent a text to the siblings of the Clan- Katsa and Alex. -Guys, I'm huuuuuunnngry. Feed me.-

• 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
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>>Adrian narrowed his eyes when the gut-wrenching stench of the cigarette smoke wafted near him; his hand shot out and snatched the cig from her fingers, crushing it in a clenched fist. He dropped the crumbled remains to the ground and wiped his burned palm on his pants to remove the leftover ash. "There are better ways to die than lung cancer. Like by blade, the sharp edges make beautiful colors emerge." He grinned and returned his hands to his pockets, he knew she was an assassin now.

[damara.]

ᴄʟᴀɪʀᴇ

"That was my last one.", she shrugged, if that was how he was going to be then so be it. "Listen kid, I'm not going to get into a fight with you. Right now I just want to take a nap and all you're doing is being an annoying alarm clock." All she wanted to do at the moment was find somewhere to sleep, "This was a nice conversation." It was a rude 'good-bye' but it was good enough. At least I have enough money to buy some food and another carton. Claire truly didn't want to get into a fight right now; although if she won she would get a bit of cash off him. But no, she didn't want to do that, plus by the looks of it he was in the other clan. Sheesh, like what she needed was to die right now.

[Socks + Lani]

• Alex snorted at Lyric's text. He replied quickly, even though he wasn't sure about having Lyric at the same premises as him. The girl's sour temper sometimes bought out the worst in him and he didn't want to risk a fight with her when he was already annoyed enough as it was. There was no way he could win. I'm in the basement at 204 on the corner of Folton and Bank Having sent that, he tossed his phone away again and reached for his laptop, pulling it back onto his lap. While he waited to see if Lyric accepted his hidden offer of food; he might as well work on the security mainframe. He was bored of the useless re-coding of North's database- it was getting him no where. As long as his Clan's was safe from the hackers of the opposing Clan, Alex would be happy.

[inadequate]

• r u n e . a v e r y . n i e l s e n •
Male | 19 years | Head Assassin | North
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>>Rune shook his head and sat back down, "There's no way the Clan will be able to take care of a dog. We barely have enough money for our own food since job requests are getting even more and more scarce." The older male hissed and clutched his healing wounds when the itches turned into burning sensations; he laid down and stared tiredly up at the ceiling, silently hoping none of his Assassins were getting themselves into trouble. "Sorry, Hattie. We can't keep him."

• l y r i c . r o s e . m a s o n •
Female | 14 years | 'little killer' Assassin | South
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>>Lyric's stomach continued making 'feed me' noises, even when she read the text about Alexander having food for her. She didn't quite like him, his personality was almost the complete opposite of her own and they never did get along very well... The girl shrugged it off and changed her course so she was heading in the direction of Folton street; once the building with the painted address 204 loomed into view, the little killer glanced around before slipping inside and searching for the basement entrance.

• 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
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>>Adrian only shrugged as she walked away, aiming a few more words at her retreating figure. "Cool, smokers are gross anyway." Once he, too, was out and away from the alley, he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Katsa's number.

[Socks + Lani]

• Katsa's phone jolted her out of her reverie as she fumbled for it in her pockets before drawing it out and answering. "What do you want Adrian" she asked, though inwardly she was glad that her young assassin had bought her out of her treacherous thoughts. "Whatever it is be quick about it because at the moment I'm on my last string of patience" And she hated her phone. Hated using it, hated having to have it on her. She hated it flat out and avoided it at all costs. She preferred her meetings face to face.
  
  
• Alex was just locking down his laptop as he heard some scuffling outside the entrance to the basement. He stayed still for a couple of seconds, his eyes trained towards the entrance. The boy weighed up the odds. No one knew where he was. Someone may have traced the text. The odds were telling him it was Lyric. The boy slipped his laptop away and crawled over to his bag, pulling out the jumbo sized bag of chocolate bars. It had taken him a long time to get Katsa to give him the money to but this, but eventually she had caved and told him not to spend the twenty bucks all at once. He had five of the twenty left.

[damara.]

ᴄʟᴀɪʀᴇ

"Ass", she mumbled as she adjusted her hat and walked towards the nearest convince store. She planned on buying some chips before heading towards Rune to tell him that she ran into an annoying southern. She sighed, guess I won't get any sleep after all. She fixed her hat again as she entered the store, the bell chiming at her arrival. Claire picked out a bag of salt and vinegar then pointed to her favorite pack brand behind the counter. She paid the clerk and looked at the remainder of her money, well that sucks.
Claire left the store leaning outside the wall, she pulled out her phone and started to text Rune, "Where are you? Got something to talk about." She popped open the bag of chips and began to eat her five dollar dinner.

[amphetamine.]

N҉i҉x҉i҉e҉ ҉ B҉l҉a҉z҉e҉

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

Sighing softly I put the cloth that I was using back into my pocket and began picking up my weapons. I moved slowly not exactly in much of a rush and began the tedious process of strapping weapons back onto my body and making sure the were properly concealed. After I'd finished I walked towards the edge of the building stopping when I was mere inches from falling. Staring down at the ground below I considered jumping down but was too lazy so taking the easy way, I simply climbed down the fire escape. "Wow, I'm in these alleys much too often." With that being said I walked off towards the docks. It wasn't as if I had anything better to do. Plus, if I took the long way I could snag a few apples from my favorite tree in the park.