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[ghostlyhamlet]

-Nicolas Rowan Knight-

eighteen || male || demisexual || mamba || location; apartment hallway || tags; Joan, Hazlia

Shrugging off the scene he witnessed, which was finished as quickly as it started it seemed, he decided to go walk off somewhere that was not tension filled. As he walked, he heard some noises and went to the scene, where his eyes slightly widened at the sight. There was a random stranger pulling a knife on a recruits face, sighing silently he walked over confidently, although his age would probably distract from that. He then grabbed Joan's arm, surprising gentle although firmly, and pulled her behind him before staring down the seemingly intruder. "I'd put that away if I were you," he spoke, his sunglasses helping his emotionless expression as he seemed unafraid of the knife that she still had pulled.

[peachpit.]

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[gender] cisfemale.
[sexuality] heterosexual.
[age] seventeen.
[gang/rank] mambas, sic.
[crush] none.
[mood] confident,
in the mood for trouble.
[location]apartment.
[tags] blair.
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ｍｉｌｌａ "ｓｔｉｃｋｙ ｆｉｎｇｅｒｓ" ｒａｍｉｒｅｚ !

milla sighed. the thought 'maybe she was a bit too harsh' sat lazily in the back of her mind. was she really, though? that new girl had no right to eavesdrop on a private conversation. refusing the thought profusely, she cursed under her breath. she was not going soft. the gang was like a pack of wild dogs, at the first sign of submission she would be walked over, dethroned. this was her gang to protect, her only family, and she needed to keep dominance over it.

milla had dozed off before the soft thud of blair plopping onto the couch tugged her gently out of her snooze. she yawned before ingesting her words. "me too, that newbie's got the boss questioning my authority, i don't like it." milla wasn't exactly sure why she had been opening up to blair. maybe it was because she was a pot overflowing with thoughts that had festered in her mind for hours. she got to her feet and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. god, that was a good nap. "we're gonna need some weapons, this is foreign turf." she began, sliding the brass plates over her bandaged knuckles and pocketing a switchblade. " i don't believe you won't be caught slugging around with a kitchen knife. help yourself." she gestured to the various pocket knives and brass knuckles she kept in a small wooden box. the small plethora of weapons filled to the brim. "you can keep whatever you find fitting, i've got plenty." she grumbled slipping on her oversized jean jacket. a small patch of a viper plastered on the right side of the jacket, she knew she was asking for trouble. "trouble's my middle name." she whispered under her breath, checking herself out in the mirror. she was rough looking, bruised face, busted lip, greasy hair, bloody knuckles. god, she couldn't remember the last time she had touched concealer. maybe it was for the better. a faint though of her parent floated in her mind, but she quickly pushed it away.as she waited for blair to get ready, she pulled her hair in a slick pony-tailed. not too shabby. "remember, don't reveal my name, and i won't reveal yours, ok wasp?" she called from her room, walking anxiously to the door.

[yelenabelova]

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⠀⠀cis female / twenty / demisexual / theodore
⠀⠀ bulldogs, recruit / location: inside warehouse
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grace shook her head, "i don't think you speaking for me would be a great start." still, grace was unsure whether or not to confront the leader now or later. bitting her lip, grace looked at theodore, "do you know where the second is? i think i'll start there and then-" grace stopped herself from rambling, "figure the rest out later."

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⠀⠀cis female / twenty four / bisexual / austin
⠀⠀lions, second / location: hotel lobby
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anne thought for a moment, weighing the options. she didn't exactly have anything better to do at the moment, but at the same time she could think of something better to do than walk the perimeter or help train. still, anne knew austin could be impatient with recruits from experience. "i could help with both." she grinned, "besides we both know what happens when you get impatient." pushing herself away from the couch, anne looked around the lobby, "i guess i'll round them up. do you know where any of them are?"

[koushi.]

name addison jeoung age 21 rank mamba leader tags jocelyn
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"It's actually dirt cheap, and that's without the employee discount." Addison said, opening the door. A little bell on it dinged and the warm smell of food reached him. A few of the waiters looked up and he waved at him, and he gave them a salute in return. "Sit wherever. They won't care." He said with a grin.

[rottenyeen]

Jocelyn|17|Mambas|Cheerful|Dragon's Breath|Tags: Addison mentions Milla

"Oh wow it sure smells nice in here!" She says cheerfully, taking a seat near the left side window booth. She takes a look at the menu and decides to order the chicken burger & cherry milkshake. "What do you think you're getting?" Mouse asks to Addison. That's when she notices- he's already walking over to the front to prepare the meat. "oh-okay-" she says, amazed at how nice most people *cough* everyone but Milla *cough* is being. The incident with Milla still makes her ponder. 'Should have I fought her? no.. that. She was scared for her rabbit. I get why she'd throw hands. If some angry predator came into my apartment near my Gucci, I'd be mad too.' she thinks. Her thinking is interrupted by Addison walking into our booth with his food and mine. He passes the cherry milkshake over and I take a sip. HECC ITS GOOD. "Do you want a sip? It's super good!" She says but then remembers.. He works here. He's probably had all the food on the menu. She blushes from her stupidity and takes a bite of the chicken burger to hide her peachy cheeks. She smiles. The food's nice. He's nice. Life is finally somewhat nice again.

[koushi.]

name addison jeoung age 21 rank mamba leader tags jocelyn
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As he was a part-time cook, it seemed only fair that Addison introduced her to the wonder that was Dragon's Breath. A hole in the wall place that had the best kimchi this side of town. So he grabbed a burger for her and a plate of the good stuff. He was heading back when a waitress, Mina, pulled him aside. "Hot date, Addy?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows. Addy couldn't help but blush and spat out a few choice words before walking away and setting the plates down. "This is kimchi. It's one of my mom's favorite things to cook." He took a quiet bite and closed his eyes as the familiar taste washed over him.

At the offer of the milkshake, he shook his head. "Thanks, but I'll stick to water." He said and took a sip of his water, eying the place. Even though it was Mamba turf, there was no guarantee there wouldn't be unwanted guests walking around.

[rottenyeen]

Jocelyn|17|Mambas|Comfortable|Dragon's Breath|Tags: Addison

She pouts when her offer of a milkshake is declined. The smell of kimchi fills her nostrils and makes her mouth water. The only kimchi she's had is the one-dollar-corner-store noodles. "I really like this place." She says and takes a sip of her milkshake. "Is there a tip jar? I really want to tip. You guys deserve it." She says with a warm smile, looking around for a jar but not seeing one. "Thank you for taking me out to eat. I really needed this. And, as the first meal alone without my family nagging at me, it's an amazing one." She says and reaches out to hold his hand. Mouse feels a warm feeling in her stomach. Happiness.

[zara3447]

:. hazlia zherat | mamba | medic | 5'9 | pansexual | female | tags; joan, nicolas .:
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Haze honestly wanted to roll her eyes so badly, childish as it was. Another Mamba is seemed, yet another youngling who didn't really have the sense to be afraid of her. "Jesus Christ, what does a woman have to do to get a job around here?" She huffed, knife not moving an inch. "I'm not sure if you're aware, but when a stranger threatens to pull a gun on you, you retaliate. Good lesson to learn early, or you'll be 'late' before you know it."

Shaking her head, Haze scanned the room. If there was any chance of more members joining in, she wouldn't want to risk fighting her way out. It would leave too many injuries-- and casualties. She focused her gaze back on the two. "Now, are we able to have a civilized discussion around here? Preferably one not involving weapons? Even if it looks like I'm going to have to stab someone just to have some work." Warning edged her razor grin, and her head tilted in an uncannily feline motion. The scar across her face stretched with the motion. Moving with exaggerated slowness, Haze lowered her arm to slide her throwing knife back into her belt.

She studied the two, memorizing their features and stance in case it would come in handy for identifying assassins in the future. The male wore blocky black sunglasses, concealing much of his face, but Haze was fairly confident she would be able to pick him out in a crowd. The girl had a delicate, feminine look ill-suited to the rough streets, but anyone could be an orphan or a runaway, she supposed. "Let's keep it direct. I'm looking for a job that pays. A friend of mine told me you guys had a medic spot open. Now I'm here to find out if Tony is going to be eviscerated in his sleep tonight for lying to me."

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:. addeli morrow | lion | recruit | 5'7 | bisexual | female | tags; austin, anne .:
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The Lions seemed to have claimed a quality hideout, if quality was measured by expansiveness. Truly, the hotel was massive. Adli wandered through the many empty hallways. Her fingers danced nervously on the grip of the handgun in her pocket, and she kept a sweeping gaze on all her unfamiliar surroundings. The wallpaper was peeling slightly, and long-abandoned ice machines added to the general feel of desolation. She didn't mind the state of the building, though. It was the chance of running into the people that had her on edge.

Every little sound or shadow made her jump. Vending machines as she turned a corner seemed to suggest the profile of a hidden ambusher. Groaning wood planks above her head made her think of heavily armed stalkers. Adli had grown up in the comforting shadows of so many buildings like this one, but she couldn't truly feel at home with the knowledge that she shared this space not with ghosts long gone but a dangerous street gang. Shivering a little, the redhead quickened her pace.

Adli was still torn between searching a Lion out and hiding away for the rest of the day, when the decision was made for her. She had wandered past one of the entrances to the main lobby when voices halted her in her tracks. Steeling herself, she entered the room with gaze to the floor and posture small and nonthreatening. "Excuse me, am I interrupting something?" She asked, voice sweet but timid. Inside, she was near quivering, but she kept a death grip on her manners. Not that it mattered to these Lions, whoever they were, she suspected.

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[ghostlyhamlet]

-Nicolas Rowan Knight-

eighteen || male || demisexual || mamba || location; apartment hallway || tags; Joan, Hazlia

He raised an eyebrow at her words and rolled his eyes behind his glasses as he continued to stare her down, twirling his own knife at his side as he waited for her to do what he asked, because if she didn't, he'd have to make her. "I wouldn't be talking so cocky if I were you, he commented as he knew his rank was higher than hers would ever be and if anything were to happen to him because of her, she'd surely be blood in the water, but he watched her, examining her movements and tone of voice. "I'd go back to Tony then," he said before pausing, his small facial scars littering his face along with burns over his hands and an exposed spot on the side of his neck, "if we were, we'd come to you, and you wouldn't be threatening members if you ever did want to join, because trust me, it won't be taken as lightly as now, Hazlia Zherat," Nicolas said with a hint of a dangerous undertone despite his steady and calm voice.

[koushi.]

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name addison jeoung age 21 rank mamba leader tags jocelyn
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Addison sees her hand coming and wrenches it away, placing it in his lap under the table. In an instant, his face hardens and he cleared his throat. "We should get out of here before it's too late." He muttered, taking another sip of his water before standing up. He throws a few crumpled bills onto the table, says goodbye to Mina in Korean, and stalks out of the restaurant with his hands in his pockets. Damn her! Addison growls in frustration, leaning against the brick of the building. He imagines the hurt on her face but it's pushed out by his heart rate. Calm down. He scolds himself. With one deep breath, he pushes off of the wall and steels his expression back into it's usual coolness. He won't slip up, not this time.