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[spice01]

Evelyn thought for a bit "What if I decline your protection?" she also crossed her legs adjusting her dress before looking at the masked man.

[Brox]

"Youll find the otehr gangs arnt so open minded, and you wont survive on your own out there. But by all means run of and die." Banshee wafts his hand through the air and walks standing sliding open the heavy iron door too his little roudn office.

[spice01]

She watches Banshee as he walks and opens the door to his office. She turns around in her chair as he moves around. Evelyn hesitates before she responds. "What would servitude or information include?" She knew that without her fathers inheritance she wouldn't be able to pay for protection for long. But Banshee was probably right, the other gangs would just rob her or kill her and she know where else to go. She wouldn't last a week on the streets with out help. She watched Banshee carefully waiting for a response.

[Brox]

BAnshee swung the door shut and slid the bolt back across twisting it up to lock it into black, he walks back something in his left trouser leg hissing like the escaping off air. "INformation, about other gangs which obvouisly you cant provide. And servitude is offering up hatever skills you have to work for the gang and be trained in varouis skills also."

[spice01]

Evelyn huffed "Who says I cant provide information about other gangs?" She crossed her arms watching him move. She wondered what else was in this building, and how many others were here. It dawned on her that she probably wasn't the first elite to sit in this chair and wondered what her chances of living actually were. Despite this her face seemed slightly annoyed and her eyes were full of determination.

[Brox]

"Please, do tell me what you know then, your survial is guranteed regardless, I will either let you go or provide you with sheleter depending upon your answer. You will leave our home alive." Banshee leans back in his chair resting one of his hands against his mask even with the leather gloves between them there is a faint ring of metal on metal.

[spice01]

Evelyn sighed as he called her bluff. She shivered slightly remembering the cold. Being in a gang was her best shot and she knew it. "What kind of job will I be doing?..." she looked at her boots as she gave in.

[Brox]

"TEll me of the skills you currently posses." Banshee leans back in his chair placing a boot up on the table the sprints built into the bottom of them visible too her.

((sorry writers block))

[spice01]

Evelyn gives him a slightly devious look "I have many talents, some are better left unsaid." She produces 3 throwing knives from her bag "I am pretty good at throwing knives, I have an extensive knowledge of human anatomy and chemistry" She looks at him curiously. "Im probably not the typical recruit" a blue haze flashed through her eyes. It lasted less than a moment.

[Brox]

"Do you have any surgical skill? I have fighters i could use a surgeon. We will of course train you to fight and how to use our apparatus aswell." BAnshee nods leaning across the counter a hand uncurling streching out towards her palm facing up as if waiting for a knife to be placed in the hand, or construct whatever it might be.