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Jesse ▸ Female ▸ 21▸ Hetero ▸
Member ▸ Bulldogs ▸ Location; Outside of
warehouse ▸ Tags; Open

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Jesse walked outside of the warehouse on an
old and cracked sidewalk. Along with her pet
macaw, Rio sitting on her shoulder as she wa-
lked. Jesses' mind was filled with many thoug-
hts, and all she wanted to do was to get them
out. She sighed and continued walking further
up the long sidewalk. She remembered this v-
ery street that was had a stirr honking cars and
talking people. Those were just some of the me-
mories that she remembered.

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[yelenabelova]

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⠀⠀cis female / twenty / demisexual / theodore
⠀⠀ bulldogs, recruit / location: inside warehouse
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frowning as olivia knocked into her, grace whipped her head around and glared at the woman. while she may be anxious, that didn't mean she wasn't capable of hitting back. she thinks about shoving back at her leader, but realizes that would be the worst idea ever. as much as she didn't hold trust in any of the members, she trusted the fact that she wouldn't be welcome if she got into any kind of physical altercation with the leader. looking to theodore, grace walked over carefully. "i was going to ask her if there was anything i can do. i don't like being idle when i can do more."

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⠀⠀cis female / twenty four / bisexual / austin
⠀⠀lions, second / location: hotel lobby
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once in the lobby, anne's eyes focused on austin who lay sprawled on the couch with his cat. hearing the tv running, anne walked over the couch, leaning her hands against it. she watched as the newsperson discussed the current state of the county; that gang violence had gone down. "they're not catching onto us." she mused. looking at zing-zing, she frowned. "pregnant again?" anne looked over to austin tilting her head, "any plans today or will you be laying on this couch all day?" she was joking, mostly.

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[Joan] Cameron
Tags; Open

No answer...great. Where was she supposed to go now? It didn't make any sense just standing around in the hallways. Sighing heavily Joan stepped away from the doorway looking slowly uo and down the hallway. Frustration was slowly building up inside her but she wouldn't let herself break down. "I'll have to find someone else... There doesn't seem to be anyone else though." Hearing her thoughts outloud helped her hold a calm composure.

Running a hand through her tangled hair Joan began to, once again, wander the many hallways of the Mambas hideout. Likely looking more miserable with every passing moment.

[Theo]dore King
Tags; Grace.

Theo tilted his head softly as Olivia walked out. It baffled him that she could get so worked up over the recruits. Maybe he'd ask her sometime, but it seemed that time would have to be later. Gently scratching behind Rambo's ear Theodore finally turned his gaze to Grace, listening ti what she had to say with a thoughtful look. "Don't take any offense to Olivia's actions, she's always been a bit sour towards recruits." He pause for a second chuckling softly.

"I can understand your dislike for standing idle, it never is much fun doing nothing when you know there is stuff to be done. Hm... If you'd like I could talk to her or maybe you should seek out the second." His slight southern accent came through the more he spoke. Not that he noticed. Theodore was just glad to be helping. Much like he loved giving pets and love to Rambo.

[zara3447]

:. hazlia zherat | mamba | medic | 5'9 | pansexual | female | tags; joan .:
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Haze stood on the cracked concrete sidewalk, gazing at the massive set of apartment ruins across the street. There was a slight breeze, tearing at her bleach-white hair and sending her cropped khaki jacket fluttering. Tilting her head in contemplation, the woman reached up to toy absentmindedly with the messy low bun. This place looked like trouble. And-- like so many of the ruined places in the world-- it called to her like a siren in the mist.

Eyes of amber-gold scanned the empty streets with almost a haughty air, an empty smile etched onto her lips. For a moment, she weighed the merits of walking into an abandoned apartment complex in a run-down area of town based solely on a tip-off from one of her 'friends' in the chatroom last night. Then she decided that she simply couldn't care less, and that her days were spent pointlessly enough anyways. What was the worst that could happen? If she was jumped, she could handle herself in a fight. Besides, there was nothing to steal in her knapsack except for an old laptop and medical supplies. Her throwing knives and favorite dagger were kept on her body at all times, as well as any loose change she happened to have yet thrown into her bank account. And finally, somehow she just knew that whoever she was going to meet in there couldn't be half as bad as the scum her various 'services' usually attracted.

Mind made up, Haze strolled across the deserted road and right down the dark, filthy stairwell. The doors looked a decade old and rarely-- if ever-- washed during that time, yet Haze was grinning as she pushed them open and stepped into a dingy lobby. The first thing she registered was the supremely untasteful decoration of the dark space. The second was the dark-haired girl staring right at her. Cocking her head, Haze raised an eyebrow. "You a Mamba, or do I have the wrong address?"

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:. addeli morrow | lion | recruit | 5'7 | bisexual | female | tags; open .:
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"Father broke you heart, didn't he, mama?" Green eyes, too soulful to belong on a face so young, gazed upwards into the beautiful woman's face. Full, scarlet-painted lips flattened in fury, and she knew to cower. The blonde straightened to her full height and struck the little girl.

"You will shut your filthy, lying mouth that you got from your dirty traitor of a father, or I'll tape it closed!" She had, many times before. The young girl shivered, more from the crippling fear than the sting on her cheek. Wild green eyes stared her down, and more than anything, she wished she could disappear.

She shouldn't have said a word. But she did, and she would be punished. Mama would take that black tape and wrap it around her head so she couldn't breath and ripped out chunks of hair when she took it off. And then she would throw her into the upstairs closet where she would choke on the shadows and die alone, alone in the dark.

Adli gasped awake with a silent cry, the ghost of tears brushing cold against bloodless cheeks. Fine, she was fine. There was no duct tape over her mouth so she couldn't scream or so much as breathe. There was no locked closet door, wood splinters digging into tiny, desperately scrabbling hands. And Merie Morrow was far, far away. Left behind in another life. One that Adli had tried so, so hard but just couldn't seem to forget.

Abruptly, her surroundings came into focus. For a moment, she stared in shocked silence at the chipped ceiling plaster and dull beige walls. Hand flying underneath her pillow on habit, Adli fought down the terror that came so instinctively. She was safe, or safe as she would ever be. Perhaps taking advantage of a gang's mercy or pity was a low standard for well-being, but alive was the standard she held these days. Well, the pounding of her heart was a reassurance of that, at least.

Sighing soundlessly, Adli rolled out of the cheap cot and onto her feet. A cursory scan of the small room had her cataloging the position of every item leaning against the walls or in the desk. Once she was satisfied that not a thing was out of place, she allowed herself to relax marginally. Humming to herself, she untangled her thick mane of red hair with her fingers as she unlocked the deadbolt across the door and slid into the hotel hall.

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[heartstrung]

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Jesse ▸ Female ▸ 21▸ Hetero ▸
Member ▸ Bulldogs ▸ Location; Outside of
warehouse ▸ Tags; Open

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Jesse sighed once more and headed off back
to the warehouse. Rio squawked, "Let's go
back to the warehouse, okay?" She said, exch-
anging a glance with him. She then entered the
ware house, the old creaking doors were opened
once more. Jesse went up the old stairs, a neut-
ral expression covered her face. She went up
to her little area and sat down on the old, ripped
up chair. Thenn Rio jumped onto one of the couch
arms. Jesse began to glance out of the window, but
something made her feel...well unsafe.

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[lameloserlexi]

Austin Rozario // Twenty-three // Male // Lions Leader // Tags: Anna

Austin stretched out, letting out a huge yawn. "Well, I was thinking of taking all the recruits on a walk around our territory, or perhaps training them with whatever weapon they have or don't have." He thought out loud. "You could help too if you've got nothing better to do." He adding teasingly. However, he would accept the offer to help. Austin couldn't stand recruits sometimes, he was bad at teaching people.

Ezequiel "Z" Bentoli // Eighteen // Male // Bulldogs Recruit // Tags: Open

Z kept walking along the street, looking at the address he had written down on a slip of paper. The Bulldogs seemed pretty hostile to him until he said he wanted to join. It took some convincing, but he made it work. 'Just never mention Austin...' Despite his resentment towards his cousin, he wouldn't turn against him to that extent. As he came upon the warehouse, Z gave it a quick look. "C'mon, Little Lady. It'll be fun, you'll get plenty of time outside!" He told her, but the dog just gave out a big huff and kept walking towards the building. "Alright, let's go that sassy." He talked to the dog, probably sounding a bit crazy.

[peachpit.]

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[gender] cisfemale.
[sexuality] heterosexual.
[age] seventeen.
[gang/rank] mambas, sic.
[s.o/crush] none.
[mood] sleepy.
[location]hallway.
[tags] none.
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ｍｉｌｌａ "ｓｔｉｃｋｙ ｆｉｎｇｅｒｓ" ｒａｍｉｒｅｚ !

a soft thud had brought milla into consciousness. she cursed under her breath as she pushed the messy strands of silver hair out of her face. upon closer inspection, she had identified the thud as the half empty pizza box that she kicked off her bed. a loud groan shot out of her lungs, as she threw herself onto her back. caught in her peripheral vision, she could see mae peering out of the large pin she kept her in. "you hungry monkey?" she spoke to the lop across the room, noting it was time to clean the pin. milla had adored her bunny, anyone could see the massive personality change when the creature would come around. she had given the bunny full roam of the apartment building, along with a brutal warning to the residences that if her bunny was found injured, that would spell the end for the crook. throwing her hair in a true mess of a bun, she slipped off the rock hard mattress. instead of picking up the pizza box, she simply kicked it under the bed. a quick pet between the ears would satisfy the dwarf rabbit, stepping over the wire pen to feed her. she restocked the hay, along with filing her bowl with pellets. milla held off on feeding the rabbit vegetables in the morning, for she knew mae wouldn't eat them until she was put away at night. she opened the door to the pin, allowing the lop to roam the apartment as she got dressed. she pulled on a yellow top along with a pair of light-denim jeans. collecting her rabbit, she stepped out of her room and headed toward the entranced hall of the apartment building.

[Nightsent]

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indent sitting with his back to the warehouse, mason watched the stray cat and dog he's been calling buster and lizzy. chuckling a
bit as he watched the skinny, dirty pitbull impishly pester poor lizzy, the bulldog recruit sat up a bit so he could reach a stick of
beef that he purchased at a nearby convenience store. it cost only a dollar ninety-five, but mason could remember how long it
had taken for him to save up for the treat. as he finished peeling back the plastic, the teen broke the beef stick in half, one for
himself, and one for his only friends. "buster! lizzy! i've got a treat for you. buster, leave lizzy alone already!" he called, adding
that last part after he saw the brown dog completely bowl over the other stray. smiling happily, the recruit broke the [art of the
beef stick in half that he'd saved for the only people in the world he could call friends. when he'd been attending school, mason
didn't really have friends anyway. it took him a long time to ask his crush, eli, to the movies. and even that relationship messed
things up for him. after the kid got kicked out, he couldn't find any way to tell the other boy what had happened. he's probably
forgotten about me by now anyway. mason kicked the thought out of his mind as he took a bite of his snack, barely noticing the
other recruit, ezequiel, enter the warehouse with his dog. "I wish I could afford to keep you guys in the warehouse with me." he
told the other two as they finished their portions of the beef stick. mason had tried, at one point, to get a job, but even that'd
backfired on him. the interviewer asked for a parent signature, which mace had no way of obtaining. "maybe next year, though,"
he said, "then I can get you all the treats you want. for now, though, i'll do my best to look out for you." giving each one a pet
and a hug, the recruit got up and brushed himself off, before walking the few yards along the side of the building to the door.

seventeen - cismale - no significant other - recruit for the bulldogs
tagged: mentioned 'z' indent location: outside warehouse indent mood: frustrated indentindentindentindentindent post: 001

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indent sitting behind the counter at his deadbeat job, adam felt... unaccomplished. today he managed to check out five people,
make sure everybody paid for their gas, helped two people find the bathroom, and done a whole lot of sitting. two minutes 'til
the shift change, though, and he could collect this month's minimum-wage salary and head back to his room at the hotel. which
was just around the corner. cenex, your local gas and lame station. fifteen seconds until he could leave, the member of the lion
faction nearly groaned as a customer came to the checkout with a basket full of items. it only took him four minutes to get the
old man out the door, but that was four minutes that the young adult could have spent anywhere but here. grabbing his jacket,
which although it was fairly warm out, he wanted to wear anyway, adam put up the 'register is closed' sign and let his boss know
that he was headed home. as soon as he got out the back door, he unlocked the chain on his bike and raced for the hotel. adam
kept his eyes peeled, as per usual, for members of the other two factions. seeing nobody, however, he let himself relax a 'lil bit.
once he reached his destination, the young man got off his bike and went inside, setting his ride against the wall by the door.

twenty five - cismale - no significant other - member of the lions
tagged: open indent location: cenex, hotel indent mood: bored indentindentindentindentindent post: 001

[gentle snacc]

♆ 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛 ♆

Blair woke up from the sunlight beaming on her face. As a yawn ran out of her mouth, she stood up from her spongy bed that was covered in pillows. Blair rarely has her apartment torn up, I mean there a few crumbs on the floor from last night takeout. Once the teen was done with her morning routine of hair and clothes, she was surprised by her kitchen covered in substrate. She looked over to see Mars not in his cage. After 10 minutes of cleaning the mess and 20 minutes looked for the little devil, Blair gave up. The though of a animal that was found on the streets crawling around wasn't her idle place. Blair packed up her witch craft items and some clothes in a old backpack that was her mothers. While heading out the door, she looked back just to make sure Mars didn't appear out of the blue. "That little devil, I should have listen to the pendulum" she muttered under her breath. Blair always relies on her witch craft for advice and knowledge, it was just something her mom had passed down to her daughter. As she locked the old door was a rusty key, she looked over to see Milla, one of the leaders of her gang and someone she barely knows, walking to the lobby. Blair had to stay somewhere for the night and it wasn't going to be on the streets. She rushed up to the 17 year old with a modest simile. "Hey Milla, could I stay at your place, Mars got out and no way am I sleeping with a spider in my apartment." She laughted, hoping her leader agreed.

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[Tag;Milla] ♆ [Gender; Female] ♆ [Gang-Mambas] ♆ [Emotion;Stressed] ♆ [Location; In a apartment hallway] ♆ [Age;17 years]xxxxxxx♆xxxxx

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[Joan] Cameron
Tags; Hazlia.

Shock. Joan felt a complete wave of shock roll over her at the sight of the woman in front of her. Had this chick really jist waltzed in here and asked for the Mambas? Did she even care for the amount of danger she was in? "You can't be here." was all Joan managed to stammer out before nervously checking over her shoulder. "I mean... You have the wrong place." The words were rushed, a clear lie but Joan just hoped it would at least cause the woman some doubt.

This was great, just great. She hadn't been told how to respond to such a situation and Joan wasn't even sure if she should allow the woman to leave. It wasn't exactly like Joan could stop her. Or maybe she was supposed to chase her off? But again, with what? It wasn't exactly like Joan had expected something like this to happen. She'd even been foolish enough to forget to bring a weapon around with her. But this woman did know that... Slipping her hand into her front pocket Joan pretended to be gripping something.