N a m e l e s s (Accepting. Semi-lit)

[Sergeant Nuggeht]

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| ♀ | 17 | loyalty |
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• on the street
• talking to Dove
• feeling panicked
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the fall
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Cassidy's gaze flicked from the man with the disorderly hair, to the worn, leather wallet clutched between her slim fingers. From admist the crowd, a few gasps and scoldings were heard.
Now the reality sank in.
Cassidy's breathing quickened, her chest heaving with every breath, as the unfamiliar faces scowled down at her. With panic rising each moment, something had to happen. If it happened now - even if it was being taken by the brainwashed loyalties. Disorderly brown shooed them away, showing authority - which didn't surprise Cassidy at all. The crowd left, leaving him and her. As he talked, she stared at his face. He looked familiar, but she can't exactly figure out who he is.
Cassidy nods, her hand shaking as she takes his hand. As she stands, she clutches the wallet closer to her chest, signalling that he's not going to get it back. Unless he takes it with force. His attitude and stance suggests he's friendly, but Cassidy's fallen into that mistake already.
Taking a few steps back, her eyes scan a passage way for escape. A cart blocks the way behind her - it's too low to climb under and tall enough to enable her from climbing over. Rubbish bags and other assortment of items litter a dark alley - but Cassidy has already shown how clumsy she can be. The only other option is to barge right at disorderly brown, but he looks tough enough to snap her neck on the spot.
His last words surprise her.
“You think you can make me stop theiving?”
The words came out before she could stop them. Her voice was tinged with annoyance, giving the statement a sharp, 'diva' effect. Cassidy urged to give him a huge lecture on how her hatred and life is caused by the scum-bags of the loyalty - but she reins her attitude back in.

[~TheGirlOnFire~]

~Rig~
|Resistance|17|Outside factory|

Rig walked around, softley singing and humming to herself. She should be working, or something else important, but she didnt feel like doing any of it. Too much was always expected of her. Or so she always thought. She kicked a stone down the dirt path, on which she was walking. She stuck her hands in her pockets and continued walking. Being part of the resistance was all she had ever known. She had no bar code on her wrist, like some of the others, so she would die of hopefully natural causes. She was born here and never really knew anything different from hating the dictatorship and the loyaltys.

Rig pushed a peice of fallen hair behind her ear and scratched the back of her neck with her long slim finger. She didn't know where she was headed, away from the factory, away from work. Thats all she knew and all she wanted.

{Sorry my post is so short /: ~Rig is open to rp with anyone, and where do you want Jacob and Auryn to meet?}

[skeletøn]

Dove
{22. resistance. with cassidy}

Dove helps pull the girl up, then watches her try to find a way to escape. Of course there's just about no way out, unless she tries to outrun him. He raises his eyebrows, as if to say 'Really?', and sighs. The girl seems slightly stubborn as she clutches the wallet closer to her chest and steps back. And then she says something that makes her look even more stubborn than before.
"No," he replies truthfully. "I can't make you stop. Only you can. And don't say anything about how you have to or you'll die. I used to know someone just like you, and he told me all about it. Oh- and it would be in your best interest to get out of here quick, there has to be someone reporting your acts." Dove looked around, knowing someone would be showing up soon, yelling 'That's her! She stole his wallet!'. He knew well enough that the people of this town loved to tell on other people. Well, not tell on other people, but to report what they thought were crimes. He looked back at her, waiting patiently for a reply.

Perri
{14. loyalty. with nobody}

Perri walked along the side of a shallow river. Her shoes had been removed and a slow current pushed against her heels. She loved spending time like this. Days with no work, and being all alone. Loud noises didn't get into this special place. Perri didn't think anyone else knew about this river. She sat down, letting her feet hang in the water. A group of trees sat behind her, and the city behind it. Removing her bun, she stood up and dried her feet of with a small towel she had brought, and then put her muddy tennis-shoes on. Perri headed back to the loud city, sighing, but she knew her aunt would want her home soon. It wasn't exactly a curfew, but she was having guests over tonight. People looking to offer Perri a better paying job. As if she wanted a job at all.

[pappuppy]

}:*. Felicity "Sawyer" Dawson.*:{

I will follow the light. Even when the day is done. I'll bring everyone back to a world we can be proud of!

Sawyer lowered her eyes again, her entire head really, and focused her glittering gaze onto the glass of water. Her lips were curled in a small smirk, watching the water as itt shimmered inside the wall of clear glass. She didn't know why she told him, why she acted like that, all Sawyer felt was that she had more to say. She was only a rat, an informant she supposed, but she did a lot of the Resistance dirty work. She went into the line of fire every single day, and let others do the recruiting, the planning. She was the one who snuck into the city day in and day out, and listened for very valuable information. But yet, she found herself growing more and more determined. This guy was actually speaking with her, and what was even more strange, was that she was allowing it.

The snowwhite hair of the girl shifted when she looked back up at Tobias, and listened to his barely audible question. Sawyer's ice cold blue orbs sparked somewhat, and stared into his, meeting his look of caution with that of something, dangerous, and off the charts. She arched her brows ina lazy attemt to ease her hard gaze, but what she had done didn't help much. Very slowly, she pushed herself up, and out of her seat, glancing all around the resturaunt.

People looked at Sawyer, including the men that she had followed into the resturaunt. That wasn't good, she knew they were Richard's lackeys. Through a sigh passing through her lips, Sawyer cursed sourly, realizing that she was talking in a very public place for a more pivate matter. But it was when Tobias showed such question in what she meant, that Sawyer almost felt bad. These people didn't know any other way to live, it wasn't their faults. Her ice blue eyes glinted, and immediately, it was clear that she wasn't like anyone else in this small Resturaunt. Instead, she was very different.

Sawyer stepped closer to Tobias, her half lidded ice blue orbs dull and expressionless. She rolled her bright red scarf up again to cover her lips, and her eye brows knit themselves into a thin line. She leaned in, bending her spine closer to Tobias, before she whispered,"By difference. I mean," At this, she could hear chairs being pushed back and a smirk formed under her scarf. Her ice blue eyes were dull and she whispered extremely softly,"A chance to truly make your life your own. A chance to make your own path, rather than one that was chosen for you?" She smiled under her scarf now, and without any reaction, saw the thugs standing up, and stalking over to them, trying to be sneaky. They knew her, and made her annoyed. Sawyer very carefully glanced up and saw the two men rush in for their target.

Sawyer's hand shot out and pushed Tobias out of the way as one man lunged at them. She smirked under her mask, then let her fist fly out at incredible speed and smash into the mans nose in a right jab. The man gasped and shouted as he thudded to the floor, blood gushing from his probably broken nose. Sawyer looked up dully, and offered an unexpressioned smile to them, then shrugged nonchalantly in a second answer to Tobias's question,"I choose a life, that I feel needs to be protected. I choose my goal. One that I know that only I can fufill."

[Shinnybear]

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Tobias was, of course, only focusing on her, so it was a good thing Sawyer pushed him away, even if he kinda bumped into a waiter and made him stumble. Luckily, the waiter had good balance, so he immediately straightened himself up and continued serving his table, leaving Tobias standing there almost dumbfounded. Her words echoed through his head, as urgently as a siren going off to signal something horrible had happened. Make my life my own? My own path? Who the h*** is she? Needless to say, what she said was tempting to him, but his mind wouldn't let him buy into it. It was forcing him to think otherwise, as if this idea that she had would forsaken him in the eyes of their saint.
His mind was whirled into a mess almost instantly, two sides conflicting with the other. All he really felt like he could do is look between her and the man kneeling on the floor, blood staining the rather light floor. Tobias felt like speaking, but found that when he opened his mouth, he felt like he couldn't. He quickly just shook his head, looking at her still in disbelief. "What are you doin- no, who the h*** are you?" He was so confused, but being taught differently, being brainwashed all your life to believe one thing, and then being told another could do that to you. The only thing that he could be really certain about was she was different and that she must of been a threat to something.

(( Well, Auryn will be walking in the streets for quite a bit. They can meet in the streets, maybe an alleyway? It'd be easy to take it from there. ))

[pappuppy]

}:*. Felicity "Sawyer" Dawson.*:{

I will follow the light. Even when the day is done. I'll bring everyone back to a world we can be proud of!

Sawyer whipped around to stare at the other man, who was glaring at her quite intently. Very slowly, she scanned the resturaunt, her ice blue orbs cold and calculating as she plotted out an escape route. It would take long, not before Richard's men would come barreling into this kind little building. A safe haven to many she realized. But these two men, they were not welcome in her eyes, and she would do what was called neccessary of her. Sawyer let her hands sink to her sides, as she spun around, looking up and down the walls of the grand old resturaunt. A door, a back enterance to an ally, there has to be something! She thought quickly, knowing that she would be caught if she didn't take off soon.

But when Sawyer turned around again, and saw Tobias's accusing stare, she let her eyes fill with a hollow uncaring stare. She didn't care what he thought of her, that was something she couldn't afford. The same way she couldn't afford to feel like she could trust anyone here. In fact, it was her job also to weed out the liars, her job to sense the betrayals that could possibly befall the Resistance. But when Tobias looked at her, her blue eyes seemed to jab into like painful daggers. Sawyer gasped somewhat, then looked out behind him, her blue eyes dull with a pain that had resurfaced from a time long ago. "What I'm doing? who I am?" Sawyer paused, and met his stare with one lacking any real emotion, one that had been worn down because of countless tragedies,"I'm here to tell you tha you can change your destiny. And my name," She paused before seeing more men entering the resturaunt,"Is Sawyer! And don't you forget it, y' hear me!"

Then, without any warning, Sawyer pushed pass Tobias and did exactly what she was trained for. The men had come to this resturaunt to beat up the poor, to tell them their ending date. Sawyer knew this because they had been doing it for the last five months. She was watching them day and day out. Tday was the day it would end, and it would start here, in this resturaunt. This place which had become a safe place for anyone who needed it. Sawyer ran to the group of men and growled under her scarf,"Leave now. I know exactly why you're here, and don't think that I'll cower away." The men stared at her before their brows arched in slight terror. One stared in a shout,"She's-She's part of the-" But before he could finished, Sawyer reacted, and her fist flew out, nailing his jaw and snapped it back. She glared at the man hatefully before two others ran at her. Sawyer gasped and looked at each of them, and before she could dodge, a blow landed deep in her gut, making her gag out in pain. She knew her illness was worse, but not so bad as to ruin her ability in a brawl. Sawyer felt pain explode, and she keeled over some as one grabbed her from behind, restraining her as the others decided to start beating her. Sawyer hissed in pain,'Dangit. This is what I get for letting my guard down in the middle of the city!' She thought of Tboais then, and wondered if he truely wanted to change, or if he only thought Sawyer was crazy. When one of the agents growled at her, and asked her who she was, Sawyer simply looked up, lips bleeding, and spoke dully,"Me? My name is Sawyer, and I plan to protect every person in this town, whom are trampled over day after bloody, unforgiving day." With that, the agent seemed to fluster, and fall into a rage, ultimately ending in starting to beat Sawyer. Sawyer was bloodied and bruised before she spat out,"I know why you're hee, and I don't plan on letting you finish the job."

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[~TheGirlOnFire~]

{okay sounds good to me (: (p.s Rig is still open for rp-anyone?)}

~Tarrance~
|Loyalty|18|In the alley|

Tarrance walked out in the the street. He didnt have to work today however anyway. He liked the days he didn't have to work. It gave him time to stop and think. Time to have time to himself and not worry about everything in the world. He smoothed his hair with his hands andspit on the ground. He knew he lived pretty well in the city, but he awlays kind of wondered what it would be like in the resistance. He didn't know if he had ever been part of the resistance, but had his brain washed. This bothered him.

Tarrance looked down at his wrist at the bar code tattoo, and his date. He knew it wasn't until quite a while but the feeling still bothered him that he knew when he would die. Or would he somehow die before then. All he knew was that would be his last day. But what if he wasn't done? What if there were still things that he wanted to do and things that needed to be done? All price of being a Loyalty. He shook his head and kicked a stone down the alley way. He didn't look up and kept his eyes on the ground.

[Sergeant Nuggeht]

Dove
{22. resistance. with cassidy}

Dove helps pull the girl up, then watches her try to find a way to escape. Of course there's just about no way out, unless she tries to outrun him. He raises his eyebrows, as if to say 'Really?', and sighs. The girl seems slightly stubborn as she clutches the wallet closer to her chest and steps back. And then she says something that makes her look even more stubborn than before.
"No," he replies truthfully. "I can't make you stop. Only you can. And don't say anything about how you have to or you'll die. I used to know someone just like you, and he told me all about it. Oh- and it would be in your best interest to get out of here quick, there has to be someone reporting your acts." Dove looked around, knowing someone would be showing up soon, yelling 'That's her! She stole his wallet!'. He knew well enough that the people of this town loved to tell on other people. Well, not tell on other people, but to report what they thought were crimes. He looked back at her, waiting patiently for a reply.

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| ♀ | 17 | loyalty |
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• on the street
• talking to Dove
• feeling surprised, safe
• holding Dove's wallet
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With her eyebrows raised in complete disbelief, was disorderly brown helping her? This is a surprise, considering she's clutching his wallet - which she took not long ago.
Cassidy's distracted, amber eyes dart to disorderly brown's face when he speaks,
“Yeah - so?”
She tries to make her voice sound thick and bland without emotion, but it just came out shaky and childish. Cassidy scolds herself.
“What if I don't give a damn about this guy you used to know?”
A cheeky smirk melts onto her face, her eyes light up with amusement. She watches his face, ready for some shocked or offended emotion to bubble over. It's fun to watch people's emotions and reactions - it's how Cassidy usually spends her time.
Loud footsteps ruin the moment, drawing her attention. Her gaze drops from disorderly brown's and she turns, to silently witness what was coming. Multiple tones of booms come down the street - signifying more than one person. Could this be the group he warned her about?
Cassidy glances at the wallet in hand, to disorderly brown and then the increasing sound of the footsteps. They seem to be right around the corner. Her eyes widen and her skin flushes white, she stumbles,
“Help me.”
Her voice is stable through her panic.
“And then you'll get your wallet back.”

[Shinnybear]

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Tobias couldn't believe the scene that had unfolded in a usually quiet restaurant, with the exceptions of laughing drunks and maybe even celebrating staff. Everything that just happened, he could barely comprehend with how fast it went. Her saying that he could change what was planned out for him, the men taking things into their own hands, and him even having two waiters attempting to drag him to a safer place...it was too fast, and he was just standing still. To believe her, or not to believe her...he couldn't tell, but he could tell that people were freaking out, horrified at what was going on, and some of the waiters had actually ran out the front door and down the streets. Some people with kids, pushed them into the booths and hugged them close, using their own bodies as a shield. Some of the kids were crying, cuddling up to their parents and staining their clothes with their tears. This needed to stop right here.
What Tobias did next surprised him a tiny bit, but he knew it had to be done. They were beating Sawyer, and he guessed that death is what they wanted. Not here, that couldn't be done here. They were scaring too many people. It needed to happen. "I don't think so..." He muttered to himself, calmly walking towards the group, and nonchalantly grabbing someone by the collar. "I'd like to interrupt this just for a second to say something important." Tobias jerked the man by his shirt, bringing him backwards. He knew this would be raising a red flag on himself, but this needed to stop. All of it. "Get the heck out of here!" He could already see the red flag was immediately raised, they were ready to beat the crap out of someone else. Tobias quickly whisked the man he held further away, and forced him onto the floor. With another quick motion, he had balled up his fist, and punched the man square on the nose and on the side of his face. Of course, Tobias was met with a punch in the face as well, his shut jaw opening just before impact, leaving him with a bloody lip due to his teeth. "Don't you ever do that again." Tobias' voice rose in a growl deep from his throat.

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Auryn got tired of waiting for her brother to show, so she just wrote a quick note making the excuse that she had more work, an excuse she used as often as the sun shined. She quickly grabbed an old jacket she had gotten from her father and ran out the door, slamming it behind her. With hurried feet, she basically flew down the stairs, stepping two at a time. When she got to the streets, she jogged down the sidewalk, just to make sure her older brother wouldn't see her if he happened to actually be coming at this time. Her footsteps hit the stone under her feet with a thud each and every time, the snow from the sky falling on her and melting all over her body.
Her mind was a mess with thoughts at the moment, so when she turned into an alleyway she didn't pay attention to the echoes of more than one footstep. She was more focused on everything involving the other people of the Resistance, what people had signed up to risk themselves for and the ranks and all. Auryn shoved her hands in the pockets of her jeans, which had nary a tear. The dark blue fabric was near flawless...y'know, that was until yesterday rolled around and she had muddied them quite a bit near the bottom.
Before she knew it, she had bumped into someone, a guy to be exact, a guy she didn't even know. With her hands in her pockets, she lost her balance on the ground, and fell to the ground, landing on her butt. "Well, these jeans sure know how to get themselves dirty..." Auryn muttered to herself before looking up to see who she had stumbled in to. "Aha, I'm sorry, I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going."

[~TheGirlOnFire~]

Tarance
|Loyalty|18|In the Alley|Tagged:Auryn|

Tarance was taken back as a girl ran full force into him. He stumbled back and a suprised expression flew across his face."Whoa there!" he said a little startled. She fell onto her bottom, and her jeans were stained with dirt. "Are you alright?" he ask extending a hand to help her up. He lifted her off the ground as she brushed her self off he smoothed his hair back into place. "That was quite a bump" he said plainly. He didn't expect anyone would be in this alley way. It was dark and on the further side of the city. He didn't see very many other Loyalty around there. He usually went there to think by himself. Think about the resistance mostly.

"Oh, excuse me for being rude," he shook his head, in his stupidity. "I am Tarance" he stated with a smile. He extended his hand once again to offer a hand shake. He waited for her name and for a hand shake. He also hoped he didn't startle the girl.