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if you haven't already, please use the discussion thread to sort out relationships and gangs for your characters c:
i will be making the starting post in the morning.

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skill:
guarding, keeping watch
for long periods of time
gang:
caine's gang
crush:
foster wolfe
friends:
caine, mickey, foster, jay
enemies:
candice, rival gangs
tagged:
her gang

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ＩＭ ＮＯＴ ＬＩＧＨＴＩＮＧ ＭＹＳＥＬＦ ＯＮ ＦＩＲＥ !

i was used to the life in the gang. before the blackout, clyde always had his buddies from the street races over. late at night, early in the morning, all afternoon. they would spend all night working on their cars ( the races made them nocturnal, i swere ), drinking whatever beer we could afford that week, and basically crash for the night. i'd have to come downstairs, blankets and pillows in hand, and tuck them in like overgrown toddlers. they were our equivalent to family. and we were there's. you see, we grew up on the wrong side of town. we were poor even before my parents died, growing up in the "ghetto" side of victorville. personally i thought the whole town was just as bad, but whatever. with clyde not having gone to college, no one was willing to offer him a well enough job to sustain the both of us, because he was forced to sustain the both of us. i was only fifteen and he had just turned eighteen when our parents passed in a car wreck. clyde was legally unable to become adopted out and he refused to let me do the same. as a result, he put his good driving skills to the test, got a bunch of buddies together, and went out racing late in the night down by the dry lake bed against everyone else in town that had a workable car. some months we were barely getting by and others we could be swimming in money. i refused to let him spend in on anything but parts for his car that would insure we stayed in this state. whatever money was earned amongst the group, we all put in a pile and split. family never left another member out.

sitting on the porch of our hideout, a small house in lower manhattan, i waited for the others to wake. it was what used to be the least "safe" areas in new york before the black out, but now it was nearly empty. many of those living here had abandoned it and left to the more expensive homes to raid and live in. smart. now, the gang, with caine as it's trusty leader, occupied about four of these houses as their own, the least destroyed and raided for supplies. no one was around to object. they stocked them up with everything they needed and desired and managed to steal. they were small, two bedroom homes. so as a result, only two fit in each comfortably. caine and clyde shared the house in the center on the right, the center left home filled with most of our weapons and most important supplies such as food. me and michelle shared the furthest right, jay and foster the furthest left. it hurt living away from clyde, even if it was just a house away, so i crashed over there with them often. occasionally we switched taking watch over the supply house overnight, me most occasionally. i was the only one who could for very long and still be able to function properly the following day.

it was dark now but it was just coming around six a.m. i knew because me and clyde had fought fiercely with caine to keep one working watch amongst the group. it dangled across the palm of my hand and i pictured the sun's early morning rays settling on it gently, a small, blinding beam coming off the sleek metal. but there was no sun and there was no gleam. just darkness, like always. i breathed a sigh, looking over my shoulder into the house i shared with mickey. she wasn't up yet. no one was. some one would roll out of bed soon though; we all had internal alarm clocks due to the constant fear of the most recent danger: some unseen creature that was on a killing spree - or just trying to survive like the rest of us. pulling my legs up from where they were extended down the three step staircase leading to the front door, i crossed my ankles and sat criss cross, waiting for the others to wake.

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skill:
pursuit and fleeting by
means of vehicle
gang:
caine's gang
crush:
mickey brooks
friends:
caine, mickey, foster, jay
enemies:
rose, tate, rival gangs
tagged:
roza

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he had not heard caine pounding upon is bedroom door. he was not home, laying in his bed with closed eyes, soaking in his peaceful slumber. instead, he hadn't been able to sleep. even with two years of being in the dark, he still hadn't gotten quite used to it yet; he was sure he wasn't the only one either. the lack of day and prolonged night confused the schedule he had had set within his mind since a toddler, and as a result, when he should be getting some shut eye, he could not. and when he should be helping the gang, he was sleeping.

clyde walked now, forcing a casual gate upon his body. no one walked like this anymore, arms swaying lightly beside them, chin high, body relaxed. now a days, everybody walked with sheer purpose: survival. no arms swayed ever; they were always carrying supplies or a weapon. no chins were ever held high; they were tucked low to the chest, eyes down to avoid eye contact with someone else as to show they weren't anyone to pay any mind too, not make them a viable target to corner and raid. no bodies were ever relaxed; especially now with that thing roaming about that no one has been able to get a good glimpse of, no one ever felt safe, even when it was light out. there was nothing relaxed about this new way of life.

turning into the broad, silver gates of central park, clyde felt as if he were passing through the gates of heaven. this place of all the rest in the city was the least destroyed and most like itself before the lights went out. his pace slowed instinctively, eyes darting and body rigid. he was like a deer crossing a meadow in the middle of open season. he searched for a signal, a cue that the park was as safe and clear as his mind had been as a toddler. and that sign of safety ( i don't know about safety though ) was the petite red head kneeling beside a statue in the center of the park, known only to him as rosemarrie castle, leader of the fireflies.

he approached her, purposefully making his footsteps against the concrete walk loud as to not sneak up upon her; these days, that would possibly give a person a heart attack from the fear. he pursed his lips, crossing his arms across his broad chest. "if you want to pray, i suggest a church. not a park statue." clyde did not particularly like roza. to him, she was short and fiery and obnoxiously opinionated. she should not hold her own, let alone a whole gang. it just didn't make sense to him - neither did the lack of freckles to her auburn hair. shouldn't all red heads have freckles? wasn't it in some genetic code? the oddest things rattled his mind.

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Calvin's metal detector jolted to life in he silent edge of the woods.
He had been out salvaging most of the morning. He was always
one for an early start. Being out early was always safer than being
caught out late. Calvin was always terrified of getting raided by other
gangs for whatever he had on him. Cal wasn't the best at standing up
for himself, much less to an entire gang. He found playing it safe
was always the better route. Calvin set down his rusty old detector
on the ground and began hacking away at the earth with a gardening
shovel he had stowed in his back pocket. He always got really excited
whenever he found something. He could use the salvage he collected
as supplies, replacements, or something to barter with. Perhaps it
was something valuable buried under the soil, maybe it was just junk.
Maybe its just junk...
Before Calvin could ponder over the endless possibilities and mystery
of his buried treasure, the tip of his muddy hand shovel clinked with
something hard. Something metal, he thought as the familiar sound
rung in his ears. With his dusty hand, he brushed away the loose dirt
and searched the tilled soil for his prize. His fingers fixed on four,
smooth, cold disks. They were small, their purpose unknown. They
would have been deemed insignificant junk to the untrained eye, but
to Calvin, they were so much more. They were insignificant scrap metal.
Totally different category. He could have Dax melt them down to be
used as something more useful, but they were supplies just the same.
Calvin pocketed his new raw materials and picked up his detector
before continuing. Earlier that morning, he had found a metal spoon,
a thumbtack, pair of scissors, half a box of screws, and the broken
eraser end of a pencil. Not the best haul, but all usable.
He would just have to get creative.
After collecting his things, Calvin swung his backpack up over his
shoulder. It was an old baseball bag, with his detector fitting nicely
into the slot where the bat would have gone. He used the cell
phone pocket to keep his knife. The town just wasn't safe anymore.
He had to protect himself every once in a while. It was more of a
safety precaution. Better to have a defense and not need it, than
to need it and not have it, right? Perfectly logical. Calvin slipped
between the trees and soon reached the concrete streets of the city.
Now he was in the danger zone. Calvin moved in secret silence down
alleyways and between buildings, taking the safest route he knew of.
He slowly made his way back to his gang's headquarters and went
inside to safety. Finally, he could breath. Calvin put his stuff down,
unpacking. When no one came down to check to make sure he wasn't
an intruder, he began to worry. Calvin lifted his head and shouted to
his fellow gang members. "Hey guys, the freak is home."
He announced into the quiet. He waited for the gang to group up.

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friends virginia, miles, michelle, foster, declan
enemies cecelia, rosemarrie, abigail
crush on/off with caine; clyde/ declan.
gang roaming with virginia
tagged virginia/ caine
skill thieving
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................she could remember new york city before the blackout. it was all lights
and loud noise; a rhythm that made the heart beat faster and the mind feel free. the
big apple; the city of dreams and the capital of the world. the city so nice they named
it twice! now, walking the backstreets of manhattan in a darkness which made her
blood run cold, her memories made her laugh. robyn hitched her backpack higher up
her shoulder, its contents juggling with the sudden jerk. her free hand gripped the
handle of a torch as though her life depended on it, swinging the light wherever a
sudden sound caught her attention. they had to keep to the backstreets; the main
roads just weren't safe any more - particularly for two young lady's in possession of
fools' gold. "we hit quite the jackpot today," robyn mused in a hushed voice, casting a
wry look to her travelling companion. they made a good team, virginia and her. robyn
had the light fingers and an eye for easy pickings; virginia had the instinct and raw
knack for survival that robyn simply lacked. "maybe caine's crew would be willing to
trade a little something," she suggested, a single battery rolling between her fingers,
concealed protectively in the pockets of her leather jacket. the duo themselves had
little use for batteries. they were goods for trade; actual money was worthless in this

environment. no, what they required was food, weaponry and protection. it was one of the reasons robyn continued to return to caine and his motley crew: having connections to a gang meant she had some back-up should she ever need it... or at least she hoped. truth was, caine and her and a rather complicated relationship. robyn sighed lightly, harshly blinking away thoughts of romance and commitment, returning her attention to her travelling companion. "y'know, one day we should hit up the bank of america on sixth avenue - see what their protection is like nowadays," she smirked with a playful laugh. it was forced, the jokes and the humour, but she had to make the best of a bad situation.

................as they wound their way through the back alleys, they soon found themselves approaching an eerily deserted street which had come to form the basis for caine's gang. approaching the three houses that homed the members, robyn spotted emery perched on the porch to what robyn knew as her and michelle's dwellings. she made a note to check up on mickey later; she was rather fond of that brain-box. she never failed to learn something new. "i'm going to check in on caine. maybe we can pay the fireflies a visit tonight, or tate's crew, though i know you have a liking for that boy," robyn teased with a wink as she changed direction toward's caine and clyde's shared 'home'. climbing the porch steps and approaching the house, the light-footed lady refused to knock as she entered the dwelling, walking in as if she owned the place. she supposed that there was an advantage to the blackout: alarm systems were futile. "darling, i'm home," robyn called out in a tone mocking of a domestic housewife as she shrugged her backpack off her shoulder, flicking off the torch and sinking down into the worn couch. the furnishings were, possibly, not in the best condition, and the house had most likely been looted for its most precious possessions at some point, but there was something 'homey' about the lower manhattan building.

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friends tate, nash, remmi, cecelia, calvin, nicolette
enemies jay, foster, zane, kaycee
crush none
gang tate's
tagged calvin/ the gang
skill mechanics
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................as of late, daxton and sleep had been anything but friends. sleep was a
stranger, always evading him and always mocking him. it had come to the point where
he would spend most of the days, or rather nights, in the car-park which ran behind
the building tate had stationed the gang in. there, dax had established a workspace of
sorts where he would work on the cars or put together any invention that he could
come up with with the limited resources they had. it was cars, though, that drew his
primary attention. calvin was a useful member to have around; that kid had an odd
talent for discovering the most useful of useless objects, and they typically came in
handy for bits and bobs to put into the cars that had accumulated in the gang's
possession. thanks to the blackout, though, the cars rarely lasted pass a week. the
batteries had usually been run dry - if there were still batteries present, that is - it
was impossible to jump start a car without having an electrical 'jump' to start it with.
that was where daxton was to be found at six o'clock in the morning, fiddling through
his pieces of scrap metal and bits and bobs as if, after several hours of already sorting
through them, he would actually find a useful use for them. with dark rings rapidly
forming under his brown eyes, daxton was beginning to lose track of what was reality

and what was fiction. there was a single torch lit on the table which had been dragged out to form the basis of his workspace, and the flame was dying down to the last of the wick. the darkness, truth be told, terrified him. there was always... movement in the shadows, a foreign noise he could never quite place. rumours had been spreading of there being something in the darkness; something that nobody could capture or see. people would emerge with injuries, cuts and scrapes, and some people even emerged dead. "as if the blackout wasn't bad enough," he mumbled to himself, lifting the candle stick and motioning it around the dark of the car-park. empty. utterly empty. he had wasted his last match on this candle, hoping to get the old jeep that he had found several days ago whirring and kicking. it had been unsuccessful.

................with a troubled sigh, daxton turned his back on his materials and ascended the winding staircase out of the car park. surprise, surprise, emerging into the street revealed nothing but darkness. not even the flickering of a street lamp or the golden hue of the sun peaking over skyscrapers as it usually would be at this time in the morning. the air was slightly colder than it had been lately, the wind hit him with a greater roughness, whipping his candle into nothing more than a whisp of smoke. with a frustrated huff, daxton chucked the stick across the road, scowling as it clattered along the concrete. it was a short walk to the gang's base, but it was a nerve-racking speed-walk around the block. he was almost thankful to see the seventeen-year-old, goggle-eyed calvin slipping inside to safety, most likely with a backpack full of supplies which would come of use sooner or later. dax pushed his way through the front doors not a minute after calvin, heart in his throat and pulse racing, though he would not let is show. casually, daxton approached the teenager, disguising his fear with a curious smile. "what'd ya' find for us this time, kid?" he questioned into the darkness, watching as the contents of his backpack were unloaded.

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nickname; if you want it irritate him, kay
skill; extremely intelligent
gang; caine's gang / sun seekers
position; leader
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xxxxxxxit was often hard for caine to sleep,even before the blackout. sometimes he would just sit on his bed and listen to what was happening around him. you'd be surprised how nosy it is at night. before his mum left, you could often hear her shouting with one of her boyfriends, slamming doors. the boy was never sure what to think of her. she could be nice, sometimes, warming his socks in their tumble dryer on cold days and other motherly acts of kindness. but the woman wasn't someone you could depend on. not by a long shot. he was used to cooking his own meals, walking home from school when all his friends got lifts. and this was when he was seven years old. as he grew older, as you can imagine, his independence inflated to the size of an adults. most of the time it felt like he was looking after her. so there's really no question as to why he's the leader of a gang, having spend most of his life completely on his own. and he's clever. not book smart, the other kind. the one that comes in handy setting traps, plotting, trading, making tactics, reading people's body language. perhaps there's a small loophole in the last one mentioned. robyn is one of the annoying people caine can never figure out. she is so unpredictable, and knows just how to get to him. but she also has a laugh that sends chills down his spine. and a mischievous light to her eyes. the two had been switching between lovers and enemies for a long time now. and he hand't seen her in quite a while. knowing her, she'd show up just when he didn't need it, ready to torment him again. every time she left, it scarred him just a little more. caine never let it show, though. he wasn't one to put his feelings on display. no, he was the type that sat up at night, didn't get a wink of sleep, and simply thought. he thought about her, about his mother, the members in his gang, plans and tactics for the next day. it wasn't nosy at night, not any more.

xxxxxxxwith a large stretch, the man pushed himself off his bed and placed two feet firmly on the wooden floor. the small house he shared with clyde was well furbished, the walls painted bright colours with dark floors. there was a photo of its previous residents hanging above his double bed. he hadn't taken it down- seeing two smiling faces could actually remind him that happiness was a real thing. all the darkness was really getting to him. caine predicted it to be around six, they only had one working watch amongst them, and their talented watch women was in possession of that. usually he would have been able to tell if it was morning by the sun's early day light- but, alas, it was almost always dark. from his window he could just see the girl sitting by the curb. he turned away, walked back to the bed, and picked up the same shirt he had worn yesterday. it was still clean. clean enough. he pulled the grey, long sleeved garment over his head as his strode out of the door. across the hallway was his second in command's room, he thumped the wood twice, "get up clyde-boy! help me wake up the rest of 'em!" usually the others were capable of waking themselves up, but today he just felt like getting things going extra early. down stairs he heard a sudden whoosh! that indicated the opening of the front entrance. he was alert immediately, peering down the stairs to see who the intruder was. the man's heart sank and somersaulted at the same time when he saw the thieving robyn in the hallway, her torch dancing about in the darkness. he spent half his time waiting for her to come through that door, the other half, waiting for her to leave. "ug, what do you want?" he spat, running down the wooden staircase, and past her nimble frame. he was standing behind her now, "you know, if you've come take me back, i am so over you." he chuckled in her ear, picking up their usual lets-joke-around-instead-of-saying-what-we-want-to game.

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Calvin glanced up at the sound of thumping boots walking across
the creaky old floor. The slow meander belonged to the one and only
Daxton, the gang's mechanic. Calvin was probably the closest to Dax
because of their similar interests and usefulness of each other.
He brought in raw materials, parts and scrap metal for Daxton, and
any odd mechanical "dohickie" or "thingamabob" that Daxton built,
Calvin could figure a purpose for it in his lab work. The other
gangs had failed to see Calvin's value as a scientist. He was well
rounded, able to build bombs, booby traps, toxins, gases and
chemical weaponry. But he was also useful in making medicine,
being able to identify different rocks, earths and plants. He
was practically a walking encyclopedia on geology and botany.
He knew his brain was worth something,
even if his skinny, weak body wasn't.
When Daxton asked about his haul, Calvin wasted no time in
throwing his sack up onto the table. His worktable was abused with
large scars and gashes chiseled into the unfinished wood surface.
Quickly unzipping the bag, Calvin dove his hand into the pack and
pulled out the contents. Along with his gear, which included a
water bottle, ten feet of rope, a travel lab kit, a survival knife
and a few straps of elastic, Calvin puled out the collection he
had brought back for Daxton. He laid out on the table four
metal disks, a spoon, a thumbtack with a reasonably long
pin on it, a pair of scissors, a half carton of screws, and
a pencil eraser cap. Nothing special or particularly useful
at a first glance, except perhaps the screws, but all
the metal could be melted down and used for forging
or scrap. Calvin was sure that Daxton would find a use
for most of it, or perhaps the rest of the gang could
think of a use. Or he could always trade it with someone
outside the gang. Either way, he let Daxton always have
first pick of his resources. Dax usually needed them
more than anyone. Calvin just collected the things.
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enemies mickey, foster, declan
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▬▬▬virginia’s eyes darted about, lingering in corners and shadows, where anything could be hiding. a rabbit, a secret stash of batteries, an ambush. she was constantly tormented by the threat of an ambush. especially now. the fact that they had fools’ gold and a battery made them targets. robyn and herself may make a formidable crime team but fighting? not so much. once she had reassured herself that there should be no immediate danger - or anything to steal - robyn broke the silence that she hadn’t realized was there. “yes, we sure did,” virginia replied, in the same quiet tone. a small gap between the voices, then, from robyn, “maybe caine’s crew will be willing to trade a little something.” a minute smile appeared on virginia’s lips, despite the conditions. it was known that robyn fancied caine, even if the relationship was a rocky one. “hmm, maybe.” her response was kind of half-hearted. thinking about robyn’s love life had led to thinking about her own. tate was annoyingly her, if you get what i mean. he was exactly what she wanted a guy to be. he was just... snap out of it. you can get all lovey dovey later. maybe when someone fixes the blackout, if that’s even possible. “.. of america on sixth avenue - see what their protection is like nowadays.” virginia realized robyn had been talking. she had heard enough, however, to know what her companion meant. “that could be fun. it would probably be ridiculously easy though. the security depended almost purely on the alarms and cameras and stuff. and of course, those don’t work. maybe they have a couple batteries..”

▬▬▬they soon entered the dark and empty streets caine and his gang called home. it wasn’t impressive. then again, nothing was anymore. they passed some houses and turned towards caine’s. robyn talked as she walked. “that’s hardly fair,” virginia said, protesting. “you like caine more than i like tate! but that’s besides the point. we can raid his gang.” she made this decision based on two things. one; roza, the leader of the fireflies, would never forgive her. two; robyn might tease her less. and then, robyn made her entrance. loud and proud, just like her. she decided to come in for once. caine did not look pleased.

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it's been months since she had slept in. it wasn't necessarily because she couldn't sleep, like a few of her gang members seemed to have trouble with. mickey simply refused to miss the sunrise. it was somewhat ridiculous, really, but these days she didn't know how many more sunrises and sunsets they had left. if her calculations were correct, the measly six hours of sunlight they had would gradually reach five, and from there it would increase it's speed and drop to four and eventually three. they couldn't afford to waste another second- or miss the little things that she use to take for granted. two years ago, mickey never would have considered rising out of bed before six or giving her mother a kiss on the cheek before she left the house. now that everything has changed, the girl couldn't help but regret everything she ignored while on her quest to be the smartest kid around.

after groggily finding a pair of leggings and a black jacket, mickey didn't hesitate making her way outside. it was a chilly morning, with a slight breeze that ruffled her light hair and caused the girl to unintentionally shiver. the scout stood there for a little while, her alert brown eyes quickly scanned over the porch and around the other three run-down houses, just in case. it was still awfully dark out, and you never wanted to let your guard down in the dark.

her keen glance noticed that caine's door was wide open. she would have begun to worry if she didn't spot virginia, robyn's [rather irritable] friend, waiting outside. the scout couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of robyn and caine getting back together again. countless times had she tried to figure out a possible pattern in their relationship. that being said, even the brainiest of them all couldn't solve the unpredictable mess. with a small shake of her head, mickey made her way down the porch towards emery, who was unsurprisingly awake. "good morning, em. mind if i keep you company for awhile?" she asked, her voice hushed. not that there was a reason to be quiet, but it felt wrong disturbing the somewhat peaceful, morning silence around them. without waiting for a reply, the brunette took a seat on the dew-covered wood next to emery. "have you seen foster out and about yet?" she asked absentmindedly. mickey wanted to go look around a bit with him, and hopefully find something of good use. it's been awhile since they've found something decent to eat. their rations were running lower than usual, even with all members holding off on unneeded cravings.

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cecelia, zane, abby
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it was increasingly difficult to be a doctor when you had nothing but your knowledge of medicine to work with. lately, when he came across someone injured it involved something he couldn't treat. things in those categories included metal illnesses and injuries that required more than a rumpled bandage and a few comforting words. after multiple raids of deserted homes [and he still felt guilty about it], he had managed to collect a manageable pile of pain killers, sleeping pills - which were increasing in worth - and band-aids. not bad, all things considering. little things like this were easy to trade, especially with the gangs in the surrounding area. in times like these, you often forgot conveniences like popping an ibuprofen to cure a headache. bradley couldn't stand walking through the deserted streets and finding someone who required medical attention and yet there was absolutely nothing he could do. it was easy for him to get down about the whole thing. more than once did he wonder if it was even worth it. the days were getting shorter, the electricity was more than nonexistent and now there was some kind of thing in the dark that was relentlessly killing everyone off. where was the light at the end of the tunnel for them?

that being said, every morning bradley still woke up. he got out of the rusty, creaking bed that made his back sore, got his clothes on and counted his inventory for the day. it was a comforting routine, one of the only things he could count on staying the same. then he would sit outside for awhile, on the porch swing that the previous residents had installed. as much as he would have liked to stay, brad knew that they would end up changing locations any day now. unlike any of the gangs, he didn't have any protection against immediate danger. besides jenette, of course, but it wasn't like bradley was going to let his friend put her life on the line like that. the only way to stay safe was to run away.

after hitching his back pack onto his shoulders, the curly haired boy shuffled through the dimly lit hallway towards jenette's room. he wanted to get a move on ad hopefully come across someone willing to trade a bit of food and extra protection for some of his supplies or assistance. "hey, jen? i'll be outside when you're ready to go," he called through the door.

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skill:
guarding, keeping watch
for long periods of time
gang:
caine's gang
crush:
foster wolfe
friends:
caine, mickey, foster, jay
enemies:
candice, rival gangs
tagged:
mickey, foster, jay

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ＩＭ ＮＯＴ ＬＩＧＨＴＩＮＧ ＭＹＳＥＬＦ ＯＮ ＦＩＲＥ !

in her mind, mickey was about the same age as her. that was just what the darkness did, made actuality less important, meer facts such as age and height irrelevant to the big picture. em knew in the back of her mind she was about a year or so older, but to her mickey was an individual who had gone through the same course of events, ended up in the exact same place. like they'd aged together and so to her, she felt as if they were about the same age. now whether it was she was about nineteen, matured and such by her experiences in life or whether mickey was about seventeen because the whole gang knew that girl had a bit of child in the pit of her heart, em did not know. she'd have to contemplate it more when she found she couldn't sleep at night. she thought better then.

sitting next to the doe eyed, beautiful blonde emery felt insignificant, like a meer piece of furniture being left behind on moving day. she felt easily replacable, easily passed up, easily seen as second choice. michelle was remarkably gifted with brains and beauty, a vital asset the gang needed. and what was emery for, huh? a good watch dog; but she couldn't even attack an intruder. she'd have to wake up the owner to do half her job. michelle could navigate her way through unknown places, figure a problem in minutes and present a solution. could emery even read a map? not in her dreams.

"nope, not at all. come sit." she patted the space next to her, making room. the porch wasn't that big; old lower manhattan wasn't known for its large, luxurious homes - that was for sure. she looked out at the vacant street, almost copying mickey. she was almost peaceful, relaxed. until the name foster passed through her ears. her heart leapt a bit, as it generally did when she saw him as well. until she reminded herself that mickey was so close to him - she had no chance against the blonde. and when she reminded herself of the fact, emery's heart rate slowed, almost like a rabbit slinking back into its burrow. "no, i haven't seen him. not jay either." she forced normality out through her voice, calm assurtivness. she glanced down the street, past the supply house, past caine and clyde's house, and squinted her eyes at the petite, grey house. well it looked grey now in the dark, emery reminded herself. it's a light peach when the sun lights up upon it. it looked vacant, like the rest of the homes on this stupid street, cherry crt. "might still be asleep."

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pursuit and fleeting by
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gang:
caine's gang
crush:
mickey brooks
friends:
caine, mickey, foster, jay
enemies:
rose, tate, rival gangs
tagged:
roza

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ＯＵＲ ＨＥＡＲＴＳ ＡＲＥ ＴＨＥＳＥ ＷＩＬＤ ＣＲＥＡＴＵＲＥＳ !

he had not heard caine pounding upon is bedroom door. he was not home, laying in his bed with closed eyes, soaking in his peaceful slumber. instead, he hadn't been able to sleep. even with two years of being in the dark, he still hadn't gotten quite used to it yet; he was sure he wasn't the only one either. the lack of day and prolonged night confused the schedule he had had set within his mind since a toddler, and as a result, when he should be getting some shut eye, he could not. and when he should be helping the gang, he was sleeping.

clyde walked now, forcing a casual gate upon his body. no one walked like this anymore, arms swaying lightly beside them, chin high, body relaxed. now a days, everybody walked with sheer purpose: survival. no arms swayed ever; they were always carrying supplies or a weapon. no chins were ever held high; they were tucked low to the chest, eyes down to avoid eye contact with someone else as to show they weren't anyone to pay any mind too, not make them a viable target to corner and raid. no bodies were ever relaxed; especially now with that thing roaming about that no one has been able to get a good glimpse of, no one ever felt safe, even when it was light out. there was nothing relaxed about this new way of life.

turning into the broad, silver gates of central park, clyde felt as if he were passing through the gates of heaven. this place of all the rest in the city was the least destroyed and most like itself before the lights went out. his pace slowed instinctively, eyes darting and body rigid. he was like a deer crossing a meadow in the middle of open season. he searched for a signal, a cue that the park was as safe and clear as his mind had been as a toddler. and that sign of safety ( i don't know about safety though ) was the petite red head kneeling beside a statue in the center of the park, known only to him as rosemarrie castle, leader of the fireflies.

he approached her, purposefully making his footsteps against the concrete walk loud as to not sneak up upon her; these days, that would possibly give a person a heart attack from the fear. he pursed his lips, crossing his arms across his broad chest. "if you want to pray, i suggest a church. not a park statue." clyde did not particularly like roza. to him, she was short and fiery and obnoxiously opinionated. she should not hold her own, let alone a whole gang. it just didn't make sense to him - neither did the lack of freckles to her auburn hair. shouldn't all red heads have freckles? wasn't it in some genetic code? the oddest things rattled his mind.

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friends: daxton, nash, tate, cecilia
enemies: jenette, nicolette
gang: tate's

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the girl sat in the main room of the hideout, it was dimly lit but anything was better than the darkness. something lurked with in the pitch black darkness, something that everybody feared. remmi couldnt put her finger on what it was, she never dared to venture out in the darkness, she werent entirely crazy. not yet. she sat slouched on an old sofa that had seen better days, it was fairly old and beat but provided a reasonable comfort. she held an arrow in her hand, one of many she had been able to selvage over time. remmi ran her finger over the top of the arrow head, it was blunt, to blunt to have any real use to her anymore. she didnt like the feeling of knowing that this wouldnt be

the first time one of her arrows would go blunt, many of them had seen their fair share of usage. the amount she had was actually quite small, which lead to over usage allowing the heads to fade away. breaking it in half the girl stood up just as calvin scurried inside, not so long followed by daxton. remmi was unsure if either of them were entirely useful to her, they didnt seem to have much knowledge of weaponry, but they seemed good for other things. the two halves of the arrow where held apart in each of the girls had as she clicked them together repetitively as she slowly approached the table where calvin and daxton were going through what she saw as junk. nothing the boy had brought in appeared useful to remmi, it just looked like a bunch of garbage to her.

placing her elbows on the surface of the table remmi lowered herself into a leaning position holding that arrow pieces infront of her eyes connecting them together as calvins findings were spread on the table. remmi never seemed to see anything good out of things, she always concluded to something bad without even thinking of the good, "pointless junk," she commented dropping the arrow in indication of what she thought of it. her eyes glanced at both the boys allowing them to meet for a moment before she looked at the items on the table. the girl picked up the spoon examining it, clearly it hadnt come from anywhere fancy, nor did it come from the kitchen draw, it looked as if some animal had buried it. she flicked the few scraps of dirt off the surface and place it right between her eyes on the tip of her nose, balancing it through the use of the spoon head as she slowly stood up into a straight position. the balance of the spoon didnt last long as it slipped and fell down towards the ground, remmi having no hurry in picking it up slowly bent down taking her time before scooping it back up and dropping it to the table.

-- ill post for kaycee soonish..