REPO! (roleplay~)

jupiter_hollow • 28 May 2012 at 3:26 PM

@inkstep Sure Squeaks! Sorry for posting so much without ya. ☹️

inkstep • 28 May 2012 at 3:37 PM

@jupiter_hollow haha it's fine

Deleted • 28 May 2012 at 4:58 PM

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@inkstep

Charlie shuffled his barefeet across the plush carpet. 'Look, Aizel, you've done more favors than I could have asked you. Trusting me enough to bring a stranger..is just..well...kind. Don't beat yourself up over the past, it's my fault really. Promise me one thing, keep Pixle safe. I've done enough harm here, I'll slip out the door tonight, forget we ever met. The Repos are after me, not you. Thye implant a tracking device into the recruits, that's how they found us.' Slidding to the floor, Charlie sighed. 'I've only been a burden, I should have left with out telling you. Less bridges would have been burned. Grasping the arm of the couch, Charlie pulled himself to his feet. A small ankle sheath fell to the ground. Picking it up, he placed it in Aizel's hand. Gently, he closed her slender fingers around the strip of leather. 'When you're ready, open it. Its a gift from your father. It was in his pocession the day he died. The nurse passed it along to me. I have no use for it and you're the rightful owner...'

jupiter_hollow • 28 May 2012 at 5:12 PM

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@inkstep

As Charlie slipped onto the ground, leaving the small package in her exntended hand, Aizel simply threw it nonchalantly on the table and stood up, eyes gleaming with fury. Not sparing asecond, she bent down, grabbed the remaints of Charlie's collar and yanked him up. She'd heard all the frigging heartbeaking stories there was. Everyone had a movie-wrthy life drama nowadays. She mostly chose to keep quiet about her problems but if that darned boy continued with his dramatic fairytale, she swore to god, her temper wasn't going to last long. Pulling him up to her eyelevel, she frowned.
"Listen here, buddy. You think that you can just get in, act smart, leave me your oh-so-tragic story to cry about and get away? I'm friggin sick of all your pityful lives! Did you honestly think that you were going to walk out of that door with me knowing that you were a REPO?" sshe hussed quietly, careful not to wake up Mason. "You're not trustworthy! I don't even know your friggin name! And I don't give a [yeep] whether you have my father's brain or not, I don't care what he gave you. All that matters is that I.don't.trust.you..." she made sure to look as threatening as possible with furious black eyes and a snarling expression. "And one more thing, I don't know who Pixle is, but I'm guessing it's the girl. I can tell you one thing, Whoever-you-are, if you go out there, I will make sure to hunt you down...and kill you..." she finished in a dangerous whisper.

Deleted • 28 May 2012 at 5:23 PM

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@inkstep

'I don't give a f--- about what you think of me. My story is not a sob story, its true. I don't want your f------ pity! If anyone is pityful, its YOU!' Charlie lowered his voice to a whiper, following suit with Aizel. 'The name's Charlie,' hesnapped 'Yes, Pixle is the girl,' Lips curling into a snarl, Charlie's eyes locked on hers. The coal black irises appeared to be bottomless. 'If I step just one toe out this door, what are you going to do? Kill me in front of the boy, your brother or son, or whatever? I know we've both been to places we prefer not to return. But I can tell you one thing, Aizel, I'm not being dragged back. I'll stay the night, but that's it.' Snakelike and blue, the veins in his forearm bulged with adrenaline. 'If you ever, EVER, think about raising that gun to Pixle's head, I swear I'll kill the boy.'

jupiter_hollow • 28 May 2012 at 5:34 PM

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@inkstep

Aizel smiled sarcastically, raising a suggestive eyebrow.
"I prefer you refrain from yelling at me. I have a reason not to trust you. And you have reason to listen to me... I saved your worthless life and the girl's too." she said, calmly, coldly... she had become deadly serious. Aizel worked in strange ways. Usually, her reaction to everything was scream and rebel and throw tantrums but at times like those, there was aminimal chance that she'd kill anybody. ...But when she got serious, at those rare, dangerous moments when her eyes would become like two black marbles, staring at you nonchalantly and her voice would turn from a merry jingle to an icy chill, that meant that she had crossed the limit of her sanity. "Another big mistake of your... you forgot who I am... I'm a killer, it's what I do... This boy, my brother, has seen enought blood. To him, you would look like a worthless REPO, lying in between all these corpses... The girl saved my brother, so I don't have a reason to kill her... but I could... That's up to you" she stated, her voice was fully composed. "Don't get me wrong... I'm not mad at you for anything, I've bickered with Y'miel enought to know what a man's fist feels like... but sweety... you threatened by brother... and let's not forget who's got the gun in this situation.." she reminded him.

Deleted • 28 May 2012 at 5:44 PM

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The nefarious sheen to Aizel's eyes proved she was fully capable of what she claimed. Rocking his shoulders foward, Charlie murmered something inaudible. He tossed his blood stained jacket to the floor. 'Search me. I've got nothing to hide, not even my blood. Repos these days have replaced thier's with a synthetic agent that combusts with force. One last thing before I turn in for the night. Why did you come to my aide? Aren;t I just a worthless Repo? A cold-hearted b----rd. A stranger. An outcast. Why me? Hundreds of us die in the streets each day. Why select a basket case like me? You were better of with someone else.' Charlie's face was imersed in greif, rue and anger. Lip twitching, he began to walk to the corner of the room. 'I'll sleep on the floor. No need to worry about me prying through your belongings' he snipped. Curling against the peeling wall, a tear trickled from the blue pools of his eyes.

jupiter_hollow • 28 May 2012 at 5:56 PM

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@inkstep

Aizel dropped the gun and sighed in exasperation. She shook her head, looking at the boy ad walked outof the room. A faint shuffle came from the second floor and a mere minute later, Aizel came back with a blanket in hand. She nonchalantly walked to Chalrie and hauled the cloth at him. Making sure tp pull a blanket over Mason too, she kissed his head and quickly came back to plop in one of the armchairs nearest to the boy. She took out a package of cigarettes, lighting up one and giving it a prolonged drag. Returning her gaze to Charlie, she let out a puff of white smoke that veiled her face. A chuckle followed closely after.
"You know why I saved you... because I don't. ...I guess you didn't look the type to be a REPO. But, of course, looks can decieve. I saved you... because my frigging moral got in the way. ...I cared... a little, but it was enought for me to risk my life and go down to save you." she stated calmly again. Her voice seemed unnerving. The slight tingle of sarcasm dripped from the edges of her tone. "You... say that your story isn't sob story but I"m frigging tired of your ooey gooey confessions. Ya know what? You ain't the only one with problems around here so man up. I'm the one that should be bawling in the corner not you..." she scolded.

inkstep • 28 May 2012 at 6:00 PM

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@jupiter_hollow
because I missed a bit too much, I'm just going to pick up here XD

Not wanting to stick around for what would have come next, Pixle had left right as the last of the men dropped dead, not caring if she was well enough or not to go out on her own yet, soon she found herself stumbling into the graveyard, she needed to pay, and there was drug to be harvested. Silently making her way through the oh-so-heavily-guarded cemetery, Pixle pulled a long thick needle from her pocket, stepping over to a newer grave and silently moving aside the lid to the tomb, she checked around again to make sure no one was watching "Guess i'm safe" she whispered to herself, un-covering the corpse and plunging the needle into the under side of it's nose, ever so slowly, the syringe filled with a glowing blue liquid.

Deleted • 28 May 2012 at 6:11 PM

@inkstep
@jupiter_hollow

Laying an icy hand on the ground, Charlie fumbled for the blanket Aizel had left. Brushing across its rough and worn edges, he assumed it was a towel rather than a blanket. A shiver ran down is spine as he tucked the warmth of the cloth around his body.

Wipping his eye, Charlie rolled toward Aizel, 'You're right my story probably is too sad to be true. It was rude of me to ignore yours. Mind sharing? I'm all ears, becuse, you've stripped me of all my other human qualities and dignity.' Hugging his knees, Charlie blew an exasperated sigh. 'I should be dead. Aizel had no purpose aiding me,' he murmered, not loud enough for anyone but himself to hear. A deep voice carved through his head. It was unfamilar, but had a tone similar to... Aizel's. 'Don't f--- up in front of my daughter,' it quipped. Charlie thought he was hullcinating.

jupiter_hollow • 28 May 2012 at 6:17 PM

@inkstep
@swimforlife

Aizel chuckled...
"Are you done with self pity. Haven't done anything to your dignity... You brought this upon yourself by messing with me in the first place... Let me tell you everybody who's threatened Mason has always ended up either A) Dead or B) Dying. If you're neither of those, it means that I've decided to spare you and let me tell you, my temper is quite short as you've already reassured yourself of." she stated cooly, taking another drag of your cigarette. The familiar veil of white engulfed her and the stench of nicotine invaded her nostrils. She squinted her eyes. "And your 'Oh! I am the one hunted, not you! Oh, I'm putting you in danger!' Let me tell ya something. You're talking to someone who's knee deep in REPO blood and is wanted in two contries... Ever heard of 'The Guillotine'?" a=she asked with her trademark smirk.

inkstep • 28 May 2012 at 6:24 PM

Smiling weakly at the liquid in the syringe, Pixle stuffed the container into her pocket and started off into the darkness, she hadn't gotten too far when her legs started to urn, the soft qhizz and pop of her prosthetic signaled that she had lost the energy to take another step. Falling to her knees, the girl dragged herself to a shadowy corner not but a few feet away.
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jupiter_hollow • 28 May 2012 at 6:34 PM

@inkstep

A small shuffle from the nearby garden signalled that something... or somebody was climbing over the fnecing of the opposite house. A mere moment later in view came a dreadheaded man, around his twenties. His tanned skin gleamed in the vanishing sunrays of the twilight and he seemed to have a mishevous smirk plastered to his face. He jumped over the short fence and landed safely on the ground. Walking a few meters more, he suddenly caught a glimpse of white and black with the edge of his eye.

A pair of inquizitive eyes rested upon the huddled albino girl and as he approached her with caution, he immediatelly recignised the hurt girl that Aizel had brought home. She was still covered with thick layers of blood and maybe that's why he econised her, but her trotted over anyways and crouched down next to Pixle.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, rather harshly.

inkstep • 28 May 2012 at 6:38 PM

"What do you care?" she muttered weakly, lifting her head, her red eyes gleaming like small flames as she stared up at the man, her gaze locking with his. Shifting her position a bit, her hand tightened around the syringe in her pocket, a few whisps of her hair tumbled into her eyes as she spoke again "I'm sure it doesnt matter to you"
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jupiter_hollow • 28 May 2012 at 6:40 PM

@inkstep

Y'miel sighed.
"Look, girl, it would be much easier if you just didn't protest." he grunted in exasperation and bent down, placing a hand under her head and another one, supproting her knees and lifted her up, easily. He was truly surprised of how light she was. The only girl he was close with was Aizel and the girl was quite heavy. He'd never thought anyone could be this light. "Hold on." he ordered and darted off.

hay7199 • 28 May 2012 at 6:47 PM

Name: Jenny (She likes to be called 'Raven'or 'Jen' )
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Transplants(?): None
caught up with payments(?): Has None
Personality: Shy and sweet. But hides her past for some unknown reason. Can be rude and mean but is a nice girl if you get to know her. But hates being around people, she will only take her mask off for someone she loves.
Looks: Long dark brown hair and brown eyes. Mostly likes to wear a dark cloak, she also wears a mask to cover her face, it is a mask from a maskerade ball.
Crush: Unknown
Family: None
Other: Lives in the forest alone with no one but a Raven to keep her company...

@Inkstep I know im late XD

inkstep • 28 May 2012 at 7:07 PM

"Hey! I-" she shutup as he scooped her into his arms, shaking a bit and mostly scared "Why don't you just tell me what you want, it's not like it matters if I live or not, what do you even care!?" she snipped weakly, keeping her hand in her pocket
@jupiter_hollow
@hay 7199 its fine ^^

jupiter_hollow • 29 May 2012 at 2:40 PM

@inkstep
@swimforlife
@hay7199 Heya! =D

Y'miel sighed in exasperation.
"Listen here." he said calmly, reassurance clear in his voice. It was clear that the girl had probably gone through a lot. Earlier, he'd had enought time to see her wounds while he'd bikkered with Aizel. He felt slightly bad after yelling to the tanned girl but she'd brought it upon herself wih bringing the teens in his home without permsission. He knew she wasn't mad at him though, she always forgave him.
"Did Aizel let you go or did you run away?" he asked quietly. The faint whales of REPO cars reached his ears so he decided to travel in the safety of the dark ghetto streets. He ran in the shadows of the run down apartment buildings in the outskirts of the city slowly advancing on his house.

inkstep • 29 May 2012 at 3:05 PM

"I sort of just left..." she muttered "But that still doesnt answer my question! What do you care if I even survive or not!?" her hand slowly tightened around the syringe, afraid she would crack it, she let go and it tumbled out of her pocket, clanking against the street "Oh no.." she muttered, looking up at him nervously, despite him helping her, he could end up ratting her out for being a grave robber.
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jupiter_hollow • 29 May 2012 at 3:29 PM

@inkstep

Y'miel frowned. He was just about to snap at the injured girl as his temper was thinning quite a bit but a soft 'thunk' caught his attention and made him glance down to the small syringe rolling near his foot. The thick neon blue liqiud in it gleamed surreally. There was no mistaking it- Zydrate. He didn't pay any thought to it and simply walked away. He'd seen enought of those bottles rolling around his home. Aizel had a dangerous job, he already knew that, and tended to skatter syringes in her room. He'd been shocked at first when he'd found out that the liqiud was extracted from dead bodies. He was used to it now so it didn't surprise him.
"And I don't really care since I've never seen you in my life... but Aizel seems to have a liking to both you and the boy. As hard as it is to believe she doesn't usually save random strangers and bring them home." he half-chuckled.

inkstep • 29 May 2012 at 4:00 PM

"Hmmph" she lowered her head a it, it would take a good amount of bartering to try and get another syringe as good as that one, though she didn't care at the moment. "Still though, you could have just left me, I would have been fine..." she rubbed her arm a bit, she hadn't attatched it properly and the wires were sparking off-course. "I would have been perfectly fine"
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jupiter_hollow • 29 May 2012 at 4:03 PM

@inkstep

Y'miel shook his head.
"Yep, you look perfectly fine with your hand dangling out of its socket. Ya know, you should fix that... And I was told you were almost gutted out on the street. The third reason is quite clear, you're a kid." he stated simply.

inkstep • 29 May 2012 at 4:06 PM

"I'm not a f***ing kid!" she snapped, glaring at him "I'm just short...." she muttered the end of her reply rather grimly, working on re-connecting the wires in her arm, and staying silent otherwise.
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jupiter_hollow • 29 May 2012 at 4:10 PM

@inkstep

He raised an eyebrow at her, ignoring the faul language.
"Oh, yeah? How old are ya, then?" he asked with a scolding look. The sticking wires and bloody part of the prosthetic arm made him want to gag so badly, but he kept his stomach intact and continued towards his house. In his opinion, the girl wasn't older than 15 years, so that meant that she was underage for these kinds of things (escpeically for the missing arm and leg, he reminded himself).

inkstep • 29 May 2012 at 4:14 PM

"I'm 14, but I've been on my own for a while..." she muttered, a soft click and a wet pop sounded as her fingers twitched, she lifted her arm a bit and sighed, finally finished "But it doesnt matter how old I am, I worked with a four year old who could get in, clean out three bodies and get the hell out of there in just minutes...."
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jupiter_hollow • 29 May 2012 at 4:19 PM

@inkstep

Y'miel sighed.
"Grave robber...? Thought so too. And yeah, I've seen lots of those around as well. People do anything for Zydrate." he agreed dryly, the edge of his lips twitching in a frown as he once again glanced down at the girl's arm. It was fixed and he sighed in relief as he noted himself of the lack of sticking out cables and whatnot.

inkstep • 29 May 2012 at 4:23 PM

"I don't do it for the Zydrate...that crap is what cost me the use of my body, the whole reason I'm connected to that stupid thing on my back! it kills your nerves and eventually kills the brain, its also highly addictive, which is why I can get so much for so little, and be able to afford payment" she muttered, holding her arm on her stomack, the metal glinting in a bit of light that seeped into the shadows. "What do you do? it's pretty obvious you dont go stealing drugs from the dead..." she muttered under her breath
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hay7199 • 29 May 2012 at 4:42 PM

Jenny looked at the Raven perched on her sholder as she followed the path in the forest.


Writers Black >.<

Deleted • 29 May 2012 at 4:50 PM

@inkstep
@JUPITER_HOLLOW
'Can't say I have,' Charlie replied, in response to Aizel's question, 'I know most of the Repo's call names, but that's not one of them.' A rough patch of carpeting grazed the stitching that spanned from his rib cage to his hip. Tugging the thread, the carpet loosened Aizel's medical handiwork. Muttering a curse to himself, Charlie directed his attention back to the girl. A wrap at the door caused is jaw to clench. He prayed it wasn't anymore Repos.
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Slidding off the colbalt bike, a leather clad figure slipped toward the door. Checking the paper in thier hand, the rider nodded. 'Tylk residence,' he confirmed aloud and strode with utmost tenacity. Shaply, the knock on the door was loud enough that it surprised the figure. A scuffle of feet sounded from behind the door. A girl with pitless black eyes glared daggers at the helmet shaded face. 'Excuse my rudeness,' snipped the figure, pulling of the helmet. Blonde hair cascaded down the riders shoulders, revealing she was in fact female. 'Gilloutine, I presume?' She asked, slipping a leather, fingerless-gloved hand into the door frame. Even if The Gulliotine, did such with the rider's fingers, she would still have a graple in the frame. 'The name's Pompeii, Harley Pomeii. I'm looking for a certain person. Male, blue eyes. About 5'6'' and answers to the name Bombay. I'm part of the FRCADU, Former Repo Collection and Disposal Unit.'

jupiter_hollow • 29 May 2012 at 4:58 PM

@swimforlife What?