Bring Light [VULGARITY] [SIGN UP'S STILL OPEN]

OOC: Make sure to tag posts whenever you introduce your character in a new area.


The buzz of the old weary lights roared more than they droned. To a newcomer from an adjacent town, it would be insufferably annoying. Fat foreign guys arriving from city borders would sometimes shout for someone to turn the noise off, yell to no one in particular, and when no one complied, they'd walk off grumbling. The nicer visitors, skinny girls and guys from Hospital-side Murkwell would just rub their templates, looking up at the rapid flicker of lights, perched on the ceiling like roosters. To newcomers, it was annoying. To regulars, they couldn't sleep without it.

The markethouse was huge, but half of it was stuffed with boxes, tents and makeshift dens where burly merchants stored their goods and prostitutes fucked their costumers. The big guys stayed up top, in the supervisors dens, where old men watched young men work from above. Canaries chirped and rapid cats hissed as the market bustled with mall normals, gang members staying in packs. Somewhere in the edge of the store, Coyotes ripped apart a man for not paying what he owed them, hooting and calling. His screams were mortifying, but were just a unique addition to the buzz.

Behind the boxes, stacked high as city skyscrapers, sat a man. He was half undressed, naked from the waist down, glassy-eyed and staring at a girl, pacing silently before him. Nothing about him moved. He just stared, slouched over, teeth gritted. Saliva trailed from his mouth and onto a messily-shaven chin.

The girl stopped pacing. She had been reading something, some mall identification papers. She wore a white gown, not much else, barelegged and barefoot. "You work for the kitchen." she said thoughtfully. "I like food."
"Aah ca gib you some..." the man whispered sluggishly. The girl looked at him with a blink, then tossed the papers aside on the ground, smiling. Surrounding them was a box empire, the bustle of the crowds far away.

The girl continued to smile, bending down to the paralyzed man's face. "Ooh Jack. I'd love some." she whispered softly. She pressed budding lips to his unmoving ones, a delicate kiss from a seemingly delicate girl. She continued to kiss him as she plunged a small knife into him, over and over. When the man's eyes were lulled over, drooping and empty, she pulled away. The man opened his mouth, but only blood came. "Ssh. Don't speak." she whispered.

The girl stood, almost sadly, taking the man's bag with his batteries and food. She left him there. The trashmen always dealt with the bodies, and she had to go bring the bag to Weston. There was no time to waste.

LIGHTHOUSE
22:00

A grey eye looked into the scope of her rifle, her belly lay flat on the observation deck of the light house. Ashley, or better known as Ash, (which was a pun of her name with the situation they were in) was watching her target make their way around the corner. She would have shot him earlier, however the leaves were blocking her of a good view. One might ask, if she knew the man, or would question if he was in her gang. The answer for both would be no.

The Black Masks, as it was in their name, wore masks, ones with red lights that were where they eyes would be. This man obviously wasn't with her. And his batteries belonged to them. Why would you kill a man for his batteries? One would ask. Well, here's the thing, he got too close, and he's going to pay the ultimate price.

A sharp sound came from her gun, as the bullet had left the barrel, and embedded itself in the victim's head. Needless to say, death was instant, as was the blood.

Propping herself onto her elbows, Ashley reached for the walkietalkie and reported the kill, "Hey, we got a dead stray a little bit a ways from the light house. Can I get a scavenger out to loot?" As soon as she finished speaking, a member of the gang left the lighthouse door and sprinted to get anything worth while from the man's body.Once that was over, Ash rose to her feet, collected her gun and made her way down the stairs of the light house. With a blank look, she greeted the scavenger, who showed her what he collected.

"That's it?" She sighed hopelessly. The man shrugged and gestured to the body off in the distance.

"He only had four batteries, a flash light, and a granola bar..."

Shaking her head, Ashley slipped on her mask, and picked up the granola bar and put it in a pouch, leaving the rest to the man. "I'm going to be out." She only received a grunt of acknowledgement before she closed the door behind her.

One hand holding out her flashlight, the other on her pistol holster, she started down the road to the offices. Things had begun to get boring, and Ash wanted nothing more than some excitement.