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WHERE I come from, you ask? Well... it's different from here," Drake said. Fumbling with the proper words in his mind, he hoped he sounded at least somewhat believable. "Back home was a place that was very closed. Like you couldn't find the air to breathe freely even though there was plenty of space around. The people were nice, I suppose, but they were like everyone else. Pretending to care, not really caring. Gets kind of annoying after a while." There. That wasn't a complete lie. Drake never enjoyed the bustling city life of Temen society. He found it suffocating, pressuring him to become something he wasn't, preventing him from reaching his full potential. "In a way, you could say it's like where you came from."

Drake kept his eyes on the walls of the buildings, on the road in front of him, on the shadows that flitted in every nook and cranny, everywhere but Reina's face. He was going insane. Why did a simple trip to an office on his own free will feel so intimidating? From the way his hands were shaking and the way he jumped at every sound, one would have thought he was on his way to his execution.

By the time Carmen made it through the shoving, pushing, and trampling crowds she was pretty sure she didn't want to touch another being for the rest of her existence. The crowd had been noisy, smelly, and sweaty, not exactly an ideal setting for a new life. But it paid off. Finally she was able to enter the city. Her firsts steps inside were rather anti-climactic, but when something was so high in her eyes how could it be anything but? The city was astoundingly beautiful. Everything was how she had pictured it, if only a little less grand. It was still breathtaking. "Here's to new beginnings." she muttered to herself before pulling her baby blue scarf over her nose and red lips. Shoving hands in her pockets and heels clicking she started down the street, heading for the address that they'd given her. This house would probably be a lot smaller than her last one, then again she would be alone. No roommate, no boyfriend, no family coming over, no friends to share it with. All by herself. Well, she couldn't say that it wasn't what was best. The setting sun cast lengthy shadows across the stone streets of Wyonix. It didn't take long for Carmen to locate her new home, nor to be acquainted with it. Kitchen, living room, bedroom, bathroom, spare room, office. That was pretty much the end of it. It almost seemed too big. One person didn't need that much space. Carmen sat in the kitchen for the longest time, simply staring off into space, lost in thought. Finally the silence began to annoy her, it wasn't something she was used to. It would take some time, but for now she would need something to preoccupy her. Carmen left the house without a glance behind her. The air was cool and refreshing. She walked the streets with no real destination in mind, long blond hair flowing behind.

((yeah i think everyone is busy with final exams and such...myself included emo ))

Mikaela opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, contemplating getting up to eat the food that had been placed in her luxurious confines. Sighing, she figured she should do so, if only to keep her body healthy. Rolling out of her soft four-poster, the cuff around her wrist clanked against the bottom of the bed. The sign of her servitude. This was what kept her plugged into the main generator of Wyonix. She was tied to it in this way all day, and all night. There was no drain on her body, but the feeling of slavery was still there. Not to mention she hadn't left her room for more than a few days in the last six years. Most of them recently, as she was moved from her former home to here.

"Why me, Mother Tera..."

Depression was taking her by storm. When she was younger she hadn't minded as much, despite her past experiences with the outside world. She was grateful to the scientists who had saved her, and had wanted to repay them in what ways she could. However, after so long in a cage like this...Especially after her recent foray into reality again, she realized she was not satisfied. After taking a firm root, this thought had spread quickly and thouroughly, leaving her with nothing else. Mikaela still appreciated what the scientists had done...but was there no way to let her outside every now and then?


Tyler strode closer towards the city centre, looking almost literally for trouble. The crowded street was brimming with life and excitement for the new city. In the dimming light, he watched as the streetlights began turning on. The soft glow was extremely pleasant, and very bright. He wondered what they used to power it, the claims had been that Wyonix was using a waste free way to generate electricity, but he didn't understand what it could be. Suddenly, a blond woman with a soft blue scarf streamed by in the opposite direction. Her striking appearance and nonchalant attitude caught his attention rather quickly. Looking around once, he walked another block, and when he was sure no one was going to notice him in the chaos, he turned right around, keeping an eye on the blue scarf and waving blond hair.

Troa had a cold shiver run down his spine, a familiar feeling for him to know he was followed. One of the few things he was grateful for his past about. Turning into a shop as he flicked away his smoke, he bought another pack of smokes. Taking the chance to see the familiar gleam of a silver jacket, he sighed a little to himself and walked out lighting a smoke. Taking the chance to look right at her, smirking as a truck drove by. When the truck began to turn, he hopped onto the step and grabbed onto the bar. As soon as he was sure she couldn't seen anymore, he hopped off. Dropping the smoke, he dashed down an ally. Jumping off a trash can, he hopped onto a fire escape and climbed onto the roof. Scanning the area quickly, he tried to spot his roof quickly. Finding it, he dashed and jumped off the roof to another. In the ally behind his building, a few roofs later. He climbed down the fire escape and climbed through his window. "Why do I get a bad feeling about this...?" He muttered, no longer wanting a smoke. Instead, he pulled out a bottle of brandy. Opening the bottle, he just took a swig.

((Just as a general reminder, even though I'm not specifically requesting this RP to be literate length, please write enough to ensure that there is minimal confusion. I understand that misinterpretations are a given, but I want to see if we can minimize this. In the event that confusion does occur, please contact me and / or the people related to the issue.))

THE NIGHT was truly beautiful. Even though the city lights blurred his vision, he could still make out the clear glimmering dots that marked the millions of stars in the universe. Aside from the twin moons that orbited Terrato, Earth could be seen peaking out just over the horizon as a gargantuan grey sphere. The Sun must be acting up again, Drake thought, the dimensional barrier is very weak tonight. If one were to look close enough, they would be able to see the occasional pile of rubble that indicated a fallen city under the swirling mass of sickly yellow clouds.

Reina seemed very happy out here in the real world -something that he was afraid would happen. Taking a deep breath, solidifying his resolve, he placed his hand on her back, guiding her towards the office. He hoped she wouldn't recognize the sign too soon. Opening the door to the rather nondescript building, the first thing Drake realized was the tense aura. It was almost as if he had just walked into a dragon's den. How ironic.

The reaction was almost immediate. In the instant it took him to open his mouth, police officers sprung out of the shadows from all directions. Drake counted three men before they had him pinned against the wall, wrists already in cuffs. He could tell more of them were filtering out into the open now that their target was caught. At least one of them had their gun trained on him -the tell-tale click of the safety switch being turned off told him that.

"Look, boys. I did you all a favour, and this is how you repay me?" Drake said, weighing each word with the force of his will. "I brought someone of value back to you. The least you could do is let me free." He almost laughed in relief when he felt the officer handling the keys released his arm to, what he had hoped, unlock the infuriating buggers. His victory was short lived however as a frustrated yell pierced through the silence of the room.

"Bunch of worthless, god forsaken, pieces of crap!" the voice bellowed. Drake tried to twist around to see what b*****d had interrupted him. It was a sorry mistake. The man picked up on the action, doubling his speed to reach him in the blink of an eye. Grabbing a handful of Drake's signature blue hair, he smashed the boy's head against the wall. Momentarily stunned, Drake couldn't defend himself as the man landed one kick after another. He couldn't even hear himself through the pounding in his ears.

"You're all useless, you know that? Useless! After all the briefing you sat through outlining every single bloody detail, you still managed to fall into his trap!" the man yelled, accenting each point with another kick. After spitting out strings of curses, he seemed to cool down a bit. At least, enough to take his foot off Drake's quivering body. "Put a damn muzzle on him. I won't have this mutt running loose in my office."

Many people had retired for the night, but some were still floating about, a decent amount in fact. Probably too excited to just go to sleep. It was their first day, after all. Carmen however was not one of those people, she was simply bored. Heels clicking she made her way down the streets, not entirely sure where she was going, nor what she was going to do when she got there. She just needed the cool night air and the sound of other people around her. Icy blue eyes watched as thousands of people walked past her, each one having a different story and a different destination. She would never know any of them, not unless she stopped to ask, which of course she wouldn't. Carmen was about to turn around when she heard a scream. It sounded an awful lot like a girl's scream, and not a fun playful one either. Carmen sped up and headed in the direction of the noise. Maybe she had imagined it, after all it had been so faint. Her heart skipped a beat, it could have been real. There was no harm in checking it out, right? If it wasn't real then she would just look stupid, and if it was, maybe someone needed her help. Carmen was running by the time she got to the scene. It only took seconds for her to take in what was happening. Though she didn't understand completely she was one smart cookie and could come up with a lie in seconds. A boy with blue hair was being handled roughly by police and a little girl was watching with tears in her eyes. The scream must have been hers. "Oh my God! There you are!" Carmen rushed up and embraced the girl, her breath coming in pants. "I have been looking all over for you! Where have you been?" Carmen straightened, but kept her arm around the girl's shoulders. "'The kid' is coming with me." she said forcefully. Now she just needed an excuse as to why. Carmen noticed the hospital gown, though she could only speculate as to why it made lying slightly less challenging. "I'm Dr. Carmen Marat and she is one of mine. I lost her in the train station and have been looking for her for over an hour now. This man must have picked her up." The name was a lie, but at least she spoke with the authority of a doctor. Having been one before it wasn't hard to do, in fact she still had her lab i.d. on her. Carmen pulled it out and flashed the officer her picture, though she was careful to cover up the last name before shoving it back in her coat pocket.

((Sorry. I feel the confusion was because of my post. I will try and be more determinant in my writing. ))
For a long while nothing happened, and she became bored. Honestly, you would think that in a new city interesting things would happen, but no. Ysa rolled her eyes in slight exasperation and lowered her pace, letting the young boy and whomever he was following fade off in the thinning crowd. She continued on her random path, but no longer followed a target. Sooner or later, she'd find him again. Cities were small to those who roamed them freely. She took a deep breath looked ahead of her as she walked.

Many people began to head to their new homes, as was often expected in the evenings. However, it was just the beginning of the night for Ysa. Those of darker moral character tended to come out the darker it was outside. She wondered aimlessly, hoping to run into such people but was disappointed that she encountered none. Eventually something unexpected happened and she paused. It was far away and muffled by the noise of the street, but she was positive that what she heard was a scream. She looked in the direction of the distress, but did not change her course. If someone was in trouble, there was something to entertain her, but if it was someone who needed help- she couldn't help without some sort of fee. She altered her path and set a definite course. Ysa decided that it would probably be more productive to return to the headquarters. After all, there was only so much scouting anyone could handle for one day. So, to the already established underground community she headed, careful that she wasn't followed. After all, once she got to the headquarters perhaps someone would have a potential job for her and her mercenaries.