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Post by Dominic "Shadow" Blackwood on Oct 24, 2009 19:08:45 GMT -5
You know, I used to really hate my life, hell I still do, but back then I had absoloutely nothing going for me. I loved in a shit neighbourhood with shit people who had even shitier personalities. The type of place where the kids become alcoholics at 13 and use parks as if they're bars. My life wasn't too interesting, I lived with my loving catholic parents, at least they were loving until they found out I was bi and decided to dump my ass on the street, and after that I thought I was gonna end up lying in a ditch somewhere drunk or bleeding to death.
That all changed when the government decided to make this city into some fantasy Utopia. A new, better world they called it, but I didn't belong to their idea of perfect so I stood up, took their beatings and protested against them. It never made a difference though, I hated that.
Eventually I got myself thrown in the slammer but I planned and eventually managed to escape. Once I got out of there there was some guy in red who grabbed me and made me run after him, after a while he stopped at the old church on East Side and gave me a black and yellow messenger bag and told me to wait for someone, no other explanation.
So here I am waiting inside the church waiting for someone who I'll apparently 'know when I see them'. What the hell does that mean? Whatever, I guess I'll just wait. I remember coming to this place when I was a kid, Sunday School and the weekly service, stuff like that. The father here's a nice guy, it's a shame nobody's paying attention to him, the few here are just staying inside for warmth. I stop by here every now and then I to give the guy some money to keep the place going, the guys faithful, I respect that. Mostly because I lost my faith in everything a long time ago. I prefer to just forget everything and seep into the background, guess that's why people call me "Shadow". I'm seen but no one ever really pays attention.
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Post by Esme "Shorts" Hale on Oct 24, 2009 19:19:51 GMT -5
A young woman entered the church, donning large sunglasses that hid her eyes, and a black leather jacket. She walked up and sat in one of the pews, letting her long blond hair flow behind her, crossing her long, tan legs. She took out a news paper, and took off her sunglasses, revealing pale green eyes, and sat there in silence, reading the newspaper.
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Post by Dominic "Shadow" Blackwood on Oct 24, 2009 19:26:31 GMT -5
I looked up when I saw a blond girl walk into the church. She was blond with a black leather jacket on and large sunglasses, trying to pull off the old biker look I guess. She ended up sitting down two pews in front of me. I wondered if she might be the one I was meant to meet here but shrugged it off, if she was here to get this package, whatever the hell it was, she probably would've come over to me straight away. I propped my feet onto the pew in front of me and slouched in my seat, god I hated waiting.
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Post by Esme "Shorts" Hale on Oct 24, 2009 19:29:15 GMT -5
"Is this your first time, boy?" the woman asked, turning her head slightly to face the man behind her? She smiled a bit, eying the strap of the bag he held on to.
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Post by Dominic "Shadow" Blackwood on Oct 24, 2009 19:33:56 GMT -5
I quirked an eyebrow at her "Boy?" I asked slightly confused. Last I checked I was pretty much matured. "Whatever, so are you the one that wants this damn thing? If you are then I'd be more than happy to have it taken off my hands. I just got outta jail so I really don't need another damn reason for the damn cops to be tailin' my ass."
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Post by Esme "Shorts" Hale on Oct 24, 2009 19:36:17 GMT -5
"Well, we all want that damn thing, but if I do take it, you'll have more than just the blues after you," the woman answered him. "You just got out of jail, you say? What's you profession?" she asked him, a smile playing on her lips.
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Post by Dominic "Shadow" Blackwood on Oct 24, 2009 19:44:35 GMT -5
"I'm unemployed." I awnsered her. " I don't wanna work for anyone in this stupid town, they're all just a bunch o' robots who don't know how to live. If protesting is a job then I guess it was my job but it unfortunately doesn't pay much." I slipped the bag off from around my shoulders incase like I felt like handing the girl my bag. "So who exactly are these other people who would be after me. I wouldn't wanna see that pretty face o' yours dissapointed but I don't wanna end up dead neither."
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Post by Esme "Shorts" Hale on Oct 24, 2009 19:53:05 GMT -5
The woman got up, walking up to the man, staring straight into his eyes. "I'll spare the details, but let's say a lot of people are interested in that bag."
The woman leaned in, her voice quieting. "Have you ever heard of Runners?"
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Post by Dominic "Shadow" Blackwood on Oct 24, 2009 19:56:37 GMT -5
My eyes shot wide. "Runners?" I muttered. "What you tryin' to tell me your one of them or somethin'?" I studied her closely and noticed that her attire seemed quite suited to that profession, if you could even call running from blues a profession. "Sounds like an exciting life. Wouldn't mind gettin' into it myself."
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Post by Esme "Shorts" Hale on Oct 24, 2009 20:02:09 GMT -5
"If you are really interested, then i guess i could pull a few strings, but you have to tell me a few things first," The woman responded, cracking her wrists. The sound made an echo in the church.
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Post by Dominic "Shadow" Blackwood on Oct 24, 2009 20:09:37 GMT -5
I winced slightly at the sound as it echoed through the church, reminding me just how dead this place was before schooling my features and nodding at her. "What do you need to know?"
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Post by Esme "Shorts" Hale on Oct 24, 2009 20:10:54 GMT -5
"Tell me about the one that gave you the bag," She requested, sitting down next to the man, crossing her legs.
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Post by Dominic "Shadow" Blackwood on Oct 24, 2009 20:15:51 GMT -5
I shrugged slightly. "I didn't get much of a look at him but he was wearin' some type of red jacket. I met him just as I got outta the slammer and he just grabbed me and told me to run. He had the bag round his shoulder and when he finally stopped outside here he gave me the bag and told me to wait for someone, he didn't specify who though."
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Post by Esme "Shorts" Hale on Oct 24, 2009 20:18:45 GMT -5
The woman smiled, "The Red's are up to something, huh? Well, anyway, next, what is your name?"
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Post by Dominic "Shadow" Blackwood on Oct 24, 2009 20:23:01 GMT -5
I smirked at her comment, whoever these 'Red's' were they obviously weren't too friendly with this girl. "If you're lookin' for my real name then I'm just gonna tell you what I tell everyone else and that's that I don't have one." I held out my hand to her. "If you wanna call me somethin' then it's Shadow."
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