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Post by Amira Williams on Jun 21, 2015 23:09:06 GMT
❝ | The sibyl system didn’t deem me a big enough threat. I’ve been snapping necks once I hit the dance floor. | ❞ |
The Edge was about as horrendous a place to grow up as any other just outside the reaches of the sibyl system but that wasn’t what led Amber to these slums. Upon the edge of the system her dominator had registered a civilian that was anything but acceptable who also sprinted at the first sight of her dominator. A formidable weapon for such a person prepared for disintegrating the individual without a second's hesitation. Unfortunately the figure was quite shaded when she caught the first glimpse and began sprinting off. As the shot was preparing charging up.
Amber’s breathing wasn’t that labored yet as she had been quite prepared for such athletics. Back at the office she was told that there were some gang members who needed to be caught. The girl was quite enraged by the fact that someone would dare out shine her once glorious gang ever since she was taken away to work as a hound for the MWPSB. Instead of the continuous inhaling and exhaling that accompanied the usual chase she grumbled angrily as she had now managed to run far from her handlers reach and that of Sibyl. The long alleyways twisted and turned leading the carrot topped girl into a dead end. Aggravated with her own inability she slowly approached the wall that she was lead to.
“Son of a b-” Amira’s silenced herself before shouting out the obscene word with a quick thrust of her fist into the wall. At this point she had already disrobed her enforcer coat as it was nothing more than extra weight slowing her down. “That frick’n thing got in my way and now I have lost the criminal.” Standing inside the dark alleyway she looked down at her dominator which was fritzing out and powered down. “Great and this darn gun has become useless.
Her surroundings were dim but a fire escape was a few meters up above her, something that an investigator wouldn’t have slipped up with or her for that matter back when she was a gang member. She became rubbish in her time as an enforcer for free running and completely forgot that such folks may have known different routs out of such alleys.
Hanging her head she began to finally show her exhaustion from the chase that she was led on. Amira's chest raising and lowering those to bulbous mounds that were being supported by a bra matching her own head. "Welp I'm probably gonna get tazed when I make it back to my investigator." Sighing she leaned with her head now supporting her weight upon the wall.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2015 2:27:57 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]<3 <3 ulla [attr="class","sun"]I am Happy * that's just the saddest lie The Edge: The perfect place to hold out a contract and trade illegal drugs with another gang, or so Ember thought. Being the only person currently in her gang, she had to become all the positions by herself and at once. Crimson orbs taking in every detail as they scanned her surroundings, lips pursed and breath hitched as she made her way to the designated location where the trade would take place, every single one of Ember's senses were on high alert because who knew what could happen. Of course an eerie, wide, sinister grin was plastered across her face; Ember simply wouldn't be herself without the butterfly feeling of excitement making her stomach feel as if it were to cave in at any second followed by a glare and smirk that could kill.
Sirens. Ember's eyes, circled with blacks rims, widened as her heart nearly stopped. Though, the feeling faded as she heard footsteps rushing her way and the sound of commands being shouted aloud. "Idiots." Ember mused, her grin turning into something far more wicked. She waited for whomever was chosen to chase her to get close, close enough for her to see their silhouette in the darkened alley, before beginning to run. Ember had nothing to lose anyhow, she was planning to trick the gang and steal their goods behind their back so no dead weight could hold her back. Besides a pistol shoved in her brown, leather shorts well Ember had no other way to protect herself when it came to ranged combat.
Boots heels loudly hitting pavement, Ember sped down the alleys with her chaser quite aways behind her, which made the twenty-three year old laugh aloud. The laughing wouldn't cease, but only get louder the longer the chuckles lasted. Ember was having the time of her life, and could easily escape. If she wanted to escape, that is.
"Oh?" Ember innocently huffed, peering upwards, tapping her chin. She'd paused in her tracks seeing as she was currently stopped due to a dead end which meant another way had to be found. Her eyes locked on a fire escape, and all it would take was a little climbing. The footsteps of her chaser becoming more noticeable, Ember made a quick choice and made it to the escape in record time. Just as she became hidden in the dead of night, the one who'd taken it upon themselves to run for this long appeared. And, honestly, Ember hadn't expected the person to be her.
Emeber's heart stopped, but not from exhaustion. From utter surprise. Her eyes widened even moreso than before, and teared up. Shaky breaths and whimpers made their way from Ember's throat, much to her dismay. She shook her head, not believing what was taking place, and wiped her tears away in disbelief. "No, no, no." Ember then bit her bottom lip, beginning to laugh once more and rolled her crimson eyes. "Shut up, Emily." Another laugh, much more confident around this time, echoed off the surrounding walls. 'She left me... she left me. That bitch...' Ember felt her heart swell as those thoughts ran through her head. Her one true love... became a worker for the MWPSB. That really hit close to home.
Everything she felt at this moment, was replaced with pure hatred mixed with a sadistic lust. Ember lifted herself and held onto the escape, hopping over it, hanging. Then, she leaped down silently, crouching as her feet hit the ground. Hidden by the darkness, Ember waited for the Enforcer to bend down due to intense exhaustion before emerging from the shadows. Sneaking behind her childhood friend, Ember grabbed the female's hair and yanked it before pulling an arm around her neck. She had the woman in a choke-hold, able to kill her anytime if need be.
One arm locked around the other female's neck, the other roaming to skin over the breasts of her ex-friend, Ember giggled like a child and touched her cheek to the other's face. "Hello sunshine~ Remember me?" Ember purred, poking at the cleavage that bounced underneath. "You always were so very beautiful." Touching their bodies close, Ember made sure her hips were ground into Amira's.
"I can't tell if I'm excited to see you... or if there's a gun in my pants." Laughing hysterically at her joke, Ember quickly pulled the weapon from her pants and held it out to show her friend, moving in front of Amira while holding her at gun-point. "I guess there's just a gun..."
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21 Year Old.
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Post by Amira Williams on Jun 22, 2015 12:16:52 GMT
❝ | The sibyl system didn’t deem me a big enough threat. I’ve been snapping necks once I hit the dance floor. | ❞ |
Amber stood crouched over annoyed with her failure to catch the last member at the illegal trade, it was odd she almost felt like the path she was run down was a familiar one. In the old days she use to weave such routes to avoid the MWPSB. Her breathe was still a bit labored till she heard what sounded to be faint laughter that was echoing off the alley walls. The laughter that had drawn her this far was a strange manic one as if the person truly wasn’t in their right mind. Even more of a reason why she needed to catch them and either talk them down or put them down. The dominator’s signal died though leaving her only one option if she had found the silhouette that beckoned her into the shadows.
Gonna get a stern talking to when they catch up with me, if they catch up with me. Might as well prove to them I’m a loyal hound and make my way back. In the silence she could still hear that echoing laughster but she knew that those alley’s could echo for hours. I guess you win today whoever.
Before she even could think she felt a yank upon her hair. Reeling backwards from her crimson locks being pulled down she tried to get a bead on her attacker with the dominator. It briefly lit up showing a high crime coefficient before turning off again. Crud! She first tried break free of the choke-hold but she couldn’t each time she attempted to struggle against the arm it grew tighter around her neck. No this can’t be it for Amber I can’t die like this.
As her assaulter's body now rested against her back side she heard the childish giggle as if it was a distant memory. “Ember?”
She then began to speak up the gun that was in her pants probing her back like that of an aroused set of trousers. A comforting sense till she heard the little joke and remark about her own appeal. What on earth does she think she is doing. Oh crud … that is right she didn’t ever see what happened since I was lurking in the shadow keeping the MWPSB off of her trail.
The usual embrace of her past friend caused her to actually fear for her life in the first time in a while. “Sweetie please let me explain myself, I’ve got a good explanation of why I was forced into this role of fox and hound. Although I must say I’m feeling a bit more like the hunted.” She watched as she pointed out the gun to her. “That is a nice piece? But please let me explain, you remember that day when I never made contact with you on the ways to the weapon drop. We were both supposed to pick up our sweet shiniez?”
Ember was a bit of a loose canon even when she knew her but being at the end of a barrel made her feel quite nervous. “I love you and the gang that is why I kept the enforcers that were tracking us down that day. I led them on the craziest of goose chases. I guess my Crime Coefficient isn’t a shoot to kill which also made it optimal.” Gulping she swallowed down some saliva, easing her dry throat as she continued to converse with an old friend.
“Trust me it isn’t the best way to live but I was hoping to keep you safe baby.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2015 1:40:15 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]557 words [attr="class","gold"]things r heated ulla [attr="class","sun"]I am Happy * that's just the saddest lie "Surprised you remember my name after all this time, Amber." Ember replied as she trailed her fingers from Amira's chest to her hips, skimming the skin all for jokes. Yet, a part of Ember admired her ex-friend's body, and oh how she wished she could just take her home; but, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Was it? As Ember pulled away and retrieved her gun, forcing Amira to become the underdog, she shook her head in denial. "Sweetie? Don't act like you can call me any names other than Ember after what's happened. You're a disgrace." Ember began crying again, though a wicked smile remained painted across her face. Honestly, she didn't even bother wiping away the tears anymore, letting them glide down her cheeks and drip off onto the ground like rain. "This'd better be good..." Ember muttered, crimson orbs scanning the body before her.
Though it was hard for her to listen to Amira, she had to. She had to know, know everything despite Ember's mind telling her to run and never look back. She'd been fine without her all along, so why would Ember even need Amira right now... Why did she want so badly to escape with the female Enforcer? Inhaling and exhaling deeply, chewing on her bottom lip, Ember's odd laughter full of pure hatred muffled sobs of sorrow. "No, no, no..." Ember shook her head, growling at Amira. "You liar! If you loved me, if you loved the gang, then you'd fucking come back! You'd escape the MWPSB instead of becoming their playtoy. That's what you'd do, instead you sit back and become a worker. How many people have you captured, huh? How many people like me?" Hand shaking along with the gun in her hand, Ember was moments away from pulling the trigger to end it all. The only thing stopping her had to be Amira's answers to her questions. They couldn't go unanswered, for the sake of Ember's already-depleting sanity.
"If you were dead... I wouldn't have to suffer." Ember sniffled, finally using her arm to swipe away at her tear-stained, wet face. Trembling greatly, knees buckling, laughs dying down to nothing but mere, quiet huffs of squeaky breath, Ember didn't know how much longer she could last in the presence of her ex-friend. Someone she loved so much and wanted at her side, yet hated to an end.
"I said don't call me that!" Ember screamed, pulling the trigger multiple times as she moved to place the barrel of the gun directly against Amira's forehead, though sighed loudly when it seemed there were no bullets place inside. Fumbling for the bullets located in the strap buckled around her waist, Ember failed miserably. 'Forget it, Emily. You couldn't shoot her if you wanted.' The twenty-three year old argued with herself, eventually simply throwing the pistol at Amira's head. "You've broken me... Are you happy?! Is this what you wanted?!" Hugging herself in desperate need for comfort, Ember decided to just let go of holding back and cried. Cried after all of these years. "You didn't keep me safe. You never did in the first place. I only kept you because you were pretty. A pretty bitch is all." These words were obviously faked as Ember stuttered as she said them. But what else was there to say?
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21 Year Old.
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Post by Amira Williams on Jun 28, 2015 2:21:01 GMT
❝ | The sibyl system didn’t deem me a big enough threat. I’ve been snapping necks once I hit the dance floor. | ❞ |
“Of course I remember your name,” Amber’s voice a bit shaky from feeling her emotionally unstable friend now gliding her fingers across her chest and down to her hips in a teasing fashion. After all those years of putting criminals in the slammer she waited and searched for signs of her existence and liveliness and finally she had found her sadly the MWPSB had strangely left its mark on her making this encounter even more unpleasant. It was odd that those moments of reunion always went along better in her mind, a few grandiose hugs and then possibly talking about what the others had been doing. Never did she take into affect that Ember would have been quite so emotional about her initial disappearance although looking at it now the thought of her being dead after all those years was a bit of nerve wracking experience.
As she surrendered her dominator to Ember she was now stuck at her will with a gun that had been utterly useless thanks to the reach they had met in the Edge. The fashion in which Ember was taking all of this didn’t put her at ease either as she now felt herself felt quite helpless a sensation that for the few years she had worked as a dog was never experienced. The tossing of her head in denial and tears streaking down the pale cheeks of her dear friend she began to grow quite worried knowing that one of those damned investigators wouldn’t be too far off and she couldn’t have her screaming and crying like this otherwise it would draw further attention to them.
As her story had finished she honestly hoped that the emotional rollercoaster they had hopped onto would have leveled out but it would seem the soothing intention hadn’t quite worked. Each no of denial further cut into her as if Ember was slipping the knife deep through her gut and releasing the contents of her last meal from the department. As she threw all those years back in her face with the gang and the matter that she now was working with the MWPSB which deep down she did feel disgust toward she had met a few people she quite enjoyed torturing with her remarks and jibes.
Exasperated beyond belief she began to plead with Ember, “Please Ember you have to believe me you have to keep quiet otherwise they are going to find us the only reason why they haven’t circled in on us is thanks to the poor reception of that dreaded sibyl system that is plaguing this city and ruining good honest work like we use to take on.” Watching the gun rise up again aimed toward her Amber knew that this could end one of two ways depending on her answer. “I’ve captured a few more than I would like … but you have to understand it was either this or solitary confinement with me and I couldn’t risk them catching you! Do you think I wanted to be one of their dogs no I would have rather died but the thought of them killing you was something I couldn’t live with.”
Lowering her head she began to feel the fear of death taking over her body as she quivered her eyes upon the barrel. As her finger inched onto the trigger she closed her eyes hearing the clicks of an empty gun misfiring as she now felt the gun pressed into her forehead. Relief overtook her shortly as she hadn’t been riddled with holes by Ember but as she began to pluck at the ammo belt Amber closed her eyes.
“If I could leave with you now I would, but my crime coefficient would rise to the killing zone … and how could I act as your meat shield when those bastards catch up with us huh?” She said as earnestly as she could. She then heard the remarks of why Ember said she kept her around crying a bit seeing how pained she really was as she lied quite terribly to her. The mess that was ember now hugging herself. As the gun came spiralling at her head she felt it impact against the side of her mouth. A brilliant hit and epic fail of hers to duck but she thought it would win a bit more pity if she took it.
Collapsing to her knees from the tossed gun she cringed in pain her lip now gushing out blood as it had split both on the inside and outside. Pathetically she looked up toward Ember, “I never wanted this you are in the right to slit my throat from ear to ear or riddle me with bullets.” She groaned holding a hand up to her mouth pressing against the blood making it gush out a bit more. Then suddenly she turned her head and spat out a blood covered tooth that had taken the majority of the blow.
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