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Post by Oliver on Oct 30, 2008 22:49:36 GMT -5
The dirty, soot stained streets of Lindblum are now a muddled mix of gray and black mud and watery grime to which Oliver takes certain delight in jumping into the middle of.
Its quiet in the city this morning, with people quickly going to their destinations instead of walking in a casual stroll. Few refuse to look at any passerby, keeping their eyes straight ahead, tense and detached.
The windows and doors to the shops and flats on the streets are all shut, appearing closed and unwelcoming, a far cry to the life and energy the city once had but the scene began to change as they walked towards the Crest, away from where the wealthy and middle-class reside. The buildings became more and more decrepit yet there was still energy in the cold, brisk air. Carts sell fruits and vegetables still lined street corners with all lower walks of life examining what the venders had for sale.
On street corners stood groups of woman and men, talking amoungst themselves. Kids still were playing in the streets, bundled up for the wet weather. The aura in the area was tense but no where near the glum, frightened, and unwelcomed atmosphere the wealthier districts had.
Oliver looks to Iole as they approach a street corner, leading to the very outskirts of the Crest. With his hands in his pockets, head staring down, he steps off the sidewalk and onto the street. "So, I'loe not all worried abous gett'in gunk on ya clothes ar'ya? I kno girls hate gett'in dirty, specially fancy girl lik'ya." He goofily sticks his tongue at her before bolting to the next sidewalk, kicking a stone on the street before jumping up on the sidewalk.
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Post by Eva Natsuki on Oct 30, 2008 23:24:48 GMT -5
::Eva gotten out and stretched while looking around at the city::
It seems...darker...and more depressing here.
::She frowned a bit slightly to herself as she started looking around::
Looks like a perfect setting for a horror movie or something...
::She just shook her head after hearing Oliver's jab about females hating to get dirty::
If the child only knew how opposite that statement was...
::Though Eva didn't want to admit it, she knew it was the first time she's been in an area like this though part of her knew leaving her guard down might now be a wise decision.::
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Post by Iole on Oct 31, 2008 0:16:49 GMT -5
::Iole is already drenched in filthy water from Oliver's leaping around and her skin and clothes have a dingy gray overcoat::
I've been meaning to get some new threads anyway.
::She bends over a little with her arms out in front of her, like she's about to get on all fours. Then in a canine movement, she shakes the water from her clothes and wet tangled hair::
You know, you act pretty tough, and you know your way around the streets sure, but I'm willing to bet you've never been in a real fight before.
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Post by Oliver on Oct 31, 2008 0:32:04 GMT -5
Oliver spots Iole behind him, doing that odd canine like shake of her body to discharge the water. Though he pretends to act cool about it, as if it wasn't something strange and continues walking until...
Oliver does a dead stop and turns around. "I too hav been In'a fighs! Fighs all the time, I have. Jus las month was in a bat'le over ta east side." He punches the air, like a boxer would. "Me ShawnKills agains those flea infest'id bas'ards Bowery Boys, wiped ta streets with them, we did." He now slices through the air with a shoddy shank, the one almost used against Rena. He jumps to a lamp-post, swings around it, and dives off in a mock fighting display "Eyah! Uh! Hah! Jus like that it was." With a twirl of the knife, he jams it back into the back of his pants, beside his tail.
Casually and cool, Oliver rests against the lamp-post and cockily grins to Iole. "So ya, I'v fught plenty! Evan gos some scars to prove it, I have!"
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Post by Iole on Oct 31, 2008 0:44:06 GMT -5
::Iole gives him a half-hearted smile, clearly unimpressed::
Petty street gang squabbles don't count. Hey Ollie, you might be a little young to remember this, but have you heard of the time the Empire invaded this city with those Magiteks? You know, the Sands war?
::She lifts her shirt just past her stomach. There's a bright pink circle, barely visible against her skin::
Magitek electrical missile. Stung like a b***h. Would've healed right up if they hadn't iced the damn thing over. Never really has gone away.
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Post by Oliver on Oct 31, 2008 0:56:31 GMT -5
Oliver looks at her scar curiously. "A missel?" He tilts his head. "Souns nasty, and ya I heard abou'hat once or twice, I did. S'ill some places all brok'n up from it, there are. Hey, I gos one." Oliver hastily pulls up his left sleeve and brushes the fur aside, where, originally hidden by the fur is a long, fairly wide, scar going down along his bicep. "Go'this one in a figh't year ago. Bowery Boy s'iced me wit'a wrist knife. Bleed somtin fierce!"
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Post by Iole on Oct 31, 2008 1:01:57 GMT -5
::Iole shakes her head pityingly::
Not to get too personal, but what did your mother think of that? Was there really any point to that? What was so bad about these Bowery Boys that you felt the need to shank them?
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Post by Oliver on Oct 31, 2008 1:13:50 GMT -5
Oliver grows a little less exuberant after Iole asks her simple question. "Uh... wel'is not ike she was't concerned none, she was. Jus, thas one way here to make gil, it is. Gangs get'a meds, food, stuff, thas we all c'ant afford none. Ta gang runn'in ta show has ta power to opp'erte in ta open." There's a pause in Oliver's words as he takes a slow look at the street around them, seeing the poor and destitute of the slum. Their whole world covered in a dingy gray of life, cold, and without the comfort or security that so many others in the city have. He then looks to Iole, his eyes begging for her to understand his way of life, so different from hers. "Thas why I grab'ed ta meds at the loony bin, we dont'ave nut'in here. Meds like those can give us a 'ittle bit of hope, it can. Thas why we need ta gangs, they get wha we all need."
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Post by Iole on Oct 31, 2008 1:35:18 GMT -5
::Iole frowns::
And I guess they've already tried everything. From what I've heard, it doesn't sound like the King has made any efforts on your behalf. None of the other half does really. But isn't that all the more reason for you and the rest to be working together instead of fighting amongst yourselves? Those Bowery boys are in the same boat as you weren't they? I'll bet each one of them had a mom somewhere that was worrying about them and needed those meds just as much as you did.
::She notices that pleading look he's giving her::
Oh don't look at me like that. I'm not judging you or anything. I'm just saying that when you raise a weapon, you should probably consider what it's for. If it's worth it. Your life is precious and you shouldn't be so eager to throw it away. That goes for whoever's life you're looking to cut short as well.
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Post by Oliver on Oct 31, 2008 1:45:14 GMT -5
"Is'orth it, not ike we're goin anywhere fas here. Liv'in ta Crest, die in ta Crest, plain and simple, it is."
Oliver turns and starts to walk again, though he continues to talk. "An yea, it 'ight seem stupid to you. All ta fightin and stuff, but thas the way it's here, dog eat dog. Ev'ry gang has their own bel'ifs, ideals, wants, desires... ya know how tha is."
Just then, as he passes near an alley, two boys - around Iole's age, appear out of the dank darkness there in. They are dressed in dark gray pants with dirty white button-down shirts and black bowler hats, each wielding a make-shift weapon of some sort.
Bowery Boy 1: "E'll E'll, if it aint itt'le ol' Oliver of the Shawnkills." Bowery Boy 2: "Talk'in abous us are ya now?"
From behind Iole, another boy approaches, dressed the same as the first two.
Bowery Boy 3: "Eya, ges a gander at this 'ine 'ittle lass." He circles around Iole, acting menacing and belligerent.
Bowery Boy 2: "So, itt'le Oliver hows ta mum?"
They slowly circle in closer around the two, Oliver backing up near Iole.
Bowery Boy 3: "H'ard she ran int'a the Har'ester, she did. Thas a spot of bad 'uck, now ain't that?"
Bowery Boy 1: "Tha your gurl'reind, 'ittle Oliver? Ya showin off ta her are ya?"
The second Bowery Boy bets beside Iole, his grimy fingers inching closer to her arm. "Ay, why ya with tis 'ittle baby. How'outa come wit us, show ya a good time, we will. Leas our goolies 'ave dropped."
Oliver's face distorts with anger. "Ges away from her, Boweries." He growls, blaring his teeth.
All three boys laugh.
Bowery Boy 2: "'Itte ratty gos sum teeth he does."
The first boy taps his shillelagh on the side of Oliver's muzzle. "Bes we could 'nock em outa ya."
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Post by Iole on Oct 31, 2008 2:15:40 GMT -5
::Iole smirks at the newcomers::
Let's get along now children. We don't want any trouble. Tell you what, I'll give you to the count of three to crawl back into whatever chemical plant you crawled out of, and we won't maim you. Or else, I'll tell you exactly how this is going to end.
::The boys snicker collectively as she goes on in her prediction::
You, with the pimples, you're going to have a broken shoulder. You, short bendy and scrawny, are going to be bleeding out your nose. And you with the hands-on approach are going to run the other way screaming like a girl right before I catch you and hang you and your buddies from a roof corner by your underwear.
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Post by Dante Shadesang on Oct 31, 2008 3:59:00 GMT -5
Dante walks out of the train... avoiding the stream shooting out from it this time. He overhears Lilith of heading to meet the captain themselves alone so the captain does not put up a fit. Later after they left, he overhears Oliver heading some quick and Iole says to just head to an inn and that she will be back later. In an instant, they both ran off...
"As much as Iole has grown up... I feel best to make sure they both do not get into some sort of trouble... especially now that Oliver is with her. He is not a bad child but the people or group he may be affiliated with may be..." He turns to Eva. "However, that is my say; you known Iole better than I have as she considered you as her sister... and Iole could easily shapeshift into self-defense so" His mind starts to conflict a bit with worry and confidence in Iole she is experienced and all right... and vice versa...
Geez, can't you make up your mind for once? Keep quiet, damn it!
"... well, what is your thought?"
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Oct 31, 2008 5:00:12 GMT -5
"Hey," Ren said as he was running behind them. "You didn't have to leave me there, right!"
He looks at them as he caught up with them. "After all, you kids need someone to make sure you don't get into trouble." He finished. He looked at the boys who were causing trouble.
"You're messing with them?" He asked in a kind tone. He then put his finger on a kid's, the one with pimples, forehead and the kid fell backwards unconscious. He then smiled at the other boy. "Nice to meet you then."
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Post by Oliver on Oct 31, 2008 11:31:28 GMT -5
((Face palm))
Oliver sighs as Ren interferes, knowing full well that he just started full on gang war because where there are three Bowery Boys, there are two dozen or more waiting nearby.
Both Bowery Boys: "Ges em!"
Ren suddenly gets a shillelagh struck upside his head, striking him in the chin in an upward swing and knocking him to the ground.
Just then, like rats from a sinking ship, Bowery Boys start swarming out of every knook and cranny on the streets. People run for cover, windows shut, fruit carts quickly up and move away as the massive army of Bowery Boys flood onto the street, with their make-shift weapons all beating to a same rythem. It's a sea of black bowler hats that's flowing quickly towards them.
Oliver grabs Iole's hand. "Jus run!" Then, as Iole had dome to him, Oliver now does to Iole and pulls her away from the coming onslaught. He guides her down the street, ducking and dodging past Bowery Boys, lamp-posts, people, before ducking down an alley.
Through the alley, Oliver guides Iole into the back of someones first floor flat, eliciting screams of surprise from the occupants till they exit through the front door and charge up the building's stairwell to the roof.
Oliver leads Iole across the roof, using the wood-plank bridges to cross from one roof to the next till they are just out of earshot of the sounds of the Bowery Boys in the streets far back and below. Oliver stops then, letting Iole go and walks to the roof they are on ledge.
"Tis why I 'ike doin things by myself, dunno how the streets work, ya don't." He sighs frustratedly. "You a'right, Iole? That Ren bloke got a nice all knock." He giggles at the thoughts of how quickly Ren went down being taken by surprise. He turns back around to face Iole. "Well, leas we gos a nice view from up here."
Just behind Oliver, the Royal Palace stands in the distance with an armada of airships circling around its rising form. The city itself, with its high walls and multiple levels surrounds them like guardians, creating a sensation of being boxed in or at the bottom of a deep canyon.
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Post by Eva Natsuki on Oct 31, 2008 14:21:22 GMT -5
::Eva watched them run off with a smile and shook her head::
"She's been in battles just like we have, if she needs any help she'll let us know."
::She looked towards Dante and motioned him to follow her as they leave from the station to walk around the town::
"Now, how about you telling me where you have ran off to after we left from Costa."
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Post by Iole on Oct 31, 2008 17:09:47 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry, just been kind of under the weather today, which sucks because it's Halloween!!!!)
::Iole tries to catch her breath, though she seems a little more excited than tired::
Well that was an adventure. Think Ren will be okay? How long have you guys been following us anyway? You really should have just gone back to the inn. No offense, but you guys really stick out.
::She hangs her feet over the ledge of the roof::
The view's pretty nice up here Ollie. You come here a lot?
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Post by Oliver on Oct 31, 2008 18:26:44 GMT -5
((Don't think the others are with us still, we're alone! *DUN DUNDUN* Also, sucks don't it? I was coughing up blood yesterday and now its rainy and cold.))
"Ah, Ren wil'be ine. Ta Bowery Boys wi'l rough him up sum, but he'll be a'live. Long as'he don't try k'illin em." Oliver sits down beside Iole and shrugs. "Eh, Shawnkills use ta roofs to move at ni'ht, would't say I come 'ere a'ot."
Oliver points out an alley just down below, opposite the side of the street their own. "Thas w'ere I'm go'in. Crest doc, only tru'le good guy in ta whole place excep don 'ell ta oinkers tha, can't be'a doc wit'out a licen's but no'one 'ould help us otterwise."
Oliver kicks his feet against the side of the building as he stares down to the ground. The street several stories below, still awash of gray soot with gray people. " Do'let was so muc more colo'rful then tis place."
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Oct 31, 2008 19:00:40 GMT -5
The knocked up Ren started to dissintegrate. A few metres away the real ren was fighting a greater pack of kids. He was fighting them as if it was child's play and he was still smiling. They were no match to him their attacks were not even a match against Ren's. Ren wasn't fighting them with all his his strength but instead he was continually dodging and pushing back their foreheads knocking them unconscious one by one. He was quick and in a minute's time all of them were lying on the ground.
He jumps to the same roof as Iole and Oliver. "Who are those boys? You didn't actually think that I was knocked out just because of that kid did you?" He smiled at them.
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Post by Oliver on Oct 31, 2008 19:09:29 GMT -5
Oliver looks to Ren, his eyes narrowed. "Oh, ya a'ive... imagine tha. They be ta Bowery Boys, rival gang and why are ya foll'in us? We per'ectly able to wa'ch ourselves, we are. I tota'ly had em if ya did't start sumething, I did."
Oliver leans back, his arms behind him, propping himself up. "Wonda wha ta others are doin, tha Ames guy is a real wanker."
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Oct 31, 2008 19:14:52 GMT -5
"Sorry, Oliver." Ren said and patted Oliver's head. He just stood behind them. "It's a nice view up here..."
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