General City (Moving About)

[fabledtales]

Dahlia jumped into the suv, then quickly made her way into the back. One of the men smiled as he turned around. "Oh I definitely can get used to that." Dahlia shot him a look of death. "Tell that cheap bastard I'm not doing that again unless he pays me double" she muttered as she wiped her neck. "I need a shower, I can still feel that creep on me. Why do men think slobbering on us turns us on?" He giggled as he handed her a bag. She laid down and threw up two heels and a dress. The driver swerved as his eyes went wide, "Is she naked back there?" Dahlia sat up, her shirt already on. "Kenny, I swear to god, watch the damn road!" Several of the guys started laughing.

She finished dressing, throwing up her boots and climbed over the seat. "I hate that. Why can't he send a stripper to drug him or something. I refuse to do that again, that's the last time unless he pays me 50 grand. I think that guy bathed in his cologne. He had a big stomach too, imagine being stuck under that". The man next to her laughed, his face red. A man in a suit on the other side of her smiled politely. She put on her boots and began putting the guns in their holsters before being handed an assault rifle. "Would you like me to call him so you can complain a little more?" She smiled sweetly at the man in the passenger seat in front, "Screw you. You try putting on a pair of heels with a gun stuck far to close to your groin and then have to let some fat slob slobber on you, you'd be cranky too". They all laughed again and Dahlia took out her phone and put in her earbuds, "Wake me up when we get there".

Several hours she felt a hand gently tap her and she put away her phone. She made her way out with the others. Across from them was a limo with a man of Spanish decent standing in front. He didn't seem happy about seeing Dahlia. "Is there a shortage of men here? They give a woman a gun?" Dahlia rolled her eyes and shot, the bullet digging into the ground between the man's feet, "Oops" she said. The taller, bigger thug that had sat next to Dahlia walked up, "I would not speak to her. She's had a bad morning, her trigger finger is itchy, give me the money". Dahlia smiled at him, the assault rifle in her hands enforcing the fact. The man looked at her again and then nodded, one of his thugs handing the other a case, which was handed to the suit. The suit counted it and said, "Ok". Others went into the back and brought out several storage containers. The Spanish man smiled, "Different". Dahlia shrugged, "Cheaper to use them". After the exchange was over they made their way back into the suv and drove to the club.

==> To club (several hours later)

[Chocolate]

Tyson

He walked down the street, tightening up his hoodie in the process. He didn't need more trouble then he already had. The gun in his back pocket was his constant reminder.

"Hey, Underdog." The voice called from the alley. Tyson quickly reconqized it, one of his bosses goons, using his old nickname. "What do you want?" He said coldly. They all knew he was on the run, If Tyson made one false move, many innocent bystanders would have to die today and Tyson didn't feel like going down that road. "The moon is always full for us." He said, speaking in code. Tyson rolled his eyes. "I'm fine, I got enough money for a while, I don't need any more money." Tyson said.

Movement caught Tyson's eye. He took a small step back, his hand clutching his gun. "Ya sure about that?" The voice said,as a gun cocked. "Cause you know the consequences. "I know who I am." Tyson replied and turned, just as bulllets flew into the air he ran down the street.

[Soki]

Requiem; or death as he was better known as by all. was standing over the corpse of what use to be a drug dealer; and one of the worst in the city. He was hired by one of the mother's of a child who had overdosed on the specific drugs this man had sold.

Requiem let out a soft sigh cleaning the blades on the shirt of the man he sighed softly. He placed the blades back in their sheaths leaving the corpse of the man in the alley way where he had been slain. He felt no need to remove the corpse. He turned his attention to the street he was on, and with that he sighed, he needed a drink, something heavy. So his next destination was the club, at least now for a drink, and then off to find something else to do to occupy his time.

[fabledtales]

Dahlia had made it into an area no one really owned, mostly because it wasn't much valuable to anyone, and this was as far as she'd get on her own. She collapsed onto her hands and knees, the world spinning around her, the pain in her body like she was impregnated by Alien. Still only wearing her pj's, she was soaked completely through and she was shivering badly. She knew she was in trouble, but she had no one to call. She spent so many hours working, the only friends she had she couldn't completely trust. She put her hands to her head, as if her head was spinning, not the world, and tried to focus on an object. She took out her baretta and unclicked the safety. Luckily her hearing wasn't affected, but she would have to fire off a lot of bullets to kill whoever attacked her. Her hand was shaking, her with a gun, was not a good idea right now. She was off the street at least, away from the main traffic, but she felt so damn sick. She hadn't felt this sick since she had the stomach flu several years ago. She tried to get up but her body just didn't have the strength, if she didn't get help she was spending the night in the street. She shakily took out the pill bottle and took the first pill, it must have been an hour already. She closed her eyes, she knew if she didn't feel better soon she'd have no choice to call the ambulance or Donn. She immediately got up, having an adrenaline rush, and ran over a few feet, and threw up her meal. This was no good, the doctor said if she was dizzy and throwing up that the bump could be more serious. She leaned against the wall, the world closing in around her. She shook her head, "I'd rather die in the street like a dog, then let him drag me down to the pit for something I didn't do". She went back to where the case was, sitting down on the wet street. She held the gun close to her and watched the street. Dahlia's inner strength was severely taxed, if she didn't get a reprieve soon she wouldn't have much strength to fight her predicament.

Dahlia took out Kenny's cell and called one of the girls. The music of the club could be heard in the background, "Kenny what the hell do you want?" she asked. Dahlia shook her head, "Its Doll. Hey, where was that place you went to get help clean?" "Oh the halfway house? Its on 2300 block. Its kinda early, but I'm about to go home, I can come show you, where are you?" "No thanks Lisa, just get home". She hung up before the girl could ask any more questions, she was ok, but she was a brown noser of the worst kind to the boss, trying to get favors. Dahlia grunted and got up and went over to a bum. "I'll trade you that old backpack for this case" she said, her voice soft from exhaustion. He looked at her like she was crazy, then shrugged and nodded. She opened the case, taking the backpack. The bum's eyes went wide as she shoved the guns and snipe parts in the backpack. "Busy day?" he muttered. She smiled, "Yeah" she said and handed him the case. She couldn't walk into a halfway house with visible weapons. "Thanks" she said before heading towards it.