Will Punch Your Butthole
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Preferred Name: Donut
Pronouns: Her/She
Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Feb 19, 2016 13:40:11 GMT -5
Her instinct, as always, was to be irritated. True she hadn't told Lev that she would be picking him up from the clinic but one could assume, what with all the attacks and the virus that was going through people's NUIPs (something she was still positive was orchestrated by the government) that it wouldn't be unreasonable to assume she had a certain level of concern for her hapless friend. Not that she was worried, of course she wasn't, but it wasn't really out of her way to walk him home from the clinic to make sure he was safe, even if the attacks were officially 'over'. She was a bodyguard by trade, after all. And Lev walked around with a giant target on his back so she found herself looking out for him more oft than not.
Lucca was the one to inform her that Lev had already taken off before she'd gotten there. Her contact with the other workers at the clinic was minimum at best; they knew her by face and name and knew that she was allowed free reign in the clinic, for the most part. She suspected that they had an inkling to what her and Lev's relationship entailed but chose not to comment on it. Why question things when the scarred woman's visits were usually followed up by new supplies being 'donated' to the clinic? She made a note to grab some more Novigel for them soon; their stocks were looking a little low when she went back to the storage to snag some bandages and painkillers for herself. Her personal stocks were running low as well.
Lev was probably heading back to the place he shared with his mystery girlfriend and given she didn't know where that was, that left her with the option to go home. It was tempting to call him to check he was safe but that would require admitting that she was worried, so nope. Plus she didn't want to deal with the headache of listening to him try to explain to his girlfriend who the strange woman calling him was. So that just left her leaving the clinic and making her way home.
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Angel of Music
Would Sell You For One Corn Chip
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Character Name: Nickolas Strickland
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Post by Soup on Mar 1, 2016 23:48:28 GMT -5
The hammering in his ribs had little to do with the fact he had practically thrown himself into the nearest alley and against the closest wall. His pounding heart spoke more in tune with the fear that made his stomach drop into itself when he saw Ellie exit the clinic. An absurd reaction given she was the whole reason he had walked his way up here in the first place; he clutched tight to the package that rested under his chin.
Nick had hoped that Levenin would have taken it and delivered it for him, but seeing her right there almost made the whole trip feel like a waste. He hesitated on stepping out in the open. He knew she didn't care for him, their mutual acquaintence let him in on that tidbit rather freely; and oh forbid the fact if she ever truly found out that friendship was even a thing between them let alone still associating with one another.
His fingers drummed against the parchment in a nervous fidget to stem off his stress. What was he so afraid of? She was smaller than him and he didn't even come up by much.
"Nnnnn", thouwing caution to the wind he practically bounded out in front of her, although it looked more like he was trying to make the winning leap at a ball game with the package tucked firmly under one arm.
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
Pronouns: Her/She
Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Mar 2, 2016 16:04:19 GMT -5
Ellie's instinct to anyone jumping out in front of her was, of course, defensive. Her body tensed as she sidestepped, grabbing the assailant's shoulder and shoving him face first towards the ground. She drove her knee hard into the middle of his back, putting all her weight there and to where her hands were pinning both of his shoulders. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins as her mind raced through the possible explanations for why someone would jump out at her. Cop? Someone she'd pissed off? Mugging? Mugging seemed most likely, given they were in the slums.
That's when she caught sight of the twitching ears sticking out of the idiot's head and her mind was drawn back to a certain tweaker that had tried to slice up Lev. She glanced over to where the package he'd been carrying had landed. It wasn't the one he'd had that night to hold his tools but that did little to calm her down. Was he here to harvest? "The fuck are you doing here?" she growled, opting for the direct approach as always.
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Angel of Music
Would Sell You For One Corn Chip
Posts: 20
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Character Name: Nickolas Strickland
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Post by Soup on Mar 5, 2016 23:00:17 GMT -5
Coming here at all had been his first mistake, Levenin obviously wasn't at the clinic so he couldn't leave the package there. Second mistake was jumping out at a stranger; albeit aggression wasn't what he was aiming at. Hell, he didn't even know for certain if the woman he had just leapt out at was who he was even looking for. He was going on stature and body language alone, Evrika had been covered in paint and a hood that night.
Nick's thought process was completely jarred out of him however as the woman grabbed him and effectively slammed him down face first into the concrete, his collarbone and cheek scraping rather painfully into the grit. The force had knocked both the wind out of him and the package sent flying a few feet away.
He mentally berated himself for doing something so stupid.
"The fuck are you doing here?"
The sound of her voice made his ears twitch toward her; familiar and just as harsh as it had been that night, she obviously knew who he was. Nick was about ninety-percent certain he actually had found the right person. He sucked in a pained breath, the knee that was digging into his back made it a bit difficult to form a proper response without letting out any embarrassing whimpers from his skin scraping against the ground. It didn't help his arms were bent weird and did little to help leverage him up properly let alone get to any of his knives tucked away in the folds of his clothes. He was thoroughly trapped.
"That..." Nick did what little he could through the pain, gesturing toward the abandoned parcel next to them.
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
Pronouns: Her/She
Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Mar 10, 2016 11:47:48 GMT -5
Ellie scowled, looking at the package. Could be a trap. She almost wished she had a gun; not like Tweaker knew she was a terrible shot. She weighed her options for a few moments before climbing off of him and hauling him up by a fistful of the back of his shirt. She dragged him into an alley so they were less seen and shoved him into the side of the building, back still to her. "Hands up by your head. Don't fuck with me." She growled. Only once he was in a less threatening position did she snatch the package off the ground.
"What the..." her brow pinched together once she had the package opened. In it lay a pair of very familiar gloves. The red material around the metal knuckles still had faded scorch marks on them though it looked like someone had tried to scrub it out. When she took one of the gloves in her hand and pinched it between her thumb and fingers she could feel the wiring that went from the knuckles to the battery stored in the wrists of the gloves, thicker than the last time she'd held these. Judging by that and the black stitching that cut across the palm she could judge that someone had replaced the ones that had been fried. She looked back up at the scavenger, frown deepening. "The fuck is this?"
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Angel of Music
Would Sell You For One Corn Chip
Posts: 20
Preferred Name: Panda
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Character Name: Nickolas Strickland
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Post by Soup on Mar 18, 2016 18:01:11 GMT -5
He didn't resist the rough handling; following her not so gentle nudges into place in almost machine like fashion. At her questioning Nick faltered just a bit in his decision making. Had he really scoped out the wrong person after all? He gave a glance over his shoulder watching her open and study the package. Recognition but also confusion were pretty apparent by the way she was examining the gloves within.
A moment of hesitation so he could gather his thoughts. He had to be careful with his words; his actions hadn't helped him thus far and he had other promises to keep. Being stupid now wouldn't just affect him.
Nick took in a small breath, turning just the slightest but keeping his palms firmly against the brickwork of the building in front of him. "...Those are yours right? The ones Ninevah shorted out that night. I...I fixed them. I couldn't get the scorch marks out fully but they are clean. I replaced the wiring as well; whatever the person who originally made those for you used wasn't suited for this kind of project...So I upgraded them. It won't increase the voltage or lessen it any, but they can handle the wattage without burning out as quickly now."
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
Pronouns: Her/She
Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Mar 26, 2016 21:22:03 GMT -5
"Those are yours, right?"
Her spine straightened and her fist clenched around the glove. He had managed to track her down and now he knew what her face looked like. Lev was the only one who had known both of her identities before this. It was only the fact that he was a Scavenger and thus unable to turn her in without risking himself that kept her from choking him to death then and there.
Still, how did he find her? She searched her memory of the night for clues. Could she or Lev had said something revealing? Did he follow them or manage to put a tracker on them?
"What do you want for them?" she asked, dropping the glove back into the package with its match. Thief though she was, the idea of owing a Scavenger made her feel vaguely ill to her stomach. "And how did you find me?"
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