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rob *he plunged the needle nito the skin,t broke threw, and his thumb pressed down, the needle was dirty but that hardly bother him, he was trembleing, withdraw had taken over and he was already a mess, even before the drugs got there chance to really sink into hisblood stream, colf sweat poured down his back as he crumbled to the floor, then,his head seemed to explode into bliss, the world around him mrphed into somthing more comfrable, something he enjoy.

music? were was it comeing rom, he got onto his hands and knees and looked around, but he couldent figure it out, it echoed in him like a reverbarating scream,his heart raced, warmth krept into him. he relaxed, the erie musc still there in his mind, breathing on him likethe mist on a leaf*

Name: My name is Misery. Misery Chastain. 

Nickname: Some people nicknamed me the Cat Woman. I guess I can see the similarities. 

Age: 22

Gender: Female 

Position: Theif and Assassin, and a damn good one. 

Relationship Information: Single 

Appearance:http://stuffpoint.com/anime-and-manga/image/58800-anime-and-manga-sad-anime-girl.jpg

Additional Information: Misery Chastain is mostly a loner. She is swift, quick, and light on her feet. She can get out of almost any situation. She's not easy to open up and doesn't talk for that long. When she was 8, her parents were killed by a mugger. She seducive and sexy. She's alluring, and often cheats you out of your money. She's an amazing theif. 

Name: Ashton Parks

Nickname: Just Ash

Age: 21

Gender: Male 

Position: Commoner, although poor 

Relationship Information: Single 

Appearance: http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/16600000/Ash-kuroshitsuji-16660835-1024-576.jpg

Additional Information: Ash is hard-headed and quick to judge. He's good with a knife, although would only use it to protect himself. He's handsome, and cleans up nicely. He's poor, and often sells his body for money to buy food or he steals. He also has a bad gambling problem. 

You're accepted V-For-Vendetta. Thanks for joining!

Thanks and you can just call me V

Misery Chastain walked swiftly down the street. Her redish white hair was up in a tight ponytail. She wore tight ripped black jeans and a leather jacket. Her emerarld eyes darted around carefully. She walked with a certain fast grace. In her jacket where you couldn't see, there were three knives hidden inside. She held her head high. She pulled out a cigeratte and lit it. 

Ash Parkers sat in an empty alley. He was leaning against the wall, breathing heavily. He held his arm, which was bleeding. His hand was getting covered in blood. He wore worn out jeans and a ripped t-shirt. He sat down and groaned in pain. 

Huh ... I really want to give you and Vitani something  to do, so... Poof. Free character. I would make a second, but I don't think I'd be able to keep up with four. o-o

Name: Lucifer Chandlure

Nickname (optional): "Don't give me any of that 'Lucy' stuff. I still have dignity." 

Age: "Twenty four, you keep that in mind." 

Gender: "If I were a woman, I'd be an incredibly masculine one." 

Position (e.x. thief, gang member, common person...): "Right now, I'm just looking for the God-forsaken drugdealer that caused my younger brother to overdose and die."

Relationship Information (e.x. married to ____, in love with ____...) "I don't have time to answer these questions." 

Appearance (anime picture): 

Additional Information: "Just go home, play some CageKnife, get along with your life. Stick to your path and I'll stick to mine." 

Lucifer Chandlure

I let out a puff of air through the side of my mouth, a worn-out piece of paper in my hand. The paper was full of old wrinkles that threatened to rip the entire thing apart. Many, many names had been written on it, and many had been crossed out in a blood-red pen. I don't know why none of them worked. I don't know why none of them were the one. I didn't want just some stupid druggie who walked around, catching others with their bags of weed and all. 

I was looking for the one that killed him.

After thinking hard about what' I had done, how many dealers I'd kidnapped, threatened, then killed. None of them confessed, and I knew they were not lying. So why did I kill them? Well, I must have gone insane these past years. Insanity is not rare in this cursed city, with it's billowing clouds of filth clogging the atmosphere. 

Trying my best to leave all of those thoughts behind me, I looked down at the paper of death. Many people remained. I would just have to find out which one was the actual one I needed. The next name in line was... ... Lark Ernest. I knew that name. He played CageKnife. That meant, I needed the help of assassins.

I let out a low whistle. A crow, a miracle it had survived in this environment, flew down to my shoulder. Writing a note, directed to a woman named Misery Chastain, I tied it to the crow's foot. It had told her to meet me at Lorenzo's Tailoring, a long-time abandoned building, in an hour. "Find an assassin named Misery Chastain," I whispered to the bird, before it flew off. I, too, left, towards the location. 

Misery saw a dark, flying creature coming towards her. She threw down her cigeratte, stepping on it, and grabbed a knife from inside her jacket and pulled it out, just in case. The action took less than a second. She looked at the bird and relaxed a bit, putting the knife away. She held her arm out for the bird to land on, and untied the note when it did. She opened it and read it, frowning. Could it be an ambush? Possibly. She then smiled softly, thinking of if it was an ambush. The rush of excitment, danger, and the possible killing. She shooed the bird away and ripped the note up, throwing it on the ground. She quickly left for the building, staying in the shadows. About thirty minutes of walking, she arrived at the abandoned building. She waited outside the front, in the wide open. She went to the side of Lorenzo's and jumped through a broken window. Even that was graceful and what you could almost say smooth. Her feet made a soft thumping noise and she looked around, examining things. She was quiet, her breathing soft and her steps even softer. 

Onyx:

I watched as the girl threw the notepad toward me then reached for it as it fell in front of me. I read it quickly and pulled the marker out of the binding and wrote out, “Very much so, you?” Then put the marker back where it was and threw it back to her. It landed right at her feet.

Mae:

I stepped up to the man who was in charge of the game, "Knife please." I said meaning for it to be a demand. I held my hand out and once I had a blade in my hand, I entered the cage and quickly studied the guy before me as they shut us up in the cell for the pigs to watch one of us die.

Name:

Ghost

Nickname:

-

Age:

21

Gender:

Female

Position:

Ghost is an assassin and druggie. She is also a great thief.

Relationship Information:

Single

Appearance:

Additional Information:

Ghost is usually found hiding out near an old warehouse in the city or jumping from rooftop to rooftop. She enjoys being in high up places. Also, Ghost is a pyro and her farovite weapon of hers is her ninja stars and sword. She never uses guns of any sort, though she does use explosives, of course and she doesn't play CageKnife.

Lucifer Chandlure

I was not a person good with time, or hurrying up. When I could finally see the old store, I could see reddish hair through the window. Oh, so I'm the one who's late. 

Reaching the door, I slowed in my step and walked inside. I shut it behind me, looking at the girl. Yup, she was definitely an assassin. Determined eyes that starved for the challenge of danger. Swallowing some saliva, I began to speak. 

"You're Misery, right?" I asked, but confirmed it without her input. "Right. I'm not here to ambush you or rape you or whatever." Pulling out a wrinkled photo, I handed it to her. It wasn't exactly a clear photo. You could see black hair, and maybe some of his face, but his eyes were closed. "Not the best image of him. But his name is Lark Ernest. Probably around twenty-two, twenty-three. Plays CageKnife. I don't want you to kill him. I know, you're an assassin, and you're meant for killing, but just find him, knock him out, and bring him back here. I want to do the rest myself." 

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Aria Redde

I picked up the notebook and read his reply. Smiling, I took the marker and wrote: Absolutely! Do you come up here often? Putting the marker back, I swiftly threw it to him. I sat with my knees up to my chest, but my feet resting out a little bit. I put my arms on top of my knees, waiting a reply.

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Lark Ernest

I looked at my opponent. Long black hair with greyish eyes. She was young, maybe seventeen. "I have to kill a little girl? ... This is going to put a bad taste in my mouth." Some of the people outside of the cage were yelling at me, screaming for me to just kill her. But I wanted to see what she could do. 

"Ladies first," I smirked at her, twirling the blade in my fingers. "Go ahead, take a shot." 

OOC: Please don't kill my Lark dude. I'll find a way to get him to live. ^.^

Wolf: the shot was fired, the only thingthat was herd however was the splintering of glass, as it tore threw the window and traveled the small distance of the room, entering the tartget threw the frontl lobe and bounceing of the otherside of the sull until the engery within the bullet was gone, and his brains scrambled eggs, the unique suppresser on her gun was custom made, so after she confirmed the kill she un twisted it and stuffed the gun in its case, she closed it and scrolled to a spasific code 1558 on her electric combaination, then she ran, her hood still pulled up over her face only allowing the mask to be seen, the rush of the kill was on her that look in the mans blue eyes thrilled her , it seemed she could read a person best but watching there eyes just before there life was takeing, he was a guilty man, and he was relived when the bullet struck his window, and killing him the made would return from vacuuming the bedrooms and find him, she had to movequickly. *she leapt over an alley way, and landed on an attaching roof, she kept moveing, she did the same thing to two other alley ways before using a fire escape ladder to change direction. The scene was in her mind.

The maid doing her service, clicking off the vacuum cleaner and calling for her boss, when he dident replay she left the room, and entered the kichen area, she would see the beautiful kichen and the oak cubards all normal and sleek, but were she looked over to the table she would see a coffee cup spilled over soaking todays new paper, a muffin with a singal bit removed form it, and a man on the floor face down, blood bribleing from his lips, hes eyes not yet glazed over, but still dead, she would rush to his side and scream and become frenzied with confuseion, then she pressed the emergencey button on her hip, and the cops where on there way.

Back in real time was leaping over a homeless man, who might have been dead, she dident are to check, she flashed past a drug store, an explosion erupted about a half mile away, she skidded to a stop at the start of an alle and spotted the black haze from the building in witch she shot the man, a grin curve on her lips and she let her blue and purple eyes enjoy a small victory, then pluged into the shadows melting into the world, of the thick pollution and flith, home sweet home.

Rob *he felt abit sainer now, even though he was pumped up with a brand of drug he dident bother knowing the name to, he staggered out of the alley, shakeing abit but not as bad as before, he brushed of his close and walked into a local diner, slipped into the bahroom and locked the door, he layed against the door for some tme before removeing his cloth and washing himself down with paper towels, he had no home, no friends, so this was what he resorted to, it felt nice to have the gunk washed away, he tried to dry his hair with the hand dryer but he became resless and put his cloths back on, unlocking the door, there was a line of people, glareing at him, and the store owner approached, he put upp his hands* im leaveing ok *he huffed and left, he looked better, without the dirty and grim on his face, he even looked good enough to be a human again

Misey examined the photo. She was thoughtful for a bit, staying silent. Finally, she spoke, looking at Lucifer. What's in it for me? She asked, examining him closely. She flipped her reddish ponytailed hair over her left shoulder and looked at her worn-down bitten nails, waiting for him to answer. 

Onyx:

I recieved the notepad once again and read the words. I had this funny habbit of mouthing words as I read them. After I read what the girl had wrote I replied with, "Every once in awhile when I have nothing to do. What's your name?" I quickly returned the marker to the binding and tossed it back.

Mae:

"A gentleman, are we? I just might spare you." I laughed after coughing into my arm. I breathed in the filthy air then stabbed into his left side and after removing it from the wound it caused, I went to stab his heart, moving as if I were dancing.

Ghost:

I sat on the rooftop looking down at the door from which my target would exit at any minute. Once I saw the doorknob turn I loaded my bow and aimed for the door. Then, there he was, my target, a very disgusting man. I shot the arrow and watched as it entered his chest and his body fell lifeless to the ground. A chuckle escaped through my lips then my eyes darted to the window where a man was looking out at the body and saying something then his eyes caught me.

I turned quickly on my heel and ran, throwing my hood up on my head. I was being chased now, I could feel their presents behind me, but didn't risk looking.

I jumped from rooftop to rooftop then gracefully to the streets, but didn't stop running until I came across the abandoned warehouse and jumped in through the window. This was when I took the risk to look behind me. I had lost them and my work was done, for now.

I slid to the ground with my back to the wall and toke in deep, slow breaths of the filth we call air, and closed my eyes for a moment.

I replayed the man's body falling to the ground several times before standing and climbing out of the building then back up on the rooftops where I picked up a brown left and pulled out my lighter, watching the leaf burn till nothing was left of it, then sat there, doing the same with other leaves. 

Lucifer Chandlure

I let out a small laugh. Of course, I'd expected for her to want some kind of benefit on her part. Pulling out a small, heavy sack full of money from my pocket, I tossed it to her. "Three thousand dollars enough?" I asked, looking at her with serious eyes.

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Aria Redde

I smiled as I watched him mouth the words as he read my handwriting. Somehow, it reminded me of an elementary schooler. Grabbing the notebook, I wrote: Rooftops are the best for just chilling out. I'm Aria Redde. You? As I had done every other time, I tossed it back over to the boy. 

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Lark Ernest

I cursed loudly as I felt the knife enter my side. When I saw she was going for my heart, my life organ, I quickly stepped to the side, allowing her to stab air. My free hand went to my wound, of which blood was leaking from rapidly. I cringed in pain, before looking at her with a strong amount of contempt. 

"So the little girl knows how to play tag," I muttered, before lunging at her with incredible speed. I managed to plant a deep cut on the arm holding the knife. Retreating so she wouldn't have time to strike, I backed up a bit, light on my feet. It felt like my side had been lit on fire. 

Misery looked at the sack full of money with wide eyes. It's more than enough! She exclaimed. She looked at him and smiled. Are we meeting back here when I get the guy? She asked, looking away and examining the money again. 

wolf *she slipped threw a window, leading to a basement on an old house, and slipped off her mask and took a breath, the wet dripped from her skin and she then took her key from her bracelet, and moved a mat, reveiling a trap door,she slipped into it, it was an old sewer system, she had these sprawled out all over town, incase she needed a get away, she landed in the flith of the city and trudged on, she had just asassioned the head of the cops, well use to be, he was retired due to the fact the thugs place evidnce on him so it looked like h was helping them so beore his reputation could be tainted he retired, but now he was digging around in the mobs bissnous, and she was paid to end that.

seirens bellowed from above, muffled tones from were she was, she followed these until there was anempting into a river, she sliped threwand made her way down stream, this side of town was like a mini foret, houses ere crumbled, vegtion was obseen,and the wild live was very primtve, including the people whom had bee turned into a hole lot stupid, hr house up ahead,

the air was cleaner here, and she had figured out a way to shift the polutance over the ssteam ad into alarrge indentin the earth, she wasent sure what it was but she dident care, sheopened thedooro her rittle home and her dog got up and blinked at her,hes nosetwitched and he wen ack into a relaxe state, the shower then off towork, she had a whole nother identity for herself,under the name jaxella maybrookand she was going to be late for work*

Onyx:

I repeated the cycle, picking up the notebook, reading what she had written, then pulling out the marker. I wrote: "Quite a beautiful name. I'm Onyx Pierce." Then tossed it back once more.

Mae:

I closed my eyes for a second after the blade pierced my arm but did my best at blocking the agonizing pain and glared at him. "No one calls me a little girl." I growled under my breath then went in to strick him again. This time the knife enter his arm near his shoulder. Then I quickly retreated from him and listened as the crowd screamed for us to hurry up and kill each other.

Ghost:

I looked around for another leaf to burn but saw none. I got to my feet and jumped from the rooftop to the ground below and glanced up at the sky. Time to meet the men who had paid me to kill the guy and inform them the deed was done.

I walked through the streets, staying in the shadows then slipped into the alley where we had meet before and leaned against the wall, waiting.

"Hey baby." I hear a voice say and turned in its direction, pulling out my sword. I saw an old filthy man who looked to be drunk only feet away.

"Go away." I told him but he continued to come closer.

"Now, now, let's put that weapon away." He was right in  the reach of my sword now. He grabbed me but I pulled away and stabbed him in arm with the blade.  

"I said go away." I repeated. He placed his hand to the bleeding wound on his arm but didn't leave. In stead he tried to grab me again and I quickly punchered his heart with the sword. "Idiot." I muttered to myself as I put my sword away and kicked his body away from me, lite a piece of paper and burned the body then left. The man who had told me to kill the man from earlier had already paid me and was sure to find out about it himself without hearing it from me.