Down In The Underground

[Grave Robber]

Audery let out a insulting laugh at Shilo's question. "Is this you first time, baby?" She teased, swaying her body in a rhythm. It seemed clear that hesitation was only going to lead to embarrassment for Shilo.

Crossing his arms, The Grave Robber covered his teeth baring smile with one of his hands as if he was simply resting it against his face. Taking her with him was diffidently worth the entertainment. Miss Audery pushed her chest forward, revealing her pale neck as she brushed back her multi colors locks of hair waiting for Shilo to make her move. If she was going to make one at all.

[Shilo Wallace]

Shilo reddened at the woman's laugh, shifting her gaze away as she started to shift to some sort invisible rhythm. Well, that had shot down any thoughts of her being "all grown up" right down the hole. Scowling slightly at her own hesitation, she looked back up at the woman, eying her pale neck hidden beneath her layers of brightly colored hair with a bit of uncertainty.

He's watching you. Stop acting like a kid and just get it over with! a voice screamed in the back of her mind. This woman might have made her feel embarrassed, but she had to remember that the Grave Robber was her ticket home. If she acted stupid and couldn't do a proper job, then he just might leave her here, or worse. Despite the fact that he'd been kind enough to take her in, Shilo didn't really trust the strange man, and wouldn't have put it past him to abandon her.

Leaning forward with an air of determination, Shilo pressed the needle into the woman's neck, slowly pressing the glowing liquid into her system.

[Grave Robber]

Rolling her eyes to the back of her head, Miss Audrey lied back in pleasure as the needle was removed. It was such a relief for her to finally get her fix all she could do was bask in her high.
It didn't take more than a moment before a crowd of people surrounded Shilo pushing her away from the Grave Robber who was now doing business with his satisfied customer.

The surround Addicts pulled at Shilo's clothes and hair to get her attention, to eager to wait their turns. "Hey, Im next!" or "I have Cash!" was the dialog taking over as Audrey and Graverobber talked. She had traced across his belt whispering a deal before they both took off around the corner, leaving shilo to deal with the glow starved crowd.

[Shilo Wallace]

Shilo's eyes widened frighteningly as she was pushed back by the crowd, and she held the gun to her chest protectively. She glanced in the direction of where the Graverobber had been, and she blinked in surprise to see that he was no longer there.

"Son of a..." Shilo hissed under her breath, shaking her head as she turned back to deal with the crowd. Biting her lip, she took a deep breath, saying firmly, "Alright, alright. Shit..." One person held out a handful of cash desperately. That looked like her best bet. Taking the money, Shilo quickly replaced the vial of zydrate with a full one, putting the gun to the person's neck and squeezing the trigger.

As the customer reeled back in ecstasy, Shilo raised an eyebrow giving a small smirk. Maybe this wouldn't be so difficult after all.

[Puck Goodfellow]

"Shit...where the fuck is he?"

Puck gave a small groan as he cautiously stepped into the dark alleyway, obviously searching for someone...or something, he couldn't be sure which. Part of him wanted to find the person he'd been searching for, while another part of him wanted to find just what was keeping him away for these long periods of time.

One of his brother's, a fellow by the name of Raven, was missing. Again. Coyote, another one of his brothers, had called the other man with a rather urgent tone of voice, urging him to hurry and find him...before there was trouble. Raven was due on a number of organ payments, they both knew; being out in the open was not a good idea for the man. But of course, Raven was either too stupid, high, or a mixture of the two to listen to reason.

As he walked further down the alleyway, Puck raised an eyebrow suspiciously at some rather strange sounds he heard further down the way. He knew it was dangerous to be around here; after all, there was no telling just who was waiting around the next corner. At the sound of a girl's firm, loud voice, Puck frowned, walking with a bit of a faster pace. He paid little attention to what was around him, aside from a particularly surprised glance at a couple doing some sort of "business" around one corner.

When he at last reached a considerable-sized crowd that all seemed to be crowded around a teenage girl, Puck frowned in confusion and suspicion. The girl acted as though she wasn't so sure about what she was doing...whatever she was doing. She also looked rather familiar, but he couldn't place just where he'd seen her before.

"Hey!" Puck said, alerting a few members of the group, including the girl herself. "What the hell's going on here? Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"

[Grave Robber]

Before the time Puck could finish his sentence the crowd had already thinned out as most scattered through the alley to escape in fear that the man was with the genco. police.
A man that was finally getting his fix even went as to push Shilo to the ground, pushing her out of the way.

The Grave Robber had finally dismiss his costumer in the panic. What damaged could she have caused within the time he left? He heisatated to head towards the commotion in thoughts that it would be too late for Shilo already. It was a uncertainty that was quickly over come by an question that bounced off the allies walls. "Why don't you pick on somebody your own size?"
By that time The peddler already knew, it wasn't a bust, it was an idiot.

The remain few crowd member stood there ground facing the the new comer. Weather they had their hands on a concealed weapon, fights ready, or threats being made, they didn't plan on letting this stranger interrupt the party, not without their turn for the glow anyways.

[Shilo Wallace]

Shilo turned to look towards the new voice, confused ad startled by the interruption. She may have been new to this game, but she wasn't an idiot. This guy sounded like a cop, or some type of authority figure. However, before she could do a thing, she was already being shoved to the ground by one of the Z addicts. Shit. This was beyond bad. They'd found her, and now...

...now this guy was the one in trouble?

Puck's eyes widened slightly at the dispersal of several members of the crowd, then at the look in some of the ones who had stayed eyes. Crap, now what could he do? He wasn't that great as far as fighting went, and he wasn't particularly strong either.

"Fuck..." he muttered, taking a slow step back. "Uh...my bad? Ehehe, sorry to take up your time, folks, just, uh...let me get out of your way then..."

[Grave Robber]

Fortunate for Graverobber, turning the corner he found himself facing this wannabe hero's back. Without a second to lose he wielded a loaded Zydrates gun and stuck it straight into Puck's neck forcing an incredible high on him. In one swift motion, The Grave Robber had taken hold of this elf-man's collar and pinned him against the wall. Already fixing his eyes on Shilo. Releasing a irritated sigh, his voice was hushed yet at the same time kept bold. "And who is he, exactly?"

[Shilo Wallace]

Shilo watched as the Graverobber stuck the gun into the stranger's neck, eyes widening slightly in surprise. She tried to stand up from the ground, wincing a little as a sharp pain issued from her ankle. Well, that was just great. She'd probably twisted it or something. Taking a bit of a hop step over towards the two men, she stared at the one against the wall carefully.

"I don't know...but I think I've seen him somewhere before," she answered. "Not, like...talked with him or anything, but he looks familiar in some way."

Puck was far too gone to reply to anything in their conversation. The high was far too intense for him to make any sort of movement besides slowly sinking to the ground with a looks of confused ecstasy on his face. What was this strange, numb feeling coming over him? Everything around him seemed to melt, and he couldn't feel anything but bliss.

"O, dulce Pan," he murmured.

[Hanatan]

((I guess I'll try to at least start it off here... and I really hope it's near sunset, or I'll need to rewrite a lot of this.))

Natalia wandered aimlessly down the grungy alleyways of the city she so despised - a place she would rarely ever be, but she need time to be alone, to think.

Or at least not with her mother.

The shadows had already begun to lengthen. Her own shadow extended hungrily, eating away at the dimming light as the sun (barely visible through the clouds; nothing like Italy) sank.

Natalia shivered slightly as she plodded onwards. While the air was by no means as cold as it could get, there was a slight chill creeping back into the humid atmosphere. She tightened her scarf somewhat, making sure to pull her long, dark twintails out from underneath the soft material.

The sixteen-year-old heard a commotion up ahead, and her keen eyes watched as a handful of scalpel sluts and junkies scattered from an alley like stray dogs from a poundmaster. As always, curiosity overrode reason, and she walked on unsteady heels towards the source of the noise.

The Italian teenager peered around the corner of the rain-slicked wall, her blue-violet gaze landing on three figures - two men, and a woman.

Two of which she had seen before, whether it be on wanted posters or in newspaper articles.

She shifted slightly, unsure of whether to move forward or not. She stopped pondering over it, though, as she accidentally kicked a small stone, the clattering noise seeming to echo to her ears. "Merda!" she swore under her breath, halfheartedly hoping that no one had noticed.

[Shilo Wallace]

Shilo studied the man carefully, trying to place where she'd seen him before. His eyes were strange-looking...suddenly, she saw why, as they began to release a very faint glow. Her eyes immediately darted towards his ears, which were, as she'd expected, pointed. Now she knew where she'd seen him before. He was an actor in the Genetic Opera, whom she'd seen in a show or two with Blind Mag.

But before she could say anything, Shilo turned sharply at the sound, ignoring the spaced out actor continuing to mumble Latin incoherently on the ground. Just what was going on tonight?! Talk about a sucky first time Zydrate run.

"Did you hear that?" She whispered towards the Grave Robber. Maybe it had only been an animal, or her imagination. She hoped sorely for the latter, not wanting to have to deal with another person in the same way as before. A forced high was, while apparently effective, not exactly cost-effective. For them or the soon-to-be customer.

[Grave Robber]

Hearing yet another wanderer arrive, he dropped the actor to the ground and crossing his arms to hide the second Zydrates gun. The Grave Robber put on his usually attracting and cabalistic, acting as if nothing of interesting was happening between the several addicts and the passed out fellow in a dark alley.

All that was left to do was stare in the direction that the girl would appear and get ready to run if this time it really was what the anticipated. Shilo really wasn't a lucky girl. Out of the hundreds of perfectly executed deals, this particular time, the first time, he takes Shilo down to the underground, this happens.

[Hanatan]

Nervousness gnawed at the girl as she stood just out of sight, peeking around the corner of the shadowy wall. Two of the three left (the third, a fair-haired man, was slumped on the ground in a Zydrate-induced high) seemed to both have heard her.

Lady Luck was never on Natalia's side, was she?

'Well, here goes nothing...'

With a sharp inhalation of breath, Natalia stepped out from where she stood, into the soft, cloudy light given by the remains of the sun's filtered glow. Her arms were limp at her sides, hands nervously playing with the outer layer of her skirt - which, all of a sudden, felt much too short. Her eyes darted between the three figures, long lashes flickering as she took in the scene before her.

The slight pause following her entrance unnerved her, the high-pitched buzzing only heard in silence filling her ears.

"Uhm... hello." The poor girl had no idea what to say, other than that, that wouldn't get her started on the wrong foot with the two (who could easily overpower her, if it was what they wanted).

[Shilo Wallace]

Shilo raised an eyebrow at the entrance of the girl, becoming nearly as surprised as she had with the actor before. Well, at least they weren't dealing with cops or anyone important. Still, this girl could easily report them to the police...and give away Shilo's present location. Great.

Shilo officially hated Zydrate runs.

"What do you want?" Shilo said bluntly, folding her arms across her chest with a frown. Best to figure it out now before there was real trouble. Hell, maybe she really was someone important. You never knew around here, after all. Either way, it was best not to take chances.

[Hanatan]

Natalia's focus landed on Shilo, enhanced eyes quickly taking in dark wig, pale skin, and raised eyebrow. Although something about the way she held herself seemed different than the girl (not much older than Natalia herself) who had appeared on the ill-fated Opera, Natalia had the feeling that the girl in front of her was the same one.

Wallace... Shilo Wallace, right? Daughter of the deceased Repo Man.

"What do I want...?" Natalia repeated Shilo's question, as if pondering over it. She bit her lower lip, white teeth folding over the thin layer of pink skin. "Nothing, really. I just heard the commotion, and..." the brown-haired girl trailed off, eyes flickering to the unconscious man before focusing on Shilo once more.