/// Tommy Cobb - Finishing Breakfast and Making his Rounds \\\

Tommy's deep rumbling laugh sounded as Red left. Hybrids rebelling, what a ridiculous notion. He used his bread to scoop up the last bits of his stew and the juices left from the steak, before whistling, which sent a waiter scurrying over. Tommy rose and walked into the hall by the West Entrance. His eye switched to xray, he could see the guards outside. Some were leaning a couple talking, but all were alert here. He moved off down the hall. All the Guard Members were alert, no snoozers, no one gambling or absorbed in conversation. Tommy smiled Good, Good he though to himself. Let's just see those animals try to get in. All the same, he sent messages out to the pimps, telling about the rumour and to keep their eyes open and their ears to the ground. He punched his earpiece and span a dial, checking in with squad leaders of the numerous Guard Member squads around the building. None had anything to report except for some scrawny red head bumping into one of the guards. Tommy left instructions to give that particular guard a smack before contacting the rest of the squad commanders.

Everything seeming in order Tommy headed to his office. As he entered he glanced at the bank on monitors on the wall. Tommy saw nothing of note and so took a seat at his desk, feet up, and pulled out the book he was currently reading.

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Kala - Down the Hall ~ I'm Late I'm Late

Kala gave one last look down the hall and saw Matilda rush out of the room. Wow she's brave, Kala thought as Matilda was caught, Should've turned left. Kala murmured walking away, Could've gotten to the secret escape tunnel behind the painting. She's fast enough.
She arrived at the medic's, Hello? Dr. Kater? she looked around the hospital-like room, her play ground when she was three, her schoolroom while she grew older. She learned to read by stealing the medical textbooks, how to count by watching the numbers of pills to go out to the escorts, how to patch most wounds by watching Doctor Kater.
What? Don't you have work? The crass looking man looked at her with a sneer on his face, Since you haven't been around here much I can assume you were given something to do. Don't you know it's rude to snoop?
They set me up as the barmaid, Kala cringed at being caught looking around the room, Mr. Red said to get my eye checked out. Can you hurry? I'm kinda late...
Shut up Girlie! Dr Kater snapped fixing her eye. Now git you, hybrid ingrate!
Kala ran to the bar, putting her mask on. Sorry I'm late! she said as she got behind the bar. Ready to start a new day.

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You... you really don't get it... do you? I... I love him... I'd die with him. Or for him. That's what you do... how you feel when you love someone. - Impulse

Alexander 'Alex' Chance - 11.04AM, In his sundry shop

"Do come in", Alex said with a smile as he let the man in despite his appearance. As he went in and got behind his counter, he pointed to a wooden bar stool in front and motioned for him to sit down. As the man walked in, Alex turned around to bring out a glass of water for the man. Despite his calm composure, he knew who the man was and all the while, his tactful mind was working out the everything.

Hobs L. Domenico, bounty hunter. Age is twenty-five this year. Well known for the Holo-saucer. Rumored to have a fetish for grenades and explosives. Normally sent for the highest bounties. Weapons? Shotgun, on the back, won't be a problem if I'm fast enough.

As he placed the glass of water in front of him, Alex gave a slight smile and said, "So, what business do you have with a humble sundry shop owner?". As he finished asking, a man on a bike sped through in front of his store and Alex could hear a crashing sound in the distance. Looking at Hobs, Alex said to him, "Pardon me, looks like a little trouble happened"

Seeing it as an opportunity to avoid Hobs, he walked out to see if the man was alright. He wasn't even slightly worried about his shop since there wasn't anything that could even blow his disguise. The man had walked into an alleyway and Alex followed, walked up to him and asked, "Hey there, need help?"

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Captain of Innuendo Strike Forces & Founder of Innuendo Striking Technique

<<NO, THAT IS FINE DRAKE,>> Harrison told the younger man, frying some bacon and checking on the pancakes, Harrison rarely made eggs, seeing as he didn’t like them. They both heard a muffled thud, then slightly louder profanity. Severus then came into the kitchen in his long-sleeved shirt, pajama pants and a pair of socks, clearly not ready for the world. “Doc Dame’ll be down soon,” the small teen grunted, sitting on a stool and dropping is pale head on the table, his ears twitching madly. He was listening to see if Drake moved, still not trusting the younger man.

Doc Dame came down, fully dressed and silently sat in the chair next to Severus, seeming to stare blankly straight forward. He then turned his head to Drake. “Morning.”

Harrison handed out breakfast and sat across from the group and addressed them as they ate. <<WE HAVE A COUPLE THINGS TO DO TODAY. DOC DAME WILL STAY HERE; SEVERUS YOU’RE GOING TO CHECK ON A HIDING HYBRID, TALK TO HIM IF YOU CAN WITHOUT GETTING CAUGHT, A KID BY THE NAME OF SAMUEL, SEE IF HE’S IN ANY DANGER ‘KAY? IF HE IS BRING HIM HERE, IF HE WANTS TO STAY LET HIM, BUT WE’LL KEEP AN EYE ON HIM,>> he spoke to the two that been in the group longer first then he turned to Drake, <<I NEED YOU TO CHECK ON ANOTHER HYBRID, FOX BY THE NAME OF KITSUN, HE’S ON THE EDGE OF THE FOREST, SEE IF YOU CAN GET HIM TO COME, REVEAL YOURSELF AS A HYBRID ONLY IF YOU ARE SURE NO ONE ELSE IS NEAR. CLEAR?>> He blinked calmly, his Vocalizer speaking in it’s normal monotone.

Severus nodded and stood, grabbing the last of his bacon, “I’ll go get ready, in the city right?” he asked and turned after Harrison nodded. “Hey Doc? No gadgets at the table,” the boy said snidely to the older man as he walked by. Just a normal day.

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The men in white gently took 92 out and gently brought her into a large manor. “Wait here,” said one putting her in the Entrance hall, “Your Mistress will be here soon.”

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Patrick pulled Ian back to their room, barely keeping from blushing as he held the elder boy’s hand. “Here,” he said tossing the older boy a black suit, “I had this commisioned for you, wear the collar too, no one will touch you if you have this collar.” He handed the Hybrid a black leather collar with soft fake fur on the inside. He then turned around, blushing heavily and put on his own dress clothes, a dark blue silk shirt, a pure white jabot, black pinstripe pants and his black leather combat boots. He then turned and put on the black jacket, saying, “Do I look ‘sophisticated’ enough for the self-arrogant yuppies?” He smirked knowing that this would make the older boy laugh.

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Severus carefully jumped from building to building, holding his hood down with one hand. He left his Colt M4 at home and felt quite strange without it. He took comfort in the guns at his sides and the knife in his sleeve, at least he wasn’t defenseless. He watched as his target ran someone of the road to protect him. He then watched the red-head run off. Severus jumped down an alley, landing on all fours and checking his holograms. All in tact, but he could drop them if need be, good. He strode to beside the heavily clothed person and asked softly, “Are you Samuel Fernadaz?” He stood perfectly still, but he was ready to attack should the other boy try to harm him.

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Harrison walked calmly through the forest, nothing happened there without one of his group knowing, he knew that for sure. And he knew there was a bounty hunter that was actually helping hybrids, two actually, but it would be too dangerous to reveal himself to one of them. He found the building he had been looking for and knocked calmly, waiting for one of Uridar’s men to come to the door.

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Icarus whimpered softly as he was pulled into the Sanity’s Fallen Brothel. Not another one, it would be the same. Not good enough for even the lowest of the low, how pathetic was he? The one of his ‘guard’, AKA his tormentors, grabbed his wings roughly.

His reaction was instant, he keened angrily, slashed the man’s hand with his claws and bolted when the man let go to check his bleeding hand. Ica ran though the lobby then ran straight into a woman with rather large breasts. He looked up for a mere moment, his gold eyes catching the woman’s grey eyes, then looking down.

Unconsciously, Ica gently held the wing that had been grabbed and started to clean his wings. ‘Please don beat me,’ the boy thought, ‘Please.’

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Ian laughed as Patrick had put on his mocking attitude and imitations of those they were loathingly about to meet by the hundreds, Ian had put on the pants and shirt when Patrick started his act, during which Ian put on the coat and spun so Patrick could inspect him.

Ian had not tucked in his shirt since he had never been taught how so at some point Patrick would either do it for him, have someone else do it for him, teach him how to do it, or just let it go

Ian had put on the collar first, although other hybrids may not agree with him on this Ian actually enjoyed wearing collars, just the fabric or leather against his skin (not to mention his over active dog nature) it just sent him into a fit of happiness, as though he were a puppy again

Ian after he was all dressed asked (keep in mind he's never lied and is innocent of most things other then what he was taught in the facility, and Italicized is in his mind) "Master, if you don't like this girl (if you could even call her that) and your parents know that, why are you two being forced to wed in a relationship with no love?"

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Jeremy Cornwall and Mina Dupuis - 11:30 AM

Taking a look at the clock, he smiled. "At last lunch time. You got a preference? I was thinking Ferentia's, how's that sound?" he called out to Mina as she sat diligently near the door. Turning to look at him, she smiled, "Whatever you want, I'll have." Standing, she checked to make sure everything was in order. Then walking out of the office with him, they headed to the elevators. Looking out over the city again as they descended, they stood in the elevator with Danny and Rebecca. "How is it going for you Rebecca? Market sure is good. Investments are booming?""Yes. Everything is going well. You were right investing in the bro-" "Yes, good, good. Well have a nice lunch." Mina and him stepped out of the elevator as the door opened.

Walking out into the street, they crossed the street getting to the restaurant. Heading inside, a waiter greeted them, "I'm sorry Sir. We are full right now. Unless you have a reservation, I'll have to ask you to leave." "Of course, Reservation for Jeremy Cornwall for 2." "Ah yes sir. Just a moment we shall get your table ready." Standing in the doorway, he looked around. Today was a special day, although he wouldn't expect Mina to remember that. It was there special day. She noticed him smiling at her, smiling back, she looked up as the waiter approached. "If you will follow me Monsieur and Mademoiselle, I will show you to your table." Leading them into the back, the man pulled a curtain aside, leading them into a back room. Inside was the private seating area with booths that were curtained off to offer privacy to the inhabitants. Leading them to a booth, the Waiter pulled the curtain aside and revealed the luxurious space inside. Motioning to a button, he spoke, "When you are ready to order, just press the button and a waiter shall be in shortly."

Sitting down, she spoke, "This is a bit fancy, don't you think?" "Well..." he reached into his pocket, "It isn't everyday that I get to celebrate 2 years with a wonderful bodyguard and a wonderful lover." Pulling out a jewelry case, inside was a simple, yet attractive Necklace. Taking it out, he put it around her neck. "There. How does that feel?" "Good. I've got a present for you too." A surprised look crossed his face. He was sure she had completely forgotten. Then he realized what she meant as she started taking off his jacket and leaned in to kiss him.

Half an Hour later a bell rang in the kitchen, a light showing Booth 3. A young waitress walked off, heading towards the booth. Approaching, she pulled the curtain aside. Inside Jeremy and Mina sat messily dressed looking over the menu. "You are ready to order, monsieur et mademoiselle?""Yes, I'll have the Steak au Poivre, medium rare, with a glass of the Cabernet Sauvignon." "And I shall have the Foie Gras with a glass of Sauternes." Closing the menus, they handed them to the waitress. "Oui, juste un minute." Taking the menus, the waitress left. "Now where were we..."

Ten minutes later, the waitress returned bearing their food, she pulled the curtain aside, half expecting to see them performing some kind of sexual act. That is what usually happened when someone was renting one of these booths. However, to her surprise, they were seated there obviously a bit roughed up, but they had probably heard her coming. Placing the orders down in front of them, "Mademoiselle, le steak au poivre pour vous, et pour vous monsieur, le foie gras." "Thank you," both of them chimed as she left.

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Placing some money on the table for a tip to the kind waitress, he got up to leave. "Alas my love, we must get back to work." Heading to the bathrooms, they returned 5 minutes later looking far more ordered than they had entering the washrooms. "Well then, back to work I guess." A disappointed look crossed her face. He lifted her chin and gave her a soft kiss. "Honey, I'd love to take the day off, but the stock market won't wait for me. Tonight I'll stay at the loft again though. We don't have to sleep if you don't want to. Tomorrow is Saturday after all." The pout turned into a smile and she led the way out of the building, heading back across the street to the skyscraper.

Entering the elevator, they stood alone again. "I love you, Jeremy." "I love you too, Mina. The elevator door opened at their floor and they walked out to his office. Beyond the door they heard Nancy Answering the phone. As he opened the door, he noticed a business card on the floor, picking it up he looked at it. It said, "Selfish Gentleman says Hi!" Then he heard a small beep and Mina yelled, "Get down!" as she pulled him away from the door. His office exploded, knocking both him and Mina back away. He slammed hard into the floor, something hot washed over him and passed out.

Mina heard a beep and instinctively knew it was something dangerous. Protecting Jeremy, she pulled him away from the door as it blew off it's hinges. Both of them were thrown back. He slammed hard into the floor, hitting his head. At the same time the door slammed into her knocking the wind from her body. Reeling from the blow, she tried crawling over to him. Making it to him she checked his pulse. Stable, good. Probably a concussion, hopefully nothing too serious. After knowing her charge was secure, she took a look to see how the inside of the office was. All she saw was a raging inferno, anyone still inside was probably already dead, or if they weren't they were wishing they were. The water from the fire sprinklers started to rain down but could do nothing to the inferno. Sitting there, she waited for the Fire department and police to arrive.

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Drake walked towards the edge of the forest, counting the trees as he went. 1... 2... 3... 8... 9... 50... 51... Eventually he reached the edge of the forest, and, by chance, found what he was looking for almost directly in his path.Well, that was useful, being able to find it so easy. He crouched down beside the foxhole. He might not be here, but most likely is, so I'll check first before searching the vicinity. "Is anyone there?" He called into the hole, loud enough to be heard clearly by anything that was in the hole, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear.

92 was amazed by even the few moments outside, it was her first time ever seeing the sun in the sky, feeling real ground beneath her feet, she even saw a tree! A tree!!! She’d only seen those in books too and for some reason she had a compulsion to climb it... though she didn’t, instead opting to follow along behind these men making a small subdued smile as she heard the loose rocks crunching beneath her feet as she walked along...

Within the entrance hall her eyes darted around the huge room, it felt bigger than her physical training hall and she couldn’t see any training equipment so in theory it wasn’t... but maybe the stuff was hidden off in one of those many doors... the men left her standing in the very centre of the room and 92 was fine with that just staring around at all the different things, the pillars twisting up so high, the beautiful paintings hung across the walls, the amazing chandelier above her head twinkling softly like stars... she just realised she might actually get to see real stars too and started to grin even more. Then they mentioned her... Mistress? She... didn’t really know what that word meant... they were leaving her and told her to wait... was mistress a synonym for owner?

“Mistress...?”

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Kitsun placed his overcoat and projector belt inside his hiding place in a specific tree before he got close to his home, for a moment he took out his one remaining contact and was a little bummed he'd have to find another set, only keeping the one he had so that he'd have something to go off of when he took another.

As Kitsun turned down the path to get to his hole, he swiftly and silently hid because he saw a strange guy in front of it

A million thoughts flew though his head at once "Did Red know I was there? did that guy see through my disguise and only let me go for the thrill of the chase? Was the thing that guy on the bike dropped something to track hybrids and it still worked when he passed me? Is it the inspection officers again?" then one thought crept though his mind that he knew to be the only way "Can he fight back?"

Kitsun decided against killing the person, cause he didn't know the reason for being there he could just be a wondering person who strayed to far from the city.

Kitsun started creeping up towards the man and when he got behind him, he took out his bowie and put the man in a head lock and without letting the man see him he asked with the knife slightly pressed up against the mans throat "Any reason your near my home?"

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~Samuel Fernandez: Alleyway----So Much For A Low Profile~

Samuel was busy trying to mend the broken machine when a shop owner had walked up to him, asking if he needed help. Despite the fact that Samuel didn't want to draw attention to himself, he was in need of help, especially since this machine he was supposed to deliver was alien to him. "Uh, yeah, if ya know how to fix this machine that is." Sam told Alexander, showing him the broken piece of machinery. "From what I can tell, the machines supposed to be a scanner of some sort. Do you know anything about scanners?" he asked him. He hoped that this guy at least had some knowledge of machinery. Otherwise there would be no use affiliating with him. The guy seemed decent though, he hadn't shown signs of being untrustworthy...yet. Although, he did seem like he was trying to escape something. But whatever, as long as he got to his client in time, the old man back at the shop had enough troubles of his own. It was a miracle the guy was even letting a Hybrid stay at his shop.

Another man then came down the alleyway to meet Samuel. This one was much different, he had an tough demeanor about him. The fact that the guy knew his name gave Samuel reason to be suspicious. Who was this guy? And how did he find out about him? Was his attempts to hide himself from the Business World flawed? Did someone find out about him a talked? Had someone betrayed him? The Hybrid narrowed his eyes at the hooded man. So much for a low profile. "Yeah, that's me. Who wants to know?" he asked suspiciously.

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Alexander 'Alex' Chance - Alleyway

Alex almost gave out a chuckle when he saw the broken machine that obviously needed repairs. He had ordered an old man which he knew well to give repairs to it some time ago and it was suppose to have been delivered to one of his safehouses in the outskirts. Note to self: Tell Raf to do things properly next time... And teach his kid to ride bikes properly.

"Well, I can't say much about fixing it but you could gather it up and bring it in to take a better look at it", as he finished, he pointed at the back door of his shop. Alex wasn't being completely honest. In fact, Alex knew perfectly well what it was and more than just how to fix it.

Suddenly, a boy appeared and talked to the man, mentioning a name. "So your name's Samuel? Mine's Alexander", he said with a smile at the man and looked back at the boy, "As for you, I don't think it would be appropriate for people to gather at an alleyway like this. If you'd like, you could help us and talk more in my shop", he paused and added, "I have some fried salmon and chocolate milk".

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Malon felt the shove before seeing the hybrid. She stepped back from the force and watched as the boy tumbled backwards, staring at her with a hurt golden gaze. Her smoldering gray eyes picked apart the small hybrid, piece by piece. His eyes had promise, timid by personality but fierce by nature.

Head bowed, sharp chin, mouth in a tight line, he's more than likely attempting to come off as the type to struggle. His body language betrayed him. Right arm tight against his side, hand folded submissively in front of his thigh, left hand caressing ruffled feathers, shoulders taunt inwards, thighs squeezed tightly together--someone's touched him before he arrived.

Malon's stern gaze twisted darkly as she jerked her head upwards and caught sight of the running guards. She stared them down, figuratively bringing them to their knees. She would be doing so after the hybrid was secured. She snapped her fingers and Marie was already at her employer's side.

"Take the boy upstairs..."

"Yes Mistress." Marie took Icarus' hand and slowly walked him towards the elevator. "Come child," the maid cooed, "You'll not wish to see your new master when she's angry."

Malon grabbed her staff, flicking her wrist and unleashing it's full length. She took a step forward. "Do tell me something boys," she moved slowly towards them, her light hearted tone of voice growing darker with each step, "Barret and I have been friends, good friends, since before your employment, obviously. So maybe no one told you beforehand about etiquette and how to handle things that are mine."

She swung and snapped the staff against the first man's arm. He yelped and brought his hand to nurse the wound. She brought her right hand at the end of the staff and pulled back slightly, using the other side to hit the back of the second guard's knee. He cried out and fell to the floor.

"Not only was my new toy covered in bruises, old ones of course, but he had somehow as if by sheer magic, escaped from your detainment and ran right smack into me. Normally, what with the momentum he barreled from, the child would have fallen from the floor and evidently on his back. Instead he stood tall and was cradling his left wing as if it had been assault not merely seconds before." She twisted the staff and smacked the other guard across the face, he fell to the floor as well. She lifted her staff and the other one flinched, groveling on the floor to be spared. She smacked the pole across his back, smiled at the scream of pain.

"Cross me again and you will be tortured as any other hybrid is under my control. I will not be lenient with either of you. Do hope you learn your place the next time." She smacked the pole against both of their faces and then pushed it against their stomachs. "Now go, before you start bleeding all over my floor. And don't bother complaining to Barret, my guess is he'll laugh at you for it."

She smiled in satisfaction as the two humans ran out of her hotel with far too much speed for people who just got beaten. She flicked her wrist and the staff pulled inwards, back to its original small form and was placed in her jacket pocket. She ordered one of the maids to bring more food to her room and walked smoothly to the elevator. Humming to the tune of the music she waited until she reached the door to put her stern gaze back on.

She saw the boy and Marie standing in the middle of the room. "Leave." And the maid was gone within seconds. Malon made sure the door was locked, throwing her weapon into the love seat by the window before making her way into the large bathroom. She emerged with a first aid kit and moved slowly towards the hybrid. Her glare was still planted sternly on her face but she picked him up with just her left arm and threw him onto the bed with ease.

Skinny...How many Brothels have you been through to get like this? She moved to the side of the bed and grabbed his arm roughly. And then, she did something unexpected. She scanned the arm before opening the first aid kit and began treating his wounds.

"What is your name child?" she asked smoothly, voice calm.

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Camellia “Cami” Hawthe ~ Room

A woman rested there against with her hands tied to the iron frame in her room. The handcuffs were beginning to leave a red mark on her wrists as she let her arms droop with lifelessness. Her clothes ripped in multiple places, Cami felt exposed. She always did after a client came through. A crack of a whip could be heard as Cami’s head was lifted upward by a wooden stick. A leather-gloved hand shot out in front of her face and took a strand of hair, caressing her face slightly.

“Have you been a good girl for me?” A high-pitch voice said softly. Cami’s eyes were blank, as always when it came to thinks like this. She didn’t like it when the dominatrixs’ came in. They always wanted to do something out of the norm and Cami hardly tolerated it, but this always drove her to become lifeless.

“Yes, master.” She repeated in a monotone voice. She felt like a robot going through the motions. A face loomed near hers and gave her a glare.

“I paid good money for yes, shape up or you’ll hear from your boss.” Cami’s eyes look into hers as she started to come out of her self-induced dazed of hopelessness and tried to focus on what the client wanted.

“Yes, Master.” She said more seductively. The client’s lips turned into a smirk as she said this.

“Good puppy. Now then, sit still and don’t move.” The face back away from her own as a whip cracked nearby. A black strip of cloth was wrapped around her eyes and tied in the back tightly. Cami felt safer with the blindfold on. She didn’t have to see what came next, meaning she can expect anything and not be waiting for it. It was better this way to not know what was going on have the time and just take it. Some movement could be heard until Cami could feel a body next to her own. “My little kitten, where are you hiding it?” Cami felt confused. She was hiding something? She could feel hands on her arms as the client began to pat her down.

“What are you looking for, Master?” Cami asked in her soft and raspy voice. The client began to rip off Cami’s clothes off even more leaving her in nothing but her under garments. He clients hands rested on her back for a moment as she stroked something long.

“There they are…” She said with glee. Cami finally understood what she was looking for. Her bat wings. They flapped slightly as she stroked them softly. The wings span barely passed her shoulders when fully extended. They were too small to fly with, but it still got her into this brothel. The client stepped back again and cracked her whip. “Not it’s time for some fun…” She cracked the whip again and then flung it towards Cami, hitting her bare skin a couple of times. The pain of it made her eyes water and flinched from the ship, but she could barely move. “I can’t go too hard on you… I might damage your beautiful skin…” The client laughed aloud and manically as she whipped Cami again.

Cami cried out in pain this time, making the client stop slightly. “I see, making noise. Hmmm, maybe we should bring out some other toys… But first, I want some of that sweetness…” Cami could feel the client close to her again. The client’s face loomed in front of her as a hand grabbed her chin and forcefully pulled on it, a pair of lips meeting Cami’s. The kiss was rough and rash. The client’s breath smelling like cigarettes and peppermint. The client pulled back and moaned slightly. “That’s what I’m talking about…”

Cami felt disgusted but by now she could tell the client’s time was running out. Cami gave back into the darkness and fell into a dazed as the client began to finish up her business.


A half hour later, Cami was alone laying on the bed, lifeless. The client left her there, and she didn’t feel like moving. She felt hopeless and uncaring of what was going to happen next. Whether another client came in or possibly a night off from clients, Cami was as ready as she could ever be. She slowly sat up as her arms shook as she tried to lift her body up. Her bat wings flapped slightly, weak from the slight tortured it endured from the client. She went to her dresser and pull out new clothing for her to wear until they were pulled off again.

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At the other end of the alleyway, leaning against a wall was the cowboy from earlier. He puffed a big cloud of black smog thanks to his cigar. He raised up his head so that his cowboy hat would reveal his face to the three gents that stood. " That's kind of strange, isn't it?" The man question to the trio as he made his presence known to them. " Chocolate milk and fried salmon? Odd combination choice, wouldn't you say?" He questioned further.

"Maybe odder, then what that boy over yonder is wearing." The man mentioned as he started to talk about Samuel. He couldn't help, but notice the stuff he was wearing to his face. " Any reason, you're hiding your mug, there son?" He questioned Samuel as smoked escaped from his mouth. " Don't mind little old me, I'm just you're average concern citizen." He explained with a crooked smile that only a mother could love. If that didn't say he was lying, it also helped that strapped his back was a shotgun that gleamed thanks to the sun.

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The Rabbit scooped up some of the parts with his left, minutely flicking his wrist so his knife fell into his hand. If this owner tried to harm either him or that kid, Samuel; he was dead. With a capital D.

“Severus Blake,” the teen said coldly to them, it was his orders to check on the Hybrid, not be nice to him. And he definitely didn’t have to be nice to that shopkeeper, there was something off about him. “Call me Blake.” He leaned slightly against the wall as he waited for the others to move and glanced at Dominico, Harrison had had a couple close calls with that guy. ‘I don’t like this at all, it’s getting risky.’ But, of course, he wasn’t going to give up, he’d just wait ‘till it was a bit safer.

He looked at the machine parts, a scanner of some kind. Oh, how he wanted to find out the programs for this baby, looked complex. “Yeah, I don’t think this can be fixed all that well. And if it could be fixed, you’d probably need the schematics for it,” the boy murmured aloud, not really paying attention to the people around him, but at the same time completely aware of their movements. “It’s probably got some real hard programming too, I hope whoever owns this doesn’t need it too bad, hunh?” he said, looking at Samuel and lowering his hood. He had his hologram up, so he looked like the usual albino; greyish-white skin, light pink eyes, and platinum blonde hair instead of his usual white. He stood tensely and watched for the other’s reactions. Particularly the bounty hunter, the most dangerous of the bunch.

He then addressed Dominico, “Maybe he gets cold like I do, smaller people get cold easier, less fat on their bodies.” He snorted then continued, “Fuck, I haveta keep a sweater on during the summer to keep warm, what if it’s the same for him? Got any problem with that?” He was purposely trying to distract the bounty hunter from Samuel, who knows if the kid would be okay if he got exposed, and he wasn’t sure he could go against the bounty hunter from this distance.

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Rikka walked to the Entrance Hall, to check if her new pet was there. And she was. Such a perfect little beauty and she looked so innocent, oh, how Rikka couldn’t wait to corrupt her. She walked down the stairs to her little pet and smiled near lecherously. She smiled at her little pet and cooed at the darling child, “I am Rikka Dnais, I’m your new Mistress, what would your name be?” The human grinned wider and stroked the girl’s cheek with the back of her fingers. Such soft skin, perfect for whipping.

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Patrick winced visibly when Ian asked why he was to marry the creeper. He walked to Ian silently and started to tuck the older boy’s shirt in. “You have to tuck the shirt in, like this. Next time, you’ll try to tuck your shirt in, m’kay?” he asked softly, looking up at the Hybrid. He finished but didn’t look back up, his thin hands falling to his sides. “It’s an arranged marriage, Ian, I have no choice. Both sets of parents want us to marry, ‘cause it’ll look good for them and for the families,” Patrick said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just have to do what I’m told, if I’m lucky I’ll only have to have sex with her once to get her pregnant and get and heir. Hopefully I’ll be able to get away from her by just giving her money and telling her to go and have fun.” The fourteen-year-old bit his lip and tried not to cry. “It’s not fair, but that’s life, hunh?” Patrick asked, looking up with watery eyes, “Come on, we gotta go.” He pulled on Ian’s sleeve to get him moving.

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Ica looked up at the woman with thinly veiled wonder, no one had been so gently with him before. He quickly looked back down, knowing most people hated to make eye contact with him. “I’m Icarus, Mme, but usually I’m called Ica. What should I call you?” He hands were so soothing. It made him feel safe, and that, in his books was not a good thing. So he would step gently around this woman.

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Ian looked analytically as Patrick tucked in his shirt, making sure he'd be able to do it himself next time

As Patrick gave him an answer that made Ian feel bad he had asked the question that obviously upset his master, wanted to give him a hug as he had in the past, and Patrick had said before calmed him.

But before he could get to it almost as though Patrick had known it was coming he turned and tugged on his sleeve for them to leave for the party. Patrick and Ian were loaded into the car and sent on their way towards the woman's (again if you could even call her that) house

On the way Ian had tried several of his usual methods to cheer Patrick up, but unfortunately none of them seemed to work, this saddened Ian somewhat but compared to what Patrick was going through with his parents and this woman (for a third time if you could even call her that) it was nothing, so he decided to try and keep quiet until the time was right

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Feeling the knife touch his throat, Drake merely blinked. "Looking for you, obviously." Drake's hand shot up and pushed the arm hold the knife away, slipping himself out of the headlock nearly simultaneously. He twisted his body around quickly, so that he was facing Kitsun before he had time to react. "To be specific, I was checking if you were home." Drake quickly memorized all of Kitsun's features, so it would be easier to find him if he ran off. He also memorized what the area looked like, for a similar reason. "73"

The innocent tiny girl stood in the middle of the hall staring around in wonder at the majesty of colours surrounding her for the whole time it took for Rikka to come, then suddenly noticing the girl coming... her clothes were reminiscent of some things she had been made to wear before although she was taller than 92... and her chest... was really big... for some reason her smile made the girl shiver slightly.

“...Mistress...? Er... um... oh... name... I... I have no name... I am only number 92...”

Her hand shuddered slightly as she almost pointed to her neck then remembering she had just the little gift ribbon rather than her shock collar... the touch of Rikka was unusual... normally she was completely used to being handled in any way by her controllers but... that simple tiny action of sliding her digits across her flesh... it was, she wasn’t entirely sure about what she felt actually... but her cheek tingled in a kind of nice way. She then remembered she had been taught a little speech for when she finally came to meet her owner, suddenly reciting it with a look of concentration of her face that made it clear she was just remembering the words not saying them herself.

“I am your new Pet. I am here to serve your needs whatever they are. I have been trained in cooking, cleaning, languages, arts, music, ballet, acrobatics, gymnastics, s..swimming... I... I have been trained to obey your orders... and I.. I am yours in my entirety...”

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Feeling that this guy obviously knew what he was doing Kitsun took out his switchblade and was ready for round 2, although on a second look he noticed the guy didn't look like a patrol officer, he didn't even have a gun

So looking at this with all his "fox" cunning he swiftly asked ready to attack at an answer he didn't like "Why are you looking for me?, You obviously know what your doing so if your a bounty hunter get ready to die, and if none of those apply to you leave right now and I won't kill you but I won't be here if you tell anyone"

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"I'm here under orders to help you, not hurt you." Drake spoke calmly, even in the apparent danger. "Besides, it wouldn't matter if weren't here, I've memorized your appearance, so I'd be able to find you anyways." He looked at the switchblade that Kitsun had brought out. "You should take in the details before acting, not after. Something bad might happen if you don't." there was a small pause, then Drake repeated what he had said earlier. "73."

"Mmm, Icarus..." She mumbled to herself, having already finished with his arms and grabbed his thigh onto her lap. "My name is Malon and you may call me that solely in the privacy of this room or any other we are alone in. If there are others present you are required to address me as Mistress Malon, Lady Sol or Master."

He's avoiding my gaze....Discipline or quite possibly outright abuse...He will learn to break out of such horrible habits. She nursed his other thigh and then fully faced towards him on the master bed. She grabbed his chin and forced him to look her in the eyes.

"You will follow any and all rules I set for you. You will obey me unconditionally and I will take care of you as if the fact that you are a hybrid, does not matter. First rule, you will never cast your gaze elsewhere when speaking to me, doing so tells me you want to be treated like the other hybrids. Second, you are to wear the clothes I give you, nothing else. If I tell you to strip, you will disrobe and stay naked until otherwise advised.

Third, you are to eat with me when called upon, no matter the hour of the day. Fourth, you will sleep in this room, on this bed, with me every night. Fifth, you are to stay in this room unless I tell you to leave. Disobey that particular rule and I'll have you handcuffed to the bedpost until I deem you obedient enough to take the chains off. Sixth, you are to tell me immediately when someone touches, disparages, or so much as looks at you with a lust filled gaze. You are mine and no one, absolutely no one is allowed to do anything to you without my consent.

Seventh, you are to not lie to me about anything whatsoever. You are to be completely honest. If I find that you've outright lied to my face I will beat you so hard that this rule is ingrained into your skin. Eighth, stay away from the basement. If I catch you down there...." Her expression grew dark, voice went low, "you will regret it....Ninth, don't ever try to run away. Breaking this rule will also get you a beating. Lastly, you will not under any situation, question my orders. Do you understand?"

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Kitsun still a little untrusting of this man sent another barrage of questions still ready to kill on a answer, phrase, or word he didn't like

"Who sent you?, How do I know can trust you?, and If your really here to help get rid of all your weapons right now, if you have any, and I'll do the same"

"Oh and one more thing, Why do you keep saying 73?" he said in a more random interested then annoyed fashion

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Alexander 'Alex' Chance - Alleyway

"On the contrary, it's quite delicious", Alex said as he turned around to see that Hobs was behind them, not that he didn't know anyway with Hobs' cowboy shoes clicking wherever he went. Blake had introduced himself and he was obviously hiding something about Samuel.

Suddenly, it hit him. Of course, these guys are hy- shit. At the moment and according to his thoughts, he would've been seen with a frustrated expression but Alex had masked it beautifully on the outside and said to the group, "Well, let's not all stay here like this. Samuel here's in some trouble and I say that we should help him for now", he picked up a few parts of the broken machine and carried it to the back door of his shop, opening it with a push of the shoulder. Looking back at the others, he said, "Come on now, I'll get you guys some of the food". All the while, he ignored Hobs' behavior.

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"Here's a reason to trust me." Drake pulled up his sleeve, then rolled down his glove, making the scales on his wrist visible. After a few seconds, he unrolled his glove and pulled down his sleeve, covering the scales again. "As for our weapons, what would we do if we are attacked?" Drake looked at the trees around them, remembering everything he saw, as always. "I passed within a foot of 73 trees on my right while traveling here. As for sent me, you'll learn if you follow me back."

Kitsun upon seeing the man's hybrid feature became instantly trusting and put away his switchblade and picked up his bowie also puting it away in a relaxed open way that would have Drake know he had gotten through to him.

"Before anything else happens I need to tell you 3 things, 1. when I said get rid of your weapons I only meant that you should throw them if you had them at your sides, not completely get rid of them, but that doesn't matter now, 2. That whole 73 thing ... yeah kinda weird, but you seem as though you'd be able to find this hole, and myself with your eyes closed because of it so that's kinda cool, and 3. I'll come with you, we just have to make a quick stop to get my disguise"

And with that Kitsun followed the chameleon guy out of the forest.

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