skylines of sin + human AU

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px;] The city was hot. It was muggy. It stank like shit and piss. People fought tooth and claw just to get ahead of the game itself. Some banded together to help each other out and fight the power oppressing them. Factions were formed out of necessity.


    River, Thunder, Wind, and Shadow were four of the main players, but Blood and Sky were rising up in the ranks slowly. River resided in the south side of the city, near the fishing docks. It was always bustling with commerce and the local fish market. Crime was never really apparent, but it wasn't unknown. All of the murder, deceit, and betrayal happened under the table away from the public eye. All of it was quiet and careful.


    Their usual meeting place was a local bar called "The Rat's Breath". It was typically filled with fisherman ending the day with a good glass of liquor or the drunkards who found it a home away from home. Tonight, though, it was relatively empty. The locals knew that tonight was the night were the River mob drank for free to plan and discuss news of the other mobs. Some stayed inside the bar, not fearing the mob itself. Behind the counter was a stern woman. Her tall, gaunt form looming over the patron currently at the bar itself. Her steely green eyes looked over the set tables as she watched for the first mob member to enter her business. Rae herself was a key member of the River mob. She listened to drunken babble of other mobs or incoming competition and let the others know what exactly was up.


    Cursing, Rae pulled out her phone and checked the time. "Where the hell are they?" she muttered, knowing they should be here already.


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    Sandstep, or called Jim in this AU, was sitting at the bar. He folded his elbow over the table and murmured to the bartender, "A shot of Jack."


    As the man made his shot, Jim glanced to his right to see a familiar woman standing behind the counter. "Am I too early for the party?" He greeted to Rae, a smirk growing across his features.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]"Whatcha mean?" Chris smirked from the doorway, leaning against it before he took his weight off of it and walked forward. He sat right in front of her, raising his eyebrows, folding his hands and stating, "I'm right here. And gimme a Shirley Temple." He finished, sitting up and crossing his legs. He had the typical male haircut for his short, more-brown-than-brown-red hair. Chris's brown eyes examined the bar. Someone was vomiting in the left corner.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Finn was not a member of the mob - or at least, he didn't consider himself to be. It was a long story, but he'd become tied up in the mob's relations as a kid and was sucked in against his will soon after that. It was either join River or die, and he'd chosen life. Not that he was much use to them, really; he was a scrawny teenager, 5'4" on a good day, incredibly scrawny.


    The boy slunk his way into the bar, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Furrowing his brows, he would hop up onto the bar stool next Chris and scratch at the mop of dark brown hair on his head. He blinked at the bartender, looking incredibly awkward. "Er... you guys have any milk?"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px;] Rae moved behind the back of one of her bartenders and leaned on the bar behind Jim. Her eyes never left the door, knowing the rest were most likely on their way. "Hmph. You three are the only ones on time tonight. Everyone is taking their sweet time," she grumbled, wanting to get this over. "Nights like these cost me a lot of money. I'd like to get it over with." She gestured with her head to a bartender. "Get the kid some milk." He nodded and walked back to the kitchen. She pushed off the counter and moved to the floor, crossing her arms as she looked out the window. The old decal of a rat with a fish in its mouth seemed to be peeling at the corners. I'll get someone to paint that over, I guess. The woman sighed and ran a hand through her short, military style hair. More money out of my pocket.


    At the sound of the man in the corner vomiting, Rae wrinkled her pointed nose. "Alright, Mike. That's enough. Out." The man slurred something along the lines of 'No', but with more words in between. Rae cracked her knuckles and watched as the man waved his hand to her and started stumbling his way to the door.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]/ did anyone else crack their knuckles


    "Well played, girly girl." Chris teased, his smirk evening into a mocking smile. Who knew girls could be tough. His eyes followed Mike on his way out, and he said, "Didn't he just get divorced or something?" he asked. "Maybe you shoulda lettim puke."
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    Tidal, or Lexa, as she was called in this AU, came striding through the doot- the only dignified person there, it seemed. Again. How many times had it been, where she was the only one who had true class, true elegance-


    Oh, whatever. She wanted a beer.


    "Rae, gimme a Shiner." The 5'5 woman half requested, half demanded, although she caught how the bartender might misunderstand her and hastily added, "The lager, not the injury, please."


    reference c:



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    • NPC xx NPC
    -Gen 1
    • Female | She/Her
    • Physically 21 Months | Spiritually 21 Human Years Old
    • Ages on the 1st | Born April 1st
    • Single | No Preference
    • Warrior of Riverclan
    • Mentoring Honeypaw | Mentoring Silverpaw
    • Visionary | Strong | Proud | Protective | Loyalist


    CURRENT APPEARANCE
    • Dark Grey-Brown Domestic Medium-Hair Tabby
    • Pale Blye Eyes


    INTERACTION
    • Physically Hard | Mentally Very Hard
    • No kill, capture, or major injuries without permission
    • Attack in bold white or risk being overlooked.
    • Friendly or non-harmful actions may be powerplayed


    HEALTH
    • Physical: 100%
    • Mentally: 100%
    • Strength: 100%
    • Speed: 100%
    • Agility: 100%
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]yes references are fabulous ideas uh
    chris looks like chris evans
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Hey, so his request was being followed through? Usually he was just ignored. Finn's lips twitched as the bartender returned with a tall glass of milk, and immediately he snatched it up and took a long swig. Like Rae, he wanted this night to be over - the sooner he could get back to playing video games in his dark basement, the better. He tried to push mov stuff to the back of his mind most of the time. His pale blue gaze flickered to Chris momentarily, before he went back to taking sips of his drink, swinging his legs as they were far from touching the ground. He yawned.


    / Finn is [url=http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BNTYyOTYxNjI2MF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTgwODAzNjQwNzE@._V1_UY317_CR20,0,214,317_AL_.jpg]Charlie Rowe c;
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]Ph, so everyone else got a drink, but not him? His didn't even have alcohol, which was shameful, and he'll change that, but for now, Chris wanted a drink. "Yuengling." he said, attempting to look Rae straight in the eye.


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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]He believed the mobs were highly illogical, as well as unnecessary, but it was a way for him to get paid and live under the radar. As much as he loathed working for the ones in charge, he did well in his employment. His own position was considered an advisor of sorts, perhaps even a second in command. He wasn't one of the goons who did the dirty work; he was the person who received information to give to the lower level individuals of the River mob, so his hands were never dirtied. The half-Vulcan (if allowed in this au lmao) situated himself at one of the cleaner tables, but ordered nothing unlike the others who had gathered there. His stern, grim features were kept still as his coffee gaze moved over Rae, Jim and Chris, still choosing to remain quiet. He quickly pulled out his planner, and opened it to a half-written page depicting some of the propositions they had already planned out the previous meeting, which had not been too long before this one.


    While his attention had been focused on the opened book settled on the table, his focus flitted to Lexa as she appeared, demanding an alcoholic beverage, similar to the others who had gathered. Spock was one to remain dry and sober in these meetings, and while the others did well to remain the same, he preferred to keep away from the intoxicating drinks. Being half alien had its perks, as he could handle more alcohol than the average human without getting tipsy, but if he allowed it to go too far, then the effects were usually much worse. His fingers idly played with a pen he had pulled out not long after the planner, and seeing how things were not yet started, focused on the instrument in his hand instead. The mob was known for their alcohol and violence, so it was only to be expected that they drink 'to their hearts' content'. He still found it difficult to understand their strange figures of speech, but he did well enough to recall them and vague remember what they meant. With a soft hum, he looked up from his pen to Rae, whom he expected to speak first, seeing as how she had been the first to arrive, at least according to his calculations. He had not been long after the few others to arrive before him. He did not consider himself late either, unlike what Rae had so bitterly stated only moments before.


    points to avatar for reference except in more civilian clothes :^3

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px;]//spock is always allowed bc he's spock


    Rae shrugged. "I'd rather he vomit somewhere that doesn't have 30 year old hardwood flooring." She dealt with this kind of stuff daily. People crying to her about their problems, dudes failing miserably when they try to snatch a lady, and even a couple of bar fights. She knew her way around a good bar fight. If it was two men, you can get between them and just push 'em apart. Two girls? Well, you just have to let that shit go. They usually stop after a good 5 minutes and cry and hug each other.


    "Besides, the bitch he divorced was a gold digger. He shouldn't be drinking to forget her," she reasoned, peeking out the window to see Mike hunched over, spilling more bile onto the sidewalk outside.


    Rae turned her head to Lexa and nodded to the request. The woman moved back behind the counter and filled a beer mug with the alcohol, loving the smell that came off of its head of foam. She set the drink on the counter and stretched out her back. "You guys get later and later every time," she muttered to herself.


    Rae met Chris's eyes and nodded. "I'm hearing there's been a lot of action from Blood, lately. Threats from their members and what not, y'know," she alerted Lexa, pouring the drink for the other member. She slid the mug to him and looked for a reaction from Lexa.


    Rae briefly looked to Spock and squinted. This guy.... He never ordered anything and just sat there. Writing. Who was he even? She'd seen him around, but never thought to talk to him. He didn't interest her enough.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]He accepted it without a thank you and began to suck all the foam off first. That was he best part. At the mention of Blood, he replied with beer foam on his lip, "I heard one of their guys got some little kid in Dark. Apparently Dark is a smaller faction." Chris nodded as he talked, eyes trailing off. And then they snapped to Spock, and he whispered, "I'm not sure who that guy even is. All he does is... Write. Or maybe he's drawing gay porn." He giggled at the last suggestion.
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    "I heard about the Blood ordeal." Lexa responded, staring at her drink every time it wasn't lifted to her lips. Those assholes had killed Costia, and they sure as f*ck were going to have hell to pay for that. "I was at a meeting the other day, with representatives from the other gangs. They brought up the idea of banding together for a while to scare Blood back into hiding again."



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    • NPC xx NPC
    -Gen 1
    • Female | She/Her
    • Physically 21 Months | Spiritually 21 Human Years Old
    • Ages on the 1st | Born April 1st
    • Single | No Preference
    • Warrior of Riverclan
    • Mentoring Honeypaw | Mentoring Silverpaw
    • Visionary | Strong | Proud | Protective | Loyalist


    CURRENT APPEARANCE
    • Dark Grey-Brown Domestic Medium-Hair Tabby
    • Pale Blye Eyes


    INTERACTION
    • Physically Hard | Mentally Very Hard
    • No kill, capture, or major injuries without permission
    • Attack in bold white or risk being overlooked.
    • Friendly or non-harmful actions may be powerplayed


    HEALTH
    • Physical: 100%
    • Mentally: 100%
    • Strength: 100%
    • Speed: 100%
    • Agility: 100%
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    Jim snorted. The Blood Group. They were just a bunch of stupid cowards in his opinion. "We should threaten them back. I'm not scared." He wasn't willing to cower while some other dumb group started dominating the area.


    He saw the others starting to comment abou Spock and he took a shot of his drink. "Lay off Mr. Antisocial over there." Jim warned. "He still has feelings...probably." He had actually had a few run-ins with Spock in the past so he knew a lot more than these people probably did. "You guys should take time to get to know your own members."
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    //i'll PROBABKY CHANGE HIS NAmE
    Jake was obviously late, and last to arrive. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and a black bomber jacket. His black jeans were ripped at the knees, and he was wearing (my fav) adidas. His mid-length black hear was messily kept in a way that looked intentional, but was really just a bed head. He walked in looking shady as fuck, his phone in his hand and his head looking down like a nobody, a cigarette in his hand as he exhaled the fumes casually.
    "What's up fuckers?" he mused as he took a spot on one of those spinny stools that were spaced evenly before the counter. His greeting was to be expected, he always announced his entrance in some rude manner. "What have I missed?" he asked, glancing to his phone.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px;] Rae looked to Lexa with concern at her suggestion. "You have to be kidding me, right? You of all people should know how badly that'll end," she said, voice raising in volume slightly. The other factions were so different than theirs. They had different ways to deal with people and different ways to deal with people. None of them would work together at all. She knew it.


    When the messy looking man walked in, Rae gave a smirk. He was a favorite of hers. Scrappy and tough. He knew how to handle himself. She admired him for that. "How many times do I have to tell you, Jake? No smoking in my bar." She gestured to the sign with a comical rat choking on smoke and in big red letters "NO SMOKING". Maybe she would've allowed this in the 1990's, but it was a different time now and she had asthma. Smoking was a no-no at the Rat's Breath.


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    [justify][sub][size=9pt]He looked up from his phone, glanced to Rat, and shrugged, "Whatever," he said grumpily, throwing the cigarette into the trash. He glanced to his phone, chuckling at his client's text, "You crack me up." He looked up, putting his phone face-down. He basically forgot why he came and began to look around blankly, his normally edgy-looking face riddled with confusion, "Why am I here?" he asked, his eyes darting to the menu above the racks of alcohol.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]Chris nodded at Jake's question. "Yes, why are we here?" he asked Rae. His roleplayer was really bad at making tough-looking dudes, and she could tell she was failing. Time for some rebelly stuff. Chris knew the risks of smoking in the bar but he tried to pass him a pack of cigars under the table anyway.
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