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    [] a closet of Saint Laurent get what I want when I want 'cause this hunger is killing me, yeah


    The male hadn't been there to witness it, but from all the roaring he heard he doubted it was good. Jormungand didn't know who the other guy was, or what had happened, but hurried over nonetheless. What met him was a sight that even made him sick. He was normally used to gore and guts and bloodshed, but this was slightly over the top. He shook his head to clear it, nose wrinkled in disgust as he approached the commotion further.

    "What do we have here?" His normally seductive voice was today ice-cold as the shadows writhed about his body, agitated by his mood. He scanned the ground, there seemed to be a corpse, recently made, and blood tracks that led to the direction of a temple or church of some sort. He gave the corpse a disgusted glance and a snort before following the trail that shone bright on the desert floor.

    Upon entering the church he found the source of the faint crying. Another animal sobbing on the ground. The other seemed to look male, smaller than the panther, blood matting his fur and... were those intestines? spread around him. Jormungand moved closer, touching the other with a brush of his thick paw-pad. "Hey, you're okay?" He asked, not really sure what else he could possibly say to make the situation any better. He wasn't good with this talking stuff, he left it to the others and preferred getting down and dirty, straight into the action. The feline frowned, noticing for the first time the direction the other was looking in. He followed his gaze, nothing to stare at. The guy was staring into blank space, chest still heaving. He looked like he was about to throw up.

    Poor thing.

    Jormungand sat down slightly next to him, staying in perfect view should the other choose to direct their gaze a few degrees to the left, and curled his tail around his paws in a calming gesture. He relaxed his muscles as to not seem tense, and raised the temperature of the coldness in his gaze by a few degrees.

    What could possibly have driven him to do something like that to someone? Sure, Jormungand didn't like enemies himself, but this seemed a bit... extreme. He didn't say anything, and opted to wait out for the other to cease their whimpers of sadness, making no aggressive move or giving the notion that he was here for a fight. If the other wanted to fight, so be it. Jor's blood was pumping and his muscles were long prepared. If blood were to be spilt, that would please the Goddess, no?


    The other female seemed uncomfortable and unresponsive, so Jayden gave a little shrug, took her chapstick back, and walked towards the fire escape, giving a parting nod and a wave. She could come later, if she wanted. Whatever. She skipped down the stairs, pulling her mask from her pocket and fitting it over her face smoothly with a small grin. She had noted that the giant-ass group had begun to move out of the building. To be honest she didn't actually work with anyone. Any alliances were always temporary. She wasn't there to make friends, pfft. She allowed herself an eyeroll, unsheathing her weapons silently as she reached the ground floor. She pushed the door open, coming to an empty street, then heard voices slightly to her left. Faint, but still there, ringing throughout the cold place. She followed the source and found an alleyway, and there was motion going on. Deciding to watch everything play out for now, and not really caring if they saw her or not, she had been looking for a fight since this morning, she turned her mask on and skipped silently a few metres away to a small brick outcrop, plopping her romp on it and making herself comfortable, watching the scene unfold before her eyes with a grin on her lips.

    [] a closet of Saint Laurent get what I want when I want 'cause this hunger is killing me, yeah


    Jor turned around at that with an intruigued smile on his face. "What? That sounds... interesting." He chuckled, lashing his tail. "I'd love to have one, please."


    //first time I've ever seen blind date setups as a weekly task

    [] a closet of Saint Laurent get what I want when I want 'cause this hunger is killing me, yeah


    Jor was leaning against the wall, white gloved hands in the pockets of his suit, the suit that somebody had somehow wrangled him into. He let an annoyed scowl briefly flash onto his face but smoothened it out again, crossing one ankle over the other as he scanned the place. It was well set-up, he had to admit that, and he shook his head, opting to run fingers through his already tousled black hair. He noticed Elian, standing by a staircase looking not so happy to be there, and made his way over to him fluidly.

    "So, you enjoying the place?" He teased, making sure the other could hear the joking tone in his voice, rummaging thruogh his pocket that he managed to stuff a box of cigarettes in, just in case. He pulled one out and offered it to the other male, holding a lighter with his other hand as well.


    //oh ooh


    [] a closet of Saint Laurent get what I want when I want 'cause this hunger is killing me, yeah


    The male huffed as Canoris gave him the task of capturing another person from another clan thing. Was she out of her mind? But fair enough, he would've probably done the same thing just for jokes, but this time it seemed serious enough. Since he didn't really know the neighbors well, he decided to pick a random direction to go to and cross a border, or at least hover by it.

    Border he did come across, which was a good thing, he supposed, and he did find a few small trees that provided at least some shade against the glaring sun. So he crouched down, blending in with the foliage, and waited, ignoring the sun beating down on him. At least the trees offered him shade. If need be, he could summon his own shadows to help him.


    //don't post until nissr does! :D


    Love the desert idea


    Also to an earlier statement made by caprisun. , if we bring supernatural stuff into an already difficult topic/plot, it might make it even more confusing plus give the teens an unfair advantage when they're doing their jobs, so I'd agree with OutCast that we should leave it out.

    That's not a bad idea actually.

    But when we make the children, are they the children of the Mafia leaders, or just random teen members? Because I think it would be a bit more intense if they were the children, so in case one of them gets caught the hostile gang can use them as leverage or whatever. Aka to make their mission more dangerous?

    And maybe each mafia group could have a different personality, for example one is super chill about what the people do, one is a complete capitalism and such?