The Kidnapping IC

[Partly Cloudy]

Link to the OOC:
http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?p=43405#post43405
Ignore its title, I don't know how to change it. XP

[Partly Cloudy]

Lowdine City, District 7

"LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS ONLINE," a computer voice chimed inside a large pod as it filled with a strange liquid. The girl inside kept her eyes closed, knowing the liquid would force her to sleep in a few moments.
"XX3A is coming along quite smoothly..." A male voice said.
"Yes, it's too bad the boss wants her in there another nine years." another man said.
"Yeah, what I wouldn't give to have her."
He seemed to say something else, but the pod had closed and liquid filled the girl's ears. Her mind became fuzzy, and soon, she was asleep.


Lowdine City, Merchant District

"Damn this city..." Nii muttered as he walked down the main street. People filled the street, making Nii feel claustrophobic. Usually, people kept their distance from him when his gun was strapped to his back, but there was nowhere for people to go.
Nii sighed and turned down a side street. There was no new evidence of any kidnappings, and unless he wanted to join the army, he wouldn't be able to find out anything from the Town Hall records.
"I hate this!" He nearly shouted and kicked a large rock, sending it flying down the street.

[pooky]

"We're almost there Kaine!" Kayley happily announced to her dog as they walked towards the city limits. Kaine barked happily in reponse. Finaly, after almost two weeks of traveling she and her husky Kaine were almost in Lowdine City. They were already beginning to feel out of place. Huskies didn't seem to be exactly common in South America and she had brought along a few sweaters and hoodies but so far she didn't need them. Both she and Kaine were used to the cold weather of northern Alberta but here it was hot most of the time so she was already feeling very out of place. Kaine was panting almost constantly and she was often sweating up a storm.
She stopped and put down the pack she had been carrying ever since they had left from their home. It still hurt to think about their home and what they had lost. But she couldn't show it, it wouldn't do any good to stop and cry over it. She unzipped the pack and took out a half-filled bottle of water and a small container. Then she placed the container on the ground and poured some of the water into it. "Ok boy there you go," she told Kaine. Kaine happily walked over to the container and quickly lapped up all the water with his tongue. She reached over and petted his soft brown fur, they had been through so much together, her and her dog. It would have made their journey so much more difficult if he wasn't here with her. Then she removed her hand to wipe the beads of sweat off of her forehead. It was so hot that her blue t-shirt clung to her body. When Kaine was finished she placed the container and water bottle back into the pack and zipped it up. Then she got up, brushed off some of the dust off of her track pants, and slung the pack over her shoulder again, ignoring the protest her back made in repsonse to the added weight. Then she and Kaine continued walking over to the city.

[Partly Cloudy]

Nii made his way down a shaded alley. He found a sturdy crate and sat down, took the gun off his back and set it next to him. His loose white tank top clung to his back. It was unusually hot this week. He quickly ran a hand through his hair, then leaned back and closed his eyes, resting for a moment.
He woke up about an hour later, his hand wrapped tightly around the strap for his gun. His head was throbbing, like someone drove a metal stake through it.
"Ugh..." He slowly stood up and slung the gun back onto his back.


Bubbles rose from XX3A's mouth. She was staring up through the pinkish liquid to the top of the pod. Her arms felt heavy but she reached for the top of the pod. Her fingers brushed the top, but she let her arm fall back to her side. She closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep, but her body wouldn't allow it. More bubbles rose, the extra air from her prosthetic breathing system leaving her lips. She watched the distorted shapes of labs workers scurrying around the other pods. She blinked twice and an interface appeared in front of her eyes. She set her body functions to a sleep-like state, trying to force herself to fall asleep.

[Falcon Red]

The crowd was formed up around him as Hermes blew fire up into the sky of the thought to be free people. He was coming to the end of his show where he did his specialty. Blowing one last spurt of fire from his mouth, the young man picked up his staff from the ground and lit the two ends and began to spin the pole in front of him. The staff spun like a propeller, the fire roaring, it raised a few claps from the crowd, but nothing spectacular. But the show was far from over.

Hermes raised his arms spinning i above his head and tossed it up and caught it, brought it to his waist and pushed it around catching with his other hand, jumped in the air in a sideways spin and began his martial arts practice with his staff. The audience was loud with applause, the sounds of coins clanking onto his coat. When he ended, his staff was extending at a downward angle going up his arm hiding behind his back. He took a bow and as he came up the crowd was dispersing.

Some members of the audience came up to shake his hand or pat him on the back or share a few laughs and express their favorite tricks. The brown haired blue eyed boy wearing a wife beater and black pants with a brown belt, pocketed all of the change and placed his black coat on and took a seat. Hermes had lived in Lowdine most of his life, and the warm climate didn't affect him much anymore expecially since he lived on the streets. He liked this part of town. He could sit in the square as people walked by and shopped, and at midday he'd start his performance which usually gave him enough to eat that day, on a good day he could buy a few supplied, but only what he needed.

After a few moments of rest, Hermes stood up taking hold of his staff. He slid it through a sash and put it around his chest. With his hands in his pockets, he walked to the liquor store. He was out of fuel for his performances, kerosene was to expensive, so he had to take what he could get, alcohol was more dangerous but it was affordable. he just needed a cheep bottle of vodka or something. Picking his poison, he paid for it and left to go get some food.

[CrimethinkRebel]

The wind was warm upon her olive skin, the breeze fresh and potent. Chocolate hues scanned the horizon, sunlight pouring over the world below, illuminating the hustle and bustle of Lowdine City. Adelia inhaled, savoring the taste of the air. It was tangy, thick and it made her feel human again. The recycled, sterilized and purified oxygen she was forced to breathe in the lab choked her. Every muscle in her body fought against it, knowing it was synthetic. Inside that prison, she was hollow, but out here she felt the Earth's pulse. It breathed her the same way she breathed it.

A soft roar of applause stole her attention, tugging on her neck until she spared a passing glance. It was the Flamer. Well, the fire dancer, or whatever he called himself. He often got positive reviews for his work in the open. Adelia herself was a fan and enjoyed watching his performances. This habit was so well developed, she was able to pick out the minor errors and various changes that inevitably occurred over time. It also so happened that her imagination was exponentially more active when she watched him. Her fantasies of casual interaction were allowed free reign. Why not? Nobody could see her from her perch above the city, and if they could, what would they do? Nothing, that's what. She was untouchable in every sense of the word.

His departure signaled her own need to migrate. There was work to be done. The lab gave her permission to roam the streets as long as she filled a weekly quota. They needed their toys to play with and she needed her illusion of freedom. So, clad in running shoes, loose cargo pants and a black tank that bared her midriff, she sprinted across the tops of buildings, gliding effortlessly through the air.

It was called parkour, her running style. Most simply assumed it was free-running, but the two have entirely different mindsets. Parkour was all about efficiency and self discipline. The goal was to get from A to B the fastest way possible. Not that anyone cared, that is. It was simply a detail she emphasized. How could she be a free-runner, after all? Her entire way of life was controlled and moderated.

[Partly Cloudy]

Nii found himself walking down the main street again, his stomach guiding him to a small fruit stand. He knew the people who owned it and quickly gave them a small "Hi."
"Nii, what's wrong?" The woman at the stand asked, "You look tired and pale."
"It's just the kidnappings...Every time I feel like I'm getting close to who's doing it, the authorities pull me back."
The woman handed Nii a bag of fruit, "They're trying to cover their own asses. They can't people snooping around, not with a war so close on the horizon."
"I suppose you're right." Nii said, "But why would they stop someone from finding out who kidnapping whole families?"
"Perhaps it's a terrorist group."
"Maybe..." Nii handed the woman a few American dollars. "Thanks Maria."
"No problem, Nii."
"I promise, I'll find your son."
Maria nodded as Nii walked down the street. As he walked, he pulled a pear from the bag and took a bite.