Horrid

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Clem is gonna start doing gang shit after the skip, so bring it on.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Clementine Mercer

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The movement of the crowd was now readily apparent to Clem as she stumbled out into the open and toward an alleyway down the street from the L.A. Center for Humans. Sat in the alleyway was her salvation. Silver and shining dimly as it reflected the light from her entrance into the alley. So mysterious and alluring in its solitude, she felt herself being willed towards it. She couldn't stop herself, as her stomach pulled her forward toward this argent anomaly before her. She reached out her hand, quick but sluggish as time seemed to slow around her. Its surface was cool. Smooth.

With a clatter, she lifted the lid off of the trash can and promptly threw up. So much blood, so many dead in that center. It was sickening, it was barbaric. She could feel her insides churning and gurgling as she horked up the remainder of the strawberry smoothie she has been nursing earlier. A deluge of pink goop, thrown into the open trashcan as she lifted herself from the trash, and put the lid back on in disgust. At both what she had seen, and herself. A gloopy chunk of pink froth clung to her pristine white hair, like the aftermath of a bubblegum bubble-bath. The acrid smell was going to take ages to come out. The images of the dead were never going to, on the other hand.

Those people. They may have been misguided and bigoted, but they were still people. No one deserved to have their fate decided for them like that. Clementine mused to herself as she rubbed at her rumbling stomach, now empty and burning as was her throat. She spat pink and red onto the floor of the alley and swiped at her phone with one hand, as the other shook itself clean of leftover smoothie and stomach acid. Those people were just people, and the fact that they were attacked like that only meant that no one was safe, and that something was stirring up. Clementine had to protect herself. To find a safe haven, and protect herself but she's just a girl, what could she do besides buy a gun?

She paused for a second, before starting to tap away on her phone. She knew of a way to protect herself, but she would need some help. And some money.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Clementine Mercer (aka Miss Silk)

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A few days ago.

The lights illuminating the band's corner of the venue went down. With a slow breath, Clementine cleared her mind and stilled her beating heart. Stay calm and composed, you're not just a singer, you're an icon. Or rather, you could be one day. In the dark, she turned her back to the audience. One, two, three, four. The spotlight above her head snapped into life, and she felt the heat upon her pale skin. With a quick turn, she sent the skirt of her elegant red gown whirling. The band behind her started up again in earnest as the song she was performing reached its finale. With one quick, confident movement she brought the microphone to her shining red, plump lips and let the music flow through her.

"Fill my heart with song," Her voice rang out, rich and powerful. This was her moment. The big finish. The last hurrah. The soulful solo. She had to, no, she NEEDED to nail this. Just like every other time. She needed to be perfect in her execution. With a step forward, her leg parted her dress at the slit in the side, and drew a few wolf-whistles from the crowd. The compliments were appreciated. They helped her to stay sure of herself. With another step, her expensive red pump clacked onto the floor as she made her way down the steps from the band's platform.

"Let me sing for-ever more," Yes. All she wanted was to sing. Sing for the rich, for the poor, for the young and for the old. Let her sing. Let her been heard and be seen. For as long as she lives, however long that is. Her steps grew faster as she spun again to send her dress into a twist around her hips. Careful now, she told herself, a fall could ruin the entire show. Her spin stopped at a table close to the stage, as she bent down to grab at the tie of one of the more familiar patrons to her shows. With a soft tug, she almost begged her way through the next line.

"You are all I long for, all I worship... and adore," With that line, she could feel the man's spine tingle and his skin raise like goose-flesh. She had drawn them in, and now was the time to gobble them up. To leave an impression and make them her public. Fans are made with performance, not with prestige. A final tug on the man's tie before she went sauntering off past another male patron, dragging her delicate finger along the curvature of his jawline. All these motions and actions and interactions, all tricks of the trade, taught to her and practiced over and over again. Just as always she skirted the neck with her nail, and just as always the poor sap leaned into it.

"In other words, please be truuuuuuueeee," She smiled as she had practiced before, soft but seductive. Rich red lips parting to reveal her pearly white teeth, she locked eyes with several members of the audience as she made her way back up to the band's platform. The band was having its fun too, even as the spotlight was following her. They were striking up, reaching crescendo as she strode over to sit atop the grand piano. In any other moment, Clementine would have told you that she was a simple girl, but right now, she felt like a god-damned diva.

"In other words, in other wooorrrrrrds," Her voice powered on, clear as she turned on her behind to lay on her back atop the piano. Her eyes searched the crowd, as she arched her back and kicked a leg up in the air. Her skirt fell slightly and drew another series of cat-calls and wolf-whistles. Just as she wanted, as she needed. Because now was her time. She had them baited, hooked and now all she had was pull them in for the kill.

"I."

She sat up slow, rising chest first as her platinum blonde, almost-white hair tumbled from her head like a flurry of fresh snow. She continued the performance with a crossing of her legs.

"Looooove."

She lifted her arm slowly, pointing out to the crowd as all the spotlights pointed at her. The piano hit its final few notes as she brought her finger to her lip and playfully dragged down on it. With a wink at her audience, she almost giggled through the final word, but managed to nail it.

"You~."

The lights cut out on her form as the venue erupted into applause. The dimmer lights came back up as the band stood or sat, giving out their respective thanks in the form of bows, nods or in Clementine's case, blowing kisses and curtsying. She was made for the stage, for the big lights, and it was moments like this that made her feel that was truest.

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Present day.

"Miss Silk and the Soft Sons, everyone!" The earphones connected to her smartphone blared into her ears, calling her and her bandmates by their stage moniker. The name made her smile. Miss Silk. Picked for her by a friend. It matched how she held herself. How she thought about that side of herself. So soft and beautiful. So lush and lovely. Always dressed to the nines and keeping all eyes on her. If only she could be Miss Silk all the time.

Clementine looked down at herself and sighed. Her attire now was... less than fabulous. Grey track-pants, black hi-top sneakers, a maroon tank-top and one of her MANY oversized jackets. She looked slightly like she had fallen out of the rubbish heap, as she waited on the sidewalk for her friend to text her back. Her phone's camera revealed what she really looked like as she turned it to the front-facing camera. No makeup, dark bags under her eyes, cheeks slightly sunken and her features were a touch too sharp for her liking. Ugh. At least her skin was clear. Nice and smooth. She had spent too long working on it for her not to have AT LEAST that.

With a sigh, she put her phone away and looked over to the landscape. Los Angeles. The setting sun colored the sky a lovely blend purple, blue, red and orange. All pollution and refracted light, but the beauty of it was entrancing in its own way. She had always loved sunsets. Almost as much as she loved the stage.

One this she DIDN'T like was the barging and shifting that came with a crowd moving past her with such frantic manner, just as the crowd was now doing coming from the direction of the L.A. Center for Humans. This would have slipped beneath her notice as a minor annoyance, had the gunfire not started roaring. That held her attention and soon after, had her moving with the crowd as something compelled her forward. Now, don't get her wrong, she was not the type to discriminate, but she had lived in Metahuman central for long enough to know that there was always trouble a-brewing somewhere and it usually involved either them or those that hated them. Humans like her were just not made to tussle with gods made man, like the Metas were. The crowd surged in response to the action, and she followed suit, both wanting to not get shot and wanting to have and excuse to be away from the blasted sidewalk she was told to wait at.

But what could be waiting for her within the crowd that she waded through? And why did she feel as if something was pushing her, aside from the frightened folk around her, and urging her to keep moving with the herd?

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

It's going to be like, a past event flashback deal, so anyone could say that they saw her perform too, if they want. In the present she'll be getting stuck in with the current events.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

What is the local bar/hangout called? I just need a name for the place that Clem is performing at.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

HORRID'S BASTARD GALLERY

Clementine Mercer

Name: Clementine Mercer.
Alias(s): Miss Silk. (Performance Name). No current super alias.
Age: 27.
Affiliations: Freelancer.
Factions: Independant/Civilians.
Description: Clementine stands at 5'1", her growth stunted by her sickness earlier in life. Her skin is smooth and pale, almost devoid of colour but also devoid of blemishes. She weighs 62kg and overall is a rather well-shaped young woman, with an slight hourglass shape to her figure. Her hair was straw blonde once, like her father's, but it's colour has faded over her years spent inside and in medical care. She now sports straight platinum hair, falling all the way down to the small of her back. Clementine's face is slightly angular and slightly gaunt, but she has looked worse. With her button nose, full lips, tired blue eyes and a little bit of makeup, she can turn herself into quite the presentable showgirl.

When out and about, her attire is rather standard for a young woman. Dresses, skirts or jeans with sweaters or large jackets. She seems partial to boots and high-top sneakers. But when she's on stage, she takes inspiration from figures like Jessica Lake, Vikki Dougan and even Jessica Rabbit. Backless dresses, slit dresses and other tight-fitting little numbers of all sorts made of sparkling or shiny material. Reds, blues, blacks, whites and every other colour under the sun.

When 'Silver' is able to manifest, it appears as a skintight suit of living metal, decorated with bulbs of blue that look similar to insectoid compound eyes. Her face becomes featureless like a ski-mask, and her eyes are covered by a visor of that same blue.

Powers:
Project Anastasios - "Silver" - High-Tech Symbiotic Exoskeleton
Within Clementine is a second organism, a symbiotic organism. A fusion of technology and biological matter. It is sentient, but not sapient. Not intelligent enough to reason or think for itself, so it delegates that to Clementine. It appears usually when she bleeds, as an animated mass of bubbling mercury-like liquid dotted with bulbs of blue, like eyes.

The presence of such an organism within her body has enhanced Clementine's physical attributes to a point. Currently she is only mildly better than a normal human, able to open tricky pickle jars and run fast enough to catch the bus on a good day.

Her first ability (relatively undiscovered to her), is the ability to consume many things to then be re-purposed by the symbiote. Be it raw meat, normal food, dirt or metal. If she can have the time to absorb it, she might be able to use it. The key is that this requires time, depending on the size of the object in question. Time spent devouring increases exponentially as soon as the object cannot fit inside her mouth. This ability seems to have strange interactions with other technological constructs, if the symbiote attempts to remember the object devoured and replicate it. As a side effect, she can physically eat almost anything.

Her survivalist strength lies in the symbiote's ability to rebuild new tissue for Clementine's body. Wounds can be regenerated in minutes or hours, depending on severity, but she must find a place to hole up and stay still as well as needing to have eaten enough to produce the biomass necessary to regenerate. It may require a good night's sleep, or even a few days worth of sleep in a row before she is back in functioning form.

A final ability, that she has not even witnessed yet, is the ability for the symbiote to manifest upon her skin like an additional dermis layer. Currently having 'Silver' deployed equates to wearing a full-body stab vest. Only able to stop certain things like small shrapnel pieces and maybe a knife. Once she has consumed enough matter, maybe it might be possible to form something of a protective shell or a suit of armor. How the symbiote utilizes the objects she has devoured then could be either beneficial or detrimental. Replication and utilization is both a tiring act and requires that the object be devoured beforehand at some point.

Skills: Fantastic singer and general vocal performer, incredible willpower.
Equipment: A studio apartment, a beat-up Mini Cooper and a whole lot of expensive clothing.
Ranking: Currently D Rank. Potential to grow.

Brief History: When Clementine was born, she was a sickly thing. Born with a then-unexplained autoimmune disease, Clementine was birthed and then shortly abandoned by her mother, to be raised by her father, Augustus Mercer. Augustus was the head of a small private medical research facility, trying to concoct the next big breakthrough in modern medicine. He was a troubled man caught up in his work and his research and over the years as Clementine has grown, he has tried his best to be a father, but with his work occupying him all hours of the day, this was difficult.

As Clementine's life went into her finishing elementary school, her health began to decline. She became familiar with the staff of her local hospital, as visits to the facility were not an uncommon occurrence. Visits became more frequent when she entered her freshman year of high school, with multiple overnight stays impacting both her grades and her emotional wellbeing. During this time, her father became increasingly frantic and afraid. This strengthened his resolve to finish his group's research, that had been culminating over the years before Clementine's birth.

Project Anastasios. The result of years of research on the non-senescence and morphallaxical ability of the Hydra organism. The goal was to be able to create a sort of living medicine. An organism capable of engaging in a symbiotic relationship with a sick host, and improve the host's health through the biological advantage taken from the 'immortal' Hydra organisms. On paper, the idea worked like a dream. But when cleared for, and tested on live subjects, the results observed were... less than ideal. Live test subject would expire shortly after being introduced to the Anastasios organism, autopsies revealing that the introduction of foreign tissue lead to the body attacking itself.

Test upon test, failure upon failure. Augustus grew madder and madder as Clementine's health declined, wasting her away to almost nothing. It was on that hospital bed, where Clementine laid wrapped in sheets and hooked up to all manner of machines, that her father admitted his fault. His failure to be the parent she needed. He told her that his work had been for her, but he had failed her. She regarded his apology, but did not respond. The sickness had weakened her to the point that she could no longer resent him. She was so tired. So very tired.

Then he brought that canister from beneath his clothing. That black container, filled with the strange silver liquid. He rambled that he'd make her all better, that he'd take care of her just like he should have, but she was already fading. All she heard was the sound of the canister hissing as it opened, and the liquid rolled out. As if it wanted to get out.

She woke the next day, feeling the coldest she had ever felt. Ever since then her health has improved drastically. Stronger, faster, more awake, more aware. More alive. That was a while ago. A long while ago. Since then she's finished her schooling, taken up and finished singing lessons. Now she entertains in smoky bars and jazz clubs. Her relationship with her father has suffered but it hasn't fazed her too badly. She's been getting stronger and living easier lately. Almost as if something within her was pushing her forward, keeping her moving. She just wants to sing, to entertain, maybe even become a star, but lately she's been finding herself getting closer and closer to the things that happen in the backalleys and dark places. The dealing and agreements that go on in the dead of night.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

A bit rushed but here is Clementine for consideration.

Clementine Mercer

Name: Clementine Mercer.
Alias(s): Ms. Silk. (Performance Name). No current super alias.
Age: 27.
Affiliations: Freelancer.
Factions: Independant/Civilians.
Description: Clementine stands at 5'1", her growth stunted by her sickness earlier in life. Her skin is smooth and pale, almost devoid of colour but also devoid of blemishes. She weighs 62kg and overall is a rather well-shaped young woman, with an slight hourglass shape to her figure. Her hair was straw blonde once, like her father's, but it's colour has faded over her years spent in medical care. She now sports straight platinum hair, falling all the way down to the small of her back. Clementine's face is slightly angular and slightly gaunt, but she has looked worse. With her button nose, full lips, tired blue eyes and a little bit of makeup, she can turn herself into quite the presentable showgirl. 

When out and about, her attire is rather standard for a young woman. Dresses, skirts or jeans with sweaters or large jackets. She seems partial to boots and high-top sneakers. But when she's on stage, she takes inspiration from figures like Jessica Lake, Vikki Dougan and even Jessica Rabbit. Backless dresses, slit dresses and other tight-fitting little numbers of all sorts made of sparkling or shiny material. Reds, blues, blacks, whites and every other colour under the sun. 

When 'Silver' is able to manifest, it appears as a skintight suit of living metal, decorated with bulbs of red that look similar to insectoid compound eyes. Her face becomes featureless like a ski-mask, and her eyes are covered by a visor of that same red. 

Powers:
Project Anastasios - "Silver" - High-Tech Symbiotic Exoskeleton
Within Clementine is a second organism, a symbiotic organism. A fusion of technology and biological matter. It is sentient, but not sapient. Not intelligent enough to reason or think for itself, so it delegates that to Clementine. It appears usually when she bleeds, as an animated mass of bubbling mercury-like liquid dotted with bulbs of red, like eyes.

The presence of such an organism within her body has enhanced Clementine's physical attributes to a point. Currently she is only mildly better than a normal human, able to open tricky pickle jars and run fast enough to  catch the bus on a good day.

Her first ability (relatively undiscovered to her), is the ability to consume many things to then be re-purposed by the symbiote. Be it raw meat, normal food, dirt or metal. If she can have the time to absorb it, she might be able to use it. The key is that this requires time, depending on the size of the object in question. Time spent devouring increases exponentially as soon as the object cannot fit inside her mouth. This ability seems to have strange interactions with other technological constructs, if the symbiote attempts to remember the object devoured and replicate it. As a side effect, she can physically eat almost anything. 

Her survivalist strength lies in the symbiote's ability to rebuild new tissue for Clementine's body. Wounds can be regenerated in minutes or hours, depending on severity, but she must find a place to hole up and stay still as well as needing to have eaten enough to produce the biomass necessary to regenerate. It may require a good night's sleep, or even a few days worth of sleep in a row before she is back in functioning form.

A final ability, that she has not even witnessed yet, is the ability for the symbiote to manifest upon her skin like an additional dermis layer. Currently having 'Silver' deployed equates to wearing a full-body stab vest. Only able to stop certain things like small shrapnel pieces and maybe a knife. Once she has consumed enough matter, maybe it might be possible to form something of a protective shell or a suit of armor. How the symbiote utilizes the objects she has devoured then could be either beneficial or detrimental. Replication and utilization is both a tiring act and requires that the object be devoured beforehand at some point.

Skills: Fantastic singer, incredible willpower.
Equipment: A studio apartment, a beat-up Mini Cooper and a whole lot of expensive clothing.
Ranking: Currently D Rank. Potential to grow.

Brief History: When Clementine was born, she was a sickly thing. Born with a then-unexplained autoimmune disease, Clementine was birthed and then shortly abandoned by her mother, to be raised by her father, Augustus Mercer. Augustus was the head of a small private medical research facility, trying to concoct the next big breakthrough in modern medicine. He was a troubled man caught up in his work and his research and over the years as Clementine has grown, he has tried his best to be a father, but with his work occupying him all hours of the day, this was difficult.

As Clementine's life went into her finishing elementary school, her health began to decline. She became familiar with the staff of her local hospital, as visits to the facility were not an uncommon occurrence. Visits became more frequent when she entered her freshman year of high school, with multiple overnight stays impacting both her grades and her emotional wellbeing. During this time, her father became increasingly frantic and afraid. This strengthened his resolve to finish his group's research, that had been culminating over the years before Clementine's birth.

Project Anastasios. The result of years of research on the non-senescence and morphallaxical ability of the Hydra organism. The goal was to be able to create a sort of living medicine. An organism capable of engaging in a symbiotic relationship with a sick host, and improve the host's health through the biological advantage taken from the 'immortal' Hydra organisms. On paper, the idea worked like a dream. But when cleared for, and tested on live subjects, the results observed were... less than ideal. Live test subject would expire shortly after being introduced to the Anastasios organism, autopsies revealing that the introduction of foreign tissue lead to the body attacking itself.

Test upon test, failure upon failure. Augustus grew madder and madder as Clementine's health declined, wasting her away to almost nothing. It was on that hospital bed, where Clementine laid wrapped in sheets and hooked up to all manner of machines, that her father admitted his fault. His failure to be the parent she needed. He told her that his work had been for her, but he had failed her. She regarded his apology, but did not respond. The sickness had weakened her to the point that she could no longer resent him. She was so tired. So very tired.

Then he brought that canister from beneath his clothing. That black container, filled with the strange silver liquid. He rambled that he'd make her all better, that he'd take care of her just like he should have, but she was already fading. All she heard was the sound of the canister hissing as it opened, and the liquid rolled out. As if it wanted to get out.

She woke the next day, feeling the coldest she had ever felt. Ever since then her health has improved drastically. Stronger, faster, more awake, more aware. More alive. That was a while ago. A long while ago. Since then she's finished her schooling, taken up and finished singing lessons. Now she entertains in smoky bars and jazz clubs. Her relationship with her father has suffered but it hasn't fazed her too badly. She's been getting stronger and living easier lately. Almost as if something within her was pushing her forward, keeping her moving. She just wants to sing, to entertain, maybe even become a star, but lately she's been finding herself getting closer and closer to the things that happen in the backalleys and dark places. The dealing and agreements that go on in the dead of night.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

This open to all that are interested? I'd like something a bit more relaxed to get into.

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

@Valhalla

Sure thang, homie. Do you.

Verthaven: A Bloody Paradise [Completed]

Jin Saito

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"I don't give a shit if you need more time, you said you'd be ready to go by now." Jin scratched at his bare chest as he growled into his phone's mouthpiece. His flip-flops stung his heels as they slapped him again and again, during his walk off the beach and onto the boardwalk. His skin stung beneath the gaze of the sun, making his frustration just that much easier to bubble up and over as he held the phone to his ear. The voice on the other end was stoic, attempting to placate him with its deep rumbling of, "Yeah yeah, I know. I know, but getting in contact with the right people isn't exactly easy as you'd think." He had to lift his sunglasses and rub at the bridge of his nose after that one, scrunching his nose up as he furrowed his brow. You ask someone to do one little thing, just get in touch with one small-time crime operation, but no. If you want something done you have to do it yourself, and THAT was something that Jin was never a fan of.

"Yeah. Alright. Hang on, dude." Jin interjected, crouching down to remove his shirt from his backpack and don it. A simple white shirt, mostly likely designer. At this point he didn't take notice, as he brought the phone back to his ear. "Alright, since you're being such a little bitch about it, tell whoever it is, whenever you grab them, that I'll meet them in person. We'll discuss division of labor with the rest of the crew at the next meet-up." The other end of the call sighed at him, in disappointment or resignation, he couldn't tell. It made Jin grind his teeth. That is until he witnessed the commotion on the boardwalk. Over before it had even started, bike on the floor and the air growing a bit colder around him, Jin could only lower his shades and look on as the perpetrators dispersed. His eyes strained in the sun as he felt his head beginning to pain him once more.

It almost distracted him from the voice still on the other side of the line. "Alright. I'll get in touch with someone. Get us a job. Something." The voice said, sounding equal parts tired and ashamed. Jin grinned as he scratched at his bald dome of a head beneath his hat. "Good. This could be the beginning of something great, man. You never know." The corners of Jin's mouth crawled up into a sly smirk as he went to pick up his backpack once more. "You handle that for now. As for me, I've got a little engagement with an open bar and a live band. Maybe some smokin' mamasitas with margheritas, if y'know what I'm sayin'. Peace." The voice rumbled to confirm, still sounding none too amused by his compatriots antics, but all the same he complied. "Yeah. You have fun, J. Peace."

Jin was already hanging up, too engrossed in getting a move on before NEST arrived on the sandy shores of the Isabella Isle to ruin everyone's vibe. With a swipe on his phone, he brought up the bar's location and set out, flip-flops still slapping upon his heels as he strolled.

"Party time, party time."

---

Jin Saito & Naomi Blanco

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8:12PM.
Outside Calm Sands Remedial Massage Clinic, Bazaar Riviera.

Jin picked himself up from the gutter with a groan, trying to scrape his phone from the asphalt of the road. Laughter was bubbling up from his stomach in small bursts, echoing down the slowly emptying street. Pedestrians have him unsure gazes as he stepped forward with unsure steps, one foot in-front of the other and each slightly further to one side. Each step grew wider and wilder, before he had to stop and set himself of the correct path once more, giggling the entire time. He briefly wondered if drinking all of those free fruity drinks was the best decision, but the thought passed as he adjusted his hat to find his head wasn't sore, but swimming. Where were his shades? His hand rubbed the side of his face where the bruise was rising on his cheek. He struggled to remember how he got it, was it against some furniture or did he start mouthing off again?

It didn't matter, his head was about to start hurting in a whole new way. Under the streetlight, just a few yards ahead of him, was stood his company for the remainder of the night. Naomi, in all her full-cheeked, scowling glory. The grinding of her teeth was almost audibly as she picked out Jin from the shadows and made a quick advance. Her jacket looked nice, grey denim and black leather sleeves. Or was that pleather? Fuck, it looked nice. Gotta get one of those. Like, maybe order one online or something, who knows.

"J, where the fuck have you been? You got any idea what time it is?" She snapped at him. It took a moment for her speech to register for him. He was too distracted by the jacket.

"Wuh? Nohms! Oh, Iwasatafunction. Y'know, live music 'n' shit. Shit wus tight." He wiped at his jaw and flipped out his phone. The light of the screen burned at his vision slightly, and the numbers waved before him. Someone had messaged him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I've been out here for ages, freezing my ass off!" She paused a moment to sniff around him, grabbing onto his shirt to inspect closer. She quickly pushed him away with a look of disgust. "Have you seriously been drinking? Its Sunday!" She poked at his shoulder with her talon-like finger and went on to berate him further. "You left me standing here for like an hour because you wanted to get one last shot in? ¡Qué putada! I can't believe you! I said 7! That means on the dot!" Naomi drove the statement home by pounding her fist into her open palm. Boy was she steaming tonight.

Jin, however, was still looking at his phone. He had been listening, partially, and he showed that with his interjection of, "Bro, itslikenotevencold." The words tumbled out of his mouth in a heap as he leaned against the front window of the clinic. Giggling as he slid down the glass and sat on the sidewalk, attempting to read the message he had just received. Shit, its too blurry. Too wavy. Jin flipped the case of his phone closed defeatedly. The message might have been super funny too. With a lazy turn of his head, he stared half-lidded at the cross-armed, fuming female standing beside him. She raised one of her hands into an angry flourish as she spoke again. "You know what. Uggghh. I'm lucky shit is quiet tonight. I'll be mad at you later. Can you just whisk me home like you said?"

"Yeahofcourseman. Just," He stopped for a moment to burp, waving it away as he continued, "Just help me up 'nd we're off."

She complied, but not without rolling her eyes. Her grip was firm but soft. A lot like her personality. Jin made light of this and received a quick jab to the shoulder in reply. Up and ready, Naomi tapped her foot as he attempted to get his bearings once again. Fuck, everything was spinning and his body felt really warm. Almost stiflingly so. He looked to Naomi for a moment, silently regarding her with a lazy smile. She flailed for a moment. "Well? Are you gonna fuckin' do the thing?"

Jin shook his head and furrowed his brow, confused. "The thing?" He continued to shake his head as he shrugged. "I don't-"

She made a wavy gesture and hissed at him. "The zoop-zoomin' freaky shit!"

"How... how far is y'place?" He slurred, walking over to lean on the streetlight slightly. "Uh. Like over in Knightdale, you know that." Naomi said with an incredulous expression. Jin was already shaking his head by the time she spoke up. That was too far. Way too far. He placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her softly, taking note of how nice her jacket was again. His head was getting heavy, and his stomach felt like there was a stone in it. Disgusting. Where were his shoes? He knew he had shoes before meeting up with Naomi. That didn't matter right now.

"Dudetha'swaytoofar. We're walkin'." His words were a jumble as he waved her over, despite her being right next to him. "Comeonletsgo. We walk."

Naomi huffed and began to protest, but gave up. There was no point when he was like this. Together they began to amble down the street, one straight and stiff, the other wobbling to and fro. Both too occupied with their respective worries to notice the shadowy pair of individuals encroaching on them from the dark of a nearby alleyway. Jin threw an arm around Naomi's shoulders, smiling wide as he pinched at her clothing in a distinctively Xzhibit-like fashion. "Yo. Yo yo yo, man. Where'dyougetthisjacket? Shis's nice."

Naomi picked his arm off of her shoulder with a sigh, elbowing him in the ribs with the other arm. "You bought it for me, dickwad."

"Oh. F'real? Shit, why'd I give it to yo-" Was all that Jin managed to get out, as he felt the sharp, quick blow to the back of his head and fell to the sidewalk. Naomi's screams lasted but a second before they too were silenced. A hypodermic delivery of tranquilizer darkened her day very quickly, and a few minutes of struggle passed before she went limp in the arms of her captor. The figures took little time in picking up the girl and beginning to slink back into shadows with her in tow. With a series of grunts, they stopped short of the light and one gestured toward's Jin's prone form. The voice was heavily vocoded as they spoke, "What about that one?"

The other shadow shook its head, pulling Naomi's limp form on into the dark. "Nah. Just some drunk. Leave him for the cops."