Zee - Successful Escape: Again

[Relairah]

OoC: Alright, anyone can join in if they wish it. If you want to know more about these people go here: shinkou.proboards20.com/index.cgi?board=citythor&action=display&thread=1134257241&page=1

Kaoru and I have decided to continue the plot in this here new thread as it died on the other one. So, everyone put on your roleplay caps and have a blast!

All was quiet... at least in this part of the city. Thor... the great
city mostly inhabited by the wilder people of the human
civilization near the lands of Shinkou Ookami. The city lights were
always lit, and it wasn't hard to be murdered, robbed, raped, or
anything else in this city. Most of the time, the city was loud, in a
clamor and a rush. Cops were almost always about, scouting for
trouble-makers and keeping eyes on those that were quite
popular. Two right at that point were on every cops list in the
area. They were hot-shot rave dancers, who were more than
mere human beings. Some knew. Some did not, but eventually
they all found it out, if these two decided it should be so...

Hard breathing could be heard as one might turn a corner onto a
long alley way. A few streets away, there was still noise of sirens
and people talking. On a rooftop, a few buildings away, would be
seen a rather large group of people, mostly cops, that were
gradually moving back down toward the ground. It was a
commotion, everyone lost and confused for in but an instant,
suddenly the two that had caused this whole mess had
disappeared, and no one knew where or how. Cops were yelling
orders to find the two, and others were simply carrying out what
they were told to do. Yet, back to the ways away, the hard
breathing stopped, and the sound of a fist hitting the wall rather
angrily was sent into the air.

A tall young woman was leaning against the old, brick wall of a
mostly abandoned building. She pushed black shades up as they
fell slightly, and wiped her arm across her forehead as she was
quite sweaty. "Damnit! [grrr]in' son o' a bitch!" She pushed
foward, so that she was no longer standing against the wall, and
she turned toward a figure that was beside her. As she did so,
golden chains that were about her neck clinked, and a red garnet
that had fallen out of her black tank-top in her running before
glimmered slightly. "Th' hell ar' w' go'n' do no'?!" she said, nearly
shouting. She flicked her head slightly, thick, black curls falling
behind her back. She didn't care to pull up her medium length
hair at this point, and she impatiently waited on Rave to say
something.

Rave, her companion from when she was only eleven, and the
only one she ever would trust with anything. Though they could
not be seen through her shades, her red-orange eyes were lit
afire. Her fists were clenched at her sides, and she looked as
though she were about to start beating up on Rave, though she
wasn't. Large hoops dangled from her ears, and even though
this alley was rather dark, the street lights only a few feet from it
caught the engraved golden band that was on her arm. One
thought had already passed her mind, 'Mayb' Rave wa' righ'.
Mayb' w' shou'd lea'e th' city.' However, she did not say this
aloud to the person standing before her.

She folded her arms across her chest, letting out a frustrated
sigh. It always ended up like this, so it was nothing new to her.
But... just before had been a very close one. They'd been in
worse situations before, however what had just happened was
up there with them. There were more people involved than she
had expected, or had wanted, and because of that they had had
too many close calls for deaths. "Tha' bitch..." she muttered
under her breath. She was pissed, firstly at Dober the doberman-
policedog, and secondly at Monet, the drug-girl who just had
to pass out in the middle of the road. Of course, she hadn't
been the complete cause of everything, but even so... she hadn't
helped at all.

It wouldn't be long until she and Rave were discovered, even
with their escape they had just pulled off. How they had, was a
secret all in its own, one that only she and Rave knew. Any place
they went right now would be bogged down with cops, looking
for them... especially any dance clubs of sorts. But, all of this was
quite far from over. She thought of one thing briefly... in all of
this, she enjoyed it, despite how pissed off she could get. Her life
would never be boring, that was for sure.

[Felypsa]

A man in his mid-thirties drummed his fingers on his steering wheel, letting out a sigh as he sat at a red light. Life was so boring, especially after that fiasco at the top of the marble building. Gage had been arrested, but he had managed to convince his captors that he had been forcefully kidnapped by the giant ant, and that if he had resisted his head would have been torn cleanly off his shoulders. There were several witnesses nearby who had interpreted his participation in the event as one of captive, not as ally, so the police let him go. He was informed that he would be called in to testify if they ever caught the criminals, and was told to notify authorities immediately if he ever saw the ant, its human counterpart, or either of the two rave-dancers ever again.

Gage hadn’t seen what had become of Khalid—for a giant ant or a hairless girl, she was very good at being inconspicuous—but he had seen the two fugitives. They were good at hiding, too, very good. But taxi drivers are invisible to the world, and they notice things that other people didn’t. Gage took his cab and drove past this old abandoned building several times until he was sure. Yup, those two were in there. He wondered if he should help them, or if his interference would cause them to be captured. What if the cops were watching him? With this paranoid thought, he checked around him for a tell-tale cop car, but there was none. All the cops were on the building and around the immediate vicinity, looking for the criminals.

Gage didn’t even know what these people had done to be so hunted. He was a little curious, but really, he was just looking for the spice in his life to continue. This was too exciting for him to give up, this life on the edge. Helping criminals without actually being one. The thrill of rebellion. He grinned and moved his taxi alongside the curb next to the abandoned building. He didn’t honk, but he sat there as if expecting someone. Hopefully they’d notice. Maybe he could transport the fugitives to a safer place.

Khalid had somehow managed to get out of that ugly scrape without killing anyone. She had probably broken many bones, tossing cops here and there, but she hadn’t killed anybody, which was an incredible feat considering how many cops there had been. An even greater miracle was the fact that she had clothes. Well, some of them. She had her trenchcoat, sandals, and cap, but nothing else. Her first priority was to get some more clothes. Which meant going to her apartment unseen.

She was being hunted, she knew. And when the police came, they would come with lots of firepower and manpower. She was a giant ant, after all; it took a lot to subdue her. But she was in human form now. Hence the necessity of clothes.

Her options were grim. Until tonight, her human form had never been seen by authoritites. Some pockets of the city knew of a criminal who was a human-sized ant, but no one had connected her with the ant. Till now. Which meant she was in trouble. And unlike her fellow fugitives whom she’d been trying to help, she was not so attached to the city to not consider fleeing it altogether. But first, clothes.

Her apartment was too far away. If only Gage had been there with his taxi! But Khalid had seen Gage arrested, which was really too bad. Suddenly, Khalid saw a clothing shop down the street. A thought struck her. She was in so much trouble tonight, why not one more crime?

She turned ant. She did not change in size, but she changed in formidability. Her skin hardened to a reddish-black armor-like exoskeleton, she grew an extra pair of legs, and her mouth melted into mandibles. Quickly, the transformation was complete. She picked up the clothes she did have in her mouthparts and hurried down the deserted street.

The clothing shop was closed, but that was no hindrance for Khalid. She backed up and ran for the glass door, crashing through it without getting harmed. Broken glass was no match for her hard exoskeleton. She rummaged around the shop until she found an outfit her size, then left as quickly as she had come. No one would have known if it hadn’t been for the broken door.

Khalid then ducked into an alleyway and, human once again, changed into her new clothes. They were a little tight, but otherwise fitting. Setting her newsboy cap on her bald head, she resumed a leisurely walk away from the scene of the crime.

It was all very neat. But was she, in reality, being watched?

[Aveilthé]

"Agh, calm yourself," said Rave from the dark corner of the alleyway.
He was stooped over, one hand on the steel wall of a tall building.
"That," he breathed, "was some craaazy shit." A broad grin
danced across his dark features, but quickly discontinued as the
sound of an obnoxious honk reached his ears. "Oooh snap,
Zee, I think they're here, let's... Oh, it's just that wierdo, the
ant-girl's friend. Th' hell is his fatass doin' down here?"

With that being said, he proceeded to approach the car, though
with caution. If this was a trap, Rave would be ready. Once he
halted before the cab and opened the front car door and peered
inside, he drew out a small gun from the inside of his dark jacket
and pointed it at the taxi cab driver's head.

"Just a precaution," Rave smirked. "I wanna know what your ass
is doin' down here."

[Relairah]

Her attention was turned briefly toward Rave at his telling her to
calm down... he was right but she didn't calm down all too easily
anyway. She grinned in agreement about all of that being crazy
shit, although was also snapped to attention at the sound of the
honking. She moved from against the wall once again, reaching
for her pistols, in case she needed them, yet stopped half-way
when Rave mentioned it was only the crazy weirdo. She watched
silently for a moment when Rave moved toward the cab-driver,
then followed.

She could easily see she didn't need to draw her pistols as Rave
was ahead of her. She stepped up on the other side of the car,
giving the driver no escape. She bent slightly to look into the car,
as she was quite tall as was and was also wearing boots on top
of that. A smirk had grown onto her own face as she waited to
see what the driver's reaction would be... and another thought
crossed her mind: if this guy was here, where was the ant-girl?

[Felypsa]

Gage didn’t flinch with Rave’s threat—his “precaution.” He’d lived in the city all his life, and as a result had a gun in his face more times than he could remember. Gage calmly said, “Relax, y’re so uptight. I’m just a cabbie pickin’ up a coupla passengers. Fact, I’m in such a jolly mood that I’m ready to give my passengers a free ride anywhere they’s like, free of charge.” He nodded conspiratorially. Maybe Rave and Zee would get the gist.

“I dunno, maybe my passengers’d rather sit here shiverin’ with no place to go,” Gage added. “In which case, I dun have to stick ’round much longer. Jus’ thought I could give my passengers some wheels. ’Twon’t be long before the cops get here. I seen ’em spreadin’ out, and they’ll find my passengers fore we know it. So it’s yer choice.” He shrugged again, staring at Rave past the gunpoint in his face.

Khalid suddenly noticed a taxicab parked alongside the curb up ahead of her. She thought wistfully, If only that were my cabbie…I’d be home-free. But no; she knew that Gage’s taxi had exploded in the huge fiasco on the highway. And Gage himself had been arrested on the roof of the marble building. She didn’t dare get another cabbie involved, either…she wouldn’t trust anyone else.

Suddenly, a shot rang out. ((Haha, cliché.)) Khalid bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming. Her knees buckled and she fell down on the pavement. Someone had shot her—in the shoulder. She let out a gasp. She had been followed, she had been found…and deemed too dangerous to live. But Khalid was not dead. Not yet.

She began to transform, but then another shot was fired. The bullet grazed her arm. She gasped again and grabbed it with her other hand, cradling it. She continued the transformation, but because she was in such pain, it took longer than usual. Armor, she thought fuzzily, I just need that armor.

When the third bullet was shot, Khalid had just enough of an exoskeleton to render it useless. But that was all she could get done. She collapsed on the street, a human girl covered with a hard black substance and with two little antennae-stubs sticking out of her head.

Gage heard the shots, closer than he expected. He jerked his head and said to the fugitives, “Hurry up and decide! Stay or go!” Who was shooting, and who got shot? he wondered, hoping it wasn’t Khalid.