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 *After 1/4 of an hour his food comes. He smiles at the waiter* thank you. *he then goes to eat his food. Once he's finished he wipes his mouth with a napkin, a used napkin then puts it in his pocket. He then walks back out into the streets kicking a stone in between his feet* That was better than normal *he smirks to himself*

[FriendlyFern]

Rogue was waiting in a chilly, damp, and smelly alleyway. Suddenly to young men approach her,"You the guy...uh...girl? "
*Rogue hands them a heavy paper bag silently*
*the men hand her a wad of cash*
Rogue counted the money and then nodded her head in approval. She walked on down the road till she got to a little trail leading to a gathering of trees. In the middle was a makeshift tent. Rogue layed there and began to think until she dosed off.

[Keinai]

Azzi leaned against a brick wall, graffiti scrawled in all different colors across its surface. She was just killing time, really. She had done her errands, and the sun slowly dipped to the ground. She propped one foot against the wall and leaned back, her paws in the pockets of her pants.

Russell padded down a small street, his eyes to the ground. Sometimes he would raise his head, his ears perked forward, but he mostly kept his posture.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

*As Al walked, he spotted Azzi, but just ignored her coldly as he usually would with people*

[Crest Is Dead ((For Now))]

*crest takes out his notepad and checks his to do list* okay finished dinner *he ticks it off* next ammo refill *he begins to walk to the nearest gun shop in the city to refill his ammo*

[Keinai]

Azzi watched Al walk past her, feeling the tension in the air. She was unsure about his feelings towards her, she knew he was generally colder to outsiders, but they were part of Haven together, like family. She simply shrugged it off after he had left her sight and decided not to take it personally.

Russell spotted Crest a few paces in front of him, the gun and ammo store straight ahead. Russell  merged into the crowd so he was beside him. Russ never really talked to any other Haven members outside of their meetings, but he did like to see them once in a while during the day. "Hey, Crest," he started smoothly. "Heading to the gun shop?"

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*Crest looked at Russell and nodded* yeah just a quick restock. What are you doing at the moment? *he asks looking back towards his notebook*

[Keinai]

Russell shrugged. "Not much. Planning a bit for our meeting, but just getting some fresh air. I need to get some new shirts though, once I get paid this evening for fixing a roof."

[Crest Is Dead ((For Now))]

*Crest nodded as he put his pad away.* that's good. *he opens the door for the gun shop as he looks to Russel* You coming in? *he asks holding the door open*

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

*Al eventually stopped* Al: Azzi... That is your name... right...? *He slightly turned his head towards Azzi*

[FriendlyFern]

Rogue awoke from her nap about two hours later. The small patch of forest on the outskirts of the city was the perfect place to reside, however, she still had to fall asleep to the usual sounds of the city: yelling, sirens, horns honking, and an occasional gun shot. Rogue grabbed some money safely hid away in her tent and headed towards the city. She stopped in a diner to have a bite to eat. It wasn't the most sanitary place to eat, but she did live in the worst part of the city so it was better than most places there. She payed for her grilled cheese and ate it slowly, enjoying the savory melted cheese. It was the first bite to eat she had in a long time. As she ate Rogue thought about her friends and how they might be fairing on this chilly and dark night...

[Dubaku]

Name: Dubaku

Age: 23

Species: African Wild Dog

Gender: Male

Body Description: Brawny, fairly muscular upper body, religious tattoo sleeve on his right arm, on his back, he has a Fleur De Lis with "3rd Street" scripted under. Has "Angel" wings.

Personality, traits, mannerisms: He talks with an urban accent, is short tempered at times, vindictive, will always look for a way to get "even." Not entirely a trusting person. If he feels the family has been wronged by someone, he'll find a way to break those whom have wronged the family.

Backstory: Was a trusted lieutenant of the Saints, he ran his own branch in his city. When the Saints fell apart, he tried to take charge, but ended up messing with forces he couldn't control. Damn near his whole crew got erased, either by other gangs, the cops, or the private security team of a major corporation, his allies turned their backs on him for profit. His branch of the Saints suffered and yet he strived on, he was even granted what few lieutenants can dream of obtaining: The Wings of the Saints. Bulletproof, fireproof, able to withstand anything that anyone could throw at it, but, it was to no avail, he couldn't save his crew from going under. Ever since he joined this new canine crew, he's found new purpose in life.

Anything else: Annoyed that he has to modify his shirts to accommodate his wings.

[Crest Is Dead ((For Now))]

(( has this thread died because I really like it and the concept))

[Keinai]

(I'm sorry but it seems so. I don't really have any motivation to RP anymore but I may recycle this plot and use it when I have more confidence in my writing and free time. Once again I'm sorry. >-<)

[Crest Is Dead ((For Now))]

((Okay that's fine I guess. If you do use this plot again tell me please  ))