The new law: Women are illegal. What do the women do? They fight back.

Ambrosia - I flinched a little at the man's voice.

Bryanna: "Know what? I think I'll stay outside and kill some randoms. Better than sleeping under your roof." I yell to her, since I'm far away.
I turn back in a hurry, running, searching for my old home.

Ambrosia - I look between the house and the girl I was hanging out with and ran after the girl. "Hey! Wait up." I say.

Bryanna: I looked at her running with a smile.
"So, you picked me over hairless. Flattering." I say, and I mean it.

Ambrosia - "I can't let you be alone," I tell her, "the other girl has her butler."

Bryanna: I nod. "We know where to find her again."

Ambrosia - "Yes, are you serious about invading the kingdom?" I ask her.

Mary Ann:

She cuts off my hair and I'm in the wrong. Fuck it, it's their loss. I turn around and pull my hood over my head, tying up my trench coat to my midriff shirt. The guns help bulk me up some so now I don't look quite as girly. When I finally come to the hotel, I lean against the wall and look inside. The Broadbend Hotel, the most high tech hotel there is. Perfectly easy to manipulate. I touch my earring again. "Is the Steve dummy in?" "Yes, Miss Margaret. Everything is in place." I walk in an head staraight for the elevator where a tall blonde guy is waiting. He continues reading his newspaper when I push in the tenth floor, but when the doors close, he fizzles out. A hologram. "Jeeves! I'm home!" I call as I walk into my room, tossing my coat on a metal figure that almost resembled a guy. After a moment, the arms move to hang my coat up in the closet. "Welcome home, Miss Margaret," he says.

... Can I make a character in this?

Sure.

Name: Annabel Lynn
Age: 15
Eyes: Dark green
Hair: Red
Body: Medium build, with curves.
Personality: Full of soul. Music, poetry, passion
Bio: Her mother was killed by her father, but as she died she managed to kill him, to, before he could kill Anna. Became a singer by trade and passion, single handedly raising her younger brother. As long as she keeps smiling, the drunks and other men she proforms for won't report her.
Picture (if you have one):
Other Info: Great singing voice with lots of range, plays guitar, usually pretty calm.

(Cool. My person's in her hotel room that she hacked into with her robot (major tech head.) You could get into some trouble and she could come by to help.)

She's kinda like a firey version of Sadie

Annabel
Heavy footsteps resonated behind me, and I quickly turned around. A man, studying me. I had worn a form hiding overcoat, but when I turned around he picked up on the fear in my feminine eyes, and drew his gun. Before seeing if it was a tranq, or a real one, I took off down the hotel hall.

(good?)

(Hehe. Mary Ann's like Aro's not as bitchy horny younger sister.)

Mary Ann:
I prop my feet up on the coffee table and start chugging down a beer when Jeeves (the robot) moves in front of the tv. "It seems as though there is an issue, Miss Margaret," he says as the screen flashes an changes to the hotel cameras. I burp and wipe my mouth with my hand. "Damn, don't tell me that's another one?" I ask. "I'm afraid so, Miss Margaret." I lean back on the couch and flick my earring. The room suddenly goes dark and I go to get my trench coat.

Annabel
Crap, crap, CRAP. The first bullet nearly skimmed my side, so much for making sure not to harm civilians. I shot down another hallway, hoping it doubled back to my room, where my brother was. Dead end.

Mary Ann:
(Oh yea, and she's really bug on guns.)

I flip my hood over my head and button up my coat. "Jeeves, get the holograms ready," I say as I touch my earring. When the doors open, I start going running in the direction I last saw the girl. Let's see....down this hallway, around the corner, and- "Hey," I call as I put down my hood. Jeeves should have full control of the cameras now. "She doesn't look like a lot of fun. If you want a good time, why not come hang out with me?" I wink, my toothpick flicking mischeviously.

Annabel
Whoa... I hadn't seen another girl in months. And that time didn't end so well. Backing up, I tore off a metal part of the ice machine, whacking him over the head with it as he turned to the sound of the other girl's voice. "Thanks" I commented shakily "That was a close one"

Mary Ann:

"Damn man, I came down here for nothing," I say as I rub my neck. "I at least thought I'd be able to shoot something. I've been achin' to kill something all day." I turn back around and get ready to leave. "Well, have a nice life, kid."

Annabel
"So you're just going to... leave, just like that?!" I ask, then sigh as I glance down at my watch "I have a show in ten minutes anyway. Do you live somewhere close?" It would be nice to know where another person like me lived

Mary Ann:
I sigh. I guess it wouldn't be too bad to tell her... Although I might wanna get an escape plan ready just in case. "The only room on the top floor," I say. "It's rented out to this dude named Steve McGregor- y'know, like in the Queen song?Although I made up the last name. He's like my alter ego." Then something hits me and I turn around. "Wait, what do you mean by have a show? You didn't seem like the stripper type."

Annabel
Hm that was interesting, I filed the information away for later "No, singing" I smile "old time rock n roll and stuff. Classic rock."

Gabe and Jude?!

brb

(Oh shizz, I forgot about that! Can you repost and then I'll come respond!)

Mary Ann:
I blink. They actually let her do that? And somehow I doubted that she was really giving anything up if you catch my drift. "Oh, so then you know the song. Another one bites the dust?" Wait, why am I even having this conversation? Although something tells menthe government doesn't know about her career. Just in case she decides to try something, I always got stuff on her.

Bryanna:
I can't sleep, again. I'm haunted by nightmares.
Well, who isn't these days, really?
I turn over and see Ambrosia, sound asleep in my tiny hut. It's quite pathetic.
I get up, deciding to go for a real hunt.
Twenty minutes later I'm cooking a male deer over a big fire, unable to contain hunger.

Annabel
I didn't quite trust this girl, she looked like she was looking for blackmail; not an ally, but I cleared my throat "Steve walks warily down the street with the brim pulled way down low, ain't no sound but the sound of his feet, machine gun's ready to go. Are you ready? Hey, are you ready for this? Are you hanging on the edge of your seat? Out of the doorway the bullets rip to the sound of the beat, Yeah...you mean that one?"