Mr. K Rebooted

Ooops, thought he went inside for some reason >.>

Rose
I went outside, gritting my teeth as I saw Max pay some chick. Probably for drugs. I had considered grabbing some for myself when I was inside, but this job required all senses ready and sharp. Walking up to the car, I glared at the chick and slid into the passenger's seat, trying my best to ignore the exchange.

Maxwell: I watch the chick stick out her tongue at Rose before shoving the money down her shirt. Great, Rose is in another bitchy mood. I roll my eyes and dig around in my pocket for a five. "Hey, buy some candy or something while you're at it." She nods and struts off. A few minutes later, she comes back with a whole bunch of bags.

Rose
I gritted my teeth again, sinking farther into the chair and looking out the passenger side window. I hated Maxwell. But I also loved him. No wonder he took every available opportunity to point out how stupid I am.

Maxwell: "Here." I toss her the candy as I wave the chick away. "I heard it combats bitchiness, although if that's true you'd need a whole truck load." Plus if she's eating and I'm high, it's less likely we'll get into another fight. They seem to be getting worse lately.

Should I start on Mr. Kite's plan for Jonas' daughter?

Sure

Rose
I reflexively caught the candy, and opened the colorful bag to look inside. Not a bad choice, actually. I got a piece and popped it in my mouth, savoring its sweetness.

Maxwell: I manage to pop a few pills in my mouth before Henderson and Maggie emerge from the tent. I climb out and open the door for them as the colors start to come alive. "Homeward, Maxwell," says Henderson. "We've got some rather interesting information to discuss."

Dr. Sphynx: "Oooh, who's this?" I feel the photo in my hand get snatched away. When I look up, Michelle's looking it over carefully. "Not a fan of her outfit, but she's a cute little thing. I never thought you'd go for a brunette though." I roll my eyes and reach for the photo. "It's a job," I murmur. "I'll say," she says with a grin. When I don't say anything, she hands it over and shoves my medical bag at me. "Have fun, but not too much." She winks. "I heard this one has to come back alive."

(What plan for Jonas' daughter?)

Mr. K's gonna have her brought to him and use her as a pawn to take down the rebels.

Dee Dee
I yawn and turn over to my stomach, watching the freaks and homeless on the streets below. The ledge doesn't scare me as I fold my legs back and hook my ankles, taking out a joint lazily. I dig in my pocket for my lighter. These things never light for me... I murmur a curse as the thing sparks a few times, finally drawing a flame. I puff, closing my lighter again. Maybe I should switch back to pain killers someday. If I fall from the roof catnapping I won't feel it so bad. Who the fuck knows...

Lyra
Hated going to the inner city. Never any good to come from it. Stupid job though, bloody hated it. But I put on a strong face every work day, heading down to that measly diner quickly. Always felt like I'd get robbed. Or if I come across a particularly crazy high person, raped. This is just me being paranoid though. Always so damn suspicious...

Kennedy
(ermmmmmmm...........creativity has died for now....)

Mathias: My voice is hoarse from yelling. I have to clear it three times before I can speak, and even then it still cracks. "Are you hungry?"
Myrah's still for awhile, but eventually she nods yes. As I pull up to a diner, I take off my hoodie and hand it to her. She's already got on a hat, a huge tee shirt, and a jacket, but it's better to be safe then sorry. We can't be more than a few blocks from the Cirque.

Adrianna
I weaved through the crowded streets, not exactly an easy task when you're about halfway drunk. As I walked, I kept an eye out for that funny little walrus that seemed to pop up when I've had one too many drinks. He wasn't bad company, especially since I was new to the area and hadn't made friends yet. Heck, sometimes I got drunk just to hear his little words for the wise. ...Wow, am I pathetic or what?

Lyra
I take a breath, crossing the street and jumping up onto the curb again, walking into the dreary little restaurant. I go to the back and put my coat on the rack, getting my apron from its peg and my notepad from my locker that I put my purse in. I glance at my wristwatch, blowing a stray piece of hair away as I walk back into the dinner.

Dr. Sphynx: "A drunkard," I murmur humorlessly. "It only makes sense." The evidently intoxicated girl trips through the crowded street just outside the bar window. She looks like him at any rate; I would've known who she was even without the picture. Crushing my cigarette between by index finger and thumb, I walk out the door and catch her by the collar of her shirt. "Mr. Kite would like to speak with you."

Myrah: I feel ridiculous in these clothes, but Mat's slipping out the door before I can protest. He doesn't even wait for me, although I guess I don't even deserve that right now. I bite my lip and look down at the hoodie before pulling it over my head. When I walk in, Mat's nodding me over to a table.

Adrianna
"Hey!" I yelped in surprise "Let me go, you..." my brain finally caught up with my mouth though, and my eyes widened "Mr Kite?! /The/ Mr Kite?!" Maybe it was the booze, or just the situation, but I was confused. What would Mr K want with ME?! Must be some sort of trick, or scam. I reached for my pepper spray

Lyra
I laze behind the counter, the place not busy at all. But what do I care? I'm being paid by the hour, and seven bucks is better than no bucks. Two come on and take a table, but I don't mind. I put on a light smile and get two menus, walking over and placing them on the table. "What would you two like to drink?" I ask them, getting out my pen.

Dr. Sphynx: I simply nod yes. There isn't another. She starts to reach for something and my grip tightens on her shirt. My nose twitches and I frown. Pepper spray? "If you touch that, I'm afraid I'll be forced to remove something you'll miss. You'll find I'm very good at that."

Adrianna
I let my arms fall to my sides, though I was friggen angry "How do I even know you're telling the truth?!" I demanded. But I couldn't quite feel fear, not yet, anyway.

Mathias: "Water," I mutter. I've never felt this damn exhausted before on my life. I let out a huge yawn and wait for Myrah to order. When she doesn't say anything, I look up only to see her face turning three shades of green.

Dr. Sphynx: She sure does talk a lot. I watch her face move with the sudden desire to sew her pretty little mouth shut. But Michelle's word's cone back to me and I shake it off. "You don't," I say in a voice that says "Its not like it matters."

Adrianna
I would have yelled out to passerbies if I had a prayer that any of them would help me... "You hurt me, and I swear I'll... I'll um..." Mr Walrus, this would be an amazing time to show up and give advice...

Mr. Walrus: "You'll..." The guy's waiting for her to finish. This doesn't look too good for her, so I crack open some soda and get to thinking. "Hm...have you tried kicking him in the balls yet?"

Adrinna
I kicked him sharply in the manhood, twisting my shirt out of his grasp and taking off, half running, half drunkenly stumbling, back into the thick crowd. I sent a mental thanks out to my favorite aquatic mammal.

Mr. Walrus: "I leave you for one day- a day!- and I come back to you getting molested by some druggie drug lord rapist kidnapper serial killer guy?!" I yell as I chase after her and fight my own worst enemy: excercise. It's not that I'm fat, I'm just fluffy. "I knew I should've retired! I could've been some nice show girl's hallucinations instead. But noooo, I just had to come meet this little fool instead!"

Dr. Sphynx: Thank god I was prepared for that. After the first job I did, I learned you have to wear certain "equipment" for these kinds of things. At any rate, she still gets away. Not that I'm too pissed about it; the chase is always the best part. I sling my medical bag over my shoulder and start whistling, taking my time following her. Even if she managed to get lost in the crowds, I can still sniff her out. The only question that remains now is whether I should use a scapel or needles.

Lyra
I look over to the girl and blink at her color. Usual around these parts I suppose; sort of used to it by now. "bathroom's in the back. Need help?". I ask, a little concerned. Wasn't always their fault. I like to blame it on the situation we've all been dealt and not the individual.