Rare Regrets {OPEN}

[~Kayla~]

It wasn't until this that Dwyn realized how all three of them had volatile tempers. With Flight's heated words Dwyn felt her temper rising and Ghost was already fuming. It sure made things interesting. But, at the moment, Dwyn wasn't worried about interesting. She was worried about the fact that it was obvious the two didn't like each other. A frown crosses her face.

At Flight's challenge Dwyn's lip curls into her signature sneer. It was obvious Flight was ready for a fight. The fact that she wasn't at all physically prepared for one, especially not with someone like Ghost, seemed not too matter. And then something else occurred to Dwyn. For once in her life, Dwyn was encouraging peace, not flaming the fire. Amazing what friends could do for a person. Too bad that in the process Dwyn was getting pissed herself.

Ghost's words were almost unheard. She does a double take, not believing that he was the one stepping down. She shoots him a thankful look, grateful for it. "At least one person here cares about what I think." Her thoughts are venomous, but calmer. Maybe she wouldn't have to use her new daggers after all, though she would've tried to avoid using those on her friends anyways.

"Chill Flight." She says, her voice demanding. Flight might have seniority over her age wise, but that'd never mattered to Dwyn anyways. Too both of them she says "Can you get along? At least keep your thoughts to yourselves till I can't know about them." She knew they'd get into it eventually but hopefully they knew she'd be pissed if she found out.

Oh, how she hated being the middle man.

[sadniss everdeen]

A low, whistling breath escapes me and I visibly relax, knowing that I don't actively want to piss Dwyn off. This should be a good reunion, not one filled with inflated egos and harsh words. Just by looking at him I can tell the arguement is far from over, but it'll be saved for another time. Preferably when the girl in question is far, far away.

An eyebrow arches as he mentions Jones.

"I haven't seen that boy in forever." I muse, rolling my eyes upwards to the sky in thought. "That mission... it was unbelievably brutal. Poor kid didn't come out the same." Just the thought of the beautiful, dying girl in my arms makes me frown; the rattling of her lungs as she struggles to suck in air and the huge gaping wound he created.

But I shake off the shadows the memory with slight difficulty and turn mistrusting eyes to him, studying further. Jones never mentioned anything about Ghost, but I've known of him through others for a while now. He's not the type of person I would willingly align myself with; but Dwyn trusts him, and that's good enough for me.

"Fine. But, why would you want to trust me? Are you hinting that we might be in each other's presence sometime in the future?" My lips curl up in mild disgust. "Because trust me, I don't want that as much as you do."

(OOC: Sorry it's so short.)

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

Ghost relaxed, inhaling hard. A bit too hard. Pain shot to his side wound that still hadn't healed all the way. The pain was major this time. The world started spinning and he started to see stars as his brain processed what was going on. He grimaced as more pain went to his wound when he exhaled. 

When the stars cleared from his head and the feeling of nausea was gone, he looked up at Flight. He had heard her speaking while he was under, but only caught part of it. 

"mission...unbelievably brutal...didn't come out...same." 

That was when she asked the question that he had been asking himself, even though Jones had trusted her. Why trust her? he thought as she spoke again. He looked at her to see if she was serious about being in each others presence at another time. She was disgusted at the very idea of it. 

Just like him. He mustered a smile at the thought of Flight and him together. He smiled because it wouldn't make any sense. He looked at the ground, and then back at her saying, "I trust you because Dwyn trusts you." he glanced at Dwyn and said, "Maybe a little too much."

That's when he heard it. The steady crunch of leaves under heavy boots, advancing towards them. Peacekeepers. He glanced at Flight, in the frail state she was, she would only probably be able to fight with his sword. He unsheathed it and set it, tip first, in front of Flight. 

He took "Scar" from his back and racked a round. He had learned how to shoot the assault rifle in only an hour during a fight. He looked at them both. One, he would do anything to keep her alive. The other, he just hoped that she was a capable fighter. "Peacekeepers. Get ready for a fight." Ghost said while putting the gun into semi-auto and bringing it up to his shoulder as the first keeper stepped into the clearing. 

[~Kayla~]

"Maybe it's a show of 'Who's Better." It was the only reason Dwyn could come up with for Ghost and Flight's little tiff. "Well isn't that nice?" A small smirk crosses her face at the thought. They made her feel selfishly important, like she was wanted. Which, apparently, she was. She runs the tip of her tongue over her lips at the remembrance of the kiss just a few minutes ago.

A small smile crosses Dwyn's face at the exchanged reasons of trust. She chooses to ignore Ghost's added comment, though she eyes his grimace of pain. She'd noticed the wound on his side, she just didn't know how bad it was. It was a shame really. She was the only one without recent battle scars. Showed how slow her life had been lately.

The crunching of leaves under heavy boots the same time it does Ghost. Instinctively she turns towards the sound, two knives out and ready. They weren't her new ones. Those were special, to be used only as a last resort. Out of the corner of her eye she notices Ghost offer Flight his sword. It was definitely a change from the tension in the air just before. And then he pulls out a gun. "That's new."

Suddenly PeaceKeepers are pouring into the clearing. "Well, fuck." Her first knife finds itself lodged into the chest of the first PeaceKeeper. He falls like a stone, the look of surprise still on his face. And then, with a brilliant smile, another knife flies through the air and sinks into the eye of a PeaceKeeper. "Eww."

[sadniss everdeen]

With a quiet scoff I swat away his offered sword, instead taking both of mine out of their holds. They whistle quietly through the air; long unused patterns coming back to me as if they had never left. Deep blue runes flash death in the sunlight as the thundering of boots draw closer - adrenaline begins to seep in through my veins. I'm going to have to keep them at a distance, until I'm back to full strength I'm no match at hand to hand combat.

"As if, I'll use my own."

Dwyn initiates combat, not that I'm surprised. An amused snort at the perpetual look of surprise on the first one's face as he goes down, but I resist the urge to massage my own ruined eye as her other knife sinks deep into his socket. Still, she pulls a grin out of me at her quiet 'eww'. "Forgot that eyes are goopy, chica?"

Though this time he wasn't as lucky as me; the Keeper sinks dead to the ground. The swords are flipped so I'm gripping the hilt, and instead of going in blades slashing I instead flit just out of reach, coming in to land a solid hit to one's temple. His eyes roll back and he falls, crumpling in an ungraceful heap.

At the unspoken question, I decide to elaborate. "I don't want to go back to jail for this when I just got out. I explain, stabbing deep into one's bicep. He howls, and a knee lands with a crunch to his jaw. Absently pulling my tongue along the warmed surface, I glance over to see how the wanderer's doing.

The weapon he has looks alot like the ones I've been seeing the Keeper's acquire recently, pounds of deadly material all grouped up in a single weapon. Some part of me thinks I should learn how to use a gun, but then the other part scoffs and asks where the hell I'd get the money to keep buying bullets. District Nine isn't the best place to walk around unnoticed with an assault rifle.

Seems trouble likes to follow us everywhere.

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[Anarchy is BACK!!]

Ghost gave an exasperated sigh as Flight hit his offered sword to the ground. That was when be noticed the two hilts protruding over her shoulders, like two extra bones that were supposed to become wings. He watched as they were unsheathed, beautiful blue runes carved into the steel of the two twin blades. 

He smiled at her comment and heard a thud as well as a sickening squelch behind him. That's when he heard a word come from Dwyn's mouth that he bought he would never hear. "Eww."

He grabbed his blade and resheathed it, grasping "Scar" tightly with both hands. He noticed Flight dispatch two other peacekeepers and look at him while another began to sneak up on her. He quickly aimed and fired. The weapon kicked back into his shoulder as the large round passed over Flight and impacted on the peacekeeper's head. 

The head exploded, sending chunks of burnt flesh and warm blood all over Flight. He turned and fired at one who was now in the clearing, shooting him in the stomach. The round impacted and the keeper flew backwards and landed on his head. Ghost could hear the sharp crack that meant the spinal chord has been severed. And to think that I was going to keep you alive... he thought as he moved from the peacekeeper. 

Ghost eyed the area and looked at the two companions. Dwyn was looking as beautiful as she had when he first met and Flight...Flight was just a mess. Her black hair was matted with blood from the peacekeeper he had shot near her and she looked as if she wanted more of it. No peacekeepers had shown up after those six. Ghost looked around before he confirmed this with, "I think that was the last of them." 

He immediately put his gun out of firing mode and ejected the clip that held his rounds. He went to each of the six keepers and reloaded the clip with two rounds. He then noticed something else that he had only heard about a few times before. A silencer. He grabbed it and made sure that it fit on the end of the barrel. He pocketed it and grabbed some extra clips for the gun that he was using and pocketed those as well. He then returned the weapon to his back and walked over to where Dwyn and Flight were. "Well...that was fun. What's next?"

[~Kayla~]

And she had to get that back?! Yuck. Dwyn would make it a point too keep her knives out of people's eyes from now on. For starters it reminded her of Flight's predicament and it was just gross. It was a goopy mess, all over her knife. It was a good thing she hadn't used the ones Ghost had given to her. She chose to ignore Flight's comment and instead watched her and Ghost work.

She was surprised at Flight's lack of killing. PeaceKeepers shouldn't be kept alive, because then they come back with vendettas. And that just makes them harder to kill. But then her question is answered and she glances at the two PeaceKeepers she's killed, the knives still embedded in them. "Oh well." A round of gun fire startles her and she flinches slightly and looks over, only to see guts all over Flight.

The sight is so disgusting Dwyn bursts out laughing. Out of the three of them Flight was the only one with any signs of a struggle. As Ghost sends another PeaceKeeper flying Dwyn unceremoniously retrieves her knives, having to step on the one PeaceKeepers chest so she could yank the knife out of his chest. She cleans the knives off before returning them to her belt, glancing at Flight again with a smirk.

What was next? Dwyn didn't honestly care, she was just along for the ride. But she wouldn't mind a drink... she felt cheated by the fact that she'd accidentally grabbed a bottle of some fake drink. And she hated to be cheated. So, with an innocent smirk she said "How about we go into town?" She slings an arm over Ghost's shoulder. "I'd come over there Flight but... you look like you stink."

[sadniss everdeen]

There is a crack of gunfire and moments later something sticky hits me in the face. Blinking, I look down just to discover that I'm now covered head to toe in crimson. It clings to my clothes and turns my hair into a scarlet mess. My hand slowly comes up and wipes the gunk from my eyes, flinging back strands that have stuck to my cheeks. Scowling now, I shoot a venomous glare in their direction when it's discovered that it's not just blood.

"Was that really needed?" I growl angrily, trying to wipe off the worst. It looks like I was put head first into a massacre. Bloody hell, no wonder I don't like this guy.

Mumbling to myself I shoot a wicked glare in their direction at Dwyn's words, scowling at their smug faces. Oh yeah? I recall our conversation a little while back when we spent the night once at a bar. "Wouldn't it be really creepy if I came at you with open arms and a smile?" A slow grin slides onto my face as I glance down at myself again, wandering over to the dead body and dropping down to throw myself on top of him. All the excess is transferred onto me and soon enough I find myself dripping red.

"Oh, Dwyn," I purr, flinging my arms open and letting a rather psychotic grin over my features. "I haven't seen you in a while. Come and give me a hug!" With that I lumber over to her, throwing my arms around her smaller frame and hugging her so hard I actually manage to lift her off the ground. A smirk and I take her lips with mine for a moment, noting with delight that when I pull back she's covered in blood and unmentionables.

In an exaggerated movement I pop a hip and place one hand on it, the other arm flung around her shoulders. "Now ain't that better?" Grinning up a storm I finally release her and begin to wander through the trees, beckoning at both parties to come.

The air is crisp as we finally reach the outskirts of town, the only thing of interest the old manhole that's been out of use. With a grunt I heave the lid off and am instantly assaulted by the familiar scent of drugs and booze. Perfect. Without a second thought, I slither quietly into the gloom.[/color]

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

Ghost laughs as Flight asks him if it was really necessary for her to be covered with peacekeeper guts. "If you wanted to be dead, it wouldn't have been necessary." he said as she assessed her condition. He turned to Dwyn, green eyes looking for some reason for going into the district. If they ended up in a bar, he would be dead on the spot. 

Unlike Dwyn and Flight, he had a freaking assault rifle strapped to his back. That was bound to be noticed by someone. Or they would recognize his face from wanted posters that he had seen all over the other districts. His body shuddered at the thought of being captured with all of his possessions taken away. 

He snaps out of his thoughts to see Flight, still covered in blood, go up to Dwyn and give her a tight squeeze. Dwyn's frame is covered immediately with blood and burnt gore and Ghost begins to laugh. Then something happens right in front of his eyes that he hoped he wouldn't witness. Flight kisses Dwyn on the lips with her bloodstained lips. Ghost glances down at his hunting knife in it's sheath and wishes he could just kill Flight right there. 

Instead, he walks over to a tree and sits at the base of it, hanging his head so that his bangs conceal his face covered with hate. Flight had seemingly stolen Dwyn from him in the three months that he was gone. The only girl he had loved was now different. 

Ghost didn't even look up as Flight beckoned for them to follow her. He glanced through his bangs at Dwyn, her blonde hair stained red with blood from Flight. He pulled out his knife and walked over to the two keepers that Flight had knocked out and slit their throats, sending blood up in a wide spray. He resheathed his knife and started to walk towards where Flight had disappeared and stopped next to Dwyn. 

"What happened to the mistrusting girl that I met three months ago Dwyn? What happened to her?" He turned and walked after Flight. It didn't take him long to find her near a manhole that smelled of alcohol and drugs.

[~Kayla~]

If Dwyn wasn't entirely above it, she would've squealed. This was what? The third outfit ruined by Flight? Every single time... And she was right. Flight, and now her, reeked of blood, burnt stuff and ick. But before Dwyn could react, Flight was kissing her on the lips and Ghost was suddenly pissed.

"Shit."

When Dwyn get's put down she wipes off what she can, grimacing at the taste. She hated the iron tinge that blood had. It just wasn't her thing. The clothes were ruined, a fact she noticed with resignation. As she worked she glanced at Ghost. It was plain to see what he thought of the whole situation. A sigh escapes her as he slits the throats of Flight's two PeaceKeepers.

She's about to follow Flight when Ghost stops beside her. His words spark a strange fury in her. She easily keeps pace with him as she responds. "She's still here! And she's still yours, I'm still yours! Flight has a girlfriend you know, someone who's not me. She's just my friend, the one that I had when you were gone." Her words are icy, conveying the truth.

And then, to drive the point home, she stops in front of Ghost, her blue eyes still furious. Her lips meet his for a few seconds and then she's gone, down the manhole. Her first instinct is to head to a table selling liquor. This time she carefully checks the bottle to make sure it's what she wants. She picks whiskey and has a gulp before flicking the money to the outraged owner. Then she turns and looks for her companions, blatantly ignoring all the disgusted expressions thrown her way.

((ooc-ooh, that was really bad. Sorry.))

[sadniss everdeen]

A smirk crawls onto my face as I hear them arguing behind me, a small sliver of dark satisfaction. Seems I'm going to have more fun than I thought testing his limits. The argument that I have a girlfriend is entirely true, yet it never seems to work on jealous competition.

Competition? We're not competing. Point. Still, it's fun to see him get steadily more pissed until it looks like he's about to cave my head in.

Dwyn, no surprise, heads for the booze table. The repulsed glares that people send our way make me grin, showing bloodstained teeth. They blanch and look away, growing more acquainted with their weapon holsters. First thing I do is wander down a few paces, passing stands on the way. Spying something I like I brush past and swipe it off the rack. With various bits of clothing in my possession I sneak down an alleyway and strip, ignoring the stoned hollars I receive.

"Slow down, baby! It's coming off too fast! I flick them the finger over my shoulder and shrug into the new clothing. A quick stare in the mirror shows that without a proper bath there no way I'm getting this crap out of my hair, so instead I just wander back to where my not-so-willing companions mill about.

The bottle of clear liquid is calling me, so I slap down three quarters of its worth on the table. One of the barmen start to protest, but I fix him with a steely glare and he quickly shuts up without a fuss. Unscrewing the lid and taking a deep swig, I crinkle my nose and remove it from my lips. "What is this shit?"

Somewhat imperiously, the bartenders stare at me in mild distaste. "It's vodka."

"This isn't vodka, this is dog piss." He tries to protest again, but I silence him. "Either you dumbasses have diluted it or you've been cheated. Which is it?" They don't answer. As casually as one would sit down I smash the bottle against the counter, sending shards and liquid everywhere. Nonchalantly I grip the front of his shirt and hold the dripping handle to his throat.

His eyes go wide and he weakly struggles, but I press the tip to his skin. "I want a real drink, not some shit that you try to pass off as booze." Nodding profusely he reaches back and grabs one of the more expensive bottles, handing it to me with slightly shaking hands. With a grunt I shove him backwards, and everybody else goes back to their own business. Just another day in the Sewers.

I've really missed this place.

[Anarchy is BACK!!]

Ghost flinches at the icy words that come out of Dwyn's mouth. It was the truth that he had been gone and he couldn't be her only friend... but why Flight? He had decided to apologize and was about to speak when Dwyn spun around and mashed her lips to his. She pulled back and disappeared down the manhole without a word leaving Ghost unmoving with his mouth still partially open for the apology. 

Ghost shook his head vigorously to snap out of his trance. That kiss had caught him unprepared and had driven the point home that Dwyn was still his. He smiled and jumped down into the manhole. The space he landed in was surprisingly large for a sewer and seemed to be a lot like the Hob in his old district. 

The first person he spotted was Flight. She had her back to him and many male voices could be heard calling for her. He decided to cameo his voice and throw it off to the side to make it think another person had yelled. He changed his accent a bit and threw his voice behind her saying, "Slow down, baby! It's coming off too fast!" 

He returned his voice to normal and walked around until he spotted the still blood soaked Dwyn. She was at the liquor table drinking some real alcohol this time. Ghost searched for a while before he found a metal bucket of clear water. He ignored the looks that the others gave him. To them, he was foreign. He snuck up behind Dwyn and, taking the bucket, dumped a little of the water onto her hair. 

Most of the blood washed out and some of the gore came off as well, but it wasn't enough for him. He kept dribbling the water onto her head until it was mostly clean of dead stuff and put the bucket on the ground. 

Ghost heard a shattering glass and looked over to the bar. He wasn't surprised with what he saw. Flight held a broken bottle of cheap drink up to the bartender's neck. He turned away and walked through the booths. 

He started towards one when his left arm was grabbed from behind and pushed up along his back. The first thing Ghost did was on instinct. He grabbed his knife with his right hand, spun it so that the blade was facing down, and stabbed it into the leg of his assailant. The person howled and decreased pressure on his left arm. He pulled out and faced the person in one motion. 

He surveyed the woman who had attacked him. She seemed to be in her mid twenties. She was beautiful but had the air of danger that Ghost had come to recognize around her. She was trouble. It was confirmed when her sleeve slipped up for an instant revealing the symbol of...

Shit!

The design of panel was unmistakeable. Tattooed on her arm with permanent ink that said she was a spy. He instantly ran like hell to find Dwyn and Flight. When he came upon Dwyn again, she was still in the same place. He reached her and spoke quickly, "We've got to go. Now. Get Flight."

[~Kayla~]

The bottle of whiskey was gone all too quickly, leaving Dwyn with just a slight burning in her throat. She slammed the empty bottle on the table, receiving a vicious glare from the barman. A grin is shot back, and coupled with her bloody appearance, it shut the barman up and he decided to ignore Dwyn completely. A chuckle escapes her, though it's silenced by the cold water.

She gives Ghost a questioning look. "What? You don't like me looking like this?" Her words a just a bit slurred, a result of the whiskey. Then there's a crash and she turns to see Flight threatening some poor soul and Ghost wanders off again. "Well then."

Dwyn turns her attention back to the liquor table and buys another bottle of whiskey, before walking over too Flight. Her steps are slightly off, her thoughts hazy and buzzed. She sniffs Flight's new bottle, a slight frown creasing her face. "You shouldn't be drinking. You barely just got out of prison." Her look is reproachful as she takes a drink from her bottle.

And then Flight is boring so Dwyn wanders back to where she was, glaring at everyone who bumped into her. The bottle of whiskey is empty once again and this time she just sighs, dropping it on the floor. The glass shatters all over the dirty stone. Ghost's voice startles her with it's urgency and she goes after Flight again, towing Ghost after her. "Apparently we have to leave."

Dwyn heads for the exit then, not knowing what she was running from. It was apparent that whatever it was had Ghost worried so she went with it, cursing at the people in her way. She soon reaches the manhole and starts climbing, the sober part of her surprised when she makes it to the top. She stands by the side of the porthole, waiting for Flight and Ghost.

A sharp pain stabs in her arm and she wheels about, coming face to face with a PeaceKeeper. "What was that for?!" Suddenly her world is more hazy then before and she falls, unconcious, into the PeaceKeepers arms. One last, sober thought enters her mind. "It was a trap."

((ooc- Right. So I'll be gone till next Thursday. I figured that this was the best way to poof for the week. Do what you want with Dwyn, just don't kill her. haha I'll be back!))

[sadniss everdeen]

(Gah, I'm really really sorry for the delay. My muse simply... died. I'll post tomorrow, I swear.)

[sadniss everdeen]

There is shouting and I'm mildly confused as to what for, as I let the bartender slide to the ground. Booze runs down my arm to create a sticky trail as I brandish the broken bottle in front of me, unsure about what I should be hitting. A glimpse of blond hair and I tail after, slashing away with my glass once I see the telltale sign of weapons being unsheathed. The bar is in chaos, people shoving and yelling and so much blood everywhere. A girl with a strange tattoo on her arm is talking rapid-fire into a walkie talkie, but is ignored as I streak past in an attempt to catch up to Dwyn.

People are bewildered as we burst out of the dirty bar, bloody and filthy and clearly in a rush. Others from the place run after us; shouting in rage and in some foreign language I don't understand. Dwyn begins to climb the manhole and I glance around, searching for Ghost. I don't find him - not that I can complain. He doesn't really click with me.

Her figure disappears up the bright hole in the sky just as I'm clubbed over the head with something heavy. Stumbling, I hit the wall and wheel around to peg the attacker in the face, bloodstained teeth bared in annoyance. He has dark skin and a flat face, with eyes turned into slight slits and a shock of jet black hair. The same tattoo shifts ominously on his skin, bizarre lines making the picture shimmer in the ethereal glow. Frowning now I don't hesitate to fight dirty, burying my nails in his scalp and pulling at the strands. He howls in pain and I silence him with another palm pressed flat against his wind-pipe. "Who're you?" I mutter, words slightly slurred from the pounding in the back of my skull. Arrogent sneer.

"It doesn't matter, bitch. You're too late for your friend."

Accent is thick and his words slightly incomprehendible, but the meaning is clear. Upon instinct I glance up at the man-hole just in time to see the smaller girl's frame falling, crumpling into the waiting arms of a man in a white coat. Angrily, a fist impacts his neck and there is a snap, he goes down writhing and clutching at his airway. Without hesitation I bound upwards and climb steadily up the ladder, only slowing down when I reach the top so that the clanging of soles on metal doesn't reach his ears.

"We have his girlfriend. Tell him it's been successful."

For a moment my blood runs cold, just to be replaced with a surge of white-hot anger so fierce it almost makes me loose purchase of the beams. Screeching in rage I leap out from the depths, reaching for the weapon holstered at his side. Ignoring the stinging pain as his panicked arm grazes my shoulder I level the strange device at him, and shoot.

Now, it should be known I've never fired a gun. So caught up in my fury this thought didn't register until the energy hit him in the leg - a stun shock? - and the device flew out of my hand from recoil. It skitters far away and I waste no time in gathering the unconscious Dwyn in my arms. No doubt there will be more of them. I grab his earpiece so I can listen to them and attach the little bud to the shell of my ear.

Hey, now I'm actually hearing things that are real. Rolling my eyes at myself I'm about to start running but after a moment's deliberation I step back and grind my heel into his cheekbone. There is a delicious crunch and I give a feral grin of satisfaction before sprinting off in the direction of the trees. There's no inkling of an idea as to where I'm going, but one thing is certain.

I have to stay away from Ghost.

(OOC: I'm really really sorry for the delay. Perhaps this twist shall make up for that?)