◊Shiiduo◊
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"Losing an illusion makes you wiser than finding a truth."
† The city of Chicago was bustling with people, merchants shouted their wares and street performers danced in choreographed styles of raw emotion as each tried to out do the other. From men in suits to small children skipping down the street, the people of this city moved en masse as they went on with their boring mundane lives. Whores and Drug dealers could be spotted loitering in dark alleyways and Police walked with purpose as their eyes scanned their surrounding area, causing the lowlifes of the city to look away or draw back into the shadows.
This city, a glowing hot spot, is located in northern Illinois at the south western tip of Lake Michigan. Rich men could afford the housing districts along the lakeside and their buildings stood tall and pristine in the center of the city, in mocking salute to a better life for those below. Most, it seemed, got there not by honesty and hard work but by having the right connections. With unwavering lights the city sits on the St. Lawrence Seaway continental divide at the site of the Chicago Portage, an ancient trade route connecting the Mississippi River and the Great Lakes watersheds. As such it is no wonder that the city held some of the most dangerous criminals to date, their petty squabbling with each other escalating to a full out gang war that lasted years. The normal people of the city tried to ignore the news reports of gunfire and death and more often then naught they would turn a blind eye to anyone who screamed for help from the depths of dark allies.
The normals kept to the brightly lit main streets while those with strength stalked the shadows. Shiiduo spared a grin at that thought as he sat perched in one of the seven junk yards located about the city near the harbor. The yards near the water always held the best stuff and while Shiiduo despised dirt and germs for the most part he could handle getting dirty when it meant discovering treasures thrown away so precariously. With the light of the day fading he quickly stuffed all his new toys on the back of his bike and placed his helmet, which had once been a small tv, onto his head. Making sure everything was in place Shiiduo kicked his bike into gear and nodded proudly at the near silent engine as he took off at reckless speeds towards the warehouse district where an underground bunker kept the Sydicates in moderate comfort and hidden from the public eye †
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† It didn't take him long to get home, having obviously not obeyed any traffic laws and had taken alley ways and back streets, and he didn't waste time by stopping and passing through the wrought iron gates which bared his way. Instead he took his normal rout which was a conveniently paced dumpster near the fence which he used to propel his bike into the air and land smack dab in the middle of a group of large vicious dogs. The dogs where on him in seconds tearing him off the bike and onto the ground where they converged upon him, teeth gleaming and saliva dripping onto the pavement. Swearing silently, Shiiduo tried to fend off the tongues that kept licking him with excitement and tried to push the dogs off him annoyed that they had managed to get him disgustingly disheveled where his sprint to the junk yards had failed to do so. Reaching into his pocket Shiiduo's hand landed on a small palm sized keyboard and tapped in a few commands which caused the small Tv he wore as a helmet to light up and a deafening sound of several voices swearing blared from it's speakers scattering the dogs.
Huffing in annoyance Shiiduo, killed the screen and proceeded to put away his bike, silently mulling over the dogs behavior towards him. When he had first joined the Syndicates he had been wary of the dogs, for he had seen them tear apart trespassers more often then once, and they where often then not ill tempered and vicious. But for some strange reason when Shiiduo had been forced to enter their area they had sort of adopted him. It was weird, he didn't even like animals yet they always saw fit to slobber all over him. His scowl hidden by the Tv on his head Shiiduo lifted the box full of his new toys and headed towards the stairs that lead underground, purposely avoiding the elevators and leaving the dogs whiningly dejectedly behind him. †
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† He made it to his room uninterrupted and set the box down on the floor where he then proceeded to empty and categorize it. Each piece being thoroughly disinfected before dried and placed around his room in and organized fashion. When he was done the box itself was cleaned and deposited into his closet. Shiiduo then proceeded to undress, throwing different garments into different hampers which lined his wall before grabbing a giant white towel and making his way to the bathroom for a much needed shower, uncaring that he walked there completely nude or that his helmet, now placed on the bed, reflected his naked backside as he left the room.
Exactly ten minutes later he walked out, his hair damp and disheveled, as steam billowed out of the shared bath behind him. His skin was pink and scrubbed clean and his wet feet tapped lightly on the floor. He didn't worry about getting his feet dirty for he cleaned and waxed the floor from his room to his bath every day since he moved in and such could be seen when comparing his floor to others, the path completely different colors from the rest. It wasn't often used by others either for he had requested a room deep within the bunker and most often people stuck to the top floors in fear of getting stuck deep within the earth. According to the records he had dug up about the place such an incident had only happened once, way before he was born and he discarded the event from happening again. If it did though Shiiduo had several escape plans ready with emergency packs hidden all throughout the base. It was merely a simple matter of putting them to use.
After he was cleaned and dressed Shiiduo grabbed his helmet and an old laptop screen which he had just found and energetically bolted up the stairs to the cafeteria/dining room/kitchen area where a brightly lit table met him. Placing both items on the table Shiiduo pulled a small tool kit from his pocket and got to work on his helmet. WHen he had found the small TV Shiiduo had tried to get images to appear on the screen while he wore it, but due to the size of the TV's electronics he found it hard pressed to wear it comfortably while keeping the tv operational. This is why the laptop screen was such a find. THe electronics in the screen would give him the room he needed for his head while also responding the the keypad controls that would fit into his pocket. Having been only able to get the screen to flash or the speakers to work so far Shiiduo was determined to make the screen imaging work. He stayed hunched over his new project as the sky outside darkened with the oncoming evening...
Location: Syndicate HQ
Action: Ignoring food for his new toy. †
"We are all spirits clad in veils..."