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Traci blinked and stood up straight immediately. How terrible of her, to be observed dawdling by a customer! Minor embarrassment crossed her expression, and then she was off.

"All right, well, I mean, I'm not terribly busy," she stuttered. "But yeah...I should be going..."

When she was back in the kitchen again, she inwardly chastised herself. Her daring outgoing self had quickly retreated once again, and she could only think how silly she must've sounded.

Then, she was being silly making such a big deal out of it. And with that thought, Traci allowed a bit of resentment to creep back in. She was feeling friendly today, but this girl wasn't taking it too receptively.

She went back to her job, and the incident didn't bother her quite so much as she was swept up in her happy, friendly waitress attitude.

Three rebuilt tables later, Fiasco checks his watch to find two hours as slipped right by. He wordlessly packs his tools and nods to the elderly couple on his way out the door. There are other places to be right now. He places his tools into the back of his car and locks the trunk with a turn of a key. He smiles grimly at the task ahead as he climbs into the drivers seat. His mind focusing as he turns the key and the engine starts. He leaves the parking lot behind. It's also where he leaves any trace of normalcy, for little does he know that this evening will take a turn for the weird, and it's only going to get stranger as the night progresses. He drives past the conveinence store he stopped at earlier and spies a handful of vagrants inside. Four to be precise. His breathing in check, he parks his car just past the store and walks non chalantly to the alley. ~Picking them off onon by one appears to be the best strategy, but far be it for me to tell you what to do.~ Fiasco squinted his eyes, "Far be it?" he says rather angrily, "And what is it exactly tou've been doing all day? How did you even know they would be here?" The voice smiled, well, at least Fiasco felt it smile. ~I've done nothing but suggest action. I've told you to DO nothing. Would you not have hunted them down anyway? I've merely made your life that much easier.~ Furious at himself for listening to this voice, but not wanting to let his chance at delivering these gangbangers as per his promise, he could do nothing but wait. And wait he did.

Name:Ryu Kosaka
Username:Clara33
Age:17
Appearance:Ryu
Personality:Ryu's an emo. She doesn't try to deny it;it's a fact. She hates talking to people, and hides inside herself. She loves to sing, and that seems to be the only thing keeping her alive. Her voice is so soothing that you just seem to lose yourself. She draws amazingly as well, and writes tantalizing poems. However, those are private;by the time you saw one, you'd be killed by her. She can only solve her problems with violence, it seems. Her GPA is a 4.0. It has to be; her mother won't accept anything except an A+. Ryu's scared she'll be kicked out onto the streets.
Bio:Ryu had a good 3 years of her life, and it all went downhill from there. She's the middle child in a family of 5, not counting the parents. Her real parents were killed in an assault. The children were at school at the time, and were not hurt. However, they were sent to an orphanage that didn't take good care of children. At the age of 7, Ryu was forced to work at a factory. If she didn't, she wouldn't be allowed to eat. In an accident with a machine, one of Ryu's fingers is slightly smaller than it should be. The bone couldn't be put back together correctly, so the finger bones in her right pointer finger overlap. When she was adopted at age 10, along with her siblings, she was taken by two child abusers. Thanks to them, she sleeps in the attic. In a bucket of nails. Then, Ryu started junior high at age 11. Her GPA can't drop below 4.0, or she'll be kicked out onto the streets.
Other Facts:Ryu's name is Japanese for dragon. Although Ryu isn't Asian, she was born and raised in Japan. She can feel the ebb of others minds. She can't read them, she can hear a tune. You could say she's psychic. Her favorite animals are lizards.

As Fiasco watched the store in silence, one figure emerged drinking a slushee. Woe is him, for he was recognized imediately. The man looked away from Fiasco as he got out of his car and made his way to the alley. Two seconds passed as he walked briskly, hands in his pockets, toward the ganger. Wrapping his right hand around his roll of quarters, he grabbed the hapless mook by his shirt with his less occupied hand, whipping him around and tossing him into the alley. One second later, he landed his first real blow directly into the mans face, breaking his nose. Blood splatterd the ground as the man's volatile words escaped his mouth. Two seconds later and he was no longer capable of speaking, or staying conscience for that matter. Fiasco left him where he fell and made his way towards the dumpster, withdrawing the 2x4 he placed their earlier. No sooner had he grabbed it then the ganger's freinds turned the corner.

"What the fu..." his words failed him as Fiasco swung the plank around catching the speaker in the face, he dropped leaving Fiasco to be outnumbered by a mere two. He swung the peice of wood again catching the clearly surprised third man also in the face. The fourth poor misguided soul, however, pulled a .45 from the confines of his coat. He leveled the gun at Fiasco and smiled broadly as his finger slowly pulled the trigger.

It was Fiasco's turn to be surprised this time, but not by the new developments that appeard to be about to end his young life. No, it was the running metallic cat that barreled into the man as he finshed squeezing the trigger. The bullet tore into his left shoulder, just barely catching the muscle. "CHRIST!" he yelled as he clapped his band over the wound, dropping the 2x4. At this, or maybe it was at the sound of gunfire, the cat looked at Fiasco.

"Car. Now." The cat said. Clearly Fiasco noted, outside of his head. He picked up the peice of wood and shoved the roll of quarters back into his pocket as he ran back to his car, the cat padding silently behind.

((Khyn just left the cafe where Traci is working at the moment, and Fiasco is beatin up some gangsters and just got rescued by a talking metal cat xD ))

((Oh sorry I meant we're not at school. I'm so bad with words sorry xD ))

(it's a weekday and basically it's getting night-time. Khyn's heading home now, Tracy is at work in a small cafe where Khyn has just departed, and Fiasco is teaching some thugs a lesson. The cat with him was a statue but it appears to be something a lil... more. lol. My char seems to be a standoffish b*tch lol but don't take it personally!!)

Khyn stepped outside the cafe and shivered at the cool night air. She was seriously wishing she'd remembered to grab her jacket from her locker earlier. Oh well now. She pulled her track sweater out of her bookbag and pulled it on. It would be better than nothing. She looked at her watch and cursed softly. She had about 15 minutes before the last bus so she'd better book it if she didn't want to walk home. She tightened the straps of her bookbag and took off at a fast jog down the road. Sooner or later she'd have to come across the bus stop. She just hoped it was the one that would take her at least mostly near her home.