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The night was cold, a rain was beating down hard and the air chill. Any normal man would be afraid of this Dark. Bala had 2 advantasges going for her. She want' a man, and she wasnt ordinary. A trained marine, a hardened soldier the dark held no threat for her. And yet she shivered. Those shadows moving on the priphery. Honed combat reflexes alerting her to muggers just off the priphery. She wasnt afraid of some punk with a knife, she coud lbreak his arm in 3 places before he ever touch her. But the nightmares, the nightmares are what made her shiver.

For years she had fought for flag and country. For years she had defended the nation. But the killing, the killing had toll. She paused and shivered pulling her rain coat close. Vision of death flashing through her mind. She shivered.

She had submited her resume to Feral Labs for a provate security gig, maybe it was time she got back to protecting people. Maybe if she was protecting people she could forgot the ones she had killed.

((Hope ye don't mind me jumping in. :3))


A shabby-looking van sat hopefully on the edge of a nearby park.

It was predominantly white, and originally had the words Ice Cream in large, colourful print painted on both the front and the side, although on the side, most of the letter 'e' in Cream had peeled off. The rain pattered against the open canopy that sheltered a large hatch along the side of the van, and a dim light shon from the inside, provided by a cheap torch hung from the ceiling.

A silhouetted figure could be seen leaning on the counter at the hatch. The owner of the van was a man in his late 20's who had an elbow on the counter and the side of his dreadlocked head resting precariously on a fist. He also had an almost burnt out hand-rolled cigarette held loosely between his lips.

Although the apparent dedication of an ice cream seller at this time of night and in this kind of weather might have been commended, it would appear that the man was, in fact, asleep.

((Well ORP = Open RP, PRP = Private. So it depends on whether you want people joining in or not. :3))

Slowly, the ice cream seller's head started to slip from it's resting place on his hand. Eventually it lost it's hold and fell towards the counter, but snapped back upwards after half a second.

Bleary eyes blinked into the dark that they were facing, and fingers reached up to ruffle his dreads slightly. The man coughed into his hand and, as he did so, spotted the cigarette end that had fallen to the counter a moment ago. He retrieved it and took one last drag before flicking it out into the rain.

The man stretched up lazy, his hands remaining on a ledge above his head, where dirty fingers rapped lightly against the metal as he thought.
It was time to move on.. Summer faded too fast in these parts, and this fellow lived for the Summer. So, he'd just go South~

He let down the canopy and shuttered up the side of the van, before switching off the torchlight, ducking under a hammock and almost tripping over his guitar to reach the driver's seat in the dark.

After searching his many pockets for the keys, and a few attempts to start the engine, the van eventually got going. As it turned one particular corner, its headlights lit up a rather interesting scene. One solitary woman stood surrounded by a number of thugs- some wielding knives and other weapons. Yet she seemed perfectly calm..

The man simply sat wondering what the hell was going on, and why she wasn't screaming yet.

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"Err.." The man hesitated, knowing he had more to fear from her than she did of him. Not only was she bloody dangerous, but for all he knew, she could be completely off her rocker. She didn't exactly hold back with those thugs.
Did he really want to let a woman like her into, well.. his home?

"Sure.. As long as yer not some complete fruitcake, alright?" he eyed her with mock-suspicion, mishandling a situation that probably required a tad more seriousness.

He then noticed the junk that currently occupied the passenger seat and waved a hand at it, adding, "And as long as yeh don't mind sittin' on all vis- Actually, y'know.." he reconsidered,
"I'll jus' move vat." He muttered with a sheepish grin and leaned over to grab the pile of dirty laundry and toss it into the back of the van.

He'd then reach for the door handle if she still wanted in.