| Welcome to the U.S.S.A., a dangerous alternate-reality world where the United Socialist States of America - a communist government that has taken over the United States of America and controls its inhabitants by enlisting and sometimes enslaving thousands of super humans and mutants - goes up against various rebel factions - from Mafias to street gangs, secret organizations to religious sects - for control of the nation and possibly the world. Be it carrying out counter-terrorism strikes for the government or sabotaging vital government equipment for the rebels, there is a lot to be done in the dark, Dystopian battleground of the USSA! Choose your side, make your allegiances, and get to work! |
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| The Family; Interested in becoming part of the cosa Nostra Noir...? | |
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| Doux Rebelle | Jul 17 2011, 06:27 AM Post #1 |
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The Black Cat
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((OOC: May just create a group for characters involved with the USSA's mafia. This is also very short, and I'm sorry. It's late, I'm tired.)) Kitty Noir smiled in a way that was more devious and dangerous than pleasant. It could have implied many things, from "I want to sleep with you." to "I'm going to kill you brutally and almost find it hilarious." Fortunately for Kitty, women were endowed with curves. And when certain foolish boys got even a glimmer of a hint at those curves they started to believe that if they applied their pathetic charms enough the woman might be happy enough to endow said boy with the former of the two implications of her smile. She had played herself up all evening, charmed and wiled the current Governor's son into thinking she actually might be interested in him. Well, she was, to an extent. Interested in him as a cat would be interested in a bird or a mouse. She bit her lip and crooked her finger at the pencil thin but annoyingly tall man. He leaned into the car. Kitty could practically hear his heart beat. She slipped one of her elegant hands around his neck and smirked before placing a silenced muzzle of her FNP Tactical under his chin. She puffed her lips out and made a kissing noise as she pulled the trigger. She kicked the body away, crinkling her nose in irritation at the spatters of gore and blood on her cocktail dress. The body flopped against the pavement for a split second before two bodies darted from the shadows and grabbed him up. "Deposit him in the marked location." She slammed the door shut, leaned back in the plush interior of the backseat in her car and tapped the driver's shoulder. "Francois, let's drive home." Her butler nodded and pressed the gas, driving at a pace that would be normal and quite acceptable. Kitty watched the dark city roll past behind her thick, tinted windows. She smiled darkly. The headlines would be blazing tomorrow. Edited by Doux Rebelle, Jul 17 2011, 06:28 AM.
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| Myka Wells | Jul 17 2011, 06:48 AM Post #2 |
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“What the fuck?” Myka screams at the store owner who literally kicked her out after the interview. “You’re eyes they, they changed colors!” He retorts from the glass entryway. “They were green, now they’re blood red!” “Ugh,” she groans, “Whatever!” Throwing her hands up in the air lightening promptly strikes the store sending the man running inside. Crossing off the 14th job on her list, she turns to head to her next interview. “I didn’t want to be a cashier anyway!” she screams back at the store a flash of lightening lights up the sky. She sighs, “Will I ever get a job.” The men who pass by her as she continues down the street stop. “Hey, honey,” they call, “We have a job for you.” She turns to face them and rolls her eyes when she sees one of them fucking the air. “You couldn’t pay me enough!” “Wanna bet?” The taller one smirks. Her head cocks to the side, one eye remains red the other turns a dark shade of black, signaling she’s about to do something with the lightening storm. “Walk away, or else.” “Or else what pretty lady, going to hit me with that handbag?” lightening illuminates the sky as a bolt strikes the ground in between the men. Myka smirks. “Maybe you boys should head inside, it’s getting pretty scary out here.” The taller man grabs her arm, “Not without you, pretty lady.” He notices her other eye turn red again. “Holy shit, what the fuck?!” “It’s dangerous to be out in such a storm.” She lunges forward and the men scramble off. “Pussies.” She turns and walks straight into the road unaware of the oncoming car. |
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| Doux Rebelle | Jul 18 2011, 01:25 AM Post #3 |
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The Black Cat
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((OOC: I was waiting for you to edit this, buuuuuut I guess I can let it slide this once. Also, when the guy said, "Holy shit, what the fuck?" I began to loudly sing in tune to the Jurassic Park. "Fucking dinosaurs. Fucking dinosaurs. Holy shit, what the fuck?" )) "Francois!" Kitty snapped suddenly, "Don't hit that girl, please." Her butler slammed the brakes and expertly stopped the car with minimal jostling. Kitty opened the door and called, "What in the world has possessed you to be walking around this close to curfew...in the middle of the road?" Her beautiful voice sounded rich in the heavy night air--which seemed stormy, now that she thought about it. Her emerald eyes quickly assessed the young woman standing in front of Kitty's sleek vehicle. She was tall, with nondescript brown hair. She narrowed her eyes and got out of the car, her dress swirling around her legs. Even with heels on, Kitty was pathetically short in comparison, but her aire of power was intimidating. "Get in the car, now." The girl was clearly superhuman. Kitty had no idea what was possessing the younger girl to roam around the streets when superhumans were being hunted but...It was sheer stupidity. Kitty would do the girl a favor and get her out of sight. The Cosa Nostra could probably keep her for a while. And it wasn't that Kitty felt bad for the girl and wanted to help her--no, Kitty didn't truly think like that. Her thoughts fell to what would happen if a single free superhuman got caught by the government. The entire area would get purged and a load of trouble would come up. Best to prevent that. She gracefully leaned against her car door and frowned at the girl again. |
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| Myka Wells | Jul 18 2011, 04:59 AM Post #4 |
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(OOC: I didn’t even know you could edit a post. Good to know!) Myka stared at the woman and the longer she looked the more familiar the woman became. However Myka could not give the beautiful face before her a name. "What in the world has possessed you to be walking around this close to curfew...in the middle of the road?" The woman questioned. “Apparently I’m having a near death experience with a car.” Myka countered. She took a closer look at car and saw blood dripping down the side door where the woman had gotten out. Great, almost get found out as a superhuman, then nearly get hit by a car and it’s carrying a killer in it. Just my luck. “Get in the car, now." The shorter woman frowned at her again. Myka began to walking toward the other door of the car. Half of her wanted to test the woman by saying something along the lines of “And if I don’t?” but she really wasn’t ready to get caught by the U.S.S.A. that was a day she was dreading. She climbed into the backseat. She paused before climbing inside, noticing the windows were tinted she decided that if this mysterious woman tried anything she would just prick her with the concealed dagger. “I have questions. Who are you? Who’s the guy driving? Why are you and your car covered in blood?” Myka reached into her magenta knockoff Gucci bag and pulled out a small hankie, “Here,” she offered it to the woman, “I don’t know whose blood that is but I’m rather sure you don’t want it in your eye.” |
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| Doux Rebelle | Jul 18 2011, 05:28 AM Post #5 |
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Kitty snorted, "My, full of questions, aren't we?" Still, the girl had been compliant enough to get in the car... She sighed and leaned back in her seat, "My name is..." She hesitated. The Black Cat or Kitty Noir? She rapped her graceful fingernails against the handle of the door and said, "Katherine. Katherine Noir." Kitty was her nickname, after all--and the Black Cat was a name the girl would hear often if she accepted Kitty's offer to join with the Cosa Nostra. She answered the next question, "This is Francois, my personal butler and bodyguard." She effortlessly snagged the handkerchief from the girl and dabbed a few splotches of blood from her features. "Thank you. Anyway, the blood belongs to the son of the governor. It's going to look like a political assassination." She idly played with the handkerchief in her hands, her movements somehow alien in their grace. Kitty closed her eyes for a minute. "I've told you a lot of very...delicate information. Obviously I'm no little heroine. Anyway, what is your name? Do you have a place you're staying? Superhumans shouldn't be out this late unless they're doing something important." She smirked a bit and glanced at the girl. "If you don't have any security, I can definitely offer you...sanctuary. Saying protection would have been rather cliché of someone that's in a mafia, no?" She ran a hand through her black hair cooly and continued, "Superhumans are very well treated in our family. You will get a place to stay, food, a paycheck. If you don't want to join us...well, let's not be hasty." She smiled pleasantly. "You must consider it. The Cosa Nostra Noir will not let the government anywhere near you. You will live in relative safety." |
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| Myka Wells | Jul 18 2011, 09:04 AM Post #6 |
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Myka could tell the shorter woman was in a sense refined so she sat in Katherine’s car with perfect posture, ankles neatly tucked one behind the other and hands folded neatly in her lap. Myka listened as Katherine answered her questions and asked her own. Myka however didn’t reply with any form of haste. She simply sat there mulling over what the woman had said for quite a few minutes. "I don't recall asking whose blood it was. It doesn't matter to me one way or the other. Seems that if it did we would have a problem. No?" Myka laughed. “My name is Myra Kate Wells, I prefer Myka.” She began, “I was walking the streets because I currently have no place of residence, I was trying to get a job, you see. It’s not easy for me to appear, well, um, normal I suppose is a good word. My interviewer caught on and promptly through me out. I was on my way to another interview when, you almost ran me over.” Myka visibly relaxed, “Not that it was your fault Ms. Noir.” Myka paused and fiddled with her plastic ring. “ I appreciate your offer to join the , um, family, but I do believe I should tell you I don’t have the best track record with our government. Not that any super humans really do.” Myka smiled at the older woman, “I’m currently sort of fugitive if you will. That being said if your offer still stands I’d be more than happy to be under your care.” Myka let out a ragged breath, “What can you do? Superhuman wise. I guess you were born into the whole mafia thing right? How did you get involved Francois? Sorry,” Myka smiled timidly with her eyes glued to her hands, “I still have a lot of questions, but you seem very familiar to me, I don't think we've ever met. I do, however, feel like I've heard your name and seen a picture of you before." |
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| Doux Rebelle | Jul 18 2011, 04:16 PM Post #7 |
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Myka, the girl, was certainly well behaved enough. "Superhumans do have difficulty blending sometimes. I do not." The simple fact that an Aequilibrivisvires was strong and coordinated was not enough to go by. Surely, Kitty's perfect ambidexterity and unnaturally flowing movements were unusual, but sometimes people were trained to be graceful. Ambidexterity occurred sometimes. Myka... her eyes seemed slightly off-kilter. Perhaps they altered pigment? She smirked as Myka metioned being a fugitive, "My dear, all superhumans that are not locked tightly away and brainwashed are fugitives. We don't offer sanctuary or protection to those that wouldn't need it." She found herself amused when Myka mentioned her seeming...familiar. That was an unusual thing...maybe she had heard... Myka asked what her superhuman power was and Kitty smirked at her, raising one of her arched eyebrows, "I am an Aequilibrivisvires. And...yes, I am the daughter of the head of the Cosa Nostra Noir. I have always worked for them. Now that I am older, I give the image of being an independent business partner." She asked a question aimed at Francois. "Ms. Wells, Francois is very softspoken. He is also very quiet about his past. Please, don't question him much." She saw her butler visibly relax. Of all the people in the world, Kitty actually trusted him, and he trusted her. They had worked together for a very long time. Kitty would not force him to spill his proverbial guts to strangers. Familiar? That was a curious thing. She put her hand under her chin and pursed her lips, "What do you know about The Black Cat?" Edited by Doux Rebelle, Jul 18 2011, 04:16 PM.
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| Myka Wells | Jul 18 2011, 08:40 PM Post #8 |
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“Consider yourself lucky that Aequilibrivisvires is so easily hidden. It seems,” Myka paused, glanced at Katherine, then smirked, “fitting.” Katherine did seem graceful, almost perfect in that sense. “I can manipulate weather. I spent the a few months working for the special operations unit to ensure that flying their planes and sailing their ships were safe. Then I figured out that the people I was working for were, well not the best. So I destroyed every plane and ship that wasn’t on a base,” Myka smirked again. “Sadly they figured out how to tell when I was manipulating or controlling it. My eyes, you see, are a dead giveaway. Right now, I’m guessing they’re red? That’s the color they turn during lightening storms.” She explained. “Francois, I apologize for prying, I won’t ask about your past again.” She smiled into the review mirror so he could confirm her sincerity for himself. She returned her attention to Katherine, “I suppose you’re right, about the superhumans. Frustrating thing is if we could band together enough we’d over though the U.S.S.A in a matter of minutes.” Myka laughed, knowing how unlikely that actually was. “The Black Cat,” Myka paused, “From what I can recall, no one knows what she looks like, or at least no one who does dares to talk. Last I heard she was looking for a hired gun.” Myka shrugged, “If she found one her target shouldn’t live long, affective this Cat. When I worked for the government I overheard people silently discussing her. I couldn’t make much out though. Why do you ask?” |
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| Doux Rebelle | Jul 19 2011, 07:39 PM Post #9 |
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Kitty smirked darkly, "We know one another on a...personal basis. That would have been the only way I ever met you before." She stretched a bit as Francois pulled the car into a dark garage. Her Suzuki Hayabusa was sitting off in its little private area, its solid black surface gleaming in the dim lights. She covered a feigned yawn and looked over at Myka. "Superhumans...will have difficulties banding together. I don't think we'll ever agree on any sort of thing. I believe in subtle tactics, for example. Careful constructions and latticeworks of dominoes that when pushed collapse brilliantly and quickly. Some think that direct confrontation works." Francois opened the car door and helped her out. "You are welcome to stay here tonight until I arrange the details of your working with the Cosa Nostra, if you so choose to work for them. So far," She wagged her finger teasingly, "I haven't gotten a direct answer from you. If not, Francois will take you wherever you need to be dropped off." She felt...gross. She looked at the girl with red eyes and hoped she made up her mind quickly so she could take off her bloodstained dress and put some comfortable clothes on. Kitty was a night owl--she would most likely remain up for the remainder of the evening, but she was sure the girl wasn't the same type of being. She folded her arms under her chest and waited outside the car to hear Myka's decision. |
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| Myka Wells | Jul 20 2011, 06:42 AM Post #10 |
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¬¬¬¬¬¬Myka bit her lip, “Then I must be mistaken,” Katherine still seemed familiar but Myka dropped it. She let out a sigh of relief when Francois pulled into the garage. It had taken everything in her not to have a panic attack in the car. Ever since the accident Myka absolutely hated cars, everything about them. They weren’t safe. Had she not been so scared of the government she probably wouldn’t have gotten in Katherine’s car in the first place. Myka knew how purges went, that’s how she was found the first time, and they were not pretty affairs. Then again, nothing dealing with the USSA was ever pretty. “I’d like to stay here, Katherine” Myka began, although she would have done almost anything not to get back in that car, “I’ll work for you, them, the Cosa Nostra,” she paused. Realizing she had confused herself, she stepped around the car to the side that Katherine was on. “Thank you, for helping me. You don’t seem like the type to do that sort of thing often.” Myka’s eyes changed, one green, one blue, she was tired of lightening, clouds were fine, just not lightening. The random bright lights were beginning to annoy her. Myka didn’t know if Katherine or Francois noticed, she didn’t particularly care if they did. It wasn’t like they knew what it meant anyway. Unsure of what to do next she stood in front of Katherine and waited for the shorter woman to lead Myka into her home or say something. |
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