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Dumpster Files: Nimue backstory is just upsetting.

Six. ------ "Dad..?" Nimue quietly spoke as she'd been watching her parents pack quietly in the middle of the night and he practically choked at her voice glancing over his shoulder as he zipped the suitcase. "Nimue. You're supposed to be sleeping!" He lectured poorly as her mother simply ignored her. "What's going on..?"  He marched over; taking her shoulder as he walked her back to her bedroom. "None of your business, Kiddo. All you need to know is me and your mother are going away for awhile. Granddad is going to be here - you'll be fine." The last part he practically forced out. He didn't believe his own words in the slightest but before she could question any further he shut the door; leaving her in the dark bedroom in her grandfather's farmhouse.

"Get up." The voice was cold as the door slammed; waking her. The man in the doorway was older and dressed in a dirty shirt and worn jeans. "Get up and get yourself cleaned up!" He repeated as she looked at him in wide eye'd confusion. She presumed this must be her grandfather...She hadn't actually met him since he hadn't been there when her parents first arrived.  She tiredly got up and did just as told; confused and a bit off since she didn't understand why he was so angry at her.

She realized quickly he wasn't just angry at her but hated her; he yelled at her from morning to night as he put her to work cleaning the house; She was to young to do half the things but he still insisted on it even though she clearly was struggling. Cuts and bruises on her hands and knees by sundown.

Seven. ------- She lifted herself up onto a chair cautiously as she washed the windows; She'd lived here long enough to know the drill and was up at sunrise to clean. She knew he was angrier than usual this week. She blamed the pills and liquor that laid all over the coffee table ; the only thing he never let her clean despite the pile of cigarette buts and dirt all over it.  In fact she never was even let into the living room where he had his friends visit often. She heard bits that although weren't solid she knew what it implied. They talked of drugs and murder, stealing.  Things that were illegal.

He'd been pacing in there for and hour before she flinched hearing something thrown across the room before his heavy work boots stomped through the hallway to the kitchen where she stood on the chair, It was so fast but the next thing she knew he'd kicked the chair out from under her and she'd hit the floor; smacking her head off the table.  His steel toed boot kicking her several times as he screamed at her. She didn't even understand as she instinctively curled into a ball and cried.

"Worthless little bitch! Get up! Stop being a coward!"   She tried but couldn't as it hurt to much... She felt his fingers on her head only for them to tighten around her hair; dragging her across the floor to her room where she was thrown right through the door and hit the floor again before the door slammed shut.  "Stay in there and lick your wounds! Don't you dare fucking come out of there!"

Twelve. ------------

"Get up." He snarled; The farm work was hard enough but getting hit over and over during the day didn't make it any easier.  She took in a rough breath as she pulled herself back up using the shovel to brace herself as he spat at her. "Tryin' to learn to speak all fancy now?" He asked; It'd been why he hit her. She'd been practicing her vocabulary and writing more often; It was her escape. She didn't want to be anything like him.

He moved to hit her again but instincts kicked in as she twisted the shovel; Slamming it into his stomach. "Get away from me." She spat back at him as she struggled to catch her breath.  He simply grinned as he came at her again; She got another blow in with the shovel but once he disarmed her she got it back tenfold; deep cuts and bruises coating her skin.

Fourteen. --------------

She tiredly opened her eyes as she heard her door slam open in the middle of the night, tensing up as she sat up and reached for the lamp but the overhead was turned on first; She flinched for a moment as her eyes focused on the man beside her grandfather. A drunken evil smirk on his lips. "Fight." He pressed the bottle to his lips as he shut the door leaving the other man with her... She didn't process what was going on until the man pinned her down.

She fought back; She won but only by taking the man's life with a knife she kept hidden under her mattress. His blood all over her by the time she was done as she poured her aggression out onto this creep and her heavy eyes began to weep as she breathed roughly.   She didn't want to step out of her room but she couldn't stand there anymore; walking out to the kitchen and tossing the bloody knife in the sink and scrubbing her hands.  Her eyes widening as his hand fell onto her shoulder and he simply laughed... "I knew you'd stolen a knife, Kiddo." He smiled for the first time - He patted her back. "I'll take him out back. Get a shovel." He said calmly like it was another animal on the farm but he seemed so - happy. It made her stomach turn.  

She knew she couldn't tell anybody about the grave they dug. She buried the memory in it as well.

Sixteen. ---------------- Since she'd killed him the attitude changed; the beatings changed. He'd hit her occasionally but it wasn't as ruthless. She was allowed in the living room while his friends were around and as they planned there activities for the week...She helped. Not that she wanted to but unlike him she'd worked hard and educated herself and she understood now that to survive she had to play along.

"The royal cunt; That'd be easy." His friend said as he took a haul off his beer. "The grandson - His kid.  She'd be worth a pretty penny."  The third man in the room laughed hardly as he agreed." That bitch is always in the news - She's got some sorta sickness. She goes to doctors appointments pretty often; I always see 'em in there fancy car." Her grandfather leaned back as he tapped his foot a little bit. "We'd have to get her away from her fuckin' parents. Don't wanna shoot 'em - Who else is going to pay the ransom?" He laughed a bit before he paused and pointed his finger at Nimue; smirking. "You..." He stated with a laugh. "You could lure that little bitch outside; You're a little older than her but not by much."

That was the start of the plan; His friend was more well kept then him so he'd take Nimue to the doctor's office after she had a little incident on the farm.

The large gash on her arm stung as it bled; She held the towel on it. She was dressed in the nicest clothes she'd ever owned; a white blouse and a plaid skirt. It was part of her old school uniform. His friend in a black suit as he walked beside her with false care as he rubbed her shoulder where she sat beside the little blonde/brunette haired girl resting on her father's arm.  A few soft coughs leaving her lips as she looked over at her with a smile. The naive little girl desperate to make friends anywhere at anytime. "Hi, I'm Clarisse. - Ow, that looks like it hurts..." Her happy tone was a little deflated after seeing her arm.  Nimue smiled faintly despite the pain in her arm and nodded. "Nimue. It's not that bad, It looks worse then it is..."  The small talk was - nice. Nimue liked the girl already just from a few minutes; she was so kind.  But as her father left for a moment to take a phone call her grandfather's friend did as well and Nimue's face fell. She knew what they wanted her to do; lure her out the back.  She couldn't.  

She waited and Clarisse's father returned; She quietly asked to speak to him in private. And the truth poured from her lips as she lowered her head and shoulders; She expected to go down beside them but the man showed her kind eyes as he just placed a phone call and placed his fingers on her shoulder; it was gentle and cautious as he smiled at her. "Let's make sure that wound gets taken care of."

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Dumpster files: Dissing a god.

"I asked you a question!" The mortal woman didn't falter as she stood before the god; Her dark hair flowing in the breeze and her bright green eyes that were as rich as emeralds. Her beauty was matched only by her bravery as she held steady on bare feet in front of a man who's touch could turn her to dust. "I heard." He replied as his golden eyes lingered in the village. "Our crops died, we prayed.  Our health fades, we pray,  The floods take our homes, we pray.  Hours spent on statues and offerings and for - What!?" She shouted louder; For a human, she found the voice of a god in her lungs as she glanced at him. "What do you do for us?! Nothing!"   His face didn't falter nor change as he listened to her scream and shout. A blank stare behind a golden glow... "I have no more faith to give..." She finally spat at him as she moved towards the village; her fingers reaching for the blacksmith's hammer as she passed his booth.   "No wonder you all need Aziz... You're incapable of even understanding love or compassion despite how much you crave it." She moved towards the statue that'd been built in the honor of their god; The hammer cracking the stone as she began to hit it over and over again; stone by a stone falling as the statue collapsed; cracking into several pieces as it'd hit the ground.  "What do you think of that?!" She yelled as she tossed her hammer at him that he simply caught; snorting. "Clearly the source of destruction and negativity is coming from you, child." He twisted the tables on her actions, a calm smile on his lips as he walked forward. "Perhaps you've been praying to the dark ones instead...But I forgive you." He dropped the hammer as he stepped towards her and she stepped back. "However, I must protect them from what you're darkened heart is creating..." She felt a weakness in her knees as she collapsed; Parting her lips and her hand reaching out to someone in the crowd; It wasn't for them. It was to tell them to stop as the figure stepped back; lowering their weapon before the god saw; The god's fingers touching her forehead and in a flash of light she'd been turned to stone; Jade, specifically.   --- "Whoa."  The archaeologist placed her hand on her hips as she looked up at the statue she'd found in the middle of the barren field, Her blue eyes striking against tanned skin and dark hair cut into an asymmetrical bob. She and her husband who was a botanist, geologist and whatever other degrees he had; she'd lost track and she'd lost him to a pile of dead leaves a few steps back; The dead plants had covered everything except the hand reaching out.   "It's a solid jade statue I've never seen anything on this scale... I mean look at how detailed she is." Her fingertips carefully brushed away the dirt and leave off the statue's face; it felt warm but she figured that was just from the sun... There was nothing else there - not even an indication of human civilization.   "Honey, I think this is more relevant to you." Her husband chimed and she stepped back from the statue turning towards him and following his gaze to a 'shrine' made of an old gravestone where the head of a decapitated statue laid in the dirt with words carved into the stones in a dead language; She skimmed it, reading. 'She warned us, The false god betrayed us, We are dying.' She ran her fingers along with it before carefully tilting the statue head into the light as she brushed away the dirt. It'd been mutilated purposefully; large tool marks where the eyes were gouged out.  

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Dumpster Files - Giselle and Lance cute

"Birthday..?" Giselle inquired softly. She'd honestly gotten so wrapped up in her book she'd only sort've been paying attention to Cethin and Melina's conversation. "What's that? I've heard that word before - People always seem excited about it." Giselle didn't mean to constantly make Melina's heartache but she unintentionally did. Cethin's face fell for a moment but it seemed both him and Melina decided already in that second they'd figure out when her birthday was... Cethin turned towards her with a smile. "It's a party - usually.  It's the day you were born and people celebrate when you get older. It's... more fun than it sounds." He added. "You should come with me to Lance's" Giselle shyly shrugged as she hugged her book, Cethin's book. A little closer. "I'm not sure...I- "  Cethin simply smiled as he walked closer. "You'll never know unless you try." He stated firmly and she sighed; nodding. --- Giselle followed Cethin like a shadow as they walked up the pathway to the big house; Balloons tied to lamp posts and a banner over the doorway. Giselle quietly poking one of the balloons. "Huh." She straightened as Cethin hit the doorbell; stepping even further behind him as a larger but sweet-looking woman opened the door. "Aah! Cethin I'm so glad you made it!" She chimed happily as she stepped aside. "Everyone's upstairs playing video games, go right up!" She paused as she looked at Giselle. "Oh!? Who's this?"  Cethin smiled politely to her and took Giselle's hand. "This is my little sister; Giselle. - It's a bit of a long story, Ma'am."   The little bit the woman did know of Giselle's story made her eyes widen before she nodded a little. "You two have fun~!" She chimed; It was a happy day. No need to dig into her somber feelings. Giselle followed Cethin up the staircase and she swore the person's bedroom looked like a living room with a bed in the corner; A flatscreen set up with a console on the floor a couch and beanbag.  She ended up sitting right beside Cethin, Stiff. Cethin was completely relaxed as he spoke with the people but she opted to stay silent; her eyes locking with someone else as they turned to talk to Cethin.  He was tall; Super tall. She could've sworn he was at least 6'8, Dark hair, a little messy and slightly long in the front; faded on the sides and darkened tanned skin that had a sunkissed glow to it like in the commercials on tv.  He seemed to notice how she tensed and moved, squatting down and sitting on the floor near Cethin and Giselle. "And who might you be?" He asked with a pearly smile as he looked up at her with bright blue eyes that put the sky to shame.  Giselle tried to find words but her tongue-tied; Cethin sliding in. "Lance, Giselle, Giselle, Lance. She's the sister I told you guys about in the group chat."  Lance's eyes widened before softening. "I can see that now...Thanks for coming to my birthday, I'm glad I finally get to meet you - Cethin won't shut up about you - at all. Ever." He said with a tease in his tone that made Cethin snort and flush faintly. He may have been a little more excited than he admitted to.  Giselle felt her cheeks warmed as she sat there awkwardly. Lance moved a little as the people playing finished there round; grabbing the controllers and pushing one into Giselle's hand. "You versus me, Have you played this before?" Giselle blinked and looked at the screen for a moment at the character select screen. It looked like a fighting game but that was all she could identify as she shook her head a little.  Lance shook his head. "Cethin what have you been doing for this girl?" He teased as he moved; Patting the floor beside him and Giselle slowly shifted, Lance, moving and covering her hands on the controller after handing the other one to Cethin. "I'll teach you." He was so warm and calm that Giselle didn't flinch as he got close to her; Hi fingers over her as he explained what the buttons did and showed her the actions and movements.  She didn't remember relaxing; She just found herself starting to talk and laugh...

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Dumpster Files: Oriel and Ethan totes just cuddled.

The morning light crept through the gap in the curtain... A warm summer breeze blowing several strands of her long dark brown hair lightly brushing it against his arm. Ethan rubbed his face a little bit as he took in a yawn; this bed was horrid. He should've sprung for a slightly better hotel but he barely even wanted to go to the shindig; it was more of a necessity.  He laid still for a moment feeling the warmth beside him and processing the distinctive sweet smell of orchid perfume...

He focused his gaze and a flush came to his face; Oriel's body curled up beside him wrapped in the blanket in as much nothing as he himself was. A smile on her lips as she rested comfortably; her fingers resting on his arm.   He barely recalled what happened but the taste of stale liquor on his lips started to remind him; ---

The hotel 'ballroom' reeked of money. It wasn't his scene but he'd learned that lawyers could gossip worse than his own two teenage girls.  It was simply a case of being seen that was important.  He saw a few faces from Port Lyndon, Scarlett; A junior who was in his previous field and another he believed was named Matt with a beautiful dark-haired young girl in an expensive gown that looked like the night sky; he noted it. Pandora would've liked it...  

"There you are. I found a parking space." Oriel chimed behind him; she'd tagged along simply out of boredom or at least that's what she'd told Ethan. It was more so that she knew how dangerous Blacklight was these days... She'd rather be with him even if it was only a two-day event. Ethan glanced over his shoulder at first before doing a double-take; he swore she was wearing just a black jacket and jeans in the car and now she stood in a tight midi dress; it was white with a plunging V-cut and silver detailing. A small purse hung off her arm and her hair that was previously in a bun was now down; a light wave to it that wasn't typically there. He parted his lips before stammering a little finally spitting out something. "How?"

"You literally pay me to find information for you... I always have a plan." she teased, smiling.  

Ethan shook his head a little despite the faint blush on his face; He hadn't really thought about things like that in forever and the feeling was completely foreign... He felt like he was suddenly in his twenties again with a pretty girl on his arm at a party; A glass of wine turned to two or three and being lawyers some expensive shots. He did get a buzz but kept his composure.  

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He remembered then as he spotted the black bottle on the table that one of his old friends from college gave him a bottle of whiskey to 'celebrate' him divorcing the 'sea witch', Miren.   He wasn't even planning to drink it but a joke on the elevator turned quickly into a bet and that turned into a drinking game...

He didn't recall a lot of it, bits and pieces. Oriel said something about how she didn't feel pretty - he was pretty sure his college attitude had come out and a flirty comment led to everything else.  He recalled how soft her skin was; the lace barely covering her, her lips and the way she moved. He swallowed roughly shaking his head a little and rubbing his face.  

Oriel's hazel eyes fluttered open with the same disorientation... She seemed to realize what had happened much faster than Ethan; sitting up a little bit - her words sticking in her throat as she lightly held the sheet up.  She wanted to scream and run; to cry. She had a wave of self-doubt and fear almost engulf her and then - he breathed air into her lungs.  His lips gently against her's as his arm slid around her again... He'd learned the hard way it couldn't be undone...

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Dumpster Files: Valentina Heron woo.

Trigger warning: Violence, Torture. "He's late..." Valentina noted as she glanced at the clock; it wasn't like she was mad... Jenna quietly wondered from the corner if she was capable of being mad. Agatha chimed in before anyone else as she spoke. "He's a civil lawyer; It's like... You know how on the news how they'll have breaking news every few hours? " Valentina nodded a little as she looked to Agatha who was curled up beside her husband, writing in a notebook.  She was taking this time off work to try to catch up on some paperwork in regards to other things...  Agatha smiled a bit as she thought through how to explain things. "So imagine that everytime there's a breaking news story he's offered a job. It's sort've like that. It's not that he takes them all but he might've gotten and important call. He's never late so I'm sure it's just something like that."

Valentina nodded and smiled as she walked over to glance out the window once more before letting out a vague sigh and flopping on the other end of the couch next to Jenna who was waiting for her own date who glanced over before moving enough so Valentina could watch the you tube videos that she was watching. ----

"Sorry..." Matt quickly spoke as Valentina opened the car door but she simply smiled with not even a hint of anger in her lips as it was just the way she was, getting in and buckling up before placing her purse on her lap and looking over at him. "It's okay!" she stated with a happy chime. "I - Well I sort've understand how your job is... You're here now and that's all that matters!"  She reached over, turning up the radio a little as she began to sing along to the song on that she liked. A smile resting on Matt's lips as he watched her; Valentina was a bit odd but he never regretted dancing with her for a second. She was the kindest and most genuine person he'd met in this town.

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The Chinese food place was a little hole in the wall but it was fantastic. Matt glanced over at the kid hanging off the arm of what he assumed was her dad for a moment before glancing back to Valentina, smiling. Valentina giggled a little bit as she rubbed her head a little. "I'm sorry, I've been talking like crazy about, nothing.  How was your day..?"

"Excellent actually... It's taken long enough but now that Quinn Hardy has broken the supernatural barrier and has people talking about they finally have the majority of people on there side against Heron; The city is doing a case against them."

Usually Valentina just listened and praised but for once she choked slightly before frowning. He could see her body visibly become uncomfortable, tense... Her fingers twisted. He'd never seen such a repulsed action from a single word or phrase...and then it passed as a false smile filled her lips and she spoke. "That's fantastic. I'm glad you're able to help people... Do you think Aggie will get in trouble?"  She asked with a solem tone.  He wanted to assume that was why she reacted so poorly but something nagged in his stomach...The fear and sadness stained in her eyes she'd masked so well was visible once again. ----

It'd been three weeks since then as he stared at his laptop screen... The two hackers hired by the city had managed to crack almost half the files but they were out of order so he was putting together the dates and people involved. He didn't really want to watch the videos but he wanted to make this case solid after he'd just simply looked at some of the before and after photos of people who'd been in Heron.  They weren't coming back, ever. He decided this.

The first few folders were already terrible; A girl's mother watching her daughter rithe in agony from injections and documenting it like she was talking about the weather; He knew that girl. Angeline, she worked as a barista... She wasn't even a non-human at least to began with but her file explained how long ago that changed.

Video of a mute girl who essentially seemed to be being tortured somehow but the cameras were stopped by a plant that grew over the lens and according to the matching audio file; plants stopped the entire procedure from occurring.  

He clicked on the next folder, VC-921.  The hackers had renamed files of people they were able to identify and as he clicked it open he saw the rest of the title and his breath caught in his throat as he reread it several times. 'Valentina Constantine.'  

He didn't want to even click the videos but after a moment he pulled them over to the video player and hit play.

The first few videos weren't to bad but it was clearly the young woman he'd been courting for the last few years although she was just a child in this video; Seven or so?   She seemed annoyed, aggravated. He didn't even know she could be aggravated as he watched her slam on the door over and over and over.

She didn't fight the first time they injected her although she cried a lot; he couldn't blame her. The needle was massive and god knows what was inside it; it was glowing.  He pulled his eyes from the video for a moment just to glance at the paperwork scans that went alongside it, finding the one that matched and reading through it but it appeared they didn't even really know what it was but they'd found that it'd bled out of one of the few things he'd been informed by the librarian that would be classified as and actual 'monster' it had no humanity, it just; killed things, that was it's purpose.  He'd have to ask her what exactly it was as the name was barely pronounceable.  

The screaming finally started soon after the injection; Valentina's eyes turning purple and the screaming abnormal as she clawed at her arms until they bled, thrashing around her bed before getting up and clawing at the door as she screamed for help that never came and as the screaming stopped she fell to her knees, objects in the room floating up and suddenly slamming into the door, the metal bed falling to pieces and assuming she was responsible for it she'd managed to hit herself several times with the few objects before finally everything including herself crumpled to the ground. It wasn't until and hour of the video passed until a medical team came in to actually check her wounds.

He felt sick; A trip to the bathroom he finally came back into the living room where he'd been working and walked over to the fridge, grabbing the case of beer Vain had brought months ago during a little get together; he didn't drink often but tonight was and exception to that rule as he sat back down... He didn't want to watch but he had to. Not just for the case...But for the woman he cared so dearly for.. He wanted to know everything about her even the worse of it as he hit play once again.

She was older; Thirteen?  He watched as the men came in as she begged and pleaded, several syringes one after the other being injected into her. Her eyes glowing and her entire body convulsing as they held her in place. The video ending quickly however as someone said "It's not working, nevermind."

Same age, new day. She looked terrible... She was underweight and looked gaunt, her eyes dull with large dark circles underneath them.   Luckily nothing else happened...

The next video sadly explained far to much to him... His face falling as he looked away from the screen. Valentina was uncomfortable whenever they got 'to close...'  And one time it sent her into and all out panic attack that Jenna even struggled to calm her down from.

The man had been in the past videos. He was one of the men who'd hold her down; and he was doing that again. Though Matt doubted this was for anything related to Heron; this was just a sick man who knew she couldn't fight back. She didn't even understand... He wiped his tears from his eyes as he swallowed a rough mouthful of beer.  He looked back if only to get a look at the man's face... He'd find a way to make sure he was locked away somewhere so far that he'd never be seen again, the sound of a metal can flattening in his fingers as he glared at the man's perverse grin.

He made his way through the rack of beer and the videos and photos...They all were essentially the same until the last one where she argued that 'You promised I could go outside!' - He didn't understand how she was able to smile the way she did. He didn't understand it at all as the tears ran down his face and he closed his laptop.  

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He knew as a lawyer that she'd be a great witness but as her 'not-boyfriend' he didn't even want to ask her... He didn't want to make her cry like he'd watched her do the night before. His eyes lost as he stared at his coffee instead of her as they had breakfast together like usual...

As naive as she was her voice dropped it's cheery tone as she finally said something that wasn't related to the story about Jenna.  Her violet eyes dully staring at the cake she'd been given for free by Rachael's fiancee.  "You know now, don't you...?"  Her voice sounded like it could crack into tears any moment but she managed to hold herself together.

"Valentina I - I had - It was - The videos are the best evidence - " He tried to form a sentence but it all blurred into a random string of words that barely sorted it's self out towards the end.  

"It's...I knew...you might find out. I - I couldn't bring myself to tell you. I - I thought you'd think I was insane...and then I thought you'd think...that. I wasn't - "  She let out a shaky breath as she spoke again. "The last guy that I met before you... I liked him, Vain let it slip... He heard the story from someone else in town and it freaked him right out so bad he didn't want anything to do with me... He said I was damaged. He said I was a freak  - I didn't want to feel that again. I-I'm sorry, P-Please don't hate me..." Tears finally began to fall, hitting her plate as she covered her face with her baggy sleeves and began to hyperventilate.

He barely realized he was upright, Matt's arms sliding around her, carefully. He knew she panicked when people gave her tight hugs... His fingers sliding through her hair and pressing her against him. "I could never - ever, hate you."

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Dumpster files: Failed RP starter that wasn’t for Kristie.

Nynadesh; The desert country was two seas away from the king's country, Cenna. It truly had been months of travel...

Her name was Blythe Lancasset; She was not a noble nor rich but simply beautiful; the beautiful daughter of a criminal whom did not pay his debts...   It was a hard life she lived but she kept her mother's grace.  She was the only thing he had that was worth anything and that had sealed her fate.

The two men who'd taken her across the sea dragged her throughout the desert city in a horrific fashion, She was nothing more to them but cattle to sell and they were sure to remind her of this as they took her vision and voice with leather straps; tight and uncomfortable. She felt the latter one digging into the corners of her lips...The taste of blood blended with leather as she was marched with a firm grip bruising her arms.

The men beside her both appeared like gentlemen with there dress shirts and expensive pants but they were no more then scum; All three however stood out. The proper clothing and overall modest appearance was highly abnormal as the westerners never ventured this far; ever.

The streets were lined with men and women that were tall and full with long black and brown hair, braided or decorated with various trinkets... Some had metal hanging from there noses and eyebrows; it was... absurd. There skin tanned and darkened with scars coating every few inches of some. Most of the women wore next to nothing; beaded tops that barely left anything to the imagination and draping fabric around there waist; Weapons were also more common as almost everyone, Male and Female had knives and swords; cutlasses...

Blythe was a drip of milk into a pool of coffee; her light skin was paler than most anything in the city and her long golden curls stood out as she walked; as bright as the sunlight that shone down upon her.   Most glaring in disgust at how the men were treating the young girl...And had been treating her. The bruises on her legs and neck were visible past her tattered dress. The heat burned; She was not used to this type of humidity and the thick fabric of her clothes only made her sweat more; she was uncomfortable as her skin stung.  She barely knew where she was due to the blindfold and suddenly she felt a faint coolness as they entered somewhere followed by the sharp pain of hard concrete underneath her as she was thrown to her knees and the two men who'd taken her from her home spoke poorly in the foreign tongue.

'Tl't kav 't gau taero; Slo v'rr daexo ae saab traeqo.'

She didn't know what it meant; She heard other people talking in soft whispers before a man's voice; loud and harsh spoke in the same language.

'Yai kuoaek lou vauto klor klo b'uk irbouroaekl vaiu daak; tlo ditk rak do vaukl dikl ka vai klor.'

The replying voice sounded quite sarcastic in tone and she could tell the two men who'd brought her were angered by whatever he said as they muttered in English. "Fucking - He better fucking pay us." one muttered and she heard a snort followed by a heavy laugh; It was quick whatever happened but she couldn't tell what as she felt something move quickly beside her; a soft gurgle and the sound of both men hitting the ground. She presumed they were dead but that only made her heart sting in fear; now what..?

It took a moment of silence before she felt a rough touch brush against her soft cheek and she flinched until she realized it was headed for the back of her blindfold; undoing the buckles of both it and her gag and sliding it off her face. The light suddenly filling her eyes made them sting; the sunlight just as bright as it felt on her skin as she covered her face for a moment; trying to let her soft green eyes focus on the figure before her.

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Dumpster files: AU? Bella rikku hunt things

Nobody remembered what happened except for the wounds left from the battle; many died and most were missing still. It took one bad strike to Axel Leperance to cause so much damage to everyone.  The souls of Port Lyndon were all scattered and the entire world was affected but few recalled it...  

/Future. /Japan, Osaka. ---------------

"Christa - bella...?" Rikku spoke in English as she tried to figure out how to pronounce the American girl's name who simply smiled as she spoke. "Bella is fine if it's easier." She stated quickly as she spoke back in Japanese. "Bell- ah. Yes, that is much easier, thank you." Rikku repeated with a vague smile.

------ The two would be working together for awhile... Rikku was a bit skeptical about the American's skill in fighting the demons that plagued there city currently but the senses that Bella had in regards to demons were extremely useful. She could sense even through a disguise and for reasons Bella couldn't even explain; she knew there weaknesses.  

They were in the student division of the Heron squad working towards protecting the civilians and that meant, school,

Heron's objectives were simple.

Priority #1 : Protect civilians. Priority #2 : Only attack creatures; Vampires, Demons, Etc. Whom are violating Priority #1. Priority #3 : Do not violate Priority #2 due to any personal reasons.   ------

It didn't take very long for the two girls to bond despite originally not seeming to have a lot in common but considering they were meant to protect each other it wasn't a bad thing in the slightest.

"Bella - I still can't believe how fluid your Japanese is." One of the girl's friends, Mizushima Miko stated as he leaned back a little.  "Thank you, My father was quite interested in Japan and visited so often...I personally feel like I've lived here longer than I've spent any time with my mother in America. Rikku also corrects me, constantly~!" she teased a little and Rikku snorted and let out a soft laugh as she nudged Bella's arm. "I'm not THAT bad..."

The three shared a laugh that settled as the clock hit the mark and the bell chimed and the teacher walking in a second later with another adult male; the glamor made him look nice enough; brown hair, tan skin, black eyes...    He looked in his thirties... The unease that Bella had felt all morning had been growing and the pain went through her stomach as he got close, buckling over for a brief moment before righting herself, Miko's eyes still on her widened in concern but Rikku quickly covered as she mouthed something... It was easiest for them to play it off as period cramps when it happened. Rikku's eyes locking on the man who'd entered, They couldn't react until he did something so for now...they just had to continue on, holding Bella's hand lightly until the pain past. ------

"What's his name?" Rikku asked as she sat cross legged on Bella's bed, sharpening both there swords, Bella sitting beside her although partially upside down as she laid on the bed with her cellphone in her hands, searching. "Sumida Ryouzan...There's nothing else about him anywhere aside from the school's website and forums.  And it's not much. Thirty five, Math teacher, degrees..blahblah." Bella sat up again and sighed. "I texted the boss but he hasn't replied yet. " She stated as she sat up a little, reaching for her bunny mug and sipping out of it. "I just don't feel right about him...I like to think I'm fairly open minded but he makes me so uncomfortable."

"You usually are and the last time you felt like that it was a danger so we should be on alert... I know we shouldn't provoke but perhaps we should attempt speaking with them..?"

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"Mooooooom." Angeline's sarcastic childlike tone was purposefully as obnoxious as she could muster as she knocked on the glass wall that held her inside; Her eyes, however, were behaving more maturely as she glanced down the hallway as far as she could, these were all human cells, sickly and homeless humans but still humans.  

"Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom."

"Angeline, enough!"

Amelia's tone was flat but still had aggravation behind it as her eyes squinted behind her glasses as she glimpsed through the glass containment, a disgusted sigh leaving her lips.

"You are...so, disappointing." She stated coldly as she folded her arms in front of her and judging Angeline's fashion and hair decisions. And in all fairness, she did look like hell with her sideways hair and tattered clothes.  

Angeline didn't give the response she wanted as she cackled a little and 'kicked' the glass simply to have her mother flinch, leaning against it with her dirty muddy boot. "Heh. What are you so afraid of..? Why am I here? Family reunion? I would've rather done that at the cafe or y' know the comedy club; Cause it's a joke."

Angeline snorted, laughing at her joke as she peered past her messy hair at her mother who continued to peer with a lack of emotion on her face. "I require your blood; My last sample got compromised by your idiotic father. "

"Oh is that all? No." Angeline pushed herself off the glass as she stretched a little and looked around the cell again as she closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, her voice dropping the playful tone as she opened her eyes again. "You are such a coward." She stated calmly as she looked directly at her mother. The words making a visible twitch run through Amelia as she briefly glanced away. "Your one to talk, Angeline."

"Oh please, The difference is as the day is to the night.   I might be afraid but I remain while you just hide behind glass from your daughter because you're terrified that I might become the monster you tried to make me into. It's pathetic..."

"I don't have time for this." Amelia's tone wavered ever so slightly as she spoke, stepping back. Her fingers pressing over her earpiece but Angeline was quick to interrupt her.

"Well, that's not a surprise, Amelia.  Run away~ I'll be sure to break the arm of whatever tin soldier you send down instead of yourself." Angeline leaned against the glass once more but with her upper body as she looked at her mother who simply turned to run off.

Angeline let out a sigh as she glanced up at the camera, waving. "I'm bored now."  She stated calmly to the camera as she glanced at the glass. "I want to show my parents a trick; Can you give me some sorta cue when they're watching up there? I promise not to hurt anyone~ excluding myself."  

'What now...Angeline..?" Amelia's exasperated tone came over the microphone as Angeline walked over to the metal bed frame. "You wanted my blood so I'm going to give it to you; think of it as a late mother's day present~"  

With a smooth motion, Angeline kicked the bed frame, bending one of the metal parts and snapping it off - she shouldn't be able to kick that strong; Amelia knew that was Paimon's genes even if Angeline didn't.  Her fingers picking up the chunk of metal and twirling it in between her fingers before slicing her wrist with it.  If it hurt, she didn't let it show as she hung her arm down and let the blood drip down, coating her fingers in it as she began to draw on the glass window while humming a random song. Dotting a small smiley face on the side before stepping back. Her green eyes turning red as she began knocking on the glass as she whispered simply to make the audio unusable as she recited the spell; the symbol she drew glowing and a hand sliding through the glass despite the fact there being no visible person anywhere.

Angeline's fingers twisting into a 'bye-bye' motion as she took the hand and it pulled her through, the glass falling apart instantly afterward; contaminating the blood as it did so.

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"You literally could've just drawn it on the glass with the metal!" Axel's tone was a bit harsh but only because of the blood all over her arm and hand as he could hear Syrus lecturing him in the background already.

"It lacked personal insult." She stated calmly as Axel held her wrist, smiling. "I dropped the bugs when they brought me in; It's all good, chill."