Syndicate Dreams: Chapter 1
[[Bored, hehe, so I decided to make this thread. This is based off my Clan character Saoi. If you don't know her you soon will, dealing on the basis of her past before she reached W.E.A.P.O.N mercenary guild and escaped the Tokyo Underground. I will need 4 main players. The only requirments are to PM me with who you want to be..and you have to be damn goood^_^. Keep up.]]
Saoi(16, Syndicate assasian): Taken^_^
Yatakai(19, Syndicate assasian):
Shua
35, Syndicate member, job unknown):
Kail: 20(Syndicate member, and aspiring son of leader):
==================Pink Ronin==========================
The snowball melted in her mouth, pink sprinkles slowly crackling away under tounge as she toyed with the peach cream that circled and stuck to her inner cheeks. The hybrid candy was only one of many that surronded the young assasian, elevator music slowly humming above her in the minature super market. She tossed the wrapper away and viewed another man down the way. Who was obvisouly looking to her..would he tell.
No.
The man's eyes were indeed perverse, but as his eyes trailed down her slim body..he would see the pink sheath clutched in her left hand. Saoi gave a small wink, placing her thumb on the handle and slowly turning away. No doubt the man would guess what she was..but she was no samurai nor Ninja. Those were only myths now, in this Japan..slowly ritual was vanishing under the Neon signs and Pop DDR movements. They were only rumors now..but she knew better. Samurai still existed, though they wore suits and looked more like bodygaurds in some cases. Ninjas only slipped into the shadows, the few that were or that she knew of were quite dangerous. They served no one in any light...and were not fun play toys.
What about Saoi?
Saoi was none other that a assasian..the youngest assasian the Syndicate owned. Only by consequence of her Japaneese Father, who in the past dealed with the same work she did. Dying before her eyes came as consequence. Her mother, who was american died as well on that day..and Saoi could still feel the crimson warmth on her face..a reminder on why she had joined the syndicate in the first place. THey were amused by the revenge that the young one harbored at only 14. She had shadowed her father..the sword, she was fasinated by the art...thus she followed the man wereever he attended(though some places she could not). HEr fathers assasian believed her dead..and she faked well udner the bodies of her parents.
Ring Ring Ring.
Her leg vibrated, under the tight american Levi jeans. SHe felt the Nokia 4950 whine to grab her attention. A sigh escaped her lips and her free hand came to fish around within the pocket, grabbing the impatient plastic thing and viewing the caller ID. Shua..her new father, the one that she had guessed was appointed to watch over the loose Half-Japaneese Cannon. She brought the phone to her ear and heard Shua's deep breathing.
"I'll be there..give me a sec."
She said in english and let the phone click off. Shua never was oen for her antics, no masters were..but Shua and herself had known eachother for enough time. He had known her father, and while the girl begged to here what he had done..who had came to their house..who had slaughtered her only family. He would not tell..and not give reason for doing so. Though he knew who had placed the blade into her fathers back. With a heavy sigh she walked to the exit, hips swaying slightly as low rise dark jeans exposed her back slightly..enough to see the Japaneese Character on low nape of her back. The baby T rested over her chest, leaving a small portion of stomach to view. Long dark hair was tied back into a short ponytail, allowing two bangs to dangle above a flawless face..
On her way through Tokyo..
Neon Lights and Silicone Life.
