Loxi Scam, Dances with Blades (Blade)
The shadowed figure sat atop the dumpster behind a convenience store, looking up at the full moon. His red hair stood out against his pale skin and his green eyes glittered in the moonlight. After a moment, he jumped down, his dangling red earrings jingling with the movement. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his trench coat as he walked down the alley to the street.
When he got there, the street was void of people, except for a few store owners locking up for the night. Well, of course it was. No one in their right mind would set foot on these streets at night. Only the store owners and some select workers got off easy thanks to the rules of the local gang. Anyone who had to walk the streets late at night for their living got off most of the time. That was rule 5. Loxi, the kuhna now walking down the street casually, knew every rule...helped make a few as well. Rule 1: No harming any innocent people. Rule 2: Even when borders are pushed back, there must be a safety zone about the length of one block in between rivaling borders (an agreement between all gangs). Rule 3: Any and all gang members from other gangs must be reported to one of the higher ups, and must have good reason to pass the safety zone. Rule 4: Borders are not to be pushed back without the consent of a higher up. Rule 5...well, that was already mentioned. Rule 6: All gang members are to be treated with respect, especially the young ones and the higher ups. Rule 7: New rules can be made by at least two higher ups at any time, with consent from the boss or his right hand man. Rule 8: Any rules that are broken are to be reported to a higher up and will be dealt with by the boss or his right hand man. All these rules were drilled into the head of each gang member, and those who broke a rule were punished. The rules were even written in a book that was kept at home base in the boss' room.
But tonight was quiet, save for the sound of a baby crying in an apartment nearby. Loxi was bored, kicking a pebble as he walked down the street.
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The native girl picked up the various objects in the store, dropping them into her bag. Walking up to the counter, she pulled a loose brown and white strand of hair out of her eyes, pushing it back into her braid before dropping the bag on the counter. The cashier gave her an odd look then scanned her goods and took her money.
"Do you live nearby?" the man asked her, and she shook her head.
"Not really." The man gave her a stern look as he passed her change to her.
"I would hide your belongings then, young lady, and keep your eyes open. Don't want the Hunters to get you."
The girl, named Dances with Blades, nodded to the man, confused, and walked out of the store. As she stepped out onto the empty street, a breeze blew gently against her, causing her white robe to pull back from her slightly, revealing a native dress, mostly white, cream, and pink in color. Quietly, she pulled the cloak back around her, knowing that she wasn't supposed to wear her native clothes when walking among the populace. It stood out too much. Her pinkish brown eyes looked both ways, wondering who these 'hunters' were, and then she walked down the street, the white and black feathers in the end of her braid flicking in the breeze.