Name: Kelly Lohss
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Social Class: One class lower than medium. So a low class, but not the lowest of the low
Personality: Stubborn and selfless. Practical, modest, reliable, shy, intelligent, analytical. Fussy, worrier, overly critical of herself, can be very harsh on herself. She will be die-heart loyal to you until you give her a reason not to be. My Kelly bean cannot lie to save her life. She only lies to ruin it to save others.
Appearance: Brown hair, brown eyes. Her hair is medium length, cut between her shoulder blades and waist. It's mostly straight, but kind of wavy, and it hardly ever frizzy. Usually braids it.
Clothes:
^^^^^^ but brown and faded, black jeans, and combat boots
Backstory: Lordy, I suck at these…
Other: Has a little sister (below)
Name: Saffi Lohss
Age: 13
Relationship with them: Strong, they'd die for each other
(Thanks. Who is starting?)
(Me I think if no one else wants to….)
(Nope go right on ahead.)
(LET"S RAGNAROK AND ROLL)
Duke hurdled a rusted pipe and slipped into the tunnels of the sewer. The walls dripped with who knows what. He pulled his kerchief over his face to mask the smell, even though he was well used to it. The light at the end of the tunnel grew closer. Gang headquarters. His gang headquarters. The light flickered a bit as it usually did, it's blue light causing his shadow to waver. He stood there under it, waiting for one of the others to show up.
(Are we in the same gang?)
Kelly jogged down the tunnel and entered HQ, surprised to see Duke. "Hey…" she kept her hand hidden behind her back.
(Okay then.)
Cicada was looking through the wallet she had just stolen. She walked back towards HQ a small grin flitting across her face. She spotted Duke and Kelly she lifted up her free hand, "Yo."
(Yeah we are)
"Hi." Duke smiled, trying to put her at ease. "Any difficulties on the way here?"
Victoria kicked open her rusted door, ducking under its low frame and entering the streets. She may have just barely scraped the bottommost category of ‘middle class’, but her living conditions weren’t much better, if at all, than everyone in the ‘lower classes’. She began scouring the streets for traveling merchants or rich higher class members, hoping to wheedle a coin or two out of them. Or just take it. But nobody was around, so she had no opportunity.
(Lemme just post mood music for this……I think you'll recognize it….
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgoudqUTJuY
//could Vic accidentally stumble upon Duke’s HQ place because she is a curious smol bean?
Duke nodded to Cicada. "Hey. Have you seen Jason or Timothy?"
(Yeah we are)
"Hi." Duke smiled, trying to put her at ease. "Any difficulties on the way here?"
"No," Kelly lied smoothly. (It's very obvious, however, if you read her personality, that she's terrible at lying.)
Victoria, whilst slipping through got egrimy streets, noticed a narrow alleyway that’s she’d never seen before. A sheet of plywood lay on the ground next to it. Curious, Vic snuck down the alley, lithely jumping over turned over trash cans and shards of glass and wood and landing soundlessly on her feet.
Duke raised an eyebrow. "Really? Nothing?"
Bypassing a door spray-painted into a crumbling wall, Victoria creaked open the one real door in the alley that was still attached to its hinges. A dark hallway led who-knows-where, and Victoria decided to follow it.
Cicada rolled her eyes. Kelly was obviously lying. She chose not to say anything as she removed the contents of the wallet before throwing it on the ground. This should be handy.
"Whoa. Where'd you swipe that from?"
Cicada looked at it, "I have no idea. It was just sort of there, but by the amount of cash it had to be someone higher up."
"Aw yes high five!" Duke exclaimed.
//ok so what does the inside of the HQ look like cause i dont want to describe it wrong als o is it underground
