Darklove, Justine R. (darklove) wrote in deceptpercep, @ 2011-04-28 04:36:00 |
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Who: Josalynn Darklove; Open to Hale?
NPCs: Random thugs and gunslingers.
When: Thursday, April 28th, 2011; 2:15 a.m.
Where: Silver City: Elysium District
What: Josalynn is helping raid an illegal shop in the Elysium District.
Rating & Warnings: PG-13; References to violence and adult situations.
How many times did they have to tell these creatures? You can run your business as long as you were properly licensed. No license means the Order would raid your ass as soon as you were found. It didn't take a super-scientist to figure this out, but apparently some smart-ass punks thought they could get away with running stupid shit in her city. So, the Order went in and took everything, running in anyone that they caught on the premises. Just because you didn't know the place wasn't legit, didn't mean you got away with partaking of their wares which were, in this case, some of the prettiest (but most absolutely stoned) prostitutes in the area. "Fuckin' glow dust." Josalynn Darklove couldn't stand the fact that she was looking at the remnants one of the biggest pixie dust operations she'd ever had a part in taking down. Yeah, they told the public that the pixie factories were under control, but that wasn't always true. It was nights like tonight that she wondered if they were doing anything truly important. There was a hint of war on the horizon and here they were taking down a pixie den. Well, it was all in a day's work for the brave and the bold. They should be happy that they were keeping civilians safe from the big bad drug dealers—people who manufactured a kind of pixie dust that was so potent that more than a few mortals had been killed or left practically vegetables by the stuff. Yeah, all the supernaturals and their super immune systems could handle it, but no one explains to a fifteen-year-old mortal that the shit should be taken in tiny doses or it'll kill you. Those were the days she hated working. They were the days when she had to explain to a kid's parents how this shit got to their kid and killed them. It was an epidemic that she was ready to see destroyed, but every tine they found a den, it was nothing but the tip of the iceberg. These people were pros. They knew how to do what they did and quickly. The young woman, already a Marshal since most of her immediately family was either retired or dead, was not happy with the things she had to do anymore. The stresses of the career that she had chosen so freely were now beginning to pile up on her. She didn't want to be in this position, but she wasn't going to let her family down. They were too few and far between anymore. She had some cousins left, but they were all too young to take up the position and her brothers were too much like old time cowboys to be responsible enough for the task. They were "run and gun" types who didn't see the need to interrogate and try to get down to the bottom of things. They intended to shoot first, shoot again, and then hope there was someone left to ask questions to later. She picked up a bottle of the shit that had been strode out all over the floor with a gloved hand and shook it. The dust reacted to the motion and started to glow like a neon glow-stick. This one was pink and, she assumed, it had some kind of pink flavor as well. Cotton candy? Strawberry? Death? That was all she saw when she looked at the cute little vial. Death and sadness. "I wish I could get a hold of the bastards that started this shit." |