Haven (Starting)

Mark Stone

I wake early for once, slipping out as quietly as possible. I don't doubt that there are at least two people watching me, but I don't really care. I'm hopefully not going to be gone for long.
I make my way out of the area and onto a main street. Quickly locating an internet cafe, I set up my laptop and check my e-mails. I have the usual correspondence, plus one from a certain Mr. Patel who has proved troublesome in the past. I head to his corner shop with a sigh. He looks up as I enter, his expression quickly turning to shock. I catch his glance towards the till.
"Well Mr. Patel, it would seem that you can't pay again, eh?"
"I'm telling you Mr. Roberts, I simply don't have the money."
I sneer at him, "I'm a very lenient man, Mr. Patel. Very few contractors let their clients pay once a month. It's a trust thing. However, you're beginning to get on my nerves with your constant procrastinating. Pay-up now, or this will get ugly"
Another glance towards his till. "I'm telling you, I cannot pay this right now. I'll get you the money by - "
I spin on my heel, kicking him across the face with my left leg. While he's on the ground, I open the register and relive it of a five hundred dollers. On my way out I swipe the tape from the camera and a family bag of Skittles.
The rest of my 'collections' go smoothly, so that by the time I get back to the warehouse I have approximately five and a half grand and a still mostly full bag of Skittles. When I get in, there is the smell of pancakes in the air and a full blown row going on.
"Hi," I smile sweetly, "hope you're not arguing over me."

Hunter

I woke up early, like usual. Turning on my side, I glanced at the rest of the people in the warehouse. Most were still asleep, but I did see a shadow cross the floor and head up the stairs.

After a couple minutes, I willed myself to get up. Quietly dodging most of the people, I make my way upstairs. Brent was still by a small fire, making what looked liked breakfast.

"Morning." I murmur while sitting down next to him.

"Good Morning."

I sit there and watch him, my mind still groggy with sleep. After a couple minutes, people start to wake up. Some come upstairs, while other's stay down. It does not take very long for a fight to break out. Sighing to myself, I sit patiently and wait for things to calm down. Mark walks in and makes a sarcastic comment.

"Oh, by the way, I know where we can go to. It is an old apartment complex that is no longer used. They never bothered to turn off the water, and it should have internet access. I stayed there for about a month and never had any trouble. I think it would be perfect." I stated while slightly watching Brent's reaction.

Brent

I hear the fight downstairs and sigh, hoping it would extinguish itself before anything severe happens. Hunter tells me of the place she's decided on and I nod, turning the stove off.
"Sounds like a plan." I say, scooping all the food onto a platter. "You might want to inform the others now. I'm sure you won't be interrupting anything of major importance."

Hunter

Getting up from my spot, I make my way downstairs. As I go down each step, the yelling is getting louder and louder. Finally reaching the bottom step, I see that everyone is pretty much yelling at everyone. How can they be so loud in the morning? Sighing, which I been finding myself doing a lot lately, I watch for a minute. Quickly getting tired of the yelling, I swiftly take out one of my dagger and lodge it into the wall. The room falls silent immediately, with all eyes on me. I quickly walk over to my dagger, pull it out and turn around.

"We found a new location." I state while telling everyone the details.

Tully
An apartment? Well even just from her word the place sounded better than the shithole they currently called home. Though as long as it had internet, a carpet and some privacy Tully would be fine. Meredith climbed to his feet and stretched, his night had not been comfortable. His new companions, hardly being the most trustworthy stock had forced Tully into sleeping with his knife bag under his jacket/makeshift blanket. His new shirt, taken from the man unfortunate enough to be roughly Tully's size and own a nice car, was a little tight. The man's wallet had at least a couple hundred in it, enough to get a cheap new suit. He had purposely left the keys in the car door, so in a neighbourhood like this that particular problem should have resolved itself already.
"When do we get moving?" Tully asked Hunter, wanting to escape the shithole as quick as possible.

Hunter

"When do we get moving?" Tully asked me.

"I think it would-" I was suddenly uninterrupted when Brent yelled "Pancakes!" from upstairs. A couple of them rushed up the stair, others walked. Tully and me were the last to go up stairs.

"I think we should leave after breakfast." I told him.

Chlo

From upstairs Brent shouted that the pancakes were ready. My stomach grumbled but I ignored it to ask Hunter for more information. "I think we should leave after breakfast." She announced,"Then what? Did Brent give you any other information about what's going on?" I asked her hoping for more.

Hunter

"Then what? Did Brent give you any other information about what's going on?" Chlo asked me.

"Unfortunately not." I say as we sit down and enjoy the breakfast that Brent cooked us.

Taking the first bite, was like biting in to a piece of heaven. I rarely had pancakes, but when I did I loved them.

"Thanks for breakfast, Brent. It's good." I tell him.

Brent

Everyone runs for the food after I call for it, leaving one pancake left for me. I make a mental note to make pancakes again and sit down next to Isaac, who has four or five to himself, the burnt ones of course.

"Thanks for breakfast, Brent. It's good." Hunter calls.

I smile and nod.

"As long as it doesn't make me the official breakfast chef." I say.

Chlo

"If you think these are good you should try Amy's waffles. Those you will kill for." I sat there nibbling on a pancake that Brent had brought down to us. "I don't remember a Amy?" Said Brent looking around, I smiled to myself. "No you won't find her here. Amy's my foster mom, er was my foster mom I guess." I tried to continue eating but I had lost my appetite. "But I guess I kind of deserve to be here then." I shrugged and looked out a window.

"You seem kind of proud to be here." He said. I shrugged in response. "I'm where a person who's on the run should be I guess. All thanks to you. I guess I should be lucky I'm not in jail yet." "Well that's the plan for us all I think." He replied understandingly.

Vixen

The early morning ruckus woke Vixen up. Not being much of a morning person, she groaned and sat up, just to feel a dagger whizz past her.
Shock drained whatever sleep she had remaining from her system, and she bolted upright, only to hear Brent call for breakfast.
She sighed, pulling together all her things and coming through her hair with her hands.

Breakfast turned out to be pancakes. In the presence of some decent food, everyone began warming to the idea of acting as a team. The fights had changed to friendly banter (for this short while, at least.)
For her part, Vixen ate quietly, sitting between Tully and Chlo, who was reminiscing about her foster mom. She watched everyone, and noticed Hunter and Brent.
Well, there's definitely chemistry there.

Shanaya Dranda

I woke up near the window. I already had a plan but I wasn't sure of how to put it into action.
"Shanaya!" someone called. "Breakfast is ready!"
My stomach growled. Man was I hungry.

Dallas (Yes, I'm back) -

I woke up slowly, it was still dark outside. No one else was awake, I lay in my bed for hours before I saw the signs of another person waking. She sat up and yawned, looking around.

An early waker, she must be weary of sleeping in a room full of criminals. Smart, no doubt she has a gun or a knife under her pillow.

When a sizable amount of people were away, I got out of my cot and walked around. I didn't talk to anyone, just observed. Observing Is my specialty, when researching a potential job for thievery - it pays to know as much about everything as possible.

"Pancakes!" - one of the criminals had made breakfast, the pancakes were perfectly made. Perfectly crisp and golden brown.

He knows how to burn things, Arsenist, Cook, Good Combination, bad play-out

Shanaya Dranda

I could smell the pancakes but I knew better than to eat any incase any of them were posioned.
"What's wrong? Don't like pancakes?" Dallas asked.
"No, I love pancakes but I am in a room filled to the brim with criminals and I have no idea if these pancakes are filled with posion or not." I replied.

Spoiler

Hello! AelitaLienne asked me to step in for her, I'll do the best I can.

Alisa:

I got up late after surveying the perimeter with Hunter and Vixen and finding a secure and covered place to sleep. My small stature allowed me to a prime location in the rafters. I navigated back to the ground and came down in the middle of breakfast. I nodded a sleepy hello to Hunter and Vixen who I felt closer to after last night. Then I took my seat next to Shanaya who was eyeing her pancakes suspiciously.

"They're not poisoned. It wouldn't be worth it to them. Too many of us have helped them out in the past." I told her softly, remembering a weapons deal long ago with a man who looked curiously similar to one of my hosts.
"You aren't eating any." She replied narrowing her eyes at me.
"I don't eat." I met her gaze and took a sip of water from a hip flask.

"I'm interested in what these missions you are sending us on are. Care to enlighten us?" I asked Brent, taking another sip.