Haven (Starting)

Dallas ~

Breaking out of jail was easy enough thanks to the help he received from Brent and Isaac. He was only now to find the warehouse,

The thing must be invisible. - he thought to himself after two hours of searching in the shadows. Finally finding it, he was met by Isaac at the door.

"Welcome to Haven, you must be Dallas" He shook my hand furiously. I sighed, then walked in.

I stole jewels from the crown prince of Bavaria, I guess I deserve this...

Brent

Scanning over the new faces, the plan starts to fold out in my mind. Isaac comes up to me, still holding his injured area, and looks at Shanaya in fear. A smile sprouts across my face as I shake my head at him.

"Day one and you're already on the bad side of someone," I mutter.

He glares at me before the nausea sweeps over him again. Taking deep breaths, he looks away.

"How many are here so far?" I change the subject.

"Seven, I think." He replies. "Though I'm not sure."

Seven. That's a pretty good number. We can manage on seven...right?

"Let's wait a few minutes to see if any others show up." I decide. "How much of that chicken is left?"

The sheepish look on his face tells me it's all gone.

"Great, Isaac. What are we to feed our guest now?" I ask.

He pulls the foam covered rat from within his sweatshirt and I surpress a laugh, a smile curling up on each side of my face. Shaking my head at him, I look away.

"That's disgusting, Isaac." I say. "Do me a favor and check out what we have upstairs."

He begins to walk towards the stairs before I stop him.

"Try to resist catching another rat."

Pouting, he turns to continue his trek up the stairs, carefully avoiding Shanaya. I catch sight of what appears to be a child in the shadows and am just about to check it out when the door is knocked on again. Changing directions, I twist the doorknob and greet the next face.

Chlo

After being on the run for so long it was satisfying to see the face of someone who wasn't out to get me. "Hey. Names Chlo." He offered his had for me too shake but I kindly ignored it and continued into the run down warehouse. "Brent," he replied, "nice too meet you too?" I snorted in reply, and checked out the rest of the crew and finding the one who came in before me, 'Tully". He was distracted by his vast knife collection, and I was hidden in a shadow. He might be useful, I thought to myself.

"Now Mister Politician man", I said in a fruity French accent. "How much exactly would you say these photographs are worth to you?"
The deal was going well. It was dark in the alleyway, I'd lied about everything possible and I had two copies of the photos.
"Well Mister Roberts, I'd say they were worth... three years in prison!"
With a shock, I realised that this wasn't the Foreign Secretary. This became immediately apparent when he charged me and three large men in suits jumped out from behind various pieces of cover. You're getting sloppy Mark, I thought. I fended of the 'politician', dropped one of the goons with a roundhouse kick then sprinted out the alleyway and round a corner. A man around my height was staring curiously at the noise, so I bunched a fist under his nose.
"You'd better run real fucking fast if you don't want your head caved in."
Sure enough, he took off down the road so fast his cap flew off. I threw my hat, wig and coat into a bin, placed the guys baseball cap on my head and then punched myself in the nose. I sat down on the ground just a second before the first goon shot round the corner. He stared at me suspiciously, then I pointed at the fleeing figure.
"He hit me. That French son of a bitch just cracked me across the face", I drawled in a Southern American accent. The goon and his now three friends gave chase. I waited a minute, then fobbed off helpful passers-by. I was getting sloppy.

Maybe it was time to go looking for this 'Haven' after all.

I smirked at the guy I kicked. Never get on my nerves. I thought.
"Hey, got any chow? I'm starved!" I yelled at him.
He winced then turned and said, "I'm just going to check, Madame Shadow."
"You better or I'll kick you till your lights go out!" I threatened.

Katie-

I smirked, "Yo' kid. We don't have to follow your orders. Your just a kid." I grin. She tries to punch me but I grab her rist and flip her. "No-No. Little girl, don't hurt yourself." I laughed and sat down on a chair and put my legs up. "Watch su boca y no vamos a tener un problema, ¿sabes?- just watch your mouth and we won't have a problem okay?"

Hunter

Standing there, I glace around the abandoned warehouse. Suddenly, my eyes stop near a shadowed corner of the warehouse. There was a figure there, I was sure of it. I feel eyes lock on mine, and then a slight movement of a head catches my attention. Nodding back a greeting, I continue to scan the warehouse.

It was old and it was large. The floor was empty, except for two back-packs that sat in the corner. Deciding that I actually might be living here for a while, I feel the need to explore. Silently, I walk over to the stairs that what's his name took and proceed to climb them.

Alisa:

After observing everybody, I walked deeper into the warehouse and found a girl, Katie, involved in some fight. She leaned back into a chair speaking Spanish with a slight accent. I walked around the chair and sat in one of my own and looked at her closely with a thin mouthed smile.

"What are you, like 10?" She asked, laughing, "This isn't a Girl Scout camp." She crossed her legs and raised her eyebrow.

"Hm." I shrugged and took out a French cigar and after lighting it and taking a deep inhale, blew the smoke in her face. I brushed my white blonde hair out of my face and tapped the ashes off by her foot.

Spoiler

Okay, from now on, please head your post with your character's name. It just makes things easier to follow since most posts are in first person.

Brent

Closing the door, I walk over to the two girls fighting.

"Ladies, please," I start, separating the two and helping the Shanaya figure up, "Let's save the threats for a later time."

Shanaya brushes herself off as Katie crosses her arms.

"Please, try and settle down." I say, turning to the rest of them. "Food will be prepared shortly. Until then, feel free to make yourself comfortable."

My eyes setting on the girl in the shadows - who is now sitting down in one of the few chairs, carefully distanced from Katie, who seems to be picking her next fight- I remember what it was I intended to do before our newest member walked in. I head over to her, cautiously, not wanting to start things off on the wrong foot, and introduce myself.

"I'm Brent Sawyers. Welcome to the Haven." I study her. "Do you have something I could call you by?"

Shanaya Dranda

As he walked away I mouthed a string of swear words at him. Then I turned and said to the chic that started to fight me, "Next time it shall be you who is caught off-guard." and then I walked away, with my head held high.
"Don't mess with her." I heard one of the guys say once I was on the other side of the room. I shook my head and laughed.
"Got that damn right!" I yelled over to them.

Katie-

" Realmente no sé cuántos años es usted, pero no me importa si intenta me ha dolido porque no lo puede hacer...." I mumbled to myself. I crossed my arms and looked at that 'ten year old girl' with bleach blonde hair. "hola, What's your name?" I asked laughing.

Alisa:

"So, what are you in for?" I asked her, offering her my cigar, which she took hesitantly.

"I have a pretty long history." She winked, "If you know what I mean."

"I don't think I do," I pursed my lips. After a pause, "What are we supposed to be doing here. This is so unprofessional."

"You used to this kinda stuff princessa? What did you do, steal a box of cookies eh?"

"Enough with the that." I told her flatly, adjusting my plaid school uniform skirt. I searched for Isaac or his compatriot in an effort to figure out what we were supposed to be doing. I would like to reinforce the exterior and set up some measure of defense if I was going to stay here for an extended period of time, perhaps I'd propose this when they told us the plan.

Katie-

"Sí, ¿qué hacemos aquí?- Yeah What do we do here?" I asked, hoping someone would answer me.

Brent

Sighing, I tend to the two girls asking the questions.

"Just make yourselves comfortable." I answer. "After the food is prepared, I will explain everything to the whole group."

Tully
Meredith pulled his kukri from the bag and began to sharpen it with long broad strokes with honing steel. This was it? He thought with disgust. I broke out of prison for this? Sure people would have tried to kill him in jail but at least it was relatively clean there and food was on offer, instead of what looked like a rat in one of the guy's jackets. Tully glanced across at the others, two of them had just finished fighting like spoilt children a moment ago, though one was a child so it could hardly be helped. If Tully had his way she would not have been there, the big hulking man may kill people for his own pleasure but he objected to having children near crime on some moral level that existed somewhere in his twisted code. He heard one of the leaders tell the older girl that food was being prepared. Great. Rat stew? Rat pie? Rat casserole? The possibilities were endless. Tully snorted, making a few of the others look at them in an odd way. A couple of them might make for a worthy hunt but the majority seemed like cowards or weaklings to Tully.
"What's on the menu then?"