Post by Li-Tan Mei on Dec 5, 2012 1:29:30 GMT -5
c h a r a c t e r i n f o
b a s i c s
name; Mei Li-Tan
alias; Metro
gang residence; Empyrean
occupation; None
alignment; Neutral Evil
age; 28
DoB; July 19th
sexual orientation; Asexual/Unknown
face claim; Li Xiaolu
physical description; -doesn't write anything here cause this sassy lady is perfect-
family;
Fa Li-Tan - Father - Deceased
Fa was once the leader of a mafia-esque grouping in the city mei was raised, Nicknamed Virus due to the way it spread through the system. With a bounty of followers, Fa owned more than 70% of the city of 7 million and had a hand in all but the quietest monetary dealings. He was consistent in keeping the government out of his dealings, thanks to perfectly timed political assassinations. He was obsessed with money and ownership and passed this trait on to his family. The city was bent on archaic gender roles that women were of no use whatsoever, But fa thought outside of this and Raised both his children as possible heirs, should one be unable to take over. He was assassinated by rebel insiders.
Zhao Li-Tan - Brother - Deceased
Mei remembers very little of Zhao outside of training. He was a few years older, cocky, and keeping in line with the roles of the city, the primary heir to his father's fortune. He was assasinated alongside his father.
Huan zu - Adoptive brother/son - Status unknown
As one of the abandoned street kids in the nameless city Huan was a bad case of "Knew way too much" And children like himself had very large mouths. So huan was taken in by the Li-tan family as Fa's adoptive son and a look ahead at a new generation of heir. With a master as strict as Fa had been, the boy became obedient, like a well trained dog, but for his safety, on mei's request, he was not present on dangerous accounts. Mei had taken a keen, particular interest in Huan and treated him as if she was her own son, rather than a street boy. He was taken to an undisclosed location during the assassination, and the sheer fear and uncertainty of what may have happened to her last remaining family is ultimately what snapped her.
friends; None to speak of
likes; Like her father she is obsessed with wealth and social status as well as spotlighting and shattering gender roles, she is however not a feminist, she can't bring herself to care about people as a collective.
She is comfortable with alleyways more so than main, busy streets and much prefers to stay hidden.
When confronted she wields a patronizing tone like a beloved weapon
She has a strong attraction to Pathogens and retains a strong belief that a strong, airborne virus could cure a lot of stupid people of their lives.
She has an interest and talent in hand to hand combat and parkour, though she is still unaware the latter has a word. She loves a good fight
She likes a casual drink and is slowly becoming accustomed to these newfangled drinks she's never had at home.
She likes the concept of a birds eye view. High balconies, rooftops. Anywhere where a good view of the street comes easily.
dislikes; People. Plain and simple she is not a social being. Her tone becomes cold (And is therefore always cold) when she is addressed. She has never felt a real connection between herself and another, with the one time exception of huan. One time.
Distance weaponry. Here's looking at you, guns. Shes no stranger to.... Human mortality and finds a quick and easy distance fight a waste of a fight. She claims to be able to feel the life leaving the body.
SPENDING money. She has an immense fortune at her disposal but can't be bothered to spend a dime. It's much easier to steal a wallet from a casual passerby in nice clothes then it is to part with something she already has.
Of all things, Mei is absolutely terrified Of complete darkness, or as much as the eye can detect. She was raised on alleyways and streetlights and has no bearings without them. She hates being out of the city for the same reason.
She despises winter because it's a thing that exists and being suave and sassy and balanced like a feral pussycat is not a thing that happens in winter clothes on ice.
strengths; Mei is immensely quick and light on her feet, and possesses an incredible threshold of pain, particularly in a confrontation. She could have an open, bleeding amputated arm and would probably just keep beating an adversary with said arm until THEY cried home to mama or SHE passed out from blood loss.
That said however, her agility would probably prevent that arm coming off in the first place.
She is fiercely independent and does not need or play nice with others. She has a sharp mind and a high capability of critical thinking and on the spot schematics. She possesses a natural leadership quality, and no shame or hesitance in telling people what to do.
weaknesses; She is severely under-educated. She was pulled from a public school in china years before graduation. She was raised close to her family and grew to learn only what was necessary to get by. She is worldly impaired, having little hints or knowledge of the role outside her city. English to her is the most foreign it could be, and despite picking it up quickly over extended time, her mind requires a longer processing time.
She has a hyper-extended idea of her own mortality. Not so much she believes she's invincible, but rather that it would take a lot more than it really would.
Mei just has this really terrible habit of stabbing people who irk her, or stand next to her
She is unfamiliar with consequences and this leads her into tight squicks. She doesn't own the city anymore.
She doesn't play well with others.
There is forever this nagging feeling at the back of her mind that she abandoned her 'son' and dishonoured her family by leaving the city, though she can't mentally pinpoint this feeling and cannot explain it. She is left with a sense of unstifleable longing, but of what she doesn't know.
personality; Mei is eternally cold and irritable, and almost cocky in her own way. She holds herself in a divine position and Portray many of the people around her as expendable and therefore does not treat them as people or care about their well-being.
She is very opinionated and stubborn against conflicting criticism.
She takes her taskings very seriously and the lord help anyone who thinks its wise to veer her off course.
A trait inherited from her father directly, Mei is money hungry to the highest degree. Despite bringing a good fortune with her, she's reduced to pick pocketing and (rigged) gambling on a belief that every dime should belong to her.
Though quick to engage in a physical dispute, her 'short-fuse' lasts a little longer than most. Like cat and mouse, she plays with her food, a condescending yet almost suave vocals to match.
To tease
To toy
To distract
To strike
Her motives are purely based on ownership. She wants the power she left behind. To weasel the floorboards out from under major figures and own everything they built.
She is parasitic that way, stealing from a host until there's nothing left and moving on.
She gets pretty tired of being angry all the time, but that's nothing an encounter with stupid people can't fix. If she's alone or in the presence of minimal idiocy she's a lot.... Calmer (?) and maybe personable... In that t doesn't hurt as much.
If you can believe it, she does mainly have self restraint.
She's not evil. Everyone else is just really stupid and inconvenient.
history; once upon a time there was a really cute little girl, who was this absolute angel. Her father was tough and her mother had gone missing. Her brother was a brat, but they loved each other a lot.
The girl's name was Mei.
No I'm serious.
Lets start from the beginning.
Some brilliant, radical religious architect, found a large patch of land in middle-of-nowhere-esque southeastern China. He claimed it, and built a city with some other folks. Collectively they believed that they needed to build a wall around the city to keep the normal people from interacting from the local gods. He named this city after the great guardian Jinlong and erected an entire courtyard outside the only entrance, hoping to attract the guardian to bless this perfect city. He didn't, and the name eventually died. The city was so isolated, they had no contact with the outside and lived off of only what they could produce.
The problem with cities and walls was...well... They don't get along. They fight. With limited space and a growing population the city was forced to grow upward rather than outward. And the people were forbidden to leave.
So they entertained themselves by fighting with each other and playing real-life monopoly with a bonus feature.
A mafia.
Now this mafia was pretty tame for a while until a sickly old man died and the rights to this power were passed on to a brown-eyed smirk. He went by Fa.
From day one he built this mafia to ultimately undesirable levels. People referred to it as the Li-Tan virus because of the way it infected the city, spread and made the people sick with poverty. He sold loans to struggling people in exchange for their workable family members. It was all over when the heirs of the largest companies were sold to the virus as...collateral.
This made a lot of people very upset so they snuck into some bad territory and assassinated Fa Li-Tan. For good measure they assassinated his son,too. They had enough morals to not kill the cute little kid, but they were just cruel enough to think that it was a super idea to dishonour Fa in his death and sell his pretty little daughter, Mei, to the sex trade.
That was all women were useful for right? Sure.
The city rejoiced that the virus was finally eradicated.
The first gentlemen who thought she's be a pretty nice thing to touch developed a really bad case of death by bleeding from the jugular and significant lack of genitals.
And no one saw this Mei girl again. But suddenly they were really poor again.
Mei took on a slightly more resourceful path and took up her fathers business again. She called herself metro as a pseudonym, and learned to really hate people. Through a few connections she got a hold if something that she figured would have her avoid the same fare as her father.
A hostile bio form. Initially intended to be the next big thing in anaesthesia.... Gone wrong.
And a vaccine for it, which she kept to herself. It was a little bit active, and warped her mind and dulled her capacity to care about things like morals and not killing people. So that cute little baby grew up to be a homicidal maniac.
You must be so proud, Fa.
This bio form of hers was pretty much her only friend ever that she remembered. It targeted the nervous system. Except.... Oops. It clung onto the central nervous system and didn't feel like letting go. So a lot of people stopped caring about a lot of things and became these rut-digging zombies and Mei got away with this really nicely. There were some side affects to this virus, nausea, fever, headache, reduced desire to breathe.
And resistance.
And said resistant people kind of meshed together in a united desire to kill this batty wench.
So she kind of just strolled out of the city because she was convinced she could live among the gods. Which didn't exist and she kind of wandered far enough out somehow and hit Hong Kong in the face.
But she had enough of this Asian business, jumped a boat and ended up in duplicity.
Seemed violent enough for her. She settled in nicely and still hits people.
And is kind of carrying a semi active airborne virus. Being really weak and loopy though, they don't have anything to worry about.
We think.
(This is so derpy, but the point is made, right?)
rp sample; (I might write a more relevant one, as this is a sample plucked from her original plotline)
Mei's skin rippled. It was like the a rush of cold air against exposed skin, without the effect of cool. Like pain or a distant feeling of fear without a direct physical or emotional response on the being. An outward glance showed a dreary grey sky, it's perfect industrial smog blanket in perfect harmony with the lifeless people.
Not people... Things that littered the ground. the same exact steps from everyone, barely noticing the flow of blood that drained in the street more readily than rainwater. The blood of a fallen soldier. Of resistance.
The resistance was drawn to death like the proverbial flies to honey. Faster, maybe as they tried to clean the streets. A sick grin of malice lined Mei's face. She got everything she wanted, always, and without even trying. A death. Gunshot, stab wound, an up close and personal swift break of the useless neck if she was feeling a bit frisky and the joy of a show, watching the resistance piss their pants over another dead nobody.
But they forgot who owns the streets. Who created these lifeless beings and hollow eyes that begged for the swift release of death.
She did them a favor, those sick, resistant bastards just meddled.
Her deeply pleasing thoughts were interrupted by the sound of wood on wood as the door flew open uninvited and the intruder was very narrowly spared a bleeding heart from a narrow blade that came flying with pinpoint accuracy. The man looked startled as it breezed by his cheek, but not entirely surprised.
Stage one resistance; Carriers.
Carriers got the injectible virus, the one semi-open for resistance. They felt a dulled sense of pain and ethics, enough to reflect consideration of human mortality, but not so much to make them sandbags and chew toys. And still expendable, considering their hearts still beat and they were no more worth than Meat shields, and Scouts.
"There's a group tearing down the main market street. They seem to be mainly resistant, but the way their leader is slaughtering the streeters makes it clear they're not on either side" His broad mouth closed and remained silent like a relay tape run out of message. Mei pondered the mans words, rolled them around on her tongue as a woman hopped in, a grin of sickening pride and blood lust etching her face as she stopped merely an inch in front of the man, a competitive extra step and took a deep breath in through her nose for emphasis.
"They smell like outsiders" She said, the excitement pseudo-stifled in her voice. Mei froze on the spot, lowered her hands in a moment of stressed calm. The man saw it first and dumb shock etched onto his paralyzed face. The woman recoiled slightly and in tandem their virus addled minds did the only primal thing It knew how.
Countdown.
3...
2...
1...
"And they're still ALIVE?" Mei wailed, Pinning the blame on them. "You Know this," She had the man in a fierce grip of both collars, pulling it to a choking tight with a sharp twist "you fucking know this and your first instinct is to report here. You idiots, they should be dead." With a single, surreal, fluid motion she threw the choking sandbag of a man to the ground, pulling the lodged blade from the door and throwing it , un-looking in the woman's direction and running straight out the door.
-----
Following a trail of blood isn't hard if you're familiar with it. The fresh sight of spatter and drag of a recently collected body, no more than a few steps from another in either direction. But there... two blocks down, a wiry man dragging a body much more that he could handle out of the gutter. Young resistance recruit on dusk cleanup.
It was too fast. Her feet barely touched the ground as she came at him, passing right past, but a swift hook of the hand threw him forcefully to ground she saw the blood first before she heard the scream and a well-placed foot shoved firmly into the ribcage and the associating, sickening snap of broken bones confirmed he wouldn't live to see the sun set completely.
She knew her direction now. Follow the bodies.
Alleyways made great cover, she was none so stupid as to stroll up to a group of rouge, violent outsiders and expected to be welcomed with open arms. Nope. No fun in that anyway.
When the sun finally set it set fast, and this one was to her advantage. She didn't make much noise, but the shuffling of steps on the cold concrete below her feet would give keen ears something to listen to. And she ould sill perch quietly on a stranger's dirty balcony as the mob-group of people walked right by her.
Her with a clear view of men under streetlamps
Them, none the wiser about her very existence.
Hoping to partake in your culture and possibly rule over you and yet here you are, posing no resistance.
A laugh escaped her nose. A comment like that was worth at least one life, whoever these people were. With a single, stable hand a small blade was thrown from her position on a low balcony landing with a definitive Shing through the skull of one of the group. He pauses. almost waiting for a second before crumpling to the ground.
"Resistance isn't taken too kindly here" She said sharply. She could feel the attention move straight to her voice, but it was already gone. She dropped from the low ledge, the dead streeter she landed on muted her landing and she darted across the roadway in a strip of dark.
"Then again..." She called from a different position, shrouded in the alleyway, before darting again, standing wistfully behind the dark portion of distracted men. Quick, in an effortless sprint she was behind a stray man, like a lion on a young, wounded wildebeest. And with a satisfying snap of the neck he was put out of his misery.
"Neither are outsiders" She was running again, a euphoric grin of absolute insanity as he disappeared down an alleyway, up an escape ladder.
"What do you want with This place, outsiders?"
b a s i c s
name; Mei Li-Tan
alias; Metro
gang residence; Empyrean
occupation; None
alignment; Neutral Evil
age; 28
DoB; July 19th
sexual orientation; Asexual/Unknown
face claim; Li Xiaolu
physical description; -doesn't write anything here cause this sassy lady is perfect-
family;
Fa Li-Tan - Father - Deceased
Fa was once the leader of a mafia-esque grouping in the city mei was raised, Nicknamed Virus due to the way it spread through the system. With a bounty of followers, Fa owned more than 70% of the city of 7 million and had a hand in all but the quietest monetary dealings. He was consistent in keeping the government out of his dealings, thanks to perfectly timed political assassinations. He was obsessed with money and ownership and passed this trait on to his family. The city was bent on archaic gender roles that women were of no use whatsoever, But fa thought outside of this and Raised both his children as possible heirs, should one be unable to take over. He was assassinated by rebel insiders.
Zhao Li-Tan - Brother - Deceased
Mei remembers very little of Zhao outside of training. He was a few years older, cocky, and keeping in line with the roles of the city, the primary heir to his father's fortune. He was assasinated alongside his father.
Huan zu - Adoptive brother/son - Status unknown
As one of the abandoned street kids in the nameless city Huan was a bad case of "Knew way too much" And children like himself had very large mouths. So huan was taken in by the Li-tan family as Fa's adoptive son and a look ahead at a new generation of heir. With a master as strict as Fa had been, the boy became obedient, like a well trained dog, but for his safety, on mei's request, he was not present on dangerous accounts. Mei had taken a keen, particular interest in Huan and treated him as if she was her own son, rather than a street boy. He was taken to an undisclosed location during the assassination, and the sheer fear and uncertainty of what may have happened to her last remaining family is ultimately what snapped her.
friends; None to speak of
likes; Like her father she is obsessed with wealth and social status as well as spotlighting and shattering gender roles, she is however not a feminist, she can't bring herself to care about people as a collective.
She is comfortable with alleyways more so than main, busy streets and much prefers to stay hidden.
When confronted she wields a patronizing tone like a beloved weapon
She has a strong attraction to Pathogens and retains a strong belief that a strong, airborne virus could cure a lot of stupid people of their lives.
She has an interest and talent in hand to hand combat and parkour, though she is still unaware the latter has a word. She loves a good fight
She likes a casual drink and is slowly becoming accustomed to these newfangled drinks she's never had at home.
She likes the concept of a birds eye view. High balconies, rooftops. Anywhere where a good view of the street comes easily.
dislikes; People. Plain and simple she is not a social being. Her tone becomes cold (And is therefore always cold) when she is addressed. She has never felt a real connection between herself and another, with the one time exception of huan. One time.
Distance weaponry. Here's looking at you, guns. Shes no stranger to.... Human mortality and finds a quick and easy distance fight a waste of a fight. She claims to be able to feel the life leaving the body.
SPENDING money. She has an immense fortune at her disposal but can't be bothered to spend a dime. It's much easier to steal a wallet from a casual passerby in nice clothes then it is to part with something she already has.
Of all things, Mei is absolutely terrified Of complete darkness, or as much as the eye can detect. She was raised on alleyways and streetlights and has no bearings without them. She hates being out of the city for the same reason.
She despises winter because it's a thing that exists and being suave and sassy and balanced like a feral pussycat is not a thing that happens in winter clothes on ice.
strengths; Mei is immensely quick and light on her feet, and possesses an incredible threshold of pain, particularly in a confrontation. She could have an open, bleeding amputated arm and would probably just keep beating an adversary with said arm until THEY cried home to mama or SHE passed out from blood loss.
That said however, her agility would probably prevent that arm coming off in the first place.
She is fiercely independent and does not need or play nice with others. She has a sharp mind and a high capability of critical thinking and on the spot schematics. She possesses a natural leadership quality, and no shame or hesitance in telling people what to do.
weaknesses; She is severely under-educated. She was pulled from a public school in china years before graduation. She was raised close to her family and grew to learn only what was necessary to get by. She is worldly impaired, having little hints or knowledge of the role outside her city. English to her is the most foreign it could be, and despite picking it up quickly over extended time, her mind requires a longer processing time.
She has a hyper-extended idea of her own mortality. Not so much she believes she's invincible, but rather that it would take a lot more than it really would.
She is unfamiliar with consequences and this leads her into tight squicks. She doesn't own the city anymore.
She doesn't play well with others.
There is forever this nagging feeling at the back of her mind that she abandoned her 'son' and dishonoured her family by leaving the city, though she can't mentally pinpoint this feeling and cannot explain it. She is left with a sense of unstifleable longing, but of what she doesn't know.
personality; Mei is eternally cold and irritable, and almost cocky in her own way. She holds herself in a divine position and Portray many of the people around her as expendable and therefore does not treat them as people or care about their well-being.
She is very opinionated and stubborn against conflicting criticism.
She takes her taskings very seriously and the lord help anyone who thinks its wise to veer her off course.
A trait inherited from her father directly, Mei is money hungry to the highest degree. Despite bringing a good fortune with her, she's reduced to pick pocketing and (rigged) gambling on a belief that every dime should belong to her.
Though quick to engage in a physical dispute, her 'short-fuse' lasts a little longer than most. Like cat and mouse, she plays with her food, a condescending yet almost suave vocals to match.
To tease
To toy
To distract
To strike
Her motives are purely based on ownership. She wants the power she left behind. To weasel the floorboards out from under major figures and own everything they built.
She is parasitic that way, stealing from a host until there's nothing left and moving on.
She gets pretty tired of being angry all the time, but that's nothing an encounter with stupid people can't fix. If she's alone or in the presence of minimal idiocy she's a lot.... Calmer (?) and maybe personable... In that t doesn't hurt as much.
If you can believe it, she does mainly have self restraint.
She's not evil. Everyone else is just really stupid and inconvenient.
history; once upon a time there was a really cute little girl, who was this absolute angel. Her father was tough and her mother had gone missing. Her brother was a brat, but they loved each other a lot.
The girl's name was Mei.
No I'm serious.
Lets start from the beginning.
Some brilliant, radical religious architect, found a large patch of land in middle-of-nowhere-esque southeastern China. He claimed it, and built a city with some other folks. Collectively they believed that they needed to build a wall around the city to keep the normal people from interacting from the local gods. He named this city after the great guardian Jinlong and erected an entire courtyard outside the only entrance, hoping to attract the guardian to bless this perfect city. He didn't, and the name eventually died. The city was so isolated, they had no contact with the outside and lived off of only what they could produce.
The problem with cities and walls was...well... They don't get along. They fight. With limited space and a growing population the city was forced to grow upward rather than outward. And the people were forbidden to leave.
So they entertained themselves by fighting with each other and playing real-life monopoly with a bonus feature.
A mafia.
Now this mafia was pretty tame for a while until a sickly old man died and the rights to this power were passed on to a brown-eyed smirk. He went by Fa.
From day one he built this mafia to ultimately undesirable levels. People referred to it as the Li-Tan virus because of the way it infected the city, spread and made the people sick with poverty. He sold loans to struggling people in exchange for their workable family members. It was all over when the heirs of the largest companies were sold to the virus as...collateral.
This made a lot of people very upset so they snuck into some bad territory and assassinated Fa Li-Tan. For good measure they assassinated his son,too. They had enough morals to not kill the cute little kid, but they were just cruel enough to think that it was a super idea to dishonour Fa in his death and sell his pretty little daughter, Mei, to the sex trade.
That was all women were useful for right? Sure.
The city rejoiced that the virus was finally eradicated.
The first gentlemen who thought she's be a pretty nice thing to touch developed a really bad case of death by bleeding from the jugular and significant lack of genitals.
And no one saw this Mei girl again. But suddenly they were really poor again.
Mei took on a slightly more resourceful path and took up her fathers business again. She called herself metro as a pseudonym, and learned to really hate people. Through a few connections she got a hold if something that she figured would have her avoid the same fare as her father.
A hostile bio form. Initially intended to be the next big thing in anaesthesia.... Gone wrong.
And a vaccine for it, which she kept to herself. It was a little bit active, and warped her mind and dulled her capacity to care about things like morals and not killing people. So that cute little baby grew up to be a homicidal maniac.
You must be so proud, Fa.
This bio form of hers was pretty much her only friend ever that she remembered. It targeted the nervous system. Except.... Oops. It clung onto the central nervous system and didn't feel like letting go. So a lot of people stopped caring about a lot of things and became these rut-digging zombies and Mei got away with this really nicely. There were some side affects to this virus, nausea, fever, headache, reduced desire to breathe.
And resistance.
And said resistant people kind of meshed together in a united desire to kill this batty wench.
So she kind of just strolled out of the city because she was convinced she could live among the gods. Which didn't exist and she kind of wandered far enough out somehow and hit Hong Kong in the face.
But she had enough of this Asian business, jumped a boat and ended up in duplicity.
Seemed violent enough for her. She settled in nicely and still hits people.
And is kind of carrying a semi active airborne virus. Being really weak and loopy though, they don't have anything to worry about.
We think.
(This is so derpy, but the point is made, right?)
rp sample; (I might write a more relevant one, as this is a sample plucked from her original plotline)
Mei's skin rippled. It was like the a rush of cold air against exposed skin, without the effect of cool. Like pain or a distant feeling of fear without a direct physical or emotional response on the being. An outward glance showed a dreary grey sky, it's perfect industrial smog blanket in perfect harmony with the lifeless people.
Not people... Things that littered the ground. the same exact steps from everyone, barely noticing the flow of blood that drained in the street more readily than rainwater. The blood of a fallen soldier. Of resistance.
The resistance was drawn to death like the proverbial flies to honey. Faster, maybe as they tried to clean the streets. A sick grin of malice lined Mei's face. She got everything she wanted, always, and without even trying. A death. Gunshot, stab wound, an up close and personal swift break of the useless neck if she was feeling a bit frisky and the joy of a show, watching the resistance piss their pants over another dead nobody.
But they forgot who owns the streets. Who created these lifeless beings and hollow eyes that begged for the swift release of death.
She did them a favor, those sick, resistant bastards just meddled.
Her deeply pleasing thoughts were interrupted by the sound of wood on wood as the door flew open uninvited and the intruder was very narrowly spared a bleeding heart from a narrow blade that came flying with pinpoint accuracy. The man looked startled as it breezed by his cheek, but not entirely surprised.
Stage one resistance; Carriers.
Carriers got the injectible virus, the one semi-open for resistance. They felt a dulled sense of pain and ethics, enough to reflect consideration of human mortality, but not so much to make them sandbags and chew toys. And still expendable, considering their hearts still beat and they were no more worth than Meat shields, and Scouts.
"There's a group tearing down the main market street. They seem to be mainly resistant, but the way their leader is slaughtering the streeters makes it clear they're not on either side" His broad mouth closed and remained silent like a relay tape run out of message. Mei pondered the mans words, rolled them around on her tongue as a woman hopped in, a grin of sickening pride and blood lust etching her face as she stopped merely an inch in front of the man, a competitive extra step and took a deep breath in through her nose for emphasis.
"They smell like outsiders" She said, the excitement pseudo-stifled in her voice. Mei froze on the spot, lowered her hands in a moment of stressed calm. The man saw it first and dumb shock etched onto his paralyzed face. The woman recoiled slightly and in tandem their virus addled minds did the only primal thing It knew how.
Countdown.
3...
2...
1...
"And they're still ALIVE?" Mei wailed, Pinning the blame on them. "You Know this," She had the man in a fierce grip of both collars, pulling it to a choking tight with a sharp twist "you fucking know this and your first instinct is to report here. You idiots, they should be dead." With a single, surreal, fluid motion she threw the choking sandbag of a man to the ground, pulling the lodged blade from the door and throwing it , un-looking in the woman's direction and running straight out the door.
-----
Following a trail of blood isn't hard if you're familiar with it. The fresh sight of spatter and drag of a recently collected body, no more than a few steps from another in either direction. But there... two blocks down, a wiry man dragging a body much more that he could handle out of the gutter. Young resistance recruit on dusk cleanup.
It was too fast. Her feet barely touched the ground as she came at him, passing right past, but a swift hook of the hand threw him forcefully to ground she saw the blood first before she heard the scream and a well-placed foot shoved firmly into the ribcage and the associating, sickening snap of broken bones confirmed he wouldn't live to see the sun set completely.
She knew her direction now. Follow the bodies.
Alleyways made great cover, she was none so stupid as to stroll up to a group of rouge, violent outsiders and expected to be welcomed with open arms. Nope. No fun in that anyway.
When the sun finally set it set fast, and this one was to her advantage. She didn't make much noise, but the shuffling of steps on the cold concrete below her feet would give keen ears something to listen to. And she ould sill perch quietly on a stranger's dirty balcony as the mob-group of people walked right by her.
Her with a clear view of men under streetlamps
Them, none the wiser about her very existence.
Hoping to partake in your culture and possibly rule over you and yet here you are, posing no resistance.
A laugh escaped her nose. A comment like that was worth at least one life, whoever these people were. With a single, stable hand a small blade was thrown from her position on a low balcony landing with a definitive Shing through the skull of one of the group. He pauses. almost waiting for a second before crumpling to the ground.
"Resistance isn't taken too kindly here" She said sharply. She could feel the attention move straight to her voice, but it was already gone. She dropped from the low ledge, the dead streeter she landed on muted her landing and she darted across the roadway in a strip of dark.
"Then again..." She called from a different position, shrouded in the alleyway, before darting again, standing wistfully behind the dark portion of distracted men. Quick, in an effortless sprint she was behind a stray man, like a lion on a young, wounded wildebeest. And with a satisfying snap of the neck he was put out of his misery.
"Neither are outsiders" She was running again, a euphoric grin of absolute insanity as he disappeared down an alleyway, up an escape ladder.
"What do you want with This place, outsiders?"