Brookeira, thank you for including me! Also, Curio, it's okay. You can change your charrie a little if you want, if not, that's good too.

Hi, this is Brookeira… we can start later. 

Is it OK if you make an Uptowner instead?

We have plenty of Downtowners. Also, your character is a lot like mine and other characters in this RP.  (A Mafia/being orphaned or something like it/tougher downtowner)

You don't have to, I'd just prefer it. 

Before Jack-a-Nat left, she seemed pretty excited about this RP. I hope that it doesn't die.

Top!

Hi, can we start soon? I don't want to be the person who starts, but I'm SUPER excited for this.

(This is written by Elmodaisy. Enjoy and keep calm and RP!) 

Cleo~

I skirt through the alleys. You really have to watch your back, now, because the blackout is only a few days away and everyone is getting agitated. More dangerous people lurk the alleys, and they can get really bold. I see movement and freeze out of instinct. There is someone and I just stupidly walked in on him, or her. The figure walks a few feet: then stops. It repeats the movement several times till it seems to find something. Then, it literally just disappears. Overcome with curiosity, all my instincts screaming, turn around and run, I walk carefully up to where the figure disappeared. Nothing there. Just wall. Or so it seems. I know too much about hideouts and hidden walls and even fake walls; so I probe, poke, and prod the wall until I find an uneven ledge, barely different from the rest of the wall. I give it a tug and a trap door beneath my feet opens. Oh no. I tumbledown into the darkness, above me I can see the wall closing. I hit soft grass, which somewhat cushions my drop. I am tough, so a little tumble doesn't bother me. Lanterns light the way through a passageway; with nowhere else to go, I follow it, carefully treading as quietly as possible. I peer around a corner. There the figure is again! I hate to do it, but I have to follow this thing and hope it takes me out of this hideout. Inwardly, I Curse myself for my curiosity. I am reminded of that old quote, "Curiosity killed the cat," well, I'm not dead yet. Suddenly, the figure turns a corner. I sprint to follow it, when it jumps out at me. "Aargh-"! It claps a hand over my mouth and hisses, "Shut up! Who are you? Why are you following me?" It gives me a rough shake. "Well? Answer me!" It slaps me, hard. I spit out blood, and hastily cry, "I am… Er… Kimberly Flanders?" "Liar. I can always tell when someone lies. Tell me the truth; you have one more chance." He raises his hand again to strike me. "Alright, alright! I am Cleo Hartsworth, I didn't mean to follow you- well, I accidentally got stuck down here, and was hoping you'd go out so I could follow you. I don't know who you are or what you're up to, and don't want to know. Just let me go and I won't fight you." "Ha! Fight me!" He pulled off his hood so I could see his face; he's younger than I thought, only about 15 or so. Around my age: I'm only 14. He has dark brown hair with weird red dye at the tips. And the hardest, dark brown eyes I have ever seen. And I've seen a ton of cruel faces. "Fight me!" He says again. "I am the best fighter you are ever gonna come across. Ever heard of an Italian guy named Thomas? Well, you've just met him. And this is MY hideout, and you are just a puny girl that is sticking her nose where it shouldn't be." I am getting angry. I will not let him mock me. I punch him in the face, and take advantage of his shock and pain to sprint away down a empty hallway. "Now you are gonna be sorry!" He yells. I hear footsteps pounding after me. I make several turns, and gradually his footsteps die away. Into complete silence. This silence is worse than Thomas' taunts and footsteps. I expect any minute that he will jump out at me. And I have to face it; I am hopelessly lost. The best thing to do is keep moving, I reflected. So i walk around the hallways. I see a room, it looks like; anyway, it is lighted and I am tired of stumbling around in the darkness so I head right for it. "You came to join me again. How pleased I am." Says a cruel, smooth voice. Thomas grips my arms. "Look who I found snooping around. What should we do with her?" Asks Thomas to a room of bandits, thieves, robbers, and who knows what else. 

(Anyone can choose to be in the room with Thomas and Cleo; go ahead! Ashlee, sorry if this controls your Charrie too much. if you want to, you can just make a quick post that Thomas let her go or something. Also, anyone! Feel free to RP as Cleo.) 

Petite~

While everyone prepares for the blackout, I lie in my bed in misery. The put me in here, and I can't get out. Don't they understand that I can wheel around and help out? I mean they, as in Mom and Dad. They lock everything up and hide the valuables. I call for Maid to put me in my wheelchair: I need fresh air. Maid comes and does as I wish. I touch the key in my pocket to make sure it is there. It is. I unlock the door that leads from my bedroom to outside, wheel outside, and lock the door. I wheel in circles outside. Then, someone grabs my wheelchair and gives me a shot. 3, 2, 1, I black out.

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IMPORTANT!:

Anyone can be that person. I want to say that they steal my key and put me in a random part of the city. The blackout happens, and I have to get back. 

@Elmodaisy, I don't really think you understand what I think the mafia are like… the boss would have all of the money, and he wouldn't spend it on stuff like trapdoors. The hideout would be something like a dark alleyway that even the toughest wouldn't go into, with five guards and three passwords to get in. Sorry.

Jenevieve:

10 o' clock. My eyelids are heavy.

I have a duty, a job: guard this alleyway from intruders. The boys are selling weapons to some Looters who are going to be Looting during the blackout; as long as we trust them enough, they can have the weapons.

One man buying weapons is wearing a strange gas mask. He makes me nervous.

He fingers a knife that he just purchased before stabbing the man in the gut.

I feel sick, but I can't gasp; it will give away my position.

I feel my head swim. It's just like when da' died…

I faint behind a group of trash cans, losing consciousness as the sun sets.

I wake and check my watch.

3:01.

I pale. What have I done?