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Quinn walked between two vine covered cars, grass brushing his ankles. He kept low, crouching between them so he wasn't seen by anything or anyone. Right now he really didn't want to attract any attention to him what so ever. His body was weak with hunger, he hadn't eaten in days, and he was also very dehydrated, licking his cracked lips before he stopped moving, sitting down between another car and a large tuck. He was trying to make it to small area of water he knew off under a broken down bus. He glanced through the opening where the doors on the car would have been. When he didn't see anyone for a long way off where the little communities where. He ran across a patch of open ground before he made it to the buss, climbing onto it and then forcing what was left of the doors closed behind him. Most of the seats had been removed, leaving a large bar spot in the back with a large hole in the bottom of the bus. Quinn set down his back on the ground beside a seat near the front of the bus that hadn't been removed before edging his way towards the whole.
Crouching down he then laid on his stomach beside the whole, a long piece of rope hanging over the edge that was tied to a rusty pull. Slowly he pulled the rope up, bring up the bucket that was attached to it as well. He smiled as he brought it up, gazing at the cool water in it as he tipped it back into his mouth, taking long drink before he lowered the bucket back down. Quinn rolled away from whole in the floor and then scooted over to the seat he had laid his bag by. He crawled under it, using his bag as a pillow and set his head down, pulling out a small book that had sketched maps he had made in it. He added what he had found while he had been on his small trip around the ruins. His stomach growled, reminding him that soon he'd have to look for food somewhere. He didn't care what it was right now, only that he needed some, all of his animal instincts told him to shift and find food as an animal. It would be easier but he was terrified of loosing himself so, like always he willed himself to resist the temptation.
Crouching down he then laid on his stomach beside the whole, a long piece of rope hanging over the edge that was tied to a rusty pull. Slowly he pulled the rope up, bring up the bucket that was attached to it as well. He smiled as he brought it up, gazing at the cool water in it as he tipped it back into his mouth, taking long drink before he lowered the bucket back down. Quinn rolled away from whole in the floor and then scooted over to the seat he had laid his bag by. He crawled under it, using his bag as a pillow and set his head down, pulling out a small book that had sketched maps he had made in it. He added what he had found while he had been on his small trip around the ruins. His stomach growled, reminding him that soon he'd have to look for food somewhere. He didn't care what it was right now, only that he needed some, all of his animal instincts told him to shift and find food as an animal. It would be easier but he was terrified of loosing himself so, like always he willed himself to resist the temptation.

Nine years, it had been nine long years since the death of his mother, nine lonely years since abandoning his brother Alastair, and it was nine horrific years running from certain death and honing his abilities. All of it was beginning to take its toll on Ajax Harris, a nineteen year old mutant with nothing much to live for anymore. Nothing much more then finding his brother and killing a few Hunters on the way.
Which is why Ajax found himself in the Wastelands, on his way to the Norgate Mall, he was running low on supplies and was looking to restock. Slowly, he made his way though the thick vegetation, the only sound was the near silent crunch of grass under his feet. On his last Norgate run, Ajax had found, among the empty packaging of forgotten products, a pair of dark green cantons with long, thick, adjustable straps on them, which caused Ajax almost to smile. Since his last one as sitting in Mortus Ora somewhere with a Hunter's bullet hole through it. The cars around these parts were heavily covered in a blanket of dust, so Ajax pulled the blue bandana that he wore around his neck up to cover his nose and mouth. Knowing that if he breathed in the dust, his weaker lungs wouldn't be able to stop coughing, and he didn't really feel like drawing every Hunter in the area to him.
At this moment, Ajax had his slender frame pressed up against a car, knowing this place was filled with refugees that don't believe in the sanctuary and don't have much love for mutants.
((I'll post tomorrow after school. Right now I have a splitting headache though :( ))
Quinn woke from his silent nap to a slight change in the breeze, or maybe in the mood of it some how. He was in high alert as he laid there under the bus seat, as still as he possibly could for a few minutes tell he felt his stomach growl. He relaxed, a small light bulb going off in his head when he realized the sound of his stomach was what woke him. He chuckled to himself quietly before he crawled out from under the bus seat and scooted over to the whole again. He had been living in this part for quite some time now, dodging refugees and hunters all together, to speak the truth he had never really encountered either. Quinn had seen one or the other from a far off distance but never any closer that about 200 yards off. He leaned over the whole in the floor as he laid down on his stomach, pulling up the bucket again and taking a few long drinks before lowering it again. When Quinn went over to his bag he took out his little note book, noting the quality and color of the water like he always did before he slipped it into his bag and then put it into his back.
Without a seconds thought Quinn crept his way over to the bus doors and slowly pushed them open just a bit, glancing around to make sure it was all clear before he dropped out of the bus, closing the bus doors with a gentle tug. Giving another canvass of the area he made a sprint across the small open clearing between the line of cars and the bus, diving behind a car when he heard a twig snap. Quickly he crawled under the car, huddling in darkness as he heard feet approaching and start moving past him. He saw feet and covered his mouth, not remembering the last time he had been this close to someone else. He stayed as quiet as he could, a blade of grass tickles his nose though making him sneeze. It was quiet but Quinn that it had been the loudest thing on earth. He froze, his muscles tensing to spring out at any moment to make a run for it.
Without a seconds thought Quinn crept his way over to the bus doors and slowly pushed them open just a bit, glancing around to make sure it was all clear before he dropped out of the bus, closing the bus doors with a gentle tug. Giving another canvass of the area he made a sprint across the small open clearing between the line of cars and the bus, diving behind a car when he heard a twig snap. Quickly he crawled under the car, huddling in darkness as he heard feet approaching and start moving past him. He saw feet and covered his mouth, not remembering the last time he had been this close to someone else. He stayed as quiet as he could, a blade of grass tickles his nose though making him sneeze. It was quiet but Quinn that it had been the loudest thing on earth. He froze, his muscles tensing to spring out at any moment to make a run for it.
((i took my time and posted *grins*))

After a moment, Ajax moved forward, a quick dart from one car to the next, still unsure of his surrounding and slightly annoyed that his mutations didn't help him know if anyone was around. Ajax had just convinced himself he was in the clear when a noise from behind him nearly make him jump out of his skin "What the-?!" Ajax exclaimed, spinning to look behind him for the source of the noise, it had almost sounded like...a sneeze?
Quinn stayed frozen under the car, especially when he saw feet move quickly to face his direction. He stayed completely still, hearing who ever it was yelling a bit in surprise. He crouched closer to the ground, his muscles twitchibg and badly wanting to shift into something that could free him from this situation. Glancing at the nearest thing next to him he couldn't find and escape route so he stayed there, controlling his breathing and hoping who ever it was would go about there way again rather than stumble onto him. However his hand did reach to his belt where he kept a switch blade, opening it and holding it properly in his hand so as he tried to move just a bit under the car but his foot hit metal, cause a great clanging. The metal clang spooked him, making him spring out of his hidding spot and trie to shot past the other person, switchblade in hand.

Quinn shot post him, turning slighty to be ready to defend himself when he noticed he had trapped himself between another car and the other person because of the direction he had chosen to panic into. He turned, stiff muscled tell the other person spoke and put their hands up. The gesture he had to say was a bit knew to him but he stood straighter, eying the other boy as he kept the switch blade pointed down from the bottom of his chest, arm bent close to his chest as well. He stood there for a momet before his stomach gave a loud growl. "Friend of foe?" he asked harshly, teeth barred a bit like an animal as he gave a step back, his leg hitting up against the car behind him.
Adela cursed to herself. It was frustrating. This was now the third place she was currently looking. She sighed softly and glanced around twirling the dagger that she had between her fingers. Her big blue eyes scanned the area and she reached back pulling her blond hair into a high pony tail. She tightened the laces on her black boots and stood up her eyes casting the area. She had the Woodland to look yet. If she couldn't find her there? Then she'd have to look beyond the border. The Sanctuary. Adela slowly walked through the ruins. Some slightly catching her attention. But she knew she had to stay forward. She continued her walk. .

Adela was cautious. Always on the look out for Hunters. The stupid people. This was a game for them and she knew it. She took one look down at the tattoo that laid on her arm. It wasn't a clean tattoo. She remembered the pain... They tried to hold her down. But it was done sooner then he thought. But she couldn't ever get it off. Which irritated her. She wasn't a savage. None of them were. She sighed but tensed as she heard movement. She swiftly slide behind a tree grabbing her own bow. Staying quiet.

Adela tensed, unsure if she should make herself known to the one who had sent the light. She took a deep breath then she called out, "Hey! You're not a Hunter?" Her voice slightly echoed but she kept her back firmly pressed against the tree. If needed she could always make an earthquake. Shake things up a little. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her nerves rose.

She came out her eyes slightly narrowed. She glanced at him and sighed. "Oh? Well that was kind of a stupid move. If I was a Hunter you would have given yourself out. Revealed who you really were," she nodded curtly.

Adela chuckled at that. "Good to know," she mumbled and then glanced around. "I'm Adela," she mumbled still glancing at her surroundings. Waiting for something unexpected to just pop out.

Adela's face heated up. Her cheeks becoming a bright red as she began to blush. She reached out and gave his hand a firm hard shake then she let go and ran her hand up into her hair. This wasn't what she had planned for. "I don't know i I could say the same about you... Ty." She smirked.

Adela sighed. Okay maybe he did seem friendly. "I'm looking for my sister. We were split up when we were escaping from the Hunters..." She nodded. "After tey gave us these," she held up her arm showing her savage tattoo.



((Sorry!!!))
Adela eyes hardened for a moment. She sighed and nodded. "Fine. But I have some rules okay?" She raised her eyebrows looking him in the eyes. She wasn't comfortable with this guy yet. Who knew, he could have been a serial killer or something.
Adela eyes hardened for a moment. She sighed and nodded. "Fine. But I have some rules okay?" She raised her eyebrows looking him in the eyes. She wasn't comfortable with this guy yet. Who knew, he could have been a serial killer or something.


Sawyer's boots crunched the rubble and twisted metal as she wandered warily throught the wasteland. She tightened an arrow in her bow, eyes darting around for any signs of movement. Something scampered past her, and she whirled around, arrow ready to fly, but immediately relaxed. It was only a rat. The wasteland seemed truly abandoned, but Sawyer knew at least someone had to be hiding here. Ages ago she'd seen helpless families setting up lives here, but at that moment the wasteland was uninhabited. Or so she suspected.
A dog with straggly wet fur rummaged around in some litter nearby; Sawyer roughly urged it along with her boot as she passed. "Anything to report?" came a small voice in her earpiece. She pressed a small button on the earpiece with her thumb. "Not yet," she muttered. Suddenly she heard voices, fairly loud ones, and froze, a smug smirk curling up on her face. "Actually, I might be reporting a few casualties soon," she said. The voice in the earpiece laughed, and a muffled click told her the person had signed off.
Sawyer crouched against a rusty car half-buried in the soil, and peered out from behind it. Two people-a girl and and boy-stood a good way off, talking casually. Well, at the least boy seemed to be, by the way he was standing. Asshole, she thought. How are they so relaxed? They should be on their guard. She poked her bow cautiously out the side of the car, the arrow aimed at the guy. She was just about to loose it when the ground crumbled beneath her and she fell forward, tumbling right into the sight of the boy and girl. The ground shuddered, shaking the trees and trembling the makeshift homes of the wasteland. Sawyer braced herself against the ground, heart pounding, until the shuddering subsides. Mini earthquake...she thought. Then she looked up at the boy and girl.
Adela was about to speak when the ground rumbled slightly and her eyes narrowed. She looked at the boy and then her eyes scanned the area. She turned back to him casually. Her hands tightened. "Okay.... I need you to casually nod and walk... Or something... I sense... Something. I am currently unsure at the moment... Who it is...." She just needed to touch the ground again. She could get make a wall. Make a run for it! She took a deep breath. Moving swiftly she stepped in front of him. "If it's a Hunter they probably already saw my tattoo. They.. You may still be able to get out alive. My sister.... Her name is Anne. If something happens to me. Please..." She looked up at him. And then with cautious yet quick movements she spun around scanning the area quickly. It may have been an animal.... But she was very paranoid.


Adela hesitated. She looked at him. Her jaw tightened. "I don't see how..." She sighed and moved swiftly jumping up into his back. Her hair swinging in it ponytail. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and glanced around before sighing once again. Then she wrapped her arms around him and spotted the arrows. Her eyes widened. They were in trouble.


Adela was about to say she was fine until she felt a sharp pain in the side of her back and stomach. She gasped and her arms loosened around his neck. She blinked in surprise and looked down and cursed several times. Some of the words worse then other. She took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around him once again. "I'm fine..." She croaked taking deep breaths. "We... Need cover..." She yelled at him breathlessly as the arrow stayed pierced into her skin.


Adela turned her head her eyes dark. "You stop where you are!!!!" She yelled. With the last bit of her strength she swung up her arm and made a wall, between her partner and the Hunter. It was about ten feet high and went on for about a mile in both directions. But in doing so made Adela collapse on Tyler back. Her body limp.
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