Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2016 3:07:18 GMT
Noises, Yelling, screams and then glass shattering, a frenetic scene of out coursed fighting and mobbing where the commotion arose from. Lizbeth was inside a now broken shop window, in a one of the cities- she had not bothered to remember which one- that contained a major shopping district, and she was picking small goods from the wreckage she caused and stuffing them into her bag. She was covered in her normal clothing, her fist slightly beating from the punch through the Plexiglas window as she lifted the stuffed teddy bears and other toys she had been taking into a thin drawstring backpack, before she heard the sirens off in the distance that caused her to glace up from her situation.
The police were surrounding her, all wielding their weapons, mostly combat tasers, but a few rifles and handguns, and a single one caught the Half-Saiyan's attention, mostly due to the bull horn he held.
"Give yourself up and we can end this easily. We do not want to hurt you" He would say, lifting his free hand, signalling all of the men to lift their weapons, pointing them at her. She could sense their powers, most of them pretty low, but a few were quite strong, comparable to normal humans. She stopped her tough face, making a more innocent, 'cute' face and her whiskers twitched on her cheeks.
"I am the one who doesn't want to hurt you Nyan" Lizbeth finally responded with, speaking with her high pitched, cutesy voice that one would assume came from a young girl. The cops looked confused, before she released her hidden claws from her fingers, grappling onto the wall of the building she had been robbing and climbing at her fasted pace while they proceeded to curse and fire upon her. She would make it to the top safely, sprinting from rooftops while she reverted her claws and licking her fangs, enjoying the excitement. The sound of the rotors of helicopters audible to everyone, and the shining of lights around the night sky like stagnant fireworks were beautiful as she made her escape. It was evident that they had an awfully difficult time finding the woman wearing her jeans with bright pink stockings, which was abnormal for the most part. One would believe her to be the easiest to find target within the city, but Lizzy had managed to finally lose the cops by the time she reached where she had made her living quarters.
"Ahh.... Home sweet home Nyan" She would whisper, stretching her arms out to her side while yawning. She had walked under a large concrete bridge moments ago, hidden between the massive overpass and an extreme water collection pipe, where three tents had been strung up with a fire between them, on top of which was a spit. The spit held the meat of a deer, caught by her friends, and neighbor, Cedero. Cedero was a nice fellow, and didn't discriminate, considering he was a Namekian, and they lived together with his son, Cureti. They were the only homeless in the nearby area, mainly due to the large amount of equal classed people, even though the poor still existed, homeless people were often kicked out of their makeshift homes by police.
"Ms.Kuriza, what did you manage to acquire today?" Her Namekian friend had asked, sensing her and coming out from his tent. The fire was light, meaning it did not produce much smoke, and they made sure to tunnel the smoke to other places to deter the police.
"Just a few toys and some jewelry Nyan"
"Do you seriously have to say Nyan after every sentence?"
Yes Nyan" The conversation ended, her snickering after placing her drawstring backpack on the ground by the entrance to her tent. Of course, Cedero would look through it, pick out some things, and the rest would be sold to buy them food and water, unless it was already taken, considering the thieving ways the three had gone through. Lizzy's tail unwrapped from her belt loops as she dropped her pants in her hidden hut, away from the world, putting on some comfortable, baggy, pink sweatpants and replacing her jacket with a shirt saying 'Why protect others when you must protect yourself', before fixing her roughed up hair and quietly combing her ears. The fur of her ears was delicate, like the wings of a butterfly, and required extra care to comb, as the pointed ends of the comb could poke and cause some weird effects to the Half-Saiyan. Once done, she went over to her bunk, a thick, queen sized mattress placed on a blue tarp on the ground, and laid down, thinking about what she was going to do. Her little tent was temporary, she would need to get rid of it tomarrow, and all her possessions were minor, she held no value in life besides her golden chains and a little bit of zeni in her stolen wallet. Her eyes closed, revealing the darkness of her eyelids, and she could only think of her future as she slowly pushed herself into sleep.
"Mwuah.... Goodnight Nyan"
The police were surrounding her, all wielding their weapons, mostly combat tasers, but a few rifles and handguns, and a single one caught the Half-Saiyan's attention, mostly due to the bull horn he held.
"Give yourself up and we can end this easily. We do not want to hurt you" He would say, lifting his free hand, signalling all of the men to lift their weapons, pointing them at her. She could sense their powers, most of them pretty low, but a few were quite strong, comparable to normal humans. She stopped her tough face, making a more innocent, 'cute' face and her whiskers twitched on her cheeks.
"I am the one who doesn't want to hurt you Nyan" Lizbeth finally responded with, speaking with her high pitched, cutesy voice that one would assume came from a young girl. The cops looked confused, before she released her hidden claws from her fingers, grappling onto the wall of the building she had been robbing and climbing at her fasted pace while they proceeded to curse and fire upon her. She would make it to the top safely, sprinting from rooftops while she reverted her claws and licking her fangs, enjoying the excitement. The sound of the rotors of helicopters audible to everyone, and the shining of lights around the night sky like stagnant fireworks were beautiful as she made her escape. It was evident that they had an awfully difficult time finding the woman wearing her jeans with bright pink stockings, which was abnormal for the most part. One would believe her to be the easiest to find target within the city, but Lizzy had managed to finally lose the cops by the time she reached where she had made her living quarters.
"Ahh.... Home sweet home Nyan" She would whisper, stretching her arms out to her side while yawning. She had walked under a large concrete bridge moments ago, hidden between the massive overpass and an extreme water collection pipe, where three tents had been strung up with a fire between them, on top of which was a spit. The spit held the meat of a deer, caught by her friends, and neighbor, Cedero. Cedero was a nice fellow, and didn't discriminate, considering he was a Namekian, and they lived together with his son, Cureti. They were the only homeless in the nearby area, mainly due to the large amount of equal classed people, even though the poor still existed, homeless people were often kicked out of their makeshift homes by police.
"Ms.Kuriza, what did you manage to acquire today?" Her Namekian friend had asked, sensing her and coming out from his tent. The fire was light, meaning it did not produce much smoke, and they made sure to tunnel the smoke to other places to deter the police.
"Just a few toys and some jewelry Nyan"
"Do you seriously have to say Nyan after every sentence?"
Yes Nyan" The conversation ended, her snickering after placing her drawstring backpack on the ground by the entrance to her tent. Of course, Cedero would look through it, pick out some things, and the rest would be sold to buy them food and water, unless it was already taken, considering the thieving ways the three had gone through. Lizzy's tail unwrapped from her belt loops as she dropped her pants in her hidden hut, away from the world, putting on some comfortable, baggy, pink sweatpants and replacing her jacket with a shirt saying 'Why protect others when you must protect yourself', before fixing her roughed up hair and quietly combing her ears. The fur of her ears was delicate, like the wings of a butterfly, and required extra care to comb, as the pointed ends of the comb could poke and cause some weird effects to the Half-Saiyan. Once done, she went over to her bunk, a thick, queen sized mattress placed on a blue tarp on the ground, and laid down, thinking about what she was going to do. Her little tent was temporary, she would need to get rid of it tomarrow, and all her possessions were minor, she held no value in life besides her golden chains and a little bit of zeni in her stolen wallet. Her eyes closed, revealing the darkness of her eyelids, and she could only think of her future as she slowly pushed herself into sleep.
"Mwuah.... Goodnight Nyan"
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