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[TONI 'THIRTEEN' VALENTINO]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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Trudging through the snow was never fun, at least not in Thirteen's book, it didn't matter how many winter's passed since she'd gotten out of that place for the first time, she still hated snow. It was cold, it was wet, and she always caught cold during this time of year! Always! Without fail! It was like a vicious, continuous cycle that she was really getting tired of. Right on cue, she sneezed, shaking her head, the girl sighed as she caught her reflection in one of the few mirrors that was .... fairly unharmed. Another reason she hated snow, she blended in with her white hair, and pale skin. She looked like a damned ghost, and it was kind of creepy [even to her] to be honest. Though, in ambushes or something, it did have it's uses! But right now she wasn't fighting, though she definitely could have gone for a great brawl, instead she was just making her way through the one of the numerous ruined cities, despite the fact she'd heard warning that the cities should be avoided right now. However that had never been something that actually succeeded in stopping the stubborn bounty hunter. Pausing to make sure she was going the right way, and not getting herself hopelessly lost... again, she nodded before continuing in the direction she was previously headed in. One hand rested on one of the dual guns as she made her way through the city, after all you never could be too sure what to expect. Her fingers twitched against the pretty weapons, a sure sign that she was wary, on her guard, and ready for anything. And goodness knows she was suspicious when in area's like this.

Halfway through the city, she spotted what had once been the city square, and paused as her stomach growled reminding her it had been several hours since her last meal and that she really should take a break, refuel before she ended up doing something really stupid, like collapsing from lack of nutrition and energy. Moving through the square she found a spot that would provide sufficient shelter, eying it warily, the white haired girl, picked up a heavy stone, or perhaps it had been a small piece of concrete, it was always hard to tell, and tossed it at the shelter. It held, and she nodded, setting herself there out of site, keeping a wary eye out as she worked on digging out some food and chowing down. She'd drawn her blades before sitting and both were on the ground next to her, positioned for easy retrieval should she decide she needed to get out of here in a hurry. Pulling out her water bottle, she drank, noting it was getting close to being empty. Before she'd left the town she'd check for something edible, and a source of clean water where she could refill her water bottle. Sneezing again, she rolled her amber eyes and heaved an annoyed sigh. Yup... definitely catching a cold. Fan-friggin-tastic.

Moment's later found her finishing up her food, and carefully cleaning up, sure to leave as little traces of herself behind as possible. Once she was satisfied, she got up and slid her sharp blades back where they were supposed to go, all ten inches of gleaming steel. Moving along the main street again, sharp eyes looked for anything that might aid her in the location of supplies or water. Spotting what looked like it might have once been a corner convince store, she approached it warily. Once she'd determined it might be okay to enter, she did, riffling through the wreckage, finding anything shinny, valuable or edible and storing it away in places only she knew existed. Stepping out of the wreckage of the store, her hands dropped to Zero and Disturbance, the twin Colt M1911A1 at her hips, wishing for Grief and Nevermore, her two bigger more powerful guns. Which had gotten slightly damaged and she hadn't found the time to fix them up and clean them so she'd left them behind for now. Stepping to the side, she glanced around drawing the gun, waiting for whoever it was to get close enough for her to determine whether they were friendly or foe, either way, when they got to where she was their'd be a gun in his [or her] face.

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[STEFFAN ANWAR WYNN]

The snowfall had reached extreme levels lately. The sky and surrounding area were practically the same color of white. Sight had been limited to only a few feet in front of the face. A smart idea would be to take shelter. A smarter idea would be to take shelter in a building that wasn’t in one of the ruined cities. Only a few hours ago there was a wall keeping this War Dog hidden from the snow and it fell apart when he had accidentally leaned against it. The situation could have gotten worse if that simple evacuation had not been taken. Even in this snow storm he was willing to risk freezing by crossing through the streets to the convenience store that he stopped by every so often just to lure in travelers. If there was even the slightest chance one would actually make the mistake of stopping by they would still end up becoming his victim. After all, it was survival of the fittest out here and in a storm like this it was foolish to risk sharing supplies with another.

Steffan did not like when people were trespassing on what he viewed as his territory. Sure he did not spend all that much time around this city but he always seemed to come back to it when he felt like resting. Nothing really counted as resting anymore since there was that feeling of everyone being out to get him but who didn’t feel like that these days? He was missing multiple body parts because of encounters he had been through over the years so there was a justified feeling of believing someone was out there coming for him. Allying himself with who he had sided with also made him more of a target for certain types of people. It was how life was working these days and Steffan had to be on his toes just to stay alive. Today he had to be on some very insulated toes because, whereas snow provided an excellent cover for him, it also provided an excellent cover for anyone coming to try and kill him. It just depended on who could use the cover to their advantage and who was able to keep themselves distracted from the cold more. Seeing as the eyes were the only part of this War Dog that were uncovered against the snow, he felt he stood a better chance.

As luck would have it, someone appeared to be willing to take up that challenge. Steffan put himself in a rather visible place within the wreckage of the store, because the snow had covered a good portion of where he had chosen. He also allowed himself to be covered in snow to blend in with it as he watched the stranger from the eyeholes of his mask. It was unfortunate that this woman had decided to happen upon this building of all places. Even with the weapons that he could clearly see at her side, she was really no match for him and as such would not be all too difficult to deal with. He gave a head start to her as she walked away and he used it to carefully position himself so that he would not be seen and used the visibility to sneak around and put himself in a position where he could overpower her. Where was this position? Why coming from an alley next to the store, of course. It was small and discreet and probably wasn’t even visible in the snow.

His left arm jerked around a couple of times in his sleeve, thankfully making no discernible noise as it would give away his position. However it had bounced off of the wall one of those times and although he couldn’t really feel any stinging because of the arm, it did send a small wave through his body that jolted him just a little. It was now or never because he could see the weapons drawn and that was not a good sign. ”It’s too dangerous to be out in this kind of weather.” Steffan almost seemed to just appear out of thin air behind her as his left hand came down to chop away at her left wrist and his right hand went to grasp the other. If he could disarm her it would make the situation tolerable. If he could incapacitate her it would make the situation fantastic. He would be able to trade her weapons away for something more useful.





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