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In a mass of rubble and torn down building’s there was one thing that stood out. If you were to look from the sky you would see destroyed buildings, abandoned houses, and other signs of destruction. However in the midst of all of this wreckage you would see a single spot of color. That single spot of color would be none other than Fallon, a 5’0” tall, blond, 18 year old dressed in shorts, black boots, and a teal cardigan. This short teenage girl looked extremely out of place walking down the debris filled streets with a backpack slung over one shoulder and a can of Red Bull in hand.

Not only was she out of place in the destroyed city but she was also out of place in her profession of Bounty Hunting. Speaking of Bounty Hunting, Fallon was in this destroyed city because of that very thing. Contrary to popular belief this town wasn’t completely abandoned, hell Fallon wouldn’t have even known there were people there herself unless she was told about it from the people that hired her. Honestly she didn’t even know what side these people were one, if they were good or bad or big purple monsters that liked to eat puppies. All Fallon knew was that she was getting paid for bringing some twenty-something year old guy that didn’t really put up much of a fight when there was a gun held to his chin.

The small group of people that lived in a hidden bunker under the rubble had hired Fallon to find this guy for a healthy chunk of money. Fallon had held up on her part of the deal by finding the guy, but it was a different story when it came to the people that paid her. They wanted to short her on the bounty, but that kind of stuff didn’t sit well with Fallon. So after a couple of gunshots and threats Fallon ended up getting her money from the now terrified group of men. After grabbing raiding their food supply Fallon walked out of the hide out ready to go find another job to rake in some more cash.

As Fallon walked down the deserted street drinking a can of Red Bull she tried to decide if she should stop back off at the House that she had grown up in to drop off her money or go find a new person to hunt. Fallon knew that it would probably be better to drop off the money first because it was never a good idea to have $9,000 sitting in your pocket. Of course Fallon would keep some money for herself but the majority of it would go to the other kids, the ones that Fallon thought needed it more than she did, wait scratch that, she knew needed it more than she did. Fallon knew that those kids needed the money because she was one of those kids once, one of the kids that barely had enough food to survive and shoes that never fit.

Sighing and shaking her head at the same time Fallon shook the depressing thoughts of her past out of her head and focused on the task at hand. Now she just had to make it back to the House without getting any of her money stolen. Fallon didn’t think that it would be that hard to get back to the House because even though she looked like an easy target Fallon was a force to be reckoned with. She may look like a defenseless, dinky blond hair blue eyed teenage girl that could barely hurt a fly, but in reality she wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet in your intestine. It was then, as Fallon was thinking of getting back to the House, when she heard something, the distinct sound of rubble moving around, something that could only be caused by another person. Honestly Fallon didn’t know if it was someone from the group that hired her or just some random person that was walking down the street in search for easy targets like Fallon seemed to be. Either way Fallon slowed her pace and gripped the gun that was concealed in her waistband, ready for some kind of attack.

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Yuna entered the ruined cities without much of a care. At least it was away from the water. She despised the ocean and everything in it. However, she was going to have to get used to it. She was to board a large boat with some Wulf guy to go hunting for treasure. It seemed glamorous to her, except for the whole being on water part.

Yuna placed her arms behind her head and looked at her surroundings with a keen eye. Her ears didn't seem to pick up any sound, so that meant that this place was probably void of any life. Either that, or the life here wasn't breathing or moving.

She walked down the dirt road, her ears still keen on her environment. They gradually began to pick up movement. It sounded distant, but not overly so. It was a sigh. A sigh of a human. Yuna went to the side and began to weave in and out of buildings. She would find this person without being found herself.

The girl crouched beside of a building, just behind the person she had heard. Yuna had backtracked a little to get the flank on this new prey. Slowly and quietly, Yuna removed the small throwing knife that was strapped around her ankle. She put it between her teeth and peeked around the corner of the building.

Yuna watched the girl walk, watched her for quite some time. A good criminal knew when to strike and where. This obviously wouldn't be a person who would be hard to take down, but looks could be deceiving and Yuna was no fool.

Finally, Yuna leapt out of the shadows and threw the knife with blazing speed. The knife zoomed past the girl's head, and a few feet in front of her, stuck into the ground. Had the ground been alive, it would have been torn in two. Yuna had meant for that to happen, as a war dogs' intentions were not to kill, but to steal. Yuna knew a threat was usually more than enough to make a person give up their money.

Within a few milliseconds, Yuna unstrapped another knife from her other ankle. She held it steady in her hand, ready to throw. "How much do ya got?" she snapped callously. "Gimme it all or I'll carve your insides." A knife seemed pretty primitive, but when one could throw with such speed and accuracy as Yuna, it was pretty potent. Yuna had noticed the girl groping something. It was probably a weapon, but Yuna wasn't the least bit afraid. This girl didn't look like someone willing to put up a fight.

Yuna took some steps closer to her. She rubbed her thumb across the edge of her knife as she held it just slightly behind her head. The blade knicked her thumb and made it start bleeding. Good, it was as sharp as a pristine razor. She would take this girl's head off if it meant getting money. Money was scarce and Yuna learned her skills well and stealing was the only way to make money without being part of the Perfect Nation.

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[fallon]

For Fallon there was only one thing that really mattered in the world, money. It would sound shallow to most people that someone’s life revolved around money. However everybody needed to have some kind of drive, some goal to keep them moving forward because in the world today if you didn’t have something to keep you focused then you might as well just curl up in a ball and wait to be killed. There were people who lived to defend what they believed, it being the views of the resistance or the views of the perfect nation or people like Fallon. The people like Fallon were the ones that had their own purpose, Fallon’s just so happened to be money.

The thing about obtaining money in the current world was that rarely you could do it in an honorable way unless you wanted to work in Peony and that wasn’t something that Fallon was up to doing. Even though Fallon will work for anybody as long as the price is right she does have her views on that city and the people that run it and those views mean that living there and having a job there really wasn’t something that she wanted to do. Since working in the city was out of the question that left Fallon to do the dishonorable thing and get money anyway that she could. It just so happened that Fallon was able to get a good Bounty Hunting mentor, so that was the job she chose even though it didn’t seem suitable for someone of her stature.

Seeing as Fallon was taught by a good Bounty Hunter she knew about situations like this. Whenever there was someone sneaking around near you that usually meant that they were either out to get you or your money, two things that were precious to Fallon. There was just no way that Fallon would let someone take her money because that was what she worked so hard for, it was what kept her going in this shit hole of a world. Lucky for Fallon she knew how to protect herself and her money, so there was just no way that Fallon would let somebody sneaking in the shadows take what she rightfully earned, even if the way she earned it wasn’t very right in the first place.

To confirm what she was thinking suddenly a knife came whizzing past her face and sliced into the ground a few feet away from her. Holy fuck! Fallon mumbled, not really expecting a sharp knife to nearly slice her face in half. However even though she wasn’t expecting a sharp object to come flying at her Fallon wasn’t slow on her response to the sudden attack. Within seconds after the knife came at her Fallon had pulled out one of the guns that she kept on her person and aimed it at the direction of where the knife came flying at. Just as she did this a person emerged from the shadows with a knife in hand and demanding money.

Now that pissed Fallon off.

Now what makes you think that I have any money? Fallon said, trying to pull the innocent little girl act. Sometimes this would work and people would leave her alone and then there were times like this. Fallon doubted that this girl would believe her after she just pulled a gun out, but she could hope so right? Well it wasn’t like Fallon would object to firing a few rounds into some vital parts of this person’s body in order to get away with her money, but right now Fallon just wanted to get the money back to the House so she could go off on another assignment. Even if I did why the hell would I let you have it?

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Yuna's suspicions were correct. This small girl was indeed carrying a weapon. A gun. It was just like Yuna to bring a knife to a gun fight, heh. A gun didn't mean this person had the upper hand, though. A knife could be just as deadly. Not to mention, they were a lot more fun to handle. She could just toss it around and pick it up later. With a gun, you had to continuously buy bullets. What a waste.

Yuna stood rigid, not afraid of this gun the girl had. Yuna had been shot at, had been spit at, and even thrown punches at. It didn't matter to her, as long as she got money.

"You'll give it to me because I can wedge this knife between your eye sockets with the flick of my wrist," Yuna warned, pretending to aim the knife at the girl. A twisted smile came across her face as she closed one eye, and looked down the blade of the knife. "I have good aim. I'm sure you can part with some of that money. It looks like it's weighing you down. And don't deny that you have any, because you already sold yourself out."

This girl sure looked tough with her gun, but Yuna doubted that she would do anything with it. The recoil would knock the poor thing back on her rump. That's why Yuna was smiling. That, and because Yuna was sure she was going to get some money. If it wasn't for the circumstances they met in, Yuna might like this girl. But seeing as how she wouldn't part with her money with a threat, Yuna wasn't digging the attitude right now.

Yuna put her knife back into place, behind her head, once again ready to fly out of her hand. When she said that it could dig into this girl's head with the flick of a wrist, she wasn't kidding. All she had to do was move her wrist forward a bit, release the hilt of the knife at the right time, and watch it soar. Yuna knew that the girl was impressed by her skills, for she had heard her murmur her amazement after her previous knife had sailed past her head.

But she wasn't going to play games next time she let one of her throwing knives go. Her knives were bloodthirsty and it could badly influence Yuna herself. If it was blood they wanted, it was blood they would get or they'd surely find it themselves.

"Are you going to hand over some money or are you going to shoot me?"

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[fallon]

The short, blond, blue eyed appearance that Fallon had was a complete betrayal of what she was truly capable of. Sometimes it was a good thing to be underestimated by an opponent because then they went into the fight with a disadvantage, allowing Fallon to bring them down swiftly. Not many people thought that a 5 foot tall teenage girl would be able to put up much of a fight or even know how to shoot a gun, but Fallon wasn’t a normal teenage girl and her fighting skills are much better than appeared to be. However there were the people that saw past her harmless façade and went into the fight with no mercy. Personally Fallon thought those fights were more fun because there wasn’t a greater thrill than fighting for your life and your money.

A cold laugh escaped Fallon’s lips at the next threat that this person used to scare her into giving up her money. Fallon didn’t doubt that this girl wouldn’t hesitate to toss a knife into just about any vital part of her body. However what this girl didn’t realize was that Fallon was perfectly capable of issuing a lethal shot. It wouldn’t be the first time that Fallon had killed someone because she was defending what she so strongly believed in, money. Sometimes Fallon had a hard time backing down when her life was truly at stake when she fought to protect what she rightfully earned. So needless to say Fallon would be more than willing to put up a fight to bring the money back to it really belongs.

You seem to be under the impression that your threats mean something to me Fallon said in a chipper voice that seriously contradicted what she had just said. It was like she was talking about what she was going to wear the next day or the beautiful weather, not that she was discussing the fact that someone was about to throw a knife at her. It was kind of normal for Fallon to get in this kind of situation, well it kind of came with the job description, so she knew how to handle herself and not get a knife in her jugular. It wasn’t like Fallon was underestimating this knife wielding girl and her skills to be able to kill her where she stood. The thing was that over the years life threatening situations seemed to have become something ordinary and not very frightening to Fallon.

What a good question Fallon said still in her casually bubbly voice that didn’t belong in the situation. There was no doubt that Fallon wouldn’t hand over her money, there was no way in hell that Fallon would give up that kind of money. If Fallon actually gave up the money it would take some serious circumstances that would force Fallon to give up money. You know even though those options sound so amazing I think I’ll be choosing to keep my money. This could be a potentially stupid decision, but there was just no way that Fallon would give up her money, so she waited for an attack and to defend what was rightfully hers.

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Yuna's body remained tense, rigid with anticipation. If this girl moved her finger on the trigger of her gun, Yuna's blade was going to soar. However, she wasn't going to throw her knife unless her life was critically threatened by her. So far, it was just a ceasefire. Like two cats with their hair on end and fangs gleaming.

"Maybe if you knew me, you would know that my threats do mean something. I'm not afraid to kill a man, much less a little girl," Yuna replied sternly. She didn't like this person's tone. It was mocking her, obviously. And Yuna didn't take mockery lightly.

Yuna's eyes casually wandered beside of the girl, examining the knife behind her. If she wasn't dead, Yuna would make sure to grab her blade. It was almost the most important thing to her. They were both the size of large shark's tooth and shaped like a mini-sabre. The blade was serrated, embossed with strange symbols. However, money was the most valued thing to Yuna, and obviously, to society.

"Well, if you won't give it to me, I suppose I'll just have to give up," Yuna said in an exasperated voice. She dropped her guard and let the hand that was holding the knife drop to her side. Yuna shook her head in the direction of her adversary. "I don't have nothin' on you. You can keep your money."

She slunk back into the shadows, pacing around a building or two. She was going to lay low for awhile, maybe let this girl pass. However, if she came to find her, Yuna would be waiting for her. And this time, she wouldn't be afraid to lodge her knife betwixt the girl's eyes. The darkness was Yuna's element, and she also had the upper hand, because if that person tried to sneak up on her, she would ultimately fail. Yuna's hearing allowed her to harken upon even the smallest rustling of grass or a shuffle of rocks more than twenty meters away. By the time this girl would find her, Yuna would have heard her far before she saw her, and would have her knives in a throwing position.

Yuna leaned against the side of the building, her eyes shifting around herself. She was deep in concentration, listening for any movement. She didn't have time to focus on what she was looking at.

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[fallon]

It wouldn’t be the first time that Fallon has been a stand off like this. There were plenty of times that Fallon had landed herself in this kind of situation. Since she was so small and seemingly vulnerable people thought that it was easy to steal from her, but they didn’t realize what they were getting into. Nobody would suspect that the monstrous threats that tumbled out of her mouth were something that she would actually do and they never in their life expected that this little blond would be more than willing to pull the trigger to a gun or throw a shockingly good punch. Sometimes it was annoying that people always underestimated her, but Fallon couldn’t curse her harmless appearance because it was so useful in a sticky situation.

Now since Fallon has been in standoffs like this before she knew to take people’s threats seriously, she wouldn’t dare to think that this person wouldn’t throw a knife right at her and end her life on the spot. The thing was that Fallon was just so desensitized to threats by now. If someone told her the most gruesome threat known to man she would probably barely even flinch. It’s not like she didn’t know the pain of being shot, stabbed, etc. Fallon knew that kind of pain, but she just wasn’t scared of it as much as the usual person. There were two things that Fallon was willing to protect and they weren’t things like protecting her body against pain. Fallon was willing to go through anything as long as she kept her life intact. The other thing that she was willing to protect, the only thing that came second to her life was money. It seemed kind of shallow but to Fallon money was like the link to happiness, it could bring shelter and food something that she lacked her entire life.

And maybe if you knew me you’d know that I don’t scare that easily Fallon said as a smirk crossed her face. Call her stupid or something, but Fallon just didn’t see herself being killed at this girls hands. Fallon always had this feeling when she was in life threatening situations when she knew that something really important was at stake and for some reason Fallon just didn’t have that feeling. The feeling that she needed to fight, not just because she wanted to fight. It was the feeling that if she didn’t do something immediately that everything would end as she knew it. It was a gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach that just told her that she couldn’t give up at all.

Then the girl just left, she made some speech about giving up or something but she just ended up leaving. Now this was weird. Usually when people pulled a knife on you and demanded money they didn’t just give up at the first sign of resistance, they would fight and struggle and someone would end up winning and the other losing. However this girl just left, just sunk back into the darkness and Fallon didn’t know what to do being left there with her gun still held in the direction of where the girl was. What was she supposed to do? Could it really be that simple? Somehow Fallon didn’t know if she was supposed to follow the girl and teach her a lesson for making such demands or was she supposed to keep making her way back to the House to drop off the money she had just earned.

Barely a second after she left though Fallon dropped her gun to her side and followed the girl into the darkness quietly. Due to her small frame and light weight Fallon was able to walk in the darkness practically soundlessly. Honestly Fallon didn’t know what she was doing following a girl that had just threatened to take her money, but then again she didn’t know if this girl was suddenly going to spring out on her so she thought that it was best to follow the girl and put everything to an end there. It would be so much easier to just get the girl out of the way now to avoid any future conflict.

When Fallon found the girl she was just standing there and seemed very concentrated. At this moment would be a good time to pull out a gun and end this problem here and now, but Fallon didn’t know if she could hurt someone who wasn’t threatening her. It wasn’t as if Fallon was heartless, she knew that she could only use violence for defense even though sometimes she got extremely carried away and had a hard time stopping. Finally deciding that it wouldn’t be cool to shoot someone who didn’t even know that you were standing right there, clearing her throat Fallon said What the hell are you doing?

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Now was the time to just settle down. Yuna would make her final decision here, in the shadows, where she could think without having a gun pointing at her. She had to think quickly, however, because her prey could easily get away. If she was able to creep up on this girl and surprise her, the money would be as good as hers. However, if the girl had already darted off somewhere, Yuna's only way of knowing was to hear her running. Not a lot of good that would do, since Yuna wasn't the most agile. She usually used stealth and subtlety to get what she wanted, not pure speed and brute force.

Yuna had momentarily dropped her guard, not paying attention to her surroundings. She was too busy thinking about when to strike, and Yuna didn't think this girl would follow the person who had attempted to rob her. Unless she was out for blood or something. Yuna was not looking to kill anyone; she just wanted some money and to begone to a town so she could buy something to eat. Though, if she had to kill someone to get money, Yuna would do it. She wasn't a bounty hunter by any means. She didn't purposely hunt people and kill them for a reward. Yuna killed them as a last resort. Usually all she had to do was threaten them with death.

However, this girl she had met was either very foolish or very brave, as she had followed Yuna into the alley and now stood before her. As soon as Yuna heard her voice chime in, her blades were unsheathed in an instant, and almost ready to release until she saw it was her so-called prey and not necessarily an intruder.

"You are a stupid, stupid girl. Why would you follow someone who was trying to rob you? For all you know, I could have had an ambush waiting back here. Lucky for you, I travel alone," Yuna snapped in a condemning tone. "I thought I told you I gave up. I'm recollecting my thoughts. That's what the Hell I'm doing. Now, if you don't want a knife through your heart, you might want to leave."

A particularly large knife was slid from out under her shirt, but it had a very flat hilt and a thin blade so it could be concealed in such a manner. Yuna aimed the blade and a few moments later, she let it fly right past the girl's head again. The knife bounced off the wall behind her and landed on the ground, where it lay, cold and lifeless. "Or would you care to be moving target practice?" she questioned, balancing the edge of her smaller knife on her finger. Her other hand moved upwards and quickly grabbed the knife before it could fall, and she tossed it with absolutely no warning at all. The weapon this time twirled and almost scratched the girl's head, but didn't knick her at all. Yuna wondered what it must feel like staring death in the face like that. She had had a gun pulled on her, but it wasn't like a bullet had went darting past her face. So, she had never really had such a life experience, and she really didn't plan on it.

Yuna surfaced another hidden blade, but kept the metal between her index and middle finger. She turned her back to the girl, which was a normally submissive, but stupid, gesture. If this person was going to do something, then she needed to do it. Yuna wasn't playing games anymore. She had vowed to kill her if she came back here, but so far, had not lived up to her promise. Either she coughed up some money or she'd leave. Yuna had no intentions of talking or just generally being nice at all. It was a rough life for everyone, and everyone was out for themselves. Yuna was no different, and she knew that girl wasn't either.

"You may leave, or you can shoot me in the head. Either way, I shouldn't be seeing your face again," Yuna challenged in a tone that sounded bored with her current situation. "Or, an even better option would be to give me some money and I'll never bother you again." But she almost started up with an amused laugh. However, Yuna only managed a cynical smile. It was only amusing because Yuna was sure this girl wouldn't believe her. But, indeed, Yuna kept her promises, and if she did receive money, she would stay her distance.

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[fallon]

Stupidity, yup that was probably what drove Fallon to abandon all caution and follow someone who had just threatened to take her life into a dark alley where the likelihood of finding an escape route was slim. There was some bit of logic behind Fallon’s reasoning to follow this mysterious girl. Call it heartless or whatever but Fallon planned on ending the problem of this girl here and now. If she had to kill her Fallon was completely fine with it. It wouldn’t be the first time that Fallon was on a mission to kill, but she liked to be paid for it because what was the point of such an act unless there was a reward. Right now the reward for killing this girl would be the fact that Fallon would ensure her safety and her money’s as she set out to the place she grew up.

It wasn’t as if Fallon found enjoyment in ending someone’s life that would just be sick. However she did find enjoyment in the usual result from it, money. Sometimes killing was for other reasons besides the bounty. The current state of the world isn’t the safest so a seemingly innocent girl like Fallon needs to know how to do something when someone thinks they can take advantage of any part of her. Killing to save herself wasn’t something that happened typically but when it did Fallon didn’t linger on the fact that someone else’s life had ended but the fact that her own was saved. Right now Fallon felt that if this girl lived or didn’t get mildly injured then she would take advantage of the situation and take something almost as precious as her own life.

I’m the stupid one am I? Fallon asked still in her usual chipper tone that completely contradicted the situation. Okay so Fallon knew that this was pretty stupid but her motive also made sense to her as well. Call it bravery or idiocy but Fallon really wasn’t scared of this girl with her knives and threats. It wasn’t like Fallon thought that the girl wouldn’t chuck a knife at her face if something were to go wrong, but she just figured that there was some way to avoid it if things came to that. I think that you’re the stupid one. Trying to rob me Now Fallon’s tone was starting to hint at her anger that this girl was trying to take what was hers, what she earned with her own time and effort. This girl didn’t deserve the money so there was no way that Fallon would give her a single cent.

And you think that your little knives scare me Fallon chuckled darkly, her true nature overshadowing the innocent little girl appearance of hers. Nobody realized when they first look at Fallon what she is capable of. Everybody thinks that she isn’t able to even throw a punch, much less actually hurt someone. However when Fallon’s indifferent demeanor showed itself then people realized that they shouldn’t mess with her. Usually Fallon kept the innocent façade up because it was easier to get through the world when people thought that you were normal and didn’t’ know what you were capable of. You don’t know who you’ve messed with. Fallon said gripping the gun in her hand that hung at her side.

Then the girl basically challenged Fallon to shoot her, to test her limits or something. Either way Fallon raised her arm so the gun in her hand was pointed firmly at the girl’s head. A look of utter indifference crossed her cute face. Do not push me with this Fallon said her cheerful voice returning making what she had just said even more frightening because she was able to keep such an attitude while issuing a threat like this. No one tries to take my money and gets away with it. No one. Fallon said and pulled the trigger to the gun, not really caring if it hit the girl in the head as it was aimed or the wall beside it. All she cared about was that she got the message across that she wasn’t scared to shoot a gun.

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Yuna stood perfectly still, her mind still intent on listening for this girl. Her knives remained silent in her hands as she placed them on her hips. She was really disheartened by the fact that there wasn't a lifeless body and a pile of blood across from her, but oh well. Yuna knew how to pick her fights and she had got the hint that this girl wasn't some delicate flower. She was probably a war dog or something like that. Someone who had to defend her own, like Yuna.

Yuna let the girl ramble, but gave her nothing more than an amused grunt. She had heard it all, and really didn't care anymore. If this girl wasn't afraid of her, then she would learn to be afraid, either by force or through simple coaxing. But now wasn't the time or place. Maybe if she saw what Yuna could do to a person, she would take Yuna a little more serious.

"I'm sure these knives don't scare you. They're for looks. I wouldn't want to get them rusty with your blood on them," Yuna responded quite calmly. She held up the knife she had drawn and examined it closely. It was pitted so that it would draw blood from its target, like some kind of leech or vampire. Maybe not a collector's item, but Yuna preferred not to use it since it was one of a kind to her.

Yuna watched as the girl pulled out her gun yet again. She crossed her arms and waited for her to shoot at her. She stared straight down the barrel of the gun, and when it fired, she closed her eyes. It scraped the side of her face, near her ear. Instead of tissue and blood, Yuna's metal fragment was exposed. The sides of her head were robotic so that she might have supersensitive hearing. Yuna's hand darted to the side of her face and immediately covered up the exposed wiring.

"Do you think that scares me? Anyone can fire a gun. It takes skill to wield a knife, so when you can do something amazing with something other than a gun, call me," Yuna stated matter-of-factly. She removed her hand from her face and let it fall back to her side. "I'm tired of your games. Next time you try to take my life, I'm not going to try. I will take your life."

Yuna turned around and found the bullet that had passed her in the wall behind her. She looked at it with disdain and then returned to the girl. She quietly paced up to her, looked her straight in the eyes, and then walked around her. Yuna stooped over to pick up her knives and sheathed them back in their concealed spots.

"Now... you're going to leave, and I'm going to go rob someone else. Got it?" Yuna growled under her breath. "And if you ever feel like finding me again... to kill me, I suppose, I'm Yuna Lace." She walked back in front of the girl, right in front of the gun, and glared at her firmly. Yuna shrugged and turned around to walk out of the alley. She peered out of the dark passageway, to search for her new prey. She crouched down as she spotted a person lazily stumbling about. Yuna let the person pass by her and stealthily, she crept behind them some while. Her hand slipped into their pocket. Cautiously, she pulled out a wallet, and then darted back to the same alley she was in before. Yuna opened the wallet and pulled out a few ripped dollar bills. Hm, it would do. Yuna's eyes wandered back to the girl, and she suddenly became very defensive. What if she tried to rob Yuna? That certainly wasn't going to happen. She would be dead before she could touch her money.

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[fallon]

Oh this was just perfect, not. It would be Fallon’s luck that instead of hitting the girl in the head like she intended that it would just graze the side of her head. Even worse was that instead of blood oozing out of the side of her head all Fallon could see was exposed wires and what not. Leave it to Fallon to pick a fight with a cyborg. Its not as if Fallon hasn’t taken down plenty of cyborgs in her time but they were always a bit more tricky because it was hard to figure out what parts of them were mechanical and which ones were human. Of course when Fallon got in a fight with a cyborg she would hit a mechanical part of their body instead of a fatal one.

By now Fallon had realized that her shot had done no damage at all to this girl and it quite frankly pissed her off. To add to the fact that Fallon was already mad at herself but the girl seemed to enjoy rubbing it in by telling her that she had no skill and blah blah blah. It went against what she wanted to do but Fallon decided not to pull the trigger to her gun again because if she missed a vital part of this girl then Fallon was sure she’d end up getting a knife in some very necessary part of her own body, something that Fallon could absolutely live without.

It was just so difficult to not somehow injure this cocky girl because of two things, her attitude and the fact that she had just tried to rob Fallon. Not being on the offensive was something that went against everything that she was taught to do. The lessons she learned have become engraved in her brain and have become habits that are extremely difficult to be broken. Right now Fallon was breaking one of her habits by not shooting this mouthy girl and letting her collect her knives and run away. Her mind was screaming at her to do something, to not let this girl get away after what she had tried to do. It was like Fallon couldn’t let people think that they could try to take advantage of her and just run away. Even though Fallon saw advantages in her appearances but she also disliked it for this very reason, people not taking her seriously and all that.

Don’t worry Yuna, Fallon said in her deceivingly chipper voice. I won’t be coming to find you unless you have a hefty bounty on your head. It was true though. Fallon wouldn’t be going after this girl again unless there was a damn big bounty for finding her, dead or alive, Fallon didn’t care. There was another possibility of Fallon running into this girl that she wouldn’t particularly object to, but thought that if it was possible she might as well put the thought in her head so she could maybe spread it around. So before the girl scampered off Fallon said But if you ever need a good Bounty Hunter just ask around for Fallon Kanton.

WORDS -- 698
STATUS -- finished
TAGGED -- open
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NOTES -- my first post on the site!

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Yuna's hand moved back to her face, where the bullet had taken the skin off of the metal surface. She rubbed her fingers across the smooth metal. She couldn't recall when she ever got her hearing, but she knew she had had it for awhile, so possibly her parents had it done for her. It was both a curse and a blessing. She could hear enemies approaching from over a mile away, but at the same time, in large cities, she almost went insane. The noises and conversations drove her mad because she could hear everyone at once.

After her hand dropped to her side, she pocketed the wallet she had stolen. Yuna's eyes darted to the girl, giving her an evil stare, mostly in warning.

"If I have a bounty on my head and you come to find me, don't expect me to lay down and die like I did today," Yuna shot at her. Her tone was rigid and sharp like a knife. Her body language only matched how she sounded.

However, she loosened up a bit and let a small smirk spread across her features. "And what would I need a bounty hunter for?" Yuna asked in an amused tone. If she needed to kill someone, she could do it herself. She didn't need a "hired hand" to help her out. Yuna was perfectly capable of taking down anyone. The only thing stopping her was will and reason. She figured she'd humor this girl, though. "I'll be sure to look for you if I have a problem with someone bullying me," she said with a sadistic laugh. It felt good to have a nice laugh. It wasn't often she got to do such a thing.

"I look forward to seeing you actually use that gun. What you did today, was just an ultimatum, yeah?" she commented, a large grin over her lips. Then she waved her hand as if to dismiss the question. She crept around the building once more, as she had heard someone walking down the path. Her eyes watched the man carefully in the distance. Yuna returned back to Fallon, a gleam in her eyes.

"I want you to scare that man into giving you his money. Surely that's only a small task for you." Yuna pointed behind her, and then made her way back to where she was before. The man looked pretty wealthy and Yuna was tempted to rob him herself, but she wanted to see what this Fallon could do. Not to mention, if this man was some kind of undercover authority, Fallon would get caught and not herself.

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[fallon]

How did Fallon even get into this situation? Maybe 30 minutes ago Fallon was just walking down the street making her way back to the House she grew up in and now she is talking to a knife wielding cyborg maniac. Honestly Fallon would’ve been completely content with not meeting this Yuna chick. If Fallon didn’t meet her she would be on her way to the House and probably be a day away if she jacked some kind of vehicle. However Fallon knew that if she didn’t run into Yuna she probably would’ve run into someone else that would demand something out of her. There wasn’t a way to get around people trying to take advantage of her, so Fallon had to at least be grateful that Yuna wasn’t trying to kill her anymore.

Of course, what would be the fun in hunting down someone that didn’t care if they were found Fallon said her cheerful little girl façade disappearing. She didn’t see the point in acting like that anymore because she had already fired a gun at Yuna, even though she didn’t have an intention of shooting her or not. The fact that she shot at her was just to prove that she actually could, not that she was going to kill her. Sure it would have been a bonus to actually see some blood, but Fallon would take what she could get and if all she could get was to just shoot some mechanical part of this girl’s body then so be it.

A scowl crossed Fallon’s face when Yuna laughed at the thought of hiring her as a Bounty Hunter. Honestly Fallon didn’t know why she would need a bounty hunter because she seemed quite capable of taking down just about anybody for whatever purpose she so desired. However Fallon has discovered that some perfectly capable people just don’t want to waste their time searching for someone who killed their kid or stole all their money. Sometimes they just wanted someone else to do all the hard work so their can get the reward in the long run. Fallon thought those people were lazy idiots but she didn’t complain because she had to get money from somewhere even if it was from lazy idiots that would rather hire an 18 year old girl than do the work themselves. Shit happens, you never know if one day you’ll need someone like me Fallon said trying to justify that everybody someday might just need a bounty hunter.

Maybe it was, but if I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead by now Fallon said trying to make a point that she wasn’t some harmless little girl that just carried around a gun to look cool or threatening or something. Maybe her deceiving appearance was a good thing but right now she felt the need to prove that she is capable of more than what she seemed to be capable of. Go scare that guy into giving me his money? Fallon asked as if it was a stupid question. Is that all you want me to do? Fallon said shaking her head as she tucked the gun in her waistband, hidden underneath her cardigan. Just watch me.

Putting back on her innocent disguise Fallon walked to the man that looked like he was pretty well off. Maybe he was some kind of authority looking to bring in people like Fallon, the ones that earn a “dishonest” way of living. Honestly Fallon didn’t care as she walked up to him with her head ducked ready to pull one of her classic moves to get some pety cash. When she reached the man in a small voice she said Excuse me sir The man turned around probably ready to dismiss her already, but Fallon knew he wouldn’t run. Slowly she moved her eyes up to the man’s face giving him the classic puppy dog look that made just about anyone melt. Could you maybe spare a few dollars so I can get some food? Fallon asked and the man instantly looked flustered, probably because he wasn’t used to having this kind of approach to begging pulled on him. People usually just harass someone until they get a few coins, not Fallon though, she preferred the conman method.

Uh sure, the man said and pulled a wallet out of the back of his pocket. Just as he pulled his wallet out Fallon reached for her gun and shoved it point blank at his heat. Now give me all of it Fallon demanded, dropping the innocent act and adopting a harsher tone that shocked the man by the look on his face. He probably wasn’t expecting this kind of stunt from a girl like Fallon. Okay okay! the man said quickly and emptied out his wallet. Fallon thought that she was doing pretty good before she saw something that looked like a badge in the man’s wallet. Shit, Fallon mumbled realizing that she had just held up some kind of officer. Just as the man was reaching for something else, probably a gun or something Fallon shot his shoulder causing him to fall to his knees then she kicked him right in the head. Just as she heard the sickening crack of either his skull or neck cracking, Fallon ducked down for the wallet and pulled out a couple hundred bucks and nicked the badge just for the hell of it.

Walking quickly back to Yuna, Fallon tucked a couple hundred bucks in her pocket before she reached her. Here you go, Fallon said and handed the rest of the money over to Yuna. It was easy. Now I think it would be a pretty damn good idea to get away from here… Fallon said in reference to the fact that she had just shot and possibly killed someone of some kind of authority meaning that there would probably be more of them coming soon.

WORDS -- 991
STATUS -- finished
TAGGED -- open
OUTFIT -- clickstosee
NOTES -- daaamn that was long