~ The Outcasted II ~ The Return ~ RP

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Akemi looked around for a moment, seeming to be looking for someone certain, or someplace certain. She cussed under her breath when she couldn't find it. "Nevermind." She muttered, swinging on her heel and walking back into their alley.
 
They had returned to the alley, and Akemi had managed to grab some food from a nearby restaurant (having the extra money to pay for it). However, she was not eating at all. She was leaning back against the alley wall, one hand behind her head. Her eyes were fixed on the clock tower in the middle of the city. Watching. Waiting. More watching. She sighed, running a hand through her inky black hair, closing her eyes for a moment. "Come on, Undertaker. Where in the bloody world could you be?" She whispered, knowing the masquerade was to start in thirty minutes. She would constantly pull out her (stolen) iPhone, checking it incessantly, only to see the old empty lock screen, and the picture of the AC/DC logo as her lock screen photo. "Undertakerrrrrrr." She hissed, hating the fact that she was going to be late.

And then, it finally made a small tri-tone. Akemi looked at it:
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<< What her phone looked like. (Believe it or not that's actually a screenshot from my phone. :D Yay for screenshots!
 
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((yay saterday! BYC day :D ))

Mika had come with them to the Undertaker but had departed soon after. She had gone back to her apartment to find her one and only dress. It was dark blue with diamonds adorning the bodice and pinning the skirt. She had stolen it when she had felt unpretty one day. She had loved it at first sight. She held it up to her, knowing it would fit as perfectly as the day she got it. She carefully folded it and placed it into her black backpack. She picked out a pair of flats to go with it and put those in it to. She grabbed her handgun and slipped it into her backpack. She slung it over her back and thought "Now for a mask."

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At "Frocks and Frills"
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Mika peered inside the window carefully. The store was empty except for the storekeeper. She was at a very expensive store called Forcks and Frillls at the center of town. She saw the mask she wanted. She slipped out her gun and put it into her pocket instead. She oped the door which chimed brightly. The storekeeper looked up and her normally welcoming face changed into one of disgust when she saw Mika's attire. Mika walked over to the desired mask and asked, "How much?" in a purring voice. The storekeeper said snottily, " To much for you to afford." and turned back to her work. This rubbed Mika the wrong way and she covered the the room in a mere 3 steps while drawing her gun smoothly. The clerk didn't look up. Mika held the gun to her head and said barly audibly, "What was that?" The clerk looked up and Mika @#!*% her head sideways. The terror in her eyes reminded Mika of her mother. Her eyes burned with rage. She smiled and pulled the triggor and watched as the womans eyes turned glossy, splattering the wall behind her with gore. She grabbed the mask and walked out the back door. Mika slipped her gun into her pocket as well as the mask. She made her way to where the masquerade was being held. She waited for the others there.





Mika's Dress




Her mask
 
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Toro said:
((Mika's going to have a good time not to help with Akemis sadistic plans and i diddnt i shall change it...))
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(( Only Akemi knows about the masquerade, she didn't tell anyone. Of course, Scar now knows, because he went with Akemi to the Undertaker {speaking of the Undertaker, check out the screenshot from my phone. :D I *got* an Undertaker text message. XD *pfft*} . If you were there, you could have gone with them. But since Akemi/Undertaker scene in the shop is over and you posted nothing about Mika being there, Mika couldn't have magically gone there with them. ))

(( Look, I'm sorry if I sound sharp. My stomach hurts reaaaallllyy bad. Maybe I need food. Hmmm... ))
 
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