Sometimes...things just get out of hand...
She grunted, using all her strength to pull open the casket, gasping when she finally did and the stench of rotting corpses filled her nostrils. She'd never get used to that smell. Pulling the syringe from her waist pack she carefully moved the head back and inserted the needle, pulling out the glowing blue poison she'd sell later on. With her job complete and 10 new glowing syringes in her pack she quickly moved away from the mess she left behind and ran off into the darkness.
She ran until it was dark, and safe, and quiet. She needed the safety right now, because without it she couldn't catch her bearings. With a deep breath she leaned back against a familiar wall to rest, a small sliver of light escaping around the corner of the building she sat behind. She'd had her operations long ago, and then had new ones to correct them. Amber was in charge now, which meant a lot of changes, especially to the repo system that had left a rather large mess behind.
Amber was cleaning up everything her father left behind, with less than no help from Pavi and Luigi, the brothers now behaving and strangely changed, though of course there was always that odd mass stabbing or stolen face. No one cared anymore, but the changes that Amber seemed to be bringing had everyone concerned and overjoyed. Extensions were being made on payments by a small margin, but that meant people had enough time to pay off their debt...or finish up that will.
Sometimes...people get involved...and you wish they hadn't...
Coueira sighed, annoyed, tired, angry. She rubbed her eyes, the artificial ones her 'father' had used to fix her. It had turned out a lot had been genetically passed down from her mother, including her lack of sight. Unfortunately for Coueira, she didn't even get the chance to sign her soul away, it was just taken. When Rotti died, and Amber started the cleanup, Coueira was tossed out with the garbage.
She shook her head and stood up, gripping the straps of the bag tightly before starting to walk again, her dark hair falling around her face, hiding the dirt and grit that came with life on the streets. SHe always went out with father dearest, always in the shadows though. She'd seen his descent into madness once he saw that his time on earth was limited. She'd heard his mutterings at night just before he slept in the room across from hers. Everything that Rotti had done to Shilo she'd heard. He'd confided into his creation, the girl he'd use in case his own kids failed to live up to his standards. But then he had the idea at the last minute to leave it to Shilo, but like a fool she refused.
"Hey, you. Yeah, you." Coueira turned, hair still covering her face as she stared into the alley. She was curious, she knew hwo it was, but she usually looked for him, not the other way around. She walked towards the tall man, her small frame dwarfed by his tall and broad one. Though the broadness was probably just attributed by his rather fluffy coat. She handed over his cut of the nights collection, 6 vials, and he handed over some advanced cash.
"You did good, kid. Real good." She just nodded, counting her money as he inspected what she'd brought him. "Ya know…I like you, kid." Coueira looked up at him, quirking a brow. What was he playing at? "I know someone you should meet." Now she really was suspicious. Anyone he 'knew' was some stoner or another graverobber, there was nothing good about this one, but there were worse people out there than a guy who made a living selling second hand zydrate.
"What are you talking about?" She asked, stuffing the money deep into her overused and rather patchy pack with the glowing blue vials. He chuckled and placed a hand on her shoulder, making her flinch back automatically from the contact. He took a step back and held both hands up to show he meant no harm. "Hey now, come on. You're a good little worker, and she does some good jobs too…I figure since she's got a place and, well, you don't…." Coueira rolled her eyes. "I'm only 16, alright. How old is this chick?" He shrugged, counting on his fingers.
"She's not too much older, 19 now. I think you might know her, kid." Now she was very confused. "I don't know anyone but you, Graverobber." He smirked and held his hand out for her, when she took it he started leading her further into the alley and into the darkness. She had no idea what she was getting into, but for once she felt like she was making the right decision trusting a stranger.