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Pretty simple really

Savayia (Fire/Ice Hybrid)

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Broken (Posion/Darkness Hybrid)

Future Setting:

They meet on a bus as they try to run away from homes

They hate each other

Brokens in a gang

Savayia is a loner

NPC allowed

(not putting much detail on this)

Yes?

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Soooo for anyone who has decided they want to read this:

Prepare yourself for some weird shit

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Savayia looked around the streets and ducked as a broken bottle was chucked at her head by a store owner. "Your too young! Get the hell out of here kid!" He shouted and her hands clinched into fists. "Youll pay for that you asshole!" She shouted back but started jogging back towards the house she lived in. She snuck in through the window of the small place and nearly fell back out the window when she found her father sitting in his chair, staring directly at her. The room smelled so strongly of whiskey that she backed up a little, trying to get fresh air. "So" Her father said in a slurred tone. "Want to explain to me why, not only your home late, but we just heard someone shout at you?" He asked. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. "I was out trying to get you more whiskey" She said. "Remember? You told me that if I didnt get you more then you would slit my throat?" She paused with a laugh. "But wait! You cant do that because you would go to jail and never see your whiskey again!" She said and her father stood up. Her eyes got hard. "Dont you dare touch me old man" She snarled and backed up a little more despite herself. He stood in her face and whispered "Dont tell me what to do young lady" He grabbed her arm and threw her down on the ground. She grunted in surprise and felt his foot kick her in the ribs and then he punched her. Actually punched her in the face. She was shocked for a second and then she scowled and slowly stood up. "You should know by now, you dont hit a person when they are down" She sneered and blasted fire at his legs. She heard him scream and she dove out the window. She lifted the bag that she always kept by the window in case something like this happened and she started running towards the bus that was getting ready to leave. She panted heavily and put her hand right through the door to stop it before it closed. The doors were opened again and she tossed money at the driver, glancing out the bus window as she heard her father still screaming. She acted casual and composed her face but her eyes were blazing with anger and she felt like punching someone. She didnt even pay attention to the girl in the front as she sat across from her. She reached into the bag and pulled out her phone. Damn it. Its almost dead!! Her mind screeched and she pulled up her brothers number, ready to text him to pick her up where the bus dropped them off and saw a recent text message from him. "Sorry sis. Got caught. Sending to jail" It read and she tilted her head back against the seat with a scowl. "Fuck it" she said quietly and stared out the window with relief as the bus pulled away and started driving

Broken looked at the girl who had sat across from her. What the fuck? Even without anyone knowing about my powers, I am a dangerous person, so why the fuck did she decide to sit there? she thought to herself. She scorched away from the aisle seat and into the window one. Broken loved the night and hated the day. She leaned her head against the cold glass, the bus was completely silent. Everyone knew who Broken was and everyone knew she didn't like people, especially those who talked a lot, so they would stay silent around her out of fear for their lives. So Broken nearly jumped out of her skin when the girl spoke. "Congrats, you can say fuck" she said as she closed her eyes.

Savayia glanced over at the girl who had spoke and she paused for a moment. Oh great. Broken She thought dully. "I didnt ask you for a comment" She said back, her eyes flickering back to her phone. She was not in the mood for anyones shit. "What did you do this time?" She texted her brother back and was surprised to get a response a moment later. They had let him have his phone in jail for the second time. "Robbed the Whiskey store across the street. Dad turned me in" was his response. She rolled her eyes and looked back at Broken for a second then out the window, her entire body was relaxed but she was mentally tense and ready for anything

"You don't need to, I comment on what I want when I want, get over it," Broken said, her tone making it evident she wasn't in the mood for other people. She pulled her legs up and tucked the beside her, a hand resting on the gun in her belt, just barely hidden by her shirt.

She snorted softly. "Good for you" She said shortly, rolling her eyes. Her eyes flickered to the girls hand and she glanced out the window with a smirk. Nobody here goes anywhere without a gun. She thought, her own gun was on her left side where Broken wouldnt be able to see it. She had a knife in her boot and she casually lifted her bag off the ground where she had put it, silently slipping the knife out of her boot as well and sticking it under her bag as she placed it next to her

Broken laughed, how dumb did she think she was? She has been in a gang since she was 7 years old, she knew when someone did something purposely to hide another thing. Plus, Broken could also see a little bit of the blade sticking out from under the bag. "I can see I'm not the only one with protection methods" Broken said, finally turning to look at the girl head-on. "What's your deal, you look like a mess," Broken said, taking note of the girls look even if her face was composed.

She glanced at the girl. "Who in this town doesnt have their own protection method?" she asked, her eyes flickering for a moment. Some are more effective then others. She thought to herself. She scoffed at the girls question. "Why would you give a fuck?" She responded. "Being a mess is my speciality. Whats yours?" Her voice was dripping with sarcasm and she didnt break eye contact as she spoke, a bit of a hard habbit to break thanks to her lovely father and his so called "Discipline" methods

Broken gave an amused smile, entertained by the girl's attitude. "You would be surprised how many don't," she said, remembering how so many of her victims were unarmed. "And I give a fuck because I saw you jump out of a window and heard a man yelling after you, so my guess is that you don't have a place to stay right now" she informed, Broken may be a cruel and merciless person, but the only gang she wanted killing people was her own, which wouldn't be the case if a 16-year-old girl was on the streets. "And my specialty" she chuckled slightly as she looked at her fingers "is causing death" she finished. Normally she wouldn't hint at anything, but it was almost as if Broken could see the coldness and the fire behind this girl's eyes. She wondered if there were others like her, others with powers.