OPEN;; resident psycho returns

[» R.I.O.T «]

A tiny figure walked through the door of the shinny base for the gang. Nobody seemed to flinch as the vibrant haired girl came and went so much not many even paid much attention. Small friendly smiles offered to those in the gang who wandered past. Many of the gang liked to sit around and live somewhat under the protection of the more active members, Riot, the little red head of course being one of these. In fact you could almost say she was overly active. The gang was lucky, they only experienced that sweet, adorable and affectionate side of her that could sit around for hours with someone. As for those Riot didn't like as her name rather suggested she could cause quite the scene, skilled at fighting the girl perfected her ways in the handling of blades. Knives, daggers, swords, anything sharp she adored.


Moving into one of the living spaces where some would just chill the girl stood up straight. From her tight clothing it looked like the small figure could hide nothing under those skinny black jeans however before sitting down she dismantled the weapons from her form. On the table she placed, a switchblade, two knives, three small throwing stars and her shinny desert eagle. She only carried her gun just encase, Riot was one to favor the sound of flesh cutting beneath her hands of those she hated. Sitting down with a gently sigh she brushed fingers through her hair. The start of the days her been uneventful however the night could hold much more excitement.

If she found anyone to join in that is.

[.x. P R I E S T .x.]

.x. P R I E S T .x.
>>confess your sins<<

Home base. The sight of the tall, metal buildings glinting in the sun always gave Priest a sense of family and welcome. Opening the door to the long entrance hallway, the shouting, laughing, and arguing of The Outlaws could be heard through the thin walls. The gang had gotten to be a good size as of late, and there seemed to be a lot of people hanging around today. Some of them were permanent residents of the compound, and some just hung out when they could. Priest was more of the permanent kind. His mom and sister Kasha had a house he could always go home to, but he knew he needed to be here most of the time to take care of the gang. But he always made sure to visit Mom and Kasha every day. He loved those two more than anyone. Well, with the exception of Riot. She came pretty close.

Priest knew Riot was hanging around today, and was excited to see her. He always got into the most mischief with Riot; she was fun to hang with. Priest headed straight for where he knew she would be, his footfalls echoing on the worn metal flooring. He entered through a room's doorway and a familiar sight met his eyes: a bright patch of orangeish hair. Riot's little body rested on a tattered couch with her weapons spread out before her on the scratched coffee table. A lazy smile crept across Priest's features as he sat down heavily on the couch beside Riot. It had always fascinated him how she could hide all those little knives and such on her person. It seemed impossible to him.

Holding a fist out for Riot to 'pound it', Priest met her gaze. "Hey dude. How's it rollin'?"

[» R.I.O.T «]

Riot leaned back in the seat, brushing fingers through her hair she then gave a long stretch, several of her bones clicked and she smiled in a rather calm and sedated fashion. In fact the small girl was at her Witt's end. She hated days like these, and I mean really hated them. There had been no havoc caused, no killings, no shouting, not even one single dirty look. Hell, the girl hadn't even left the gang turf, which she loved to do oh so much. It caused such chaos and confusion, just walking down the street in her gang colors it would make everyone paranoid that the little psycho was looking for someone. Riot always walked with such purpose nobody would even guess she was just wandering around for the hell of it.

Many however would underestimate the little teen, something she loathed yet loved at the same time. Riot hated how nobody really took her seriously, half of the looks she got were rather questioning in wander that such a little thing could have such a mismatching reputation. Saying this, on the other hand she loved to prove people wrong. Those 'you couldn't hurt a fly' comments got her going nice and good and gave her the chance to really show them how wrong they were. Riot loved to hear them cry and beg for mercy from someone half their height, her agility and quickness of the hand got her out of many situations and even though the wasn't exactly the strongest she was surprisingly strong for such a little thing.

Picking up a small blade from the table of her goodies she turned it in one hand prodding the sharp point lightly with her thumb every know and again, only hard enough to cause a small dent though. Glancing up, her bright green eyes met those of a fellow member and her sweet little smile crossed her expression to see Priest. The sort of smile that made you think she would never harm a soul, she always managed to give off a rather sweet and naive look, it helped her get out of many situations however did nothing to aid her into getting into bars and such. That was always annoying, she would often have to threaten the bouncers before getting in so it would take rather a lot of time.

She couldn't help but laugh at the greeting she got and knowing full well what she was meant to do it was very rare that Riot did that. Instead she took his hand in hers and kissed a knuckle. With a devious smile she let his hand drop. "It's not." Her simple statement in answer to his question she wrinkled her nose a little before smiling softly once more. "Today is just blergh...My highlight was going to star bucks and getting coffee." Laughing a little she glanced around. Where on earth did she leave her coffee anyways?