[Jacob]

*Setting: The sky was dark, the air dank. Old newspapers scuttled down the street, blown by the gentle night breeze. The street was known for its rough and tumble, and though the Magog had tried to crack down on the violent nature of such a place...they ended up giving up. Too many workers had been killed, weapons stolen and basically made the Magog a mockery. Giving up was the best thing for THEM, of course. The community on a whole suffered. Rape increased, homocide increased, children were orphaned because their mothers were killed whilst on the streets. All Prostitutes actually working for the Magog and whom lived in that area were abandoned and left to fend for themselves with no protection whatsoever. The small street were spiraling into the abyss of oblivion. Soon, only the thugs would be alive...*

Walking with his head down Quade finally had time to think. Think about life, where he was heading and where he would be in another 10 years time. He figured he'd most likely be dead. If not, probably still in the buisness he's in now. Possibly working behind the desks. A scream came from the right of him, across the crack ridden road. A female Mudokon was being raped, in an alleyway by a group of thugs, they looked like Loacs but he wasn't sure. He didn't care anyway and without turning back carried on in the direction he was going...

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*Setting: In the training center of the Agency only one person was still preparing. Kai. He was practicing hand to hand combat with one of the large boxing bags that hung from the ceiling. The room was large, quite like a boxing training center. To the far end were two large boxing rings and to the near front, the training gear. Such as skipping ropes, weights, treadmills and such.*

Kai grunted, punching the bag with all his force. His paws were bound with gauze and all he was wearing were a pair of Red shorts. Every so often he would kick the bag with a low, side kick, spraying sweat as he did so. Imagining it was his father. Finally, after 2 1/2 hours of training he stopped, placing his hands on his knee's he bent over and attempted to catch his breath. Looking up at the bean bag one last time before he turned to get a nice, cold shower. He was proud of himself, he didn't think he would last as long as he did. Didn't think he could attack as long as that. But anger, frustration and saddness can bring out the worst. Make you a monster...

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*Setting: Her room was dark. Only one light was on and that was the one above her bed. Ella was sat up reading. Her bedroom was tiny and you could hardly move once inside the cramped room. This was mainly because of the junk that she kept, she liked to call them 'memories' however. And was oblivious to the fact that the stuff was, actually, rubbish. She was sat up reading, partially under the dark Red covers. Her hair wrapped in a Peach-coloured towel, drying. The book was called 'An Under Water Rose' and was about a child suffocated by its family. Struggling to break free of the 'taboo's' the family bestowed on its entity. She had only started reading it and thus didn't know much about it, she enjoyed it though. And at certain points smiled at the funny remarks that were placed in the, true, book.*

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*Setting: The Mudokon, Jale, sighed. Wiping his brow with the pack of his paw. After 1/2 an hour of grunting, moaning and cursing, he finally gave up. He was in the Agencies garage, trying to fix his company car. It was a sleek black model, bullet proof. Sun roof, tinted windows...everything for defense purposes. The only problem was it didn't work and Jale had spent most of his pay on new parts, trying to get his 'beauty' to start. The garage was dark, apart from a gentle glow from an Oil lamp that hung from the bonnet of the black model, lighting the inards of the beast. Slumping back onto a wooden chair he fumed silently. Casting down the Spanner that he held in his Oily paw. He looked around, noticing other cars, vans etc. Some used for transport, some for kidnaps. All had a different story to tell, all had different battle scars, all totally unique. The vehicles seemed to reflect the drivers, and, with this notion in mind Jale stood up, picked up the Spanner and got back to work. Determined to make this black monster purr like a Lion...*

(OOC: Not really exciting i know...but still)