THE PURGE (Group RP) RP

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-February 28th, 2022-
<Three weeks prior to the annual Purge>

With less than a month left until the yearly Purge (sanctioned by the New Founding Fathers of the United States Government), people in the city of Addison, were beginning to hold their breath. Each passing day was an unofficial countdown, to their possible doom, or torment. There were a scarce few that were unafraid, but the vast majority - seemed to get more and more nervous. Often used as a containment for society, and an eradicator of the poor and homeless, the weaker of the economy, always feared for the worst naturally. Though many of the good-hearted poor people focused on helping others or preparing their homes (if they had a home), others signed on with the Addison Gangs, and tried to barter their way into protection by serving the Gangs for however long.

Many of the rich were preparing themselves already. Several were writing checks, out to the families of those who had members offering themselves up as "Purge Martyrs." While most of these Martyrs tended to be old people who wanted their children and families to be "better-off financially" - some of them, offered themselves up to ensure that the rich would house their families, and protect them during the Purge itself. Which would, as always, happen on March 21st of each year.

By now the Purge had been going on for about five years, so almost everyone, knew just how it worked. Parents, teachers, businessmen, students, children - and so on, would have to prepare themselves for potential threats. The phrase "Stay Safe", had become something that everyone said to their friends, or their co-workers, even family members located further away. It was said more often than "thank you" or "God Bless whomever" too. The term was used in a polite sense, while others sensed it was used for their impending doom on such a night. Some people had lists, others just tried not to make enemies. Many would participate in the Purge, but most would hide. Those against the eradication of the poor and homeless would step up and gather what they had, to fight back against the Purgers who would eventually make a rampage through their towns.

This was a Nationwide Event. Which meant no state would escape the Purge once it arrived. In this particular City - Addison - most of the people were Pro-Purging. Which meant that they had heavy amounts of support for the cause. They looked forwards to letting out the 'Beast' or participating in a 'Cleansing' per say. While others hid in their homes, these would be the threats breaking into them should they choose to do so.

-6:00 AM, Morning-

On February 28th, 2022, people did as they normally did. For most of them, they were just getting up to head into work, or send their children off to school. It was a Monday, so it was the start of a new week, and the final day of the month before March came in and kicked everyone in the ass.

However, for a certain spiky-haired male, Monday, was just another excuse to sleep in.

Last day of the month, and Salvation was already strapped for the on-coming night of the Purge. Grinning to himself as he went over some financial information, he scrolled through to get the latest News on the outside world from his Estate.

The man lived in the more forested area of Addison, in a quiet mansion located across the way from Duke's Arcade and the rest of the suburbs. Since he was right along the shoreline of the beach, carefully hidden in the woods, he wasn't exactly placed on the map. Unless you followed his driveway through the woods to his house, you'd never find it anyhow. That, and well, his entire yard was gated off with steel black spires that fired up some 8 feet into the air and connected with steel bars all the way around his property. It was not to say that someone couldn't climb the fence however, since Salvation's younger twin brother, had climbed it enough time using the trees. But if one did climb it, they weren't guaranteed to make it to the front entrance.

Fingering some of his long, navy-colored hair, the male narrowed his reddish eyes, and pulled up some of the territory clashes in Addison's Downtown area. Apparently the Alpha Wolves and the Colored Godz were having their daily gang wars, and somehow the Cartel had weaseled their way into town, offering weapons up in exchange for the human trafficking of children. Typical day for Addison really.

"Just another day...." The male said, before removing his thin glasses from his face. He looked up and over his laptop, to see that someone was standing in his doorway again. "What is it Chris?" He demanded, growling at his white-haired twin.

The lesser twin who stood in the door way, wore super-soft pajamas that were blue with white dots all over them. As he stood there like he did, one wouldn't have known he were in fact both genders - which had amused the bigger twin for years too many. He looked slender, and was very pale, in comparison to the dominant male twin. The hermaphrodite twin only whined and slowly walked over to his brother, carrying some kind of huge stuffed white rabbit, equally as soft as his clothing. He nervously stood before his brother now, shuffling his bare feet back and fourth, or just using one to scratch at the other.

"Do you have something you want to tell me, or is there a reason you're up this early? Have you taken your meds this morning?" Salvation hissed, eyeing the other before him.

Chris looked down at the floor, which was hard wood in this particular room. It was Salvation's personal work Office, somewhere where he sat almost daily when not out and about doing business deals with who-the-fuck-ever.

"Um.... where's... Ayase..?" Chris would ask softly, almost afraid to hear the answer. He knew his brother to be cruel to their son, but to have removed him from the home... this truly scared the mothering parent of the young child. "Sal..?"

"I didn't make out with that deal Christopher." Salvation would say rather fiercely. "I did what I had to, so don't freak out on me. Go and take your medication, and we will talk about your son." The older twin said, somewhat angrily.

"Our.... son..." Chris whispered, looking down sadly. "W-What did-"

"NOW CHRIS! Go and do what I told you, or I will not explain a damned thing!" The navy-haired male snapped, slapping the desk with his right hand for emphasis on his rage. He startled the other of course, who backed up in fear. Lowering his tone, he told the boy to go and take his medications, and to return to him.

The albino twin wiped away a few tears, and wandered back into his bedroom to do what his older twin brother had told him to. For years he'd been taking things for anxiety, and things to slow his panic attacks and freak-out fits. Disabled mentally and unable to work, Christopher was forced into staying home, where the older brother ran the show. Having no parents and no other relatives, Salvation did what he had to, to ensure the two of them success. And to ensure they did not loose their Estate, which was left behind by their dead parents, Salvation, did some horrendous things. Which we'll get into shortly.

It was 6:00 AM in the morning, and the Addison State Asylum, was just waking up. Inmates were now being given meds, along with their usual craptacular breakfast. Guards were getting ready to preform their rounds, and the psychos behind bars, were planning their usual attacks. Though many of them were in straight-jackets, behind bars, locked in padded rooms, or strapped to their beds - somehow, they still figured out ways to make the guards and staff's life - a living fucking hell.

"Teeheehee, you thought you'd get me, but I got you!" A voice sang into the air, filled with giggles and a child's laughter. "I never loose though! I'm always the one winning, you see? Teeheehee!"

Currently, sitting atop a dead corpse was a female who was just 13 years of age. Dumped off by her Foster Parents for murdering all of her Foster Siblings in a blood-rage, the female was surely never getting out. Or was she? Right then she was just sickly enjoying her prize. A guard with a nice stiff shaft had promised the small female her blade - in exchange for the use of what was between her legs. Such a stupid fool - and a new one as well (new to the system) - had gotten what he'd asked for. And so, so much more. Gingerly pulling out his eyes from their sockets, the girl would look them over, before licking them with her rather long tongue.

Once she determined that the eyes had no interesting taste, she speared them both with her dagger, and even bit into one just to watch it squish beneath her sharp little teeth. Spitting the eyes back out she laughed and giggled, sitting atop his chest, which was stabbed somewhere around 57 times. His heart and lungs were unrecognizable - and better looked like meat which had gone through a grinder. How she'd managed to pry open his rib cage one did not know - and probably did not want to know. But there he was - all open and exposed.

Somehow this guard's penis had found it's way into his esophagus, a funny little twist for the sadistic girl sitting atop his corpse. The girl was wearing nothing, as he'd tore off her little white gown and had pulled off her small panties that went beneath it. After he handed the girl over he had fucked her, holding her down while she cut up her own arms, the male pushing his fingers into her to further his feeling of enjoyment until he came inside her.

He had been doing this on and off for the passing week. Though each time he'd managed to elude the girl, sedate her, and take her blade back. After impregnating her however by accident, he'd slipped up, and missed his chance to restrain her. It ended with her atop him, ravaging him, until he was nothing but a strewn pile of mess and gore. Now licking her lips after dipping the blade in his blood, was Little Yami - the most savage beast confined to that Asylum.

When the lab coats came to room 666 and peered inside to witness the sheer terror that their 6:05AM rounds had wrought, they immediately shot the small child with a sedative, launched from the barrel of a plastic rifle. Once they were sure she was completely unconscious, they dared to open the door, to which then, they would move her to another room which was more locked-down than the last. After such was complete, they'd deal with the body removal... Yummy...

Ayase woke up very confused. The sun seemed to shine down over his face, it was warm through the... windows?

The blonde boy with huge blue eyes didn't know it yet, but he was on his way into a very unsettling situation. After being bought by someone located in Addison's Downtown, the lad had been sent off by his fathering parent, to his new place of 'residence'. Unbeknownst to him, he had been bought off by someone he didn't know - but would soon, get to know quite well over the course of the coming few weeks.

"You think the Boss really wants this kid?" A voice was saying up front from the driver's seat.

Sitting in the passenger seat was another male, who the lad couldn't make out. "Beats me. He paid for him, so he must want him for something. Probably for his normal circumstances." Was the reply.

Ayase looked up to see that he was laying in the backseat of some kind of car - perhaps a truck even with how much space there was in the backseats of the cab. His hands and legs were bound with rope, and his face was taped with some kind of silver tape. He looked around to see that he was also in some kind of crate - perhaps and over-sized dog kennel or something. Whimpering to himself, he began to fear for his life, and fought to keep himself quiet out of fear of these men killing him.

The driver cleared his throat and yawned. "Well, we're here. Time to head in to the King and deliver him his prize. What's so special about this one from the rest anyways?" The man was wondering, as he pulled into the underground parking of Alpha Wolf Tower.

The other man stretched, and double-checked his gun holster. His pistol was still tightly in place, so he relaxed, and looked over at his traveling buddy.

"No idea. Supposedly he's a virgin, and is 'attractive' or some shit. He was worth a lot during bidding, in comparison to the other kids who'd already been used. I think the Boss said something about keeping the kid around as a slave or something. If he's not fucking him, he's probably making him his personal maid. Or offering him up as a child between them to his lady who lives outside the town." The secondary man suggested.

"Naw I don't think he'd do that. She's got nothing to do with his business and you know she'd never allow him to be that way." The other snorted. "Personally I think our Boss has some serious issues, but who doesn't. I mean absolutely no disrespect either. I think he needs that girl in his life more often."

"Heh, yeah we'll see. Anyways, time to get out, and do our jobs." They were parked now, and began to get out of their vehicle, which was a black-on-black SUV with blacked out everything. "Oh look, he's awake now."

The two males pulled the crate out of their truck, and began to carry it inside, the boy frozen in fear, laying very still. With the two strong Wolves carrying him, it wasn't all that hard to get him to the elevator shaft, where they went up several floors and slapped fives with other Wolves from the Gang.

When the two males made it to the top floor, they bowed their heads to their superiors, and were then sent inside to their Leader, who sat on a throne-like chair, between two very black German Shepards. Their Leader was probably operating on more than one kind of painkiller, which was somewhat shocking since it was only a little after six in the morning.

"He got out of bed for this, so you'd best be sure this is the right one." One of the Wolf Guards said, a Guard of higher rank than the two entering the premises.

"I double-checked everything. The product is the same as the one ordered." One replied immediately after, as they set the crate down in front of their Gang Leader.

The other male opened the crate, and the small boy was pulled from it. He struggled and attempted to squirm away, but couldn't get far with the other male holding him tightly in the air with one arm. The small lad was in nothing but white pajamas and tons of ropes and binds. His face was taped so no one could hear his screams, and he looked relatively unharmed despite his struggles to get away. He was dragged over to his new Owner, who the boy closed his eyes before and refused to look upon out of fear.

Shaking and shivering as the older men stripped away his binds, and then his clothing, the boy cried and whined, curled up on the floor. He was forced to his feet at gunpoint, and told to remain so, while their Leader wandered around him and examined him properly. He kept his eyes tightly closed until the dominant male confronted him, and forced him to open his eyes so he could see them. To the Leader's amazement they were still just as huge and blue as he remembered them - just as terrified too.

"Should we give him the pill so he's unable to get away before we leave?" A voice asked, though it now muffled to Ayase's ears.

"I think it will make things simpler, so go ahead." The Higher Rank said, once their Lead had taken his seat once again. He was now snorting some kind of powered substance which he'd crushed up himself upon rolling out of bed. So much for sleeping in on a Monday. "Make it quick and don't bruise or damage it."

Without warning the small boy would be forced to his knees. Something would be shoved inside him, that made everything start to spin almost immediately after. When he was a lethargic mess, he was dragged into someone's lap, where he blacked out every five minutes for the duration of the first hour. He tried to keep himself covered up, but it was no use, since his body was pretty much dead to the world now, with only his eyes open to watch. His breathing began to pick up, and he felt strangely warm... and just... odd in a sense. It would soon be explained that the drug was something to cause him a peculiar sense of agony, which young lads his age didn't generally feel for another few years or so. It would eventually grow so intense, that he would be willing to do anything just to make the feeling stop.

'Bastian's alarm clock beeped angrily on the bedside table. The noise echoed in the small room and he hoped like hell his flatmate would come turn it off for him. But that didn’t happen, rolling over he yanked the sheets over his head, pulled the pillow he was cuddling closer and moaned into it to express his dissatisfaction over having to get up. It was warm curled among the mess of sheets but getting up, not so much. Well, it was his own fault for sleeping in just his boxers wasn’t it. The beeping seemed to fade into the background after a while allowing the young man too slip somewhat back to sleep.

Now, it wasn’t that dear ‘Bastian wasn’t a morning person or even the fact it was cold that put him off leaving the comfort of his bed today. It was the prospect of going to school. It was a less than a week before the purge and that meant that all the teachers would be going on about self-defence and keeping oneself self. Well, at least this was his senior year anyway. He remembered his freshman year, he’d been weird enough for people to make a target out of him which led to some interesting situations during the purge. In fact, many students, especially seniors in his year had made a target of freshman’s as a whole now. Threats of death were muttered under breaths during hallway passes. Notes would be slipped into lockers. People would be followed home to be marked targets.

For those at school the Purge may possibly been more of a hell than it was for adults. If you had enemies you were going to have to watch your back. Actually, if you had enemies it was likely you were going to die.

Unless that was, you were a senior student. Senior students were feared by their younger counter parts. These people had survived the last five years either through their own intelligence of knowing how to prepare or simply by brute force. When it came to ‘Bastian however, he didn’t know how he was still alive. Probably by acting like he wasn’t to be messed with even though his skills in combat were pretty shit, of course he had learned a few things through practical experience. Plus Matt’s father had taken the two boys to learn how to shoot a couple of years ago. Sure ‘Bas never had gotten the hang of it but it was at least good to know how to work a gun.

Hearing the clicking of a cup on his side table ‘Bas pulled the sheets from his face he rolled over still clutching his pillow watch Matt turn the alarm off. The other boy looked exhausted; he had at least six girls throwing death threats at him currently and twice as many boys. The blond was one of the schools scapegoats for relationship issues. Sure he’d convinced many a girl to sleep with him (though this was regularly when they were drunk) but all the mistakes he’d made were on accident. ‘Bas reached out to tug at his friends shirt, they hadn’t bothered to get dressed yet, they still wore the oversized grey t-shirt they’d declared their sleeping garment. In one hand a half drunk cup of coffee shook slightly as they turned to look at ‘Bastian still coiled around a pillow.

”I made you coffee. You still need to shower so get up.” the blond said before taking gulping down some more coffee and going to leave if he had not been stopped by another tug of his shirt.

”Don’t listen to their threats. It’s all bravado just like mine. I doubt any of them actually have any of the weapons they say they do. You have a gun and you know how to use it. Don’t let them get to you man.” ‘Bastian said, ending his talk with a yawn before shuffling out of his blankets a bit to grab his own cup of coffee and hold the warm mug to his lips.

”Well the only threats you get these days are from guys you hit on so you can’t talk. Plus that group of anti homo peeps. Though I doubt they’d actually harm anyone since murder isn’t really something their religion says they should do.” Matt wandered from the room leaving his flatmate to their drink. ‘Bas didn’t mind mornings always did have this awkward feeling to them. He knew the blond had been experiencing nightmares over the last week. During the last purge Matt had shot at least twenty people, all had come at him first but as the time for this year’s purge came around they were looking more and more paranoid. ‘What if the people I killed have friends that will come after me?’ the blond had rambled one drunken night, ‘What if they’ve been following me home and know where we are?’, ‘What if they know where my parents are and kill them in front of me?’, ‘What about that person who was going around skinning people, what if they turn up?’.

Well, at least he didn’t seem as bad as some of the people at school. A freshman girl had jumped off the roof  the week before in fear of the upcoming events. ‘Bas remembered when he would of thought to do the same… but now… survival seemed all the more important and taking the easy way out of either hiding or killing oneself seemed all the more weak.

Coffee finished he left the empty cup on his already cluttered side table of yaoi comics his friend Frankie had bought him and dragged himself out of bed. The floor of his room wasn’t as messy as one would of thought it would be, everything was always shoved away somewhere and reorganized on occasion. Though this said, all surfaces were coated with jackets, paper and whatever item he’d grabbed from his parent’s house the Sunday last. Opening a drawer with a foot he pulled out a clean pair of pants and the first shirt he laid his hands on before wandering too the shower in a half asleep daze.

Matt was in their brushing his teeth still but he didn’t seem to care that the other male was undressing to have a shower. After having known each other for over just over ten years both were more than comfortable around each other. Brothers from another mother one could say or you could simply look at the fact they fucked on occasion and take from that the fact they seem each other naked in the past so didn’t give a fuck.

Busy fixing his hair Matt glanced over his shoulder, ”What you said about them just using bravado, you wouldn’t mind perhaps… threatening them for me.” the blond questioned his friend. Though, over the next few weeks any threats thrown about at school would have to be done in a much more subtle manner, since of course the teachers would be keeping a close eye on which students. Putting the hairbrush down he lent closer to the mirror to pick at his teeth as ‘Bastian responded of the sound of running water.

”You’re too soft you know. Plus me threatening them will only make them pester you all the more. I’ve told you this last year, wait to the week before. By then most would of cowardly stepped back from their threats. Most people don’t want to target anyone they think will fight back anyway. They know you shot a few people last year as well so I doubt you’re going to be harmed. You know, how about you come thieving with me this year? More fun than hiding in a bunker. On that note… are your parents paying to hide out at Pegasus’ place again this year?”

Matt stepped away from the mirror to let out an uncomfortable. Yeah they probably were. In fact, Matt’s parents each year would fundraise money to help pay to get the communities children somewhere safe. His mother ran the group that organize to gather up those unable to defend themselves in the hope of hiding them away. Well that was his mother anyway. His father was a cop, the purge was that one time of the year when the man had absolutely no power other than his skill with a gun. The last three years Matt’s father had helped act as a guard for Pegasus’ manor during the purge. It was less safe than being inside the manor itself but if helped protect his wife and those she cared about he would do whatever he could.

”I’m not soft ‘Bas, I just want to avoid conflict unlike your dumbass attitude of getting yourself into shit because you can’t be bothered thinking about consequences . And yeah, they’re going to Pegasus’ for the purge again.” turning he headed to the bathroom door, he still needed to get properly dressed away. Plus if he wasn’t the one to make breakfast ‘Bastian wasn’t going to eat. He completely ignored to the offer to go thieving with the other. He had no desires to commit any sort of robberies, even if taking what he wanted was so much cheaper than buying stuff. He knew that ‘Bastian would steal a heap of stuff for him anyway so there was no point in going.

Unlike his flatmates room his was a shit load more messy. He cleaned up once a week but it only took a day before his wardrobe found itself all over the floor again. He made his bed though, which seemed like an island of clear space in comparison to everything else. Well hey, it may have been messy but at least it wasn’t dirty. T-shirt was exchanged for a suit shirt and jeans were obtained from on his desk. Stuff was kicked to the edges to make a small path on his way out. Toast was made in the kitchen that doubled as the lounge, was eaten on the recently vacuumed couch that was covered by numerous blankets before another plate was made to be placed on the bathroom counter so ‘Bas would eat it while doing his makeup.

Just a regular school morning. Nothing truly to worry about yet. Besides, the apartment block was reasonably secure so Matt told himself he had nothing to worry about. He packed both his own bag and his flat mates then waited by the door for them to be ready to leave. So, another day was reluctantly begun by the both of them.

In the slums of Addison City, a woman with Pink, long hair that reached the lower part of her back, her eyes were a clear sky blue, along with an outfit she wore that was also white. It was pretty much like a sexy school girls outfit with a really short shirt that covers her breasts and is like a button up shirt with a short little tie. lived and worked. She was a kind one and she also had a horrible past. The past she lived over in her mind, just haunted her. It was morning, about five am and the female was on her way to work smiling and was enjoying her day as she walked from her home to work. Pink was her name and she worked at a weapon store, which shocked everyone that knew her, but they knew she needed a job so they didn't say to much.

The apartments there were not the best, but where Pink lives, she made it a little nicer. Her place was cleaned, painted and rearranged. She fixed up the holes and fixed the problems it had, like pluming and electrical. She painted her walls, neutral colors that were relaxing. In her living room, it was a slight spring green. The bedroom, except hers, were a sky blue. Her kitchen was a slightly light gray color and her cabinets were a black along with her stove, fridge, and dishwasher.

Her room, of course, was a pale pink and her bed and dresser was a deep pink, but her bed had hot pink and a rose pink. Her floor was black all throughout the house, but in the bathrooms and kitchen. They were gray tiles. Her living room was slightly small, but it was perfect for herself and along with every other room. She only had one bathroom and only one bedroom. She never really knew anyone here in the city, so she got a place for herself only.

She would always have her gun, a black pistol with a pink handle, to her side on her belt, for easy access. She is licensed to use these guns and she is skilled in small hand guns and some of the large guns. Pink is always going to work early in the morning, like 4 to 5 o'clock. She opens her store, but on this day, the day the purge starts, well, she is well prepared for whatever happens....

In the Addison Asylum, a female by the name of Lil Miss Rarity would be found. She was placed in the worst wing for obvious reasons. She uses her knife throwing skills to capture her victims and then would skin them alive, slowly, piece by piece. She would then place them in lemon juice and salt before ripping their teeth and nails out one by one with pliers. The female was insane and well, her face showed it. Rarity had three scars on her right eye, and on the bridge of her nose. Her eye, well, was pitch black with a white glowing dot as her iris. Her hair was in big curls and it was rather long, down to the middle of her back. Her nails were neatly done, her clothes looked like they were from a fashion show.

Lil Miss Rarity was pacing around her room, when she heard a bunch of noise outside of her room. She noticed, LY being, well, LY. Curious, she pick locked her door with hair pins she had hidden and escaped as the 'guards' were busy. She ran off and found herself the way out, but was stopped by a voice. The knives Rarity had, were purple throwing knives that she got from her grandmother, who was a professional knife thrower for a circus. Ever since she got them, she has been using them to her advantage

Deja Vu, a really insane inmate of the asylum. She was known to use multiple things on her 'nurses' as she calls them. She was locked, in her room, playing with her scythe she somehow got in there. She called it her "Death Scythe" and she used it for so many things. The female was a very serious one and it showed in her bright green eyes. Her head, was rather short in the back, but in the front she had two wavy lengths. She was dressed in a school girls uniform and was just sitting there, on her bed, thinking of how to escape, when she saw Rarity run by. She ran up to her door and shouted. "RARITY! GET OVER HERE NOW!" and it echoed.

Rarity stopped and looked behind her, toward Deja's door. Walking over, slowly, she stopped in front of it, glaring in. "Do you want me to set you free, darling? Do you not know how to get out your damn self!" She growled as she gave the other female a death glare.

Deja smirked, "If only you want to stay alive throughout the Purge. I know you want to stay alive to see the next day." She chuckled with a slight growl. Rarity gave in and lock-picked the door, opening it slowly.

"Fine, let's go play with body parts. Shall we darling?" She smirked before running off again. Deja chuckled and grabbed her scythe. The Scythe she holds was made by her, for when she was wanting to see what she can do when it came to smithing a weapon. The female was surprised that her scythe came out that good, so she kept using it when she killed.

Drake was out and about in the slums of the city. He lives in a two bedroom apartment with his twin sister, Enya. He has short black hair, red eyes, and sightly pale skin. He always wore a black tee-shirt, red jacket with white trim, and normal blue jeans and black and white tennis shoes. He was about 6 foot and was known as an idiot. His sister, Enya, she had green hair, about down to her lower back. Her eyes were also a light green color. Her personality was just fulled with sweetness and kindness. She was much different then Drake, who happens to be really hyper active and always causing trouble. Enya was slightly shyer and more timid then he was.

Drake worked at a hotdog stand and was wanting to help Enya with the rent money. He would always be saying, "SHOVE THESE YUMMY, DELICIOUS HOTDOGS INTO YOUR THROAT NOW! WHILE SUPPLIES LAST!" and other random things. He was a joker and his weapon of choice, was a dildo knife that lights up. He got it as a gift from a friend of his for his birthday. He uses it almost everyday for his hotdogs. The male likes working and likes to be a retard idiot fuck, as his friends called him.

He was at his hotdog stand and was setting up for the start of the day when he saw Pink. "OH MY JESUS! PINKIE BOOOOOO!" he shouts. The female looked over and then turned away, before running off to her store. The male blinked before shrugging it off, going whatever he does in the morning with his dogs.

Blu currently sat alone in her house. Not really much for the outdoors, the girl had made her living there in that blue house - where everything inside, was painted blue. Typing away at a computer, she continued her usual services for the morning - which included the running of no more than 20 websites at any given time, for several huge companies. One of which, was even ran for Salvation, that rich prick from down the street. When she wasn't working on his business deals and setting up for more of them (via his site) she was recruiting people to join up for the Duke's Arcade site, so that they got all the latest concert updates, and free booze tickets. That particular site, the one for Duke's, was surely quite popular.

While cruising through her work, she sat there in her bluish pajamas, sipping tea. Music played throughout the house, something more or less for background noise as she was totally alone. Right now she had a lot going though her mind, and with the Purge happening in three weeks - it was only natural for some kind of concern to cross her mind every so often. Surely it was that way for the many others of Addison, perhaps outside their state as well - people thought the same as she had.

Blu was a dominant character. One of brownish-red eyes, and long blue hair. She wasn't much for height, but her speed was enough to get things done. Proficient with a bow and her arrows, the female practiced once a day for several years, to get her aim to almost perfect. With an annual Purge, one could never be too careful - and protecting herself, was surely needed. Surely though, her Mate could protect her - he did run a Gang in the City. Though he wasn't around much now, since she'd put a bit of distance between the two due to his immoral acts and behaviors. Blu did not condone the things that her other half Melvin did, but she didn't bother trying to stop him since he was too far into the life by now.

"Well nothing to do now but start sending these E-mails..." The female muttered to herself, starting to get her work together for the day. She almost began to wonder where all of Salvation's funds had been going lately, then shrugged off the curiosity since it wasn't her direct business to know.

Every now and again she would get to visit Salvation, who was an evil conniving bastard in so many ways it practically disgusted her. But like many others in the past he'd grown on her, and somehow, she had mutual respect for the man. She mostly tolerated Salvation due to his twin brother, who was probably the sweetest person one would ever have the pleasure of meeting. Blu had a soft spot for the boy with the white-silver hair, and she did what she could to visit him whenever business deals were at a high rate and she needed to appear in person to Salvation. If it didn't happen that way, Blu had surely slipped Chris a set of her house keys, so that whenever he needed to flee from his abusive twin, he was able to hide away in her house.

Most of Addison had some sort of connection to someone. If one didn't, they would be at the mercy of being truly alone. Which wasn't safe around this time, day and age. Blu silently remained thankful for the people she knew - and hoped they'd never become future enemies during the inevitable time.