Thread: Neon (1x1 WilyRily & Niksis)

Having said his peace, the Peacekeeper continued on his route. Curfew was a few hours off still so he had time to spent before the hard part of his work began. Before curfew, there really wasn't much for the Peacekeepers to do, those who wanted to break the law, did so underground and those who walked the streets were law abiding citizen, most of them anyway. So instead of worrying himself all too much about Jack and his verbal jab earlier, Jonas moved on his way. Though for whatever reason, he couldn't seem to get the picture of the young girl out of his mind. Though he did not let that deter him form his job as he continued his route, greeting every civilian who crossed his path. Of course, not everything was peaceful and idyllic in New England. The odd troublemaker occasionally walked it's streets. Gang members and other rabble bend on bringing this peaceful and perfect city to it's knees. Men like Jack, though he was mostly talk and not action. Though most troublemakers not on drugs would quickly disband their separate ways once a Peacekeeper moved in their direction. They didn't look like much, the Peacekeepers. But in an effort to keep the city under control. And to combat the ever growing resistance movement, each Peacekeeper was vigorously trained in many forms of martial arts and gunfighting. While not superhuman by any means, each Peacekeeper was hardened to be a killing machine in his own right, and Jonas was no different. Of course, there was always the odd drunk who wanted to test the rumor of the Peacekeeper being unbeatable. And more often than not, the rumor had proven true. Not afraid to break arms and legs, each attempt of insurection was met with lethal force. As much as they wanted to keep the peace, they wanted to show their dominance towards the civillians. Granted, it had been because of reasons just like this, that people hated them like they did. The night was still young, at least for Jonas. He was one of those lucky enough to be on the night shift. And it was this shift that saw the most action. A combination of the curfew mixed with some peoples tendency to consume vast quantities of liquids like Vile and other brands of homebrew. the Peacekeepers kept finding distilleries and they kept shutting them down. However just like cockroaches, they kept showing up again and again. At this point, it had become rutine to just shut one down. And while some people were arrested for it occasionally, most of the brewers in New England had gotten smarter and smarter. So while they kept shutting down distilleries left and right, arrests were getting rarer and rarer. News wouldn't reach Jonas until early in the morning though, but Jack had been pulled in by another group of Peacekeepers later that night due to being under the influence of illegal substances, here included homebrewed alcohol. And while consuming things like Vile was not illegal, brewing it was, so they could not arrest Jack on that ground, but decided to take him in for a nights rests regardless, knowing that the streets of New England would be a better place for everyone, if the charismatic rebel was taken off, if only for a few hours. As if a stroke of fate guided him, Jonas turned a corner only to see that same young red head from earlier, only this time alone, and seemingly having slight issues with keeping upright and walking straight. Knowing that she was an associate of Jacks, perhaps even one of his many hanger-ons, Jonas assumed that it was the effects of alcohol. Unlike the last time, not wanting to cause a scene, Jonas was content with just watching her from afar. Silently ensuring that she would return home, safe from the distance he would watch her. And considering that curfew was only ten or fifteen minutes away, well, she had to hurry unless she wanted to sleep the buzz off in the same cell that Jack was in.