Thread: Wasteland Blues (Fabulam-Admissarius & Sketchyequine)

Just like in the olden days, every gang had a rival group. And in every rival group there was a higher price on some heads than others. Those that had a higher price on their heads had to tread around the world a little lighter than those that flew beneath the radar of their rivals. However, no matter how lightly you tread, it always seemed like the enemy would find the target on your back eventually. That was always a very unlucky day for the person involved. It usually marked death day and, depending on how sadistic the bastards were, that could either be quick and easy or a quite terrible way to go. Most hoped for the quick and easy route. For Fennec, however, it didnt seem as though that was going to be the case. They had found her during one of her stake out jobs, shoved a cloth over her mouth and nose, and it was lights out from there. Logically, it would make sense if the little woman was never allowed to wake up from that ordeal. She was a wanted woman by many vengeful ganglords, mutants and even ex lovers. The price on her head was quite high and some even offered a bounty in exchange for her pelt, but up until very recently she had evaded them all. And in the past those that had managed to track her down agreed to strike a bargain with the blonde tramp whether it be for goods or a damn good time. It did not matter to Fennec. Any trade was worth it if it meant keeping her life another day to smuggle and get rich. Unfortunately, all luck had to run out someday. She was an attractive young lass. Born and raised in the gang lifestyle she had become quite good at her work taking what she wanted and taking out anyone who got in her way. Standing at a mere 411 she hardly appeared a threat with her dirty blonde layered hair and her sparkly green eyes. She was a temptation to men, women, and mutants alike, but she had yet to let any tame her beyond maybe a handful of romps on her terms. She wasnt exactly the dating or relationship type, much against the wishes of some of her old fucks. What could she say? Fennec just had a way of drawing them back in. It was a blessing and a curse. All in all she was small, sly, tricky, and smart just like the ancient desert dweller she had been named after. How fitting. Fennec huffed as she was lead into some fucking place with a damned sack over her head. If they were trying to intimidate her it wasnt working. Instead she was just annoyed that she kept stumbling and scuffing her shiny, black combat boots. If she did get out of this mess she would look like a heathen with such abused shoes on her tiny feet. What was the point of having retinal enhancements is she wasnt going to be allowed to see? Asinine. Luckily her cochlear modifications were still of some use. The music, moaning, and bubbling sounds kissing at her super sensitive ears were enough to tell her exactly where she was. Fennec has, after all, only ever known one man with a jacuzzi Alistair. The asshole. She played nice as they lead her through his security and into the main building, only grunting in annoyance every once and awhile. Alistair and Fennec had had plenty of run ins before, and she knew quite well that he didnt take all too kindly to her shit. Luckily, however, he always resorted to some sort of punishment for her acts against him rather than murder, always claiming she was too pretty to just waste like that. Fennec herself had had a few experiences with binds and mutant cocks. Once the bag was lifted from her head she related quite heavily with the unfortunate man getting fucked tonight, but instead of showing much sympathy she just snorted. He would get over it. Alistair, baby She began with a thick northeastern accent that had been passed down through her pops gang from the freezies. She walked towards him on her own now even with her hands still tied behind her back, and brushed past the lean stranger already speaking with the man to face the ganglord. What could I have possibly done to piss ya off this time, chap? I swears I havent been on your turf or killed any of your guys. Fucked em, sure, but that was never off limits. Member boss? This all must be a misunderstanding. Ya got the wrong gal this go around! She pleaded her case as her eyes wandered the room. Not much had changed since the last time she had been here. Cmon boss. Im still sore from the last time you got mad at me. Its not just the muscles on those mutants that makes big, of ya know what Im sayin. She gave the powerful man a wink before taking a step back and shrugging her shoulders. She was young, in her early to mid twenties of time still worked like it once did, but no one really celebrated birthdays anymore, and the years were so long now that it would be the same even if they did. Fennec was still, arguably, too young to be caught up in this much mischief. And she was especially too young to have had more than one run in with Alistairs goons. What the hell was this girl up to? No one really seemed to know. Fennec looked over her shoulder and the man just a few paces behind her and she nodded her head at him. Heya there, handsome. You piss off the big cat too? I hope you have a stretchy asshole. She smirked, chuckling to herself. He was certainly a good looking scavenger, but being here and not being a part of Alistairs group never meant anything good. He might not be handsome for much longer to say the least. Fennec was just glad sge got to take a peek at him before the gang boss had him ruined.