[i][u]Setting:[/u][/i] Binard City [i][u]Time:[/u][/i] 22:34 [i][u]Character(s):[/u][/i] Allison "Alpha" Phage [i][u]Title:[/u][/i] [b][i][u][url=http://example.com]Spare change, please.[/url][/u][/i][/b] [b]A woman with short, turquoise hair stands on a sidewalk by the road. She looks to be around 26, and 5'6". A breeze is blowing from the north, bringing cold air. The night is cool, and cloudy. The woman seems to be a little lightly dressed for the night. Beige, short sleeved shirt, light blue jeans. Her right arm is a prosthetic. Her eyes are closed, and she sways in the breeze as she plays a beautiful tune on a dark, brown violin; Meditation, by Jules Massanet.[/b] (Beautiful piece, highly recommend) [b]As she does so, a bucket is by her left leg; people walking by dropped spare change as she played. Her playing was masterful. Only years of practice and a large amount of talent could play like that. As she was about done with that piece, a man wearing dark blue jeans, a black sweater, and a suspicious ski mask walk by. When he passes by the bucket, he quickly grabs it by the handle, and runs like a madman. The woman's eyes open, revealing piercing, blue eyes. She stops playing, her eyes angrily following the man. She places the violin on the ground, and gives chase with surprising speed. She was easily closing the gap between her and the man. As he turns down a dark alleyway, the woman follows; and, of course, into a trap. Three similar dressed figures jump into the alleyway, each carrying a pistol. The woman raises her hands in submission.[/b] "You got me," [b]She says, as the thugs circle her. They seem skeptical; the woman didn't look as worried as she should've. After maybe a minute or two, the thugs finally let their guard down, and one runs at her back, grabbing her in a headlock. The woman used her prosthetic arm to punch the man holding her in the gut, then slams him into the ground. From her jean's back pockets, she pulls out a well-concealed dagger, and stabs the man in the throat without batting an eye.[/b] "Three left," [b]She said, smiling as pulled out a shotgun, the gun having a bayonet at the front. Pulling the dagger from the dead man's throat, she kicked off the alleyway's walls, sending herself into the air, towards one of the thugs. As she landed, she stabs the dagger into his gut, while her the blade at the end of her gun ends up in his neck. During all this, one man seems to have just finished a phone call; in seconds, she was surrounded by countless more thugs. Outnumbered by a lot, the woman scowled, dropping her weapons. She raised her hands, and her forehead is beaded with sweat.[/b] "I'm serious now. I surrender." "[i]Yah just killed two've us fer takin' yer coins! I'd bet yeh have tons more, a violin that fanceh....[/i]" "[u]Rest assured, you ain't leavin' this alleyway.[/u]" [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]