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((OOC note: it's all from his point of view, so there's not a lot of Harley himself to be seen. Picture this as being some sort of FPS game or something, and you get the idea -- hands, business end of the weapon, and whatever else happens to come into view will be described. ♥))

The area was dark and rocky. It was overcast, the sky a dingy yellowish brown, allowing only weak illumination at best. Most of it came from the lamps which were here and there, old street lights struggling to pretend they were decently operational, a fluorescent light which flickered badly from the upstairs room of an abandoned building, someone's flashlight, sweeping one way and another as they looked about.

Harley pressed something on his weapon -- a rifle of some sort, it looked like, perhaps? Certainly not standard military issue -- with a left hand which was curiously missing the black Atma mark it now bore, and brought the gun up to his shoulder, to peer through the scope.

They were in the alley across from him, as he pressed himself mostly flat in an empty, closed doorway in the darkness. He felt himself smile, brought his other hand up to adjust a headset, twisting the microphone back up to where it would pick up his words, quiet as they were.

"Hello down there."

He watched as the other figure's light swept up quickly, checking the empty balconies above it, the man turning and raising his gun after the light, expecting to find a target. Harley pulled the trigger a few times, watching with satisfaction as the impacts each exploded in liquid color across the man's backside, flinging droplets across his gray jacket and the sides of the building next to him, dripping down to the pavement below. He ducked out of the little alleyway and ran across the street, away from the scene, looking for another place to hide even as he heard footsteps in the building he was approaching. Through the window, there was a glimpse of someone wearing black -- a long-sleeved, hooded covering, eyes hidden under goggles -- and he hurried past the doorway, and around the back of the building, before they could catch him, pausing to catch his breath.

"You jackass!" The voice that came from the headset was amused, frustrated, laughing quietly behind the accusation. "I should've known better than that."

"Yeah," Harley agreed, holding up the microphone again to reply quietly as he barely managed not to laugh as well. "You should've."

He glanced beside him to the doorway he'd stepped into, where a streetlight shone on the door enough to show him the most blurry of reflections on its battered, rusted old surface. His arm, covered here by a thick, dark blue coat sleeve, was as covered as the rest of him, with little spots of bright colors, hot pink and a vivid violet, and neon yellow and orange.

The shots he'd fired, as the mental image came back to him, he somehow knew not to have been red blood, but a bright green hue.

Harley stretched out where he'd been curled up under the blankets, bright orange hair more of a mess than it usually was. What started off as a warm smile faded to a confused look as he realized.... he wasn't actually sure what the heck that was about.

After rubbing his eyes and sitting up a bit more -- looks like he's taken off his gray uniform, leaving him in just in his black undershirt and shorts, to sleep -- he finally finds that the little Dreamberry's on, and reaches over to kill its connection.

Date: 2009-06-24 02:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] usas-aurora.livejournal.com
Was that a... battle?

Date: 2009-06-24 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*oh hey, someone from the Junkyard that he's not terrified of!*

I think it might've been... only... I'm pretty sure I no one died.

*thinking for a sec* Maybe it was... training, or something?

*frowns -- it begs the question, doesn't it?* Hey, Jinana? Do you... remember ever training like that?

Date: 2009-06-24 08:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] usas-aurora.livejournal.com
-=she's like.. the only one, isn't she=-

I do not remember such a thing, no. Or anything like it where no one died.

Date: 2009-06-26 09:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*pretty much? She deserves an award for that or something, certainly.*

*quiet a sec, nods* ....I don't.... think I really remember anything like it either. Except... *sigh* This doesn't make any sense.

Maybe I should've had my men modify some of the weapons to do this with. They could've gotten in a lot more practice without risking themselves.

Date: 2009-06-27 01:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] usas-aurora.livejournal.com
-=it's because she's more likely to protect him then eat him=-

-=shakes her head=-

You cannot regret something you did not know about, Harley.
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Date: 2009-06-24 05:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Am I? I thought I was about average, in the Junkyard.

*more to himself* Nonlethal combat, though... it sounds interesting, but I don't think I've ever rigged a gun to shoot Tribe paint instead of proper ammo. *frowns, trying to figure that one out*
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Date: 2009-06-24 05:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
So it's something you do for practice?

And sure. I... Uh... well, what what is it that you want to know? *has no clue where to start*
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Date: 2009-06-24 05:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
.....because you still get hit with stuff, right?

Well, it's... um... a junkyard. It's a lot of rubble and old buildings and stuff everywhere. And the bases are all built on top of it, except for the Karma Temple. That's in the center, over a big crater. And all the Tribes are there, and it's a big six-way war. When one Tribe finally wins, they get to go up the Temple's tower, to leave the Junkyard and go to Nirvana. So we're all trying to take out the other Tribes' Leaders, so we can take the rest of their Tribe as ours, and win the war. My Tribe was right between the Wolves and the Embryon... and....

*a little pause, a little less happy about it, but at least he can admit it?* ...I lost.
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Date: 2009-06-24 06:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
....so that's why everyone was wearing long sleeves?

It's... *pauses, trying to remember* ....it's someplace that's not the Junkyard. The Dissemination Machine said it was where we'd get whatever we wanted. It's.... what we were all fighting to get to. But see, the Embryon killed me. So I guess that means the Vanguards aren't-- *pauses, just thought of something. More of a frown to himself*

... *frownfrown, crosses his arms, sitting back a bit. He's hesitant when he speaks, like he's not sure of this, still trying to come up with this theory* ....if the Embryon were to take all of my men that were left.... and I died and now I'm here, and they're here too, then they probably died also... then someone else got what was left of their Tribe, including any Vanguards that were left.... and maybe that Tribe won the war... then since the winning Tribe gets to go to Nirvana... and since there's only one Tribe in total when the war's over, victor take all... doesn't that mean that any of the Vanguards that survive the whole thing should get to go too?

*what, this is the first time he's ever actually thought this over? Because it sounds like it...*
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Date: 2009-06-24 06:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Makes sense.

A.... heaven? *not sure about that word*

...I guess if I did, it wouldn't be impossible for them to come too, right? I mean... Serph's got his officers... and Jinana has one of the Maribels... *quiet* Maybe Quinn or Joey or someone'll show up eventually, yeah.
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Date: 2009-06-24 08:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
....yeah. That... sounds like it to me.

*nods* ....so we'll keep a lookout for each other's, right?
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Date: 2009-06-24 10:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
I still have a good few of those rations left...
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Date: 2009-06-24 10:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Yeah, this stuff here... *getting out of bed more, so he can reach where he put his few things, and pulls out the pack Washu gave him, to show him one of the lil packets.... it's that supplement stuff she came up with.*
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Date: 2009-06-24 11:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com

*looks over the little packet again himself* ....

So... how? *another new concept to him, seems like.*
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Date: 2009-06-25 05:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
So... eat something else too, when I have these? ...even though I'm not really hungry any more after I have them?

*he has no idea how much he can eat, obviously.*

....what're you making?
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Date: 2009-06-26 08:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
....aren't you already awake?


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