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Aug 26, 2022 19:58:30 GMT
Post by Miyah on Aug 26, 2022 19:58:30 GMT
Miyah jumped slightly at the girls hands slamming onto the table. She stopped for a second glancing back at Clover. She loved to tease, especially thoes that deserved it. But she knew that some people were easier to crack than others. The more sheltered and innocent types tended to take things more literally. Miyahs tone noticeably shifted. Her voice allot quieter and calmer.
"My dad was a priest. Not offical or anything, he just ran my villages church. Held sermons every Sunday, for anyone that wanted to attend. That's the kind of religion I respect. He wasn't in it for the money, the reputation. He believed, and tried to help anyone else that wanted to belive too." The girl let out a soft sigh, picking up the glass and taking a hefty swig of the beer Alfonso had placed infront of her. She looked down and the table, fiddling with the glass slightly. She didn't usually present herself this way. "Make sure you can tell the difference, Clover. Between the people that really do care, and the ones that don't." With that said, she finished off the beer in one last swig, placing the empty glass down onto the table.
"And you, Alfonso. One more comment and I will slice your fucking tounge out." She growled, the original cocky tone returning to her voice. "How about, as a token of friendship, I forget the fact you just called me a weasel." She shot the lanky man a smirk, as she got up for her chair. "But you're right. I'm starving. Let's go get some food." She said, a cheery smile on her face. It was a safe zone after all, a place she really couldn't get stabbed in the back. "I'm thinking something a little more closer to home. Not that you're food is bad, it's just missing that... flavour." She teased.
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Post by Miyah on Aug 26, 2022 7:33:24 GMT
As Vincent turned to face her, Miyah stood still, her body unusually tense. She had her eyes glued to the blonde-haired man. If looks could kill, the man would be buried a thousand feet under the ground. Se could feel the cold metal pressed against her neck. A feeling all too familiar. As the sun peaked through the clouds, a glint shined from seemingly nowhere. “Guess it wont work all the time.” The blonde man said, the expression on his face wiped, a smirk replacing it as he pushed his hair back. “Luckily, we have backup plans.” He said, reaching behind his back, pulling the sword out, clutching it lazily in his left hand.
Miyah watched as the invisible man holding a knife to her throat rematerialized. He had his other hand harshly clasped around her wrist. The blonde-haired man steps forward, his attention focused on Vincent. “A little birdy tells me you’re a big shot, such a high level already. Not like this other waste of space.” He said, smirking over at Miyah. The man raised his sword, pointing it at Vincent. “But it doesn’t matter how high your level is, if there are more of us.” He finishes, letting out a laugh. “We could use someone like you. You’re not dumb, you see how the world works now. Make sure you’re on the winning side, power is everything now. Why associate with the weak?” He comments, lowering his sword, waiting for Vincents answer.
Miyahs eyes glanced over, past the man in his red jacket. She spotted a third, shorter man standing off to the side. But the one holding the blade to her throat was the main issue at hand. The mans grip was strong, but not unsurmountable. Her mind flashed back to a bar, a younger version of herself held in the exact same situation. She’d gotten out of this situation before, she could do it again. From the looks of it, The man in red was the leader. There were two others, at minimum. The one holding her had some sort of invisibility, but going off of the other powers she had been witness too, he would be able to use it again for the moment being. Glancing over at Vincent, she assumed he would come to the same conclusion.
In an instant, Miyah threw her shoulder forward, catching the mans arm, pulling it with her. She pulled her head back and down, the metal running parallel to her chin. It was enough to slightly graze her skin, but nothing even close to fatal. She spun around, the mans hand still grasped onto her wrist. He hadn’t had any CQC experience, allowing the smaller girl to pull him down onto the floor. Her attention was completely filled by the man she was now grappling with. Hopefully Vincent would be able to deal with the other two.
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Post by Miyah on Aug 26, 2022 6:36:13 GMT
Miyah raised her eyebrow, watching the white-haired man appear in front of her. Small world. It could have been worse. Out of all the people that had been trapped in that infuriating box, Vincent was one of the more tolerable ones. Hearing the mans comment about the box, she performed a small curtsy. “Box girl, although I prefer Miyah.” She said, grinning. As the days went by, she felt herself becoming less openly hostile. Making enemies, especially ones stronger than her wasn’t a smart choice. “Vincent, right?” She asked, leaning on her hip as she faced the man. For the second time, the girl looked him up and down. He looked important. People that had or were born into money tended to have a certain air to them. “What a coincidence.” She cooed, smirking as she glanced down at her forearm. The small white panel wrapped around it, as Miyah flicked the screen with her other hand. “Here for a specific reason? Or just a stroll in the countryside?” She asked, flicking the screen closed again. “I have a quest, I think.” She stated.
Miyah couldn’t help but feel slight lost. She was used to fighting, although she was more comfortable behind the barrel of a gun. But this new world, all this talk of XP and quests, it just seemed to overwhelm her. It was clear that the girl was surviving of off her instincts and skillset, not the powers earth-chan had given to her. In fact, she was significantly behind the curve, something she wasn’t even aware of herself.
“Honestly, I still have no idea what is going on.” She laughed, turning to face away from Vincent, stretching her arms and letting out a yawn. Just as she was about to turn back to the man. A Figure burst out from the treeline a few feet away from the pair. It was a man, about the same height as Vincent. His short blonde hair stuck up, a wild look on his face. “Thank GOD, please, you have to help me!” He panted, doubling over to catch his breath. “Have you seen a girl, about this high,” The blonde man holds his hand up to around his shoulders. “She has red hair, called Emily.” He catches his breath, standing upright. The man has a sword strapped to his back, a red jacket that hung around his shoulders, covering a blank tank top.
“Slow down, slow down.” Miyah says, subtly moving her hand behind her back, her fingers brushing against the hilt of her dagger. “PKers, they chased us down into the valley. Fuck. Please tell me they haven’t got to her.” He said, holding his head into his hands. The man looked clearly distressed.
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Post by Miyah on Aug 26, 2022 3:05:31 GMT
Miyah kept her arms crossed, glancing between the two as more people began to appear around them. She watched as the bike the woman had originally had by her side. It looked just like any other motorcycle. Maybe a little more pristine than the sand battered ones she was used to. “Well, that’s new.” She took a step forward, examining the bike. The bright neon coloured lights pulsing and beating to some muffled beat that seemed to be emanating from the engine. “I’m seeing it…” She answered, staring in slight bewilderment. She turned to ask Elisande a question, watching in disbelief as the girl materialised a dolphin next to her. The white light dissipating as the floating dolphin clicked. The celestial animal shimmered slightly as it flowed through the air, surfing on invisible streams. Miyahs eyes went wide, taking a step back as she let out a small yelp. She quickly stepped forward; her eyes fixated on the small glimmering stars on the animals skin. She’d spent countless hours staring up at the sky. Since she was old enough to remember. Bending down, she reached out her hand, gingerly pressing her finger against the stary display in front of her. “wow…” She muttered, before shaking her head and taking a step back. “And you did that with the screen thing?” She asked Elisande. Miyah pulled her arm up, squinting as the white screen enveloped her forearm. Her eyes flowed across the screen. Having not had the time to fully read through the strange message that she had received. Desert Veil? She appeared to have some form of stats, and abilities? After she finished reading through the text on her arm, she lowered it, the white screen fizzling out. Reaching behind her, she pulled out the knife from her holster, gripping it in her hand. Miyah held up the sleek silver blade in front of her face. Did she just have to just, think it? She squeezed her hand, and to her surprise, the blade heated up. a gentle yellow glow emanated from the metal, following the knife as Miyah slowly swished it from side to side. A grin manifested on her face as she carefully placed it back into her holster. “If this is real, that means that’s real.” She said, pointing up at the large screen in the sky. Spinning around, she darted her eyes across the wasteland around them. It was vast and arid, the monotonous plains broken up by small hills ahead. “We get up high, stay low and see what comes. If were going to fight something, I want to see them before they see us.” She stated, knelling down to begin to fasten the laces around her boots tighter. “No more than three, too many and we stand out.” She glanced back up, first to the bike flashing its neon colours, and secondly to the astral dolphin, currently circling around the pink haired girl. “Stand out more than we do already.” She corrected, getting back onto her feet. “That hill's the best.” She finished, pointing to an outcrop of rocks a few hundred feet behind them. |
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Post by Miyah on Aug 25, 2022 2:10:59 GMT
Gray clouds hung over the rolling hills; the mountain peaks of the Scottish Highlands were covered in the shadows of the particularly overcast day. The faint clang of metal sounded out, followed by a shrill cry.
“You were right, Alex, they really don’t know what they’re doing.” The voice of a male in his early twenties sounded out, as a group of three men appeared over one of the many hills. “It’s just simple logic Danny, low level area, low level players.” Alex swept his blonde hair back, holding the crimson stained sword by his side. “If they’re clueless enough to fall into our trap, they’d be dead in days out there. We’re doing them a favour really.” He responded, a slight smirk appearing on his face. “That’s the gank king right there!” The man on his left sounded, his build slightly shorter than the other two. All three of them laughed. Alex stepped forward, a screen appearing in front of his face. He flicked around for a second, before the light evaporated into the dreary Scottish air. “We’re professionals boys, I wasn’t guild lead for nothing.” He chuckles, spinning around to face the two. “One more, then well call it for the night.” He smiled, wiping the bloodied sword against his leg.
Miyah felt the flashes of light fade from around her, her body finally materialising onto the grassy hilltop. She let out a sigh, breathing in the fresh countryside air. “God, I hate the air in London, makes me gag.” She muttered to herself, flicking her forearm up to her face. The screen flashed onto her arm. “Let’s see…. ‘Lost neckless’…. Here it is.” She said, flicking through to the quest she had picked up just before departing from the capital. The fresh air was her main goal, but it couldn’t hurt to have a goal to her aimless wanderings. Maybe make some money, or XP, or whatever it was that people were paying with. She really had to get a grasp on this new system.
Glancing around the area, she let out a small, impressed whistle. It really was beautiful, even on a gloomy day like this. She spun around, eyes darting between the various peaks that dotted the skyline. The tangling web of forests littered the bases of the mountains, small locks breaking the rolling hills. She was excited for some peace and quiet, some alone time to process the last few days.
“Oh for fucks sake…” She groaned, seeing the all too familiar white light begins to flash beside her. She prayed it was someone normal, not another nutcase, please. Her arms folded, she stepped aside, waiting to see who the mystery person was.
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Aug 24, 2022 23:18:13 GMT
Post by Miyah on Aug 24, 2022 23:18:13 GMT
"London? That explains the dreadful weather.” Miyah said, leaning back in her chair. She gave a look towards Clover, raising her eyebrow. “No ones equal, definitely not the church.” She had had bad run ins with religious types, especially those in the place she called home. “Doesn’t matter what flavour you pick, there’s always someone at the top feeding off your work.” It was clearly a touchy subject for her. She pulled the knife from her holster, beginning to play with it in her hands. Watching the lanky man return with a beer, she rolled her eyes. “Don’t make me break your arm.” She growled, shooting daggers across the table at Alfonso. But she quickly wiped the frown off her face, turning back to Clover. “My neighbours can go do one, they have to earn my love. All this love and peace talk will just end up with you with knife in your back. I've given them the benefit of the doubt too many times.” She said, letting out a sigh. She picked the drink up anyway, giving it a small taste. Bitter. “How did you make it out of one of these games anyway, you don’t look like much of a fighter.” She asked, leaning into the table. “Or are you like one of these other… characters, who can summon things into existence?” Miyah still didn’t have that solid of a grasp on the systems yet, her lack of knowledge clearly apparent in the way she spoke. |
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Aug 24, 2022 20:13:41 GMT
Post by Miyah on Aug 24, 2022 20:13:41 GMT
Miyah fished around in her back pocket, pulling out an old and tattered flip phone. It was reliable, easier to use, and more resilient than the newer touchscreen models. She discarded it to the side. “Nah, batteries long gone.” She sighed. Tapping her foot against the arid ground. She chuckled slightly at the older woman’s curse. “Quite a hard curse, don’t you think?” She spoke back in Arabic, the accent in her voice more apart when she spoke in her mother tounge. She leant back, stretching out her arms as she dropped the guard she had up. After surveying the two of them, they didn’t look like much of a threat. “I’m Miyah.” She said, turning to face Elisande. “I’m calling you Eli, your full names too long.” She stated, smiling to the pink haired girl. She looked far too pampered. At least the older one looked like she could take care of herself if it came too it. Glancing up at the screen in the sky, Miyah crossed her arms, tilting her head as she read the prompt. “What the fuck is this? Magical force, monster?” She let out an exacerbated sigh, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, we all see it, at least I’m not crazy.” She said, tapping her foot again. She didn’t like this, not one bit. “this is fucking insane, I’m going insane.” She said to herself. She had been in the middle of the desert not minutes before. It had been night time, not minutes before. She had no gun, she had no idea where she was and she had no idea who was with her. |
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Aug 23, 2022 16:04:10 GMT
Post by Miyah on Aug 23, 2022 16:04:10 GMT
Miyah let her eyes flicker closed, staring up at the dark sky above her. This deep into the desert, there wasn’t a spec of light pollution to be found. The pitch black abys above her, littered with thousands of stars stared back down onto the small camp that had been erected onto the sand. “We’re eating soon, miss.” A voice called out from a campfire, where a group of three men sat, the fourth busy handing out the small metal containers full of rations. Miyah didn’t move, keeping her head against the sand, staring up. She had a soft spot for stargazing. The lack of, well, anything in the desert made the night sky as clear as glass, no blemishes, or clouds to obscure the night sky. She smiled, following the stars around Ursa major. As she closed her eyes, settling back into the sand bellow her, she felt a sharp sting in her arm. Wincing, Miyah held her arm up, glancing at the white display that hovered over her forearm. She waved it left to right, the white screen following the movements of her arm seamlessly as if it was a part of her body. “What the fuck…” She murmured, pulling her forearm down closer as the text on the screen came into focus. She continued to stare at the words, the light from the small screen illuminating her face in the dark. Was she having a stroke? It wasn’t heatstroke and it wasn’t dehydration. She gently mouthed the word nomad. She wasn’t sure why, but it stood out to her, like an oasis. As soon as the words left her lips, a searing pain shot through her forearm. The girl grabbed her arm, the screen distorting as Miyahs hand pieced the screen. She gripped her wrist as the pain continued, before it taped off, leaving only the faint sting in its place. The girl slowly pulled her hand away, looking down at her left wrist. Black ink marked her arm, a small tattoo of a planet. “Okay?” She muttered, twisting and turning her arm. It was definitely a tattoo, it wasn’t like the screen she had had moments before. It was ink, embedded into her skin. But as her finger brushed the black ink, the screen re-appeared. She let out an intrigued huff, pressing the tattoo again, watching the screen flicker back into nothingness. Miyah let out a laugh. What the fuck was happening, seriously. She sat up, glancing over toward the crackling campfire a few feet in front of her. “Ammar? Laith?” Miyah called out. She’d been speaking to them, they’d been right there. She noticed the metal containers, food spilling out as they lay in the sand. The caravan had been traveling together for the last two weeks, they wouldn’t just leave. Even if they had, they wouldn’t last a week without their supplies. She took a step forward, letting out a shout as her leg evaporated into light, the rest of her following. All that remained was the quiet crackling of the campfire, as the desert fell silent. She stumbles forward, cursing as she hit the ground. The sudden change of light flashed her eyes. Looking around, she frowned. This wasn’t a desert, not like the one she was just in. It was arid, sure, but the small shrubbery and sparse vegetation littered the land. Miyah spotted the two others in front of her. She shot her hand back, her fingers closing in around what should have been a pistol holstered around her belt. But her fingers grasped nothing but air. “Fuck, did it fall out when I teleported?” She muttered, moving her hand across. If the gun was gone, a knife would have to do. She didn’t draw it, she just kept her hand ready. “Who are you, speak, now.” She said, a rough tone to her voice. “And don’t come any closer!” She barked, posturing herself ready for a fight. |
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Aug 23, 2022 14:34:00 GMT
Post by Miyah on Aug 23, 2022 14:34:00 GMT
Miyah watched as the brown haired man stormed off, a smirk covering her face as she saw the message flash up in front of his face. She let out a small laugh, turning to face Vicent. “Miyah.” She responded. She appreciated the way this man acted. He didn’t overshare, and by the way he held himself, he wasn’t a hothead like Adam. Reaching down, pressing her finger against her left wrist, Miyah brought up her small interface, the white screen wrapping round her forearm. She quickly flicked the party invitation to the left, accepting it. “Good choice, keep your cards close.” She said, smirking over at Vincent as she leant on her hip. [ ☑ ] ACCEPT
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— PARTY FORMED —
CURRENT MEMBERS:
[ ADAM FUJIWARA ]
[ VINCENT CROSS ]
[ MIYAH ] “Who sends a party of 5 on a recon mission?” She asked, reaching down to check the holster around her waist. This was stupid, and a waste of time. “Or let me guess, its one of these quests. Give me a fucking break. Lets get it over with.” She sighed, stretching her arms. “And just a heads up, that guy looks sketchy, I wouldn’t trust him.” She said, eyeing Alfonso up and down. What a group of weirdos. Talk about dysfunctional. A girl who looked like she’d never had to lift a finger in her life, A man so pompous she could smell the self-importance from here. And there were the other two men. She could recognise the look in Vincent’s eyes, he was real snake in the weeds. And then there was Adam, someone who looked like they had the temperament of a hand grenade. |
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Aug 22, 2022 17:25:08 GMT
Post by Miyah on Aug 22, 2022 17:25:08 GMT
“Friend? No, just acquaintances, if that.” Miyah said, sheepishly looking down at the plate. She noticed the more than unpleased look on Clovers face. “Sorry, old habits.” She apologised, getting up from her seat. “I’ll get you another fork.”
A few moments later, Miyah returned to the table, handing the girl a clean utensil she had acquired from the bar. “Manners aren’t my strong suit, never really saw the need for them.” She commented, glancing down at the man still mopping on the floor. Really? Get over it. “Alfonso, get up.” She said, a slight hint of annoyance in her voice as she glared down at the man. What had got him so emotional, the bartender had said maybe five things to the man at most. “Are just going to sit there and cry like a little girl, or are you going to get up and act like a rational human being?” Miyah asked, her fingers drumming against the table, clearly annoyed. She picked up her glass, taking another long hard sip of the drink.
“Anyway, what’s your name, princess?” Miyah asked, smirking. The two women could have been further apart, Miyah could tell the inherent passiveness in the girls actions, she was sheltered. “I’m Miyah, no family name.” She followed, holding out her hand across the table, the crimson stained bandage still wrapped around it.
She glanced back down at Alfonso. Beginning to tap her fingers again, she shook her head. “Do you think he hit his head?” She asked Clover, chuckling to herself.
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Aug 21, 2022 23:59:45 GMT
Post by Miyah on Aug 21, 2022 23:59:45 GMT
Miyah took a sip of her drink, savouring the cool feeling of the alcoholic mix. Her eyes glanced towards the door as the Miner entered. She never really switched off, even when relaxing in a place like this. She made a mental note of the man, recognising the lanky figure from earlier. She rolled her eyes, looking back at Clover. She picked out the mans voice, listening to him order a drink as she gently placed her glass back down. She didn’t move from her seat, watching as the girl got up from the table. Letting out a small laugh, Miyah leant across the table, pulling the plate of food towards her. She spun the fork around her finger, and pulled a piece of the meat off, sliding it into her mouth.
“This is good, Better than the garbage they serve in America.” She said, turning to wave at the two of them, another forkful of clovers food in her hand. “Oh, its you. Nice to see you again.” She said. She had been aware of Alfonsos presence in the building since the minute he stepped in.
She glanced back up at clover, pausing as she held the fork up too her mouth. “Oh, yeah, can I have some of your food, I’m starving.” She said, pulling the roast into her mouth.
“What’s his problem?” She asked, placing the fork down onto the plate. “Hit your head or something? You were fine earlier, what’s changed?” She asked Alfonso, crossing her legs in the chair as she peered down at him. “God, you people are really something…” She muttered to herself, turning back to the table to continue her drink.
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Aug 21, 2022 22:49:27 GMT
Post by Miyah on Aug 21, 2022 22:49:27 GMT
Miyah stepped out of the white light, rubbing her eyes. She was getting used to the teleporting, however, the flashbang every time was a little annoying. Small raindrops began to wet her hair as she glanced up at the sky. Miserable weather. She stretched her arms, cracking her neck as she began to meander her way down the street. Rain was a nice break, she was used to arid environments, so the gentle pitter patter of rain was a welcomed break. “London, huh?” Miyah sighed, pulling the coat she had recently found tighter around her. Miyah could see the faint glow of lights from inside one of the building on her left. It looked like it may have been a restaurant previously, but who knows what it was now.
Stepping across the threshold, Miyah was met with the quiet bustle of a pub, a dozen or so patrons casually chatting or joking around various tables. She’d spent the last few hours or so out in the desert, practising her new found strengths. It was a different way of fighting than she was used too. The empty leather holster around her waist still felt light, and she’d instinctively reached for her gun too many times now. But enough moping, more drinking.
She glanced over towards a table in the corner, spotting the girl sitting on her own. Miyah moved her way over, pulling a chair out, sitting down across the table. She tilted her head, eyeing Clover up and down, a small grin on her face.
“Evening, mind if I take a seat?” She asked, not bothering to wait for the girls answer. Rubbing the ripped cloth tied around her arm, she let out a small sigh. “Let me get a drink, I’ll be right back, K?” She said, shooting Clover a smile before standing back up, moving off over to the bar.
A minute late, Miyah was back, placing the fizzy black glass down onto the table. “Haven’t had a drink in a week, thought I’d go for something strong.” She said, shooting a grin over the table.
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Post by Miyah on Aug 21, 2022 2:36:43 GMT
Miyah kept her head still, eyeing the girl up and down. She looked... pompous. Compared to the girl, who had rather regal clothing on, Miyah looked like she was straight out a slum. Her tanned shirt was ripped and torn around the sleeves, her previously white trousers had been stained a light brown. Specs of long dried blood were dotted around her various items of clothing. The holster around her waist was empty.
She shook her head at the green haired girl.
"I'll be fine. I'd be long dead if a scratch like this was a problem." She said, tensing and de-tensing her right hand.
As Miyah began to open her mouth for the second time, the seat she had herself on disappeared. The binary of the once cube flowing into the animals pouch as Miyah fell back onto the tarmac bellow.
She glanced up, the lanky looking man standing above her from her place lying on the floor. He looked odd, but most of the people sheed met in the last few hours had been odd.
"Sure, okay. I'll bite. Who are you?" Miyah asked, gently pushing herself up off the floor. "Actually, I'm not sure I even want to know." She added, glancing around the street. Great, now where the fuck was she.
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Aug 20, 2022 19:17:02 GMT
Post by Miyah on Aug 20, 2022 19:17:02 GMT
The blinding white light overtook Miyah again, her eyes flooded as she felt the sand bellow her morph into a cold, solid feeling material. She kept her eyes shut, waiting for the affects of the warp point to subdue. As she carefully opened her eyes, she instantly wished she hadn’t.
“Are you serious, give me a fucking break, PLEASE!” Miyah said, shouting as she slumped down against the wall of the box.
The girl held her hand up to her face, groaning as she covered her eyes. A torn piece of cloth was haphazardly wrapped round her right hand, a small crimson mark stained the part covering her palm. She could feel the heat of the other people radiating around her, she hated small space, and hated sharing them with other people more.
As she glanced around at the other people accompanying her, she watches Adam, a glare on her face. As she watches him pull the knife out from his briefcase, she rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, hit it, good thinking.” She snarked.
Miyah closed her eyes once again. She’d been through enough today. Being in this box wasn’t going to change her plans. She wasn’t going to lift a finger, not until she had rested her already aching body. The ‘game’, or whatever it was could wait for her.
The throbbing pain from her hand shouldn’t have been an issue. Normally, she’d just walk it off, deal with it like always. But it wasn’t normal, not anymore. Pulling the collar of her shirt up she pressed her head back against the wall, the material was cool, cooler than the desert that was for sure.
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Aug 18, 2022 23:51:35 GMT
Post by Miyah on Aug 18, 2022 23:51:35 GMT
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5th August 2001
Miyah was born in Morocco, in a small village right on the border of Algeria. Her family was poor, the whole village was poor. They were a prime target for the newly growing western African cartel, a network of families and militia that prayed on villages like this, indoctrinating the young into its ranks, robbing and cooperating with the failing nation states around the continent.
5th August 2015
The cartel was expansive, and grew out of the continent, its weedy roots digging into the Mediterranean. They came on her 14th birthday, and she went with them. She couldn’t live the mundane, she wanted that thrill, the adrenaline, the rush. She learnt how to shoot, learnt how to fight and learnt how to survive in the desert. She was a part of the Cartel now, a gear in the cog that was churning through the north of Africa.
12th January 2018
“Put your fucking hands up, ALL OF YOU!” The girl shouts, bandanna wrapped around her face. She aims the rifle down the train carriage keeping her hands steady. “KEEP THEM ON YOUR HEAD, AND DON’T FUCKING MOVE!” She steps down the carriage, two more masked men entered the train, guns at the ready. The passengers of the train stayed still, quivering at the sight of the masked robbers. A shout sounded out behind Miyah. She spun on the spot, watching as one of the passengers reached towards his belt, the glint of metal catching her eye. The shot echoed through the carriage as the man slumped down against the seat, blood splattering the window beside him. “Nobody fucking move.” She said, her voice trembled as her hands shook the still smoking rifle.
24th March 2022
“Now, this is a fine diamond, Calliden, very fine indeed.” The man studied the gem, staring intently at it through the magnifying eyepiece. He placed the gem back down onto the table. Leaning over he muttered something foreign into the phone. “75 Million, USD.” He said, closing his briefcase. Miyah glanced over at the table from her position next to Calliden. She made eye contact with Anndri, who looked rather concerned. “You have my money?” Calliden said bluntly, the hulking black man next to her asked. “Mr Rish did not think that carrying upwards of 70 Million dollars into the Sahara desert was a good idea, all do respect.” The Indian man smirked, leaning back. “You’re not a smart man, Mr Calliden.” He finished. Miyah was the first to see Calliden begin reaching for his gun. She dived to the floor, as the gunfire erupted around her. 8 seconds and the desert was silent. Almost silent. Miyah looked up to see the Indian man panting, holding his side as he looked up from his hiding spot behind the table. She leaped to her feet, reaching the man before he had time to pull his weapon.
“You’re out of your depth, girl. You have no idea who I am, who WE are.” The man kneeled in front of her, his suit torn, a crimson stain coating his white shirt. Miyah held the pistol up aiming it at his head, the pink diamond clutched in her other hand. She pulled the trigger, watching the man crumple to the ground. She staggered backwards, falling onto the sands below her hands shaking as she gripped harder onto the gem. How had it gone this wrong, it was meant to be a done deal, no complications, in and out. She let out a scream, holding her hands against her head.
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