Pain.

Hate.

Betrayal. 

Is what Jared feels, when he thinks of Damon.

One of his oldest friends.

One of the ones who called Jared a fool for picking the losing side. They scoffed at his words, and sneered at his facts.

So Jared made it his job.

His job to prove all of them wrong. To bring Damon to his knees and his empire crumbling down before his eyes.

Don't make a.ssumptions about Jared.

He once had a good life. He can be kind. 

But he is very dangerous. 

Very secretive about anything other than the United.

((Okay, lets start.))

Emma looked up at the sky. It was sunrise. Sunrise used to be purple and pink and yellow, colors of happiness and peace. But now, it wasnt. Maybe a result of the damage done to the world, or maybe Emma was just no longer to see those happy colors. She rolled over onto her side, and then sat up. Yawning and blinking a few times, she finally was able to come too completely.

Being who she was ,the first thing she did was check her environment for any possible signs of dangers. She walked around the camp, and looked at the traps they had set for food.

Emma looked at her watch, and saw that it had been 5 days since they had come to this camp. They would have to be moving soon. 

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Peter heard his alarm go off. He groaned, his m*censored*ive hangover making life very unpleasant. He forced his eyes open, only long enough to hit the snooze button on the alarm. Peter had been out partying with friends last night, and someone brought some booze. He was seriously hung over, and would have to miss the day to sleep it off.

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Jake was already awake.

Lately it had felt like he was always awake. He was already at the office of The People, waiting for his next order of duty. He looked at his watch, wondering what he would have to do today. As long as he got to serve justice to the The United, things would be ok.  

The sunlight filtered into the appartment Ariskye owned and the girl glanced up from her position on the couch. Tossing the book in her hands to one side, she slowly moved into another position before rubbing her crimson eyes with the heel of her hands. Stifling a yawn, she pushed herself up and walked into the kitchen with the grace of a stalking predator. Pulling a caffinated soda from the refrigerator, Ariskye quickly opened it and downed it with in a few gulps.

A smile curved her lips as she lowered the now-empty bottle before tossing it into the trashcan. Caffeine was something she needed since she didn't exactly sleep when she was supposed to. She slept when needed to and they were usually combat naps. 

Walking to the bathroom she quickly changed her clothes, brushed her teeth, and brushed her hair before making her way to the front room again. Her weapons lay on the table. Two long swords were half in their sheaths and their silver blades glinted in the morning sun. A black Glock was next to them with half its cartraige in. 

Sighing, she picked up the gun and slammed the magazine into its spot before placing the gun in its holster inside her right boot. Picking up her swords, she strapped them upside down on her back and made sure that they didn't slip out whenever she moved. When they didn't budge, another smile curved her lips before she hefted her black, armour-lined coat from where she had put it last night. Slipping the sleeveless, ankle-long coat on, she pulled her black hair from the back before putting it up into a ponytail with her bangs covering the left side of her tawney face.

Noding once to herself, she walked out the door and into the world below. But she kept to the shadows, putting on a burst of speed whenever she had to cross through the sun-filled patches. 

Time to patrol.

Damon pulled up from his king sized bed, the windows automatically changing their setting and letting the sun stream in. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, thanking God he hadn't been drinking last night at the party.

Shaking his head, he jumped out of his bed, he  hisoer.

"Jarvis, call someone and get my clothes." He said to his house's internal computer.

"Yes, Damon." Jarvis, or J.A.R.V.I.S. called, before putting the order in to one of the Weaklings. 

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Jared pushed himself off of the tree he was leaning on, heading towards Emma.

"I checked already, but I knew you would too." He smirked, yawning. He was tired, but he always was. He never slept more than four hours, not unless he was in the presence of Damon. It was ironic, how he only felt safe when he was around his old friend. Yes, he still thought of Damon as a friend. The thought was very mellowing.

"Hm. You know me too well." Emma smiled slightly. "We are going to have to move to another location soon." She sighed. "You never know where The People may be lurking." 

She hated thinking of The People as evil. They werent always...but now it was just out of control.

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Jake remained sitting in his small office, waiting for some kind of contact from the Leader. He yawned. Life had felt boring. He missed the old work, where he could run around with a gun...

Jared sighed, shaking his head.

"Of course. I miss him." He almost whispered, knowing she would hear. His eyes clouded over in the memory of that one friend, things were so out of control now...

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"Jake, please pick up Mister Damon's dry cleaning, it would be wonderful if you did. Also, your new gun is here, courtesy of Damon." Jarvis said, his voice echoing through the house.

"Alright." Jake said, smiling at the thought of the new gun. He went to go get the drycleaning.

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Emma sighed. "I know you miss him...But dont you see what he is doing to the world? To us? Don't you know how that corporation runs horrible tests on people, and treats them like animals? Sure, Damon might not be aware of all of this, but he is still in charge...." Emma was mad at Damon, sure, but the sadness of what she thought of as a loss of a friend still echoed through her voice. 

"A man is not his company." Was all Jared said, before turning and walking away.

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As Ariskye slipped through the shadows of the town, her eyes were trained on the crowd walking through them. But covering her crimson irises were sleek black sungla-ss to unnerve people to no end. It was fun to see them hesitantly look at her as she leaned against the corner of a building before they bolted off, leaving all but a vapor trail. Half her body was in the shadows when she smiled suddenly.

The shadows might be friendly to her, but to the others, they were dangerous and unpredictable. Only she could walk through them without getting hurt... much. Unconsciously, she reached up with one hand and rubbed her shoulder as she remembered an old bullet wound when she was first starting out as a Runner.

As her smile faded, she moved on to patrol a different part of the city.

Soon the rest of the United was awake. People began packing gear and such, getting ready to leave.

"Where are we going to go?" A young man asked Emma. Emma sighed."Whereever we end up." She really did not know.

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Jake returned with The Leader's drycleaning, and knocked on his door.

(fail.)

((I'm confused, what is Ariskye? People or United?))

"I know of a place, a place where we can sleep in style and eat real food." Jared called the the group, all eyes on him.

"I am sick and tired of being on the run. I have a mansion, not far from here. It is hidden by trees older than our grandfathers. It has enough room to make five hundred of us comfortable. In it I have a safe, with money. Who's with me?" He asked, his eyes scanning the crowd.

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"Ah thank you!" Damon praised, opening the door in basketball shorts. "You're a life saver, Jake." 

OoC;//

Ariskye is part of The People. -pokes first post-

"No problem sir." Jake answered.

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Emma smiled. "I like this idea. We have been in the woods for too long." 

((sorry, Im braindead.)) 

Damon rummaged through one of his drawers. He muttered something to himself, pulling out an Xtreme Velocity Revolver.

"Here." He said, handing it to Jake. 

"Thank you sir."Jake said, trying to show his respect. Suddenly, his cell phone buzzed . It was a text message that read:

We have found The United. They are in the woods. A Walker is there. We found leaders. Now what? (ask Damon.)

"Sir... It seams  a walker has found the Leaders of The United, and they want to know what to do next..." 

Damon thought this over, before memories flooded over his eyes.

"Take pictures of the leaders, and the camp site. Then leave. No force, no one gets hurt." He ordered, ushering Jake inside.

"I find out the Walker didn't listen, and I'll feed him to my tiger."