Humanity First RP

John
John turned to look back down the street in case he had dropped his keys, stumbling into a girl he hadn't seen before turning around. "Careful!" He asked, grabbing the girl's arm to steady the both of them. "You alright?"

Skye 
Skye literally froze. That's my right- there's no way he can tell just respond like a normal person. "I'm fine," she said, trying not to stare at her arm. Luckily, she still had her hood up.

John
He was about to reply when he fully turned his eye on her, tilting his head a little. Another bionic? "I don't think I've seen you around here before." 

Skye 
Don't you dare stutter Skye he won't notice if you don't draw attention to it- "Just passing through," she said as her hood started to slip, although she didn't dare move to pull it back over her head. Oh great this exactly what I didn't want to happen

John
He studied as much of her hands and face that he could see, admiring how natural it looked. "Who did your plating? It's.... impressive." Better than I could do. He admitted, needing to get incontact with whoever was responsible for this, now.

Skye 
Skye ground her teeth together, turning her wrist over to expose a small 'tattoo' on the inside. No doubt this stranger would recognize it, and on top of that he'd seen her face and knew her most closely guarded secret. Good luck finding them. 

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John
John gaped, staring in disbelief at the small, neat signature. "....The city. You're from the main city." She doesn't strike me as someone who is willing to dish out that much money and time under a knife for that kind of mods.

Skye 
Oh, great. "Long story," Skye said between clenched teeth. "Family friend and all that." Not to mention it was Kent's fault- I wouldn't NEED this if it wasn't for the accident. "And the plating is under my skin, if you were wondering," Skye said quietly, exhaling slowly, trying to suppress the urge to leave this guy unconscious on the pavement.

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John
"I know." John replied absently, lost in thought until a soft giggling and pattering of feet drew his attention back to the locked door behind him. "Sorry, that'll be my niece." He murmured, fishing his keys out of his scrubs, I swear I checked my pockets, unlocking the door. "I hope you get to wherever you're going safely."

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Skye 
"If only," Skye muttered too softly for him to hear, pulling her hood up to mask her face and her sleeve down to hide her 'tattoo' before briskly walking away. What an encounter. It went from 'sorry I didn't mean to crash into you' to 'who did your plating' in less time than it takes to inhale. That is NOT happening again.

John
He watched her walk away, before turning his adventure to the little face peering uncertainly around the door, confusion prominent for the ten seconds it took her recognize who it was, face brightening. "Hi Jacky!" She squeaked, beaming up at the man with her arms outstretched, demanding to be picked up. The girl squealed as she was scooped up, and she planted a big kiss on his cheek in response. "Mom is sleeping."

Mason
 He heard movement up ahead and froze, cautiously peering around a corner. Oh. Just a little girl. He slowly stepped out of hiding, coughing to get her attention, figuring that it would be better to openly communicate with her than to act like he was in hiding (which he was).

Perry
 He turned on the neon 'OPEN' sign near the front door, his eyes instinctively fluttering shut for a moment as the old, lighted sign flickered to life. "Just another day," he informed it, turning away and walking over to the flower - and various other plant - shop's only checkout desk. He shoved aside the ever-growing mound of bills and bank notices and sat down on the stool behind the desk, staring through the glass door as he waited for a customer. This is a basket case. Technology rules the world, and yet here I am, stupidly trying to keep a dying flower shop in business.

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Ashwin
He had just helped an old woman find her grandson. After dropping the two off at their home [which was in his sector], he picked up his transmitter and reported the incident. The fifteen-year-old had been snooping around just outside the restricted areas. Whether out of curiosity or something more, Ash didn't know, so he reported back to headquarters. The Head would want to know about it and keep an eye on the boy just in case.

Nyla
She looked toward the coughing sound. It had startled her a little, since the street was so empty, but her cheerful grin appeared nonetheless. "Hello!" Nyla chirped, skipping closer to the older boy. She had a small black stone clutched in her palm, having picked it up from the street earlier. It was a  shiny, and would fit her rock collection nicely. She didn't have any pretty black ones. And Nyla was pretty sure it was natural, maybe obsidian? She tried to only collect the natural ones, but it could be hard to tell sometimes.

Mason
 "Uh, yeah, hey. I'm just passing through. Gonna get some groceries, see the sights," he responded, saying the last part with a touch of sarcasm. "What are you doing out here all by yourself, kid?"

Nyla
"Rock collecting." She extended her hand and unfolded her fingers, showing him the black stone in her palm. "I try to only find the natural ones. Does this look like it's obsidian? I saw a pretty blue one on this street, too, but I'm pretty sure it's synthetic. It looks like it's maybe made to replicate sapphire, but it looks nothing like the rea-" Nyla caught herself and exchanged the rest of the sentence with a wide smile. You aren't supposed to know what it looks like in this body, Nyla.

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