The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
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Shelter staff found her in the bathroom a short time later on the floor and screaming her head off. It was deep. There was so much blood... They spotted the stained tool on the floor and her fate was sealed. An ambulance arrived a short time later to fetch her and take her to the nearest hospital. When she was stable enough to talk, no one listened to her.
No one believed that she hadn't done it. That the other girls had done it to her.
Eisley spent hours out of it as doctors worked to sitch her wrist back together. The cut had been deep, but wouldn't affect her ability to use the hand. They deemed it intentional, flagged her as a severe risk, and had her committed involuntarily to a wing of the hospital where they could monitor her.
When she was coherent enough to talk again she told her story to anyone who would listen. No one understood, though. Every nurse and doctor looked at her with those same sad eyes, unwilling to believe that a group of girls had attacked her for a bed. They didn't understand how it worked.
She refused to give in and falsely admit that she had done it. It made the people caring for her unwilling to believe that she was safe to release.
It felt like weeks passed... she wasn't sure. She had never learned the classic way to keep track of time, so days and hours all tended to blend into one another. At some point she attempted to escape.... it ended with her being tethered to her bed, left to watch whatever cartoons happened to be on the rooms TV at the time.
It took some time, but she finally relented. She calmed down enough to be released from the straps on her wrists and ankles. She made up a convincing story about why she had tried to kill herself. They believed her.
Someone from childcare services came to visit her at some point, she told the woman that she just missed her mom. She just wanted a home. Eisley agreed to start seeing a therapist who worked with troubled kids and she was out of the hospital before she knew it.
She spent a week being moved around from one place to the other before her tempory caretakers got too comfortable around her. They assumed she was a shy, well-mannered child who did as she was told. If she was told to stay put, she would.
Her last handler learned the hard way that had been a lie.
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She was back on the streets, and with a new determination to avoid everyone if she could. She didn't want to try and make friends anymore, she didn't want someone to help her find a home. She just wanted to be by herself.
From that day she worked on her pilfering skills, watching videos of people caught shoplifting on phones at gadget stores. She got caught a few times, but managed to avoid capture for the most part as she went along.
She kept notes about safe places. Where she could sleep, shower, find food, etcetera. She stole a few kids books here and there to try and teach herself more useful things. The ability to count higher than twenty helped a lot.
She made enemies from a lot of the families on the streets. She didn't want anything to do with drugs or selling herself. She was afraid of establishing longterm connections with people, so she didn't. She stayed aloof, and if she needed to trade something she kept it short and simple.
She spent equal parts of time avoiding those she had angered, and trying to survive.
When she turned eight, she managed to find a bed in a local shelter for children. It was called the 'HAT House.' A shelter for Homeless Adults and Teens located toward the bottom end of Manhattan. She had been lucky to find a bed, as they were hard to come by in the city. Luckier still that the shelter ran on a 'no questions asked' basis, which meant she didn't have to worry about anyone trying to contact her mother. She settled in the first night after the program being explained to her feeling safe for the first time in a while, with a bed and blankets to cuddle into as she drifted off.
The next day she was walked through the paperwork of various programs that would help place her in a more permanent home. Eisley was all too excited at the prospect, too, imagining that she might be placed with her very own Mr. Rodgers.
The second night in her new, temporary home she got more familiar with a few of the girls she shared a communal room with. Most of them were older, with piercings and dyed hair. One girl was a new mother at 16, and getting help with adjusting to it. The older girls welcomed her into their group, which she was all too happy to join. Did that make her popular? She hadn't ever had a real friend before other than Papa. Now she had five!
Aubry was 15 and had run away from home because she felt like it. She wouldn't elaborate any more than that.
Tennessee was 19 from Tennesee and said that her father had been abusive to her and her younger brother, so they left. Apparently, her younger brother had gotten picked up by CPS and placed in a home. She was too old.
Sam was 14 and discovering his own identity and had left home because his family disowned him. He couldn't room with the other boys because he had been a girl before. He always seemed so sad about it, but had friends to help him cope.
Jessica was 17 with a birthday coming up soon. She had been born in the states, but her family hadn't. At some point, they had been deported and she was left on her own. She told stories of how horrible the foster care system was and said that was why she was on the streets.
Madaline was 15, and she seemed like the leader of the group, which just made Eisely want to impress her as much as she could. Madaline was fond of sitting at the end of Eisely's bed and telling her all sorts of horrible tales. She had been on the streets pretty much all of her life because her parents were homeless too. She told stories of tragedies that had befallen her and those she loved. Stories that had unexpected happy endings, like when her brother managed to find work and a place to live in a different state. She gave advice and warnings about where not to go, and what places were safest and when.
Eisley made up her mind that she would never go back out there, but... at the same time, the foster care system didn't seem that safe either, or at least not from Jessica's point of view. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she knew what she wasn't and that was that.
From then on she started purposefully sabotaging her own work at finding a home. When people came to meet her she played sick or threw fits. Anything to push off the inevitable appointment. Her choice had unintended consequences though, as she found out after a few days.
The girls turned on her.
They told her that she couldn't stay. She was the youngest, least damaged. She didn't need the bed as much as others did, and thus she needed to leave. Eisley was confused at the change. She was eight and didn't know why someone else deserved it more than her. She refused.
Their efforts turned from simple persuasion to more aggressive tactics as time went on. They harassed her during the day, made sure she was secluded and left alone from the others. At night they would rip her blankets away from her and pelt her with pillows. That eventually ramped up to her finding a dead rat in her bed. Still, she refused. Partly because she was afraid to leave a place with a bed and two meals a day, and partly because she didn't want to give them the satisfaction of scaring her off.
Nasty rumors started to spread about her, and where she came from. It started to change the way people looked at her. She didn't like it.
Eventually, the harassment shifted to violence. The girls would pinch and punch her places that were hidden under clothes. Each night they would pressure her to leave until she cried. There was only so much they could do without getting kicked out themselves, though... so she endured it.
She had managed to keep her bed for a year and a handful of days. She was proud of herself in a weary sort of way but told herself that it would eventually be alright. They would get bored, or tired of harassing her, and it would stop.
February, 2007 things changed again. It was a Wednesday and the lights had been out for a while. Everyone in the large communal bedroom was fast asleep, or at least she had thought that.
Eisley was woken up from being manhandled out of her bed. A sock was shoved in her mouth to silence her before she could wake everyone up. Five girls dragged her small form to the bathroom, shut the door, and proceeded to hold her down.
She kicked and screamed through her muffle, trying to wrench her arms away. Madaline dropped down onto her knees on Eisley's left side, a cheap box cutter gripped in one hand. "Should have gotten the hell out of here when we told you to, brat. You brought this on yourself."
The girls shaking hand descended. The point of the blade glinted in the dim light....
The first few nights had been hell. Tucked away under an awning in front of a closed shop, jumping at every little sound like a boogeyman was going to drag her away into the night. She missed her bed terribly, but not enough to risk another attack upon return home. Her ear was still bleeding from the last one, and her hearing had yet to return.
During the day she wandered, pilfering bits of food from various places or finding tossed out remnants behind convenience stores. It was actually surprising how much food got thrown away because of expiring dates, even when it still looked good enough to eat.
At nights she got better at finding safe places to sleep but learned quickly that nowhere was safe for very long. She was but one of many out on the streets and found it hard adjusting to the local community of homeless folks.
Eventually, she stumbled upon a group of slightly older kids who took pity on her and told her about a local 'Papa' who tended to help out the younger street kids in the area. Papa, as it turned out, was a guy named John. Some of the other kids tried to explain that he used to be a she until she found out that she was really a he, and adjusted accordingly. Eisley didn't understand a lick of what they were saying. Papa looked like a papa, acted like a papa, and called himself papa.
Never having had a positive male influence in her life before, she took to John like glue. She was youngest of his little troupe and she contributed nicely to the family by bringing home items everyone needed.
That happiness only lasted a few months. Papa had always stayed inside his little apartment, curled up on an old couch with a warm blanket over his lap. It turned out that he was sick, very sick, and by the time she met him he didn't have much time left. Papa passed away surrounded by their makeshift little family, and after he died any hope that the rest of them would stick together died with him.
Eisley watched from her spot on the couch, next to Papa's stiff feet, as the rest of the kids and strangers she had never met came in and started hauling away all of the stuff in the apartment. The only things left when they were done were the fraying carpet, Papa, and Eisley.
She learned an important lesson that day, one that stuck with her as she grew. When you died you were gone. Poof. Nobody left inside the flesh on the couch. Nobody cared the second your heart stopped beating.
It was an important lesson, and not one she had ever seen in any of her shows on TV.
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The van slammed to a stop. Eisley went rolling like a petrified armadillo from one end of the van to the other. Shouting could be heard outside, but she struggled to pinpoint what was being said due to all of the other noises and her bad ear.
By the time she was able to recognize the sound of another young female voice, the doors had been thrown open and someone else was tossed inside.
What commenced then was nothing short of horrifying and... confusing. Confuifying. Eisley watched as both of the grown men tried to subdue the other girl, and it only seemed to make her angrier. It eventually ended with another tied hostage in the back, while the men climbed up front to get back on the road.
"Great. This really wasn't how I was planning on spending my day... Any idea who these assholes are?"
The teen swiveled her head around oddly for a moment until she found just the right spot to make out what was being said. She's only heard half of it... but enough to hazard a guess at what was being asked. She shook her head mutely while working on separating the tape from her face with her lips and tongue.
"Oh, quit your crying, we're gonna be fine. You able to get out of there? They clearly weren't experts at tying knots, and I could use a hand."
Eisley fixed a doe-in-headlights look at the girl and sniffled pathetically, before attempting to calm herself down. She took a long look at her ropes, wiggled her wrists a bit, and discovered they really weren't all that tight. It just took a little... pressure... and BAM! One hand slipped out, a little red and raw but free. She removed the tape from her mouth a moment later.
She still sniffled as snot threatened to escape from her nose, but held the waterworks in. She looked to the other girl's ropes, reaching out with shaking hands to try and un-knot the rope. A few fumbled moments later she was crying again because she couldn't get the knot undone.
"Ah dod do watdo doooo" Her nose was definitely leaking now. And her eyes. Oh god, it was everywhere!
Her day had been going well... She had pretend breakfast in the morning across from a coffee shop, with pretend Bacon and pretend eggs, (That were really just parts from a launchable she'd stolen the night before) and a pretend latte what was really just a discarded, expired juice she had found in the trash behind the store in an empty to-go coffee cup. She was having breakfast with her newest, most favorite friend Mr. Stardust, who was a stuffed unicorn she had found on the ground in a park. He was missing his horn, but she didn't care.
The small empty hat on the ground next to her had been slowly filling up with spare change, and a few dollars here and there. She carried on a soft conversation with Mr. Stardust as people hurried past until her Lunchable was empty and her juice was gone. Then, it was time to move.
After having packed her stuff away and heading off to a different area of town, her day got significantly worse. At some point, a large white van had appeared and appeared to be following her. She turned a few corners, and doubled back once, but... nope, still there.
She thought to cut through a fenced alley to get away, but her luck turned on her.
Hence why she found herself huddled against the cold metal side of a van as it thumped along toward its next target. Her wrists were tied together with stiff rope, and a strip of ducktape had been slapped over her mouth. She was terrified because they people who had nabbed her hadn't said a word. Was she gonna die today? Were they a part of one of the families? Had her mum sent them?
A million thoughts flitted through her head as she sat there, shivering from fright, and tried to think up a good escape tactic.
The teen turned a blank, curious stare his way as he started listing off some of the more common places to gather. "I'm not a part of any of the families. None of those places are safe."
He turned a few steps into the alley, big doe eyes fixed on him as he spouted off some random information about the alley she was in. Curses and monsters. "Sounds like a fairy tale." She muttered back, pivoting to blink at the brick walls.
"It's perfectly safe. That man left here a long time ago... Might actually be able to get some peaceful rest. Looks like you could use it."
She considered his words for a moment, giving the barren surroundings one more look before she turned and looked at him again. Her thumbs hooked under the straps of her backpack. She focused, trying to commit his face to memory. If he was telling the truth, she'd remember and pay him back some day.
"... Thanks." She swiveled back around to march away, hollering over her shoulder as she went, "Probably shouldn't go around telling girls they look tired, though! Gonna get slapped for it someday!"
He questioned the black eye. She waited a moment before nodding slowly. He wasn't the first adult to stop and try and talk to her... she just needed to figure out what he wanted. Justice? Pity? She would inevitably find out.
He surprised her against when he questioned if the area was safe for her. The curious gaze she'd had pinned on him switched to a critical evaluation. She was judging his person now. After an awkward moment, she shook her head again. She didn't have a home turf. She didn't consider anywhere particularly safe. She did need to block of that ally from her map, though.
Instead of answering, she edged her backpack around and dug into it until she had her journal out. She'd lifted the book from a store a long time ago. Its pages were filled with notes only she could decipher, and pictures of various signs and street names. She pointedly avoided answering his question as she flipped to a clean page and started jotting notes down. Her writing was sloppy and poorly spelled. She'd gone her entire life without a classical education, so everything she managed to do was self-taught. When she had left home she actually ended up feeling better about her lack of knowledge, seeing as quite a lot of people in her position also seemed to lack even the basics.
After a while, he was still there. She finished her notes, tucked the book away, and climbed unsteadily to her feet. She still wasn't sure what his angle was, but she had other places to be. She needed to go through her other haul items and figure out how much she had gotten. Then food. Then sleep.
She watched him again, eyes hooded and ringed with slight shadows from lack of sleep. "It's safe enough." She gave him a wide berth as she went around him, then headed out and toward an alley where a sign hung. She used it frequently as a passage from one place to another.
"Ain't smart to have that out and about like that, kid. Someone else could see it."
She jumped like someone had shocked her, nearly tipping over. Wide-eyed and startled, she turned her head to him and inwardly cursed. It was him again. Her mark. The teen stared quietly before giving a little sigh and removing the ring from her finger. It was undamaged, but warm from her hand. She didn't bother to get up in case he thought she was trying to make a run for it. This was the second time he'd found her after all. Something wasn't quite normal with him.
Instead, she stared down at the little ring in her palm sullenly, before holding it out for him to take. She didn't offer an apology or an excuse. They just tended to make people more mad.
"...Thanks." She muttered, pulling up her hood to tuck herself away. "For before."
Another voice. It took a moment but eventually, she turned and looked at the newcomer. Oh crap, it was him!
Her surprise surely showed on her face. Even more so when he winked at her. She wasn't sure what that meant but would roll with it. The boy closest to her stepped in further. She tensed, waiting. It seemed as though he was going to help her out, so she would wait for her moment.
Eventually, the taller boy made a move. He had helpfully tossed some of her items back into her bag beforehand, though. When the guy sent the tall boy flying, the other lurched in to take control of her. He was afraid, and probably also had a weapon on him somewhere. She waited patiently for his attention to be fully on the guy before making a move.
Eisley wasn't strong in any way, shape, or form, but she knew you didn't have to be in order to make a punch count. When the boy leaned in to grab her wrist, she grabbed his back and tugged, her other hand fisting shortly before she jabbed it into his jugular with as much strength as she could muster.
He dropped his grip on her and she took that moment to dart forward to where her things had fallen. Her journal and the stolen items were most important. She could always swipe more personal are items later. She ditched the ring box as a decoy as she bolted for the other end of the alley without looking back.
A few blocks away she stopped in a more familiar alleyway. She wouldn't be able to stay long... not if that guy or those kids were going to come after her.
She was getting dizzy though and needed a moment to rest. Food was still her top priority, but it would need to wait until she could get her bearings. Eisley plopped down against a brick wall, pulling her knees up to her chest, and held her hand up before her. Her fingers were splayed out and there at the bottom of her middle finger sat a gleaming golden ring. She briefly pondered keeping it... but it was too big for her, and she wasn't in a position to afford such a luxury.
Eisley glanced up from her score, struggling momentarily to identify where it came from. She tilted her good ear in the direction of the boy while keeping wary eyes on him. She didn't instantly recognize him, which was both good and bad. He wasn't one of her usual tormentors... but he might end up being one if she weren't careful. Big blue eyes darted about is person, noting this and that. He was armed.
"Nothin'... wrong territory, sorry."
She took a step back, on the sly slipping one of her fingers into the box to sneak one of the rings onto her finger. The big one with stones came back out hidden by her sleeve, all while she swapped hands to hold the box up. "Y-you can have it. I don't want any trouble."
She didn't hear the second boy come up from behind thanks to her distorted hearing. Not until he was right on her, shoving her forward. Eisley took the dive, tripping forward and catching herself on her hands on the rough road. The closed box bounced and rolled, stopping just in front of the taller boy.
Unfortunately, her hat took a tumble with her. Dirty brown hair fell limply around her face as she twisted back to stare at the other boy. Dread was coiling up in her stomach. She was going to lose all of her haul again, she could feel it.
"Eh! I know that face!" A pair of hands wrestled her backpack from her. She didn't fight it. "If it ain't Tom Girl! I heard about you from some of the other boys..."
Her backpack was passed to the tall boy. She watched as he unzipped it and all of her worldly possessions fell to the ground. He stooped to collect the wallets she's snagged earlier in the day and began leafing through one.
"I thought Ricky made it clear to stay out of our territory."
Slowly, she started to get to her feet. "m'sorry. I didn't know. Won't happen again. I'll leave."
The tail end of black eye was still healing from when 'Ricky' had explained things. She wouldn't need to be told twice.
Someone hobbled past, and the peculiar gait caught her eye. Then a wallet snagged her attention. Poking out slightly from the back of a pocket. She stood, following behind. This would be her target. Now she just needed to figure out how...
As she tagged along behind her eyes traced the silver gleam of a chain attached to the wallet. The guy was smart. He'd either been robbed before, or he was super cautious. She followed the chain with her eyes. It looped around to the front. It would be difficult to snag the wallet without alerting him to what she was doing.
Eisely abandoned the wallet for a moment, eyeballing the rest of him. She stepped off to one side slightly. There as a square shape in one front pocket. A mystery object. She wandered to the other side. She could see the end of a phone poking out of the other front pocket, and where the chain ended just above it. No jewelry on his wrists save for some kind of strange bracelet, one solitary ring on his left hand. No chains or earrings. He was slightly scruffy in the hair department, but clean shaven from what she could see of his face.
Still, the limp made him a good target.
She plotted what to go for, ultimately deciding on the mystery lump. It could be anything, and phones were too easy to trace. I order to create a distraction, she edged little closer to the opposite side of what she was targeting. A man in a white collar shirt and vest was walking in front of her, about to pass her target. She stepped on the back of his shoe, and with a slight push from behind caused him to stumble.
He fell right into the limping man, and during that same movement, she slipped back to the other side, small fingers reaching out and into that front pocket. They pinched around a little box, withdrew, and pulled back into her own coat pocket.
She continued forward without missing a beat, picking up her pace a little bit as she weaved in and around people. The sidewalk curved up ahead, and if she could make it around the corner she knew a few different routes to take to escape.
As soon as she was in the clear, she stopped and pulled the box from her pocket. She walked along slowly, turning it this way and that. The box contained another box, so she discarded the cardboard parts. It looked like a ring case. Flipping it open, the teen stopped in her tracks and stared wide-eyed down at the little set of rings inside. They were beautiful... Wedding rings, she assumed.
Guilt momentarily clouded her mind and she turned to look back the way she had come.
... She could probably sell them for like, $200 bucks.
Eisley snapped the box closed and turned away again. She knew just the place to take them, too!
Eisley was on the hunt. Her dark clothes helped her blend in, and hardly anybody paid attention to poor homeless boys, so it was easy to simply trail along and let her feet guide her to her next mark. As it were, tonight various pubs and bars were the hot scene. Lines formed, groups gathered. She found herself watching one such crowd from afar, tucked down against the side of a building.
Bars typically ended up being a pretty good haul if you could catch someone before they went in. People tended to bring a lot of cash for booze and tips. It was flashier. The problem was that bars also tended to be a tad bit more dangerous than the usual haul. Alcohol loosened people up in ways she wasn't usually comfortable with. Tonight she was a little desperate, though.
After evaluating things for a bit, she stood and headed toward the group. Best case scenario people would just ignore her. Worst case someone would choose to be a jerk and cause a scene. She pulled her cap down a little more and headed in, eyes moving from person to person.
One wallet came easily. It was only stuffed halfway inside back pocket. She pilfered it and moved along. Another caught her eye swiftly after that. Tucked in the back pocket of a backpack. She eyeballed the back of the owner for a moment, before deftly swiping that wallet too.
Slipping the last wallet into her coat pocket, she kept on going. Head down, eyes on the path ahead. She'd find somewhere quiet to settle down and see how much she'd gotten, and then decide on whether or not she could be done for the night.
As she headed away from the bulk of the group, her curiosity got the better of her. Pulling the last wallet back out, she flipped it open to peer inside. A dour face stared back at her from an ID. Blank eyes, no smile. There were a few cards inside, but mostly refillable visa cards instead of credit. The middle of the wallet held a handful of cash, but nothing big. The guy was ill prepared for the bar scene in her opinion.
Still, the visas, if they had money on them, would work for her. She didn't need ID for them. She'd chuck the rest of the wallet later. She ducked off the beaten path in order to check the other wallet, which she withdrew from her other pocket.
Eisley was hungry. All of what she had managed to save for the last few weeks was gone, thanks to a rival gang of homeless boys who weren't fans of hers. When you lived on the streets you tended to fit into a handful of categories. You were either one of the homeless community, and you stuck together and helped out, or you were not. You either fit in with the rest of the homeless kids, or you did not. If you weren't a part of the community, you were either shunned, or you were one of the unfortunate few who weren't all there anymore. The crazy ones who couldn't be trusted.
She was among those that had been shunned.
She didn't take part in various aspects of the vagrant community. She refused to use or sell substances, she refused to sell herself, and she refused to share what she had earned with those who felt like they deserved it more. As such, she wasn't able to hang around the safe groups. She wasn't welcome in the larger encampments scattered around the city. She had to be on the move at all times, because if she ran into those that shunned her, her things would be confiscated.
She was down $200 bucks. Money she had skimped and saved for. Money she could have used for food, clothing, basic necessities. She was penniless again, and starving. She had no other choice but to go back to work, and had been doing so for the past few hours.
The teen had accumulated a small pile of things already. A few wallets, a few cash clips with cash thankfully attached, and a phone plucked from a coat pocket. All together it was enough to get her by for a few days, but... it was nothing compared to what had been taken from her. Maybe with just one more job she would feel better. Yes... one more job and she would retire for the night, find some food, and a place to sleep for a few hours.
Eisley moved to a different location. A larger area of town with quite a few trendy shops. Tourists and locals alike tended to flock there. She set herself up against the wall of a coffee shop, tucked out of sight from the employees within.
Now, she just needed to find a target.
Keen eyes picked apart people as they passed. Most were locals, and not worth her time. She was looking for easy targets. People who were either too self-assured that no one would ever mess with them, or too naive to know that they were being watched. Tourists were often easy targets. They tended to carry large amounts of cash with them as they hopped from place to place, but it was getting harder to swipe from them. Often times they hid tings in harder to reach areas. The front pocket of jeans, coat pockets, fanny packs. (she did like fanny packs, though. One little buckle keeping all your stuff safe? Easy peezy.)
Locals were harder, save for a few. For example, men who fluffed themselves up like peacocks tended to be easy targets. She kept an eye out for gold check chains, fancy shoes, and the latest hairstyles. Men like that tended to carry large amounts of money around with them for show. Something to help boost their egos, she supposed. Women of the same caliber were harder. They tended to carry cards instead of cash, and she wasn't really into card theft.
Eisley watched from her perch, chin tucked and face hidden behind the bill of her cap and hood. It was the rush hour for shopping, and she could practically feel all that cash passing by her.
