(I'm going to keep editing this but you guys are free to join and pop in whenever)

Greyson, 17, male, in the town hall at night time.

First, they pulled his arms behind his back and rammed them into the wall.
"Were you spying on us?? Were you going to take our food??" A muscled man with blue paint across splatted across his nose screamed into Greyson's ear. He flinched and pressed his nose against the wall, hearing the soft murmurs of the other people that were captured on the border patrol. They had gotten too close... It was too dangerous to be too close to the city. Gangs were always alert, always checking on their turf. They were more often than not nervous and violent, like an unloved dog on a chain, and it was best to not tempt their patience by going into their territory.

"I don't want your stupid food," Greyson said, trying to look back and see the crowd. Before he could move too much his cheek bone and chest were smashed across the wall again. "Just let me go! Maybe some of them wanted to get in, but I have nothing to do with them!" They had grabbed him initially to interrogate in front of the others because he was fairly young and strong. Greyson didn't know any of the other dozen of captured innocents names, but he may have seen them in passing. It was more common to travel alone or in small groups if you lived outside a city. He had lost contact with his family long ago.

The man holding him snorted and threy him down, where two cerberi quickly cornered him and forced him to keep still. Greyson knew about this breed. They were a little rarer, and were ferociously devoted to their masters. If the boy so much as moved they might rip him apart. During his capture, his skully had been with him so she was brought too. Corset whined softly, padding her black legs against the hardwood floor. The man holding the rope around her neck yanked on it to shut her up.

Greyson tried to think. Most gangs didn't need more members, although they sometimes tried to recruit those they met on patrols. Sometimes they just threw them in a ditch later with either a stern "Stay out." Or a quick beating, if they were the type. They could be nice, sure. They were people. But Greyson was scared, and they had the dog that helped him survive several months on his own.

He tried to meet eyes with people, hoping someone would do something. Meanwhile, the man who seemed to run these patrols passed in front of the group of his gang members and the captured outsiders. The clicking of his boots was the only sound in the dark town hall of the city.

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Ryden, 20, male, near town hall at night.

Ryden let out a soft whistle. “Cute.” He said as he peered through his binoculars. He was crouching on the roof of a small empty store building, hidden by the low wall on the flat roof. Ryden lowered his binoculars slightly as he looked down at his puppy. All three of their heads were looking at him curiously like they usually did when he whistled. “Yeah, yeah, not the point, right?” He smiled slightly as he rubbed one of their heads. He lifted the binoculars and looked through again. “Aren’t you guys glad that’s not us? We’d be dead.” He knew the gang in the area and they knew him. It was dangerous for him to hang around but he had found good supplies in the area.

Ryden continued to watch through the binoculars as one of the members pushed around the young man. He was probably still a teenager. Then their dogs began to corner him and Ryden lowered his binoculars. It wasn’t an uncommon scene for him to see as he had been lurking around the city for a while but it was still uncomfortable to watch. “Should we help out? What do you guys think?” He looked down at Tanuki, who was biting his fingers. The other two, Rascal and Bandit, were just staring off into space. Ryden smiled slightly at them then he lifted them up and set them into his backpack as usual. They all poked their heads out but he knew they’d hide as soon as he began to move.

Ryden inched across the roof, staying low and out of sight. He climbed over the edge of the apartment and hung from the side of the building before jumping over to the next building. He grabbed onto one of the window ledges and pulled himself up. He had gotten rather used to climbing and jumping across the buildings. It was the best way to escape any gang members and their dogs. They don’t have any reason to learn how to manoeuvre like that when they ruled the streets. Ryden continued to move closer to the town hall at a steady pace. He needed to be close enough to use his slingshot.

“I think this is close enough…” He murmured to himself as crouched down on the roof of a nearby building. The town hall was just before him. He pulled out his slingshot and a pouch he often carried around with him. He didn’t make a habit out of helping people but he had a soft spot for teenagers. It wasn’t too long ago that he was one. He pulled out some lighter fluid and soaked the bag. Ryden bit his lip as he pocketed the bottle. It was a valuable resource but he needed the bag to burn quickly or it wouldn’t have the right effect. “Okay, you have one shot… no pressure.” He lifted the slingshot and lined it up with the closest fire to the dogs.

Ryden was a good shot and the bag landed in the fire barrel. Ryden could see the smoke as it burned up. Despite being in a small pouch the herbs inside burned with a particular ferocity and he was sure the scent was spreading quickly. There was a light breeze which was perfect for spreading smoke. He watched as the dogs began to react. They hated the scent and would always run off blindly when they smelt it. ‘Don’t you dare waste my distraction.’ He thought as he began to climb down the side of the building.

((he's using mostly a mixture of coleus canina & rue as the dog repellent. I wanted to come up with a creative way to help. ;v;

it somehow ended up super long tho;;))

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(Is it okay if I'm still deciding what dog to get but try to join in? I love role plays, xD)

Nova Zicerstrung||Female||18||Mentions: Greyson

Nova hissed as she was apprehended and dragged into the City Hall. "My parents used to work here! Chevy and Jake Zicerstrung!" As begging wasn't a choice she soon found out, she tried to kick the figures crowded around her. As she pushed next to another human being, well, she thought it was she whispered a short 'Here.' and grabbed a Heath bar she scavenged before being caught. "The damn gangs don't ever listen." The stray she found on the streets was taken away from her. That little dog became her every day and night. Though he was a little protective of personal space at first, he became so attached to her after the last few months they spent together, Nova could lie down on the dog's belly while he slept and he was her pillow.

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