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You are "On the Run" from the law. To say the very least, you don't have the best track record with the ol' PoPo. You are constantly literally running, house to house, run down place after the next. The strange reality that you are a public enemy is present in your everyday life. Gang together with those who share the same problem as you, and maybe, just maybe, you might forever find a safe haven.
(No Magic, Gun use to a minimal, even though you are trying to survive, in my experience gun use spoils the potential of RP some. Romance can get to "that point" as long as there isn't much detail to it. NO killing off other characters, and finally, no drugs or alcohol.)

Jeremy ducked behind a dark alley as the police raced past him, he ran in the opposite direction and sat down on a popular place in an old shut down bar. It was used more like a shelter, but he never stayed there more than one night in a row, but it was a nice place to hang out

(you don't have to ask to join, just join whatever, but do ask where everyone is so there isn't confusion)

Amber smirked and ducked into her little hideaway in the trees. She climbed into her tree house, camouflaged by leaves and branches. She set down what she had stolen that day and sighed. “Still not enough.”

Jeremy sighed, slipping away from the bar and to the streets, he knew that others were in the same vote as he, and something inside him knew that he had to help them all, but he couldn't, under any circumstances, it was impossible. He sat under a tree (Amber's tree) and thought of how hopeless his life really was

She heard noise, looking outside to see what it was. She noticed the person sitting there and sighed. Amber climbed out onto a branch then jumped down in front of him.

He jumped a tad, then looked at Amber for a bit, then up at the tree. He stands up "Um, Hello?" he looks back up at the tree.

“What are you doing here?” She growled, pulling her dagger out.

"Woah Woah Woah" He backs up against the tree "I, didn't know you were here." he looks at the knife "And you can chill, not like I'm gonna steal you or something"

“If you were, you wouldn’t get far.” She smirked, putting it away. “Who are you?”

"Jeremy. You?" he stands upright

*Anne sits on the roof of a car with the view of the city. She puts on her kitty ear headphones and starts singing along to some spanish love songs* (DeSpAcItOoOo lol jk)

“Amber.” She smirked. Amber stood at about 5’9 so she was pretty tall.

"So, you live in a tree?" he brushed off some dirt off his tattered and small clothes , having several holes from his shoulders to ankles on every item of clothing. He glances up at the tree then looks down so she can't see his lips and mumbles very quietly, "You should see my home, it's all the city's dark alleys."

"Aww crap! Aww crap!"

Stubbs was panicking, the police had raided the bar he had been drinking at. Apparently his last target didn't take too kindly to the new tumor that he had grown (It was an interesting job request okay?!) and had sicked the cops on him. Unfortunately most of his gear had been stashed in a nearby building while he enjoyed his drink... all he had on him was his crowbar, and his uniform.

He needed a hiding place... and fast! Thankfully, a large tree nearby offered him all the cover he needed. Barely acknowledging the two sitting under it, he tried his best to climb the large tree.

“Yup. I have my own treehouse.” She pulled down the ladder from its hiding spot, climbing up.

He wonders to himself "Do I follow her? Is that rude?". Then he decides to just follow her, and if he gets slapped he gets slapped, it wouldn't be the first time.

She climbed up into the small deck in front, waiting for him.

Jeremy followed her up, looking around at the tree house, and choked back a retort "Better than my place" He nods "Pretty nice place"

Stubbs watched the two enter the treehouse, which in hindsight, probably would've been a better spot to hide than the branch he was sitting on (especially considering the knot that coincidentally was going straight up his... well you get the picture)...
Granted, he COULD threaten them with the crowbar.... but he's as useful with it as a blind man was useful with a paint brush. For now, he'll simply observe and hope he's not noticed.

She nodded, walking inside and closing the door behind the two. She locked it then turned to her home. They were met with a small living area, kitchenette, and study with a bathroom connected. There were stairs that led to a hall with three doors, one black (unlocked), one silver (locked), and one blue (locked). She smirked. "Home, sweet home."