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NYC is broken up into five boroughs. Manhattan, Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, and Long Island.



There many areas through out NYC that is exclusive to members of certain factions.





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{ The Bronx, Apt. Building Balcony }

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Çelena Xavier, better known as New York's Cat-Woman and Jewel thief was casually sitting on the railing of her balcony with sffortless balance. A sleek leg swung in the wind while the other remained propped up. She was smiling to herself, raising a sharply manicured hand to gaze and awe at a crystal necklace she'd 'picked up'. It glistened in the lights of nearby places, taunting its' expensiveness in distracting gleams.

She herself was nice to look at, her hair caught wind and blew past her, light brown strands dancing to cover and un-cover her scarred right eye. She was beautiful, and had eyes like emeralds. Her skin was just as warm, had the look of honey in the dewy humid atmosphere. So, she wore red plaid pajama shorts and a loose white tee. It looked like she might be heading to bed soon, but really, she could leave at any second. She began to peer down at the sidewalks, watching wrists and necks like voltures watched and preyed on dying animals. A small grey cat she called "Dawn" sat on her terrace table, meowing at the moon.

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*All of a sudden Celena's phone began to vibrate. She received a private message from the dark web. The Charlemagne had a part of the dark web hacked, and used it as there communication hub. The message read;
"Hello Kings and Queens. Today we'll be holding a meeting at Joe's bar in the Bronx. For those who don't know where Joe's bar is located, It's by West Burnside and Grand Avenue. Today's meeting is for the final talks of ending the war with the Fallen Angels Motorcycle Club. As you know, most of us are interested in forging an alliance with them. Everyone who received this message must attend the meeting, see you there. - J.V."


West and East Burnside

*A line of parked cruiser motorcycles fill the streets. Today's event is advertise that some motorcycle convention. Many motorcycle clubs found on the East Coast drove to this location in order to attand the convention. The long strep of Burnside has been closed for this convention. Surely, the person running this convention had to pay a lot of money to government of New York in order to make this happened.*
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{ The Bronx, Joe's Pub }

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Çelena looked down at her phone, a grin stretching across her face. She swung her leg back over the railing and walked back into her room, the cat following before she closed the double doors. "Stay here kitty, mama's been summoned for a meeting." She grabbed her black leotard off the bed and slid it on with ease. It looked like leather, covered her arms like long-sleeves but had a plunging v-neckline. The leather went all the way down to her ankles, and she put on black heels, sealing the straps before grabbing her eye-mask and securing it. She looked at her reflection, purring and pleased with herself, she grabbed one single key before exitting back out of the balcony and jumping from roof to roof until she was at the roof of the bar. Peering down in a crouched position, she jumped down, landing on all fours before straightening up and entering the building through the back door. "Meow.." She cooed, announcing her quick and slick arrival. She walked with a stride so smooth, the way cats do, one leg directly infront of the other with a swing of her hips.


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*As Çelena strode her way through the back of the bar, she could feel everyone's eyes stare at her direction. She became the center of attention. Surrounding her were bikers and gangstas of all different races and sexes. One of the Charlemagne's approached her, a young teenager. He made a gulp, trying really hard to stare at her face and not at her body; "Hey, umm, I was told to tell you to go down to the basement. That's where meeting is being held." He then pointed at the nearby staircase.*
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{ The Bronx, Joe's Pub }

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Çelena stopped and turned to look at him. She smiled through her fangs and saying "Thanks." Taking her long claw-like nails and running them through his hair as she passed him to the staircase. She looked over her shoulder at the bikers and gangstas as she went down, purring into an amused giggle as she entered the meeting's wearabouts. "Kings, Queens, In-Betweens..." She greeted.

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*Before she entered the room, she could hear shouting; "I'm sick of those ****ing elves making all of the money while our youngins are killing eachother off. As road caption, I agree to your terms!!" Everyone then stopped as Çelena greeted everyone. A stocky man wearing a hocky mask stood up, it was J.V. As he spoke, he had a very deep, sinister tone; "Fallen angels, I believe you know our very own Queen of the Cats and things valuable, Çelena Xavier." Everyone lifted there bottles and glass cups to her. Celena could tell by there scent that each biker in the room was some sort of were creature. She could smell the scent of Bours, Wolves, and Bears. The biker with big belly spoke. His voice was the one she heard from outside; "Nice to meet you Celena. Hope you didn't have any trouble getting here. I may be a hog, but even I hate them damn pigs in blue. They nothing but pawns for them cowardly elves at wall street. Like I said earlier, we of the fallen angles agree to your terms!"
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{ The Bronx, Joe's Pub }

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Çelena looked at J.V. , amused and delighted at his introduction of her. "Charming, J.V. You've always been well spoken." She commented, and at the raise of glasses and bottles, she grinned and raised a hand to the rest of the Charlemagnes, some familiar and others new to her eyes. To her attention spoke a big-bellied biker resembling a hog. She liked his tone, and way of being out-spoken. "I had no trouble. Fortunately, this place is right up my Alley." She grinned, walking to lean on that same biker's table, a jet-black whip exposed hanging on a back loop of a well-blended in belt. "I feel welcome already, I just need a glass of milk." She chuckled, doing a little dance as she moved. "And J.V. , I hope I didn't miss much. Terms?" She said, before standing up straight and sliding a stool over to her. She even sat like cats do, in a crouching manner yet looking totally comfortable.


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*A slim man wearing dress vest and shirt with a tie stood up. His face looked very feminine. His hair covered half his face and reached his lower back. He was known as the "Spokesmen." As he spoke, he had a soft and calculating voice; "The terms are as follows: The Fallen Angles will assimilate into the ranks of the Charlemagne's become known as Resin guard. They'll become our elite muscle. As a gesture of trust, we'll allow them to take part in our upcoming Heist, the assault of the J.P.Morgan Chase & Co building in Manhattan. They'll send us 2 of there best soliders to join the heist crew. Are there any objections?"
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{ The Bronx, Joe's Pub }

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Çelena watched, gazing at the spokesman, interest growing by the word. He had her at Muscle, Heist, and Chase&Co. Shaking her head, she nearly drooled. She shook her head, looking around at others to see if any numb-skull dared to object. They'd need all the muscle they could get, the more the merrier. "What a purrrfect Idea." She said, tilting her head and tapping her nails on the table, extending her arms out in a stretch. If she had a tail it'd slowly wave behind her.

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*No one seemed like they were going to refuse. Until one man stood up. He had an angery look in his. His name was Sawft, and despite the name, he was massive, built like a brick wall. "I refuse. They killed my baby. I don't care if the Elves manipulated us to fight each other, I'm going to kill everyone in the name of my son!!!"
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{ The Bronx, Joe's Pub }

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Çelena's emerald eyes moved over to Sawft, a brow raising in confusion. "Hey, big-boy. You know who killed your precious child, so take it out on them. Everyone didn't do it, in fact-" She crawled onto of the table and strategically stood between glasses, crouching down and running her fingers through her hair. "I didn't do it. And i'll be d*mned if I have to go down because of an outsider's doing." Standing all the way up, she took her whip and cracked it at the bar, using it to latch on to a fixture so she herself could swing ontop of the counter. And once she did, she stood up straight and walked down it one foot infront of the other, no glasses falling. "The Elves are who you want. So you're either with us, or against us. I wouldn't waste a life on the second.." She crouched down slowly, purring and tilting her head as she did so, whip dangling down in her hand beside her.

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*Sawft looked at Çelena as he spoke to her; "Imma Charlemagne for life, I would never harm another member. You know who else was a Charlemagne for life? My son! And I'll never let you all forg!?!" A load bang ranged out in the room as Sawft flew back. His shirt was riddled with small holes. Each hole was formed by tiny needles that pierced his chest. Looking at the origin of the bang, everyone saw Spokeman, holding an upgraded Model 1887 shotgun. Smoke was exiting out of the barrel as he placed the gun on his shoulder. As he spoke, his soft voice was very reassuring; We don't have time for Sawft's little outbursts. He is clearly still upset about his son. He seems to forget that many young ones in the Risen guard also died. I'll talk to him later, after he wakes up from his much needed sleep."*



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{ The Bronx, Joe's Pub }

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Çelena's eyes widened at the loud ringing of shots, crouching low with arms in front until she realized who'd actually been the target. Slowly, she stepped down from the bar, looking at the Spokesman and his gun, then Sawft on the ground. "So be it." She began to grin again, fascinning her whip back in its loop as she strode back to her stool beside the hog-ish biker. "I don't believe anyone else wishes to object."

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*After several minutes, everyone lifted there drinks in the air, yelling: "The future is ours!!" It was settled, the Charlemagne's have boosted there strength and numbers with this alliance. Everyone began to head back upstairs, ready to celebrate this moment. Everyone except for Spokesman, J.V., and The huge far biker. He was so tall that his head almost touched the basement's cealing. The biker approached Çelena, taking a shot of whiskey before speaking to her; "I'm sorry I did not introduce myself to you. My government name is Herald Cunningham but I rather go by my street name, Head Cheese. Perhaps you can see one day why I'd enjoy that nasty name." Spokesman and J.V. walked beside Head Cheese. Spokeman patted Head Cheese back as he spoke to the group; "It's time we start scouting the J.P.Morgan Chase & Co. I'll hack into there database, but for that, I'll need you, Çelena, to get yourself into one of the majority owners penthouse, and plant my virus into his or her computer." *He handed her a small usb device.* "Their going to have a party tomorrow in a near by night club. It's off limits to the public, but I'm sure a woman of your skill and beauty can get in there easily.*

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