Taken Captive Fuse- *He walks down along the baren city streets slowly, and seemingly without purpose...In rather odd clothing for the area he's in, his walk is methodical and paced...and forceful. A stick with a short branch from it's upper part is strapped to his waist, a nightstick...and a weapon is at his side, a short-barrelled gun...a red bandanna is wrapped around his forehead, molding and shaping his scraggly black/blue hair...*

Karrah- *she watches silently from the shadows of a long, dark alley...her eyes scan the street from where she crouches in the alley. Her eyes catch on a strangley dressed guy wandering down the dim street...she thinks to herself, pondering if perhaps he would have money on him...*

Fuse- *He walks at the same continous, basic pace...his nightstick waving a bit back and forth from it's holster, his gun jangling a bit...**He arches a large brown eye...looking around the dull, dim, dank city streets...and frowns a bit...* Miserable little hovel...*He murmers, and instinctively lowers a hand to the edge of his nightstick, just in case...*

Karrah- *she rises from her crouch and walks out into the street as the strange man passes by the alley...she follows him soundlessly, watching carefully, moving as if she knows exactly what she is doing..as if her moves were well practiced..*

Fuse- *He continues on his route...taking a few main roads, and a few alleys...not really caring if anyone is present in them...his mind in a mixed state of readiness, confusion, and urgency...His body still adjusting to his different surroundings, his mind still healing from his considerably long trip...**He blinks...and looks around a particurally dark alley, and turns...heading down it fearlessly and probably carelessly, his hand neve rleaving the drawing point of his weapon...*

Karrah- *she hesitates slightly as the man enters down a dark alley...pressing into the shadow of a building she watches, her thin body covered in thin, well worn, cotton clothes and a tattered cloak..Her appearance almost frail...She hesitates at the though of stealing once again...but the pains in her stomach cause her to once more move down the familiar alley...Her footsteps unheard and movment unseen as she approaches the stranger...in one sudden, silent move she shoves at the man, pressing the stranger up against the cold wall of a building, her fingers quickly searching for a pouch that might contain valuables..*

Fuse- *He frowns...and shoves the woman away with surprising strength, as if he could sense her coming...he shoves her away with both hands, and quickly draws the nightstick, twirling it expertly in his hands before making a defensive pose with it...standing at the woman...staring at her...angrily...* Get...the fuck...away.*Seethes out...his hand gripping tighter at his nightstick...*

Karrah- *she stumbles at the force at which the man shoves her away..she catches her balance and crouches, as if ready to pounce again, but doesn't, seeing his hand on his weapon...she backs up a step or two, out of the shadows and into the moonlight, but only for a moment...revealing not a human face, but mask...a heavy looking metal mask, pitted and eroded, that covers her head...The light allows only a glance before she moves back into the shadows, running from him...*

Fuse- That...mask...*He frowns...deep...and his dark brown eyes flash...Memories flash into his mind, all in a sudden burst...so many thoughts, feelings, images, all exploding into a loud explosion of the words-" Come back here you FUCK!!!!!!*He yells, and darts off after the woman, probably not nearly as fast, but pumping his arms and legs as powerfully as he can, uickly sheathing the nightstick and drawing his gun, running as fast as he can with his heavy weaponry...* Stop! Or I'll not hesitite to shoot!!

Karrah- *she hears his words..but they don't register in her mind..fear the only thing she knows as she runs down the alley in the darkness, breathing hard and scared she doesn't even think of stopping as she runs as fast as she can...only wanting away...*

Fuse- *He swears out...and frowns deeper...aiming the gun half way through his run and firing, knowing the bouncy pace of his run makes it impossible to aim, but not caring too much...**He swears out, and sheaths his gun once more...pumping his arms and legs as fast as he can, squinting his eyes against the harsh air of the gloomy town...* Stop! You're under arrest!

Karrah- *she turns her head, glancing back as she runs, her breath coming in harsh, terified breaths...she darts down a differant alley, her pace quickly slowing, her body too derived of nourishment and warmth to continue much longer...*

Fuse- *He chuckles a bit at her slowing pace...and pumps his arms and legs faster...grinning wide as he senses an upcoming victory...he removes his nightstick once more, and raises it high....ready to strike down upon the theif when he gets close to her...*

Karrah- *she gasps and drops to her knees, her body shaking from the strain...knowing that the man will hurt her...but her body too tired and weak to do anything more...*

Fuse- *He frowns...and pulls up to the woman...seeing that she's far too tired to resist anymore...**He re-sheathes his nightstick, and frowns a bit...he may of been a lot of things, but he wasn't a cop that abused his power...he frowns...deep...and removes a piece of rope from his person, grabbing the woman forcefully and beginning to tie her arms behind her back, without saying a word...*

Karrah- *she tries to pull away, but the movement carries no power or force in it...her abused body refusing to obey her any longer...*

Fuse- *He finally ties back her arms and then forces her down onto the ground, removing his nightstick and beginning to twirl it...* You're under arrest for attempted theft.*He frowns...looking harder at the metal mask on the woman...knowing she had something to do with the state of where he's from, but not knowing whatrole she plays...he only frowns deep, and taps the metal face plate with the end of his nightstick...* You're going to whatever the hell is the equivalent of jail here. I don't know if they allow Halloween costumes.

Karrah- *she curls up on the ground, then stops moving...she remains silent, knowing that anything she would say would make the situation worse...that the man wants nothing but to hurt her...she lies still...waiting for him to hurt her with hist stick or to take her somewhere to a worse fate, like it always happend before*

Fuse- *He frowns deep...watching the woman's actions.* It's obsious you're a member of the Original Militia.*He swears out...* Tell me who runs it and I might go easy on you. *He frowns, and taps the metal face mask again.* Who's the person that let you wear this, huh? Who is it you're working for? Who the hell's the leader?

Karrah- I don't know any Original Militia..*her voice is a hoarse whisper* I know not what you speak of....*she tries to turn away...wanting to be far, far away..not liking the feeling of this..*

Fuse- *he frowns, and spits the next few words out...* You'll fucking talk. You got that? Don't give me any of that blind loyalty shit. I'm not in any town that I can get in trouble for doing things to suspects. If we were in New Tokyo, yeah, it'd be illegal for me to beat information out of you.*he frowns, and twirls the nightstick again, forcing it out in front of her face, not touching her, but very close...* But we're not in New Tokyo, are we? So talk.*His words are harsh...* And talk NOW. Don't piss with me.

Karrah- I don't understand...I know nothing of what you speak about...*her voice carries an odd tone to it, almost desperate...and yet confused..She shudders from the cold, her think clothes offering no protection, should the man decide to use his stick...*

Fuse- *He frowns...seeming to do a lot of that lately.**He roughly reaches down, and grabs at where the woman's arms are bound, pulling her roughly to her feet...* Fine. You want to defend the bastard that runs your sick little operation, go right ahead. But you won't get any mercy or pity from me, you got that?*He spits out, and throws the woman towards a wall, hard enough to hit, but not hurt TOO much...more or less a warning. he sheaths his nightstick, and cracks his knuckles a bit...* So tell me. Hard way...or easy way? Easy way, you sing like a canary about the jagoff that runs the Original Militia. Hard way, I have to start going back to my days in the mob.

Karrah- *she winces as she is thrown against the wall, she hangs her head, the mask heavy and almost too much weight in her weakened state...she lets herself slide down the wall...shutting the man out...letting herself shut out the world...the pain..*

Fuse- *He scowls deeper, and reaches up, pulling the woman up to her feet again...* Talk, god damn you!!!*he shakes her...harshly...* You're only gonnna hurt yourself more!!!*he swears out, and motions to the nightstick* See this? It's an instrument of justice. And if someone is hiding justice from me and it, it gets angry. Is that understood?

Karrah- *her body goes limp as he shakes her, her voice hoarsh when she speaks* Don't understand...I don't...

Fuse- Whatever, scum...*He spits out in harsh, cold words...* You're coming with me for as long as you continue to with-hold information from the law.*He quickly and effeciently punches her in the stomach, just enough to double her over...**He then quickly slumps her over his large, broad shoulders, and begins walking towards where he had pre-reserved a hotel room.*