Date: March 13, 2052|Time:19:24 EST|Weather: 17°C, Rainy|Atlanta, District 11
Subject: Vanessa Arctics
Age:19
Criminal record: ¦Corrupted¦
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Vannie took a stroll around the streets of Neon District as the rain lightly dropped on the concrete. She walked forward, passing Be Fashion and going towards the motorcycle rental. The street was kind of bussy, with many upper class citizens shopping around. Her honey eyes moved every once in a while, eyeing the people around her. Nothing much, regular clothes, some with brands and some without, nothing expensive that she could take...not that she was in the mood to run from the Watch....that day.
Vannie was born in the district.. Or that's what she remembers at least. She lost both of her parents at a very young age and from thereafter had to survive on her own until she was 12...then she got into the "Reds". A red were pretty much anyone that had a "code red" on his criminal record, aka he had committed a crime and got away with it.
You may wonder now, what the hell did a 19 year old kid do to be a Red? Thermal grenade trafficking. In order to survive, Vannie drove into the other side of Neon District and into the syndicate territory. Life was hard yet she pulled through and now she tried to keep her head low and not cause any trouble.
She continued to walk, passing by yet another clothes store. She stopped and look at the window, with her reflection showing on it. As per usual, Vannie wore a custom made red Supreme crop-top hoodie. The shoulders were left exposed and on the hood itself, 2 red rabbit ears were sewn on the back of the head, falling against her neck. Her ginger hair were covered by the hood today, as it was raining yet again. As for the lower part, she wore black thigh length ripped jeans, black fishnets and running shoes. She paid closer attention to her legs and soon enough she could distinguish her Augmentation from the fishnets.... Vannie yet again searched into her mind for the event that costed her legs.
She was 13 at the time and was returning from a friend when a BMW hit her with all its strength. Both of her legs from just below the tight got crushed and wrecked so much that they had to amputate them....and of course as the driver was a Executive, nothing happened to him. For 2 weeks, she was in Despair, crying for hours on end and staring blankly at the bandages on what remained of her legs. Then as a miracle, Isaac showed up and saved her.
Professor Issac Verner was the grandson of Anthony Verner, the creator of the very first android. Isaac became an Chemist and was working for Amery International, an augmentation company. Sadly for him, his father pressured him so much about becoming an engineer that he developed schizophrenia. He was at the hospital getting his prescription when he noticed Vannie. Somehow Isaac got custody of her and managed to get her a new pair of legs.
As she remembered this, she looked at her augmentations yet again. These were the 3rd she had changed in 6 years, this time with her own money. Isaac was like a father figure to her, even being silent about her job for reasons she was unaware of. She stopped staring at the window and walked again towards her home, passing by the Watch HQ. Vannie frowned as she eyed the 5 story building full of Neon blue eyes. "NDPD, We're the eye that never blinks. " said a sign in front of the double glass door. Vannie promptly spat towards it and walked towards some stairs.
" Those cops are all, if not, 90% of them corrupted" she thought.
"All they do is serve money and not the people. The bigger the wallet, the more they will be guarded."
She suddenly stopped, as a man blocked her from entering the metro.
"Hey...girl... ain't it a little dark place to be around alone?"
"Fuck off mate, I'm trynna go elsewhere."
The man seemed offended.
"Hey, how about 300 for a few hours, what do you say?" the guy continued.
Vannie flipped him off and tried to pass by him, yet the man grabbed her by the hand and tried to push her against the wall.
Vannie frowned even more before raising her right leg and hook kicking the man in the left side of his torso. The man yelled and got pushed to the right as a big "Crack" was emitted from his torso. Vannie heard more cracking sound as he fell off the staircase that led to the metro. She counted at least 2 ribs from the kick and another from the stairs. She walked down and eyed the creep.
"Ah.. Y-you bitch...I-I'll fucking.."
He had trouble breathing, so she counted a pierced lung..at worst.
"Whatever you sick fuck, you earned it.." she replied, walking towards him and reeling her foot back as she approached him.
Before the man spoke, she kicked forward, with her foot landing on his jaw and knocking him unconscious. By the time this happened, the train arrived. She flipped him off one last time and got inside, the passengers didn't even comment on the man lying on the station.
"Don't mess with the Rabbit." she muttered and then a small grin formed in her face, followed by a giggle.