In a world where there is bounty hunters there must be something that is hunted. In this world there is everything from vampires, to just a very tricky bandit who is impossible to catch.

Kisu Character:


is a hunter who has just turned in her/his most recent catch and is after new pray. Wanted posters are amazingly useful, and the police station is always busy with want to be bounty hunters looking to earn some quick cash. They don't understand how much work it takes.

Shadami's character:



is one of the wanted bandits in town that has been resisting arrest for years and no one can catch her.

There was so much damn noise. Didn't these people know how badly Merik's head throbbed. Groaned, the male tucked his silenced pistol into the back of his pants, staring around the station. Full of so called 'bounty hunters' turning in chump change. Merik snorted, shaking his head, the red locks dancing around his face to kiss his cheeks. If any of them turned up wanted, Merik could easily bring them all in. Quite possibly at the same time.

Mollified by these thoughts, Merik grinned despite the hangover, glancing at the bulletin board. A flyer caught his eye, listing a large sum of money. The man ripped the paper down, moving into the bright sunlight outside of the station. He paused long enough to light a cigarette, his green orbs narrowing at the paper. A female. He always felt bad about knocking them around. He'd set his sights on her tonight...Merik continued reading the paper, wanting to know more about his new target.

A mirror jumper, that's what Kirara was, but the only things that anyone could figure from her was that she could pass through shadows. This was almost correct, since it did give her the ability to jump through glass as well, it was just much harder and left her sluggish. Her one weakness that left her timing in extra minutes in her evil plots so that she could rest a moment if glass tangibility was required for the job.

Currently she was sitting in a dark room, mirrors on all sides of her, even covering the door. The small light of a candle sat on the desk she was sitting at reflecting of all of the mirrored surfaces. The next plan she had was a bank heist. Her blue-gray eyes closed in pleasure at the mirror thought of pulling one off. It would Pick the target, and make sure that if need be she had hostages.

(short for now, still sick)

I'm sorry, Miss Shadami...I just can't get into it...I keep trying to reply, and I'm just lost...>.> So, I'mma just unsubscribe and keep up with our other one, okay? I ish sorry...