<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Leto</span></span><br/><br/>This day was rather interesting to say the least. Leto just stared at all the people that walked on by, not realized they were being watched. Even though they would feel a pair of eyes on them, they would not know their source, nor where their source would be located at. For all they knew, she could be right behind them, staring into their very soul. These thoughts humoured Leto.<br/><br/>Leto's typical outfit consisted of things rather simple. Her black cloak pinned around her neck with a silver ribbon; a dress that only came roughly halfway down her thighs that was coloured dark grey and cinched around her waist with a blacker-than-night belt studded with small, silver spikes. The dress was skintight, and loose around the hipsâ€”though unseeable from behind, there was a zipper that ran down her spine to the top of her hips. She wore a pair of dark green slippers that had black, rubber soles.<br/><br/>Her snow-white eyes fell upon a woman, and this was no ordinary woman. She seemed... odd. She was growing nearer and nearer, almost as if she could see Leto. Which was odd... wait... she wasn't clouding their thoughts... Oh well. This might actually be a good thing, seeing as her People were nothing more than myths to most humans being as they keep their presences hidden from all sentients.<br/><br/>The woman was making an effort to pretend to just be standing there, but with an odd subtlety, she was keeping an eye on Leto. She could see the woman's eyes pointing in her direction every so often. Leto cocked her head, and then removed her hood, and standing up.<br/><br/>Leto slowly walked away, giving the subtle hint she was to be followed. She knew the woman would not take long to see the hint, and give pursuit. Leto then made her way out of the town, and sat on a moderately sized rock that was off to the right hand side of the entrance/exit of the town. Her back was facing the entrance, and her cloak hung off the edge of the rock. When the said woman would approach, the games would begin...<br/><br/>~<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Roland</span></span><br/><br/>Did this girl mention that he needed to drive fast? Well no-fuckin'-duh he needed to! Those god-forsaken Crimson Lance were right on his tail! What else was he supposed to do? Patiently wait for them to arrive and them gun them both in the head? And by the looks of things in her place, they were more than likely after her too, but he couldn't be for sure. He rolled his eyes, not staring at her for too long before slamming on the gas rocketing the racer forward, and not too long afterward the gunfire and shouting voices were nothing more than a thing of the past.<br/><br/>He could now get a good look at this girl he just kinda came across. Well, the first obvious thing he noticed of her was that she was bleeding profusely from her shoulder and was covered in scrapes and bruises. He decided to be a good Samaritan and help stop that bleeding. He took a left turn and and parked behind a large, mountainous hill that was behind the sun, and out of sight from anything that might appear from that direction.<br/><br/>He twisted behind him, and grabbed, from the back of the seat, a simple brown cloth. It was crinkled and a bit dirty, but it was large and thick and should nicely absorb the blood and successfully cease the bleeding. He took hold of her arm gently, moved her petite hand from the wound and then tied the rag around the injury, tying it exceptionally tight.<br/><br/>He then sat back, and let out an exasperated sigh, then rubbed his face with his large hands, and then looked at the girl in the eye giving her a relieved smile, and then he began chuckling. â€œDamn, that was close...â€ He piped, mostly to himself, but also the girl knowing she would agree. He then looked at her again. â€œSo, you got a name, girly? I'm Roland.â€ Next, he would have to ask the fuck had just happened to her...<br/><br/>~<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Mordecai</span></span><br/><br/>Mordecai couldn't keep running forever; normally he could, but right now, he can't. Why? Because this area of Pandora was virtually unknown to him. He didn't recognize anything around him; the stones, the mountains. Even the goddamn sand seemed unfamiliar! Then, just when he thought his life was more fucked than normal, he saw someone. Thank Goddess! There was another human being! Waaait... What if they were another people that wished to see him bleeding on the ground almost as bad as the Crimson Lance did? He would have to wing it.<br/><br/>The person in question was a girl (who knew?). And a Skag pup was next to her. Mordecai was about to take and blast the little rat to smithereens until he remembered he was still being chased, and that she just reached over and patted its head. That didn't matter to him almost as being shot in the back did; he tended to want to stay alive and not shot. Running up to her, he stopped right in front of the girl. She was actually kinda cute, but that was important at this point in time.<br/><br/>â€œWe can worry about introductions later,â€ He quickly began, pulling out his pistol, and then cocking it. â€œBut would you mind helping me deal with the Lance?â€ He gave her a crooked smile that just screamed 'stupid', but he wasn't worried about making a bad first impression. But the question was: would she actually help him?