Robin Hood [Vendetta]

[Dahlia Michelle]

"Thank you, child! Thank you so much!"

"It's the least I could do, Mrs. Thomas. I shudder to think of how much waste this money would become in the wrong hands." Dahlia, who had donned a Catwoman-esque mask for the occasion, pressed a wad of cash into an old woman's hand. She was dirty, hunched over in those plastic folding chairs, and Dahlia could see the marks of skin cancer all over one side of her cheek. But now the woman was smiling happily, and so was Dahlia. She loved helping the poor.

Dahlia always delivered money or food to the trailer parks, although usually, she did it in secret. Today though, a strange kind of loneliness had swept through her, and she had decided to go deliver her offerings in person. She had bought a Catwoman mask from the store -- now that the villain was at large there were masks at stores, and the mask was pretty good at hiding Dahlia's face. She wasn't planning on staying for long; she didn't want to be recognized. This particular supply of money had been hard to get to, and well... to be completely honest she had gotten the money just an hour ago. But anyway, that was that.

Dahlia had been watching Mrs. Thomas for a while. She was an elderly old woman whose children had moved on without her, and recently, her husband had died of starvation. She was suffering from skin cancer, and because she couldn't afford the medicine and chemotherapy she needed, she would be left to suffer until she died. It would be soon, and Dahlia wanted Mrs. Thomas to be comfortable. She wanted her to know that someone cared, that Jump City's society wasn't completely hopeless. Well, it was, but she hoped Mrs. Thomas would see before she died that there were still good people in the world.

Dahlia didn't know if Mrs. Thomas knew that she had stolen the money. Usually, Dahlia provided for these people in such a way that the government officials didn't notice. Hell, they wouldn't notice anything about these people even if it was obvious. They just didn't care. So Dahlia had to do it. But such a large amount of money was, well, large. But Mrs. Thomas accepted it. Maybe it was because Dahlia seemed rich, or maybe she, like Dahlia, knew that the rich had plenty to loose, and the poor had nothing.

"Thank you, my dear. How can I repay you?" Mrs. Thomas smiled.

"Try to be happy, Mrs. Thomas," Dahlia replied softly. "You'll be at peace soon." She hugged the woman -- only God knew how few hugs the people here got -- and began to walk from the trailer park.

But just when she reached the street that separated the trash from the apartment slums, she heard someone call to stop her. Nocking an arrow to her bow, she looked around.

[vendetta]

"Very good use of the money, I don't think i should stop you. Sometimes the poor do need help" said V wit hhis 16th century era hat, alongside with his black wig and with his cape. Various knives and blades were adorned on his body, easily able to throw at a moments notice. Hi voice pierced the quietness of through the guy fawkes mask, and into the night. " I should stop you, but what is the purpose if you are doing it for the people, when the goverment will not help their own that put them into office?" said V once more, walking up to the woman. "Perhaps an introduction is sufficent. The name is V" said V, bowing like a gentlemen that he was.

In all truth he had seen the woman from a distance, and wearing a catwoman mask. He had followed her, in case if she was indeed the villain. "And if i may ask what is thy fair maidens name?" said V recovering from his bow, standing upright once more. IT was only polite, because if he was going to put this woman in prision, it was only fair if he knew her name.

[Dahlia Michelle]

Dahlia was right in her suspicions; it was someone that fancied himself a hero or a villain, Dahlia couldn't tell which from his strange appearance. As he spoke, she looked him over. He was dressed like someone from the fifteen hundreds, or something like that, and as she squinted a bit at his hair, she wondered if it was fake. The mask though... that was one freaky and disturbing mask. The knives made her raise an eyebrow. So he wasn't afraid to hurt people. Interesting.

Apparently he was a hero, though, from what he was saying. A small smile crept onto her face. "Exactly what I was thinking," she replied. "But for some reason people have a problem with me stealing their money." She scoffed, smirking. "Probably because they're too greedy to let some of it go and actually suffer for a change." She backed up as he approached her, knowing full well that she should keep the advantage at her side with long distance. She still didn't know if he was an enemy or not. "Or was that a question, not a statement?"

He bowed, just like he was under the impression that he was in the fifteenth, sixteen century. V. That wasn't exactly a name. At least Dahlia had made one up. Although she found his antics rather odd, Dahlia curtsied to humor him. "Call me Skari," she said, unwilling to soften her voice this time. She let the remnants of her street life obvious.

[vendetta]

"Hello Skari" said V approaching skari. He had to be careful she had a bow, and he could attempt to slice the arrow, or dodge it, but he rather not get shot. "Perhaps you could draw that arrow away, because i really don't feel like getting shot as you wouldn't like feeling a knife hit a critical point." said V as he slowly approached her. "Yes, the rich should help the poor out, and the government should help their poor. They put them in office, it wouldn't hurt if the rich swine did something about it." said V still slwoly approaching. But i do not see you as a criminal i see you as a rebel. Fighting for the greater good of humanity. Society sees you as a criminal, but you do good." said V as he slowly waltzed his way over.

"yes i do know that i act as something from years past, but i assure you, i am something from years to be." said V making his way over to the woman. But i also come from london, so in a sense that would explain my antics in a sense." said V finally getting to a close distance, enough so that they were ata comfortable pace. In case the woman wanted to fire a shot off at him, he could dodge it, with little damage, and manage to stop her before she could shoot off another one.

[Dahlia Michelle]

Nothing he could say would convince her to trust him, but apparently this V character thought otherwise. The threat, while she believed he would do it, wouldn't convince her to put down the bow. After all, he didn't what she could do, how now she could dodge basically anything...

"Sorry," she said, a smirk lighting her face again. "But I don't feel like putting it away. See, I don't trust you. And your mask has the unfortunate effect of severely creeping me out. So does the threat, but you won't kill me yet." Dahlia hated accidentally rhyming. She continued to back away as he approached; he wasn't understanding the concept of personal space. And "creeped out."'

Actually, he was probably just that. With the way he was speaking, the way he was dressed and acting, he might as well be a creeper. She might be jumping to conclusions, but she'd seen a good deal of rapists in her life (consequently ending up with their deaths) and this masked creeper seemed like one of them. If there was one thing that freaked her out, it was that.

He was agreeing with her too much. No one ever did. And he was stepping too close, way out of bounds. If he didn't stop soon she'd probably shoot him. She did have deadly arrows in her quiver, although the nocked one was only a stun gun-arrow.

She couldn't help but snicker from the years to be comment. "London? That would explain the accent," she said simply. "But futuristic? The future is nothing but a worse verison of the present."

[vendetta]

"That is true Miss Skari." said V before backing off at her statement of creeping her out. "But i asssure you, underneath this mask is something far worse then the picture of my idol of long years past; Guy Fawkes." V said before drawing his knife silently, keeping in mind that he may have to kill her.

"But i assure you that despise my 'creepy, apperance i mean you know harm but it appears that way though" said V as he continued to talk. "Yes, i am from the future, where things are much, Much worse. Not so much in america, but in London though. Wars, dictatorships, genocides." V said cheering up his own deposition. "Let's not dwell on what may be, lets concentrate on the happy and the now."

[Dahlia Michelle]

"What is it?" she asked, watching him back off but pull out a knife. Dahlia didn't really care about the knife though. Knives were useless, almost laughable, against Dahlia. Nevertheless, she kept her bow and arrow and the ready. "Are you scarred? Deformed? Missing some body part? Whatever it is, if it's part of you, you shouldn't have to hide it." She shrugged. She'd seen many deformities from people in the poorer parts of town, and they didn't phase her. "If people don't like it, let them deal with it."

"You mean me no harm?" she repeated, incredulous. "Then what's with the knife?" Oh, so he actually came from the future. Brilliant. Then what was he doing here? She smirked wistfully. "Sorry, but, it's not happy here. And I'll be dead by then, anyway."