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	The way that Takari Square lit up, regardless of the time of day, resonated with Calixta on a multitude of levels. It was at this time that she was making her way from her shack of a dwelling; running late - [i]of course[/i] - towards [b]Hpnotiq[/b]; one of the plethora of Glitter bars in the area and the one she happened to work at tonight. Rushing around in five inch heels and on some [color=#FF0000]N[/color][color=#7FFF00]E[/color][color=#00FEFF]O[/color][color=#7F00FF]N[/color] was not what she had in mind for the start of her night. Well, partially true. But at the rate that the whole of Mars was going she [i]needed[/i] to be present at the start of her shift. Whether it was to writhe under someone on an uncomfortable couch or to distribute some extra fine product - [i]and then still end up under someone on an uncomfortable couch[/i] - didn't matter. Calixta was a woman in the throes of excitement and that called for money. Just cause she could cause damage on a budget doesn't mean she would [i]want to[/i].

		[color=FF00C1][i]'At least have a lil something, something extra on the side for the after party~'[/i][/color]

When she finally broke through to the crowds bustling about the Square, she took it slow. If she can't make her scheduled time at the club, it would be easy pickings on any of the number of people just passing her by. Not without the constant one overs she was garnering. It only boosted her already inflated ego of herself. It wasn't hard to approach the patrons scattered around her and in fact with a swing of hips and a coy, teasing smile she was even able to isolate one, turning up the charisma she was blessed with. All the while she kept his attention, deft fingers slid into his front breast pocket, her other hand tracing circles on his chest. The poor bastard looked over the moon, shooting a giddy, schoolboy grin to his fellow co-workers before he was abruptly pushed away with a smile and a wink and Calixta was off once again.

It's not like she got much further from the man and his group when they shouted out at the loss of valuables before she was sprinting once more through the crowds, pushing citizens alike down and out of her way. Anything to get these losers off her trail. [color=FF00C1][i]'Just my luck that the cold prude would be the one to notice...'[/i][/color] Cali couldn't help but muse to herself with a laugh on her lips and a lil extra jump in her gait.

It all seemed to come crashing down around her, even though she managed to slip away from her pursuers, she wasn't outta the fires yet. The last thing she can remember before the nothingness took over was filtering through the same bundle of valuables she was able to obtain. Tossing a few useless pieces into the waste bins that littered the Square - though one wouldn't notice with the amounts of trash and other... [i]questionable substances[/i] that have taken up refuge on the grounds around her. She kept along on that train of thought as she even pointed out to herself, taking note of the trash in the middle of the bustling people, [color=FF00C1]"See, even in the midst of their cattle mindset and no one thinks to see the fuckin' duffel bag?"[/color]

Normal street urchin logic told her that if no one else was going to acknowledge the potential treat that was the contents of the bag, then they were at a loss. However, there was something nagging her in the back of her mind that was whirring around making her think twice about rushing to the loot. Though she heeded her internal mechanization, she wasn't quick enough to get outta there and was subsequently caught up in the explosion.

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	The time in which it took for Calixta to come too was only a few moments - at the very least. Though to her, being so trapped up in the twisted web of her mind, it felt like days, weeks even. So, when she was finally able to will her eyes to open she was able to catch sight of the destruction that lay around her. Her first instinctive reaction was to check her limbs. The last time she was caught in an explosion she was down quite a bit. Aside from the pain that resonated at a high level across her body, she wasn't missing anything this time. No. If anything, aside from the pain, she felt almost [i]complete[/i]. Rather, more pieced together in some way.

The first thing she actually took notice of when she came too wasn't anything sight related but the [i]smell[/i]. Calixta was no stranger to the smell of burning fuel used as an accelerant, or the feel of ashes raining from the sky and dancing on her eyelashes. She was especially not naive to the smell of burning skin to the point of inexplicable reconstruction. It was something that was her least favorite when it came to making things go boom. Probably because it reminded her of her own losses? Or the fact that it was just too fucking gross...

After taking in enough ash into her lungs to constitute herself as a living ashtray, she pushed herself up onto her shaking legs. Her stance was soon tilting back towards the nearest surface. Luckily, that wasn't the ground a but a nearby bodega stand; specializing in snacks, drinks and other curious nick-knacks. Cali waited, her vision blurring at the corners. It was in those few moments that she recounted on the visions - if that's what she could even call them - that she experienced after the explosion went off. [color=FF00C1]"Fuckin' [color=#FF0000]N[/color][color=#7FFF00]E[/color][color=#00FEFF]O[/color][color=#7F00FF]N[/color] fuckin' with me...fuckin' trippin' like crazy..." [/color] the groan that escaped her was dragged out in frustration once she was able to focus on her appearance in the shop's remaining window's glass. 

Makeup smeared across her face - most likely from her body being thrown like a rag doll during the shockwave. Accenting her features were splatters of blood that she wasn't entirely sure if it came from her or some other sucker. Somewhere behind her was a bright light, something akin to a fire starting back up. Only, it wasn't. And when she turned around she was able to see more of what the scene before truly looked like.

Of course, as she predicted, bodies littered the Square, which now suffered a substantial amount of collateral damage. Buildings, shops, little decorative nuances that the Square had placed around it's parameter - all was either completed decimated or crumbling in real time. It was surreal, but it was something that excited the young woman to no end. Her adrenaline was pulsing through her at an ungodly speed - only amplified by the drugs no doubt - but it seemed to spike at the sight of the cause of the flash of bright light. It was a man. He was on fire. Not only that, but there was gunfire sounding off of the rubble around her. It didn't take long for the ones wielding the weapons to take aim into the crowd of those getting up and charging, following after the human torch. And it was only a matter of time before they were crawling out from all their hiding holes on the edge of where Takari once stood.

She wanted to move, to run and gun - to do [i]something[/i] but they were already on her, and subsequently the others around her. Cali witnessed the double tap they put in place to the bodies still lying on the ground and she wondered what it would take to get out of their clutches. They swarmed her and wrestled her to the ground - with surprising difficulty thanks to a biometric leg. Three military serviced uniforms had to hold her, one on each arm, pinning her arms to the side with their knees, her face smashed into the ash and debris. They couldn't risk having her use her enhanced limbs on them. After successfully forcing her down there came the texture of a barrel to her head. Fear and paranoia and just a fury in her like one she hadn't felt before surged through her and when she heard the click of the trigger she expected it all to end then and there.

Another click and again the same outcome. She was still there. And they were getting more and more irate by the second. It was when the shooter decided to lose the gun and reach for another weapon that she had found her opening and ripped her left side out from under their confused and slacked hold, rolling to the discarded weapon and firing it at the three of them. Calixta had never once been a fan of guns simply because her smaller frame couldn't accommodate for the excessive recoil she experienced when it came to the rifles. Though, it was strange when she held and fired this weapon - a weapon that only moments ago failed to kill her, failed to work - worked perfectly for her. The recoil almost nonexistent. But there [i]was something[/i] that flowed through her and into the weapon to aid her. She couldn't discern what it was and she didn't fucking care in the slightest as to whether it was fluke or blessing or a goddamned curse.

		Calixta was alive - [i]for now[/i], and that's all she fuckin' cared about at that moment.

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