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Ambrose growls. "You are the shittiest person, Brom or not, that I've ever fucking met. I'm a genuinely nice person, but here you are,giving no shits that we're captured!" He turns on her, hands balled into fists. "You're a dumbass. There is no way in hell this is human trafficking! We are shifters! Don't you fucking get that?? Obviously these people are evil, but we're not being trafficked. So how about you stop talking about poor wittle Misha, and fucking think of a way out of here."

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Misha slammed her fist down on the cold metal of the bottom of the car. "Excuse me, princess, but you're the one feelin' sorry for yourself!" She pulled back and crossed her arms, glaring at him with fire in her eyes. "Right, right. I'm evil, they're evil, you're perfect and you ain't never done anything wrong."

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Ambrose scoffs. "Whatever." He then groans, forcing himself to his feet. He winces as his head hits the top of the trunk. He grumbles and crawls forward, before banging on the window separating them from the drivers. "Hey! I'm dying back here and some bitch is giving me a headache! Can I ride with the two of you?" He then shoots a venomous glare at Misha. "I don't have time to deal with shitty people."

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Misha opened her mouth and gestured to herself in abject exasperation. "Me? Shitty?" She spat at him. "Shittier than the assholes who just kidnapped us?" She closed her eyes and huffed. "I'm so glad you'd rather get human trafficked than talk to me. Really helps my self esteem."

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Ambrose opens his mouth to reply, but moans as they go over a bump. His head feels like it's splitting and he curls up into fetal position. "You Broms are evil." He squeezes his eyes shut. "I need ibuprofen or something." He whimpers. "Or for this fucking truck to stop so I can puke. I don't even know right now."

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She threw up her hands and collapsed against the tailgate. "Sorry! Can't help!" She put on a nasally voice. "Too busy being vile and nasty and evil." She stared at him with 2% pity, 98% salt. "I betcha wanna go home, now, huh? How do you think I feel?"

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Name of character: Liu Liwei (Liwei)
Your name (nickname), only if something other than your screen name: snorrel
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance:

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Personality: Liwei is a humble and friendly man, never filled with malicious intent but often overcome by his own sense of curiosity and morality. He is intelligent and quick to make decisions; however, he is also easily swayed but the voiced opinions of others. In this vein, he attempts to be a mediator between extreme opinions so he can weigh the options presented. He is not naturally inclined to violence, being more interested in scientific pursuits and understanding the world - and people - around him, but he can hold himself in a fight and will not hesitate to defend those he cares about.
Rank: GOON
Group: MAFIA
Animal: HUMAN
Weapon and Fighting style: Liwei uses a police baton in a pinch, but prefers to use defensive items rather than weapons.
Other: He's super hot and muscular.

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Reacting in a split second to his accusation, Misha scrambled towards him, fingers taut to emulate claws. "What's that s'posed to mean, asshole?" She narrowed her eyes to icy slits. "Sure, I'm the bad guy!"

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Misha shot a suspicious glance at Ambrose out of the corner of her eye. "So, this isn't some creepy Rabin human trafficking thing?" she hissed, venom dripping from her voice. She lowered to head in an attempt to hide from whoever was driving the truck.

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A steady rumbling on the floor below her roused Misha from a medicated unconsciousness. She first felt the rumble, then the soreness of her body pressed limply against the floor. She lifted her head and brushed her hair out of her face with a drowsy but wary hand. Where am I? Back in my parents' truck? She rubbed her eyes, face formed into a grimace. As the stars blinked out of her eyes, she realized where a start that this scene was entirely unfamiliar. She sat up quickly.

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Misha, a tiny human, collapsed before the second dart hit her. She weakly clenched her fists as she felt herself slip into a wave of blackness. Unconscious, she flopped to the ground with her face pressed into the autumn leaf litter that lined the forest floor.

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Misha stumbles through the brush behind Ambrose for a few meters before she feels the sharp sting of the tranquilizer bury itself in her upper arm. She slams her other hand onto her should, wrenching the dart(?) out of the skin with a loud hiss. She glances over at Ambrose, desperate to flee as she felt the sedative flowing through her veins. With a pang of determination, she took a breath in and began to shriek at the top of her lungs - hoping someone would hear her before she blacked out.

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Misha began on a snide comment but stopped abruptly when she heard a noise in the woods behind them. She locked eyes with Ambrose and nudged him, eyes darting in the direction of the sound. Well, now that I'm unarmed! she thought bitterly, sinking an exasperated acceptance that - if she had to - she would be weakly smacking at whatever attackers loomed with her weak baby fists. Babies don't fight well.