(Others/Unnamed type of) OCs

All around

In New York
Location: Mary's Mansion.

Mary: *walks in her mansion* butler, any report?

Butler: business people asking for you to come back and do another opera show, businesses want you to be part of advertisement, and people want you to be at a show.

Mary: tell them I neglate their request.

Butler: will do, miss'm.

Mary: good now where is he?

Butler: he's at the guess room.

Mary: simple and straight away.

In the Guest Room.

Deject: *looking outside the window* New York, a place surrounded by walls.

Mary: hello Deject.

Deject: hell Mary *drinking tea* the sadness of looking New York at night with no moon today.

Mary: there will be a crescent moon tomorrow *yawns as he walks to Deject*

Butler: ! *Instantly falls asleep*

Deject: I'm still sad seeing New York surrounded, just to avoid whatever trouble is there outside.

Mary: the only way to leave the wall is either pay or show your legal ID, unless you're someone as big as a president or mayor.

Deject: *sighs* how about we check the wall up close?

Mary: sure

Later at the wall.

Deject: so gloomy around here, the wall looks all rusty as if it will fall anytime.

Mary: I'm afraid the wall project wasn't able to go as far as they expected.

Deject: I'm glad it didn't or else a catastrophe would have happened in new york.

Mary: indeed. It would scare everyone *touching the wall* so dusty.

Deject: I wonder how's the other states are doing.

Mary: part of Texas is "struggling" after transferring some policeman to other states.

Deject: figures, they got careless for themselves especially after the power accident in the winter.

Mary: they're planning bringing few policeman back.

Deject: despair...

Butler: lady'm, we should leave.

Mary: why's that?

Butler: the patrol people are coming. They probably think we're some intruders.

Mary: that's their fault for not having better lights around here. Come on, Deject, it's getting late anyways.

Deject: *nods* alright. I hope this wall falls one of these days. The poor nature of adventuring and traveling.

Meanwhile at Washington Police Statue

Glock: what?!

Barreled: y-yeah, the boss said I have to go back to Texas.

Glock: why just you?

Barreled: he said that he thinks being away from home is the cause of the problem on me having bad aim.

Glock: doesn't sound like a good excuse.

Barreled: he probably just saying that because he doesn't have a good reason.

Glock: so when are you leaving?

Barreled: the chief said I can leave anytime as long as I don't take over a month to leave.

Glock: that's good I guess.

Barreled: but I do wanna leave soon tho.

Glock: what?! Why?!

Barreled: honestly, I do wanna go back to our old home.

Glock: oh... you're lucky to go back. I wish I can go too.

Barreled: how about you talk to the chief about it? Maybe he'll let you.

Glock: I'll do, although the chance of him letting me is low.

Barreled: just think positive *yawns* well I'm gonna go sleep. Goodnight, brother *walks to his room*

Glock: goodnight, Barreled *sighs  as he thinks*

To be continue..?