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Blood Of Legend
You know the scene. The rain was pouring like someone from above was salting the earth beneath. You know the rain - light like vapour, but yet a little stinging in its chill. I am not there - truly - but you feel me -truly -. He smiled and fixed the colar of his colarless jacket; black leather, expensive and taylored, just like his gloves. Ah, but something is missing. Where is his wifebeater? Nothing white underneath the unbuttoned article of clothing, just skin and muscle. How original. His hair whipped his eyes and forehead as he turned. They outnumbered him desperately. Haha. Ha-f@cking-ha. The roof of a skyscraper; not a very easy jump. A lightning quick draw later he is spinning and sending of bullets from whatever weapons he is holding. Like a tornado of death. Those who came too close tasted the barell, handel, or his powerfull kicks. Seems he favour a more controlled contact attac, retracting his feet and legs after hitting, rather then leting them follow trough. Old-school, confident. Finally he is out of bullets. Two enemys left. What to do, hero? Luckilly the men where both awestruck and frightened by his preformance, winning him a bit of time. A flash comes from nowhere and shines trough the shadows his hair casts over his eyes, letting the men know his eyes are black. Then he starts, his own brand of maic unleashed. The two handguns starts to spin as if engine driven in his hands. Slow at first, but soon their pace could probably cut trees. The hands holding the spinning obects starts to move as if he was one of those belly dancers, without the hipmovements, of course. One of the men panics and sends a cloud of bullets towards the hero.
Swing. Swi-f@cking-ing. Two men dead on a roof. It should have been the other way around. People send bullets from guns into bodies of other people, people don't send guns into baodies of other people - that's just wrong. The hero smirks and enjoys a new flash of light from nowhere. Beautiful; his lips and eyebrows. Deep; his cheeks and eyes. Leathal: his beeing. He smiled and looked up at the building. Of course she would live here. He hadn't tried, but he bet if he did he couldn't find a nicer place to stay then this. A slow tuck of his white tank top beneath the leather jacket and he was on his way. Nice elevators. Nice buttons, clean mirror and lovely scent of some artificial exotic. Rich people knew how to live. He even managed to cast a friendly smile at the man who had opened the door for him. He smoked though the signs begged him not to. They would survive, he trusted in his apparence to let them know he could come in anad out, but also that they shouldn't speak to him unless poken too. Penthouse - Ding. He dropped the cigarett and felt the anger leack out into his chest, stirr his calm a little and even ignite whatever he had managed to contain in his gaze. He knocked on her door though it should have been too thick for such a thing. She opened while shaking her head. She always looked so good when she did that. But he couldn't play the seducing game the way he usually did this time, no sweet words and no new promises. She had acctually been keeping out on him this time, wich more or less hurt his pride. He always thought he had her, all of her. The first slap was to get her out of balance, but he knew how to hit so she wouldn't bruise, maybe just bleed a little from those lushious lips. Then he'd kiss her as if he was still punishing her. Hard and deep - merciless. Oh, for f@cks sake, he just couldn't let it be short when she looked so frightened and weak. His fingers wrapped around her arm and he pulled her towards her shelf of of poison, grabbing the already opened wine bottle and pushing her against the wall. "You should have told me he was still alive. What? You think you were protecting me?" he whispered almost as if it was sweet words, his fingers digging into her cheek so her jaw would drop and he could pour wine into her. When both she and her dress had had enough he threw the bottle to the side and pulled her towards the couch. Damn, everything was so damn beautiful in this place. The furniture, herself. He never really cared for wine, but it sure tasted better on her. It really was a act of affection. Y-you're raping me again... she whispered as lovely as always, though her lips had already started to give, her body calming and moving in that confused rather then refusive way. "It's not rape as much as it is violent persuation, dunderlion." he answerd against her lips and breath of wine before he kissed her again, those petals of flesh finally opening for his tongue. She was just as carefull as always, as if she could break him, but his taunting and his almost reserved teasing got her started soon enough. Kiss. Touch. Kisskiss. Reveal. Touch. Intrution. Moan. Kisskisskiss. Scream. Kiss. Cigarett. They had always been compatible intimately. She had talked against the skin of his chest, and between their kisses, along with her complaints and curses about him not having comming back to her sooner. Oh, but he wasn't back. Atleast not for her. And when he had gotten everything he wanted from her was when he had noticed the rushed stepps outside, the mumbeling of her name as if people where looking for her. He had gotten his pants and jacket on. Notime for the tank top. Time to be the hero and lure them away. It had started, their hunt for him and his hunt for their leader. ooc:Well, this is a action thread. Think the usuall hollywood ripoff of the hong kong brand of action. Guns that never runs out of clips or amo, and heros that pretty much are faster then light. The story is that my hero has a beif with the highest boss, Im thinking he has a necklace of his dead brother or something (honestly, you know the story). Key words: action and PM. Yeah, this is a PM to join. Also I want it pretty dark. Alotta alleys and dirty bars.. Hope you like the idea, in truth, it just needed to vent after the three day crash, so yeah... join or not. I don't need villains but I would like some, and maybe someone to play the girl he's meeting, but I think Ill end up playing her myself if this ever leaves the ground. Lets go! |
“Where. Is. He?” The woman demanded, careful to annunciate each word clearly.
The man on his knees before her whimpered again. “Please.. I told you.. I don’t know!” His sobs echoed down the dark alley, but no one seemed to notice or care. She pressed the barrel of her gun against the back of his skull, pinning his forehead against the brick wall. Is it just me… or have I been here before? The woman sighed. She had been here before. At the end of an alley in the middle of the night, her knuckles sore and bloodied. A nameless man was knelt before her, shaking from either adrenaline and pain.. or the sheer fear of his own death. He had been a bouncer at the door, probably thinking that stopping her from entering was what had brought him to this precipice. But he had been doomed no matter what. And she had seen it in his eyes. He knew exactly who she was looking for. Years of this same monotonous occupation had left her with the innate ability to smell a lie… and kill a man twice her size with nothing but a bar stool and her hands. “Where!” She hissed, jamming her knee against his back. “Make this easy on yourself.. or I’ll make it worse.” Her dark voice responded in the chilled air. After a moment of mewling pleas he gave in. “A..Above the dance floor… the owners lounge..” He swallowed hard, opening his mouth once more to beg for his life when she pulled the trigger. The silencer muffled the sound, turning it to a pop and then a cold thud as his blood splattered the bricks and his corpse slid against the wall. She had turned away almost immediately and darting back toward the door. Once inside she was met with a flood of music and voices; bodies crushed together in a flow of groaping and so called dancing. The scent of liquor and smoke filtered through the sweat and perfume. Neon lights erratically grazed the swaying crowd of the club. She slipped through the bodies like a phantom, making her way to the cluttered stairs that rounded the wall. Her gun was still held in her right hand, her long black sleeves shrouding the weapon only slightly. The ends of her black pants scrapped along the metal floor over the ends of her shoes; the sheer layered skirt she wore over it whisking around her knees. The wardrobe of blacks was drastically contrasted by the ivory color of her skin and the pale blond of her long straight hair. When she paused before the red door at the end of the hall a large guard smiled lecherously down at her, his arms crossed over her chest. She was a little shorter than average and almost beautiful at first glance. The beauty always wore off when they saw the death that lingered around her. No, she was hideous.. but the kind of hideous that entranced and poisoned the mind. She had barely turned her icy blue eyes up to him when she brought up the gun once more. Thud. His body hit the wall, a stunned look on his face as she unloaded five bullets into his chest before kicking down the door. After that it was a haze in the back of her mind. It was all so automatic, more like a memory than an action of the present. Her left hand had snuck behind herself to pull out her other gun. Her arms straightened in front of her. The door swinging shut behind her with a click. Four men in suits and two woman in less than bikini’s turned with wide eyes at the woman. And then it started. The shower of bullets. The spray of blood and falling bodies. The woman screamed but eventually fell as well. When all was done she found herself laying sideways in one of the large chairs, her guns laid on the glass table as she soaking in the silence. With her right hand she brought the cigarette to her mouth, inhaling before letting the smooth smoke roll over the curve of her red lips. A wet wheezing caused her eyes to shift leisurely to the man half falling off the couch. His front was stained in blood, more life frothing from his mouth as he coughed. He was pale with the onset of death. “That had to have been what… only five minutes?” She muttered, as if talking to an old friend. “No.. not even. More like three.” She nodded and brought the cigarette to her lips again. “Who..” He cringed and trembled as he tried to speak. “Who are you?” The woman grinned vaguely to herself and eyed him again. “You don’t know?” Her voice pitched with cheer. “I am Vengeance. And you wouldn’t believe what I was paid for your life…” She smirked. “I don’t know what you did…but it must have been bad.” He fisted his hands in the couch and tried to pull himself upward, his eyes wide as his world no doubt darkened. “You.. you’re a murderer.. You’ll burn. They’ll come for you.” She groaned and rose to her feet. They always got cocky when they neared an inescapable death. “Yes. I’m sure they will.” She bent over to pick up her guns and spun the silencers off. Always hated the damn things. They dropped on the carpeted floor before she tucked the pistols behind her back, beneath her shirt. “But then again..” She flashed him a cool smile. “They probably pay my bills too.” Within moments she was gone, vanishing the same eerie way she appeared. Her footsteps fell softly on the sidewalk, her breath forming wispy clouds in the air. Her mind wandered freely, her conscience clear of any remorse or guilt. She considered stopping somewhere and buying a coat.. then again she never liked breaking one in. With that she began toward the row of pubs downtown. I’m sure I’ll find something.. Her mind stilled although her pace continued, her expression turning grim. “You shouldn’t stalk predators… it’s not good for your health.” The man quickened his silent steps to stride beside her, grinning happily to himself. “It’s been too long.” “Not long enough.” She spat irritably. “If your boss sent you after me.. you can tell him to ***** himself.” The man’s smile vanished. “He’s all our boss, you’ll do good to learn that.” She scoffed. “He doesn’t pay me. He’s not my boss.” “You walk his streets and continue to breath.” He sighed. “He has a job for you.” “No.” She bit out. What fool could have crossed him so sorely… The boss doesn’t mess with me and I don’t take the bounties on him. With a growl the man held and envelope out for her. “Take it.” He ordered darkly. “Find the bastard and kill him. It’s only one guy and his bitch.” She looked at it but didn’t move. He groaned. “If you don’t take it, the boss says he’ll send every man he has down on you. He says it’s time you learn how to be loyal… otherwise he’ll do to you what he did to your brother.” She gritted her teeth, her arms twitching with the need to gut him right there on the sidewalk. But the image of a teenage boy with broken arms and broken legs pinned to the bedroom wall forced her hand to snatch the letter, tucking it in one of the unseen pockets of her skirt. “I’ll think about it.” She said flatly. “I have a schedule.” |
He sat in her car now. They should not have known about his existance, sience he had faked his own death back then, falling of that building and all. Supposedly hanging around in the same places and speaking to the same people would get you exposed sooner or later. He had always tried to teach himself to care about the details, about the little things that made good perfect. But like always he found something more intressting. He wasn't a scienticst examining the rocks astronauts brought home from other planets - he was the astronaut. She was quiet and concentrated on the road. It was quite apparent now, she usually had chauffeur. Her hair was damb from when she had ran out on the roof to see if he was alright, though she probably should have checked the others for the same thing instead. They had just gotten him wet in the rain, that was all. A hand lay on her lap, although his gaze was directed out the window of his side, the other hand supporting his chin. He must have looked thoughtfull, but truly he was just recharging his batterys. It had not been that hard a battle, the guns had done most of his work. But beeing of a clear mind always helped, and he did not know when they where to strike again.
She smiled at the hand, omentarilly looking down at it. She knew it must have been subconcious, but it soothed her that he was comforteble enough to touch her like this. Or maybe he was just beeing assumtious and arrogant. Eighter way, it would be the Delec she knew. Suddently the hand came up her stomach and yanked her seatbelt. Though starteled, she didn't look at it. He smiled to himself though he didn't turn to look at her. It was a good enough seatbelt. Aslong as she sat the way she did, like a newly trained driver, and she didn't drive faster, they pretty much be able to hit anything moving without dieing on the spot. He let the hand holding his chin sneak underneath the jacket to the larger automatic gun he had stolen from one of those who had attacted him earlyer. It was only fair they provided him with new firepower when they had concumed his old one. With one fluid motion his hand came from off her belt to grabb the parkingstick, and pull it. "Baware of your neck!" he called just before the black veichle tore from its lane and cut them off with no intention of sparing itself. And as they spun in the air he knew she would make it. Time for outerwordly speed. His hand got the lock to his belt open and crashed it against his window before even the first revalation of the car had been completed, leaving him just enough time to jump out it, despite the seeimingly still rain of glass that showered him as he did. He jumped faster then a car spun, faster then glass fell. It was all neccesary. One last stomp on the car door once outside and he was heled by the movements of the car to cast himself up so that he may fall down to the road and roll to lessen and soon kill his momentum foward. His uzi was already pointing to the man infront of him, having miracuoisly take himself out of his own car already aswell, although Delecs faces was still peering at the ground, one knee still on the wet asfalt. Slowly he turned his visage to take in the dark form infront of him. A coat; how theatricall. The first shot was sent by the opposer, forcing Delec to roll again, this time letting the uzi complete its orbit before his body did. As his own patter of bullets where heared, he felt safer, knowing well they were aimed right at the enemy - he would eighter have to move or die. According to the nothing he found when he himself stood upstraight again, the other one had choosen the first alternative. He had not chance but to start moving fast. A single bullet was sent from the spraying gun towards the bared tank of the flipped overcar that had sent her car of the road entirely. The explotion lit up the dark and rainy surroundings and Delec was able to make out a shadow close to him. Too late to fire of a shot, but not too late to fix his eyes on him and not let go. The man missed, starteled by the sudden explotion, Delecs evasive manouver became a offensive one instead, granting a ray of bullets towards the opponent. He ducked well. Pitty. The uzi was empty and so was whatever handgun the other man used, sience he threw it away. It was clare for both parts Delec indeed was out of fire in the current mag, but he still held his weapn steady in his hand. The other seemed to pull something ot of the coat. There it was, what must have been his forte - knives. They both started running towards echother, a slient roar emitting fromn both of their attitudes. Oh, but this fighter would not let Delec close. A duel attac from the enemys lower right towards Delecs head became a twin slash downward as soon Delec had stopped and diverted it with his empty gun. Then followed a tornado of warrious slashes, getting the assasin close enough to try a fullfrontall stabb to Delecs gut. A click was sounded into the night and then there was the silhouette of a man with a fully outstreched arm, and another man huncing around that arm. Had he gotten Delec? His uzi arm was still pressed to the other knife, trying to keep atleast that blade away. But what with Delecs other hand, the last one in dark? There, between the bodies of the two gladiators, he had managed to get the empty magazine of the uzi between himself and the knife. The enemy had cut nothing but steel. Delec used the fact that he had managed to gather himself faster and brought his gun back to hit over the temple of the man, getting him out of balance and his head of of place so that he could punch the mag trough his throat and then jump back. The gugerling sounds and the sound of the knives hitting road just as cold as the steel they were made of. Delec sighed and fell to his knees, resting for a while before getting up and hurring to the turned over car he had arrived in. She was soaked and pissed, but very much alive. Apart from a couple of bruises, she was fine, and managed to hitch them a ride soon after. Delec watched out the window in this car aswell, recharging for what my come next. It would all be easyer if he could hide her somewhere. |
If she knew anything. It was how to chase away shadows.
The woman wrapped her fingers around the shot glass and brought it to her lips, with a sigh she tipped it and let the vodka roll down the back of her throat. The familiar burn made it’s way down her neck as she turned the short glass over and placed it on the pyramid building up on the table in front of her. Three more filled glasses sat patiently to the right. This was her second favorite way or making the memories melt away; shot glass towers in seedy bars followed by a long drive home with a led foot. Coincidentally her most favorite way, above drinking and driving, was the shotgun method. She raised another glass as if toasting the idea of the shotgun method. She had come up with it shortly after her brothers demise. Her employers had a habit of inviting her to their gatherings.. and one day she had decided to go, shotgun in hand. It was basic mayhem and slaughter, setting an entire penthouse on fire in her wake, which had burnt away several floors of the building before it was put out. Some assassins felt tainted by the blood they shed, haunted by the lives they took. Rii had seen these lives, cherished them in the short years of her childhood and then realized; they weren’t alive at all. They were weak and in turn, preyed on those better than themselves. The woman who called herself Vengeance held no pity for them and no sorrow for their loss. She was apart of the circle, a predator for predators. Rii rolled her eyes and threw back another shot. Their blood cleansed her own taint. Left her better than she was before simply because they were gone and she was not. Her pale eyes shifted down toward the unopened envelope. It was odd for an assassin to be so upset about a kill… but it was being forced on her, which made it unwelcome. Someone the boss wanted dead this badly was someone she could gladly let live. If he had bothered to come to her, threaten her, than this man… this envelope, was a threat to the boss. The woman cringed at the thought of keeping the boss alive. When she reached for her next glass someone leaned over the table to tower over her, a shadow making her blink a few times. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough girl?” A young man said in a fluid voice. She leaned back in her chair and looked up at him through narrow, hazy eyes. He looked a little older than herself, maybe in his late twenties. With a lopsided smile she raised her glass to him. “Helping the economy… one glass at a time.” Rii muttered with an annoyed smirk before lifting the last glass to her lips and tipping it back. He grinned almost cruelly. “Fine by me… the more drunk you are.. the easier it will be to get you outside.” Rii narrowed her icy blue eyes and parted her lips to say something cold, a warning perhaps. But before she could speak she noticed his jacket. It was a very nice, black trench style coat made of some kind of thick nit, with shaggy lining around the collar to frame his pale neck. It was a bit fem for a man, but he pulled it off well. She smirked again. “I like your coat.” She purred, a dangerous look canvassing her features. He grinned back, still thinking he was the aggressor and held his hand out to her. “Come along, love.” With a grin of her own she tucked the envelope in one of her pockets and took his hand; letting him pull her from her chair, his arm almost immediately snaking around her waist to hold her against his side as he headed toward the door. Rii leaned against him, letting her feet drag a little. It was a very nice coat. As he half carried her down the dark streets, Rii was thinking carefully about how to go about this. They were moving farther from the main roads and down a back alley. She grunted as he slammed her back against a concrete wall, the press of his own body pinning her there as he groped her. He’s too tall to snap his neck without getting him on his knees first…. She hissed again as he started kissing her neck, her guns pressed so tightly against her lower back they would leave bruises. I couldn’t shoot him anyway… it’ll get blood on the coat. Rii frowned and turned her head to the side, watching him from the corner of her eye. Even hitting him ran the risk of a bloodstain. No…just wait. Her hand flexed into a fist when she heard fabric rip. He was trying to get her skirt out of the way so he could get access to her pants. ‘Wait.’ Her hands relaxed at her sides. The man smirked to himself and leaned against her more as he peeled off his coat. As soon as he tossed it onto the nearby crates she moved. Faster than he could see she had snatched a dagger from her thigh, beneath her skirt and jabbed it into his side twice. He gasped in pain as he stumbled back, eyes wide with… what? Fear? Rii grinned. “I thought you were a predator?” She laughed cruelly and moved forward. “Get away from me, bitch!” He shouted, trying to get to his feet, his hands cupping his bleeding side. His lips were already drained of color. Rii smiled cheerfully. “You say that now… But two seconds ago you were feeling far different.” He shuffled back on his knees, into the corner. “Fine.. I’m sorry… You can go.. I’ll leave you alone.” The woman laughed with true amusement. “People are so self centered…” She sighed. “This has nothing to do with you… you were just in the wrong place, at the wrong time, wearing the wrong coat.” Her red lips curled into a sweet smile before she jabbed the dagger upward, the short blade sliding through the soft flesh beneath his jaw and back into his throat. Her grin faded into boredom in the split second it took for her to twist the blade and jerk it back. After cleaning the dagger on his white shirt she straightened and returned the weapon to her thigh. The coat fit almost perfectly, except for being a few inches too long. Rii nodded in acceptance and began down the street once more, this time headed toward the parking garage. She shook her head to clear her the slight blurring of her vision. Idiot. The woman thought placidly, shifting her new coat around herself. But good taste. |
He did try his best to stay quiet, and let Anne do all the talking. After all, beeing nice to people was what she did, that was why she knew so much in the first place. But the man behind the wheel was far too friendly back. Just his luck. He could have ended up with all kinds of @ssholes, but it just had to be the horny type, didn't it? She tried to change the conversation and be silent whenever he made a crude eough comment, but Delec could clearly see it was just a matter of minutes before the touching would start. This bastard didn't care he was in the car, and although he did not concider himself hers, he sure as hell thought of her as his, atleast whenever he was present. Heck, not even the ones she worked for had gotten a taste, why should this digusting driver? Delec looked around and sighed - nothing dangerous enough to threaten him with. At this point there would probably just be tools for killing, and not obious weapons for this kind of fool. He could easilly strangle the driver with his own belt, but that would be good for another carcrash and nothing more, so he improvized, and took out the empty mag that still had the cut from his previous encounter and threw it in the lap of the man, from his place in the backseat. After this Delec met the mans eyes in the mirror, smirking viciously behind his scattered bangs of black hair.
"She's not fair game, brother. Atleast not yet. Maybe you'll take her to a bar, eh? Yeah..." Delec let a few moments of silence sink into the tensed atmosphere "...a few drinks and it'll be all different." The driver squeesed the wheel he was holding and noded, and Anne could already make out sweat on the forehead. She smiled to herself and leaned back in her seat. If anyone could give anyone a scare, Delec could. It would have been much nicer and safer to ride in the back with him, but she knew her wet clothes, despite the coat she had on, had drawn the mans attention, and sience it wasn't very likely another equally dumb driver would pass by anytime soon, she thought she might aswell contribute to the mission. Atleast now he shut up. A bar thought? Why would Delec need to go to a bar? She glanced back at him over the back of her seat, and he was just as distant as he had been before, his palm supporting his chin as he stared out the road. She wanted to kiss those cheekbones, wanted suck that chin, but knew trying would probably lessen her chances. She'd be his roadbuddy and nothing more untill this all had cleared. Funny, really. She had taken this jobb because she had been chosen by them. They thought she was pretty when they scimmered through the ctalauge her agency had. They had their fingers in just about anything that could alter money, so that didn't surprise her much. And ever sience she had obeyed and gotten payed, simply because she was fond of her own skin. But with Delec it was different. She felt safe whenever he was around, not because he would protect her, because smoewhere she doubted he would go trough too great a length to do so, but because she knew he would always come out alive. It amazedher how safe that thought made her feel. He had been like those svrubbs that takes over womens life, even though they're mean and abuseive, only Delec wasn't like this because he was weak, he was like this because he was strong. He didn't prey on women like herself, they where simply caught in his turbulence, and destiened to hold on to the thought of him once he was gone. Eventually the man got of the big road and turned. The houses weren't that fance. Damn well figures he'd take them to a seedy place. Oh, well, it was what he needed. Around here everyone knew about the man he was seeking. He pose as a hotshot fighter looking for a job, everyone knew someone who brought a good man was a good man, and good men were rewarded. Delec leaned over between the two front seats and slapped the man cruely, almost as if it had been a gesture of gratitude. His lips even twitched once, something that probably was meant as a smile. "You did good." was all he said before nodding to Anne who opened her door and got out. A few seconds later Delec had gotten out aswell, the car shooting of back into the night. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him so fast she yelped in surprise. "And you did good aswell. You watched your neck, and now you won't have whiplash, dear." he said before kissing her temple and letting go. In all, he seamed rather cheerfull, atleast for beeing Delec, and he turned as he looked at her, walking backwards towards the bar. She was so bewildered by the scene, it took her a while to realize he was happy about the fact that he could fianlly start moving on his plan to meet the man he had been trying to get to ever sience she had known him. Anne didn't even notice the woman who cut Delecs way. Delec, beeing who he was, had whiped around and brought out his fingers to press against the coated ladys throat, raising his other hand so it would be ready to strike. Alcohol. He had already guessed. But he still held on to her, alhtough it wasn't tight. "Nice coat, sweetheart. Take it wasy with the shots next time, eh?" |
I either need to drink less... or park closer. Rii thought lightly as she made her way around yet another corner, brushing past a young man. She had only just caught the scents of sweat, blood and gunfire when she found herself being touched. Fingertips against her throat and a voice ringing in her ears.
Her red lips curled into a beautiful smile as she leaned her head back, exposing her smooth neck. Her frosty blue eyes glistened up at the moonlight sky. “Nice night for gunfights and murder, isn’t it?” The woman said softly, knowing her voice would carry to no other but him. He had good reflexes and had obviously managed to survive this long with his rash behavior. She hadn’t moved or motioned to draw or signal a weapon. In fact, her calm never faltered, fear never inching toward her being. Unlike most, Rii was not easily provoked. In fact.. if you weren’t scheduled for an execution that day she was usually more than happy to let you pass. Her ivory face turned to the side to look back at him. “And thank you...” She grinned wide, her eyes only slightly hazed with the effects of her liquor.. otherwise she managed to maintain her composure. The woman shrugged her shoulders to shift her coat. “It is rather nice..” |
Where the hell was he? Spencer's courior should be here by now. He knew Harry, and he wasn't usually late, though he was a pompous ass.
The glass was raised to his lips, a drink taken, whiskey running down his throat. That was good. He closed his eyes, setting the glass back on the counter. It was nearing midnight, dark outside, though in this city, it always seemed dark. Sitting in a bar, The Laughing Clam or some nonsense name, Brock was waiting for a package. The atmosphere was smokey and dark, the orange lights tinting everything. Center stage, a woman in a sequined red cocktail dress was singing her time away, accompanied by a bass and piano. Most of the tables were occupied, mostly by happy couples enjoying a relaxing night out, listening to some easy jazz. The VIP rooms were all empty, it was a slow night. Why Harry, who happened to be running an hour late, had picked this place, was beyond him, and he didn't really care. He looked at his watch. 12:37. God... Slowly he stood, adjusting the collar of his long, black overcoat, and made his way towards the door. Outside he stood a moment, taking in the brisk, smokeless air. He reached into his pocket, retrieving a cigarette, which he placed between his chapped lips. his other hand produced a silver lighter from an adjacent pocket, which was flipped open and ignited, lighting the cigarette in his mouth. A long exhale of smoke, and he began walking, his large combat-style boots keeping his movements relatively silent. A cool breeze blew by as he ran a large, calloused hand through his short hair. Without much thought of where, he turned the corner onto a street lined with bars and nightclubs. Maybe the jackass got lost. Or maybe, he was trying to score. Either way, the man had something that belonged to him, and he was intent on getting it back. Step by step he walked, flickering street lamps casting dancing shadows across the cold pavement. Nightclub after nightclub he passed, before stopping in front of The Black Cat Nightclub. He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly before pushing open the door and stepping inside. Gradually he cased the joint. Similar to The Clam, it had the same arid, smokey taste, as well as the dull orange hue. He remembered hearing about the place from Spencer, or one of the people at the meeting. Seemed a good place to start. He took a seat at a nearby barstool and raised his hand complacently. "Whiskey." A glass was set in front of him. Lazily he raised the drink to his lips and took a sip, when the conversation of the two men next to him caught his attention. "Can you believe it? Dead, and no one's even called the cops." "Well, you didn't either, so don't you start up." "Just sayin', never seen anything like around this place." "You're kidding, Eddie got stabbed in that same alley just last week." "Oh yeah... But still, I..." He didn't bother listening to the rest. Tossing some wadded cash onto the counter, he once again stood, adjusted his coat, and made his way to the exit. Back on the outside, he strolled back behind the building, and there, sure enough, was Harry's dead body. The worst part, he was missing his coat, and it's contents. Brock turned back towards the street and was greeted by a friendly sight. A small gang had congealed at the exit. Four men: two with bats, one with a switchblade and another with a snub .38. "Yo man. The wallet now, and nobody get's hurt." Brock stood there a moment, staring the man straight in the eyes. Calmly, he started walking towards them. "Man! Don't be stupid! I can use this thing!" He kept walking. "Hey! Are you listening to me man?! Get back and drop the wallet!" His voice was shaky, his companions looking at each other nervously as the leader cocked the pistol. Brock was close to a foot away. Then he made his move. A quick movement sent his right hand into the man's stomach as his left struck his outstretched arm, forcing the gun to fire into the side of the bar. He ducked as both bat-wielding thugs took a swing, one connecting with his upper back as the other nailed their boss in the face. A giant uppercut connected with the assaulter's chin, knocking him back to the wall. The other, who had hesitated, took another swing. The bat was caught and ripped away, as a huge left hook connected with his cheek. He went down as his partner regained his senses, charging at him. Brock sidestepped dexterously, plunging a knee into the man's gut before bring both fists down onto his head like a massive sledge hammer. Picking up a bat, Brock looked at the man with the knife, who up until that point had stood with his mouth open. They stood there a moment, the man's eyes flashing through terror and fear. Suddenly he let out a scream and ran, knife out, at Brock. Swinging the bat downward, he smashed it onto the mans arm, with a bone shattering crack, before taking another level swing, connecting with the unfortunate man's face, blood splattering the ground as he fell. The bat fell to the concrete as Brock gingerly brushed himself off, fixed his coat, and walked off, stepping on the fallen gunmans groin an his way. A crunch and a scream. He showed no emotion as he continued down the street. Whoever took Harry's coat and his package was still around somewhere, and he was going to find that person. |
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She was unbothered by his behaviour. Well, that could eighter mean she was ok, wich mean he could let go of her and forgett her, or that she would indeed have some infromation for him. However, he could whatver it was he had been planning from this distance anyway, so he lowered the readyed striking hand and let go of her with the one around her neck. Besides, he prided himself higher then to lose against anyone who was drunk. Still though, he remained alert as always. The corner of his lips twitched again, the same attempt at a smile before the casuall mask took his face anew, leaving his dark eyes the only thig for her to read his emtions from. Right now they said intressted, but not quite enough. Though the impulse did surge in him, he didn't put his hands into his pocets, nomatter how safe he started to feel, beeing able to almost taste her breath of the toxic something she had been downing. He looked her up and down, eyebrows raising descretely before he met her eyes again, parting his lips to speak. She could know what he was looking for, but he could not give away how hard he was looking. and had been looking. Hopefully her swaying state would leaver her unable to fully grasp whatever her answer would be.
"Every night is a good night for those things." he replied and let his hand reach out and take a bit of the shoulder of her coat between his indexfinger and the thumb, adjusting the article a little, more like a gesture of arrogant benevolence then anything else, a little teasing hint "So, how would someone wearing such a fine coat know about what I do? You wouldn't happen to be invovled with things like that, would you? Jobbs' has been hard to get by lately, and the officiall bountys has been sheap." Anne had seen them get familliar. Damn that man. Why did he do this infront of her? Surely there was some agenda to it, sure there was probably some relevance to his actions and his obious flirting, although she couldn't hear his words, but atleast he could have waited! He knew how she felt, as if her putting up with all of this was not enough, she had probably told him once or twice. The woman had not been affraid, wich probably meant she was too drunk or a bullet dodging freak like him and the rest of the people she had been around during her work. This sucked. He sucked. He ha always wanted the head of the boss so much he could taste it, heck, Anne herself could have sworn she could have tasted it when they kissed, and banging this girl would probably not be anywhere near the border he had for things he still wouldn't do, if there was one atall. This sucked. He sucked. Ah, but she had to take it easy. Nothing to tear up a guys game more then a angry woman deffending him... atleast not in this situation. He tilted his head and patted the shoulder he had adjusted and dropped his hand to his side again, although it was ever ready to come up and do its jobb, should this drunk get any ideas. "Well?" |
She was coming to like this coat more and more with every moment that passed. Her vague smile curled a little more at the corners, her frosty eyes never shifting to look at the hand that touched her shoulder. No, her gaze remained with his, watching his eyes and grinning the slightest bit more at his attempted search.
He knew what he was doing and with his response she had no doubts he held a job much like her own. Rii had noticed the woman as well, the one lingering off to the side and fuming silently. If it’s her man, why does she do nothing? She scoffed inwardly. Fool. The woman licked her lips as if there had been no thought in the slow motion of her tongue over the red petals and leaned a little closer, almost touching her mouth to his. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you?” She tilted her head innocently, a look all to natural to her soft face. Her lips brushed over his lower one. “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” With that she turned away as though all interest had been lost, skillfully slipping out of his reach and walking casually toward the tavern, never even pausing to glance back at him. Rii grinned widely to herself as she entered the tavern, knowing he couldn’t see. You enjoyed that too much. A part of her mind cautioned. Ah, but what tiger does not take pleasure in the company of it’s own kind? She shifted her shoulders and wove through the people toward the bar. What could a few more drinks hurt? |
Her heart had sunk when she had seen her lean closer. Killing was nothing to Delec if he could get what he wanted, playing around with this woman wouldn't even make him blink. It had looked like a kiss from where she stood, it truly had, and even though she knew she was beeing selfish, she simply could not get herself to care. be it that she was his and he was not hers - the sight of him beeing with other women disturbed her, and the sight of him kissing them broke her heart just a little too much for her to like it. But for him she swallowed, for him she restrained her self although she really felt it wasn't right, not to herself, not to anyone atall. Eventually the woman left, but her way of walkig, her way of leaving, didn't indicate he shouldn't follow. They had not parted on bad terms atall. She walked over to Delec and embraced him from behind, notmatter how unappropriate he might find. She placed her chin on his shoulder and pretended to look to the direction the woman had just wanished in. A little sigh came from her lips when the solid comfort of his back was against her body. Anne had been with him so far hadn't she? It would all be a waste if she stopped now, atleast for her.
"What did she say, Delec? Did she help you?" she asked rather casually, well, as casually as anyone might after having done what she had Delec though about it. Had she helped? Atleast he knew she was a top-player, that much had been given by her way of answering. But that fact could be bad news or good news alike. She felt too roughed to be a assasin, though, not the typicall seductive bride he'd usually meet, perhaps more of a bounty hunter or freelancer like himself. He tilted his head to Annes' as her chin was on his shoulder still, his eyes empty with thought, an expression not to uncommon on his face. At times it made him look intense, depending on how widely open his eyes was. It shouldn't be any problems, someone in there probably had a gun. If he was fast enough he could probably get himself armed up before he talked to her again. Deal. Done. He put his hands to the arms she had wrapped around him, bending them from his form to hold her right hand, stepping towards the tavern the woman had walked into. He smiled to himself, this was his scene after all. He could always take on anyone with a gun, but those were usually by-the-book fighters once they lost their piece, in here though, one could find really skilled fighters, raised on belts and ****ty circumstances. Dangerous forrests always did make the best wolfs. If she wouldn't talk he could somply ask someone else here, it seemed to be the right bunch. "Come here, Anne, Ill buy you a drink, its about time you and I had a real date." The dark voice never gave away if what he was saying was a joke or grave serious, but she knew he had to be making fun of her, he never said something like that and mean it, not when she liked the sound of it so much. She followed simply because she had the entire time, knowing her refuesall wouldn't be accepted. Well in there, though, she could sense no surprises. There was the smoky smell she could have sworn would make her sick if she'd have to be there more then five minutes, there was the getting used to it in one. There was the man looking clean enough, there was the scent of sweat as they breezed by him. Delec acted less gracious then he would usually, his exact movements a bit swaying, just like she imagined he'd be like if he was ever drunk. once they had reached the middle of the room the spun her, holding her hand as he was, and held her to him. It was a pleasant surprise to start with, and then she realized he was just trying to tuck a gun down the back of her pants without anyone noticing. She felt the wapon against her back as they continued moving, but tried to look as normal as possible. So he had been picking pockets, huh? Typicall. There she was. He smiled and let go of Anne, stepping the few last feet that was between him and the 'book' as she had reffered to herself as. He leaned over her shoulder, easilly done sience she was sipping drinks again, and shorter then him. Anyone looking would think he was trying to get laid. Oh, but Delec was always out for more. "People like uss always want something for the trouble, somethig to make our lifes better in exchange for our services. Thats why we do what we do." he whispered into her ear, pushing himself against her back so she'd feel the gun he was holding to her spine. "Know any way to get some dough?" |
She nursed her beer patiently. Really, she was drunk enough for a swerving drive home. The only reason she had meandered into this tavern was to see if he’d follow as she knew he would.
It wasn’t often one of their breed got to mingle with another of the same. More times than not they only really encountered one another when they were paid to be the executioner. Those were some of the most interesting jobs. It felt like cannibalism.. or at least.. what she had imagined cannibalism to feel like. It was the only time a kill was exhilarating; because for once there was the slightest possibility you might loose. A cruel smirk creased her lips when she saw his reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Although once in a blue moon you randomly bumped in to one of your own. He had entered with the woman from outside but abandoned her as soon as he was close enough. Thank god for low-riders. She snickered when she felt the barrel of a gun against her back. He wouldn’t feel her own pistols tucked into the back of her pants. Purring almost silently at the feel of a gun being held to her, Rii smiled at his reflection in the mirror. She took another swig of her beer and then set the cup down. “That’s why everybody does what they do.. to get something in return.” The woman licked her lips, there was no doubt he was a tiger like herself yet she had not intention of blatantly admitting it just yet. “If you are in need of money…There’s a strip joint down the street…” She smirked mischievously and winked. “Men only.. I’m sure you can find work over there.” |
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