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 Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 4:46 pm
((She's not, both people are on the base floor rolleyes ))
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 2:27 pm
|| Was that directed at my character? ||
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 6:44 pm
Looking so much like the girl already, she had no trouble getting into the building and up to the top floor. Knocking on his door she called out, "I'm back." He had to let her in, for the girl hadn't carried a key of any sort.
Sure enough, a moment later, the door was opened by one of the other hookers, smashed past anything, and probably wouldn't have noticed if December had been a redhead. December went inside, tossing the bag to one of the girls who disappeared into the bed with Anthony, and thinking about how to best do this.
She'd time it, so that everyone would be dead in the time it took the next girl to go check in with the charge and get back, therefore no one would suspect anything until she was long gone.
Having a while yet, she looked around to see what everyone was doing, nothing much really so she sank into a chair and watched, waiting. When the two in the bed had taken a break, and the other girl left, December stood. Bending her head a bit she spoke quickly to the drunk woman and smiled suggestively led her into the bathroom. A quick slit of her throat fixed that problem. Giggling as if they were having fun, she called in another girl to 'lend them a hand', and suffered a kick to the stomach before she slit that one's throat.
Two to go, and then she'd be alone with her target.
Thinking quickly she stumbled out of the bathroom pulling it closed shut and faking a disgruntled look. "Kicked me out the lousy bitches." She said, though no one seemed to listen. With that she turned her eyes on the remaining two girls, both of which were in conversation while Anthony slept.
Leaving the door open a few inches, she lured the girls into the other bedroom, claiming it was of great importance, not suspecting December herself, their weapons were aimed down at the other side of the bedroom, ready for a disturbance, and little use to them from December's backstabbing (though not literally) attacks. However, the girls weren't stupid, and there was a mild scuffle leaving December with a bloody lip, bruised hip, and bite marks, before the other two were dead.
Now for the deed.
She was a hitwoman. No morals.
And she didn't think twice about slitting his throat while he slept.
She waited till the other girl returned, meeting a similar fate, and then paused for the amount of time as per usual before another hooker left the pent house. Then she exited, no one would suspect a thing for at least five to ten minutes, enough time for her to get on the opposite roof, out of those clothes, and in her car.
Or so she could only hope.
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 7:00 pm
"My word you leave a mess..." The Wolf sighed, leaning in the doorframe. He'd long ago lost the make up and clothing, but it seemed he'd been a few minutes too late. "So much for secuirity... What will the cleaning lady think?" He chuckled softly, hands vanishing beneath the folds of his trenchcoat.
The secuirity had been awful, dispite what he'd pieced together on the subject. What he saw before him only assured his theories. "Why would a man more than financially capable of hiring professionals hire hookers?" The entire situation made the hair of the back of his neck rise, reeking of a trap. "Where was all of that money going?"
With an easy sigh, he twirled a pair of shades across his fingers as he drew the item from an inner pocket, sliding it across his eyes. "Oh well, it's your mess anyway... Hungry? I passed a nice little vendor on the way out here..." He breathed easilly, that dark smile returning to his lips. Wearing that grin, he looked as though he knew something direly critical to a situation, but amused himself by keeping it hidden. Then again, when he asked for a meeting, it didn't usually revolve around dating pleasantries. Pushing over a body with his heel, he drew out the woman's wallet.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 3:02 pm
Aura gazed around the hallway before a small sigh escaped her lips. She had just gotten to this damned organization and had already gotten herself lost. This place was like a ******** maze, no wonder no one ever tried to rob it or sneak in it. She had her hand on the hilt of her sword, a bad habit perhaps but you never knew what to expect in a place like this. She was supposed to go somewhere to meet someone and they had given her directions and yet she still found herself lost. She couldn't even find the elevator anymore which she had swore was still behind her.
"Jeez.. doesn't anyone come by this hallway?" she said as she ran a hand through her black hair frustratingly. She had probably been in here about 15 minutes and she hadn't seen one person walk by.
'Oh gosh I'm going to die here...' she thought as slid down the wall and sank to her knees.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 7:47 pm
With nothing left to him, Nikolai turned away and started exploring. He wasn't halted nor questioned so he continued without worries. Shortly thereafter, he came upon a woman, leaning against the wall and looking rather frantic. Not much for an assassin, he thought to himself. Then he knelt down in front of her. "Are you alright, Miss?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 9:20 pm
"She looked up at him, her gray-blue eyes widened, not really in fright or anything just in amazement that someone had actually found her here.
'Wait what the heck am I doing?' Aura thought as realization suddenly hit her, she was in an Assasins' Organization, herself training to be one and being raised on the streets and here she was sitting on the ground in front of probably a future partner in battle or some s**t like that. Quickly rising to her feet she smiled calmly,
"Yeah I'm fine just got lost for a second." She could already tell what he thought of her though just by the look on his face. He was looking at how small she was, cause he towered over her small 5'4 frame and she knew that to him she looked more like a petite little model or high school student than a trained killer.
'Probably thinks my sword's nothing more than a toy..' she thought a bit darkly but then mentally slapped herself. Here she was already judging him on how he was probably judging her. She smiled a bit,
"So where are you going? I think I might need to go there too...
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 9:41 pm
Nikolai merely watched her eyes as she examined him. So quick to a decision, she seemed. He nodded as she referred to getting lost. That was obvious. He circled her once out of curiosity and then stopped at her left side to draw the sword and examine it.
"Hm..." His gaze met hers. "And you use these, I take it? No need to answer. Rhetorical." He slipped it back into the sheath. "Not very... practical." He turned around and started walking, waving over his shoulder for her to follow. "Come, this way. First mission has already been taken, so no worries about being late." After they had covered a short distance, perhaps ten yards of the hallway, Nikolai spoke again. "What happens to be your name?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 11:06 pm
She watched him warily as he circled around, damn she wasn't some piece of meat. But still she couldn't blame him, she would of done the same thing if she had the chance. She let out a low growl of disapproval as he took her sword out of its sheath and studied it. He gave it back to her and muttered something about it not being practical. She resisted the temptation to flick him off and stick her tongue out at him and said in her most controlled voice,
"Although you think it may not be very practical this blade could cut your little guns in half." They started walking a few yards down before he asked her for her name.
"My name's Aura, Aura Rose Lee. And what would yours be?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 11:39 pm
"Nikolai McClellan," he replied. "And I would argue with your philosophy on weapons-handling if I saw there was any point, but there is not. If that's your choice, so be it. Everyone has their own style and preference and it isn't my place to say it is lesser than my own." He spun around and began walking backwards, occasionally glancing over his shoulder for other people and obstacles.
"In addition, the swords seem to be a rather fitting choice for you, objectively speaking. I'm sure everyone tells you how your looks betray the stereotype for this job; it's a fact. And I'm sure it's quite helpful at times, and a nuisance at others. That's a fact. Point of the matter is, I'm sure those looks can get you quite close to people, targets, and make the killing quick and easy, no?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 1:23 pm
The phone rings within the hotel. December warily picks it up, it is a call from HQ. She hears Clair's voice chime through the line with crystal. "Congradulations, on your accomplishment, your payment is at base, you need to clean up a bit, there is a small amount of blood in your last footprint. Oh yes, before I forget, use the scaffold to get down a few floors, I don't want to see you leave their and be seen. One more think, tell your competitor that he can redeem himself by killing the guards."
Clair hangs up the phone and looks angrily at the halls cameras. She pages the Aura's cellphone, leaving a message : 2 lefts, then go straight down the hall to the elevator... don't let it happen again.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 2:28 pm
She nodded as he spoke, it was true she also didn't think getting into an argument about their personal weapon choices would be very productive or have any point to it. She nodded again to his quick assessment on how her looks betrayed the stereotype for this kind of job. He was right of course.
"You are right alot of the time it makes it much easier to kill a person yet," a thoughtful expression graced her face,
"Sometimes it makes it harder because some people aren't so easily fooled by a pretty face." She felt her mind drift away for a few seconds as an old memory struggled to resurface but she angrily pushed it to the back of her mind. She'd rather not think about that.
"But I don't only use my sword. If need be I can also use a gun and-" her words were interuppted by the beeping of her cell phone. Scanning over the words of the message quickly she looked up at Nikolai with a confused expression in her eyes,
"I think I may be in trouble." As she said this she handed the phone over to him to allow him to read the message.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 2:42 pm
Nikolai nodded. Of course not everyone would overlook the pretty face. Nikolai was one of those people, but simply because he was so suspicious and eternally curious about the people around him. He already had backgrounds on all the people he shared his apartment floor with as well as the two floors up and the two below. Even the staff. But that wasn't something people needed to know. He blinked when the phone rang and then took it into his left palm when she held it out to him.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 6:54 pm
"Well, I can't say it's bin' fun, but let's do this again sometime." Matthew laughed, winking before he leaped through the plastic wall equipment into open space backwards, flipping around in the air to snag a piece of scaffolding with his right hand. Swinging a full three-sixty back into a crouch against the steel, he released his crouched legs, leaping out over the parking lot.
Plunging dowards through the air, silver hair flaring back in the cross breeze, the youth kept his arms and legs tucked firmly against his body, using his abdominal muscles to spin out of the way of loose scaffold ends. Mere feet away from the asphalt, he threw down a percussion bomb, stopping his body's dead drop instantly to land beside his motorbike.
Flourishing a 9mm pistol into his right hand, he raised the arm to run parallel to the ground, pointing directly to the front doors of the hotel. Loosing a few shots through the front doors, cries of agony were suddenly drowned out by the building's alarm. "Show-time..." He chuckled softly.
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