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#9  OOC: Okay, because posting has been a bit slow, I'm going to say you can post every one in three, cause otherwise we won't get anywhere. Scrub nervously lit another cigarette as he crouched on the tree trunk overlooking the river. He'd been able to persuade the old guy to pay someone to off the kid, but he still couldn't shake the feeling he'd forgotten something. A horrible, gargled scream echoed through the night from the trees. Okay. He covered his ears. It was done. It was finished. At last. As he balanced on his haunches over the river, Scrub's cigarette dropped out of his mouth. The mental image of a hefty woman in a black cloak swam to the front of his mind. Jesus. He had forgotten about Wanda. In his mind's eye, the large woman smiled at him truimphantly and began to laugh. The old guy came walking out of the forest towards him. Just in time. |
09-03-2007, 02:21 PM
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 | The Old man chuckled, as he too, had obviously heard the boy's screech. His eyes waddled over towards the mysterious looking male, who was now stamping the ash out of the fallen cigarette with his foot, his back laid comfortably against the door of his black car, the moon's gleam of light was still raining down upon anything which was outside of the woods. The old man halted, and began to speak. 'Eh heh, I've done it...you got the goods?' He asked with greedy, smug smile. The mysterious man nodded, and began to trace back to his trunk. There he slowly opened it up, and hid something into his right trouser pocket, carefully making sure the old man never saw his movement. In his left hand he carried a bag full of notes, see-through for the old man to gather as proof, that he was getting paid. The mysterious male approached closer to the old man, now sliding his right hand down his pocket... |
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09-03-2007, 10:10 PM
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 | As the assasin slid his hand out of his pocket revealing a kunai the most improbable thing happened. Three daggers soomed through the air. One drove itself into the assasins thigh. The other two stabbed into the trunk of a nearby tree. Everyone looked towards the direction of the daggers to see a young woman no older than 22 with dark raven colored hair and purple irises. "NOw now, you don't expect us not to be suspicious. Caution is a necessity in this business." She walks with the balance andpoise only a select few can muster. Her eyes are harsh and her face seems to be frozen in a scowl. The large man looks down upon the mystery man. "NOw where are the goods? Or should I let my partner here have her way with you?" |
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09-09-2007, 07:27 AM
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 | Intense waves of pain washed through Scrubs leg, and he let out a pitious sound halfway between a strangled grunt and a scream as he sank to one knee. The kunai dropped from his trembling fingers onto the cold dirt, but curiously managed to land point down and sink halfway to the hilt into the earth. "In the...car, under...the front seat." Scrub hoarsely muttered, each ragged breath making the wound seem to pulse with agony. "Haha...good boy!" cackled the old man, as Scrub drifted into unconciousnness. |
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09-09-2007, 12:25 PM
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| | The old man began to laugh. "Grab his keys," he said to the young woman "tie him up, and bring him back to the coile." He checked the goods. Everything was there, thank God. "Little help, sir?" called the young woman sarcastically, trying to heave Scrub into the back seat "God, he stinks of ciggarettes. I hate idiots who smoke." The older man helped her. "We need to get moving," he said, as she climbed into the passenger seat "Wanda can't know we've been here." "Ha! That fat bitch? Don't worry about her. She's too thick to even realise we've got these little babies." She indicated the underside of the drivers seat. OOC: I'm going to put a few lists in the first post for ease of reference. |
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09-09-2007, 12:40 PM
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| | Marco awoke to find a dagger still in his back. The pain seemed to resonate throughout his entire body. All I was supposed to do was get some material and bring it back. Why am I being murdered? An old woman that looked to be no more than 4 feet tall sauntered out from the trees. "Hmm looks like I'm right on time" She says as she throws back her silver hair and reveals a face only slightly wrinkled, her eyes are a burning amber and seem to radiate peace and warmth. Marco looked up at the lady and strained to stay concious. She placed ahand on his back, and pulled out the dagger. Tossing it aside she put her hand over the wound and said, "Recu" A white glow encased her hand and his wound. Soon all the damage was gone and Marco stood confused and afriad. "What the hell are you" He asks inching backwards? |
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09-09-2007, 06:24 PM
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