dezdimona Posted May 9, 2009 Share Posted May 9, 2009 looks toward the commotion,shrugs he rshoulders and rounds the corner, mushrooms begin to sprout from the spores Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Necromancer G Posted May 9, 2009 Author Share Posted May 9, 2009 Minato: I dont have time for this!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Necromancer G Posted May 9, 2009 Author Share Posted May 9, 2009 <jumps over gang> gang member: HOLY S#$% <runs around corner> Minato: Where did that woman go to? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dezdimona Posted May 9, 2009 Share Posted May 9, 2009 after rounding the corner,with a small spell the mushrooms and I enter a newly formed hole in a wall and step thru,the hole closing behind us Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Necromancer G Posted May 9, 2009 Author Share Posted May 9, 2009 Minato: She's gone....what came over me....why did I want to meet her so badly?...I better get out of here.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Necromancer G Posted May 10, 2009 Author Share Posted May 10, 2009 Minato: hold on a second.... <takes a whiff of air> Minato: She sure does have a great perfume Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dezdimona Posted May 10, 2009 Share Posted May 10, 2009 a hole in the wall appears, a voice can be heard,beckoning,calling your name... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Necromancer G Posted May 10, 2009 Author Share Posted May 10, 2009 Minato: .....that voice sounds so beautiful...so sweet <starts to walk into hole> Teacher: ....I wonder where Minato went to? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gabryal Posted May 10, 2009 Share Posted May 10, 2009 Gabryal slightly adjusts his position and flips the lens covers off the PSG-1 sighting in on the window, the night is cloudy not even the moon able to send it's reflected rays through the miasma in the sky above. Confident in his sighting, he checks his barometer, noting the ambient temperature and humidity before looking back into the window of the building across the street. He opens a pack of cigarettes and sets one to the right of the rifle and waits, a slow drizzle begins to fall, unnoticed by the black dressed man except enough to move his cigarette under the edge of the rifle to keep the majority of the moisture off it. He allows his mind to drift, was it five years now.. six perhaps.. Morocco.. so close, and yet he hadn't been able to finish it, he shouldn't be alive now, but strangely he was. He looked at the picture of the intended target tucked up against the bipod. And let's the memories fade as the light in the large plate class window in front of him turns on. He positions himself. The man was pudgy, short, fat and probably stupid Gabryal thought to himself. He could see the long red welt down his back and face as he pulled his shirt over his head. "A touch dramatic, that" he whispered into the night, he watched as two men, the type that screamed security checking the room for god knows what, after their failure the week before "god knows what" seemed a good reason for them to search the room, he knew four of their number were dead from that attempt, and thus why he had this job. He almost felt pity for them. He let them finish their work, they weren't the target, they were just the one's who would have to pay the price. As the last one closed the door he took aim and in a moment that should have been loud and dramatic, only the kick of the rifle against his shoulder and a small flash, followed by an almost inaudible tinkle of broken glass. He saw that the bald spot on the man's head was mostly gone and forced himself to wait the thirty seconds where movement would give him away, as he survey'd the scene. Then calmly he stood up, and disassembled the rifle sliding it into a duffle bag, and calmly walked down the stairs of the half constructed high rise, on the bottom floor he stuffed the duffle bag into one of the chemical waste drums that were to be sealed in the concrete on the morning, making sure to seal the lid tightly. Less than a minute later he was walking down the street away from the building smoking his slightly dampened cigarette and looking at the picture in his hand. He had no regrets, the money had been good, but he was an artist, and simply put artists don't kill artists. Especially not ones you have history with, to bad for the man who thought to get revenge against this woman. Doubt he could have known, still that's the risk you take when you hire a professional, walk into our shadow world and don't be surprised if you miss a step. He pulled his lighter and set the picture alight, watching it burn down to the tips of his leather gloves before letting the ashes be washed away by the rain. Taking a long drag he sighs softly, almost whistful as if it was an emotion he could still feel. "Until next time Dezdimona..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
UncleRoe Posted May 10, 2009 Share Posted May 10, 2009 Stunned by what had happened near his hiding spot,Roe slowly approaches the strange hole in the wall that the young woman and wierd looking man walked into. The hole gives off a blinding light and cannot be peered into for long.. averting his eyes,roe walks to the side of the hole and queitly whispers "Hello?... anyone there?"....no answer..Roe,now someone impatient speaks quickly and louder "Hello!?...um.. where is the restroom from here?.." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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