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| Midnight Delivery; The Sleepy Streets of Romania | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 2 2009, 10:35 PM (745 Views) | |
| Scales | May 2 2009, 10:35 PM Post #1 |
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The empty streets of Slobozla sat nestled under a cloudless sky speckled with stars that shone brightly against the inky blackness of the vast abyss. A soft humming off in the distance was the only sound that broke the serenity of the deserted streets. As the humming grew louder, one could tell that the humming was the whine from a motorcycle's engine. As the humming broke and lowered, the rider revved the engine twice while stopping at a red light. The rider looked neither left nor right while waiting for the light to change back to green. As the light turned to green, the back tire of the motorcycle spun and smoked as the rider dropped the clutch while twisting the grip back quite a ways. The rancid smell of burnt rubber and the lingering smoke were the only signs that life had passed through the sleeping city. Taking a sharp left, the bike barely slowed. Spraying gravel in a wide arch, the rider leaned the bike low, pulled the clutch, as well as hit the rear brake. Placing a booted foot upon the gravel, the rear end of the bike slid out and came to a graceful stop. Kicking the kick-stand down, the rider, in all matching gear, including backpack, turned the key off, stepped off the bike, and strode into what looked to be an abandoned warehouse. The small rider knocked three times on a heavy metal door and waited. After a few moments, the door cracked open and the rider made some gestures with his/her hands. After a few long, tense moments, the door swung open and the rider stepped into the black void beyond. About an hour later, the rider emerged from the building, mounted the immaculate motorcycle and rode off into the night. Several blocks away from the abandoned warehouse, the rider stopped for a moment, put a gloved hand to his/her helmet, nodded and peeled-out once more. Heading west, the rider stopped or slowed only for red lights and stop signs. 15 miles later, the rider pulled up to an immaculate house, which belonged to the richest, most notorious, alleged Don, in all of Romania. As the gates rolled smoothly away, the rider drove the bike slowly, carefully, up the paved driveway. Stopping at the front steps, the rider dismounted the bike and pocketed the key. Taking the steps two at a time, s/he was granted entrance into the house. Hours later, the rider emerged. Mounting the bike once more, the rider maneuvered the bike back onto the street. Heading north, the rider again stopped or slowed for naught but red lights and stop signs. Taking several turns and backtracking more than once, the rider ended up in the run down district just north of Slobozla. (Sorry it's short, I can't really provide any more discription until the character is interacted with. S/he is supposed to be mysterious.) Edited by Scales, May 3 2009, 05:15 AM.
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| Lawman | May 4 2009, 04:15 PM Post #2 |
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[Place: Slobozia, IalomiĊ£a County, Romania] [Time: Late night] Mai Tsurukage walked casually down the nearly deserted streets in the northern district of the Romanian city that is Slobozia. The Japanese esper was dressed in gray dress slacks and a black satin halter top, over which she wore a suit jacket that matched her pants, and an amber-tinted sunvisor in spite of it being night time. It wasn't exactly her kind of city, and if she were to spend her money to visit a place, she would have chosen somewhere more exciting. But Mai wasn't exactly here for sightseeing - she was given a name list by her boss, Marianne to seek out a group of Espers who lived in this city and were seen as potential Marauders material. After spending three days in Slobozia, Mai's job was done - although not exactly the way the boss had desired; out of the names on Marianne's list, only one Esper decided to join the Marauders. But he'll do just fine... Mai thought to herself as she held up her Blackberry Curve 8300, viewing the particulars of the Esper she had just recruited into the Marauders. As for the others... she knew that time is on her side - and that one day they will realize the truth Marianne's vision embodies. Either way, she had finished her part of the mission to spread the news of the Marauders, and was ready to return to her hotel room downtown, eager to get away from this seedy underside of the city. What have we here? She thought as a bike turned around a corner; although she had no idea who the rider of the bike was as he wore a helmet that concealed his face completely, with the visor being a mirrored surface that allows the wearer to see outside, but those around him are unable to see the face behind it. Mai whistled as she caught sight of the bike the person was riding on - a CBR 600RR from Honda - it just happened so that biking happened to be one of Mai's interests. "Nice bike," Mai commented as she walked past the biker, turning her head in his direction with a wry smile on the platinum-haired esper's face. |
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| Scales | May 5 2009, 05:31 PM Post #3 |
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As the rider pulled to a stop, s/he revved the engine twice. The engine revving was not for anything specific to do with the motorcycle or its running capabilities, it was something the rider simply did out of habit. The new 4-cylinder DOHC engine purred, as if it were a cat and the rider were scratching at the jaw-line. While the rider eagerly awaited the green lights re-emergence, his/her gloved hand continually caressed the clutch of the bike, almost absent-mindedly. A slight sound caught the riders attention. At first, the rider scanned the area with naught but hidden eyes. After a moment of seeing nothing and nobody, the rider looked left and slowly scanned the area until, looking to the right, the rider laid eyes on a platinum haired female. The rider sat/stood, shocked, for a moment. Why would such a beautiful female be out at this hour in a city like this? the rider was flabbergasted. With a quick, soft sigh, the rider closed hidden eyes. S/he knew s/he should not be rescuing anyone, let alone while on the job, but the female did not know that the rider was on a job, that there might be imminent danger where s/he was headed. but god damn, the s/he could not leave a female alone on the dark, dangerous streets of Slobozla, Romania. The rider, clad completely in all matching gear, hung his/her head, took a deep breath, and looked back up. S/he nodded almost imperceptibly to the platinum haired female in response to her statement. indeed, it was a nice bike, eleven thousand dollars of nice. Revving the engine, the rider gestured with his/her helmeted head for the female to hop aboard the back of the bike. The rider spoke not a word, simply waited for the girl to make her decision. Revving the engine once more, the rider looked to the green light and back to the platinum haired woman. |
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| Lawman | May 5 2009, 08:21 PM Post #4 |
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Mai's wry smile never left her face even as the rider pulled to a stop, revving the engine twice as he did. "Hmm... that would be a Honda CBR 600RR, 2009 model..." Mai commented, taking note of the bike's design as her ears picked up on the engine's sound. As a speed junkie, Mai's always had a passion for fast vehicles such as sport bikes - but still, although nothing beats supersonic speed. Mai thought she saw the rider nod at her statement on it being a nice bike. "Suggested retail price by the manufacturer would be about $10,499 in US dollars" The rider cocked his helmeted head to one side, as if gesturing for her to hop on. "Well, I could certainly use a ride back to the hotel," Mai nodded as she pushed her sunvisor up her nose, just as light turned green the rider revved the bike's engine once more and looked back at the platinum-haired Esper's direction. "Sweet," Mai added as she climbed onto the rear end of the bike to ride pillion. "So, what brings you to such a seedy part of town at this unearthly hour?" Mai asked as she gave a coy smile. |
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| Scales | May 10 2009, 04:07 AM Post #5 |
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As the girl walked over to the bike, the rider removed the backpack and replaced it facing the front, thus allowing space for the girl to sit and hold on. The moment the girls arms slipped around his/her waist, the rider peeled out from the light, leavng naught behind but a smear of rubber upon the pavement and the rank odor of burnt rubber permiating the air. After the bike was at a nice speed and no longer needed to be shifted, the rider took his/her left hand from the handle bars, lifted them above his/her shoulder and made the international signal for money. Without a moments hesitation, the rider returned the gloved hand to the handle bar and took a sharp left. The rear tire of the bike cried out as it skidded along the pavement, for the rider had slowed but five, maybe ten, miles an hour to take the turn. Weaving through the back-streets, the rider slowed some, so as not to announce the arrival of anything or anyone. Pulling up to what looked like an abandon warehouse, the rider steadied the bike with both legs and waited for the woman to hop off. After the woman dismounted, the rider put the kickstand down and turned off the bike. Pulling the key from the ignition, the rider held up one finger while looking at the woman through his/her helmet. Pocketing the key, the rider put the backpack back on his/her back and walked over to a steel door. Knocking three times, the rider waited. After a few moments, the door cracked open and the rider made some gestures with his/her hands. After a few long, tense moments, the door swung open and the rider stepped into the black void beyond. A few minutes later, the rider emerged from the building. Handing the woman the backpack, the rider pulled the key from his/her jacket pocket, mounted and started the bike, put the kickstand up and waited for the woman to get back on the bike. After the woman re-mounted the bike, the rider took to the streets once more. Several blocks away from the abandoned warehouse, the rider stopped for a moment, put a gloved hand to his/her helmet, nodded. The rider sped off once more and headed west. About 15 miles later, the rider pulled up to an immaculate house, which belonged to the richest, most notorious, alleged Don, in all of Romania. As the gates rolled smoothly away, the rider drove the bike slowly, carefully, up the paved driveway. Stopping at the front steps, the rider dismounted the bike and pocketed the key Turning to the woman, the rider once more held up one finger indicating that s/he would only be a moment.. Taking the steps two at a time, s/he was granted entrance into the house. Not five minutes later, the rider, still covered from head to toe, emerged from the house. Slipping the key back into the ignition, the rider once more let waited for the woman to re-mount the bike before taking to the streets once more. Once out on the main roads, the rider headed north, away from the thriving sector of the city into the abandoned, run down area of the city. Pulling up to an abandoned apartment hirise, the rider parked the bike in a large, metal shipping container and locked the bike in. Gesturing for the woman to follow, the rider headed into the building. and pushed the elevator button. Waiting for the elevator, the rider grabbed the loop on the backpack and lifted it slightly, indicating that the woman no longer needed to carry it if she wished not to. |
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| Lawman | May 10 2009, 11:11 PM Post #6 |
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As Mai got onto the bike, the rider removed the backpack from his back and placed it on the front, giving her the room to ride pillion. The rider accelerated his bike, the tires screeching against the tarmac as he sped off into the night, leaving behind the rank odor of burnt rubber from the tires. A wry smile spread across Mai's face as the wind ruffled her platinum locks, the Marauder enjoying the bike's acceleration, getting the thrill of speed. After traveling for some time at a breathtaking speed, Mai watched as the rider raised his left hand and made the international hand sign for money, with only a slight decrease in speed, the rider took a sharp turn to the left, the tires skidding as he did so. "Sweet!" Mai commented, laughing slightly. The rider slowed down some more as they made their way down a network of back streets, until the bike stopped at what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. So it would seem that the rider would need to finish some business before giving her her lift to the hotel... suited her fine anyhow. Mai got off after the rider pulled his bike to a halt, before putting down the kickstand and turning off the engine. "All right then, go on and do whatever you have to do," Mai replied with a faint smile as the rider raised held up one of his fingers as he pocketed the ignition key, got off his bike and slung the backpack over his back and walked up to a steel door. Mai was no stranger to dealings of this nature after all, watching quietly as the rider knocked three times on the door, and after a brief wait, the door opened slightly ajar as the rider made some strange hand gestures - possibly some form of non-verbal communication or special hand signs used by secret organizations or gangs. What happened next Mai did not know after the door opened up and the driver entered the building, with the platinum-haired Esper patiently waiting outside. Several minutes passed before the rider returned outside, handing Mai his backpack. "No problem, I'll look after this for you," Mai replied as she slung it over her right shoulder while remounting the bike with its rider, taking to the streets once more, heading west away from the warehouse until they reached a grand villa. Ah, I know this place, Mai thought as a sly smile crossed her lips - she had researched this area well enough to know this palatial estate belonged to allegedly the most powerful syndicate boss in Romania, a man who is known to be as ruthless as he is wealthy. The gates leading to his estate opened smoothly on an automated door opening system as they made their way down the main driveway. Mai nodded as she dismounted the bike before its rider, once again watching him go about his business, with him entering the mansion and returning some five minutes later. "Hmm... all right," Mai mused as she got onto the bike after its rider had finished his business with the don. Leaving the syndicate boss' estate, the duo headed north, away from the bustling city sectors into a more run-down district which looked to be largely abandoned as they pulled up at an old high-rise apartment block, with the rider bringing his bike inside a disused metal shipping container, which he locked his bike within. "If you say so," Mai replied as the rider gestured for her to follow as he made his way into the old apartment block. Of course, if he tried anything funny he would soon learn what this 'fair damsel' is capable of anyhow. As the rider pressed the call button for the elevator, he took hold of the backpack loop on Mai's shoulder. "Ah, right... here you go," Mai smiled, although instead of her wry smile this time it was one that showed more genuine warmth and affection as she handed the backpack over while waiting for the elevator. Edited by Lawman, May 10 2009, 11:30 PM.
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| Scales | May 11 2009, 03:30 AM Post #7 |
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It was odd the way the woman trusted so easily. The rider had still not spoken one word nor had s/he removed his/her helmet. Scales trusted nobody, never had. As the elevator dinged, Scales held his/her hand inside the doors, preventing them from closing. With a flourish, the rider gestured for the woman to go first, for it was only polite. Steppint in behind the woman, the rider pushed the third to last floor. As the elevator doors closed and the elevator began its slow assent, the rider removed his/her helmet for the first time. As the helmet slowly rose, short messy red tipped raven locks were revealed. As the helmet was completely removed ane the rider turned to face the woman, brilliant, almost glowing red eyes seemed to pierce anything that the small woman looked at. "You're real trusting." The heavy german accent mixed with the pale skin and somewhat stocky build did nothing to hide or mask the pale woman's origins. "What brought you to this shitty part of Slobozla?" The german fastened the strap on the helmet and held the helmet by the strap in her right hand. Running her left hand through her hair only mussed it more. Cracking her neck, the short, raven haired german waited patiently for the elevator to finish it's journey to the floor she had selected. While waiting, she tried to make conversation with the platinum haired woman she had picked up off the street. Having been a loner most all her life, Scales did not know how to make plesant conversation. She felt she was on thin ice and if she said or did the wrong thing, she would die on the spot. After a few moments of silance, the german ran her still gloved hand through her hair once more and sighed. Looking to the woman Scales stuck her hand out. "Scales." She knew it was tacky, but she could no longer stand the silance or the fact that she did not know her hitch-hiker's name. Scales stood, looking at the woman expectantly, holding her hand out as if it were a sacrificial lamb. Still so insecure after all this time? I would not have expected it of you. Shut up. You would be acting the same way in my situation. Don't deny it, I can read your thoughts just as easily as you can read mine. Outwardly, the small german's head simply twitched once to the right, as if a chill had run down her spine and she had not wanted to be rude to the woman standing before her. The elevator continued its loud, rattling asscent to the 57th floor while the german and the platinum haired woman looked at eachother. Scales waited nervously for the woman to respond in some way to her offered hand and name. |
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| Lawman | May 11 2009, 08:26 PM Post #8 |
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"Why thank you," Mai replied graciously as the rider gestured for her to step into the elevator first, waiting as the rider entered and pushed the button to the third to last floor. With a low grating noise, the lift doors closed as the elevator car began its slow ascent, shaking slightly as it moved up, and it was at this time the quiet gentleman who offered the platinum-haired Esper a ride finally removed his helmet. "Oh," Mai raised an eyebrow in mild astonishment as she finally got a proper look at the face of the one who gave her a ride... who turned out to be no gentleman. "Well, that's quite a surprise," the Japanese Esper smiled coyly as she looked at the red-haired German, whose brilliant red eyes almost appeared to glow in the dim elevator light. "You're real trusting." The redhead replied somewhat brusquely as she held her biker helmet by its chin strap in her right hand while running her left hand through her hair, which only served to mess it up her already wild ruby locks. "What brought you to this shitty part of Slobozla?" "Well, had some important... company business to attend to," Mai replied plainly, her wry smile never leaving her face as she tugged slightly on the collar of her gray suit jacket with her left hand - given her formal business attire, the platinum-haired Esper certainly projected the image of a corporate woman. "You know what they all say... time is money, and to big time corporations, every profit margin counts - and you just have to live up to your business partners' expectations no matter what." After a moment of stifling silence, the redheaded German reached out with her gloved hand and spoke. "Scales." It was all she said, but Mai figured that must be what she preferred to be addressed as. "And I am Mai," The platinum-haired Japanese replied. "Tsurukage Mai." |
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| Scales | May 12 2009, 12:41 AM Post #9 |
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A crooked smile graced the raven haired German's pale face. "Thought I was a man did you? Don't worry, most do." As the elevator continued its loud trip to the 57th floor, the small German proclaimed. Scales looked the woman up and down as they shook hands and a humorus glint flashed behind the glowing rubies of her eyes. "Business...right." There was a slight note in the heavily accented voice that lent the perception of disbelief on the German's part. "What would a big business company want in this part of town? This run down, useless to anyone but the rats and the runners, part of town? What company did you say you were with?" Scales knew the woman was lying by the way she had hesitated before answering. This woman was different. What kind of business woman hitch-hiked with some unknown rider in the shittiest part of Romania? Something about her wasn't right. Looking up at the illuminated number, she hit the emergency stop button on the elevator panel. The 25th floor. They were at the 25th floor. If she decided to push 58, 59, or 60, she might survive. If she pushed 3, they were both dead. "Ok, look. I'm not one to converse with other's, but you need to come clean with me or I'll have to kill you." Little did the woman know, Scales didn't know if she would survive the blasts either. She had designed this building around about.....200 pounds of C4. Highly volitle stuff if you didn't know what you were doing. The small, pale, raven haired German stared stoicly at the platinum haired Japanese woman. Simply waiting for her to say why she had actually come to Slobozla. Scales didn't have to be gifted, cursed, special, whatever they wanted to call it, to tell the woman was lying. "Out with it." The stocky German crossed her arms over her chest, the helmet strap still clasped in her right hand, and simply waited. Edited by Scales, May 12 2009, 02:59 PM.
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| Lawman | May 12 2009, 10:01 PM Post #10 |
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"Oh well... looks like I'm stuck," Mai shrugged casually as it soon became clear to her that the pale-skinned redhead before her wasn't buying into the story of her being a businesswoman. To make matters worse, it would seem that Scales had a contingency up her sleeves as the German redhead pressed the emergency stop button, bringing the elevator to a halt on the 25th story. "Ok, look. I'm not one to converse with other's, but you need to come clean with me or I'll have to kill you." Mai raised an eyebrow at Scale's statement. She was never one to entertain threats; but in the narrow confines of the elevator there was really no way she could use her supersonic ability to any degree of effectiveness. "Out with it." The wispy German spoke as she crossed her arms, her right hand still holding onto her motorcycle helmet by its chin strap. "Well, truth be told, I was here to spearhead a recruitment drive," Mai replied, a wry smile on her face as she lowered her head slightly, resting her left hand on her hip. "I was wondering if you're interested in hearing more; because we could always use people with talent on our side, you know?" Mai looked up at Scales. Edited by Lawman, May 12 2009, 10:02 PM.
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| Scales | May 13 2009, 01:34 AM Post #11 |
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"Recruitment? What for?" The raven haired German shifted her weight from her left leg to her right leg. She didn't like the way the conversation had taken a nasty turn. Her eyes narrowing on the Japanese woman, Scales decided that she was going to blow the place all to hell if she didn't like the way the conversation turned out. Feeling uneasy, she took a small silver key from her pants pocket and inserted it into the elevator's control panel, effictively restarting the elevator. As the elevator creaked and moaned, rattling its way up the shaft, the pale woman turned her head to glare over her left shoulder. Staring at nothing for a moment she turned to face forward once more. Her head down slightly while her eyes flashed from one side to the other, as if calculating something through at a rapid rate. Her brow furrowing for a moment, Scales cursed under her breath. "Fuck me!" "Was anyone following you? Were you being followed?!" The stocky German grabbed the Japanese woman's arm with her free hand and shook her lightly. "Here, hold this." Shoving the helmet in the platinum haired womans arms, the raven haired German popped the escape hatch at the top of the elevator box and climbed up. Poking her head back through, she glared at the Japanese woman. "Don't touch any of the buttons and stay in the car. When you get to 57, hit the stop buton. I'll be right back." As she pulled her head out of the car, the sound of something heavy with long, sharp claws landing on the metal box shook the shaft with the reverberating sound. As the sound of heavy leather wings filled the air, the elevator box shook as something used it as a spring-board to launch itself skyward. After a moment, nothing could be heard but the sound of the cables rattling and moaning as they pulled the heavy car up the old elevator shaft. |
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| Lawman | May 13 2009, 09:32 PM Post #12 |
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"Recruitment? What for?" Mai chuckled slightly as Scales asked her question, before taking a key from her pockets and restarting the elevator. "I'll tell you this much, that my superiors are looking to start a revolution... a revolution like no other," the platinum-haired Esper replied plainly. "Simply put, you're about to witness history in its making." Mai gave Scales a sly smile as she finished, leaning back against the walls of the elevator as it continued its ascent, rattling along the way. "Fuck me!" Scales cursed under her breath. "Was anyone following you? Were you being followed?!" The pale German exclaimed as she took hold of Mai's arm with her left hand, shaking it lightly. "Here, hold this." She spoke as she passed her motorcycle helmet to Mai, who held onto it for her. Scales opened up the escape hatch on the elevator ceiling, climbing onto the roof of the elevator. "Don't touch any of the buttons and stay in the car. When you get to 57, hit the stop button. I'll be right back," she said as she peeked back down, glaring at Mai, who simply nodded with her eyes closed and a wry smile upon her lips. The old elevator car shook as something heavy landed on top of it, followed by the sound of leathery wings flapping, then all was silent save the rattling of the motors and the groaning of the elevator cables. "Well, now this is an unexpected turn of events," Mai mused as she reached into her jacket's pocket to take out her PDA. |
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| Scales | May 14 2009, 03:17 AM Post #13 |
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Riding in the claws and arms of a Red Dragon, Scales stared at the opened elevator door on floor 57. As the air whorled in angry torrents kicked up by the dragons leathery wings, the raven haired German became Scales once more. As her eyes squinted against the angry air currents, she began to grow hot to the touch. Without a moment's hesitation she burst into flame. The flame raced over her body, consuming her clothes and sending her hair dancing upon the currents of hot air. Scales never took her eyes off of the elevator doors that the Red Dragon had opened in order to retrieve her from the elevator car. As the dragon flew through the narrow opening it folded its wings close to its body while turning on its side, the living flame still clutched in its limbs. The moment it was through the opening, it righted itself, snapped its heavy leather wings open and roared loudly into the quiet space. The air shook and vibrated with the force of the sound so filled with rage. With an unspoken comand, the dragon released the female. As she fell to the floor she landed in the Parkour style and rolled through her right shoulder, which placed her standing upon her feet at the end of the entire display. The sound of leather flapping in the wind and flames crackling angrily were the only sounds that filled the room. After several moments of fire and leather, a small sound had the flame moving, bouncing along, leaving flaming foot prints trailing behind. A fireball crashed into the assailant with such speed it knocked him/her off their feet. Continuing to run, the liiving flame stood over the doowned intruder. Dropping the flames, Scales crouched, naked, over the bulky man. Shaking her head at the glaring man, Scales took a moment to look at his hands, no guns. Punching the man hard in the face, she knocked him unconscious. Checking him for weapons, she found several knives and a silanced gun with an extended clip. Scales shook her head and relieved him of his weapons. She rolled the large, heavy man over with some help from the Red Dragon and tied him up. Looking at the glowing numbers above the elevator door, Scales jumped to her feet and ran from the room. A minute or two later, she stood in front of the elevator doors, which she had closed, clad in an identical outfit as the one she had been in before, and waited for the elevator to stop on the floor in which she stood. Looking over her shoulder, the dragon nodded and walked out of the room, only to wait just around the corner. The bell on the elevator sounded and Scales waited a moment, to see if the woman in the elevator would actually push the stop button. Edited by Scales, May 14 2009, 06:18 PM.
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| Lawman | May 14 2009, 06:11 PM Post #14 |
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Mai stopped the elevator as soon as it arrived at the 57th floor, a faint chime announcing the elevator's arrival as the number 57 lit up on the floor indicator. The platinum-haired Esper stepped out of the elevator as the doors opened, into the corridor beyond. "I thought I heard a ruckus a while ago," Mai said as she pried open the elevator doors, only to find the crimson and black-haired German standing nearby at the lift lobby. "What just happened? I thought I heard some strange roaring up here just now..." Mai continued as she looked around, trying to find whatever creature responsible for the strange noise she had heard earlier on, slipping between the elevator doors once she had opened them to a reasonable width for her to squeeze through, although as soon as she did so she paused to brush the dust off her business outfit. Edited by Lawman, May 14 2009, 06:26 PM.
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| Scales | May 14 2009, 06:58 PM Post #15 |
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With her arms crossed over her chest the raven haired girl shook her head whilst rolling her eyes. "At least you pushed the fucking button." Scales mumbled. As the woman entered the room she might notice the extravagant white leather sofa set imported from Italy, or the matching Italian Coffee table, Perhaps the Large Plasma screen TV that hung on the wall opposite the sofa. She might also notice that no carpet could be found. but if she knew what she was looking at, she would notice the flame retardant floor and wall coverings. If the woman happened to look behind Scales and slightly to her own left, she would notice the large burly man laying face down on the hard floor with his hands tied behind his back and his head turned to his right. If she looked farther still into and around the room, she might notice the knives and guns sitting upon the table, all laid out neatly in two nice lines. If the woman was very observant, she would notice that the clips had been removed from the guns and the bullets from the cilps. Sighing, the small German walked over to what looked like an alarm pad and pressed some numbers. The elevator doors imideatly opened fully only to close a moment later. The light atop the doors turned off and the sound of something powering down sounded softly. As she walked by Mai, back in the direction of the man, she scoped her helmet from off the floor, dusted it off, and placed it upon the kitchen counter, which was along the wall behind the kitchen table, which stood in the middle of the kitchen area with one chair neatly pushed in. Walking to the porcelin sink, she stretched her arm up, opening a cupboard. Pulling a tall glass from high above her head, the small pale woman closed the cupboard door and filled the glass. Walking to the man, she set the glass on the floor and pushed him onto his back. Picking the glass off the floor, she turned her strange eyes to Mai. "This may take a while, you can have a seat. Unless, that is, you want to help with this?" Without waiting for Mai to reply, Scales splashed the man in the face with the icy water. He imideatly sputtered as he awoke, spitting the water from his mouth and shaking his head to free himself of the excess water. his eyes snapped open and he glared at the two women, first Scales, and then Mai, and then back to Scales. Spitting at the ruby eyed German crouched so close to him, he cursed in a harsh language. The language was neither Romanian or any of the languages of the surrounding countries. Scales stood as still as stone. She batted not one eyelash, not one muscled flexed or twitched, barely a breath moved her breast. She waited patiently, seemingly unaffected, by the man's spit running down her right cheek and his frantic cursing. She simply stared at him, waiting for him to finish his indistinguishable rant. When he finished, Scales simply stared at him, watching him, looking him over without removing her eyes from his face. After several long tense moments, Scales spoke in the same harsh language. The words seemed to flow from her mouth like water through a creek bed. The man sat very still. It was now his turn to imitate a statue, neither blinking, flexing muscles, or breathing. After several moments of Scales talking clamly yet rapidly to the man in his own language, he nodded, looked at Mai, and looked back at Scales. Swallowing what looked to be a large knot in his throat, he took a deep breath and, letting it out slowly, spoke in Romanian. "I suppose I am your prisioner then?" The mans Romanian seemed very broken and he seemed to have a hard time forming the words. Scales simply nodded in response to his question. The man sat up as Scales rose, and strode to the chair. Turning it to face the man, the small German sat in the chair, leaning back as if she were watching a boring TV show and crossed her legs. "Who sent you?" |
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