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| Topic Started: Feb 20 2012, 10:43 PM (199 Views) | |
| Post #1 Feb 20 2012, 10:43 PM | Tyrade |
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It was peaceful, the guards standing at the top of the tower saw nothing threatening as they lazied their way through their shift. Hired thugs for a drug shipment, it didn't matter who's it was it was getting taken out. A small, soft hand reached up and grabbed the shirt of a guard leaning on the rail having a smoke before a blade seemed to shoot out the wrist, spiking through the man's heart, not even allowing him to scream before he died. He was yanked over the railing where he crashed to the ground with a heavy thud. She had wanted this, a commotion on the ground, men rushing to the body. The impact had sprayed so much blood everywhere that it would take some time to realize he had been stabbed. Good, if they looked up to find the killer they could see up her skirt and she didn't like that idea. She swung herself over the railing, praising the physical condition her body was in thanks to this stuff. She wouldn't have been able to climb the tower so easily a year ago. She ducked into the guard shack while the other guard came to investigate, and when he passed the door of the shack to look down at his dead comrade his mouth was covered as his throat sliced. This was exhilarating, she needed to start doing this more often again. Friends were nice but swift justice at her hands was so much sweeter. the men downstairs were beginning to assume the man had simply fallen off the guard tower, declaring him an idiot and removing his body from the seen. "Yo lee! We will try to make sure your next partner isn't a mor-" Lee splattered to the ground before that sentence could be finished, the gash in his throat much more obvious. "Holy fuck! We are under attack! They are in the tower!" Thirty armed men were running up the stairs, unaware of what was waiting for them at the top. The first man to reach the top of the stairs was gutted from the waist line up before being kicked back into his comrades. A few men were thrown over the railing while the men behind them recovered and continued the charge. the last thing the man in front of this group saw was a pair of white panties covered in four leave clovers as a pair of legs wrapped around his hear while their owner whipped her body around, snapping his neck as she gripped a stair, pulling on it to throw the man with her legs to knock another few men down the stairs. Still in midair her feet planted into another man's chest, the rush of air blowing her skirt up. At this point she didn't care, she was having too much fun. Tinya grabbed a railing and spun around the winding staircase as more men were thrown off. Her acrobatic display was rapidly diminishing their numbers. They tried to fire but with her jumping around they were only hitting their own men. |
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| Post #2 Feb 20 2012, 10:55 PM | Raiwatanabe |
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Why, Rai wondered, had things just gone to hell so quickly? Granted, she was up to no good, herself, trying to arrange for an ammo purchase for the M4, but she had not expected bodies to just tumble from the sky. But the bodies kept coming, and in twisted, broken fashion. Snarling, Rai ducked behind a car parked along the street, keeping the black duffel bag closely wrapped up in her arms. If she was caught hauling an assault rifle around with all this carnage... that would be the end of it. "What is wrong with this town?" she barked, starting to unzip the bag, and load a fresh 40-round mag into the lower receiver. Reaching for her cellphone, Rai started searching for a friend's number. Any friend that could get her out... She didn't want to try Toshi just yet, especially with the weapon in her possession. Vesper was also not up for this sort of thing, as Rai remembered the panic attack she had at the shootout in the arcade. Dialing Tinya's number, Rai sighed in exasperation, clutching the weapon to her chest tightly. While she had the M-203 grenade launcher from a recent black market purchase, she still had no grenades to go with it. "Just hope I don't have to take out a tank..." she grumbled as the phone rang. |
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| Post #3 Feb 20 2012, 11:04 PM | Tyrade |
| Just as Tinya was finishing off the last of the men, her phone began ringing. "Odd, who could that be?" She said as she casually beheaded the last man, his body slowly falling to the ground with a heavy thuds. "Oh! It's her!" She said excitedly. "Hello?" Her tone was bubbly, even standing in the middle of a pile of bodies. It was a little unexpected to get a call at this hour but it was actually only midnight. It wasn't to late to call a friend. "You have great timing! I was just finishing up with something!" |
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| Post #4 Feb 22 2012, 01:31 AM | Raiwatanabe |
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When Tinya answered, Rai felt a long sigh of relief escape her lungs. "Tinya, thank the gods you're answering! I'm out in the Lower East Side... There's... a bunch of bodies... falling from the goddamn sky!" Cursing under her breath, Watanabe looked around, noticing the corpses convulsively twitch. "I've... I'm carrying a...machine gun at the moment... so getting caught by Niwa PD isn't the greatest idea right now. Can you... help me out?" It was then she noticed a car pulling around the corner in a hurry. Two men jumped from the rear doors of the black sedan, raising submachine guns. They were typical thugs, and like most typical thugs for Niwa, they had a tendency to underestimate schoolgirls with shoulder-fired, gas operated assault weapons. Dropping the cellphone to the ground, Rai rose to her feet, standing along the small hatchback she had sought shelter behind, and switching the carbine to three-round burst, opened fire. "Oh, you want some, you mother f***er? Come on!" The man crumpled to the ground under the burst of automatic fire, another man starting towards her. "Come on, baby! You want some, too?" All along the street, the staccato of automatic weapons fire echoed for at least six blocks. |
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| Post #5 Feb 22 2012, 01:42 AM | Tyrade |
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"But that's where I am..." She said nonchalantly. She gasped when she heard gunfire nearby, and Rai's voice. She needed to go answer her call for help. She ran over to where Rai was firing and waited for her to reload so she wouldn't hit her, and lunged out at the men advancing on her. the first man suffered Tinya's favorite move, jumping on his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his head and whipping her body downwards, snapping his neck and pushing off of the ground to use her lower body to launch the man into his partner. Before the man could get up a knife formed in her hand that ran deep across his throat before a diamond fist came down, smashing his skull in. When two more men rounded the corner a shield formed on her left arm as she charged the two, ramming one man down before ducking under a firing MP5 and planting her hand on the ground where a solid kick connected with the man's jaw, breaking his neck and dropping her skirt around her stomach. She sprung upwards and brought her knee down on the last one's throat. "Well at least you guys got one last few before you died!" She giggled. Standing up and looking around calmly for any remaining enemies she ran over to Rai as she finished with whatever she was doing. "Sorry you got pulled into that. You ok?" Edited by Tyrade, Feb 22 2012, 01:46 AM.
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| Post #6 Feb 22 2012, 02:05 AM | Raiwatanabe |
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Just as Rai started to reload, slapping in a fresh mag, she noticed a blur swoop in, and start to take down the men as if they were nothing but useless distractions. The thugs were dead, necks snapped, impaled on knives, and bleeding out into the street as Rai found herself aiming the M4 carbine at her friend, Tinya. "Tinya... what the hell?" She kept the weapon aimed at the Irish girl as she kicked the MP5 away from one of the thugs, and scooped it up into her left hand, slinging it over her shoulder. Waiting for the explanation, she made her way to the black sedan, which started to pull away. Opening fire, she laced the windshield with rounds, the glass exploding into tiny fragments of laminated layers. Something heavy slumped against the windshield as the car continued to back up, crashing into another parked car, lodging the rear axle against the bumper, and continuing to smoke the tires. Grumbling, Rai started towards a dark alley. "We'll talk on the move... Come on!" |
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| Post #7 Feb 22 2012, 03:59 AM | Tyrade |
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As she started to follow, Tinya complained about a job undone. "But there are still some left! I don't wanna leave this half finished!" She pouted as she followed her friend into the alley and her window of opportunity closed as the men began to group together to fight whoever was attacking them. She would have to blind side the rest later. Such a shame. Her attention turned to Rai, why was she here? Why did she have that gun? Why had she pointed the gun at her when she had saved the girl's life? |
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| Post #8 Feb 22 2012, 08:20 PM | Raiwatanabe |
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Watanabe clenched her jaw, snarling as she looked back at Tinya. "Haven't you done enough damage?" she barked. "Let them try to kill us! I don't care anymore! I'm already being shot at by every Yakuza punk in town who thinks they can handle a gun..." She hefted the M4, to indicate the prized weapon. "Everyone in town hates my guts... and everyone I know is either a vigilante, gang punk, syndicate higher-up, or crooked cop." Rai started to slump against the nearest wall, and started to look down the barrel of the assault rifle, her hand resting deliberately near the trigger. |
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| Post #9 Feb 22 2012, 08:33 PM | Tyrade |
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Tinya wrapped her hand around the edge of the barrel, a thin coating of solid carbon covered and plugged the barrel, seemingly leaking from Tinya's arm. She squatted down looking her right in the eye. "And where do you fit in this? Are you a vigilante? Thug? What are you. You are at the harbor at midnight with a machine gun, firing at people and killing them like it is something you do all the time. Who are you to judge me?" Two men rounded the corner and crazed rage suddenly flashed into her eyes. A knife formed in her hands and spilled the guts of the first man who barely got out a groan of pain before his organs spilled out and he fell on top of them. Before the other man could react, the knife drove into the left side of the man's throat before being ripped out through his wind pipe as the knife was flipped and driven into his right temple in a shout of rage. She kicked his body to the ground and turned back to the other girl who's friendship she now question? Kill her? Don't killer her? Her weapon is jammed she can't stop you. No, she is a friend. Don't kill her. "Aaaaaw fuck!" She yelled out in english before grabbing the girl and pulling her down the alley. |
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If every serial killer is someone we least expect, are we safest around those we expect will kill us? John (HT)-Peter (NCPD)-Trinity-deceased (T)-Axel (N/U)-Tinya-adopted (N/U)-Amber-deceased (S) Emily-(Y)
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| Post #10 Feb 22 2012, 08:49 PM | Raiwatanabe |
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Rai looked up at Tinya, her eyes tired, weary. "I'm just an American with a natural talent for guns, a racist tongue, and has a bad time fitting in with the locals." The next thing she knew, Tinya was dragging her by her arm away from the men she had just killed. She was too frustrated to think clearly at the moment. Soen was a vigilante... Tinya was a vigilante. What was she? She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, with a desire for self preservation. "Great... all my close friends are vigilantes... Guess that makes me cannon fodder." |
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