Twisted Game ID: 289050 Posted By: Garnet on Tuesday August 21, 2007 8:20 PM
Garnet
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Tuesday August 21, 2007 8:20 PM
Twisted
The year is 2018, a year of crime, drugs, sex and gangs. But not just that, this is a year where someone other than the government was in control. Here in Naples, Italy there is an underground world where the mafia is in control. From the head quarters in Naples, they control all of Italy, stealing, plundering, raping, killing... anything they say goes.
Many changes have come into effect now, the mafia ran the businesses and gained quite a bit of profit from them; when you put all the money they get from businesses across Italy, it adds up to millions and millions of dollars!
The headquarters is quite a large skyline building. The first few floors are used for business and meetings while the rest of the floors from five and above are simply dormitories. The basement is more or less the hit men's lounge. Everything in the basement as something to do with weapons or other, there's even a glass area where holographic images make it seem like they were really out killing someone. Of course, the top floor is one big room where the Big Daddy resides, he is the man who controls all of Italy at this point, and so far no one has been able to stop him.
That is, until now. Recently signs of a rebellion have been coming to surface. A small group of people have started to show quite a disobedient attitude towards Big Daddy and the overall mafia organization. Because of this possible threat, Big Daddy has ordered that any person suspected of being involved in the rebellion is to be shot on the spot, no questions act. This new "law", if you will, helped to keep the rebellion numbers low.
No one is quite sure how many people are in the mafia or in the rebellion; these two underground organizations have kept their way of working slightly secret. However, some do know that in the mafia, Big Daddy is at the top, followed by one or two advisors, then businessmen, hit men and of course... the whores.
Whores were well known in this city, for they were simply everywhere. It's as if selling your body was the latest trend. However, when you're a whore to the mafia, you don't serve anyone else.
The hit men are rarely seen, they lurk about, never really drawing attention. This made everyone stay on their guard at all times, for they never know when they might get a bullet in the head.
There is but one thing the rebellion doesn't know: whatever happens, the mafia hopes to stay in control, for if they were put out of power things wouldn't look too bright for Italy's economy.
It's only a matter of time before everything is played out.
Okay! That's just the intro and stuff& it sucks so I'll get the better version once I get my USB stick to work. Alright, so remember how I told you guys to keep your RP examples? Well, that's going to be your opening post! Yup! That's why it's always good to put lots of detail in it!
So, without further ado, let's start!
Garnet
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Tuesday August 21, 2007 8:22 PM
RE: Twisted
The music cut through the night air, pounding against her ear drums. Any more of this, and Aaliyah would fear that she would become deaf. Taking a deep breath she entered the doorway, escaping from the rain and wind of the stormy night. Around her, men and woman danced to what seemed to be techno music while glow sticks and body parts moved wildly in the musty, sweat heavy air.
Darkened eyes scanned the room, Aaliyah searched wildly for her target in the mess of people. Her pink petal soft lips parted slightly, helping her to take better breaths of air in the crowded room. To be honest, she was beginning to feel quite uncomfortable. Brushing arms and shoulders with those around her, she headed towards what looked like a small lounge where a bar and many chairs were located; and just when her eyes rose to meet with those sitting in the lounge, Aaliyah's heart almost seemed to skip a beat.
The man she was looking for was there.
Killing was the last thing she ever wanted to do, honestly; but at this point there was nothing else she could do. Besides, who would expect an innocent looking woman like herself to be a hit man? The man she targeted seemed to be busy with a woman, enjoying her service, no doubt.
With a slight roll of her eyes, Aaliyah ran forwards and grasped the man by his long, greasy hair which caused a slight yelp to escape his dried lips. The other woman fell to the floor, and started up at Aaliyah with wide eyes. With her fee hand, she pushed the flap of her trench coat to the side and pulled out one of her precious guns.
Time was such a precious thing, it truly was. That's why Aaliyah wasted no time what so ever. With her thumb, she pulled down the hammer and simply pulled the trigger, shooting the man between his grey eyes. At this point, she was quite thankful for the silencer attached to the barrel of her gun, or a few eyes would undoubtfully turn in her direction.
The other woman let out a scream when Aaliyah allowed the male's body to fall to the floor, a pool of blood soon forming around him. Her gunless hand wiped away the blood that had splattered on her favourite trench coat while her coal like eyes turned to the screaming woman. The music drowned out her cries of horror, but Aaliyah could still imagine just how annoying it was. Raising her armed hand, she then shot the witness in the same spot as her victim. It was painless, and quite quick, no wonder Aaliyah loved it so much.
Placing the gun back in its holster, the woman migrated quickly towards the back door. Now is when she would simply leave, she wouldn't want to get caught, now would she?
[Edited by Garnet on Tuesday, August 21, 2007 8:23 PM]
SisqAlpha
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Wednesday August 22, 2007 6:34 AM
RE: Twisted
The Bull sat completely still, deep in shadow within the small room he was currently occupying. He watched the local scum scurry about their miserable existance through
the high power scope on his rifle, listening to the rain fall steadily outside. He hated the rain and yet, loved it at the same time. It made it harder to see what he was aiming at but it also helped cloak his presence from unwanted eyes that might stray to this fourth story window.
His eyes and mind were focused on the street below while the rest of his senses took up the task of watching his back. Since he didn't see his most recent quarry, he decided to let a little of his mind check on his other senses to make sure everything was still kosher.
First, he sniffed the air. A dank mildewy smell emanated from the cracked and crumbling drywall of this shit hole. He could smell old urine and stale sweat emanating from all the furniture, the musty smell of heavy rodent excrement, and the thrilling coppery smell of newly spilled blood. He never bothered to rent the rooms he had to use for these jobs, he simply picked the lock and wasted the swine who happened to be there at the time. It was so much easier and cheaper that way.
Next, he checked in with his sense of touch, testing the air around him, feeling for the slight change in air pressure that would tell him that someone had opened the door to his current hiding place and was coming to do him harm. So far, everything was checking out ok.
He could hear the old man snoring in the room across the hall, thoroughly sloshed by the sound of his labored breathing, a couple was having one HELL of a fight at the far end of the hall, and above it all he could hear the rain. The unending rain. Conal shifted his weight ever so slightly, careful not to cause the floorboards to creak and stifled a yawn.
Back to the job. He shifted his attention back to the scope and saw a whore in his crosshairs. Her face was marred by a fresh knife wound, roughly 5 inches long, that ran from just above her eyebrows down across the bridge of her nose and across to a point just below her right eye. The whore wasn't the mark. The mark was her pimp...... He searched his mind for a name but decided it didn't really matter. All that mattered was he had a nasty habit of cutting his women when they didn't make enough to cover the dues he owed the Mafia. Truth be told, it was his heroin habit that bled away the funds needed to keep his skinny ass out of hot water and his girls paid the price. By now, he had marked so many of them that they weren't able to generate the needed revenue any longer. This was the reason why Big Daddy ordered the hit. It was purely economic.
A flicker of movement in the doorway of the flophouse across the street caught his attention. "Ahhhh, there you are you little prick." Conal thought to himself. The mark stood there, scratching his balls, eyeballing the cut whore. Conal knew it was him, he'd memorized every feature of the man's face three days prior. The heavy drooping moustache, long greasy black hair, and his most distinguishing feature, a badly faded tattoo of a snake wound around his neck and disappeared in the hair of his scrawny chest. Quickly, Conal ran through his exit plan one last time.
"Out the door, to the right, don't rush, don't look suspicious. Three doors down is the entrance to the roof. Up the stairs, onto the roof, hang a left and make your way to the drain pipe. Slide down the pipe into the alley behind this roach motel and you're in the clear."
All of this barely took a second to flash through his mind, while he watched the mark saunter over to the whore. Conal saw him say something to her, and the whore shook her head. Conal saw the pimp's face darken with rage as he turned full on to Conal's position.
"NOW!"
The fully suppressed M4A1 barely twitched in Conal's hands and the pimp's brains painted the wall behind him, looking like some new form of abstract art. The whore started to scream, but Conal was already out the door and making his way towards the entrance to the roof. Thirty seconds later, he was in the alley behind the building and was making his way towards the black Lincoln waiting to give him a ride back to Big Daddy's to collect his pay.
"Maybe I'll go find myself a broad tonight." he thought. "It'd be a shame to waste this hard-on."
TheCritch
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Wednesday August 22, 2007 8:40 AM
RE: Twisted
Willard looked out the window and grinned... Tonight, this was the night. It would be the beginning of a new age in this city, in this unfearful slum. Not a soul around understood true pain or true pleasure. Tonight life would collide and death would spill out in torrents in the wake of the life that remained, he would rise to a great pinnacle of power and this city, this empire, would become his necropolis.
Willard sat down and pulled his saber from it's sheath atop the hearth of his fireplace. It was a family heirloom that he had received for his tenth brithday, he cocked his head to one side and smiled remembering the first time this blade had bitten into living flesh, oh how sweet that steel caress had been, what a nectar that blood was, every last drop... And now tonight it would taste the skin of his adversaries again. He then heard a knock at the door, Willard knew who it was, it was Vicelli, Willard had been expecting him now for quite some time, he had asked over for a drink earlier that day and had requested that Vicelli come at precisely 11:15, he was late five minutes now... Poor fool, it isn't wise to be late for one's own funeral, it angers the Reaper. Willard walked up to the door and clapped off the lights as he did so, an atmosphere was essential for such things. He opened the door and thrust the long spindly blade into his unsuspecting victim, Willard grinned and watched as the Vicelli slumped to the floor, whose cheerful smile hadn't the time to turn sour before the second of death had struck its chord on the Reaper's watch. Willard's smile widened and he knelt down with a wine glass in hand, he nestled its slender from beneath the bleeding wound and let it fill to the brim, he slowly lifted the macabre beverage to his waiting lips. He drank his fill of blood that night... And as did the rest of the seven men who had taken Willard up on his offer. Tonight was the night of a new darkness, it was the first night of Willard's Necropolis!
Garnet
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Wednesday August 22, 2007 11:32 AM
RE: Twisted
It didn't take long for Aaliyah to get back, for she didn't stray too far from the mafia building. The clouds blocked out the starry sky, hiding the burning balls of gas that fascinated so many.
It was going to rain tonight.
Some would call it pathetic fallacy; Aaliyah, however, would just say that it's just plain dumb luck. The tail of her trench coat ruffled from the wind behind her as she strode down the street, going slightly faster than she usually would. No time should be wasted, especially when she was going to see Big Daddy.
A deep frown came onto her smooth, glossy lips. Ugh, she hated seeing him. There was always something about that man that made Aaliyah cringe and want to simply run back to her room.
Once she was in the building, Aaliyah ran up to the elevator and simply pressed the top button. Waiting was agonizing... she just wanted to get all of this over. The inside of her stomach churned and bubbled, making her feel like she was about to vomit. The doors closed, sealing her within the hot elevator. Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her, but the air inside there was just so stifiling. Pressing her back against one of the mirrored walls, the woman lowered her eyes to the floor, simply watching her black boots for now as her thoughts began to wander.
Bull had been out tonight, his car wasn't in the driveway this time. Well, there was no doubt that she'd end up running into him later, oh joy. And surely she'd see Angelo, she had to report to him after all. Her resentment for the people she worked with was easily hidden, given that she tried to avoid them as much as possible. Aaliyah was just waiting for something to slip up so she could leave.. permanently.
A small dig rang through the air, indicating that she was reached the top floor. With a heavy sigh, she ran towards the large double doors of Big Daddy's "office", if you will. Raising her right hand, she allowed her slender knuckles to wrap against the door.
Hopefully not many words would be exchanged tonight.
TheCritch
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Wednesday August 22, 2007 3:04 PM
RE: Twisted
Willard smiled... Another job well done he thought as he looked to the door. He had been waiting now for quite some time... She was late.
Willard smiled eerily as he rose up from his chair and walked towards the door. He picked up a small dagger from the table aside his door and rolled it back and forth in his pale, knobby digits. With his left hand he grasped the door-handle and gently pulled the great lacquer gate from its lock and stared into the waiting face of Aaliyah, beautiful Aaliyah. He stepped back and gestured to the chair that lay before his desk with his dagger wielding hand. He let one side of his smile lean into a curious smirk on the right of his battered face. He so enjoyed these conversations.
[Edited by TheCritch on Wednesday, August 22, 2007 3:06 PM]
Garnet
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Wednesday August 22, 2007 3:24 PM
RE: Twisted
Her weight shifted form the left foot to the right as she waited outside the door. It wasn't until the large oak door was opened did she actually bother to look up at the leader. Dear god he was scary.
Pushing all emotions aside she entered the room once she was welcomed, however she didn't sit down. Why fall for a trap if you're expecting it? Instead she stood off to the side of it, her hands simply laying at her sides.
"It's done." She muttered swiftly as her head bowed to avoid the gaze of the frightening leader.
"Anything else?" her voice was soft, however it held traces of her emotions... how apprehensive she was. There wasn't Much Aaliyah could do at this point, really. If the boss needed something else, well she had no choice, did she?
The sooner she could leave, the better.
Darthwedge
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Wednesday August 22, 2007 3:59 PM
RE: Twisted
(OOC:First post A.K.A. RP example....)
The door opened slowly as the man inside motioned quickly for them to enter. Jason Neiman stood hidden under the shade of an umbrella, the rain falling heavily on the silent city.
Two men with rifles stood behind Jason, nothing stopping the rain from hitting their hats and coats. The man that opened the door motioned quicker this time.
"Hurry up, we haven't got all day" He said quickly. Jason took a step inside and closed the umbrella, handing it to the man on his left.
"It occurs to me, that time is not the issue here, your leader wants this deal made, so I will take as much time as I desire" Jason said strongly as he stepped across the threshhold.
He handed his briefcase to the other person who accompanied him here as he removed the wet coat from himself. Replacing the briefcase back into his hand and handing the coat to one of his assosiates, he snapped "Well, don't you think we should get this deal started, which way to your negotiator"
The man who opened the door quickly said "Oh yes, well follow me, Im John By the-"
Jason began to follow him down a long hall and quickly cut him off, "Introductions are unecessary in this afair so we will not partake in them."
The man named John stuttered and then trailed off. They entered a small room with a rectangular table in the center and a flouroscent bulb dangled overhead. There was a man with brown hair and glasses sitting at one end, one man with a rifle stood behind him and John took a place next to him.
The brown haired man had a mouse-like appearance. He said "Ah, welcome, now Im all for buisness so lets get right to it."
Jason said nothing and took a seat at the opposite end of the table, his two assosiates to similer positions behind him. He placed his briefcase on the floor next to him, sitting by his chair.
The opposing negotiator spoke quickly and confidently, "The price still stands at what it was when we spoke earlier"
Jason showed no emotion but inside was annoyed at this stubborn itiot. He leaned forward and said "I came here to get a better price, now your going to give it to me"
"Im sorry, but the offer still stands, your employer will have to pay it or nothing at all"
Jason nodded his head softly and said "Alright then, you seem like a stubborn man, good negotiator, just let me see how much my employer is willing to spend"
As Jason reached down to retreive his briefcase from the hazy darkness, the opposite man showed a look of pride on his face. Jason placed the briefcase on the table and started working the combonation to open it. He looked up through his glasses at the others, then back down at the briefcase.
As the top opened, Jason's hand extended into it and picked out a powerful handgun. Quickly he brought it up and shot the two guards with rifles, Blood seeping from the holes in their chests.
The opposite negotiator fell to the floor with a terrified look upon his face, he spoke quickly and with a frightened tone. "HEY MAN, I thought you said this would be buisness only"
Jason stood up, the gun pointed directly at the mans chest, "It was, but then you had to go and test the waters didn't you" He walked around the table and bent down pressing the gun against the man's face. "Now, your going to give me your companies accounts and passwords so that my employer can retreive the money and materials from them"
The man was taken aback and shouted "What? That would be suicide for me!"
Jason struck the man on the cheek with the gun, drawing a thin line of blood. "Let me put it in perspective for you, you have 2 options. Opition one is where you obey me, walk out of here alive so you can see your little family again, and possibly if your lucky, A cut of the money and our protection"
Jason cleared his throat and continued with increasingly more power "Option two is where you don't obey me, you don't walk out of here alive, never see your family again, and my employer takes your company by force, whats it gonna be, you look like a smart man and I expect a smart man like you to make the right choice"
The man was sputtering in terror, the fact that the gun was pressed to his face didn't help any. He stuttered out a sentance only after numerous tries to speak from the massive sense of terror that enveloped him.
"All.......right.........All right, Ill do it, option one"
Jason was pleased with himself and removed the gun from the man's face and let him go into his briefcase to retreive the paper. He opened it and begand swimming through papers, Jason pointed the gun at him watchfully
The man retrieved a paper and handed it to him, "There, thats all you need to know"
Jason looked the paper over, it had everything that he had asked for on it. "Thank you, you have helped my employer out greatly tonight."
With that, Jason raised the gun up to the man's face, a look of extreme terror enveloped him again. Quickly, and with presision, the trigger pulled and the shot fired.....
Jason stepped into the rainy urban world again. The door shut loudly as Jason fixed his umbrella and stepped through the puddle filled street.
TheCritch
Initiare RK: 1 MP: 66
Member Since:
April 2007
Wednesday August 22, 2007 4:05 PM
RE: Twisted
Willard walked over to his chair behind the desk but instead of sitting down he pushed the chair back in. He turned about and sauntered over to Aaliyah's side and began to walk slowly around her. His towering form left her in his shadow as he circled about.
"Yes... The job is indeed done. However... The eyes in the dark speak a truly frustrating story that you have neglected to mention... The whore... You killed the whore. Are you not aware how much money is in the flesh of women here? You had best watch yourself my dear." Willard stopped directly behind her and leaned in so that his lips lay only a few inches from her ear. "Aaliyah surely you know that many would pay quite the pretty penny to have you in the local brothels, and actually I'm quite tempted to replace that wasted flesh with yours. But... You did do your job and you did it well, so for now the whorehouse will have to wait." he whispered sourly.
He stood tall again and lifted his dagger to her cheek and pressed it against its soft skin.
"And yes... There is something else... Go back to where you ended that whore's life... And then you are to take the life of every other whore there. I know it's a waste but perhaps hearing all those delicious screams, seeing all that sweet, sweet crimson, and looking into those whores' innocent eyes as they perish will make you appreciate whoreflesh a little more in the future." He removed the dagger from her cheek and walk over to his desk and pulled out the chair, he sat down and stared into Aaliyah's eyes with a deep sadistic smile spreading across his cruel visage.
"You are dismissed my dear." Willard said with his snake-like tongue flickering back and forth behind his strangely fangish teeth.
[Edited by TheCritch on Wednesday, August 22, 2007 4:08 PM]
Garnet
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March 2007
Wednesday August 22, 2007 4:21 PM
RE: Twisted
Every muscle in Aaliyah's body tensed up the minute Willard began to circle around her, making her feel small... like a piece of meat a butcher would size up before chopping it to bits. Oooh, she really hated this man, there was no doubt about it.
Damn it, he was right. There was no escaping this man, was there? Indeed, she killed the whore, but she thought it would be no big deal. Looks like she was wrong, wasn't she? How could she be so stupid? She came for the one man, and the man only... she should've let the woman be. "She saw the murder.."
But that seemed to go in vain, because before she knew it, the cold blade of the dagger pressed against her cheek, causing a gasp to escape her smooth lips. Uh oh, she was in for it now.
Her eyes widened. He wasn't seriously going to send her to the whore house, was he? They had a deal! This was guy twisted. However, when he said he wouldn't do such a thing yet, Aaliyah did her best to suppress a relieved sigh; thank god.
As the final sentence fell into place, Aaliyah found her hands curling into tight fists, anger welling up from the depths of her stomach. No.. she wasn't going to kill them ruthlessly like that, it wasn't right! But then again... what part of the mafia was right?
The sadistic smile, to the very least, sent quite a shiver up her spine. Oh if she could just sock this guy in the face...
Brows furrowing, she gave a slight nod of her head before she stormed out of the top floor, anger glaring in her eyes as she brutally slammed one of the doors shut, allowing the noise to echo about.
"That no good son of a..." her fist slammed into the button of the elevator as she waited for it to come and collect her.
Looks like someone's a little angry.
Darthwedge
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May 2007
Wednesday August 22, 2007 4:30 PM
RE: Twisted
(OOC: second post.....)
Jason exited the elevator quickly, the briefcase dangled lightly in his hand. He walked forward in slow and long strides toward the large oak doors. One of the doors was slightly ajar and Jason peered inside it.
In it were two people, the first was Aaliyah, a young female hit man that was also second in command. Second in command of the hitmen only to Angelo Esposto himself. He had never been paired with her yet, but heard great things about her.
They say she kills without remorse, with the flick of a finger and will think nothing of it, and that she never misses
When a negotiator was sent to do a deal, he (or she) was paired with usually two hit men as protection. The second was Willard Mallowman, the "Big Daddy" or head man leader. The man with that was almost insane, the man that made all of the major decisions.
The man that makes all of our life changing decisions, the insane sadistic man that would kill one his own men because he questioned him.
All of the sudden, Aaliyah turned and stormed out of the room, she passed Jason without any notice of him, seething in anger.
As she left the room, Jason turned and slowly entered the large room. He knocked on the door softly with his knuckles.
"Sir, Its me, Jason Neiman, I have what you asked, the account for that other company"
Garnet
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March 2007
Wednesday August 22, 2007 4:57 PM
RE: Twisted
Indeed, she had barely noticed Jason, for she was too busy seeing red all around her. Her white teeth clenched behind her pursed lips as she entered the elevator, allowing her back to firmly press against one of the walls once more.
"One day..." She growled the eminent threat as the door of the elevator opened up to the main floor. Stomping out, she passed by all those around her, not even bothering to give an acknowledging glance of some sort.
This time, Aaliyah took her car. A silver Lexus LF-A. It didn't take her long to save up for this car given that the salary was better than decent... as was for any hit man. Grumbling to herself she started the car and slammed on the gas pedal, sending the car zooming down the street.
Once she reached the club from before, she parked the car right outside the door, taking the key out and slamming the door roughly behind her. Placing the key in her pockets she grasped both of her guns this time, one in each hand.
The music blared from the speakers as she stormed in, Aaliyah only prayed that there wouldn't be many whores here.
Thankfully there were only a handful. Raising her arms, she held the guns out in front of her, her index fingers rapidly pulling the triggers at each whore she saw. She really regretted this, she truly did.
It's amazing how a few bullets and a gun can make someone go away, no matter where or when. The screams were slowly rising above the music, but it wasn't loud enough to over power it. Shutting her eyes, she turned away from the gory mess.. blood, it was every where, thick in the musty sweat-heavy hair.
Turning around, Aaliyah headed back to her car... she wouldn't sleep well at all tonight.
SisqAlpha
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April 2007
Wednesday August 22, 2007 7:30 PM
RE: Twisted
Conal watched silently from the shadows outside of headquarters as Jason Neiman strode briskly towards the front door. He knew that the top "Negotiator" was on his way up to Big Daddy's office to fill him in on the paticulars of the new deal. "This could take a while." he muttered to himself and settled back further into the shadows. Conal lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply, killing a little time before making his own appearance before Big Daddy.
The Smoke was less than half gone when Aaliyah came storming out of the front door like a she-wolf with PMS. "Normally she's MUCH more composed than this." he thought to himself. "Her chat with the Boss must have been really unpleasant for her to lose it like this."
Normally, Aaliyah was one cold fish. Her face betrayed no emotion whatsoever no matter how distasteful she found someone to be. Conal didn't read expressions though, the eyes revealed so much more about what a person was thinking. He could see the contempt in Aaliyah's eyes whenever she looked at him. She was always in a hurry, wasting no time when she killed, and often acted on impulses that landed her in hot water with Big Daddy. They were polar opposites to each other, perhaps this was what formed the basis of their rivalry. "But damn she's hot." he thought to himself as he leered at her out of the darkness.
Conal ground out the cigarette under his booted heel and started towards the door as the Lexus roared off down the street. "Time to get this done." he thought. He was granted a certain amount of leniency where his timetables were concerned, but it was never a good idea to keep The Big Man waiting TOO long.
Conal stepped into the elevator and punched the button for the top floor. He was completely calm and relaxed when he stepped out of the elevator and headed for the massive oak doors that led to the "office". He rapped three times softly, and said "It's Conal, Sir." Then he settled back and waited for the Boss to call him in.
[Edited by SisqAlpha on Wednesday, August 22, 2007 7:31 PM]
Garnet
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March 2007
Wednesday August 22, 2007 8:10 PM
RE: Twisted
That was sheer torture, to say the least. The last thing Aaliyah wanted to do was to go about killing people without a reason. It was wrong, it was just plain wrong. Making her way out into the car she opened the passenger seat door and reached into the glove compartment. There, she brought out quite a large dagger.
What? Nothing was wrong with keeping weapons with you whenever possible, right?
Running back into the now vacated club, Aaliyah reached for the closest whore and grabbed her by the hair. She was dead, her lips were slowly beginning to turn blue, her body was so.. cold now. Giving off a deep sigh, Aaliyah decided to let out some steam. Raising the dagger to her mouth she allowed her teeth to pull of the sheath, revealing the sharp titanium.
With two heavy cuts, Aaliyah removed the head of the prostitute only leaving a trail of blood and her decapitated body behind.
After sheathing her dagger once more, Aaliyah ripped what little clothing that was on the woman off of her and wrapped the head in it. ....She just didn't want it bleeding all over the interior of the car.
Doing the same procedures as before, she zoomed back to the headquarters, the same cold look now replacing the look of anger that was once on her face. It took her five minutes to reach the building, given that she simply raced down the road once again, cutting almost everyone she saw off.
Psh, who had the balls to tell her off?
Parking and locking the car was no biggy, she was sure to grab her little.. "gift" as well. Stomping indoors, she took the elevator, having caught it just in time. Well, there was no doubt at all that the bloody bundle in her hand drew some attention, but hey; who said that she cared what other people thought?
Once she reached the top floor, she heard voices coming from within Big Daddy's office. Feh, she didn't come to see the other two males, she came to see Big Daddy. Without knocking, she stomped right in.
Striding right up to Big Daddy's desk, she threw the bloody head onto it, allowing some of the already spilled blood to splatter on his surprisingly neat desk.
"I hope you're happy." She growled to him before she turned around and headed right for the door again, paying no might what so ever to the other two that were in the room.
Pissed off? Hmph! That was an understatement.
TheCritch
Initiare RK: 1 MP: 66
Member Since:
April 2007
Wednesday August 22, 2007 8:58 PM
RE: Twisted
"My dear fellows..." suddenly Willard was cut off by a rude interruption by Aaliyah as she strode in the room and threw a gruesome bundle upon his desk and stormed out.
"Hmmmm... She's awful feisty, isn't she?" Willard chuckled. He peeled back the bloodied clothes on the bundle to reveal a severed head. He grinned and lifted it up by the hair. "Well, anyway... Jason... thank you for your services once again, you may take your leave..." Willard looked over to Conal and smiled "Once again your performance is absolutely flawless. You are fast becoming a favorite of mine... I have another job for you... There is a man by the name of Graham Bently, he's been stealing from my businesses. Although he's little more than a petty thief, he has become rather volatile lately, he's killed some of my men down at Bianccini's. Lovely restaurant... Too bad customers prefer less bloodied eateries to dine within. Take care of him... Have you ever tasted blood before Conal? You should try it sometime, it ties you to your victims, so that you might share the ravages of death together... It makes you more than a man, more than a hitman, it makes you something to be feared, something immortal in the eyes of those whom dare let their gaze wander upon you." He paused for a second and waved his hand gesturing for Conal to leave the room.
"Oh and Conal... Here's a gift..." Willard threw the severed head of the whore Aaliyah killed over to Conal. Willard smiled and turned about. What was he to do with that Aaliyah? Perhaps one day he'd make her his whore... He'd be keeping his deal after all, he only promised never to send her to the brothels... Making his room her brothel wouldn't tread on their agreement... Now would it? Perhaps that would tame her fiery temper and teach her how valuable flesh truly was...
SisqAlpha
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Thursday August 23, 2007 8:17 AM
RE: Twisted
Conal deftly caught the severed head by the hair and headed quickly towards the door. He needed to find someplace where he could think for a while. Once in the elevator, he regarded the severed head solemnly while his mind tried to process everything he had just seen. He hit the button for the basement and let his mind wander.
Aaliyah entering the room with a bag full of heads. "Man! She is one brutal bitch."
He could see the cold contempt in her every move as she threw the heads at Big Daddy, completely ignoring the two other men in the room. "Such disrespect!" His hand had strayed to the pocket where he kept the silenced Walther PPK, waiting for the sign that never came.
Instead of anger in Willard's eyes, Conal had seen a cold calculating hunger. He realized that He would never possess Aaliyah, Big Daddy had set his sights upon this tasty little tart and he wouldn't stop until he not only had her, but had completely broken her spirit as well. Conal felt a brief moment of pity for Aaliyah and quickly squashed it.
"What in the hell am I supposed to do with this head?" he wondered aloud. The praise from Big Daddy still rang in his soul, causing his spirits to soar. "I must do something fitting with this auspicious gift." he told the head. "Big Daddy doesn't part with trophies such as this all that often."
The elevator reached the basement, where the lounge was located and as the doors opened, Conal had a flash of inspiration. He strode briskly towards the double doors that led to the galley where meals were prepared for all the hitmen. Conal grinned to himself. He loved it when he got to piss on the chef's parade. When he got angry, what little English he knew was quite entertaining to say the least but Conal wasn't going to tolerate it today.
As soon as he entered the galley, he fixed the chef with a baleful glare, grabbed a paring knife, and pointed it at the chef, who was already getting ready to open his mouth.
"Don't you say a FUCKING word Guiseppe!" he thundered at the chef. "I have a gift from the Boss and I have something in mind that'll express my gratitude. Now get your fat ass over here and help or I'll cut off your balls and throw them in the soup!"
The chef's face blanched as he waddled over to where Conal stood, already going to work on the head. Conal made a cut around the top of the skull, and peeled the skin back to expose the wetly gleaming bone underneath. He tossed the scalp on the floor and laughed inwardly as the chef began to look sick. After a few more minutes, he had pared away most of the flesh from the skull and was ready to give the chef his instructions.
"Now listen closely Guiseppe, and don't you dare fuck this up or you'll answer to me when I get back."
"I want you to get a saw and cut off the top of this skull. Don't damage the brain. I want it to be flawless. Take the brain out, work your magic, make it up into a nice dinner, and serve it to the Boss tonight. IF he wants it. If not, you eat it yourself. You got this so far you condescending shit?"
The chef nodded weakly, looking like he didn't know whether he wanted to faint or vomit.
Conal sneered at him and said "Now listen closely. This is also very important. I want you to get your biggest pot, fill it with water, and boil every scrap of flesh off of this skull. I want the top turned into a goblet. Make sure it's nice, I don't want this to be some chintzy piece of crap. I want both the goblet AND the skull in my dorm before I return. Got it?"
The chef swallowed hard and nodded. Si, Signore Bull. I undertsand."
Conal nodded curtly and stalked out of the galley and headed for the records room. He had a bit of research to do on Graham Bently and he didn't have much time to do it in.
Garnet
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Thursday August 23, 2007 2:32 PM
RE: Twisted
Instead of the elevator, Aaliyah took the stairs. Her room was only four floors down, it was no big deal to walk. It's not like she wasn't capable... if it were so then she wouldn't be a hitman, would she? Each step was swift as she made her way back to her room, her one refuge.
Taking out her key card, she swiped it in its proper place beside the door. A green light flashed, indicated that the door was free for her to open. She liked the idea of key cards to the room, that way no one can just barge into her room without her permission.
Aaliyah stripped herself of her trench coat and tossed it on one of the chairs near her dining table. She didn't really understand why she needed one, she always ate alone... and that's the way she liked it.
Today's bloody massacre left Aaliyah feeling a little numb on the inside.. she wished she was never brought here. But it was either killing or allowing her body to be sold.. she'd prefer the killing.
Giving off a deep sigh, she made her way over to her bathroom, grabbing a towel on the way there. A hot shower was one of the things she needed at this moment. After entering the bathroom she shut the door and simply peeled off her clothes, revealing her thin, yet athletic figure.
Steam floated all about during her shower, the feeling of hot water droplets on her skin was just.. relaxing and perfect. If only such pleasures could last forever.
Her hands were stained with blood, but that was soon remedied with soap and fragrances. About fifteen minute later Aaliyah strolled out of the steam filled bathroom, now wearing a black tang-top and a pair of black track pants. A bit of her slim stomach was visible... at least this wasn't like a nightgown, Aaliyah had kept herself away from real pyjamas in case she was ever called out in the middle of the night.
Drying her wet hair, Aaliyah took a seat at her table and poured herself a drink. Whiskey, brandy, she didn't care.. as long as it sedated her thoughts. The glass was only a quarter full of the amber liquid, maybe less.
She decided to not report to Angelo or Big Daddy.. not for the next little while until things died down again, until she was able to get over what Big Daddy made her do tonight.
Staying in her room sounded like a pretty good idea from here on it.
Darthwedge
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Thursday August 23, 2007 7:21 PM
RE: Twisted
(OOC: Forgive the shortness, Im just very busy. It just tells you where he is.)
"Thank you sir" Jason said while bowing, putting the piece of paper on his desk. He tried to pick a spot that wasn't soaked in blood.
He left and went to the elevator, where he took that to his office. He swiped his key card and entered his office, laying down in a couch to rest for the night.
TheCritch
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Friday August 24, 2007 2:07 PM
RE: Twisted
Willard marveled at the bloody pool on his desk. She was truly delightful, almost as twisted as he was. Just how was he going to break this one? His mend delved into the dark recesses of his sadistic oblivion. He would haunt her with blood, he would paint her life a wondrous scarlet with every passing day. Soon she would brake and then... Then he would take her. He would make her his pet, his little pet Aaliyah... His smile widened as the thought of her naked with not but a black leather leash tied to his desk filled his mind. He began to laugh to himself as he rose from his desk. 'One conquest at a time' he thought to himself. And he walked out his door telling the bodyguards at the entrance to keep an eye on things... He had business to attend to...
He walked through the silent halls where all his sweet little sinners were sleeping, dreaming of there depressing little lives. His every step left thunder and haunting echoes in its wake. Finally he came across a door, the door of a certain Hitman, a little miss Aaliyah, he pulled out his dagger and knocked on the door with his heavy scarred knuckles. The knock echoed throughout the hallway. He let his grin widen as thoughts of her tied to his desk once again drifted into his twisted head.
Garnet
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Friday August 24, 2007 2:49 PM
RE: Twisted
Minutes passed by too slowly; each sip of what seemed to be scotch was growing weaker than the other. Seems like Aaliyah grew a tolerance to this stuff. Good thing, too; the last thing she'd want was staggering around drunk in this place.
Her pale, slender fingers coiled around the glass as she held it to her lips, draining whatever was left in it. After placing the glass back on the table, she leaned back in her chair, her dark eyes staring up at the ceiling. The wrong deed she did seemed to be dissipating in her mind.. oh good god she was turning into a heartless hit man...
The swarm of thoughts in her head and rudely interrupted by a knock on her door. Hmph!! Don't they know that she likes to be alone? Aaliyah was almost certain that she made that clear quite some time ago. Reaching over to her trench coat, she snatched one of her guns from her holster and made her way over to the door.
Giving a slight growl she opened the door just a small bit, enough to show part of her face if anything.
Well, this was a surprise. It's not everyday that the Big Daddy pays you a visit. Don't get me wrong, Aaliyah was still pretty pissed off with him, if he pushed her any further, she'd be liable for putting a bullet in this guy's head!
"May I help you...?" She growled in the most... polite voice she could put on right now. Obviously it took quite some effort to do so.
TheCritch
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Friday August 24, 2007 4:05 PM
RE: Twisted
Willard grinned and held up the dagger in his hand. He stared into her eyes with a carnal lust thoroughly tainted by the sadistic pleasure he derived from the fear and disgust he put into her.
"I have a job for you... However... It is... Rather complicated... Might you let your door ajar so that I might speak of it in your quarters privately... Mind you, I will not accept 'no' as an answer." he said with a most despicably twisted grin beneath his malevolent gaze.
Garnet
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Friday August 24, 2007 7:25 PM
RE: Twisted
Aaliyah was none the less surprised by the look on Willard's face before he had opened his mouth to speak to her. Her black eyes stared up at the leader with a strong hint of disgust hidden away in them.
She didn't fail to take notice of the dagger, its metal gleaming in the dimly lit hallway with the help the light from her room helped to give off. What was he planning to do with that? If he intended to stab her, that wouldn't be good... nope it wouldn't.
But she'd just have to take her chances.
Even as he noted that he wouldn't take "no" for an answer, she let out a slight snort and shook her head. "Well, sir." She started, soon taking a few steps back. "You'll have to get used to disappointment.
With another growl, she used her free hand to slam the door shut, if she was successful; she would simply go back to her table.. if not well.. looks like some thing would have to be done.
TheCritch
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Friday August 24, 2007 9:51 PM
RE: Twisted
Willard's sadistic smile soon turned into an more gruesome frown as Aaliyah began to shut the door, she obviously had no idea how low her fortunes were going to dive if she didn't smarten up and show some respect. He thrust the dagger into the door as it closed and tore out the lock.
"Aaliyah!!! Open this door!! I AM NOT IN THE MOOD FOR YOUR GAMES!!!" Willard bellowed, his words rang throughout the deserted hallway.
Willard was furious now. 'How dare she refuse me!!' he thought, he would make her beg for mercy! No one did this to him! He owned this city, he owned everything!! He owned her!
SisqAlpha
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Saturday August 25, 2007 8:24 AM
RE: Twisted
Conal stepped out of the elevator on the fourth floor and took a brief look around, decideding where he wanted to start. The entire fourth floor was dedicated to the Mafia's records. Every business transaction, bank statement, personnel file, or legal document was located on this floor, not only in paper form, but backed up on a massive super computer as well.
Conal decided the computer was his best bet. He turned right and walked down the main aisle towards the glass room located at the far end. At the entrance, Conal removed his duster, Boonie hat, and donned a pair of latex gloves. They were sticklers about minimizing any contaminants in the computer room. Upon entering the room, his skin broke out in goosebumps at the sudden change in temperature and he strode towards the single monitor in the room.
Conal booted up the system and started with a search of all the rap sheets contained in the system and soon found the mark's file. Sure enough, the guy had a laundry list of offenses; petty theft, breaking and entering, numerous assault charges, public intoxication...
Conal kept reading through his file. This guy was definately small potatoes. The Mafia allowed these guys to keep operating simply because they were good for business. Thieves knocked off small businesses, the owners would get tired of being robbed and would turn to the Mafia for protection. Always for a fee. "So why did this guy decide to start hitting businesses that are known Mafia ventures?" he wondered.
Conal noticed the mark had an alias. Grant Winstrom. He ran a search on the name and came across something moderately interesting. Prior to changing his name about 10 years ago, Winstrom had been an affluent restaraunt owner. Five restaraunts, all located in the upscale part of the city. "He was rolling in it. What happened to turn him into a thief?"
At the bottom of the page was a link to the Aquisitions file, inside, Conal struck paydirt. "Mancini's, Marcello's, Guido's pub, Sebastiano's, and.....Holy Shit. Bianccini's. " All were properties previously owned by this guy and Neiman's name was on all the forms. Oh ho, this was delicious. Time to get started. Conal logged off the system and set out to find the Boss. There was an idea tickling at his brain, but he needed the ok from the top first.
Conal stepped out of the elevator and knocked on the massive oak doors for the second time that night. No answer, strange. He tried the door and found that it was unlocked so he went inside to Big Daddy's desk. "Might as well leave him a note." Conal thought.
"Boss,
I have found some more info on Bently.
Bianccini's looks like retaliation.
He might possibly have info on the rebellion.
I would like to question this one before I waste him.
I'll be in my dorm, awaiting your response.
Conal"
Conal headed back to his dorm to make his tool selection. "The rifle isn't going to be an option this time." he muttered as he looked over his arsenal. The Walther was a definate for this particular job, but Conal decided to load it with some of his "special" rounds. The hollow points were capped off with green wax. Inside was a particularly nasty poison that he simply called Green Fire. Death was swift and excruciatingly painful, causing it's victims to scream uncontrollably until they simply fell over dead. Next he secured a few slim bladed knives in hidden sheaths in his boots, wrists, and the back of his neck. He whistled tunelessly as he made his next selections. A lead filled sap and a telescoping baton (a preferred weapon of the German police) were secured to his belt while a pair of brass knuckles went into each of the pockets on his duster. Lastly, he put a small black doctor's bag into a pack which he slung over his back. He smiled grimly as he settled down on his bed to wait for the Boss' answer.
While he was waiting, he put a call into Neiman's secretary and left a message for him to call him with any information he might have on Grant Winstrom and the business transaction. Specifically, he wanted to know how Winstrom escaped with his life while so many others hadn't. That being done, he leaned back on his bed to grab a quick catnap while he waited. "Where WAS the Boss?" he wondered as he drifted off.
Garnet
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Saturday August 25, 2007 12:07 PM
RE: Twisted
There was not a moment of silence, for Willard had started to scream at her from the other side of the door. Wow, he just didn't give up, did he? But then again, if he was the type to give up easily he would never be in the position he's in right now.
Running into her room she quickly changed off into a pair of black low rise jeans. Ugh, did she really have to do this? Attaching her belt, she quickly placed her guns at the side holsters... could never be too safe, right?
There wasn't really much time to grab a sweater, the more she kept the big guy waiting the more likeliness of him stabbing her with that dagger of his. Rushing out to the door she swung it wide open and stepped outside to face Willard, her brows furrowed in slight anger.
"What?" She hissed as she shut the door behind her and stepped off to the side. "You have other hit men you could bother, you know that?" Pausing, she folded her arms over her chest. "Honestly, what could be so important that you couldn't wait until tomorrow to tell me? Couldn't you tell Angelo or Bull or even that business man Jason? "
Glancing too the door, she did her best to avoid his sadistic gaze. Dear god, did he just rip the lock off of her door?! That little..! Looks like she'd have to get that fixed as soon as possible.
StoicFervor
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Thursday August 30, 2007 4:25 PM
RE: Twisted
Maledire!*
Victor stared at the newsman stoically, his mind barely registering what the usually outspoken man had just whispered excitedly to him. He forced himself to maintain eye contact with the seller, his other senses going on high alert as he was told details.
Why would Big Daddy have those whores murdered? Revenge? None of the victims were rebels, not that I know of. A random act of insanity? Possibly. A lesson to other whores? Why, when he controls them all anyways, directly or indirectly.
Thanking the newsman, he walked away, his mind racing through its thoughts while he kept an eye out for police or possible mafia hitmen, pulling his suitcoat a little tighter around him.
An emotionally reserved man since the deaths of his family members, Victor wasn't prone to emotional outbursts, a callousness that only thickened as he witnessed more and more atrocities committed by the mafia. Pulling his jacket closer to him for warmth, he let the cold wind whip through his black hair, his green eyes straining to peer into the shadows cast by the streetlights overhead, the pale yellow light jaundicing his olive skin. Walking an erratic path to shake any potential trackers, he made his way to a nearly abandoned apartment complex. He slipped through a small trapdoor in one of the residences, climbing down a metal rung ladder leading to a tunnel. Following the tunnel, he paused and answered a whispered challenge, proceeding only after the bright beam of a flashlight flashed across his face.
Finding himself in an underground complex, he made his way directly to his room to be alone with his thoughts. Calling it a room might be stretching the truth, it was little more than a large closet, barely big enough for its spartan furnishings. A lamp atop a small metal desk lit the interior, the light showing the other furniture: a small twin mattress he used for a bed set on the floor and a wooden wardrobe for his clothes. Sighing, stripped down to boxers before pulling a robe on and heading to the showers in the communal bathroom. Thankfully it was vacant, leaving Victor alone with his thoughts.
Five more girls...six if you included the one from the earlier double gunning. Six girls, who probably wanted little more than a secure life and money for food, family, whatever... Six girls who were like Giovanna...will their families try to investigate, only to be slaughtered as well? Or will they be scared, grieving their losses, but thankful that they can continue their miserable existance?
The water massaged his hardened skin, his muscles relaxing under the warm touch while it lasted, but all too soon he found it turning ice cold. Supressing a shiver, he toweled off and donned the cotton robe, one of the few luxuries he allowed himself. Returning to his room, he locked the door and tossed the towel and robe over the back of his chair, turning off his light before laying down, his weapons within easy reach. Laying on his back, he stared at the ceiling, thoughts of the dead girls floating from his mind, replaced by memories of an earlier, simpler life with his family as he drifted into an uneasy sleep.
[OOC: *Damn!]
TheCritch
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Thursday August 30, 2007 7:03 PM
RE: Twisted
Willard let a smile crawl across his visage.
"Ah but that's just it my dear! They are going to be involved in this... But you... You will be quite invaluable, if not the most invaluable instrument in this little drama I've cooked up..." said Willard musingly. Willard widened his grin and further creased the taut wrinkles on his aging face.
"You see only a woman willing to let loose the blood of others despite her own moral objections could smite the man I wish to have removed from my sight! A certain Pascal LeRiviere, a foreigner from Paris... He has become quite the problem lately. He's brought with him from Paris his entire family and all those tied to him thus. His "business" was quite successful in Paris and now he thinks he can move in on my territory. The plan is rather simple. You see he has a problem with monogamous relationships and thus he has also developed a taste for whores, however the only brothel near the docks where he has decided to set up shop is clean of purchasable flesh, thanks to you... Now you and some other little actresses of mine are going to pose as the new flesh for sale in that now vacated bordello. You will seduce Pascal and then when he has had his taste and ONLY after he has had his taste, you will kill him, he will be suspicious of you until his "needs" have been fulfilled so do not forget that careful instruction... Do not even think about doing otherwise or you'll find yourself in that whorehouse nothing short of 24-7... Understand?" said the sadist.
Willard let his piercing eye's wander over here slender form. She was perfect for this job and even if she refused he'd still see that peach in a whorehouse, his past pact with her had yielded such wondrous results indeed.
Garnet
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Friday August 31, 2007 4:25 PM
RE: Twisted
Aaliyah eyes wandered as Willard began to explain things, her dark pools trailed the hallway, as if making sure no one else was really listening in on this. For the first little bit, she wasn't paying attention at all? Why should she?
But then he spoke about her having to seduce a man...
"Hold on, wait a second!" She growled once he was finished, "What do you mean by taste? I am not sleeping with any man, understood?!" Aaliyah shouted, her voice echoing off of the hallway walls. "Threatening me with the whore house is no excuse! I thought you were a man of his word!" Poor Aaliyah, little did she know that arguing wasn't going to help her at all in this.
She could've sworn she caught a glimpse of his eyes wandering... Grumbling, Aaliyah folded her arms tighter over her chest. Maybe he was actually serious about the whore house this time...? Giving herself a moment to think this over...
"If I don't have to sleep with him, I'll do it.." She mumbled in a slightly defeated voice.
Oh boy..
TheCritch
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Friday August 31, 2007 7:24 PM
RE: Twisted
"My, my, my... Dear child... You must understand... No sooner than you can cringe at the suggestion of fornication will he have thrust a hoary rusted blade into your worthless cunt!!! He is a very suspicious man, you'll not have the opportunity to kill him unless you can slake his lust. You will also not be using a gun... You will take this dagger..." Willard held out the dagger to Aaliyah.
"Now my dear, I'm well aware that you're more than simply against bedding this fellow but... It's either this or you'll be bedding plenty more. " Willard's sultry voice was thick with taint as these words crept from his maw.
Garnet
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March 2007
Friday August 31, 2007 7:45 PM
RE: Twisted
The words he said made Aaliyah's eyes widen to a fraction of their real size. How dare he?! Her arms dropped from her sides as she took a few offensive steps towards the leader with the most angered and bewildered look on her pretty face.
"You get one thing straight.." She fumed, her right index finger raising to point at the leader as her other hand ripped the dagger from his grasp. "You appointed me to this job and I will do it my way, whether you like it or not. I don't see why I can't just appear at his bed window and shoot him in the head like I've done to the many others!"
Turning away, she took a few steps forwards... but then she froze. "And another thing.." Glancing over her right shoulder, Aaliyah levelled him with a deathly glare. "I'm not a child."
TheCritch
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Friday August 31, 2007 8:16 PM
RE: Twisted
"Fine...Try it your way... You shall soon see the error in your thinking... What a waste of skin you've turned out to be..." Willard said with a slight frown... He turned about and began to walk down the Hallway towards the elevator. She would see his way soon enough...
Garnet
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March 2007
Friday August 31, 2007 8:44 PM
RE: Twisted
Given that the lock by her door was broken now, Aaliyah couldn't go back in her room even if she wanted to. Growling to herself, she went out to her car, her body beginning to feel the chill of the night air.
Grabbing her jeys out of her pocket she pressed the alarm to unlock her car. She always carried her keys with her, it was a given. Sitting in her car, Aaliyah slammed her fist against the steering wheel out of anger.
"That bastard!!!" She cursed loudly as her head pressed to the head rest of her chair. Should she drive? Maybe she should just stay here... in her beautiful Lexus. Maybe.. she should do things Willard's way... He did threaten to put her away in those brothels.
Giving off a confused sigh, Aaliyah racked her brain, trying to find the right answer to this. The dagger in her left hand gleamed, the blade of it slowly beginning to cut into the soft flesh of her palm. Tossing it onto the seat she pressed her head against the steering wheel.
What to do? What to do?
Darthwedge
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May 2007
Saturday September 1, 2007 7:27 PM
RE: Twisted
Jason walked into the spacious office, throwing his coat and briefcase on a sofa. He walked over to his desk where he switched on the computer. He sat down on the comforatable chair, rain pounding on the outer windows of his upper level office.
He inputed his password into the computer, the soft blue light pouring out into the dimly lit room. After he surfed around on the internet for a while, he left his desk and walked into the second room of the office.
This was his room and bath area, he changed out of his suit and into a more comforatable robe. The soft black silk felt lovely against his body.
He walked back to his desk and began to go to work on the computer again.
Garnet
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March 2007
Sunday September 2, 2007 11:26 AM
RE: Twisted
Aaliyah sat in her car for some time, the back of her head pressing against the head rest of the driver's seat, many thoughts flooding her mind at the moment. Should she go now? Would it be a good idea?
Well, better to get it over with, right?
Placing her key in the ignition, Aaliyah allowed the car's engine to purr to life. After, she quickly slammed on the gas and zoomed down the street. The sooner, the better... but she had to go somewhere first.
She stopped at a boutique and pushed by all those who got in her way or asked if they could help. Psh, she needed no one! It didn't take her long to find exactly what she needed. A beautiful crimson dress, made of satin. This would work... The top was halter, allowing the material to tie at the back.. But there was one thing she simply didn't like.
There was a long slit that travelled up her leg and to her thigh, revealing quite a bit of skin. Ugh. Aaliyah used her debit card to pay for it before she ran into the change room and quickly threw it on, ripping off all tags in the process.
One step down, only a few more to go.
StoicFervor
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June 2007
Sunday September 2, 2007 3:20 PM
RE: Twisted
There was a knock on the door. Jerking awake, Victor sat up in the darkness, hand aiming his pistol at the door, thumb pulling the hammer back out of reflex.
"Come in."
Light poured into his room as the door opened, outlining the shadowed but definitely feminine body of his boss, Angelina. Tall and well-figured, she could have been a top model. If she hadn't taken personal offense to the mafia, that is. Victor didn't know what happened to her. She didn't say, and he was never curious or stupid enough to ask. It was enough for him to know that she liked mobsters one way: dead. Setting his gun down, he turned on his lamp and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"Can't a guy even sleep?"
"Well, good morning to you too sunshine." Angelina walked in, tossing a file onto Victor's lap. "We just got word from a friend. Not only do we have our own mob to worry about, but now even they have competition moving in. That's Pascal LeRiviere, a Frenchman who just moved into town. Apparently, he believes that he can set up shop here and Big Daddy wouldn't mind. Normally we'd let them kill each other off, but our boss wants us to nip this in the bud to prevent unnecessary bloodshed. Here's what we know..."
As she droned on, listing addresses and known business dealings, Victor just shook his head in wonder. As business-like as she was beautiful, Angelina sure could be a pain sometimes. Does she ever loosen up? Looking up from the file, he interrupted.
"Why me?" He watched her face closely. "I just got back..." his voice trailed off as he checked his watch "what, seven hours ago?"
He closed the file and held it out. "Get someone else to do it."
She let out an undignified snort of disapproval that would've made him contemplate throwing her out of the room if she wasn't his boss. "Because we need someone heartless, but smart. Pascal has a tendancy to prefer...'gentle' company, if you were...from females other than his wife. If he has a guest when you get there, the woman isn't to be harmed. Anyone else would kill off the witnesses. You, on the other hand, seem to have a way of persuading females to keep quiet. Just get the job done."
With that, she turned and stalked out, leaving Victor alone.
Beautiful, smart, all business and a heartless bitch...no wonder I hate appreciating how Angelina runs things.
He took a few moments to memorize the most likely addresses and the photos of the Frenchman and his family, close associates. He then got dressed, making sure his weapons were cleaned and ready for use. He threw on blue jeans, dark work boots, a black t-shirt and a loose woolen overcoat, one pistol in a shoulder holster under the jacket, a backup strapped to one ankle and a knife sheathed over the other. Dropping a silencer into a pocket, he turned off the light and closed the door to his room as he headed out.
Might as well get this over with.
[Edited by StoicFervor on Sunday, September 2, 2007 3:22 PM]
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Sunday September 2, 2007 8:39 PM
RE: Twisted
Aaliyah had started her car and simply zoomed down the street. She knew where this guy lived, she saw him around the area before. Let's just say she had quite some time on her hands before. Her old clothes were folded nicely and placed on the seat beside her, the dagger sitting on top of them for now.
Sighing she turned into the neighbourhood, looking out for the fairly large, red bricked house. Aaliyah decided to park around the corner, her car was quite distinguishable.. anyone could know she was here.
Coming to a stop, she parked the car, took the key out, grabbed the dagger and locked the door. Ugh, this was going to be a pain. The last thing Aaliyah ever wanted was having a man's hands all over her.
Wait, weren't the other whores supposed to be here, too? Maybe he'll pick them instead of her. Then she could just stab him and run! Yes! That was a good idea! Strolling up to the steps she gently knocked on the door, trying to make her looks play the part. She attached the belt to a sheath at her thigh, allowing the fabric of the dress to conceal the weapon for now.
A guard came and opened the door, he was tall, and slightly gaunt. His dark eyes gave Aaliyah a scan before he licked his lips. Ugh, this just made Aaliyah was to puke. Once she was allowed in, she gave a slight nod to him and strolled in. She'd get the job done soon if she didn't get lost in here.
Feeling a strong hand wrap around her upper arm, Aaliyah's eye's shot to that direction. It was quite an aged man, this was the man she was looking for. Before she could think twice, she was pulled into a dim room, her back pressed up against a wall.
"Another new whore?" The man said, his french accent thicker than the air around them. He pinned Aaliyah's arms to her sides as he kissed hungrily at her neck and jaw line. All Aaliyah could think about at this point was puking.
She had to play the roll, didn't she? Slipping her arms out of his grasp, she wrapped them around his neck, pushing her body more against him as he continued to kiss at her skin.
Please, let this be over soon.
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Sunday September 2, 2007 9:25 PM
RE: Twisted
Victor wandered the back alleys and city streets, making his way in the general direction of Frenchie's house. Looking for a viable disguise, he spotted a small delivery service truck sitting in an alley next to a small business complex. Slipping into the back of it, he'd waited for the driver to appear. Once the man sat in the seat, it was a simple matter to knock him out and drag the unconscious body into the bad to borrow his clothes. Slightly baggy, they fit relatively decent as he drove to the mark's address. Pausing around the corner, he'd attached the silencer to his pistol, leaving the harness in the truck with his clothes and the driver, now bound, gagged, and blindfolded. Pulling up to the red brick house, he parked the truck along the curb at the end of the drive.
Showtime.
Holding his pistol in hand under a box, he balanced a clipboard on top as he made his way to the door and pressed the bell. A man answered, tall and somewhat built, a pistol in his hand. Victor recognized him as Pascal's main bodyguard.
"Good evening, sir. Sorry to inconvenience you, but I have a package here for a Mr. Follett. If you'd be so kind as to sign for-"
"There's no Follett here. You have the wrong house."
That's what you think.
"Sir, this is a guaranteed delivery package, and this is the address it need to be at. Now, if you'd just sign the clipboard..."
"I'm telling you, there, no Follett here! Are you deaf AND stupid?! Now get ou-"
The bodyguard's arguement was cut off suddenly as Victor thrust the package into his arms, the muzzle of the silencer pressing against the guard's chest. Before the guard had a chance to realize what'd happened, Victor sent two rounds into his chest, his free hand grabbing the front of the man's shirt to slow his fall to the ground.
Once down, Victor drug the man from the doorway and closed the door, picking up the guard's pistol before settling the package down next to the door. Leaning down, he grinned and whispered.
"Terribly sorry. You weren't the intended recipient. Allow me to correct my mistake."
Tucking the unsilenced pistol into the back of his pants, he did a quick search of the ground floor, coming across a door cracked open. Leaning close, he heard the sound of wet kissing coming from within. A quick glance showed the back of his target to the door, his face pressing against a woman's neck and shoulder apparently.
Not seeing any guards or weapons nearby, he took one last look around the hall before easing the door open just enough for him to squeeze in. Catching the girl's eyes, he held a finger in front of his mouth to tell her to remain quiet as he brought up the silenced pistol. Shifting to the side slightly so the bullet wouldn't hit her on accident, he started pulling the trigger.
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Sunday September 2, 2007 9:44 PM
RE: Twisted
Aaliyah felt disgusting, not once did she allow this man to go anywhere near her lips. One thing was certain, though. The minute she got back, she was taking the longest shower, ever.
As he continued to kiss at her flesh, she swore she felt his hand reach for the knot of her dress, hoping to undo the top. Slapping his hand away, it caused him to stop and simply stare down at her.
"You like to play hard to get, eh?" He inquired, this only caused Aaliyah to roll her eyes slightly. Of course, that got her quite a hard shove against the wall before he went greedily at her skin again.
Above the man's moans of pleasure, she heard the door gently creak open. Glancing to her right she saw another man slip in, a gun in his hands. Aaliyah only levelled this man with a glare.
Hmph!! This was her job! Just who did this guy think he was? ..He was with the rebellion, was he? With her left hand, she motioned to her thigh, as if silently telling him that she was armed.
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Sunday September 2, 2007 10:16 PM
RE: Twisted
Victor hesitated for a second when he saw the girl motion to her thigh. Only for a second though, when he whistled gently, finger already pulling the trigger the rest of the way.
There was something intriguing about the shot. The soft, muffled pop of the bullet leaving his pistol did no justice to the end result. Pascal had been startled by his whistle, hands sliding off the girl as he turned away to see what the intrusion was. That resulted in the bullet entering his skull via his right eye, a tidy entrance compared to the mass exit out the back of his cranium. Hydro-shock hollowpoints expand rather quickly once they hit, and that shot lived up to expectations. Luckily for the girl, the target had been far enough away for the gray matter and bits of skull to splatter onto the wall rather than her red dress.
He watched the body crumple backwards to the thick carpeting, his gun never wavering as he shifted it slightly towards the girl. He gave her a quick appraising look before meeting her eyes again. He was tempted to shoot her out of general purpose. If he let her go, that's one more hitman Big Daddy would have available. And even though he was sure Angelina would make an exception if he killed this woman, there was something about her eyes that shook him.
"Since you say you're armed, I'll just assume that you're a hitman with the mafia. That leaves me torn. On one hand, I hate mobs and anyone that works for them. On the other, you haven't been hostile...yet.
"I'm planning on doing a quick search for money and valuables before I leave. You have several choices on what to do. You can leave quietly and forget you saw me, just go home. Or you can toss your weapon to the side and stand there while I search. I really don't care which you choose of those. Either way, you can claim that you got your kill, so you get paid.
"However, if you choose to be agressive, I will shoot you. The call is yours."
He took a step back, allowing him to watch her whole body as he waited for her to decide.
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Sunday September 2, 2007 10:32 PM
RE: Twisted
Aaliyah wondered just what this man was going to do. Before she knew it, the man who was practically all over her turned around to face the other man, only to receive a bullet in his eye, making his skull and brains splatter on the wall behind her.
Just for precautions, she stepped aside, she didn't want to feel more disgusting than she already was. Her dark eyes rose to meet with this other man, watching him in silence for now as he spoke and spoke about sheer nonsense that didn't really matter that much to her at this point.
Her right hand reached to her thigh and drew out the dagger, her slender fingers grasping the handle tightly. "I'm sorry but," she paused, allowing her eyes to scan her new opponent. He had a gun, she didn't.
Damn it!! She knew she should've used her guns instead! "You took my job. I can't let you leave alive." Her voice was as smooth as silk, never once stuttering or stammering at all. She knew what she wanted to say, a hit man did have to be a smooth talker as well.
"If you want to shoot me, by all means, go right ahead." Aaliyah was nearly taunting him now, seeing if he really would shoot her. She spread her legs out slightly, allowing herself to get a bit more balance in case he attacked or she had to charge at him.
It was on.
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Sunday September 2, 2007 10:46 PM
RE: Twisted
Victor sighed.
Were all females this stubborn, or just the ones that look good? Then again, most of them also knew what they were doing. This could get tricky. And why did she have to have eyes like Giovanna used to?!
He watched as the woman set up, balanced for an attack but not charging yet. Smart move, seeing as how he could probably put two rounds into her by the time she reached him. He raised an eyebrow at her words, then gave a small shrug, his other hand reaching behind him to pull the other pistol, both pointed at her.
"Didn't know someone else was planning on killing Frenchie. You can claim the kill all you want, won't bother me. Hell, stab him with the knife if you want, he won't mind." He lowered the silenced pistol towards the corpse and shot it, the body jumping slightly with the impact as he aimed back at her, neither hand wavering.
"But really, you're a beautiful girl, and you seem like you'd be smart. Do you really want to fight over who killed him? Or is this professional pride and integrity speaking?"
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Sunday September 2, 2007 11:01 PM
RE: Twisted
He had quite a sense of humor, really he did. Much different than the men she worked with, I mean, he seemed to be hiding something, but Aaliyah wasn't able to put her finger on just what it was.
Even as he shot the body, Aaliyah didn't jump. The alarming sound of a gunshot never bothered her anymore, she simply got used to it over time. She watched as the body jumped only to fall back dead.
The last little line he muttered seemed to really get under her skin. Letting out a slight growl, she hurled the dagger at him in sheer rage. She wasn't really paying attention to the aim, Aaliyah wouldn't be surprised if it missed him by a mile; she would have to be damn lucky if she managed to hit this guy with a blind shot like that.
"There's a law, I have no choice but to kill you. If anything, you should be the one leaving, not me." Well, it seemed that her temper seemed to be getting the better of her now, the tone of her voice grew more sharp and threatening.
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Sunday September 2, 2007 11:15 PM
RE: Twisted
Victor twisted his shoulders, guns never leaving the girl as the dagger spun by. It seemed that, contrary to his intent of calming her down and getting her to leave, he'd just upset her more. What was her problem? He couldn't help but let out a laugh at her words though.
"A law? A rule made by a government that's being puppeted by a man obsessed with power and bent on hurting people? Call it a law if you want, I think it's just stupid."
He sighed, walked sideways to the door, guns never leaving the angry woman's body until he was at the doorway. With a quick glance out to ensure that no one was coming to investigate, he gave her one last look and nodded his head to her, a small smile playing on his lips.
"As you wish, m'lady. If you would just give me the benefit of a thirty second headstart, you will never see me again professionally, with luck."
With that, he backed out, pistols covering both ends of the hall as he hurried to the door. Pausing only to pick up the package and clipboard, he tucked them under his arm and ran to the street, tossing the guns beside him as he started the truck and drove off, not slowly but in no particular hurry either.
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Sunday September 2, 2007 11:40 PM
RE: Twisted
Aaliyah's lips twisted into quite a frown as she watched his man leave. Psh! She only hoped that she never saw this man again! After he left, she rushed forwards and grabbed the dagger, and soon after that she ran out of the door, ignoring anyone who wanted to get in her way at any point.
She hated this dress, she really did. Aaliyah hurried after this man, trying to follow him as much as she could. However, he seemed to be out of sight at the moment. Growling to herself she made her way to her car and simply unlocked it and sat inside.
Her fist slammed against the steering wheel in anger, she didn't like how this night turned out... Big Daddy was going to be furious.. Worst of all.. the brothels.
She'd have to argue her way out of that, she just had to! Aaliyah's head swam again to the point where her temples throbbed. Great, a headache.
Starting the car she zoomed down the street, not really checking if anyone was bothering to follow her. Feh, let them. She was bound to get shot one way or another.
All Aaliyah wanted to do was take a long shower and sleep. Was that so hard to ask for?
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Monday September 3, 2007 9:49 AM
RE: Twisted
Victor left the delivery truck and still tied up driver in a small alley. After changing back into his clothes, he made his way back to the rebellion's hideout. His mind was racing as he made his way there, wondering who the female had been, and cursing how he'd reacted. He should've killed her anyways, despite Angelina's orders. The woman was a hitman for the mob. She probably had more blood on her hands than some others.
Walking through the small underground complex, he didn't bother going to his room, heading straight to to Angelina's instead. He gave her door a few hard knocks, slightly surprised to hear an almost immediate response. He threw the door open and walked in, stopping as he watched the movements of the two people in her bed covering up quickly. He recognized Paulo, one of the intel experts.
So she can loosen up...that's nice. He looked at Angelina and got right to business.
"Evidently, Big Daddy didn't like the competition. The woman with Pascal is a hitman."
Angelina looked back at him, no emotion or trace of surprise showing on her face.
"So she's dead too, right?"
Victor let out a sarcastic laugh. "And violate your orders for not killing the girl Frenchie had with him? No...she's still alive and in one piece. Or was when I left."
Paulo looked up, startled. "But you let the enemy go...if you'd taken her prisoner, we could've gott-" He paused in mid-sentence as Victor leveled the silenced pistol at him.
"Don't. Tell me. What I. Should have done. Got it?"
Angelina frowned and motioned for Victor to lower the gun, trying to defuse the situation. "Could you identify her?"
Victor slowly lowered the gun to his side, the memory of the girl's face etched into his mind like a stone carving chiseled in a block of marble. It wasn't hard to picture, and except for the look of anger she'd had at the end when she'd thrown the dagger, very pleasant to think of.
"Yeah. I could if I saw her again. But I didn't exactly trade phone numbers with her."
He turned away and started to walk out, pausing to turn back. "And don't you ever send me out like that again."
He slammed the door behind him and stalked back to his room. Closing the door, he undressed and sat at his desk, cleaning and reloading the guns before he lay down to go back to sleep.
[Edited by StoicFervor on Monday, September 3, 2007 9:52 AM]
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Monday September 3, 2007 11:45 AM
RE: Twisted
It was moments before Aaliyah returned to headquarters, storming in like she always did. This time, she practically ran to her room, the last thing she wanted was anyone seeing her in this wretched dress!
She took yet another shower as she tried to wash the current dirty feeling off of her body. She scrubbed her neck especially until it was red, god that man...
Once she was done she changed into her black capris and tank top before she simply sat on her bed. Despite how worried of Big Daddy she was, Aaliyah couldn't help but wonder about that... other man.
What was he doing there? Why didn't he shoot her like most would have? Grumbling, she threw herself back onto the bed and simply stared up at the ceiling for now. Hopefully time would fly by fast enough for her, and the sun will rise yet again.
~*OOC: Sorry that was so short.. *~
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Tuesday September 4, 2007 8:12 PM
RE: Twisted
Victor woke up, mind still in a haze and confused about the female he'd seen the night before. Not only had she brought back memories of his sister, but then he had dreams of doing things with the woman that he wouldn't begin to think of doing with family. Having spent most of his night tossing and turning to get rid of those ideas, he finally admitted defeat and got up, slowly lurching to the makeshift kitchen/cafeteria to get some breakfast after he'd dressed. A quick glance at his watch proved that he should have been waking up anyways.
As he sat slumped in a small booth, stirring sugar into his second cup of coffee, he was violently pulled from his thoughts by the sound and movement of a tall stack of folders landing on his table, spilling his drink.
Cursing under his breath and looking up after he wiped away the steaming beverage, he saw Angelina standing there, dressed prim and proper as always, a finger tipped with a well-manicured nail pressed to the top of the files.
"Flip through these, find out who the other assassin was. I want to know if it's one of Big Daddy's associates, a freelancer, or if someone new is trying to break on the scene."
Victor forced a small, grim smile onto his face to replace the frown he had at being disturbed.
"Good morning to you, too. Nice to see that you weren't kept up late with extra-curricular activities last night."
Angelina huffed and turned, walking away.
"Do that again, and I'll be sure to send you out on missions you hate," she replied over her shoulder as she left the cafe.
What a bitch, Victor thought before he reached for the top dossier, motioning for a worker to bring him a pot of coffee. It's gonna be a long day.
He spent the next few hours looking through personnel files of every known female who worked for Big Daddy, a messanger stopping by every half hour or so to bring him more files and taking away the ones he'd already seen and discarded. He was starting to think he had encountered a newcomer when he found the one he was looking for.
Aaliyah Pillanski.Nice ring to it. The name circling in his brain as he looked down at the pictures in the profile, drawn to the same dark eyes that he'd seen in person the night before. Not much other information was given.
A student at the local university, she was supposedly kidnapped. She reappeared later as a hitman in Big Daddy's organization, and is currently second in command.
Victor pushed the other files to the edge of the table, eyes scanning the intel as he read and reread the information in her file. Whoa. Big Daddy must have wanted Pascal taken out pretty bad. Wonder why she didn't just kill him when she had the chance. Why go through the whole charade of seduction? Does she get her kicks out of catching men off guard like that? Then why didn't she kill him when she saw I was there? Maybe she upset her boss and this was his revenge. Big Daddy sure can toy with people when he wants to get his point across.
He flipped through the few pictures they had of her, mostly shots taken from a long distance by surveillance teams watching the mafioso headquarters building. He laid a clear close up of her head and upper body on top, just looking at the pic, studying it intently. He felt himself being drawn to her again, the cool look in her eyes, the flame of angry crimson flush he'd seen on her normally pale cheeks. He blinked as he remembered how she'd looked wrapped in the red satin dress, began picturing what it'd be like to hold her in his arms; no mafia, no rebellion between the two of them. He let out a small, forced laugh. A distant resemblance to his sister may have stopped him from pulling the trigger, but there was little to no chance she'd ever be with him.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he sat back, forcing himself to look at her picture as if it were a target, with a cold indifference. A couple questions still poked through the back of his consciousness though: Who are you, Aaliyah? What's your story?
[Edited by StoicFervor on Tuesday, September 4, 2007 8:32 PM]
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Friday September 7, 2007 8:45 AM
RE: Twisted
Conal's eyes snapped open and he quickly checked his watch. Four hours had passed since he layed down, he hadn't gotten this much sleep in a while. He rolled out of bed and checked his phone for messages. Nothing.
That's odd. I should have heard something from someone by now. I wonder why they haven't called..... No matter. perhaps it was better to take a more proactive approach to the matter.
Why the hell did Neiman allow this guy to walk? So many others were whacked for even the slightest resistance to the Mafia's requests. Hell, sometimes they were killed even if they DIDN'T resist.
Something about the situation wasn't quite right. Conal got up grabbed a thousand dollars out of the drawer of his dresser, all hundereds. He was going to have to go find Pudge to track this guy down. If anyone knew where this piece of shit was, it would be Pudge.
But first, I've got to pay Neiman a visit.
Conal stepped out of the elevator and headed for the nicer apartments which were reserved for the more prominent members of the Mafia. He knocked loudly on the door and waited for someone to answer.
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Saturday September 8, 2007 11:59 AM
RE: Twisted
A few hours later, she awoke. Her eyes were heavy and slightly groggy as she sat up in bed, her hands rising to gently rub her eyes. She must've dozed off... well, last night did tire her out a little.
Shrugging slightly, Aaliyah rose and did her morning ritual, making herself look fresh and ready for today as she changed off into a thin black sweater and a pair of black jeans. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, like always.
Should she get some breakfast? That was something she usually would debate first thing in the morning... but for some reason she just didn't feel like eating at the moment. Aaliyah made her way down a few levels into the main cafeteria or dining area as some would call it.
Grabbing an energy bar she soon ran out and made her way down a few levels more into the hit man... lounge, if you will. Making her way past a few areas she took her seat in one of the chairs, her legs swinging up and resting on a desk and she opened and quietly munched on her energy bar.
Hopefully today wouldn't be nearly as eventful.
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Sunday September 9, 2007 9:43 PM
RE: Twisted
Victor didn't have any idea how long he just sat there, looking at Aaliyah's file. He barely noticed when the courier silently took the other files away. He only took his attention from the folder when he heard a cough by his side. Looking up, he saw Angelina standing there. She started to say something when he cut her off.
"Found it...Aaliyah Pillanski. Evidently Big Daddy wanted Frenchie killed more than we did, if he was sending his number two hitman to finish him off."
Angelina just crossed her arms and leveled him with a stare.
"Has the thought occured to you that Pascal, like most stereotypical males, is a chauvanist pig and wouldn't expect a female, especially one dressed like a whore, to be a ruthless killer?"
Victor started to open his mouth to argue when he stopped himself. What's the point in arguing? Better to let her have it her way. Angelina continued with her commentary and instructions.
"Whatever the reasoning, she was there to kill him until you interupted her plans. And congradulations, you have new orders. Since you two know each other, you're to find her again and bring her in for questioning. Don't kill her unless you absolutely have to, but the higher ups want a chance to interrogate her, and possibly turn her to our side."
Victor let out a contemptuous snort. "So, Paulo got his way huh? And let me guess, if this kidnapping works out, he gets the credit for thinking the whole mess up, but if it gets shot to shit, it's my fault? Lovely how he keeps his hands clean."
Snatching up Aaliyah's file, he stood and slid his way past Angelina. "Since you're so absolutely desperate to meet her, I'll be out in town. I'll call if I need anything. Hope you and Paulo enjoy celebrating the conception of your wonderful plan."
He hurried off, Angelina's retort going unheard as he made his way to his room. He grabbed his coat and weapons, strapping them on in their various holsters and sheaths. Stopping by the armory, he picked up extra ammo for the guns. While there hadn't been shooting the first time they'd met, Victor had a feeling that Aaliyah wouldn't just throw a dagger at him this time. He made his way out the tunnels, surfacing behind a small shopping mall. He wandered around in the daylight, trying to figure out how he could do his job without getting shot or having to shoot her himself.
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