𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝙳 ( Tails )

[katt]

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It's eight forty five, you've been at The Hallowed for almost three hours now. In this time you've witnessed a few, let's say unpleasant, things take place. From hearing the screams of a terrorist being brutally tortured echo around backstage, to seeing the blood of a popular Messenger seep underneath the VIP room door and into the corridor, it's fair to assume these godlike people don't live the lives that they tell Vogue they do. At one point you even heard gun shots and screaming coming from mainstage but due to mysterious circumstances they seem to fine now , cheering on the last act. 


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[Death]

He looked down, the revolver in his hand; and he loaded the last bullet. He'd been sitting on a cardboard box back in some area where he knew he could stake out without any unwanted visitors barging in. The was a satisfying click as he fastened the chamber back into the gun, and gave it a spin- the sound never got old to him. He found it rather hard to see behind the simple scary mask he was wearing; but it'd do in covering his identity.

Making sure the safety was on the gun so he wouldn't blow his ass off, he tucked into the waist of his trousers and straightened his hoody so it covered the gun. Time to get to work. He jumped off of the crate and as silent as a man wearing brown work boots can be, he snuck his way toward where he had heard that Terrorist being tortured, figuring he'd save the poor sumbitch before the Messengers mind controlled him or some other fucked up shit like that.

[katt]

You begin to progress through the labyrinth of poorly light corridors, all of the stage crew are just offstage to make sure everything runs smoothly so the whole place feels next to abandoned. The holding cell/torture room has been hidden under the alias of "Restricted" earlier today you'd checked it out, a strange buzzing came from behind the door and wall around it was cold to the touch. Needless to say you didn't have any strong inclination to stick around. Turning the penultimate corner you pick up two voices coming closer.

"Hang on, I should go first, I know this place better than you do"

"After you."

[Death]

Damn if only he'd brought his camera; the things back here would be incriminating enough to put the Pope behind bars. He thinks about the Pope for a second, before drawing the revolver tucked into his trousers. He thumbs the safety switch off and points the gun at the corner, so that the first thing anyone would see as they turned the corner is the barrel of a gun.

[katt]

Just when you think they're about to round the corner, the sound of their foot steps abruptly stop and the conversation dies down. You're resorted to straining to hear anything for a couple of seconds and then there's a soft click followed by the heavy thud of fire doors being opened outwards.

"Alright, let's hightail it out of here."

You hear a murmur of agreement and are able to distinguish that one of these two people is a younger girl while the other seems to be the older man who you observed being carried in by the unofficial leader of The Messengers, Isaiah. If you want to follow them you better make a move sharpish, they've already gone out the door and into the night-- not like it would be hard to follow them.

[Death]

His boots patter softly across the ground as he forces himself to move with as much speed and silence as possible. His revolver is pointed toward the ground as he peeks around the corner to follow their movements, his trigger discipline is still sharp even in this time of adrenalin and lack of forethought. The mask's creepy, stitched grin glows ominously as the L.E.Ds installed give it a faint glow. He didn't care if it could give his position away and was rather uncomfortable in front of his mouth, but it was stylish and spooky as heck.

The dull metal of the revolver glints in the night as the light hits it at the right angle, and he proceeds forward, as silent as a church mouse; following closely behind them.

[katt]

You can now clearly hear the screams of the audience, sounds of delight and awe echoing from main-stage. It takes allot of self restraint not to turn around and have a quick look at what's going on but you persevere, sneaking through the wet grass as the moon silhouettes you. After a few long minutes of silent walking the pair are faced with a security checkpoint where two guards approach them, weapons raised. In one swift movement the younger girl waves a hand at them, making them freeze before their arms fall by their sides and a blank look consumes them. She must be one of them freaks, a "messenger" or whatever they're calling themselves.

[Death]

Messenger bastards. The hammer on his revolver is cocked, and he almost raises it to just shoot the girl in the head; but that would attract a lot of unwanted attention- because even with all the noise, someone is most certainly going to realise the sound of a point forty five calibre revolver firing off not that fair from the main performance. He holds his nerve to just shoot the bitch on the spot, and continues his silent, practiced hunt of these monsters.

[katt]

As you pass the guards to the car parking area where the pair are headed you notice that both guards are silently crying, tears dripping down their faces and their blank eyes are fixed on something that you can't see. Feeling even more disgusted, you're thankful that you haven't been exposed to whatever's inside of their heads, well not yet, God forbid. You're drawn from your thoughts as the pair break into the security van, unaware that you're even there.

[Death]

He continues after them, waiting until they are turned away. He feels like he's the slasher in an old slasher movie. This also kind of reminds him of the time he rolled a natural twenty trying to convince a guard in a game of Dungeons & Dragons that he did not murder his friend even though he was covered in blood and holding a bloodied knife; college was fun times. He waits until they aren't paying attention, and uses the opportunity to jump into the van with the silence of a predatory lion hunting a gazelle.

[katt]

You attempt to quietly close the van door and are instantly thrown backwards as the man, well terrorist due to the fact he tried to launch an explosive flare at the audience, hits the gas. Shit, that was a killer on your knees. Lucky for good ol' you the younger one, Malone, is preoccupied with being terrified and trying to listen to the only security radio that's working while the man is focused on not crashing into anything.

[Death]

The mysterious character almost tumbled out the back of the van, but thanks to his cat-like reflexes (luck) he grabbed onto a piece of the reinforced steel these security vans usually have to make them better at surviving bullets and explosives. He stayed out of sight of the rear view mirror so he wouldn't be spotted, and listened to a conversation between the two of them about pizza.

He now had an optional objective; steal that pizza and eat it because he was hungry as fuck right now.

[katt]

For a few moments you entertain the notion of kidnapping the pizza man when you get to your destination and holding him ransom. Of course this would totally comprise your mission and your end goal which in return would... well you could easily assume you'd die, full stop, no questions asked. Thinking about it, if you walked away from this you'd be lucky.

Rather abruptly Malone passes out onto dashboard, in a comical fashion, mid sentence. That's not good.

[Death]

The Mysterious Man says nothing for the time being; he simply watches in silence as they continue down the road. His arm covered the glowing mouth part of his mask, and his eyes were fixated upon the driver. He had no care for this Malone woman, she was another one of those messengers that have subjected our world to what is essentially widespread fascism with them at the tippity top. These bastards make the Nazis look like amateurs.

His fingered itched deadly close to the trigger of the revolver, wanting to just shoot the woman and be done with it- but that may cause this guy to swerve and crash judging by his current driving.

[katt]

Steady on there mate, you've got plenty of time to blow her brains out. It's a good thing that you're now out onto the highway so the guy appears to be a tad more relaxed, not like that really matters besides, before you know it you're straight back off and heading in the direction of the nearest town so this guy's either a local or is staying in a hotel. Give or take another five minutes and Malone is awake again, conversation goes back to pizza. Greedy bastards. Soon you arrive at where ever they're staying at.

"All meat, then. I'm going to order some wings."

You hear some shuffling, the engine dies and then two van doors slam closed.

[Death]

The man follows them out almost instantly, dashing toward where they are going and listening in for any information as to where their next destination is. He's anxious, he's out in the open; and if the wrong person walks around and finds a man in a mask with a gun in his hand snooping about- problems will arise.

[katt]

As soon as you're out you realize you're in the parking lot of a hotel that looks slightly on the expensive side, Malone and her acquaintance have already disappeared through the sliding glass doors. If you bolt into there head on you're bound to be noticed. On the other hand the parking lot is currently deserted, you can assume that most of the people staying here are day visitors for The Hallowed.

[Death]

The man looks up to see how tall the building is, so he knows how many floors he'll have to search to find these two.

[katt]

It's six floors high, there's a fire escape on your side of the building and if you bothered to walk round to the back of the building you'd be able to find another fire escape that leads to the hotel's kitchens.

[Death]

He watches them go into an elevator, then looks around for a moment- noting the fire escape. Keeping as quiet as possible, he darts up the fire escape, looking through each window as he walks up to see if he is lucky enough to catch them walking out. Though knowing his luck, he'd have to put in a bit more effort than that. He sighs slightly, knowing this is going to be a loooooong night.

Fortunately, he slept during the day so he wouldn't be tired during his stakeout of the concert.

[katt]

It's a slow and rather tedious process, you can feel yourself slowly freezing as you climb then squint through each individual window. However it does drastically help that most rooms have these awfully flimsy red curtains where you can see if anyone's left the light on, cutting down on the amount of rooms you'll need to search through by half.

[Death]

He decides to work from the top downwards. He looks around for any security cameras of any kind, and if there are any blind spots. He has put his revolver on safety again as he searches. He's paranoid, but not *that* paranoid.

[katt]

From your position you can spot one security camera from the roof but the angle of it points to the parking lot. If the worst comes to the worst and you get spotted then you'll probably have to get a new mask but apart from that you should be fine. Hmmm, the top floor looks pretty empty, two rooms are lit up but one contains a couple watching TV and the other's an old man reading a book. No sign of your pals here, better move down a floor.

[Death]

He skirts back down the metal fire escape, being careful to make as little noise as possible. He peaks into the next floor, waiting for anything that would signify their presence on this floor. Damn, he was really regretting not bringing his camera; it'd make this situation *so* much easier on his part. He scratches the side of his mask, where his chin would be, in thought. He wondered what kind of pizza they would be ordering. He could wait for the pizza guy, but he doesn't want to stay on the fire escape for too much longer- as some will notice him eventually.

[katt]

The fifth floor also doesn't contain you pals but you do get to mull on the fact that you know they're ordering wings- you cannot go wrong with chicken my dude......Unless you're vegetarian but that's irrelevant and you should be focusing. You know The Hallowed's acts don't officially finish for another hour but people will want to leave early to avoid traffic and ectra so that narrows your time frame down to what? Forty minutes? That's thinking positively though.