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Post by katt on Nov 23, 2016 18:49:02 GMT -4
What's more worrying is that people are okay with them being in charge, nearly all of mainstream media has given up trying to criticize this special group and now act as free advertisement for these popstars playing god. This thought leaves a bitter taste in your mouth and that ever present anger surges again.
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Post by Death on Nov 26, 2016 3:08:52 GMT -4
He sees his opportunity as the man leaves. He opens up the door as quietly as possible, walking up behind the woman. His revolver is about two inches from the back of her head. She would hear a 'crk' as the hammer is pulled back.
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Post by Death on Nov 26, 2016 7:47:09 GMT -4
(Actually, I think for the sake of character development- my character would hesitate killing her and instead just give her a blow to the side of the head.
If you want to keep this I'm fine; but if it's okay can I edit my post?)
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Post by katt on Nov 26, 2016 8:01:22 GMT -4
( yeah sure, I'll delete my stuff. )
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Post by Death on Nov 26, 2016 8:49:29 GMT -4
(I have edited my post.)
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Post by katt on Nov 26, 2016 17:51:00 GMT -4
Malone is unaware of your presence due to the facts she's half asleep, watching some reruns of retro cartoons on cable. An unlit cigarette is dangling in her right hand, it's effortlessly lighted it with a click of her fingers. What bullshit. For a few moments there's just the sound of the TV and as the noise of the hammer reaches her ears, then she tenses, body frozen in what is undoubtedly fear.
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Post by Death on Nov 26, 2016 17:59:05 GMT -4
A gruff and dry voice whispers into her ear, "You try any messenger magic bullshit and I will blow your brains all over that T.V." The barrel is pressed against the base of her head. "I DARE you to try, I've always wondered what a .45 calibre round would do at close range to the back of a Messengers head."
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Post by katt on Nov 26, 2016 18:49:02 GMT -4
She lowers her free hand but still holds up her cigarette, smoke curling up into the air. Onscreen, the animated protagonist starts to laugh due to plot reasons and it's warped laugher somehow makes this situation even more chilling. "...Nothing good for me"
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Post by Death on Nov 26, 2016 18:57:12 GMT -4
He grabs her around the neck in a headlock, dragging her over the couch, the joint between his upper arm and forearm covers her mouth and his other hand, with the gun still gripped tightly into it wraps around her waist and he drags her into the closet- the door closing ominously like some 80s horror movie because that's just cool.
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Post by katt on Nov 26, 2016 19:03:56 GMT -4
She's clawing at you with one hand while the other is desperately trying to click- you've managed to figure out this is how messengers initiate their physical miracles so if you manage to disable her arms/hands then you've practically got her down.
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Post by Death on Nov 26, 2016 19:08:20 GMT -4
After he has her in the closet, he forces her against the back wall, putting all his weight on top of her- he uses one arm to hold her forearms in a submission hold, to the point where if he pushes anymore he'll break her arm and his other arm covers her mouth so she can't scream or make any noise to alert the other guy or anyone else in the building. "If you do not stop moving, trying to scream, or trying to perform your demonic shit I will disembowel you, bitch."
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Post by katt on Nov 26, 2016 19:21:25 GMT -4
Realizing she can't win Malone falls limp against the back wall, starting to slightly tremble. Then, after a few deep breaths through her nose she tries to say something but it's rather muffled due to the fact your hand is in the way.
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Post by Death on Nov 26, 2016 19:24:13 GMT -4
He moves his arm slightly so she can speak, but it is in a position where he can instantly cover her mouth if she tries to scream. He continues to make sure she can't bolt for it.
(the start of a healthy romantic relationship xD)
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Post by katt on Nov 26, 2016 19:31:55 GMT -4
"What do you want?" She whispers, trying to sound brave though it miserably fails seeing as she's shaking like a leaf. "I can give you money if that's what you want" ( all around me r familiar facessss π ) |
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Post by Death on Nov 27, 2016 11:26:38 GMT -4
"I want my fucking family back, bitch." He hisses into her ear, venom dripping from every word. Then he hears the sound of Edward out the back, and turns so that he is the one with his back to the back of the closet. Malone is in front of him, and he is using her as a human shield. He hides his head and his body behind her head and her body- he was not going to give this guy any bead on him if he opened the closet door. His revolver is at the ready.
He continues to hold his arm over her mouth, and he's keeping her hands restrained as best by pressing his stomach against her back with her arms restrained behind it. His gun is pointed at the door- ready to fire if he opens it. |
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Post by katt on Nov 27, 2016 18:11:52 GMT -4
There's an agonizing silence for a few moments, all you can hear is Malone's shallow breaths and then, with what feels like an almighty crash, the door is pulled open to reveal Edward who is also armed. Instantly Malone squirms a bit, trying to click her fingers but you've got her pinned down.
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Post by Death on Nov 27, 2016 18:33:17 GMT -4
"Gun down, hands up cockhead." The guy calls from behind Malone.
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Post by katt on Nov 28, 2016 10:14:57 GMT -4
Edward draws his weapon and tries to aim at you.
"I don't know who you are, but you better quit this, right now!"
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Post by Death on Nov 28, 2016 16:18:36 GMT -4
"Unless you want to see this girl's weird black blood spewed all over the carpet, you'll put your gun down hombre," He presses the gun against her abdomen. "I currently have my forty five calibre revolver pointed at her abdomen, which is lethal and will still allow me to use her as a meat shield. So, friend-o, I suggest you listen to my previous request."
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Post by katt on Nov 28, 2016 18:41:59 GMT -4
"Go ahead, do it. Everything I need from her I have. Do it." Edward replies, keeping his pistol trained on Malone/you right behind her.
"Please Edward, I'm begging you--" The teenager's voice breaks off into a slight sob.
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Post by Death on Nov 28, 2016 18:44:41 GMT -4
"Alright then," The loud and resounding click of the revolver is heard as the chamber rolls around, a bullet inside it- ready to fire. That's when he thought of something, and grinned to himself internally; preparing an unknown action.
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Post by katt on Nov 28, 2016 19:19:59 GMT -4
"Shooting her ain't gonna help whatever you want, just mentioning that." Edward calmly responds as Malone slowly starts to wriggle away from the barrel of the gun.
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Post by Death on Nov 28, 2016 19:30:12 GMT -4
"Huh, are you su-" he cuts himself off, trying to catch the guy off guard and disarm him, barrelling forward and shoving the woman into Edward hopefully knocking him down.
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Post by katt on Nov 29, 2016 18:10:08 GMT -4
The outcome is that Edward hits his head upon being knocked down, giving you that window of opportunity that you so desperately need. Quick, quick! The window or the door?
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Post by Death on Nov 29, 2016 18:23:42 GMT -4
Fuck that, I'm going to beat the shit out of this guy. He slides to his knees just as the two hit the floor, and his fist swings round; trying to hit the disorientated Edward in the side of the head.
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