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Post by Jo on Jul 17, 2006 21:09:17 GMT -5
(( Side Note-Could you please use your resident evil characters for this roleplay. I really doubt we need to make news characters all the time. Just write an alternate profile underneath their old ones. ))
" Last night the mansion of wealthy diamond trader Ronan Donovan was broken into. A diamond worth an estimate 10.7 million dollars was taken. In other news a string of murders were sprouting up, the police have yet to determine who is behind this heinous crime. The time right now is 7:30am and now to our weather girl Sarah". The young man reporting the news turned it over to the weather woman now talking about cloudy skies next weekend.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Only hours before hand of the television broadcast was this taking place. The night dark, clouds rolling in apperantly a thunder storm was to take place.
The pleasent smelling room filled with many couples and singles. Tables spread amoung the floor. The darkened room filled with talk and laughter. Drinks being sipped slowly, clanging with another glass for a toast. The lighting dimmed even more to grab the attention of the crowd. An older man stepped into the light. The small stage had a band of to the side, a bar stool in the middle and a microphone stand. " Ladies and Gentlemen may we present our lovely songstress. Miss Sola Valance" his voice echoing in the quiet hall. Walking from behind the blood rich, velvet curtains. Her hair was shoulder length, its midnight hue shinning. Wearing a low cut, strappless silver dress. It had a split from her hip to the end of her dress, on the right side. She took hold of the mic and sat on the stool. The piano playing a slow and heavy tune, the symbols being tapped every now and then. The crowd slowly aknowledging her, the young lady just slid her left leg over her right knee. Placing the microphone more near her mouth.
" There’s perfume burning in the air Bits of beauty everywhere Shrapnel flying; soldier hit the dirt She comes so close. You feel her then She tells you No and No again Your lip is cut on the edge of her pleated skirt Blue Alert "
Her soft style of singing kept them listening. It seemed like it was no more then a loud and beautiful whisper. The couples old and young, the single men and women were engrossed in her song. She continued singing, taking little notice of anyone watching her from the back corner.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jul 19, 2006 0:20:31 GMT -5
Thunder clapped. The only light for a mile is a soft glow, emanating from behind a cobblestone wall, under a tent. there was a man sitting there, in a cheap lawn chair... watching the screen. He sipped a thermal cup labeled Starbucks, and hit some keys. "God, this sucks..." he thought to himself. Why couldn't he just stay in the van? He felt alone. He started to slump over. Why didn't he stay home? his eyelids felt heavy. He could imagine the still barely-burning embers in the hearth. The warmth of them... He smelled fire. Lightning struck a near-by barn house, not used for years. That's what woke him from his dream. God this was a dark, desolate, foreboding place! He began to drift back into limbo... He could see his family, a wife and two kids, a daughter and a son, in a small mansion, living it up, and a rich man's wardrobe on them all, even himself... "John! John! God damn it! John!" yelled a raspy voice. "OH! you got tripwires to your right..." "I've called you six times!" "yeah,yeah... here..." he paused, following the line of cables, out of his Dell laptop, through the stone wall, until they disappeared underground, going further, into the complex. he hit two switches, and spoke into the microphone. "You have three minutes. until then, you are the invisible man." "You are awesome, Poindexter." He sat back and finished his latte. He was questioning his sanity as he saw a bird land on a carcass from the barn fire. He took this job from a guy who had a rap sheet as big as his Jeep! But, he needed the money. not only to help his family's financial troubles, but to help his and his wife's. "If only we could move out of this rat hole," He told himself "everything would be better." He NEEDED the check this thing gave... The rain was pouring harder now, and the canvas was sagging from the weight. "We got problems, man!" "What!" "A BIG lock! Retina scan, password, the works!" "I'll be right in!" He picked up his things and ran. "DAMN IT!" He thought to himself, "I didn't have the Dell payed off yet!" a few moments past. through his panting, John was able to ask, "what are we stealing, anyway?" "A really big rock."
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Post by Jo on Jul 20, 2006 17:43:33 GMT -5
" She breaks the rules so you can see She’s wilder than you’ll ever be You talk religion but she won’t convert Her body’s twenty stories high You try to look away, you try But all you want to do is get there first Blue Alert"
The lights dimmed until the entire place had turned to darkness. The one small instant the crowd screeched. Gun fire was heard not too far from here. The lights immediately turned back on. The police sirens weren't too far off either. Two men crashed into thee doors, shattering one into large wooden pieces. Another three men came running in after them. Large rifles held in their hands. They were already barking orders. " Get down and stay down or else".
Heeding their advice Sola crouched down and slowly dropped herself to the floor off from the stage. Many of the men who brought their dates held them close as possible as if they would try and sheild them. The young lady just sat and the ground, hugging her knees close to herself as possible.
" We have you surrounded so give it up" yelled the amplified voice. " Don't fuck with us, we've got hostages you son of a bitches" yelled the leader of the band of... what were they exactly? " We don't give a damn whether these sorry SOB's live or die" yelled another lacky.
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Post by V on Jul 20, 2006 19:21:08 GMT -5
(By the way, Lara. if this post effects your plans in some way, feel free to edit it.)
"Okay. I'm going to make an incision from this point to this point." The Asian woman spoke through a surgical mask. "Then we'll be able to get to the tumor." A medium-sized Boxer dog lay on the operating table before the surgeon woman. "Scalpel..." She started. An hour later, the twin O.R doors swung open, and she emerged with a blood stained apron and gloves. The lobbyist approached her, and she murmured a few things to him. He nodded, and the woman took off for the washing room, while the lobbyist announced what he heard to the family of the dog, and gestured them to the front door. In the washroom, the veterinary surgeon pulled off her bloody latex gloves, when a man walked in as well. "It's alright, Doctor Garnet. These things happen. The dog wouldn't have lived long if it was a success anyway." She rubbed her temples and was on her way to leave, when that man stopped her again. "By the way, you missed the news. It seems about fifteen minutes ago the night club a few miles south was taken over by terrorist. They aren't releasing any hostages, and they took the newscaster as one, too. And it gets better. One of the hostages is a local star...." "Hmmm....you think they'd have sent in a SWAT team or something..." She replied.
"Ayami...these guys mean business. They must have a told the police to stay away, or else the hostages are dead. Everyone within a mile radius would be evacuated."
"Unfortunatly...I need to pass that club to get home. Pray that they don't yank me from my car or something."
"Are you really going to drive past it?"
"Of course...my cat needs me. He can't live without me." She left the room before he could say more. Her keys jingled as she fumbled for the one to her sedan. "Gotta get that dog off my mind." She reasoned with herself. Her car started, and she pulled away from the parking lot and the animal clinic, heading south toward her home and the night club.
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Post by Jo on Jul 21, 2006 1:46:33 GMT -5
" Seems like their evacuating the area. Smart plan, anyone here we can use as a meat sheild. Someone the public likes or a local television star or something?" asked one of the younger men. " Good idea Gerad" replied the boss man. Few of the more bear like men started to inspect the crowd.
" Hey boss we found that anchor man Clive Montigny so far. And the owner of this night club as well". ' What did they do to make it that the police would come here?' wondered the young singer. One of the more slimmer guys in the ski masks and bullet proof gear stepped closer to her. Ducking her head to the right. Kneeling down to take a closer look. " Your that local signer aren't you?" the guy murmer lowly. Finding her nerve Sola looked straight at him and slowly nodded.
" Sorry" he whispered before yelling. " Boss seems like we have a local star with us". " And you might that be?" came the gruff reply. " That Valance Girl... the one the local media says a star on the rise ya know?" he replied his a slight rhetorical question. " Perfect hostage then, bring her over here". Grabbing her wrists and raising her to her feet. The guy dragged her over to their leader.
He took a once over at her and motion for her to go to the other body sheilds. Each one chose their own hostage and dragged, well rather pushed them out of the broken doors. " No fucking snipers or nothing got it" yelled one of the men not holding a knife of handgun to the hostages head. " Why are you doing this?" she asked the slightly older man grasping her wrist and holding a knife to her throat. " Because this is what I do" came the automatic response.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jul 21, 2006 2:34:22 GMT -5
"So...uhh... can I have my paycheck?" I asked to a man in a swivel chair, facing the window behind his desk. "NO! You have one more thing to do for me before I pay you..." He turned around to face me. He had a port wine stain covering most of the left side of his face. "not one FREAKIN' DIME!" I tried not to be repulsed as I stared at his defect, hypnotized by it. "what is this 'task' I have to complete?" I was in a rush, if I didn't get that money soon, I would be a broken shell of a man... "Our boys need guns...lots and lots of guns... and you can get us into the armory..." what are they gonna do with weapons!? I thought this was a robbery!! "we will provide the guys and the transport..."
at the local arms dealer my laptop was plugged into the electronic lock... HISSSS... the hydraulic hinges swung open. "HOLY SH*T!!!!! LOOK AT THE GUNS!!!" "Contain your enthusiasm, remember the three C's... cool, calm, and SHUT THE HELL UP! " that starts with an..." "don't say it..." "GUYS! GRAB THE GUNS AND GO!!! WE'RE ON A SCHEDULE!!" these guys are morons... what am I doing!?
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Post by V on Jul 21, 2006 2:51:32 GMT -5
The sedan halted by the building to the right of the night club. Ayami had spotted a stray dog sleeping in the alleyway between them. Her job as a veterinarian meant she should tranquilize and inject an anti-rabies serum into strays. She reached into the seat behind her, and grabbed a steel suitcase. Inside it, placed in protective spongy like padding, were the parts to a dart gun, a dart that could be filled with liquid, and the vials that contained the serums bases. She quickly assembled the gun and mixed the bases. But when she looked up, the dog stood up, and ran deeper into the alley. The Korean woman cursed, removing her high-heeled shoes, and running after it in stockinged feet . She noticed it turned the corner, and was now directly behind the club. She groaned and turned the corner as well, brandishing the dart gun. It ran into a dead end, and Ayami was happy about that. "Stay calm, boy..." She said to it aloud, raising the gun to the height of her chin. Standing right by the rear exit door, she pulled the trigger, and the dart was ejected, hitting the dog right in the leg. It yelped, and knocked over a trash-bin, which crashed loudly to the ground, as it scurried past the veterinarian. Ayami smiled, and blew on the barrel as if she was James Bond. "Got him..." She whispered. Then the sounds of the police and the terrorists shouting back at eachother caught her attention. *Hmm...this rear door seems poorly guarded...perhaps I could tip the police...* she noted mentally.
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Post by Jo on Jul 22, 2006 0:26:56 GMT -5
" Give us a few vehicles and non of them gets hurt got it?" questioned the boss man. His tone left no use for reasoning. Seemed like the squad leader didn't want any casualties so he was pretty much forced to let them have their black SUV's and police vehicles. Once the men found suitable modes of transportation they threw their captives to the ground and went off. Except for the man holding the young woman in the silver dress.
" So find anything useful information on the group Andrews?" asked the man from before. He smiled at the girl and let her wrists free from his grip. " Yeah... they killed him already" he replied. Nodding to this new found information he sighed out. " It's alright folks everything is alright now. It'd be best to just go home" he advised the small crowd leaving the night club.
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Post by V on Jul 22, 2006 0:46:49 GMT -5
"Hmm...some terrorist act. That lousy media..." Ayami said to herself, having eavsdropped on the negotiation. There was nothing here for her anymore, and her foot had a splinter, so she headed back to her car. "They just let them go? No going after them when the hostages are released? What kind of police are they?" (I've hit a writing stone...cannot think of more to type...)
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Post by Jo on Jul 22, 2006 0:58:29 GMT -5
" So you know where their going?" asked the man. " But of course. Their going to that warehouse near 15th and davidson street". Entering the night club again and heading towards the back room. Sola sighed out and hoped that everything would be normal after tonight. Grabbing her coat and purse she quickly left after having a few words with Arnold, the club owner.
The black cropped jacket wasn't much for warmth but it would have to do until she got home. Thankfully it was only four blocks away. Going through the back alley was alot easier then going through the police and the rest of the club occupents from tonight. Slinging her purse on a shoulder and putting he rhands into her pockets, she began on her way home.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jul 22, 2006 22:17:14 GMT -5
He walked up to a steel warehouse, and clenched the piece of paper in his hands. "15th and davidson... here it is..." It was a clear afternoon, and the sun hurt John's eyes as it reflected off the building. "I wonder how I get in..." I said as I walked up to what I hoped was the door. A small plate slid to the right, and a pair of eyes could be seen on the other side. "who are you?" the eyes asked. "John Wimbleton." I answered. "let me see you in to the boss..." the eyes almost commanded. The massive doors slid open, and I walked through once there was enough room. this place was a monster! I wonder what they do in here? There was a large machine to one end and the other had lots of spots on the concrete where it wasn't sun-worn, where things were once, but were moved out recently. were the walls were riddled with bullet holes? I know that this used to house the Cartel's drug stash, and their factory, too... I can still smell the lingering crank in the air... "YOU WANT WHAT!!" the apparent ringleader burst, throwing saliva on my face. "That last mission was only a success because the cops in this town are nimrods! I can't pay you for that!" that was it, the straw that broke this camel's back. The divorce papers went through two nights ago, and thanks to this bozo, I couldn't save it! The court ruled that I couldn't even see the kids any more! my vision turned red around the edges, and I felt the grip of the pistol in my sweaty palm.. "I would like to talk to you about a payment plan, because I need some money right now, and I will pay the early check back..." I said through a calm face, a granite face, "May we discuss this in the cab? I need to get home." "Nonsense! I shall ready my limo! you ARE my favorite associate..." " thank you sir..." He pressed a button on the intercom. " Get me my best limo, I want white today." a French or Italian accent responded " yesir, righ away..." The car drove up, a gleaming, pearl-esque color. "get in, get in..." the ring-leader asked, "where are we headed?" " south side, 1548 19th street, please. go up Main." I purposely chose that route because it went right through the slums... "Turn right, sir?" the chauffeur asked. "yes." the road got less even, and I knew that we were on the right road.
*Pfff* was all that was heard. the low-velocity round went from one temple to the other. I pushed him out of the car and held the silenced glock to the driver's head. "Give my a phone..." we are deep into the slums. there are two dead bodies found here a week, nothing will look out of place...
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Post by Jo on Aug 7, 2006 3:16:11 GMT -5
Bumping into a Korean looking woman from her way out of the back road. Muttering a quick sorry to her and left without hearing a response. Determination had left her too seek her sanctuary, her home with a comfortabel bed. Regular clothing.... that was what she was waiting for. The change of outfits into something more appropriate for sleeping attire. This was suppose to be one of the more safter areas in the city but guess that was changing slowly.
OOC: A small filler paragraph from me to maybe inspire Hannah to write....
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Post by D on Aug 8, 2006 22:05:07 GMT -5
"I own a resort and a couple internet cafes, but I will not use my father's lands. I will not sell them either. I'm sorry but that will not do. Deal is off...and please don't make me anymore because the answer will be no." A woman said into her cellphone. She sat in her parked car and she turned off her phone. She thought as she started her car and she drove off.
Good thing there was no traffic and she was also happy that the traffic lights wouldn't stay on red for long. She just wanted to relax and have a good time. The woman just wanted to have a good time with old friends. They were meeting at a club and she hoped that they could make a few deals.
After only a few minutes she arrived at the club. The police were there, people were rushing out, and she even reconized the some of the people rushing out. The woman parked her car not to far away from the club. She stayed far from the police, but she saw that there must of been a hold up. She always thought that this part of the city was safer, but she was wrong. One of her friends came up to her.
"It was horrible...These men broke the door open and held us as hostages. They traded our lives for cars...The police aren't even chasing!" The man said to her. "Ray...Let me drive you home...I don't think you want to be here..." She said to him and he nodded. The woman pointed to her car. "Thank you Miss Jillian!" Ray said to her and she nodded. She didn't really like it when people called her miss, sir, ma'am, or anything like that. She always thought that she didn't really need that. Jillian was curious and she wanted to find out more.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Aug 12, 2006 2:03:42 GMT -5
the sound of the phone ringing pierced the still air. ring, ring ring "pick up the phone..." ring, ring ring "pick up the GODDAMN PHONE..." ring, ring ring Just then a brunette of medium build burst through the door. ring, ring ring "Wimbleton residents!" she chimed in as she put down an armful of groceries. "Becky! Call the cops! there is a-" CLANG!! I called again... ring, ring ring No answer I looked around for ideas, anything! I persuaded a woman to act as my wife... it will do for now... I had sent frenchie across town, and now all I need is an alibie... pleeease God... I need a story! red, white, red, blue,white, red, white... they were coming! what have I done! I didn't mean to do it! It didn't even feel like me... it felt like I was watching someone do it....a bad dream!! I took a brick and threw it out the window that wasn't facing anyone. I took another and bashed mine and my "wife's" face in... Police! open the door Another bad dream, I hope... I rose very slowly just as they kicked the door down. She was still out cold... perfect... "WHAT HAPPENED HERE!" the officer barked. I pointed to the window with a shaky hand. "DO YOU NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION!?" he can't stop screaming for the goddamn world, can he? I shook my head "no". He signaled the others to go around, and left himself, not after shooing everyone else away. they took the bait! I can't believe it! I walked out the front door with Tanya in a wheelchair the paramedics prvided... idiots... THEY'RE ALL IDIOTS!! I will drop her off at the warehouse... have her taken care of, and then I will be off to my old house, to tie up a few loose ends...
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Post by V on Aug 24, 2006 22:19:20 GMT -5
"Uh-Hey!" Ayami tried to stop the young woman who had bumped into her by grabbing her shoulder. "You just came outof the club, didn't you? I heard the metal door close..." She noticed that the jacket she was wearing wouldn't be much help in this cold. Her white doctors coat wouldn't be much more protective, but it'd keep her warmer. She removed it from her body, and placed it on the young girl's, deliberatly leaving her identification card pinned to the pocket, so Sola wouldn't be worried she wasn't being kidnapped or something. "If you're walking, perhaps I could offer you a ride? I'd want the comfort of home as soon as possible too if I was involved in a hostage situation..."
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