DIR Return Create A Forum - Home
---------------------------------------------------------
MacabreOfWriting
HTML https://macabreofwriting.createaforum.com
---------------------------------------------------------
*****************************************************
DIR Return to: RP Graveyard
*****************************************************
#Post#: 329871--------------------------------------------------
An Unlikely Hit
By: Elin Date: March 19, 2013, 10:45 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
[center]I'm too lazy for description.[/center]
#Post#: 329873--------------------------------------------------
Re: An Unlikely Hit
By: Elin Date: March 19, 2013, 10:47 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the sweetest of them all?~
The hum beneath her was like that of a satiated wild cat
victorious from the evening's hunt. The rumble, the growl, it's
satisfying vibration of utter tune was like the melody of an
angel's chorus upon the ears of the helmeted, black and orange
body-suit wearing being riding upon such a magnificent piece of
machinery. Such a sound happily blocked out the sounds of
everything else around this certain individual; the angry,
high-pitched robotic honk of the sleek vehicles in front that
she cut between, the shouts and screams of bystanders against
the sidewalks, and the simple sound of the person's own
thoughts. It had been an exhausting few months learning of their
target's location as well as habits; going into a major hit like
this without preparation was simply stupid!
They'd taken their time getting to know the right people which
wasn't hard if you had the skill, charisma, and not to mention,
the money. It put them out of a readily lovely pile of cash from
their past jobs but this job, THIS job, would make up for that
ten-fold. This target wasn't just any ordinary target, he was
THE target; Suō Yś, or as most people who couldn't speak
Chinese would call him, The Barracuda.
The Barracuda was a bit of an enigma to any, if not all who
weren't on his personal friendly list. Not much was known about
him or his whereabouts other than he'd appeared somewhere near
the turn of the century from some Chinese territory with a small
group of overly loyal followers. He was small fry then, nothing
of much concern but that was his ploy. He remained low on the
radar, made peace with the hands of power throughout this city
and true to his name, the Barracuda struck with such ferocity
that no one could escape the devastating carnage his teeth
brought. It was a bloody few years, that was for sure. Yet
Suō Yś came out on top, all the little fish nothing but
sustenance for his existence; an existence he ruled with a cruel
and unforgiving hand. Gangs, bankers, politicians, policemen,
you name it, he had it under control. Yet Suō Yś wasn't
just some blood-thirsty brute, no no. Suō Yś was a
businessman; he knew how the world worked here; money ruled
every aspect of life. Money wasn't hard to come by when you had
the city as your bitch! Untouchable and heavily protected,
Suō Yś was practically untouchable...aside from his
weakness.
Very pretty young women. Apparently the women from where he came
from where nothing compared to the young, and readily capable of
accepting payment, beautiful women of the city. This just made
the job much easier for this certain individual.
---
The alleyway was dark, musty, yet overall hidden from most of
the public eye. All the individual had to worry about was the
homeless man passed out in a mixture of booze, piss, and
whatever mystery fluid he was dripping upon the ground. The
slow purr of the lovely motorcycle beneath them died out all
together as they parked it far into the alleyway's confines,
lovingly rubbing gloved fingertips against the sleek black
surface before departing from its speedy promise. After
carefully rearranging some strewn boxes and piles of trash,
carefully being sure not to actually press any of the filth to
the beloved bike's surface, the figure parted itself from its
beloved steed like a shadow separating from its master.
From the head down they were clasped firmly in the skin-tight
hold of a full body-suit; orange along the entire back with
black lining the entire front, the colors separated only by the
small white stripe running along the contours of the body.
Higher and higher it rose towards a black helmet that was as
dark as the pavement they'd ridden, the helmet slowly clasped
between the gloved fingers that pulled and, with one swift jerk
of the hands, the helmet was gone and in its place lay the face
of a woman. An impossibly adorable woman. Her face was carved
in the personification of what one could believe 'sweet' would
look. Big eyes in the shade of emerald green curtained behind
long, dark lashes. The lips complimented the face in a soft and
deceivingly sweet smile, plumped and pink and the hair fell
towards her lower back in gorgeously manipulated strands of
snowy blonde; a shade so light it was almost white. If it was a
beautiful young woman Suō Yś desired, she could definitely
fill the part. "Time to get the party started.~"
---
The Deep Trench, one of the most high class and largest clubs
within the city. If you wanted drugs, sex, and a shit ton of
booze, you got it from here. It wasn't hard either considering
the place was owned by the famous Barracuda himself; after all a
long day of terror could easily be soothed by some drugged or
drunk broad eager for cash to get even more drunk or blitzed.
Being a busy weekend with plenty of said women, it was only
logical that she picked today to begin her contract on Suō
Yś.
The bass was as thick as the piles of bodies pressing against
one another. Sweat, booze, desperation all permeated against her
palette. She had changed before she'd walked in and now she wore
an even tighter bit of garment than she had before. Made up of a
material similar to silk, the black dress was a tight fit along
every curve of skin she possessed. From the peak of her
preciously formed breasts towards the highest peak of her upper
thighs, arms and neck covered in a lacy pattern that spread like
a thick tattoo against her flesh. The black made her fair
complexion almost luminescent, her hair looking to be spun from
the threads of the moon, her eyes practically predatory in the
pulse of lights all around her. Blue, red, green, gold; shades
of ecstasy and excitement, a drumming beat begging for the
release of inhibitions, the promising touches of hands and
fingers grasping to her for the smallest moments as she passed
by with a slow and sultry click of her heels against the
shifting change of hue along the dance floors. The people in
this place were just the type Suō Yś desired. Mindless,
wanting, needlessly ready to be controlled or taken; people like
this made her sick but tonight she'd have to be one of them if
she wanted to get close to Suō Yś.
It wasn't hard to be admired if you were pretty, which she was
and boy did she know. It wasn't hard to be admired if you had
confidence, she was practically oozing with it. It wasn't hard
to be admired if you made yourself what others wanted and in her
line of profession, deception and blending were as easy as
waking and sleeping. So when it was but a few hours into the
night and she was already placed high upon one the blinking
platforms rising high above the floor with a few other women
long gone for their own good from the night, Sweets was
beginning to worry. All of these people joyed over her, admired
her as she moved and shifted. Her body was simply an extension
of her will and her will was not only strong but, easily within
her entire control. She wanted Suō Yś to come to her first,
make him feel as if she wasn't the aggressor in this situation;
the guy just simply dug having power over anyone and everyone.
Yet he wasn't here yet...at least, from what she could tell.
While the women beside her held to her body, following her lead
against the single pole within the center of the color-shifting
pedestal, her eyes were secretly scanning through the
disorienting mass of screaming incoherence. Not a single one of
these people she saw so far could be him...none of them seemed
it...at all!! But this was his joint, he was always to be here,
especially on busy weekends. Easy pickings, they say. So then,
where...was he!?!
#Post#: 330040--------------------------------------------------
Re: An Unlikely Hit
By: Anthonie Date: March 22, 2013, 4:36 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
". . . .Intel suggests that the target will be in the club
tonight. Within an hour or so. He has surveillance and guards so
be on your toes. Suō Yś, AKA, The Barracuda, is usually
dressed to impressed and always wears sunglasses with orange
tint. His hair is shoulder length and is receding slightly;
though his looks isn't up to par, his dressing and ability to
charm a blood thirsty shark is. He is known to traffic drugs,
weapons, and even women and children to the highest bidder. We
need him off the streets. An award for his capture. . . Or
death, with be sent upon confirmation. Be ever-vigilant, Sean,
for he isn't like any of the other riff-raft you've dealt with
prior; he is a class B. You only have one shot at this; you're
too close to fuck up.."
Said the voice from Sean's wrist communicator: a message
received before the man found his way toward the front door of
the club were a rather large bouncer awaits. "I never fuck up.."
Sean said, his voice oozing his usual arrogance as he closed the
wrist comm before he was spotted by the bouncer, who, just as
quickly, placed his hand upon the man's chest. "Name..?" All 7
foot of him towered over the 6 foot 5 Sean. "Hey look, pal. I
know I'm not dressed to par, with my trench coat, jeans, boots,
and tank, but I assure you, this isn't a party with out me!" He
said with a smirk, but the bouncer wasn't having it. "Name or
leave.." "Sean.." He said quietly, and awaited for the bouncer
to check the list. Once he was done, he shook his head. "Not on
the list.. . . Scram, kid. . ." Sean tilted his head and threw
his arms out. "No way, man! I have GOT to be on the list!! I
mean, look, it's right there!" Sean said getting closer to the
list and pointing to a name. The bouncer, who was more brawn
than brains, leaned in to have a look as well. Quickly, Sean
lifted his head and knocked the bouncer off his feet. "Well. .
So much for subtle."
Laughing, the man walked into the building, but not before
showering the crowd with money to cause confusion. As the crowds
yelled, laughed, and all gathered around the fluttering bills,
Sean slipped inside of the establishment. "Heh. . . How
quaint.." Sean said as he noticed the large club atmosphere. The
scent of weed, tobacco, and booze stunk up the air; the smoke
from the people casting more film into the air than the actual
smoke machines that spilled out from behind the dancers. The
laser lights combined with the strobe lights created an
epileptic's nightmare. Sean moved and weaved through the masses;
sweat, thick cologne, and super sweet perfume added to the scent
of smoke, creating a cornucopia of dank, yet exciting musk for
the senses as he passed through the crowd to make his way to a
table just in front of the dancers. Grabbing a drink and sitting
himself at the table, green eyes marveled at the dancers,
particularly one: The ebony clad, long haired, beauty in the
center. He watched as he waited, rather enjoying his time here.
"Fifteen minutes.."
#Post#: 330044--------------------------------------------------
Re: An Unlikely Hit
By: Elin Date: March 22, 2013, 6:02 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Chaos. Sweet, substance-induced chaos. Whatever had happened
had set off many of the women around her and watching them
scramble to the small mosh of people in the center was amusing
at least. It left just her, a black-clad beauty whose body
hugged against the lukewarm metal of the pole with purpose.
Suō Yś was a man who liked easy prey and Sweets could play
easy easier than anything; innocence and sweetness was her
thing. So it was with the appearance of a rather unexpected
spectator that Sweets decided to pull on her act harder; really
show Suō Yś that she could play what he wanted, make him
believe she was just some dumb, horny broad who was dazed
straight out of her mind.
"Well hello there.~" Sultry and slow, she spoke to the one
watching with drink in hand. Good, if he was just as smashed as
she hoped he was, he wouldn't remember her and she could spend
the a few months trying to forget him. Suppressing a shiver and
mentally prepping, the slender body pulled itself from the sleek
pole in a slow, gentle flourish while carrying herself with an
air of seduction yet she looked down, almost as if she were shy.
It took her just a moment to carefully slide her legs over the
edge of the floor pulsating with light, depositing herself
gently against the floor where she carefully walked towards the
stranger, a small smile crossing the ruby shade of her lips.
"Hey there...come here often?" Oh sweet mother of god did she
REALLY say that? She cringed internally but kept the smile
plastered against her face, sauntering to his side where she
carefully perched himself against the arm of his seat, twisting
her left hands index finger through the white-blonde of her
hair, speaking slowly while slowly sliding her green gaze to the
side, fixating on him carefully. "Just curious, don't think I've
seen you here before..."
#Post#: 330048--------------------------------------------------
Re: An Unlikely Hit
By: Anthonie Date: March 22, 2013, 9:59 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
"This woman in black.. She seems different than all the rest of
the drug addicted horde, who is she?" Sean spoke to the
invisible man as he noticed her eyes dancing over him; like he
was the only person in the club. "I know I'm just amazing, but
this is getting odd; have I been made?" "Intel has no read on
the woman; use caution." The comm device replied, causing Sean
to shrug off any thoughts. This 'Barracuda' guy must be good to
have different people on his payroll that not even their intel
could get a grasp on. Maybe he'll play it safe and go along with
her game... But why would he do that? He'd just rather be his
own charming self; which he had planned on doing from the start.
Soon, he began to think nothing of her eye-fucking and just
chalked it up to him just being, well, him. He started to vibe
to the music and get as comfortable as he could get; this was
going to be a long night, especially since his target is late.
This was very unlike the man and this was starting to make
things complicated, but rather fun; at least he get to enjoy
himself.
Soon, the woman began to make her move toward him, eyes of jade
watched over her sauntering and slithering as if she was
compelling his gaze to forever be locked upon her frame. The way
she moved was like liquid fire; smooth, elegant, charming, but
hot and slow, like molten lava edging down a mountain side. If
she were to be touched, she would burn quickly and leave an
impression forever; she was truly dangerous, indeed. Her voice
was like a purr, soft and sweet, yet rumbled from her throat;
still exuding that hint of danger. She wasn't any ordinary
dancer, that was for sure. But, hey! Who gives a shit?! He
turned his head toward her, shaggy dark brown hair moving little
as his hand swept through nearly spiky locks. He lowered his
hand once more and took hold of drink, bringing it to his lips
while raising an eyebrow at the woman. "I'm around from time to
time. Though, I do believe this is the first time I've seen you
here.." He said coyly while setting his drink back down upon the
smooth wooden coaster. Coasters... How shabby. "You do stick out
like a sore thumb around these floozies. Seems. . Classy. I like
that."
#Post#: 330049--------------------------------------------------
Re: An Unlikely Hit
By: Elin Date: March 22, 2013, 10:20 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Was he watching or was he late? That was a big gamble she was
playing right now and Sweets tended to have some bad luck on the
gambling end...Optimism was the key in these cases! Downing
oneself with 'what ifs' only made your mind muggy and muddled,
it ruined your actual ability and the Barracuda was a man you
wanted to use the utmost focus and concentration on. He was
dangerous and if she let her guard down, she held no doubt in
her mind that he could sink his teeth in to her and utterly
destroy her. So Sweets had to keep playing this game, she had to
make sure she didn't slip up and ruin her chances of being
closer to the Barracuda. This man wasn't him but he'd make a
great scapegoat if things got too bad...Like a python intimate
with its prey, her arm whose hand spiraled the powdery shaded
locks between her fingers shifted, hand slowly sliding over the
man's broad shoulders as if they had known each other for far
too long. Deadly predator and a perfect prey...slow, gentle
suffocation until she got what she wanted; this was the plan of
course if he could keep it up with her. The more he believed her
to be just another stupid broad with the same intentions as many
here, the better; she didn't need some clout ruining her chances
at her payday. "You flatter me, sir..." Sweets amped it up. The
body could do much but words could do so much more depending on
the way you worded them.
Gentle, slow, painfully sweet like any man's wet nurse dream,
her voice laced outwards from the blood-red lips that remained
turned upwards in a sultry smile. Sweets made sure to continue
her snare of this man, keep him captivated, hold him her
prisoner in ploy. The emerald of her eyes was highlighted by the
deep throbs of red from the dance floor and as she spoke, they
seemed to simmer with something deeper than seduction and far
more intelligent than just a flirt. "You certainly stick out
too...Not many men such as yourself would be in the company
without a lady, eh?" She laughed charmingly, her free hand
rising for the tip of a black painted nail to teasingly trace
the curve of his jaw. She'd have him under her finger and have
Suō Yś wanting her. When he wanted her, she'd come to him
and when she came to him, she'd follow him into his chambers
from there she'd have him right where she wanted him before
sealing her deal with a single bullet...Sweet, sweet
suffocation.~
Little had Sweets noticed that she was truly daydreaming and had
forgotten her act for just a moment. She was just a wistful girl
toying with the fabric upon the side of the chair in temporary
concentration that lasted at least until the doors high within
the balcony overhanging the club opened with a sound that
demanded attention, and attention it received. It was there that
she saw him, thinning hair and orange tinted glasses staring at
her that she knew she'd finally gambled correctly. Today's game
was Lure and she'd completely sunk the fucking bait perfectly!
"Suō Yś..." Like yesterday's news, she was off the man and
already standing up, adjusting her skirt just the slightest bit
higher while she carefully slipped her hands beneath her
breasts, primping herself to pristine before she cleared her
throat, her voice losing all of its previous allure and leaving
in its place an excited ego. "Finally!!...Later, stud." With a
dismissive flick of her hand and a run of her hands over the
curvature of her body, she was off and escorted up the stairs by
a set of extremely thick bodyguards. Like...fucking massive.
Suō Yś certainly went all the way...And it wasn't much
longer that she was cuddled beneath the arm of the leading man
of crime, simply plotting the demise of the man before catching
the man's gaze below, smirking and giving him a false blow of
her lips, a tainted taunted kiss before she disappeared behind
the doors.
Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the richest of them all?!
#Post#: 330987--------------------------------------------------
Re: An Unlikely Hit
By: Anthonie Date: March 27, 2013, 6:12 am
---------------------------------------------------------
"Heh.." The man huffed as the woman tried to work her 'magic'
upon him. Surely, it was working and he was falling for it, but
he couldn't keep that lingering thought out of his head that she
had something to do with his mark. Did she know who he was? Or
was she just playing her game with any guy who walked into the
building and he was just the lucky one to find her attention for
the few moments that she had shared with him. "Flattery isn't my
strong point; I just tell it like it is... Ya know?" He spoke,
his arm snaking around her waist, fingers drumming at her
slender sides as his jade eyes made contact with hers. He wanted
to know. he needed to know! Was she with him or not?! Something
it seemed he'd find out soon enough. This game that they were
playing with each other was getting all the more interesting;
both were caught up in a web of lies and deceit, luring each
other into their own traps and games to figure out the outcome.
She was alluring and beautiful, too beautiful to be working in
this joint; the fact that she singled him out for her 'routine'
really caused him to smile. He'll remember this day, even if
things were to go for the worst.
"Without the company of a woman?" He said with a smirk. "Who
said I was without company?" Again, his voice oozed that
arrogance and dryness that he was known for; so full of himself
that not even his tone held emotion. Almost as if he constantly
spoke matter-of-factly. His gaze traveled her body, from her
long sultry legs, to her thin, yet curvacious frame, on up to
tha pretty face and dazzling green eyes. He could tell he would
be in for some trouble had this been an ordinary day; she was
too captivating to pass by. "I seem to be in the presence of the
hottest chick in the club. So, standing out seems to be more
your fault than mine, Sweets.." He said, smirking. Granting her
the nickname 'Sweets', in his mind anyway that was what he
dubbed her as. Not knowing her name, yet seeing how sweet and
charming she actually was, it was suitable. She was like a
coiling snake, wrapping herself around him tighter and tighter
until he popped or folded, or even fought back. Fight back he
did, she would have to work for this one; not saying that
enjoying her company wasn't fun.. He just didn't give a fuck.
The doors popped open and look who it was.. "Suō Yś." The
whispered words seemed to float from his lips the same time as
it did hers, though he figured that the woman couldn't hear him
over the loud banging music and ruckus of people talking over
it. But her attention quickly turned to him and this made Sean
think that the woman was one of his even more. As she left, the
man smirked and ran his fingers through his hair. He shook his
head and laughed. "I guess I was right.." Sean said to himself
as he finished his drink. As she disappeared with his Mark, Sean
lit a cigarette and thought about his plan of action. "1..."
Puff.. "2.." Puff. "3.." Puff. "4.." He put out his smoke after
he finished his count of bodyguards. "'Easy night' he said.
Bah!" Sean laughed and cracked his knuckles as he dawned his
fingerless leather gloves. He made his way up the stairs and to
the room which were lined with heavy muscled men. They didn't
seem to be packing any heavy arms, which was strange for someone
of such high profile. Maybe he wasn't too scared tonight, which
would be his downfall.
Pretending to be a bumbling idiot, Sean struggled to stand and
walk correctly. They guards saw him and stood in his way. "HEY!
NONE IS ALLOWED UP HERE!" The guy said to Sean. "Whu.. Wutt?" He
replied as he inched closer. "You heard the man. Scram!" Just a
little closer... "He-- Hey! He got my girl friend!" The voice of
Sean was slurred and misspoken, as if he had one too many. "She
said she was my lady and would do anything for me! I LOVE HER!"
He screamed, making a scene outside of the man's door. He
quickly dispatched the men once he got close enough to them,
leaving him open to bang on Suō Yś's door. "BABY! I KNOW
YOU'RE IN THERE! I'm sorry, what ever I did, please come back to
me!" He screamed and banged on the door as hard as he could; he
was going to get someone's attention tonight. It was just what
he was hoping for.
#Post#: 331117--------------------------------------------------
Re: An Unlikely Hit
By: Elin Date: March 27, 2013, 5:50 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
It was lit more brightly in this hallway, an assault on the eyes
even that made her wince uncomfortably. This whole situation
suddenly felt uncomfortable. Suō Yś had left all his body
guards which strengthened her resolve in the idea that he didn't
believe she was a threat but this also left her alone with a man
as deadly as his namesake with the only exit heavily guarded
from the outside. If she were to do this, she was going to have
to do it quietly or else there'd be a small hallway full of
vicious walls of muscle that would cause her to be stuck in a
really...sticky predicament. "So you come to my club looking for
me?" Harmless question enough yet it made her resist the urge to
tense. He was testing her, she could tell. With the arm draped
across her shoulders, encompassing her in brute muscle she could
feel simply waiting to be given reason to crush her neck, Sweets
knew he'd just become suspicious immediately if she reacted to
his little prod so, she played the part. "Oh gosh like...no way,
I mean I knew this place is like...your club and all but I came
for the party! Real clutch place you've totally got." To add to
it, she gave him her most clueless smile, a soft wrap of ruby
red against unbearable white and she could have been imagining
it but, he almost seemed...disappointed. Like he'd wanted her to
react badly or something. This guy truly was a blood-thirsty
beast!
They hadn't made it far down the hallway before the pounding
began. It was almost nonexistent but it didn't rhyme with the
thrum of bass from outside, it was something different and the
voice that choked through made her lose all resolve. She was as
tense as a bristled cat and her cheeks flushed deeply. What!?
What was that brainless neanderthal doing!? Suō Yś looked
down at her, the fine thin brow of his raising in question as
she, for once this whole charade, was speechless. That...idiot!
He was ruining her job!! Maybe she'd put the charm on too
hard... Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened and closed
again, a gaping fish caught in a swirling sea of sharks. He
was...he was embarrassing her!! Oh god, he was embarrassing her!
The realization was just a double stun upon her and it was with
the sneer-like smile of the Barracuda that she saw this just
made things interesting for him. In that smile she saw a mouth
full of pointed teeth and just slightly, she shivered. The arm
around her shoulders slid to her waist, his hand like a vice
grip against her hip to the point that it almost hurt and he
shoved her against his side with silent demand. Was this how he
treated all his women? Sweets didn't dare pull back or fight,
she'd ruin what little of her image she had left but, she was
obviously discomforted with just the slightest downturn of her
lips as he began to walk with her in tow. They were so close to
the door now...if he left her outside with this idiot, she'd
just lost her only chance at getting close without making a
scene!
He opened the door and she internally wept, her night seeming
like it'd be made hard all because of the idiot now standing in
front of her and Suō Yś. She was expecting a push or a
shove with some colorful words to her but it seemed that
Suō Yś was truly just out for blood tonight and she was
simply bait for the kill. "Your woman, right?" His fingers felt
like claws on her hip and it made her wince just slightly as the
painful tips dragged up to her ribcage, further smashing him
against her side while she looked at the man she'd used for a
pawn with silent, seething fury. This was all his fault!! "She
is very nice, yes? Very good on the eyes." Sweets didn't like
how his voice sounded. It sounded like a lot of her previous
hits and they didn't necessarily live long enough past her to
keep on talking. The hand traveled up furtrher against her body,
making her tense and wary when the palm of his hand was against
her neck and like a human on a kitten, he simply tilted her head
up with a sort of hidden strength. He could snap her neck, just
like this and that'd be the end of the story. But he didn't, he
just grasped beneath her chin and tilted her head up, not even
looking at her as his deadly voice seethed outwards just
slightly. "She makes a good piece to my collection. You will not
be seeing her again." And with a dismissal wave of his other
hand that he brought out of his pocket, he gestured towards the
largest brutes on the sides of the door with an amused sigh.
"Take care of him." And he turned his back, not so much as even
closing the door while he dragged her with, his fingertips like
fire that trailed their way back towards her hips where he
grabbed her tightly again. "Let us go, dear beauty, the night
has just begun."
---
He must have really thought she was just some dumb chick looking
for a good time. There was only one door at the end of the
hallway and in it was a lavish lounge space decorated and
furnished true to his birth-country. Very nice and oriental.
After she killed him, maybe she'd take some of his collection
too! This stuff certainly went for a pretty penny... There she
was though, curled up like a content cat as things had settled
down. She must have dismissed all thoughts he had about her for
he was simply talking business and power between puffs of a long
pipe that spiralled a strange, blue smoke. It smelled faintly of
a strange mixture of flowers and incense, opium most likely. But
that was good. If he was intoxicated enough on his drug then
good, she could get away with this much cleaner. "The clubs
bring in much revenue, you see. Much goes on behind the scenes,
I have my fingers in everything." He was still talking about
business while petting the curve of her body as if she were a
pet. Part of it creeped her out, the other was just annoyed.
She'd need a LONG shower after this guy.
He closed his eyes after a while, sighing out a breath of blue
smoke while he spoke slowly and sultry and she could identify
that tone perfectly. Now was where things to complicated. "My
dear beauty, you are truly captivating. Most women of your
visage are put into my trafficking immediately." Oh wow. What a
lady killer. She resisted an internal eye-roll while she slowly
stood up, his fingers tracking down towards the bare skin of her
thigh while she resisted the urge to cringe. "Mister Suō
Yś, you're quite the flatterer.~" The words dripped on her mouth
like acid but she beared through it with a wide and seductive
smile, her heels echoing against the wooden floors as she
circled around the man whose mind must have been swimming in
whatever opiate he'd taken. Her hands were smooth as they slid
against his shoulders, offering him silently what he wanted
while he simply leaned back with a pleased sigh with the trail
of her fingers towards the collar of his suit. Slowly, Sweets's
fingers slid against the buttons in methodical precision, being
careful to keep that pace as her left hand slowly abandoned him,
trailing towards the exposed flesh of her thigh where she
gripped the end of the black dress, pulling it up slowly and
carefully until it revealed the incredibly small but, incredibly
effective handgun strapped to her thigh. She'd decided a while
ago that the couch wasn't worth the taking, so making a mess
there couldn't hurt, and the gun she possessed was small enough
as to barely make a sound at all! It worked perfectly. She could
blow this creep's brains out, reap the rewards of his relaxation
and get out saying that Suō Yś had decided she wasn't worth
it after all and just...slip past the guards!
Her hand that was unbuttoning his shirt slid gently against the
bare skin taut against his frame, literally stacked with muscle.
This guy was a fucking monster! Gently, the tip of her index
finger trailed upwards while she purred quietly in content, her
hand unholstering the small and elegant little handgun front its
carrier until she had it just perfectly aimed at the back of his
skull, not pressing it to his skin and not deterring the trail
of her hand while she spoke out with almost amusement. "Oh baby,
tonight will be just to die for.~"
#Post#: 332205--------------------------------------------------
Re: An Unlikely Hit
By: Anthonie Date: March 30, 2013, 10:25 am
---------------------------------------------------------
Things were escalating quickly in this part of the bar, which
seemed to turn into a luxury sweet out of nowhere. It actually
wasn't a bad place at all, and was fitting for a guy of his
reputation. He was out of breath by the time he was finished
with the brutes, who he had effectively taken care of down the
hall, so it would look like he just sneaked by, even in his
drunken state. But, the man was no fool and he played into the
game of Sean very well; even so much as bringing Sweets back to
him and toying with her frame as if some prized trophy he'd just
won. His green eyes turned deathly toward the woman, who he had
now confirmed was with him; she didn't seem all to disgusted
with his roaming fingers and fish breath. At least it didn't
look that way. Her eyes were gleaming toward Sean in an angered
manor, as if he was interrupting some sort of play time between
the beauty and the beast. he couldn't help but sneer and clinch
his fist in anger; his mark was right in front of him, yet he
could do nothing about it. He could blow the man away right now,
but he had to be sure if she was with him or not; civilian
casualties was something he didn't need more of...
As the man turned away, as if Sean was of little threat, more
brutes appeared out of nowhere. These guys were larger than the
first group, MUCH larger and they didn't plan on speaking. It
was just beat and dispose of the drunk guy. "Hey hey now.. Mine?
I meant, I just met her. Honestly!" He said, taking a few steps
backward to try and distance himself from the advancing
henchmen. "No, seriously, guys. Could we talk about this? I know
he likes who he likes, but she's my wi--" As Sean spoke, his air
was knocked out of him by a switch punch to the stomach, which
caused blood to spew from his mouth. He doubled over and held
his belly. "Damn. You hit hard!" He yelled as another one threw
a strong punch to his face and knocked him to the floor. They
wouldn't kill him up here, they would have to take him some
place, but where? Would he even allow them to take him there, by
then, it'll be too late for him. Slowly, he made it to his feet
and beckoned the men to attack him some more. "Is .. Is that all
you got?!" Sean was one crazy mutha fucker for sure; taunting
them as if they were of no threat to him.
This, of course got the men excited and they all rushed him. He
knew this would happen, however and after a brutal and long
battle, he managed to make it through them. His face was bruised
and bloody, his body hurt and battered, his clothes ripped, but
due to his augments, he was able to outlast and make it out of
the hell-zone known as a blitz attack by several large line
backers. He stumbled toward the room, making his way gingerly
toward it. His body was failing, but he couldn't allow himself
to botch this one; it was a lot of money in it for him. Slowly
and steadily, Sean made his way to the door. He was going to get
his catch today, especially after all the hell he'd been through
already. He could see the door getting closer and closer.
"Almost there.. I could taste it.." He did too. The acidic
metallic taste of his own blood being spilled as well as the
blood of others. But that didn't matter, the important blood was
behind these doors. With one hand on his hip gun, Sean opened
the door, only to fall through and fall flat, seemingly
unconscious. If there was any sudden movements toward him, Sean
had enough energy to fire a shot directly toward the man's head.
He just needed him to stand.. One shot. And he's home free..
#Post#: 332521--------------------------------------------------
Re: An Unlikely Hit
By: Elin Date: March 31, 2013, 3:30 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
One shot is all it'd take and like she rightfully felt she could
for how tiresome and difficult this night had quickly become,
she wanted to silently gloat to herself. Here she was, gun to
the back of the city's most powerful man's head and she was
going to pull that trigger! Instead of the blood she'd see, all
Sweets would see would be crisp green bills wrapped neatly in
their beautiful little bands. Oh the shopping she'd do.~ She was
in need of a new pair of boots... Her smile was wide, her
intentions less than pure, and she was ready. That is, until the
door squeaked just slightly on its hinges and a stupid body had
to fall through.
Open-mouthed in awe, Sweets barely had time to react towards the
massive meaty fingers that wrapped around her forearm like a
pair of clamps. All it took was one squeeze from him to have her
legs wobble in that silent 'uncle, uncle' sort of way. He wasn't
even adding all his pressure and she felt like her arm would
snap while she bit onto her lip and refused to squeal...that was
until he lifted her up like a two-year old's stuffed animal and
threw her directly onto the body on the ground. Having the
breath knocked out of her was an understatement, she straight up
believed he just knocked the lungs out of her chest as she only
gave a feeble roll off of the body and on to her ground,
wheezing and coughing as she tried to regain the sudden lack of
oxygen and the spinning of her head. Needless to say, that too
didn't go so well for it took him not even a second to cross to
snap his fingers, having not even moved while his pipe's smoke
seemed all too hazy, all too distorted in her confused vision.
She must have hit her head at some point on impact..."I assumed
only so much. To think I'd have the two of you visit me on this
night." He spoke slowly while in shouldered one pair of the
beaten brutes. Though bloody and a bit exhausted, they both had
no problem reaching down; one for each body. Again, like a toy,
she was just hoisted up with her arms uncomfortably pinned
behind her as she wheezed out a slow breath as the lift did some
surprising good at relieving some pressure on her chest. "Check
them." She hated how all these people's hands felt. Like
fumbling sausages thick against her skin as they pried her apart
of any other weaponry she possessed. Unfortunately, her little
pistol was all she'd brought and after thoroughly searching her,
very well infuriating her again with their slimy touches against
her skin, her captor just nodded in affirmation that she was
clean. It was the idiot who'd ruined her, yet again, who was
caught with the gun this time as his personal monkey rough
housed his arms behind his back to reveal the gun he too had
pointed at Suō Yś. That's when things clicked together. Of
COURSE she wouldn't be the only one after this guy...
"So. Two of the best in business. I heard about you all coming;
you'd be surprised the corruption in your little safeholds is
quite thick. Money rules the world and I rule money." He stood
up this time, walking towards them as he stopped directly in
front of her, one hand on the pipe and the other at her chin,
tilting her head this way and that with an unimpressed 'hm'
before blowing the blue, smoky opiate in her face, making her
cough more than she already was while she glared at him
silently. "They say you don't even have a name, not a real one
anyways. Sweets, correct? How fitting. You'll pay a pretty penny
on the market I suppose but...you are a bit too...deadly for
their tastes. I suppose we'll have to break you first." He gave
a shrug of his shoulders before turning his attention the mess
beside her, of which she was sure to shoot her most furious gaze
at. "And you...what'd they call you again? Shane? Sen?...Sean,
Sean, that's what it was." He nodded to himself while smiling
smugly. "You on the other hand...not as many want men on the
market. Perhaps you could be of use some other way...Your organs
have to be something lovely to have survived you through the
beating you'd taken." With another slow puff of thick blue
tendrils, Suō Yś eyed them for just a moment more before
waviing his free hand. "I think these two deserve a little shut
eye for their hard work. Long day, right? Why don't you give
them the guest room and we'll ship them off on their well-earned
vacations later. Now if you'll excuse me, there's much business
to attend to." He took his big thumb and pressed it towards the
smoking end of the pipe, a slow hiss resounding as he squashed
the light coals. He then simply walked past as if they were
nothing to care for and Sweets, furious and extremely volatile
turned her head sharply to the side with a hiss worthy of a cat.
"You fucking IDIOT." And then the meaty hand was around her
neck, squeezing as the heat in her face rushed and her oxygen
began to cut out, making her eyes close tight in a wince before
the world went black and all she was left with was silent rage.
She had no clue how long it'd been. Just that she was obviously
on the floor, cold, and was tied to something a bit warmer than
the floor. The smell of this area was thick with dust and she
let out a dry cough, her throat unusually raw from the evening.
Sweets dared to open her eyes but as she did, there was nothing
to see. Only darkness; thick, pungent darkness and the slow
sound of breathing behind her. That allowed her to at least
understand that she was most likely tied to the idiot who'd
ruined her payday. She was still inherently pissed but there
were more important things at hand...First, she wiggled her
fingers considering that's all she could move seeing as her
hands were well tied straight up the mid of her forearm to the
man behind her. Next she tried her legs; pointless. Tied tight
at the ankles to the point that any struggling made the rough
ropes feel tighter and, as she breathed she felt the ropes tied
securely around their midsections. Great. This place was a rodeo
and they were the cattle. Her mouth opened and she let out a
sound of pure frustration, as weak as it was, and the sound
alone exerted pain upon her throat and head. They must not have
been gentle in depositing them because her head ached something
fierce, as if she'd been hit twice. Done with her struggling for
the moment, Sweets mouth opened once more and she spoke slowly
and gently for her throat hurt more with every word. "Hey, wake
up..."
*****************************************************
DIR Next Page