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#Post#: 334454--------------------------------------------------
Re: An Unlikely Hit
DIR By: Anthonie
Date: April 9, 2013, 8:58 am
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The plan that he had didn't seem to work out just as he had
planned it; he was far too beat up to fully register his
actions. His vision was fading, his hearing was faltering, even
the upgrades to his body wasn't enough. Damn that Shane:
Vanishing without a trace and leaving no Tech for the GHs. Sean
had passed out before he had the chance to grab his weapon and
deliver the final shot that would kill the Barracuda. That was
the last thing he had seen before the feeling of being shook and
this sweet, yet poison filled voice beckoned his attention. His
eyes couldn't open yet; the only thing that he could move were
his fingers and his head. Quickly, he realized that he was tied
up with his back against another warm body, seemingly, it's the
owner of the voice that called out to him, telling him to 'wake
up'. He wasn't sleeping, was he? "Ugh...My head.." He groaned as
he tried to move, being held at bay by the restraints. "What the
hell happened?" Questioned Sean as the damp dankness of the
holding place finally hit him. His eyes opened finally and he
could visualize the landscape which held them captive. "Quite a
lovely place here, huh? I would ask if this was your way of
showing a guy a good time, but I kind of hate you right now.
And, don't ask how I know it's you; I could smell that perfume
anywhere.."
#Post#: 334465--------------------------------------------------
Re: An Unlikely Hit
DIR By: Elin
Date: April 9, 2013, 1:49 pm
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"Don't flatter yourself, baby, I wouldn't show you a good time
regardless of the situation. Hate me as you wish but you fucked
up my mission, so I pretty much hate you too." Her voice, as
light and seemingly sweet as it was, was simply thoroughly
seething. As if her tongue were on fire when she spoke before
breaking into a small fit of coughing through the ache of her
throat. "My luck to use the only other person sent here to kill
as a scapegoat..." She whined as her thin arms against his
pulled for a moment and struggled despite knowing full well how
tied together they were; whoever tied them must have a passion
for knots. "To top it all off, my dress is ruined! Do you even
know how much this cost me!" It was almost admirable how she
could find the ability to whine despite nearly having her
trachea cracked beneath the muscle man's grip from earlier but
she was mad! Her only hit that would keep her lavish for months
and this jerk had to come in and ruin it all! Eventually, she
quit her struggling and just resigned with a small thunk of her
head on the floor, grumbling childishly as she sighed out. "This
would have been a hell of a payday if it weren't for you..." She
seemed resigned now almost as if she were sulking but, Sweets
wouldn't have her job if that was what she did in this type of
situation. Instead, she began to squirm again only this time
with a purpose. They'd felt her up for guns, not for her tiny
little concealed weapons and the type she had was set up
specially to remain hidden...firm inside of her bra, that was.
"Alright asshole, listen, I don't want to be tied down here with
you anymore than you do with me. I've got a knife on me but I
can't exactly...well, reach it. Until I can get it out, if I
can, you need to put that thick skull of yours to use and begin
thinking of a way to get out of these ropes. They're not just
going to leave us here to rot, that's not their style!"
#Post#: 336808--------------------------------------------------
Re: An Unlikely Hit
DIR By: Anthonie
Date: April 17, 2013, 2:00 pm
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"Bastards took my jacket..." Sean outwardly complained; his
voice synching with the woman's as if a way to place her on the
back-burner for his own plight, namely his red leather jacket.
He loved that jacket and wouldn't leave home without it.
Besides, it was almost bullet proof and looked so cool! Being
taken aback by what she had said, Sean's attitude toward his
jacket quieted while he sat in silent contemplation. He didn't
care how she felt about him or anything else. She was a killer
too?! "Hold on.. What you say? Mission?" He asked, his voice
softening for a second before speaking again. "And, here I
thought that you were just some sexy piece of ass that wouldn't
suck his dick right, so he threw your ass out here with me.."
Chuckling, despite the situation, Sean felt the struggle against
his body, causing the ropes to burn his flesh. "Fuck your dress!
What about my damned coat?!" Rolling his eyes, but somehow
finding a smirk. "Besides, I'm sure one of the ladies downstairs
wouldn't mind sharing one of theirs with you. Seems like it
wouldn't be much to replace anyway. And to think, if they do,
it'll be one that's much better than those old rags.."
Shrugging, Sean tried flicking his wrist, twisting it until it
was turned around backward. "You're one to talk; you had him all
to yourself and couldn't get the job done..." He shook his head,
leaning back slightly against her. "Look, bitch. You do things
the hard way. Feel my hand?" By now, his palm of his hand would
be pressed against her lower back. "I need you to pull it. Don't
ask questions, just do as best you can." Inside of his
detachable wrist, the man housed a razor sharp blade that
resonated to cut even wire effortlessly. It wouldn't cut them,
of course, considering it was controlled by him. Hopefully, if
she was anywhere as good as she claimed to be, she would know
what to do.
#Post#: 337108--------------------------------------------------
Re: An Unlikely Hit
DIR By: Elin
Date: April 17, 2013, 8:18 pm
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"Fuck your jacket." She spoke pretentiously as she continued to
squirm, well aware of the burning pain the ropes brought upon
her legs and arms while silently glorifying in the fact that it
would be hurting him too. It was his fault they were in this
mess to begin with! If he hadn't burst through that door like an
uncultured asshole, Barracuda wouldn't have turned to see her
gun and she wouldn't have been thrown across the damn room. His
brains would have been nicely splattered and she'd be walking
away with enough money to last her a good few months!! But no,
Mr. Tall, Gruff, and Handsome here had to be the only person in
the club she used as a test dummy and he turned out to be on the
same hit as she was! God, her luck... Now, as he spoke, she grew
more and more irritated being attached to this asshole. Sure, he
complimented her on her looks but it wasn't something she didn't
already know and, as he began to speak more and more ill about
her dress, Sweet's composure snapped for a moment and she hissed
just before pulling her head forward only to smash it back.
The impact of her head on his hurt like a bitch but once again,
the masochistic satisfaction of knowing it might hurt him too
made the situation worth it, or so she hoped as she felt the
stinging throb now combining with the earlier throb of her head.
"Shut your damn mouth! This whole situation is all your fault!
Owww..." She groaned barely to herself as her head really began
to hurt now. His skull must have been as thick as she thought it
was!!
Now being attached to this guy was certainly becoming more and
more unpleasant. Never in her job had someone got this
underneath her skin before! He just kept talking and talking,
insulting her tastes and her job, putting her on vicious defense
like a dog backed in a corner. "It's called tact, dickhead! I
can't just go in there and pull a gun out in front of his face
and not expect turmoil! Unlike you, I have strategy! And also,
unlike you, I don't get the shit beat out of me!" Sweets voice
grew higher and more agitated, much like a wanabee prom queen
who missed by just one vote. She really...hated this guy!!
Already she was considering sacrificing a concussion to
hopefully put him into a headache until she felt the sudden
press of his fingers against her lower back. Usually, something
like that wouldn't bother her; her job was to seduce and
silence, after all! But this guy!...It royally made her
completely frazzled. Sweets let out a sound into the dark at
that touch, a small mixture of what was partially a squeal and
a gasp before she attempted to recollect herself, hissing out in
that spiteful, prideful tone of hers. "Of course I feel your
fucking hand you lech! Don't tell me what to do when you're
feeling me up!" Even though she sounded pernicious, Sweets was
desperate now to get off of this guy, despite how comfy his back
did feel...Wait, what? Sweets was quick to disperse that last
thought as if it never happened.
Grumbling beneath her breath, the primped beauty squirmed just
slightly so that her fingers could slip up his towards his
wrist, grabbing around the warm flesh while mumbling out in
disbelief. "I don't see what this is going to do but I swear, if
this is just some stupid prank of yours, I'll knock your damn
head off." Not as if she could do that again. The bump on her
head was a loving remember that he was built as solidly as he
looked. Sweets pulled then, as he asked, just wanting to get out
of here, get her bike, and go home...Her hit wasn't over yet,
that was for sure; she'd have to change herself again to go
after this guy but it was always something she could do after
some rest and a bath.
#Post#: 341609--------------------------------------------------
Re: An Unlikely Hit
DIR By: Anthonie
Date: May 16, 2013, 2:43 pm
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"Fuck your face!" Sean responded as he fidgeted to align his arm
so that she could do what he asked of her. He didn't know if she
was going to do it or not, it might have been weird for her to
be asked of such, but tight situations demands for actions such
as this. Who would have known that this.. 'classy'.. woman, if
she could be called that, was sneaking her way inside of the
man's guard like a slippery snake. She was just so sweet and
deadly. all at the same time. He couldn't help but think; she's
so beautiful, so violent, and so perfect! Grah! Sean shook his
head to rid himself of the thoughts that coursed through his
mind. Though, he didn't have to wait for that to clear his
thoughts, because his head was smacked by the back of her own.
His vision blurred which scattered his senses for a short period
of time. His ears still rang minutes after! "Damn! Your head is
hard! To think, I thought it was full of air!" He said, while
now shaking his head to regain his senses back. She was really
irritating. "Lucky you're pretty!" He told her, his voice dark
and drizzled in acidic venom.
"Ugh" Sean complained at her dribble. "Moan moan moan. Bitch
bitch bitch. Yadda.. Shut the fuck up and think, shit.." Sean
cursed. He wondered how anyone could even live with this
condescending bitch. Granted, it was a redeeming quality of hers
that even that was kind of sexy. "I had it all together. I
didn't expect to see you up there with him. I would have killed
them all, but NOOOO. I had to think about his slut on his arm.."
Sean spat, blood leaking from his lips and mingling with his
saliva. His fingers twitched like a spider sprayed with bug gas
before uncoupling from his wrist. He then slipped his arm from
the bonds before reattaching it to his wrist and untying
himself. He then moved to undo the bonds that captured his feet.
Struggling to stand, Sean turned back to the woman. He didn't
know if she could see him from how dark it was, but he could see
her slightly. She was beautiful; looking all helpless and
distraught. Much different from how she looked just minutes
earlier; or however long it was. "Whelp. I guess I'll see you
later. Got a fish to catch.. Now to figure out a way out of
here.."
#Post#: 341612--------------------------------------------------
Re: An Unlikely Hit
DIR By: Elin
Date: May 16, 2013, 7:57 pm
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Sweets was growing impatient. An impatient Sweets was not sweet
at all. The more he talked int hat condescending tone, the more
she had every want to risk another concussion on that damn thick
skull of his!! She was halfway close to doing it before she felt
the spazz of his hand in its unnatural manner against her lower
back, causing a rather shameful squeal to leave the cotton-candy
sweetness of her lips. What he hell was he doing?! As soon as
she felt it, it had completely disappeared...and by that, she
meant his hand. His hand literally fucking dropped. It was then
that it sort of pieced together.
Sweets had heard rumor of these weird mechanical body parts some
people managed to get a hold of nowadays. They were increasing
in popularity mainly because...well, what wasn't convenient
about a fully operational piece of metal that wouldn't hurt
instead of fleshy pink meat skin? The only downside to these
things were that they cost an arm and a leg, metaphorically and
sometimes literally. Things like that never went for cheap and
even with her level of income, Sweets probably couldn't afford
it, not like she'd want to. That must mean this guy was either
loaded or had some serious connections. And seeing how he was
hunting this asshole just like she was, she assumed it was
connections.
Sitting up with the now loosened ropes around her hands, it
wasn't a challenge at all to wiggle her wrists free and then
daintily pick apart the knots at her feet, balling the tough
rope in the palms of her hands as he talked, angering her more
and more until she felt no need to try and be the bigger person.
"I had it all under control, fucknut! Impulsive nobody's like
you who front on MY business ruin MY hits. He would have been
dead, I would have had the money in my damn hands but NO!
Asshole McGee in the flesh has to come in, looking worse than
most of these whores after a violent client visit and you had to
get us caught. That's sooooo all together!" She hissed
spitefully and, like the most popular bitch in school, she
flicked her hair over her shoulder and gave off a loud 'hmph'
before looking down to try and survey the damage to her dress in
the dark. "This whole situation is all your damn fault. Why
couldn't you have just sat there and enjoyed getting some alone
time with me, then just call it a day?" Sweets pouted then,
quite literally. She jutted out her bottom lip and fingered the
small spots of dust she could practically feel against her black
dress. There was no way this would get fixed with just a wash...
As much as she hated this dick, he made a point. They had to get
out. "Look here, dickhead. I hate you, a lot, I mean a WHOLE lot
but listen closely. Think you can do that, baby?" She spoke with
venom practically dripping from her lips. "Now, here's what's
gonna happen, alright? We're gonna get out of here, I'll help
you with that much." It was all smoke and charm, just like when
they'd first met on the dance-floors. That was a special ability
Sweets had; whatever she lacked she made up for in total,
hypnotizing charisma. Like a python, she wrapped her way around
people's minds and that was what made her so fucking good at her
job. She sauntered in the dark, aware of his position from the
sounds he made simply by breathing. Her breath was quietly
shallow while she touched her fingertips to his back, dragging
them as she walked around him. "I'll help you get out and then
you'll back off my hit, got it, baby?" She removed her
fingertips while the click of her heels echoed around the room,
her voice losing its sugary sweet seduction when she began to
talk normally once again. "Now, notice how fucking cold it is in
here? It's not damp like this place has been left unattended to
just rot in its own must. While it's dusty...and ruined my
dress, it's not...messier than that. People come down here a
lot...and why would you put a bunch of people in an area without
proper ventilation, right?" As she talked, the sounds of her
footsteps moved about the perimeter of the room.
"Ventilation...there's got to be a vent in here somewhere."
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