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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 23, 2016 15:39:55 GMT -5
You know the plot. Blake Anthony Thorne Twenty One  |
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 24, 2016 10:13:57 GMT -5
Arty Jillings
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((You wanna post the opener? ))
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 24, 2016 10:33:00 GMT -5
Blake made his way down the street, walking at a brisk, but not unusual pace. He was in his way to a important assignment. The man he was on this way to take care of had been continuously slipping through his agency's fingers; but finally, he was in a position where Blake could get ride of the nuisance once and for all.
He crossed the street, heading into the warehouse district. Many of his assignments had ended in this place; it appsrently housed quite the house of rats. Blake double checked the two guns in the waistband of his jeans, taking out his favorite (a 22 caliber pistol) and checking the clip. He had a full clip, ten shots. Of course, the backpack on his back was filled with more guns and ammo, in the small chance that his target knew he was coming, and had prepared accordingly. He drew his pistol, pointing it down at the ground as he slunk around in the shadows. He could hear a man talking. That must be him. He peeked around the corner. It looked like he was in the middle of some shady business deal. Looking around at the abandoned warehouses, he decided that maybe a sniper position would be better for getting rid of him. The other man wasn't on his list, after all.
Blake snuck into a building, finding a perfect place to set up. The business deal looked like it had just begun, or would continue on for some time. He set up his rifle, and took aim, waiting for the opportune moment.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 24, 2016 10:45:36 GMT -5
On the other side of the warehouse, out of Blake's field of vision, Arty had already arrived and set up her sniper. She sat up in the rafters of the warehouse, lying flat on the narrow beam. She had seen Blake arrive, and debated taking aim at him instead. He had been a pest lately, and bad for business.
Slowly she saw her target back up, moving away from the other men he stood with. Without hesitation she looked through the site and took aim before pulling the trigger.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 24, 2016 10:50:57 GMT -5
Blake fired, the bullet hitting him in the side of the head and spraying brain against the nearby wall of a building. He had already seen the other sniper, and took care of him before she could. He packed up his things quickly, keeping his person behind buildings and other objects, so she couldn't get a clear aim on him. He knew she was working for another organization, and was killing to fuel illegal means. He also knew that he had been stirring up their anger towards him lately, by stealing all their kills.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 24, 2016 10:55:47 GMT -5
Arty knew better than to yell out in anger, but reloaded, aiming and shooting her new target in the leg. Skillfully she ran across the rafters towards the other assassin. He had taken her kill for the last time
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 24, 2016 10:58:44 GMT -5
"Fuck," Blake muttered, pulling out his pistol. He took cover, knowing he'd be unable to run with his leg like this. He pulled out his walkie, reporting what was happening to HQ. This was going to turned into a firefight, it seemed.
"Send backup only if you can kill her safely," he ordered into the radio.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 24, 2016 11:03:01 GMT -5
Arty had her secondary out, and as she got within yards of him heard him calling backup. "Kill her safely. What a joke." Suddenly a bullet skimmed by her face, cutting her cheek. She took cover behind another rafter and cursed. Now the men of whoever had been assassinated were shooting at both her and Blake.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 24, 2016 11:05:09 GMT -5
Blake fired, shooting one of them between the eyebrows, "shit!" He muttered, firing at the rest of them.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 24, 2016 11:08:26 GMT -5
Arty fired as well, picking off the men one by one.
((How're we having her get captured by him?))
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 24, 2016 11:12:25 GMT -5
While she picked off the men, Blake snuck around her. Once the men were all dead, he held the gun to her head, "drop your weapon," as he spoke. His men from his HQ surrounded them.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 24, 2016 11:17:16 GMT -5
Arty glared at him, slowly setting the gun on the ground. "Okay. Ya got me." She said, somewhat sarcastically as she held up her hands
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 24, 2016 11:22:05 GMT -5
He kicked her gun away and tied her up, "any last words?" He put the gun to her head,
"Wait!" The crowd of men parted, and there stood his father.
"Don't shoot her. She may be useful."
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 24, 2016 11:27:53 GMT -5
Arty raised an eyebrow, "Look old man, I don't know what you're getting on about but there's no way in hell im helping you." She said
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 24, 2016 11:30:09 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes, "with all due respect, she will be of no use at all. Let me kill her."
((Idk what he would have in her to make her stay))
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