Postby Mister » Fri Aug 05, 2011 11:36 pm
OOC: BEHOLD MY SHINNING WALL OF TEXT! MUWAHAHAHAHHAA! AND MY OVER USE OF CAPS! BWAHAHAHA!
Price stepped from the off ramp of the cargo plane he'd traveled in. The trip had been uneventful and all together boring, with the exception of hsi men explaining what had taken place at his office. From what they told him, his attendant as made to leave the building through the front door. But even as her first step landed on the outer steps she had jerked backwards, blood showering everything behind her.
His men had caught her falling body and dragged her inside, slamming and locking the door behind them. They had immediately rushed her behind a desk and told everyone to get down. Being simple civilians, and not understanding why his attendent had been shot, they hesitated. It was their first, and last, mistake.
Bullets had showered the building, punching holes in almost all of the still stanidng office workers. A few ahd dropped to the floor even as the first bullets struck their marks, their screams filling the room. It had grown quiet for a few moments and everyone had quieted down. This was due to much insisting from his men and overall terror.
In almost the same instant the lights went out and the windows imploded. His men, being trained professionals, fired simultaneously to either side of the windows and directly below them. Their trianed and practised shots had struck home, downing the first wave of intruders.
But then all hell broke loose, The main door suddenly shattered under a hevavey explosion. In and instant a dozen assailants had entered through the front door and almost the same number through the windows. His men had fought like savages, cutting with knives, blasting with pistols and sub machineguns.
One man even claimed to have pulled the pin on a grenade on an assalint's belt and kicked him away into a group that were rushing him. The burns on his face and hands showed that he had only just made it over a desk in time to escape the full blast.
The others had also managed to escape the blast by throwing themselves behind tables, desks, and enemy corpses. It was clear though that the blast had ended the attack and sent the few survivng enemies running.
It was this fact that some had survived, and escaped, that led them to leave the lights off and stay prepared for another assualt. Price had listened with care, drinking in every detail and spoken word. Every gesture and added explination.
Price would have to repay Serigi in kind someday soon, very soon. Price waited as his men unloaded his supplies, and then formed up around him. The airstip they were on was small and rather remote. Yet it offered the best view of the Mansion where the three survivng Benefactors were heldup.
Price looked up the hill that towered beside the airstrip and say the white plaster walls of the Mansion's outer walls gleam in the sunlight. Turning to his men he said, "i hope you're rested, because we're going in there tonight."
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Juliana jerked away in fear as the girl kicked her. The savage monster from the night before was gone, replaced by her natural personality. Juliana was a fearful girl, she was raised by abusive parents until they died from a car wreck when she was six. Juliana was immediately placed in the care of a local Orphanage.
She had grew older knowing only the fear of angry parents and the fear of the older children stealing her meager meals every day. When Price had found her, she had run form the orphanage and was huddled in the snow. Her heart and mind were completely broken. There was nothing left but shatter peices of the little girl who had been there before, she had become a shell.
But Price had tended to her gently, and slowly over the years put back together the broken peices, but also instilled a new personality within her. She knew, once she had regained herself, what Price had done to her. He'd made her a tool for his devices, yet she did not care.
To Juliana, Marcus Price, was god, was hope, was love, and He was life. He'd given her everything and treated her as his own child, even as he used her for murder, or theft. Juliana was totally loyal to Price, totally given over to his will.
Now, as the girl spoke to her she only whimpered and curled up in a ball. Hot tears ran down her face, she had failed Him. Juliana had heard Price's words, had heard the dissapointment in his voice. It was worse than death to her, worse than torture.
Juliana finaly looked up at the girl and managed to whisper, "I have nothing to say to you. You stoped me from doing what i was told. Now Ppapa is mad at Julie!" this brought a renewed flood of tears.
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Watari's spies had located Eliza, and were keeping tabs on her. That is, until she had approached Quinton, and entered his room. Watari had warned them of Quinton and it was the first time they'd seen fear, true fear, in Watari's eyes. So they abandoned their work and reported to Watari.
Watari's reaction was not what they'd expected. He'd slammed his hands down on the table he was sitting at and then turned it over, spilling all the glasses of liquer and bottle of beer that were atop it.
"So! the Goody-Goody wench is in bed with the Killer is she!?" His voice was loud and dripping with malice, "That's just dandy! This will make it only so much sweeter when i slit her throat in front of Price!"
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Eliza worked carefully, withh what she had. She first heated water on the furnace and then removed the old bandages. with careful and practiced hands she used a kitchen knife and a pair of sewing tweezers she had to remove the bullet. She then poured the liquer on it and heated a knife on the furnace as well.
Looking up into Quinton's eyes she spoke softly, "I came here to keep an eye on you, Thomas." She blushed slightly and turned away, "And it seems i was right to do so." She picked up the hot blade and turned back to him.
"Bite, your jacket sleeve, this is going to hurt..... alot." Eliza spoke calmly and with great composure. After only pausing for a moment she pressed the red hot blade to the wound and winced as the skin seared and burned. there was a slight hissing sound and a trickle of smoke rose fromt eh blade.
Eliza removed the blade alost as quickly as she'd applied it, satisfied that it's closed the wound. Not seeing any fresh bandages around she did not hesitate to cut the lower part of her dress and use it to cushion and wrap the wound.
Once she was finished Eliza folded her bloodied hands on the lap of her now blood smeared dress and smiled sweetly up at Quinton. "There" her vocie was perky and happy, "all done, you'll fell better in no time!"
You musta been reading my mind..... *suspicious* 