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| Stop Moochin'!; Eumenide | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 29 2010, 04:48 AM (172 Views) | |
| Mercury | Jan 29 2010, 04:48 AM Post #1 |
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March 20th, Year Current Time: 11 PM Place: Liberty City, Miami, Florida It was a rather silent night tonight, as the streets were far from bustling and the winds were just dying down from the earlier threat of a tropical storm. Not that Cessily would know anything about tropical storms, they tended to be not near Portland. But this was where Remy wanted her to be, to make sure the Guild's rule was enforced. Of course, the metallic girl was not one to just ignore the orders of the Guild's leader. That usually ended poorly for everyone. But at least she had time to hone her abilities until then. And she got to watch a rather interesting movie about a Terminator. That gave her some pretty interesting ideas. Though, she could not change her shape into one with skin, she could most certainly go strolling around in a rather grotesque, gargoyle form. Even if she could not fly with the metallic wings of her's, she could still look incredibly intimidating. She was strolling down the streets, scanning the not-so-busy sidewalks for any signs of activity, whether it be from the meanest looking street thug down to the smallest looking... Cessily stopped, gargoyle eyes narrowing, as she spied the cat padding towards her. It was probably just looking for some food. "Shoo," she grumbled angrily, but the cat stared at her, and meowed pitifully. Street cats always annoyed her. They were so incredibly dirty. She swerved her gargoyle tail around towards the feline, brandishing a spray bottle full of clear, blue liquid. "Shoo, or I'll spray you, cat..." she said angrily. She really did not want to, it was a cute and cuddly animal. It was just a dirty animal too. The cat stared at her, meowing again. Cessily threatened to spritz the bottle, edging it slightly closer to the cat. The cat only stared at her for a few moments, before sitting down at it's spot, observing. "Shoo!" She spritzed the ground right in front of the dirty beast. The cat jumped, and stared at the surface a moment, giving it a look of puzzlement and curiosity. "Get!" Cessily snapped grumpily. The cat wandered off, though not out of fear of being sprayed. This was just not worth it's time. "Stupid cats," Cessily grumbled, returning to her former prowling. This trip was proving to be rather dirty. "Please tell me they're closer than this," she started, "I'm not sure I can take much more of this... disgusting... part of the city... It's just... gross..." |
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| Riva | Feb 2 2010, 03:19 AM Post #2 |
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People could talk about the Big Easy all they wanted. Yes, it was kind of dirty. Yes, there were potholes that could swallow up toddlers when they weren’t looking. Yes, the Mississippi smelled like a syphilitic prostitute’s snatch, and no, don’t ask just how Riva found that out. But under that, there was a pulse, a laid-back vitality, no doubt, that ran down every ward that was as natural as their bizarre accent that didn’t sound so much Jonny Reb but a displaced Brooklynite south of Dixie. New Orleans had character. It had class. It had its rules. But when she got told to take a little road trip down to Miami, Riva was ecstatic. Not that she made a fuss of it or anything, being a bit too grown to be making a scene before the other guild members and not in her character or hard-earned (and still earning) reputation to turn into a squealing girly nut. She was mature, hardened, jaded, but the news of the sudden vacation definitely brought a wide grin to her face. Miami? Land of beaches and mojitos and hot men and sexy ladies and crazy nights that almost put Mardi Gras to shame? And there were gangbangers to bang the hell up? Hell fuckin’ yea she’d go! She didn’t have a choice in it either way, of course, but Eumenide was sincerely excited to go on this little errand, even if she had to bring the greenie along. At least Lebeau was sending them someplace fun. Or so she thought. This place was a fucking dump. Of course, Eumenide hadn’t done her research on the neighborhood, Liberty City being one of the most crime-ridden boroughs in all of the metro area and named after its notorious projects. Couldn’t say she was surprised though, New Orleans had its seedy areas as well, but since she was born and raised in the Crescent City she had no trouble seeing its silver lining. Miami, not so much. As far as she was concerned, their tourist bureau had pulled the biggest fraud in the history of America, and she would’ve marched right back to the Grey Hound station and demanded her money back if she and Liquid weren’t about to pull one of the biggest busts in their young lives. “Shoulda hit the A1A first,” Eumenide grumbled to herself, thoughts of relaxing on the beach and checking out the lovely locals really only serving to sour her disposition even more. She walked down the street with her hands jammed into her pockets, dressed to impress in nicely tailored pants and a jacket. Not like she was about to crash a little gathering of Cuban coke runners making deals with the local criminal element. But if she was going to have to break a few faces tonight, might as well look good doing it. Wasn’t too hard, considering their surroundings. How fucked up was this place where none of the locals walked out of their dwellings, or even peeked out to gawk at the argentine gargoyle plodding down the sidewalk or the only white girl in a five mile radius? Word probably got out about their arrival. The Guild’s reputation preceded it. Eumenide liked to think hers did too. “Ready t’ roll, fille?... the fuck are you doin’?” she asked, catching Liquid having some sort of stare down with a stray cat. What the hell was this, the Good, the Bad and the Shiny? Luckily the little confrontation between chrome gargoyle and curious cat ended quick, with the animal walking off and Liquid standing in the open brandishing a bottle of… “Windex? You serious?” The burgundy-haired girl looked at the spray bottle, then at Liquid, with a very skeptic expression, arching a brow. “The key t’ dealin’ with baseline thugs ain’ diplomacy… an’ it ain’ Windex’ing them in the face, either. Now Ah swear, y’ bust up in there and start wipin’ down the place, you an’ me are gonna have some words,” she warned, very seriously, but somehow remaining non-threatening. Mainly because if Eumenide was cross with someone, odds were she’d just go straight for the haymaker and skip arbitration. But granny had managed to successfully pass down at least some manners to her wayward granddaughter, and Riva did not ignore her silvery companion’s question. She stopped on the sidewalk, taking a little pause by a rusting Lincoln sedan on cinderblocks to give Liquid a proper response. And maybe watch her squirm a little—the girl really wasn’t fond of dirt. Probably because she smudged easily. “Rat’s nest is up ahead, the auto shop. Chain link fence an’ barbed wire, y’ see it?,” she asked, pointing where indicated. “Prolly a few Dobermans or Rottweilers guardin’ the place… yep, Ah was right,” she mused, looking back in the direction of their target site as the deep bellowing barks of canines sounded in the otherwise soundless evening. “They probably waitin’ for us. How ‘bout we go say hi then, oui?” she asked amicably, patting the scrapped car on the hood for emphasis. Running a bare hand up the door’s window frame, she gripped it with her fingers and heaved the junker into the air single-handedly, but used both to hoist the car over her head as she turned and tossed the car into the air. It flew spectacularly, then vanished out of sight behind a dense wall of tropical and densely foliaged palm trees and scattered flood lights, the car crashing loudly in the distance. The shouting was almost immediate, the grin on her face sort of unhinged. Stealth was not in Riva’s vocabulary. “Hahaaahahahaha!” Manic laughter, however, definitely was. |
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| Mercury | Feb 20 2010, 04:37 PM Post #3 |
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"I know better than to Windex the moochers," Cessily replied grumpily. It was the only real response she gave, as the other woman seemed to stare at some random car that had no wheels. Whatever, none of her business... even if it was extremely dirty. "Don't we want to say hi the stealthy way?" She did not get more than that out when she realized that the woman, who must have been one of Gambit's excuses for extreme amounts of humor, had picked up the car and had thrown it into the building. Cessily much preferred this option as well, but she was pretty sure this was one of those 'Thieves Guild' tests that involved 'stealthy entrances' and 'even stealthier exits.' If this was one of those tests, she was going to have a fit at Gambit when she got back... but, at this point, she highly doubted it. He would have known that Cessily would not just take charge of someone older than her like that... nevermind the woman could probably have thrown her into the Red Sea from here without extreme difficulty... So maybe that was an exaggeration, but it was a good enough one to keep Cessily from stopping her. "What an interesting way to be stealthy," she said after a few moments, "I would have never thought of that..." There was a slight hint of sarcasm under her breath, but she kept it to herself. She ambled forward on her two large, gargoyle legs. The men she saw were in the distance, but they were there, either grabbing what was left of their coke or running away, screaming madly. No matter, she could catch up to that... The first one she came to happened to be hightailing it, away from the wreckage that was caused by a falling Lincoln, but he did not have a lot of time to react beyond shoot at her a couple of times. She could feel the bullets bounce off of her springy, metallic self. This was a great advantage to being liquid metal. It was even better when she used a huge, gargoyle fist to slam into his stomach, and then used her other hand to grab his left arm and pull, attempting at the effect of keeping him in one place. Ripping it off had not been her intention, but soon enough there was a full arm in her hand, and it was hanging limp a few feet away from the same man, who was screaming his head off in pain and fear. ".... Oh, you'll clean up just nicely," she said cheerily, and, dropping the bloody arm, she whirled her tail, and the Windex, in front of his face, where she proceeded to spritz him to death with Windex. "That's for dealing on the Guild's turf!" she said angrily, "You don't do that! We'll clean you up for that one!" |
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