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Post by Comic on Jul 4, 2016 1:20:07 GMT
[attr="class","ttop"] I'm gonna fight 'em off COULDNT HOLD ME BACK
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right
behind my back And I'm
talkin' to myself at
night Because I can't
forget Back and forth
through my mind
Behind a cigarette [attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"]marisa pulls her hair out of her eyes, standing firm, standing tall. its almost time for the briefing. she waits, with potential others left to gather. it was a simple message passed along through alliance communication lines. one of the wealthier dons - don abbadelli? - has found out that his son, who recently and quite sloppily shot up a bank in haste and anger, was under target from heroes or vigilantes unknown. with that, there was a handsome payout for a low profile group to escort the son out of the city. a very, very handsome pay, but with a specific constraint that they didn't want anyone of renown, anyone famous. no doctor frosts on this task; they wanted to keep it simple, easy, and get him out asap. comic felt that she occupied that niche. however, it wasn't a solo contract; it was open to others, and someone else might show up. she waited, edge of the dock, waiting, surrounded by what she could only describe as family members of the don with guns at the ready, waiting, waiting, waiting. marisa feels uneasy. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by KNOCKOUT on Jul 12, 2016 3:29:34 GMT
zoya wasn't a big fan of working with others -- she didn't play nice, usually -- but this job had such an enormous payout than she'd have to be completely stupid to turn it down.
donning her outfit, she opted for the non-bedazzled leggings and all-black clothing. zoya had a distinct feeling the mob wouldn't be too thrilled about some of her normal clothing choices and though she'd really like to tell the mob to stick it up their ass, she figured they wouldn't give her her money if she said that.
pulling her mask up and over her mouth and nose she made it to the docks. there was a group of a lot of tall guys with suits and guns and another girl, a lot shorter than the guys and with shocking red hair. she'd never seen her before...zoya hoped she was decent, or this wouldn't be as easy as she thought it would be.
approaching the group, she put her hands on her hips.
"so, we gonna stand around all day or head out? time is money."
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life is hard and then you die
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Jul 15, 2016 11:11:59 GMT
Post by Comic on Jul 15, 2016 11:11:59 GMT
[attr="class","ttop"] I'm gonna fight 'em off COULDNT HOLD ME BACK
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right
behind my back And I'm
talkin' to myself at
night Because I can't
forget Back and forth
through my mind
Behind a cigarette [attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"]she doesnt wait long before someone else arrives, and it isnt who she expects. she has a vague idea of people who work for the dons, like her; a few local villains she's acquainted with on professional basis only. this one is new, and marisa cocks an eyebrow at the approach and tone taken. she almost laughs. almost. before she does say anything, one of the made men clears his throat, and the sound of a small boat becomes clear in the air. within the span of seconds, the speeder pulls up to the dock in a haste; a sloppy docking, at best, as a trio steps out. she recognizes one as the don; she has no idea which one it is, but he's plump and each finger has a ring that could constitute for a year of her pay. another is a gun-toting man with a face like a permanent scar; nothing on it looks natural, and even his neutral expression seems to be a stitching grimace. the third is what she can only assume her cargo; a weasel-y looking boy, probably not even twenty, looking like he hasn't even showered in a few days. lovely. its all she can do to resist a sigh before he begins to speak up. the don's voice carries, even as he keeps quiet. "alright, you two. get this boy out of town as soon as you can. we're providing a car and driver, but if he doesn't make it out, its on your heads." without so much as waiting for a response, he's back in the boat, gunman and all, and off. that leaves comic, the girl, the son, and three armed men, who begin to walk off the docks to a parked van. wonderful. the son sniffs at the air before moving forward, and marisa herself walks up to the new girl. "time is money? suppose you could say we're getting paid for nothing, then," and the disdain for who she has to protect is pretty apparent. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by KNOCKOUT on Jul 24, 2016 1:04:10 GMT
when no one responded to her, she deflated a little. okay, so maybe the mob made her a little bit nervous, and maybe it's because they have all these guns strapped to them. she really needs to invest in one of those.
within moments the don arrives with his son, and she tries her best not to frown. the kid looks greasy and disgusting, the kind of kid who would try to feel you up at a club but run away if you looked at him. it was times like these she wished she could just swear of men forever.
when the don was done telling them their task (which took less time than she imagined and it was kind of a dramatic entry just for that, she thought) he left, leaving zoya with the kid, the redheaded girl and the three armed guys. everyone else began walking towards the van, but the redheaded girl came over to her.
she chuckled a bit at what the other said, glancing back over at the kid. ugh. she could only imagine the funk coming off of him. why did most guys like, refuse to shower?
"i guess we gotta make the best out of it," she said, something pretty unlike her. but she wanted that money, okay? "i'm knockout, i don't remember if i've seen you around arkham before."
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Jul 24, 2016 20:50:17 GMT
Post by Comic on Jul 24, 2016 20:50:17 GMT
[attr="class","ttop"] I'm gonna fight 'em off COULDNT HOLD ME BACK
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right
behind my back And I'm
talkin' to myself at
night Because I can't
forget Back and forth
through my mind
Behind a cigarette [attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"] "comic," she replies when a name is given, and offers a nod in the direction of knockout. "i keep to simpler jobs, usually. just guarding warehouses and such." she turns and watches the scrawny lad they are to be watching, who seems... still as nervous as before. she has trouble believing that this is the runt that shot up a bank and killed dozens of people. she could do with hearing her laugh a bit more, even as something sad tugs at her own face. but before that, the back of the van opens up, and the don's son is saying something - marisa doesn't bother with listening - and as he is mid-sentence, she places one hand on his shoulder, the other near his hip, and with a shove tosses him into the van. she closes the back before she has to hear him and turns to her compatriot. "ladies first, if you want a particular seat. i don't think we'll be needing to keep too close of an eye out for anyone. i doubt they'd send anyone after just him..." too bad she was speaking too soon. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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Post by KNOCKOUT on Aug 18, 2016 1:41:08 GMT
the way this comic was making it all sound, this was going to be a piece of cake mission. maybe she should work for the mafia more often if she got this kind of money for such a simple job.
and the redhead's manner of handling the kid was pretty funny, honestly. if she knew she was allowed to shove the don's son, she totally would've, but then he probably would have hit the other side of the van hard. then he'd whine about how he got hurt, the don would probably have her killed...etcetera, etcetera. and that would suck.
smirking a bit, she clambered into the van and slid over so there was room for comic on the seat next to her, patting it slightly.
"it's so cute you think i'm some kind of lady," she chuckled. the driver in the front seat was probably groaning about everything he had to work with: the gross kid, the cheeky villains...but knockout was settling in for a pretty fun evening.
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