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entrancelogs2013-09-22 12:47 am
righteously) wrote in entrancelogs2013-09-22 12:47 am
And Death Follows Him (Except for when everyone gets away and he's a failure)
Who: Dean & Meg / Dean & Allison
Where: The Bank / The Rooftops
When: The second night of the event
Rating: PG13
Summary: There's a convenient robbery murder combo and then some suspiciousness that follows.
The Story:
Meg
Dean's objective is simple. He's to kill the man who runs the bank. He's pretty sure the bank's mafia sided anyway, and eliminating the man who does the dealing will make their funds run dry. He's not sure who's got beef with the mob, he doesn't particularly care. He's never been much of a details guy, he just really likes getting paid.
Evidently he's not the only one with a mark on this particular bank tonight, though, because when the banker's body drops to the ground, it reveals a figure not far behind him.
...Damn. He's not a fan of company, and a second body isn't part of the contract. It was a very fucking specific contract.
Allison
Getting away from Meg had been a bitch, but he managed it. Granted, it was with tears knitted into his clothes, blood smeared along biceps, all in all not a very incognito picture did he paint. He moves along the rooftops darkly, eyes narrowed to slits, a slight limp in his walk, attracting the attention with anyone with a sharp eye.
(And maybe a bow.)
There's nothing to specifically give away the fact that he's a villain, but the fact that he wears a mask over the lower half of his face covering his mouth probably means he's something worth investigating.
Where: The Bank / The Rooftops
When: The second night of the event
Rating: PG13
Summary: There's a convenient robbery murder combo and then some suspiciousness that follows.
The Story:
Meg
Dean's objective is simple. He's to kill the man who runs the bank. He's pretty sure the bank's mafia sided anyway, and eliminating the man who does the dealing will make their funds run dry. He's not sure who's got beef with the mob, he doesn't particularly care. He's never been much of a details guy, he just really likes getting paid.
Evidently he's not the only one with a mark on this particular bank tonight, though, because when the banker's body drops to the ground, it reveals a figure not far behind him.
...Damn. He's not a fan of company, and a second body isn't part of the contract. It was a very fucking specific contract.
Allison
Getting away from Meg had been a bitch, but he managed it. Granted, it was with tears knitted into his clothes, blood smeared along biceps, all in all not a very incognito picture did he paint. He moves along the rooftops darkly, eyes narrowed to slits, a slight limp in his walk, attracting the attention with anyone with a sharp eye.
(And maybe a bow.)
There's nothing to specifically give away the fact that he's a villain, but the fact that he wears a mask over the lower half of his face covering his mouth probably means he's something worth investigating.
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It's instinct, pure and simple, that has her swinging the box to her left, slamming it into the wall. Which manages to jar enough of the plaster to make a huge crack, straight up to the ceiling. Right before his blade reaches its intended target, a huge chunk from the ceiling falls right on his weapon.
Meg takes the chance, ducking down and booking it over to the window in record time to get out of his reach. She perches on the sill, looking over her shoulder at him, box safely tucked under her arm. The hesitation on her part is curiosity, and a need to see what this guy does next. Hard to predict what someone will do when they aren't saying anything.
"Sorry to run out on you, big boy, but I'm a busy girl." It doesn't matter now that he isn't talking - escape is within reach and having the last word is always a priority. "Want my number, in case you're ever looking for a good time?"
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How in the hell did she--??
The plaster drops, the blade scatters, and his arm throbs with the pain form the force of the impact. It's not broken, but cut a little, bleeding, annoying and impossible and weird and he stares at her, affronted and annoyed and what in the fuck?
Who the hell is this chick?
Even at her question, he doesn't talk, doesn't say a word.
But he does have one message to convey.
He stares her straight in the eyes as he lifts a finger and slowly, deliberately flips her the bird.
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This guy, though, manages to actually make her laugh. Way to go, Ninja Boy.
"You wish," is her good bye as she turns away from him, dropping out of sight and down to the ground. The landing is rough, but not enough to make her stick around.
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He doesn't know who she was, or why she was here. She doesn't know why he was here, his name, why the bank owner is dead, and that's all he really needs.
No other bodies.
No other info.
So he might not ever find out the finer details, but that's fine.
For some reason, though, he's pretty sure he really hates that bitch.
He finishes the job, and he leaves from the opposite side of the building.
...You know, just in case.