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Post by Bryna Delai on Aug 31, 2006 1:59:02 GMT -5
Bryna blinked. He does look different... oh damn. I so badly wanted to run my hands through his pretty hair.... oh well. She smiled back.
"So, what's the plan?" She inquired with honest curiosity. "I would like to be informed of any major happenings tonight that affect us... namely me." She added as an after thought.
She let her glance fall back to the hair on the floor. Damn... She thought again, bitterly.
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Post by Samsali Elensar on Aug 31, 2006 2:30:23 GMT -5
An Elf slid closer to a door, hearing voices rise and fall inside the room. This was what she came here for. This is what she needed to do. Her hair was pulled tight over her ears, making sure they didn't peek through. Her eyes were intense and darting, making sure she didn't get caught..
One slender hand snaking out and quickly picking out the cheap lock on the door, she whipped around and seized the doorknob, slowly turning it. Opening the door only a crack, she managed to slip into the space, silently returning the door to closed.
Edging along the white corner wall, the girl smiled deviously as she quietly released a gun from her belt. She held it next to her chin at the ready before springing out in a bent-knee stance, eyes glimmering as she wavered the gun between the target and the strange person also here.
"Put your hands up," she purred seductively, raising her eyebrows as a sultry smirk fought onto her face. "You're coming with me."
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Post by Bryna Delai on Aug 31, 2006 2:34:59 GMT -5
Bryna whirled around, spotting a new figure, then, most importantly, her gun. She slowly rose her hands abover her shoulders and looked towards Aras, begging him with her eyes to do the same.
Who the hell is SHE?! And what buisness does she have waving a gun around?! Bryna thought nervously.
Maybe I shouldn't have gotten involved with Aras.... She thought anxiously. She looked towards the girl. "What do you want with us?" She asked incrediously. She couldn't beleive this was happening to HER!
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Post by Samsali Elensar on Aug 31, 2006 2:48:21 GMT -5
"Yess.." the girl hissed, obviously pleased at the sudden response to her command, and even better, how well this strange person was obeying. "That's a good girl.. I'm only after your friend here, but I can't take any chances. Sorry, you'll have to come as well..."
Grinning evilly and crossing the hall to the trembling slutty-looking girl, the Elf raised her gun and thumped the target's friend behind her head, swiftly moving out of the way of where she was sure to fall.
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Post by Bryna Delai on Aug 31, 2006 2:51:26 GMT -5
Bryna opened her mouth to protest but before any words came out she felt a massive 'thump' on her head. The scenary started to fade out, becoming fuzzy. "Aras?" She asked un-steadily, then it was black.
With a thud her body fell to the ground, un-moving. She lay on her back, limbs sprawled at relaxed angles. She almost looked like she was sleeping, save for the strange bump growing on her head where she had been hit.
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Post by Aras Paolini on Aug 31, 2006 2:55:44 GMT -5
Hands shakily next to his ears, Aras stared in shocked alarm at this girl who randomly burst in and knocked out Bryna and mentioned something about him being the target.. Target for what? Sure, he was wanted-- but nothing had ever happened like this!
"What do you want from me?" he asked, eyes widening at her gun's barrel. "Are you trying to get a few bucks? Stop, okay? I can give you money- just don't make me go to HIM.."
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Post by Samsali Elensar on Aug 31, 2006 3:16:05 GMT -5
A cold smile grew on her cherry lips, stretching her cheeks. Cold amber eyes bore into the target's flesh, her hands curled around the gun pointed unshakingly at his heart. Laughter danced from her smile, mocking and cruel laughter.
"You fool, how dare you act like you know me and what I'm doing! I assure you, you do not. It's quite a generous offer to pay me what my love would, but I would prefer his rival to be caught rather than let free," she simpered, golden honey words delicately lining the space between the two. "Now, Aras Paolini. This will only hurt a bit..."
Her right fist letting go of the metal gun, it flipped out and slammed into the man's jawbone. She dropped the gun and gripped his shoulders, her left foot lashing out and kicking his stomach, his chest, and his balls before crossing smoothly to his head and knocking it into the ground, effectively sending him out cold.
"My love will be pleased," her voice drawled out. "I can hardly wait."
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