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Post by Ace on Dec 12, 2009 16:23:13 GMT -5
((Keep in mind this is before the Masquerade seeing as I posted Ace in the Masquerade before I knew I was marked))
It was late, the marketplace was pretty dead at this point but it was the quickest route she knew to get back to the lodging house. She sighed and hummed a tune as she shoved her hands in the pockets of her tattered pants. Ace was one to keep to herself when walking home, unless her friends showed up and needed her and wanted to chat. She wasn't one to go looking for them though so she hadn't been able to grab someone to walk back with her. She looked down her hair draping into her pale face as her mind turned to a number of things, she had just heard the news about Irish proposing to Poet, she wondered what that must be like. She bit her bottom lip, it must be nice to have someone to love and lately she was regretting giving up Spade a few years ago.
She stopped for a moment, hearing footsteps behind her. She slowly looked over her shoulder to find nothing, nobody. That was unusual..She kept walking slowly and cautiously keeping her ears open but before she knew it, it was too late to react. She was grabbed and pulled into an alleyway, her mouth covered by a hand, and the man's grip tigh around her waist. "What should we do with this one boss?"the man spoke. Obviously he wasn't in charge if he was asking someone else what to do with her. She cringed as he turned her around to face another man hidden in the shadows, Ace wasn't one to scream or cry out unless she had a legit reason to, being grabbed wasn't enough yet. She watched the shadowed man in confusion for a moment as the man holding her fell silent waiting for direction of some sort.
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Post by Killer on Dec 12, 2009 16:58:42 GMT -5
Killer examined the girl's face. "Hmm... She's a Manhattan girl, isn't she? Maybe we should send her head to Jacky-boy?" He asked. The guy holding Ace laughed, "Shut up. I wasn't making a joke." He reached into his coat pocket. He was the only one not wearing a mask or gloves. "Let's see." He read the piece of paper. "You sleep around girl? You a child out of wedlock?" He asked. "See, I got the Freeman boy 'cause, well, the blonde sl** escaped. I'll get her. Oh and Miss Poet of course. Maybe I'll even get Mr. Liam O'Reilly..." He said thoughtfully. "You know what I can't stand? Whores. And children who are sin. That's why I killed my mother, she was a prostitute you know... I couldn't have something like that hanging over my head for the rest of my life..." He took a deep breath. "My knife's sharp. It won't hurt." He smirked at her. "Promise."
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Post by Ace on Dec 12, 2009 17:11:29 GMT -5
She knew now would be the time to speak as the man dropped his hand from her mouth. "Ya gonna answer him girl? Have some damn respect,"he hissed nudging her in the side hard. She groaned and looked up at Killer. "Do I sleep around? No....haven't ever slept with a soul in my life....am I wedlock, what the hell does that mean?"she asked. Her voice was tough to a point but she was being honest, she had no clue what wedlock meant, she was sure it meant someone who slept around as well right? She tilted her head as the man holding her laughed again at her words. She shot a glare over her shoulder at the man,"Didn't he tell you to shut the hell up Mister?"she remarked harshly at the man.
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Post by Killer on Dec 12, 2009 17:16:29 GMT -5
Killer stopped smirking. He frowned and ran his finger along his knife. "Hmmm." Then he slapped her. "Next time I will punch you. Then I will stab you. Then I will turn the knife." Killer smirked now. "Then you will die." He looked at the man. "Blindfold her. No, gag her. I want her to see this. See missy, I don't rape the girls, he does. I clean up the messes." He told her slyly. "Now, any last words?"
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Post by Ace on Dec 12, 2009 17:23:49 GMT -5
Ace looked at him,"Are you serious? let me ask you somethin'.... Poet...I can imagine why ya'd do that ta her alright...I can imagine why ya'd do a number of things ta anyone ok? But if yer gonna do the killing ya may as well do the raping too, what the hell do you get out of this anyway?"she asked her voice held no sign of fear at the moment. The man holding her looked at her strangely in distraction for a moment before he looked at Killer,"Gag her now? Or let her finish talking?"he asked confused at how the girl was reacting to all of this. Normally he wouldn't question but it seemed this girl may have some intrigue to Killer, she had good points too but he wouldn't say that alloud, he tightened his grasp around her waist as he waited for Killer's next directions, he wasn't gonna gag her til he said yes again.
Ace rolled her eyes,"No you idiot, gag me later, when he's done killing me, of course you gag me now, jesus where do you get your henchmen from?"she remarked looking back at Killer her last remark coming out in full sarcasm.
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Post by Killer on Dec 13, 2009 14:20:55 GMT -5
Killer frowned. "I would never touch a dirty whore like her. Or you. Plus, why should exert myself. No. I get enough pleasure from killing them." Killer explained airily. Killer looked at the man. "Perhaps I should cut your tongue off?" He asked calmly, playing with his knife. "Tie her hands up. Her feet too." A second man came from the shadows. "Are you stupid? Use the rope." Killer told the second man, who was younger. He kicked the boy's head into the dirt at Ace's feet. "Hurry it up." He barked at both of them. "I am intrigued by you, but I hate talkative women. Perhaps I should rape you-with my knife." He smirked thoughtfully. Killer raised his eyebrows at her ast comment. "Insolence does not go over well with me." He said. Then he slammed her head against the wall.
"Jesus Killer! What did you do that for?" The younger man asked, he had a slight Scottish accent. "I thought you said you were just going to kill this one? Not torture them!" The young man demanded.
"Shut up. I'll kill you if you say one more word." Killer threatened. "I took you on because you asked me too, not because I wanted to."
"You said you were going to kill the blonde whore Ophelia, that's why I came on. But you messed up and killed the boy! He wasn't a sin, Killer!" The young man argued. Killer glanced at Ace and then pushed the young man against the wall beside her.
"Tell him something, darling." Killer told Ace. "Tell him something." He said again as he tightened his grip on the young man's throat.
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Post by Ace on Dec 13, 2009 14:37:48 GMT -5
She groaned when he forced her head against the wall,"Son of a bit..."she cut herself off and bit down hard on her bottom lip. She watched him converse with his henchmen through a slightly blurred vision and when he shoved the younger man next to her she was confused. She looked from Killer to the man next to her and as Killer demanded she speak she tilted her head and cringed feeling blood dripping from the back of her head.
"Tell him something? What the hell do you expect me to say hmm?"she managed through gritted teeth. She looked at Killer,"I can't read your damn mind...tell him something? All I can tell him is he may as well listen to ya are he's screwed as well....who's life is more important mine or yer own hmm?"she said the last part looking at the man next to her. "I'm pretteh sure ya have more of a future den I do...if ya don't get caught that is..."she murmured. She looked down her hair draping into her pale face and she could feel her head spinning,"God damn....if yer gonna kill meh would ya jus' do it already..."she groaned. This was when she became upset enough to speak in French,"Sanglante enfer....avoir des rapports...personne stupide, Piece de merde..."she cursed fluently as she looked up."Make up yer mind already will ya..."she murmured.
((Translation: Sanglante enfer: Bloody Hell, avoir de rapports: F***, Personnes stupide: a**, Piece de merde: pice of sh**))
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Post by Killer on Dec 13, 2009 16:25:45 GMT -5
The young man whimpered slightly. He was choking. He clawed at Killer's hand. "Neither of your lives are important to me." Killer informed her calmly without looking at the man.
"Grand... Feelia... Rosa... Merc... money..." The man was saying. He was turning blue. "Killer... two... k..."
"I know the price you fool. Two K for each of them. I know, I know. But unless you shut up..." Killer reminded him. "How much for her, huh? How much will you pay me to kill this b****?" He asked. The man help up three figers. "Three thousand?" Killer looked at Ace. "Wow, you're more expensive then the siblings..." The man kicked Killer. Killer let go quickly, surprised. He grabbed the man by his overcoat and slammed him into the wall.
"Now you're going to have to kill her... You told her information."
"Yeah? So? She's gonna die anyway. Miss Manhattan, meet Tybalt Lexeme. See, he's paying me two thousand for each of his siblings's heads. Wants the inheritance or something?" Killer asked him. Tybalt swore at him, but it was muffled by the wall. "Well Missy, what are you gonna say to that? Three thousand for your pretty face." Killer stroked her face with his knife, barely pressing.
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Post by Ace on Dec 14, 2009 21:23:23 GMT -5
Ace looked at Tybalt her eyes full of hatred,"You son of a bit**"she screamed. She snapped at this point, she looked straight into Killer's eyes,"You...if I'm so damn expensive, ask him why! I bet I can tell ya why, cause he's scared..."she said gesturing to Tybalt. She cringed slightly at the feel of the knife against her face but she didn't move. "He's scared that I'll kick his ass, well ya know what, I bet I'm worth more then Poet ain't I?"she asked looking over at Tybalt,"I'm more pricey cause I'm more important ta a select few people huh? Ta Spade,Spot, Jack, even some of the smaller boys....yer jus' lookin' fer hell ain't ya? Cause if ya kill meh, yer gonna have a lot of problems....so why don't ya just shove it!"she cursed and she kneed Killer right between the legs which shocked the man who had still been tying her up.
He let go of her and she laughed elbowing him in the face,"next time, ya may wanna get betteh henchmen,"she said as she rushed toward the entrance of the alleyway. She didn't look back, she took off for the lodging house as fast as she could ignoring every sore feeling in her body.
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Post by Mischief on Dec 19, 2009 2:19:08 GMT -5
Walking by the alleyway, Mischief saw the girl book it out and she was curious at this point. She came around the corner and entered the alley. She walked up to the two men without any hesitation and then stopped a few feet away, leaning against one of the walls and eyeing them. She smirked slightly as she eyed Killer,"she get away?"Mischief purred softly, her voice almost eery. She tilted her head and lit a cigarette before bringing it to her lips and then she took out her switchblade from her back pocketand flipped it open twirling it in her hand.
"I would've broken her kneecaps so she couldn't escape, but that's jus' meh...yer Killer ain't ya?"she asked as she stopped twirling the blade for a moment to meet his gaze. She took a nice long drag on her cigarette before twirling her blade again and looking down sligtly letting her hair drape into her face, her smirk never leaving her lips."Looks like good help is gettin' hard ta find these days ey?"she muttered knowing that it was probably Killer's henchman's fault and not personally his fault that Ace had gotten away. |
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Post by Street on Dec 19, 2009 21:20:52 GMT -5
Killer frowned at the interrupption. He watched her carefully, sneering. He grabbed her around the neck and took the cigarette away. "Children shouldn't smoke." He told her, crushing the butt against the wall, he pushed her away from him. He caught her knife squarely. "You think I'm impressed? You think you're a badass? Grow up." He told her viciously. "Is that what you would have done? Is it? I know how to do my job. I've been doing it far longer then you have. Don't try me little girl." Killer narrowed his eyes at her 'good help comment'.
"I'm not paying anyone else." Tybalt said. "See, I paid you to slit some girl's throat and she got away. You know she's gonna talk." Killer looked at him angrily. "I'll plant some things in Ophelia's bag, but don't screw up. Maybe you should take her up on whatever she's offering." He gestured to Mischief. "I've heard of you, but we need more then Mischief." He whispered her name and placed his hands on her hip, he stroked her neck and looked at Killer. "See? Pretty as a peach." He kissed her shoulder.
"I'm not after boys." Killer said. "I don't need anyone. I work alone." He hissed. He flung her knife into the dirt, it quivered there. "Leave me alone, child."
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Post by Mischief on Dec 20, 2009 22:19:20 GMT -5
Mischief looked at Killer and scoffed,"Who says all I can get is guys hmm? I know many of these girls like the back of my hand, where they come and go, times of the day, where they are...you may work alone, but I'm pretty sure you'll need help soon enough..."she said. She looked at Tybalt as he touched her and kissed her shoulder she smirked slightly,"Umm...thanks I guess..."she muttered before pulling away slightly. She eyed Killer and bent over grabbing her knife from the dirt.
"Look I neveh said I was a bada** you assumed sweetheart, but nobody needs to be alone, being alone just leads to sloppy work..."she mused. She winked at Tybalt,"I neveh asked fer payment either...sh*t sweetheart I don't need the money I do it outta sheer pleasure, I get my money from workin' at Lannigan's I don't need handouts or payment fer my jobs..."she stated. She looked Killer up and down in interest,"And besides....ya look like ya could use a goil around boyo,"she mused seductively.
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Post by Killer on Dec 22, 2009 16:35:11 GMT -5
Killer sneered at her. "I ain't interested, hear me? I don't deal with any girls, especially little whores like you. If I wanted a prostitute I'd go to Sugar." Killed walked away from Tybalt and her. "Pleasure. You don't know what pleasure is... What was your first? A cat or a dog... huh? Which one animal did you kill. I don't need anybody. I don't need anything 'cept a wallet full of cash. What's stopping me from killing you now?" He asked.
Tybalt placed a hand on Mischief's shoulder. "Hey, I'm interested. You wanna go somewhere with me?" He asked. "Don't mess with him sweetheart. He mutilates not only others, but himself. You should see below his belt." Tybalt whispered. Killer growled at him. "What? Don't look at me like that. I know everything about you... Even about your family." He turned to Mischief. "See, he has this-"
Killer's hand closed around Tybalt's throat for the second time. "And this is why he wears turtlenecks."
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Post by Mischief on Dec 22, 2009 23:30:29 GMT -5
Mischief scowled at Killer's words,"first? Cat or dog what the hell are ya talkin' about? I was neveh that low with murder....first happened ta be my little cousin...and I ain't no whore.."she hissed. When Tybalt whispered to her she tilted her head and smiled slightly but it faded when Killer grabbed hold of him. She stepped back abit and offered her knife to Killer,"I don't save anyone...no matter how cute they may be...go for it....no offense Tybalt, just not my style ta be a savior..."she said.
She looked Killer up and down for probably the tenth time since she'd stepped into the alley and she tilted her head,"I don' care what issues ya have....and it's a shame..."she mused slightly as she leaned against the wall again and eyed the two. She looked down momentarily before looking back up and she pulled her knife back and pocketed it slowly,"money's what ya want....? is that it?"she asked him. She sighed and bit her bottom lip what a shame. She sighed again and closed her pretty eyes as she leaned her head back abit,"Sugar...that's jus' sad doll..."she murmured. She opened her eyes and ran a hand through her hair absently before nodding,"Fine ya wanna be left alone....drop him and we'll be on our way how's that? I'll even give ya what I have on meh if ya want, if not ya can always kill us it don't bother meh much...."she mused carelessly, she was just trying to prove her standing points. She tossed her money clip at his feet it was a decent amount and she looked at Tybalt,"don't expect meh to jump in next time..."she muttered.
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