"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Nov 17, 2014 18:21:55 GMT
"These? No, probably not. But I slipped it on him the last time I saw him so that we didn't have to through the entire animal kingdom before getting ahold of him again when needed," Esther replies, taking the phone back from Angela.
"Should we go check out that car while we wait? It might take him a while."
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Nov 17, 2014 19:10:26 GMT
"This is a potential masquerade breech. We shouldn't leave this scene unattended. If you wait here, I'll go check out the car."
Angela was armed and Esther was better with people then she was. She could guess the Daeva vixen could divert a human from entering the tower with a wink and smile. Angela would merely cause a scene.
"Just a thought."
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Nov 17, 2014 21:50:23 GMT
"I am amiable to that," Esther replies with a nod, handing Angela the car key.
"I'll wait for Gryphon."
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Nov 18, 2014 1:58:43 GMT
Angela took the keys from Esther's hand and gripped the cold metal.
She left the tower, the night air more hateful and biting with frigged reverence. The young kindred pulled herself away from the scene, walking further and further away, even as her mind stayed glued to the horror show of burnt flesh and a kindred frozen in defense. Even as the scene played out in her head, she tried to dig deeper for his face in her memory, the feeling of familiarity nagging at the back of her mind.
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Nov 19, 2014 4:26:54 GMT
The echoes of memory cascade in Angela's mind as she walks, and the cacophony grows maddening the more she listens. What was it, this sense of -- familiarity? The lingering scent, the haunting touch? Following those details, her mind follows other fragments of sense-memory - a little girl running through a dusty Baghdad market, a peal of laughter, a slicing scream, a heady breath of patchouli and frankincense... Before she knows it, Angela finds herself at Esther's parked car, wisps of recollection licking at her feet.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Nov 19, 2014 15:23:22 GMT
The smell of hot dust and piss soaked sand wafted up into her face. The thick press of heat from the sun pushed against her clothing as beads of sweat pealed down from her under her protective cover and beneath her body armor. Angela turned as the young girl ran past her in the crowded market. She gripped her rifle, then relaxing as the child's laughter echoed through the makeshift shops and faded linings. She smiled, laughter was a welcoming comfort on patrol. Laughter turning to screaming, the smell of copper and burnt flesh rushed up with the cloud of dust. The burning of patchouli and frankincense over whelmed the young MP as she rushed to take cover....
She found herself crouched behind Esther's car, the metal of the keys gripped so tight in her hand they threatened to pierce the skin. Angela sat on the cold concert, trying to clear her thoughts, to press away the memories with the palms of her hands.
"Breath...1, 2, 3..." Angela swallowed hard, focused on the ground, "4, 5, 6..." Focusing on the smell of oil and sewer. "7, 8, 9...10."
She stood, slowly, her eyes focusing, forcing herself to remember where she was and why she was here.
The parking garage.
Going to the driver's side of the vehicle she fished for the car key.
I don't remember getting here... it was only a few blocks. Just focus on getting this done and figure the rest of this out later.
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Nov 21, 2014 4:39:25 GMT
Crushing the sharp fragments of memory into dust, Angela steels herself and slips into the car like silk. Her fingers are tight on the wheel, and she lets her body lead her. Her body remembers the way back.
A few minutes later, she finds herself back at the restaurant where the evening had gone so awry. Even with her window up, she can smell it, wafting hot on the cold air: the scent of fear, rising from the trunk of a rusted old Toyota parked half a block away.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Nov 21, 2014 16:53:23 GMT
Angela, even as she pushed the memories deep to the pit of her stomach, couldn't shake the smell of fear. The hot stench burned against her nose like the hot sun burnt dust in Baghdad. But she wasn't there, she was here, state side in city just as foreign.
She breathed out, trying to elevate herself of the stench. But it wouldn't leave her alone. An itch that kept creeping alone her spine until she couldn't ignore it any longer. Angela parked the car in the allotted lot and stepped from the leather seats into the cold bite of the city air. It was real, the smell the fear. It was so thick she knew her clothing would be consumed by it.
Angela followed the scent, like a good little blood hound. The vehicle wasn't hidden and the smell grew in thickness, to a point where Angela had to stop herself from breathing. She opened the car door and popped the trunk, easing the heavy lid to reveal the source.
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Nov 23, 2014 23:21:13 GMT
The soldier lifts the heavy, rusted lid with a shrill squeak - and a pair of well-heeled shoes kick out, hitting Angela square in the belly. The legs are bound at the heels and knees with heavy-duty cable ties, and their owner tries to desperately pull himself out of the trunk with them. His screams for help are muffled with a cloth gag, and Angela can see a terrified mortal's eyes wide with terror. Of course, at that moment a large group of raucous, laughing students rounds the corner of the block ahead, heading her way. ( Strength+Brawl+Willpower=8=1 Success, 1 Bashing)
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Nov 24, 2014 14:30:41 GMT
Angela grunted as the man kicked her square in the stomach little bastard could kick. She tried to hold him down, but she didn't hurt him in the process. The laughing of students and caught her attention. "I'm here to help." The last thing sh wanted was to be arrested.
Wide, terrified eyes connected with her dark brown orbs, anger burning hot as she forced out a command. "Be quiet."
mfElGRSB+8=10(2 successes)
Angela's whispered words were sharp and harsh. "Esther sent me, to help."
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Nov 26, 2014 6:20:34 GMT
Jeremy's soft, wet eyes take on a pathetic, cow-like sheen. The command washes over him, and his body instantly relaxes under her hands, along with his mind. His heart is still racing, and she can feel it through his sweat-soaked shirt. But he seems to believe her. "Mrrmmf..." he puffs wearily through his gag, settling down. He seems on the verge of tears, and his wrists are red from struggling against the ties.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Nov 26, 2014 18:43:31 GMT
Angela took out a pocket knife, the metal catching the light as she open the blade. As his eyes filled with tears she reassured him, "I'm just cutting you loose."
The young kindred sliced through the ties, freeing the man's hands, his skin red and swollen from pulling at the restraints. Angela slid her cold fingers down his face and pull the gag from his mouth.
"Who did this to you?" Angela closed the blade and secure it in her jacket pocket. She stepped aside to let the man out of the trunk, her eyes taking the streets to observe any patrons that happened by.
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Nov 29, 2014 0:18:32 GMT
"I... I didn't see," the shaken man says hurriedly, rubbing his wrists. Squirming to get out of the trunk, he sits on the lid and takes a deep, ragged breath. Angela had acted quickly enough that the passing people pay no attention to her and Remy, and carry along with their loud chatter. One girl barks with laughter, and Remy winces.
"Th-thanks," Remy says, nervously scratching at his cropped beard. "I, uh. I gotta go."
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Nov 29, 2014 1:24:21 GMT
"No, you don't." Angela stared at him closely, her eyes moving over him as if looking for the indication that the young man was lying.
"I want to why this happened and don't give me bull shit. If you lie to me, Remy, I'll know." She gestured for him to start walking. "You're coming with me, for now."
Angela didn't have any right to make him do anything, but she wasn't letting him go either.
cDLJk6NG+6=11 (2 successes) on weeding through the lies, if any.
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Nov 29, 2014 6:54:45 GMT
"Go with you? Where?" he demands, crossing his arms defensively. "Last time I went for a walk with someone, I ended up tied up in a damn trunk."
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