A Tool's Rebellion

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Assassins and Killers have become the main tool on combat and war. Instead of fighting themselves, hired killers do it. But what happens when one decides to not be a "tool" anymore?

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Owner: Oblivian
Game Masters: Oblivian
Tags: , action fighting, assassins, killers, mature, rebelion, violence, war (Add Tags »)

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Setting: Shade City2011-01-14 09:12:38, as written by whitewidøw
OOC: Oblivian hahaha im so sorry but i really cant find a reply button to reply to you, and when i click compose a message it leads me to no where. I seriously tried everything to find a way to message you but theres nothing. So i dont know how you wanna discuss this.
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Annette walked to her closet, she picked out what she was going to wear and laid it on her bed. She began undressing herself, then picking out of piece of clothing off the bed putting it on, one by one. She wore a black jacket, skirt and tights. She got up after putting on her shoes, walking over to a glass case of shelves picking out her weapons, strapping them around her thighs and underneath her clothing. Her head turned to look out the window one last time. I'll find him, i know i will. She looked back at the door, grabbing her sword last before walking out.

Annette could hear others talking about a motel near by that Jax was hiding in, he had already killed another 5 assassins. She walked down the hall with the same blank look on her face Jax is a skilled fighter, i wouldn't be surprised if he killed a lot more assassins before he gets caught, she thought ending up at the broken window that Jax escaped from earlier. "Well off to that motel then," she said to herself, even though the chances of him still being there was extremely thin. She bend her knees and then kicked off, leaping into the night. Annette landed quietly on the roof top of a building a good distance away from the company. She looked back hoping that no one would follow, she hated working with others more than anything.

Annette looked forward her deep red eyes scanning the sea of buildings. She quickly ran jumping from rooftop to rooftop with amazing speed. She slowly closed her eyes, the wind running through her fiery red hair felt peaceful. The cool air felt nice against her skin. She opened up her eyes again, noticing the motel she was heading to was coming to view. She stopped at a building's rooftoop across the street from the motel. She looked down seeing nothing, and hearing nothing. This might just be fun, she thought, giving a small smirk.