Othello Morales's Story

Click. Othello loaded her desert eagle and stuck it in its holster. She walked over to Miss Love, standing at attention next to her.

"The boy's body has been removed at your order, Boss."

Othello saluted and then stared at the children. She grimaced and turned her head. She hated kids. But this job required that they learn some discipline, so she was happy to deal with their angsty crap if it meant they'd learn their lesson or die. She eyed the group cautiously, and locked eyes with Lyne, who she assumed to be the weakest of the group. She smiled devilishly.

"New meat, Miss Love? I hope they're a bit more behaved than the last batch... Or at least, survive a little longer."

She laughed, but overdid it and coughed loudly. Her throat throbbed with slight pain, and her smile fell back into a grimace once more.

Othello noticed the girl with tattoos rustle in her hiding place. She sighed. Great, another escape artist. She pulled her desert eagle out of the holster and pointed it where Natalie was hiding.

"Child, if you know what's good for you, get inside and introduce yourself. NOW. Don't keep Miss Love waiting."

She cocked the gun and waited. She had no qualms about killing this kid. However, if she had to, it meant more paperwork. But she didn't let that stop her fun. She loved to scare the piss out of new recruits.

The last teen passed by Natalie, smiling at her as he passed, and entered the house. Several moments passed, and Natalie began to think she had successfully avoided Miss Love for the time being. About to leave her hiding spot and look for an alternative entrance into the house, Nataie began to stand up, only to come face to face with the barrel of a desert eagle.

"Child, if you know what's good for you, get inside and introduce yourself. NOW. Don't keep Miss Love waiting."

Murdoc shot a look at the woman with the gun. Why would she want to scare someone who is already scared out of her mind and feels out of place.
He stepped into the line of fire and kept a blank expression on his face.
He didn't think that scaring her into the house would work.
"What did she do wrong?" Murdoc demanded with a slight accent. His hands were still in his pockets and his face now took on a daring expression.
He smirked. A woman with a gun, is not as scary as it is hot. Murdoc looked back at Natalie, hoping she would come out of her hiding spot.

Up until this point, Natalie had been completely out of her element. Friendly characters and warm gestures were not at all what she was used to, bringing out the timidness inside her. This however... gruff characters shouting commands, guns pointed... this she was used to. This was definitely not the first time someone had pointed a gun in her face.

She now crouched in attack position, left foot back, eyes blazing, and sharp teeth bared, as she let out a viscous growl. Unclenching her fists revealed a set of metal claws embedded in her finger tips, surgically implanted in a procedure she had been forced to undergo several years ago. They were very intimidating, though not near as dangerous as even a pocket knife, in actuality. Nevertheless, they could make a decent scratch. Half a second passed, with Natalie taking a deep, calm breath as the breeze rustled her hood and robe.

Suddenly, springing into action she leaped forward in a well practiced lunge, striking violently at the security guard with her left hand, before latching onto onto the top of the doorway, mid flight, with her right. Swinging herself inside, she wedged her body between the ceiling and the top of the door frame, holding herself there with almost animal-like strength, hoping to avoid the inevitable retaliation.

It took Murdoc a few seconds to gather his thoughts about what had just happened. Even though he was almost scared shitless by the passive girl suddenly becoming aggressive and attacking the guard, he hid his true emotions and kept his face in an expression that suggested that he was amused.
Murdoc looked at Othello and shrugged. He figured that she would never mess with Natalie again, whilst he would let her figth her own battles.
Not that he cared, or at least showed that he cared.
Murdoc chuckled and, against his better judgement, walked into the house after Natalie had clawed her way in. It felt cold to him here, or maybe that was just because of what he heard about this woman.

As Natalie perched above the doorway, anticipating the gunfire of the security guard, Miss Love, to her surprise, stepped in the doorway between the two of them. Feeling less threatened, Natalie dropped down to the floor, still baring her teeth and letting out a bit of a snarl.


"Did you feel threatened by Othello?" Miss Love said.

Natalie turned, realizing that she had just attracted the direct attention of Miss Love.

"She is a meanie isn't she? You need to watch out for her. Her fuse is short and she wouldn't hesitate to shoot."

Crouching, Natalie began to back away cautiously before realizing that she was back against a wall.

"You will do fine here if you follow the basic rules."


Natalie stood up, hissing at this new threat, and began looking for an escape from this woman. Noticing an open doorway into another room in the house, Natalie was about to make a quick sprint when she was caught in a hug by Miss Love.

"Everything is fine now."

That seemed like quite a lie. For one, she was being hugged by the very woman she was trying to avoid. Struggling, Natalie quickly broke loose of the woman's grip and darted frantically through the door into the next room as miss love began rambling to the group something about rules and such.

Othello was about to shout at the boy who stepped into the line of fire, but then she was surprised by the animal child's attack. She was more annoyed than anything, but then again, this hasn't been the first time she's been attacked. She was inches away from pulling the trigger before Miss Love intervened.

"Are you threatened by Othello? She's a meanie, isn't she?"

Not as mean as you are when you're mad, boss. Othello smirked and holstered her weapon. If that animal girl stayed as violent as she was, she would see that Miss Love wasn't as lovely as she seemed. She'd already hedged her bets on who would die first.

Othello followed her boss into the house and leaned against the corner. One thing, however, bothered her. The boy that intervened. He reminded her of her brother. Not physically, of course. This skinny fire starter had nothing on her brother. But his sense of justice even when justice was absent- THAT was very much like Iago. She found herself staring at the boy. Murdoc, she thought his name was? The attack was completely out of her mind as she pondered this boy.

Murdoc crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against a wall. He was on the far end of the first room that they walked into. Miss Love and Othello were on the other side, trying to make Natalie feel comfortable.
If he got a hug right now, he wouldn’t be comfortable at all.
Murdoc actually wished he could be alone and in silence for a moment. He blocked out the part where Miss Love announced the rules, but his mind snapped back to consciousness as Natalie’s bare feet thudded past him and into the next room. He was thinking of going there himself, the twins had been hiding there, but obviously he wouldn’t reveal anyone’s hiding places.

If you grant people their privacy, they might grant you your own.

Murdoc looked up and straight into the stare of Othello. For a moment he felt extremely uncomfortable and shifted around.
Murdoc clenched his teeth and hoped that Othello’s stare didn’t mean that he would be her next victim. His gaze shifted to the room and his surroundings. He hoped he would be assigned to a room soon.
Murdoc pushed himself away from the wall to inspect the room further. If he was going to be here for as long as it seemed, he needed to familiarize himself with his cold surroundings.
When he turned again, Othello was still eyeing him. In response to that, Murdoc eyed her from head to toe and back again with a ‘what are you looking at?’ expression in his eyes.
He didn’t want his expression to seem rude, not at all – just curious. He wasn’t really fond of having a gun in his face.

Othello noticed that Murdoc's expression had changed. It looked slightly disturbed and quizzical. She immediately broke the stare at that point, not realizing how long she'd been staring. Still, she chuckled slightly, relishing the thought of having scared him a bit. It was crazy, he couldn't be a thing like her brother.

Othello finally took notice that Natalie was gone again. Damn animal child. She didn't look forward to busting her humps to find her, only to get attacked again. She decided to take this problem to her boss.

"Miss Love, the animal girl is hiding again. What do you suggest we do? We don't want her escaping."

Murdoc smirked when Othello broke the gaze between them and walked around slowly.

"...the animal girl is hiding again. What do you suggest we do? We don't want her escaping." Murdoc overheard.

He wanted to intervene, to tell them that she would have made her escape whilst they were all outside, that is if she wanted to.
Murdoc smiled and gave in to his need to interrupt. "Maybe she just needs space, she could have left already if she wanted to." He raised his voice and turned around to walk away with a crooked smile on his face.
Murdoc was always one to raise his opinions, but never wanted it to get him into trouble. That is why he walked away, but only into the next room. He was clearly visible as he stood in the doorway with his back turned to Miss Love and Othello.
He was facing the twins now.