Introduction
In this game, the cops will try to capture me, and civilians will try to survive. The story will mostly take place on Manhatten Island, but it might move to the other parts of NYC. I am trying to kill all the players, because thats what serial killers do.
RULES
1.No Godmodding.
2. No superpowers. We are all just normal people.
3.No super weapons. Civilians, you can start with small weapons. Cops can start with a pistol and a shotgun.
4.No real censorship, but don't overdo the swearing.
5.I cannot (and will not) kill players left and right.
If i do kill you, you can start with a new character, or take over an NPC (If there are any).
6.Do not try and control other players.
7.If you stop posting for more than a week, your character goes NPC.
If you provide a reason I will reserve your person.
8.Be a good sport. If you have a beef with one of the people here, take it somewhere else (unless it is part of the story).
9.Feel free to insert your character into my characters past (We were old friends, I killed a relative/friend, ect.)
Now that we have the basics, feel free to join in whenever (but please try and keep up with the story). I will begin and you people can jump in. Just give me your character info before you begin.
The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 7 authors
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Searching the building, Sam found Harry in the penthouse, looking forlorn. He had heard the question Harry had asked while thinking he was alone. “Well, you can start by telling me who called off the official raid?... and then telling me what the hell you guys are doing here anyway?” He knew his words would startle the jumpy officer and he approached him, laying a fatherly hand on his shoulder. “I’m proud of you for disobeying orders,” he whispered quietly. “But son, don’t try to be a hero. What if they had been here? I don’t want to be going to another funeral, watching my niece cry her eyes out.” He turned and moved to the window, looking down at the street. “You need more officers you can trust before trying to take this one out. He has powerful friends, and apparently someone inside on his side.”
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"Ah!...Detective...!" He hung his head, a bit disappointed in himself. Harry thought for once he did something right. But again, he screwed up and would probably get another earful from Lieutenant Garret. The young officer sighed to himself. "It was Lieutenant Garret sir. H-he called off the raid. But I just thought..." He paused, considering what his excuse would be. "I thought...I'd get him this time...like I finally did something right..."
Harry felt Sam's strong hand on his shoulder “I’m proud of you for disobeying orders,” he whispered quietly. “But son, don’t try to be a hero. What if they had been here? I don’t want to be going to another funeral, watching my niece cry her eyes out.” His voice was consoling, yet harsh at the same time.
Harry looked at Sam as he walked towards the windows. "His niece...Emily...?" He whispered to himself. "Why...would she cry for me...?" He was slightly blushing, his face getting hot, but from what Harry wasn't sure.
The detective continued. “You need more officers you can trust before trying to take this one out. He has powerful friends, and apparently someone inside on his side.”
Harry nodded. "Yes, me and officer Jason were just talking about it. It's definitely someone from our station, not the outside officers like the SWAT or FBI members."
Sam turned and nodded. "Right. So, what we need now, is to head back to HQ." He walked began to walk out. "Hey." He called out to Harry, who jumped a bit as he looked up. "This Jason guy. You think you can trust him?" Harry simply stared back at him, contemplating his question. He hadn't really thought about it. But right now, he had no reason not to trust him. So far, he has been dependable. Harry nodded. "Good. Then bring him in with you to Garret's office. We need to discuss what just happened here." And with that, he left.
Harry soon followed. He was a little afraid to head to Garret's now, but it was unavoidable. He was prepared to face whatever Garret had for him.
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"Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn...!" Garret kept swearing to himself. "Why did it have to...my reputation..." He brooded in his office, continuously muttering to himself. His pride, his dignity, all were at stake now because of one cheeky little maggot, and a worm no one could pin a parking ticket on. He looked at his gun. He knew he couldn't stay. By tomorrow or the next day, the newspaper would come out, and the loyalty and fear from his subordinates would be compromised. He quietly left the station, his badge left on his desk, but his gun missing. His thoughts were filled with ways of settling this now personal score. "Maddox..." He muttered. "Black...it doesn't matter to me anymore...both of you have been a thorn since the beginning...and now your both mine!!"
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“I have to go through Hell for you now…and you are DAMN lucky that Leo is a good friend of mine or else you’d be in some trouble..” His voice was cold and loud…but soon faded as he stood up and walked over to his daughter, wrapping her up in his arms. “Ariana…I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you. Now I assume I need to go apologize personally to this serial killer that you ratted out…you stay here I don’t want him seeing you.”
Gracie nodded, she knew her Father was emotional when he used her real name, it never failed. She felt bad, she owed her life to him and her Father’s business…as unlawful as it was these people did take care of each other. They had to, nobody else would have their backs.
Tony left the room and walked down the hallway, pulling a couple men to the side. He pointed to the safe and muttered a couple things. Soon enough they had $1,000,000 in a briefcase. It was quite a dent in Tony’s funds, but he figured it best to “encourage” the man to forget this whole incident.
The two were instructed to get that to the man quickly, telling them exactly he would be going. Before they left Tony also handed them an envelope “Now you make sure that gets to Leo…and tell him ‘Thanks’ for me…” The two nodded and ran off, leaving Tony with a bit of a smirk on his face. In the envelope held quite a series of documents that would get the higher up in the police force in quite a bit of trouble if they were to say…come out. Leo would indeed have the leverage he needed to keep the cops from poking around him or his friend anymore.
“Now…we will take our sweet time my Dear…but I do believe now you need to meet the people you have messed with. They cannot harm your with me around…but I feel it necessary to make sure a lesson is learned…” With that he took a hold of his daughter’s wrist and dragged her out to a waiting limo. They followed far behind the others giving his men enough time to deliver the goods which he hoped would calm the tempers before his arrival.
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Marseuves stepped out of the elevator after it stopped and looked around the place. It was no where near as nice as Leo's old crib, but it was still very nice. It was lavishly furnished and had a lot of the furniture from the penthouse. Marseuves saw Ana sitting on a couch, watching the news. Marseuves walked over and sat down by her. "Hey Ana, anything interesting happen while I was gone?"
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Munroe sat in the chair behind the desk, cleaning his .45. He ejected the magazine, gently flicking the bullets from it to ease the springs, and pulled back the slide. Using a cleaning rod, he swiftly eradicated any traces of dirt from the gun. He was in the process of re-applying oil to the moving parts when a tap on the door disturbed him. He placed the .45 on the table and moved to the door.
It was Jason. Munroe unbolted the door and let Jason in. Jason took a seat in one of the old office chairs and Munroe resumed his postion behind the desk and snapped the slide forward on the .45. Jason sat, his hands neatly folded in his lap and spoke.
"Munroe, I'd like to hire you." Munroe looked incredulous.
"Hire me Jason? Your the fucking police. What do you need a dead-beat P.I for?" Jason looked at Munroe, a small smile creasing his gunshot scar.
"I need you to investigate a dirty cop..." Munroe's jaw dropped. "His name is Garrett. Me and Shiraoka belive he's deep in Big Leo's pocket but if we start a case against him we'll end up swimming in the river with a pair of concrete shoes."
"And you want me to investigate him? Wait for him to make a mistake? Catch Big Leo? He's a fucking cop Jason." Munroe was not usually a defeatist but he knew he couldn't chase down a cop.
"The department will pay you handsomly for this, and I'll try to get you any specialist equipment for the job." Munroe mulled the idea over in his head for a few minutes then finally spoke. "I'll need an illegal wire tap on all phones Garret uses, a couple of wireless bugs, a yale gun, some standard lockpicks and a set of decent pictures of his house." Jason swiftly scribbled down Munroe's list on his pad, then looked into Munroe's eyes. He saw a glint he hadn't seen for a while. Not since the Gulf. Munroe spoke in a hushed tone. "Do you know if Mackenzie and Leon are still active? I could use some muscle and a pair of sharp eyes."
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"Leo?" A voice calls out from one of the halls. "Leo what in the hell is going on right now?" A small porcelain skinned blonde woman with delicate features and a very round belly steps onto the main room. Her already glowing face lights up when she sees Leo, her slight frown replaced by a bright smile. She rushes over to Leo and reaching up on her tip toes, throws her arms around his neck, planting a quick kiss on his lips. She giggles girlishly as he gently lifts her up off the floor, returning her kiss.
When he puts her back down the young woman's smile turns serious. "Leo, what is going on? I went to my doctors appointment this morning after visiting with my sister, who is freaked, by the way, at not being able to go home, and before you ask everything is fine, the doctor just gave me some sleeping pills to help me catch back up on my sleep, but when I tried to go back to the penthouse, there were cops abd a SWAT team there! So the body guard you assigned to me gave the driver a different address to go to off the island but they've got it all blocked off still and wouldn't let us through, but they didn't say why. So then we ended up here, which was all fine and dandy when Ana got here. Cause you know how we all used to be really close friends, but she told me that Marsueves is out and that's why she's here and you're trying to help him abd the cops are after y'all and I got really worried and-" Leo cuts her off, gently placing his massive hands on her shoulders, laughing lowly.
"God sweetheart, breathe already," he says smiling down at her. She opens her mouth to speak again but he continues on calmingly. "Im sorry about your sister, but there's nothing we can really do yet. I'm glad everythings fine with you and the baby. And I know. Someone tipped the cops off about the fact that Marsueves is with me. It's still blocked off because they haven't caught Marsueves. Yes I remember we were all friends, we've just lost touch with Ana and well Marsueves was in jail. And yes I'm trying to help Marsueves, who by the way, is right here." He motions towards Marsueves. "Matsueves, you remember Michy right?"
Michy turns and finally takes in the fact that there's an additional person in the group. Her eyes widen in surprise then she smiles happily. "Mars!" she squeals girlishly, flinging her arms open and giving him a hug, using her old nickname for him. "Oh my God it's great to see you! I've missed you and Ana so much! But we've bed so busy I haven't been able to keep in touch!" She releases him from her hug, still smiling. "Its great to see you two together again." She steps back next to Leo and smiles up at him as he wraps his arm around her waist, gently pressing his hand against her swollen body.
"Oh hey! Speaking of my sister," Michy says, looking up at Leo. "She's running short on cash abd doesn't want to have to borrow money from the restaurant to pay for her hotel room. You think she could stay with us for a couple of days or until they lift the lockdown?"
(Sorry for the mild godmodding... Basically Leo is just repeating/summing up everythings that happeed so I figured it wouldn't be too big a deal...)
Izzy
"I know... I know... Yes baby, mommy loves you too... Alright let me speak to daddy again. Goodnight Bobby. Goodnight Kayla. I love you guys. Mommy will be home soon. Be good for daddy okay? Okay..." The little voices are replaced by a deep masculine one. 'Ah Rick,' Izzy thinks with a sigh.
"Hey sweetheart," he says. "We miss you around here. Things have been kind of hectic the last couple of days. Lucky for me Mrs. Henson is helping me." Rick laughs quietly making Izzy smile. She leans back against the chair she's sitting in and looks out over the Manhatten Island skyline, pulling her knees up to her chest.
"I miss you guys so much right now too. I did not expect to be gone this long. Spending a couple extra days with my sister is cool and all but I want to come home. People are scared to go out, much less come to the restaurant. Even a lot of my MI regulars have skipped out. To tell the truth, I'm even almost too scared to go out," she says into the phone, shaking her head some. "I haven't even given Marsueves Black a thought since you an I got engaged, but now suddenly he shows up again. As an escaped convict."
"Well look on the bright side," Rick starts.
"I'm stuck on Manhatten Island with my ex-lover of like four months who happens to be a serial killer that's on the loose and who may or may not remember me or how I snitched on him and put him in jail -- granted it was only two or three months but none the less, it's still jail -- and you're saying to look on the brightside?!" Izzy asks sardonically.
"Yeah. You got to see your sister," he replies.
"Yay," Izzy says, sarcasm thick in her tone.
"Oh come on Iz. It can't be that bad over there."
"Youre right. It's worse. I've been seperated from my loving husband abd two wonderful children for almost a week already, stuck on an island with a serial killer on the loose for only God knows how much longer. Abd you're trying to tell me to relax and enjoy myself while I'm here. I'm scared Rick! I really am!" Her voice breaks slightly as tears start rolling down her cheeks. Rick sighs sadly abd lowers his voice.
"I know Izzy, I know. I wish there was something I could do," he says quietly. After a couple minutes of silence Rick gasps quietly. "Of course! Why didn't I think of it before?"
"What is it Rick?"
"Call Jim! He might be able to do something about getting you home!"
"Your brother? You think he can?"
"He should be able to considering he's a lieutenant. You've still got his number right?"
"Yeah. At least I think I do."
"Okay good. Call him, maybe he can help. I love you Iz. Be safe. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"You too Rick. Talk to you tomorrow." Izzy places the phone in it's cradle abd sighs picking up her dying cell phone. She quickly writes down Jim Garret's number and her sister's number then turns it off, wanting to preserve whatever little bit if battery power it has left. She picks up the phone again and dials Jim's number.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.
He finally picks up on the fifth ring. "Lieutenant Garret here."
"Hey Jim. It's Isabella. I've got a favor to ask of you."
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So, Harry decided he needed to get some answers. He had worked up the nerve to head over to Garret's apartment. He got out of the car, simply looking up at the building. It was slightly imposing, but Harry already came this far. He couldn't turn back now. He walks in. Climbs the tall stairs, and moves in front of Garret's apartment door. Harry could hear a voice swearing at someone. Possibly on the phone. Yup. Garret was definitely home. Harry knocked softly. But Garret couldn't hear. He soon hung up, and Harry knocked once more, this time more audibly. Soon Garret swung open the door, full of rage and fury.
"Who the hell--!?" He looked down at Harry, a cigarette still in his mouth. "Oh. It's you." Then slammed the door in Harry's face before Harry could say anything.
Harry was a bit put off, but he expected nothing less from the lieutenant. He knocked again. "Lieutenant! We need to talk!" No response. Harry was getting nervous, but kept talking anyway. "You...you can't keep ignoring me!" Still nothing. "Why did you have to leave, sir?" Silence. Harry sighed. He knew of one way to push Garrett's buttons. "It...it's shameful sir. To be working with a couple of criminals. Y-your no better then them si--no. Jim!" Harry wanted to shoot himself. He may have overstepped it with that last part.
Garret soon came back and forced the door open with a demonic look in his eyes. "Don't. You. Dare. Call me Jim, ever again, you no good puny peace of shit!" Harry nodded quickly, but still persisted.
"Why did you have to leave? It's not because your really connected to Maddox or--"
Harry was swiftly cut off. "Of course not! Who the hell said I was?!" Harry quickly, and meekly explained what Sam and Jason were talking about, with their suspicions of his disappearance. Garret rubbed his temples. "God dammit..." Garret glared at Harry. "And you?! Your the piece of trash that forced me to leave!!"
Harry felt his stomach plummet. "Wh-why? Because of the orders I disobeyed? What could have--"
"It doesn't matter..." Garret said softly, moving back into his apartment. "Just get out of here." Harry stood there as the door slammed in his face. He walked back out the building and looked up to Garret's window. He was definitely hiding something. But Harry at least knew, or at least wanted to believe, that Garret really wasn't connected to either Maddox or Black. He got in his car, and started driving home.
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After arriving at the top floor, he quickly stode outside, looking for his victim. He was in a industrial sector, so his chance of finding someone was unlikely. He walked for about one and a half hourswhen he saw a woman. The woman was about 5'9'', and had rich red hair. That's the one. He began to follow her. She made several stops into stores, but Marseuves waitede discreetly for her to reappear. It was going to be dark soon, and his chance would be most likely lost. But to his luck, she ducked into a dark sidestreet.
Marseuves walked up behind her, and drew his knife. he pulled back and swung the knife at the back of her neck. But, almost with a sense of premonition, the girl ducked, and began to run away. Marseuves cursed and ran after her. She was staying ahead of him, just out of his blade's reach. Shit, she's fast! Marseuves threw his knife at the girl. It cut hershoulder and became lost in the rubble on the alley's floor. But it was enough to unbalance her, sending her to the cold, unforgiving floor below.
Marseuves stood over her, enjoying the look of fear in her eyes. He bent down and looked at her face. "So beautiful. Why did you go down the alley, you stupid girl? If you had stayed on the street, you might have avoided me. Oh well, I guess it is too late now." And with that, Marseuves began to strangle her. He pressed down harder and harder, savoring the look in her eyes. he could see her life fading. When she was at the brink of death, marseuves let go. She gasped, trying to fill her starved lungs with oxygen. Marseuves began to laugh. "You don't get it do you? You're going to die! How does that make you feel?" The woman screamed and lashed out at Marseuves face. A ring she was wearing cut into his cheek, drawing blood from the thin wound. Marseuves let out a roar of rage, and snapped the girl's slender neck between his powerful hands.
Marseuves stood up and looked at the corpse before him. The rush of murder was gone, leaving only sick resentment towards himself behind. and yet.. he felt good. Really good. It was one of the best moods he had been in since he made his jailbreak. Marseuves turned around and strolled away, trying to remember how to get back to the safehouse.
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As he turned a corner, he heard a shrill scream ripping from a dark alleyway. He turned and saw him. Marseuvius Black. Jason had shown him a picture of the infamous "Broome County Butcher" and Munroe would recognise him anywhere. His marine training quickly took over. He flattened himself to the shadows, moving quieter than a wolf stalking its prey. He would make it quick. A tradition neck-snap from behind. the bastard wouldn't know what had hit him.
For a serial killer, Marseuvius was walking very calmly, Munroe could see his smile from here. Good, he thought. Off guard. Distracted. Easy prey. His blood sang at the thought of avenging Will's murder. He was now only a few feet behind Black. He sprang forward, wrapping one arm around Black's neck and slamming the other over his mouth.
"Night Night, sunshine" Munroe whispered, his voice seething with hate
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Harry had slammed on the breaks, coming to a screeching halt. He got out of the car to see who it was. Barely conscious, hell barely moving at all, was Munroe Beckett. "No! Nooo, no no no no, don't do this to me! Not again!" Harry was careful as he carried Munroe by his shoulders as he led him to the back of his car. Harry made a u turn, and bolted down the street towards the nearest hospital, which from where they were, was the Lenox Hill Hospital. "Don't worry, don't worry." Harry kept repeating to Munroe, but the words were mostly for himself. He was in panic overload at this point, hoping that the car would deliver them to the hospital before Munroe had lost too much blood.
The Toyota had reached the hospital in a matter of a few minutes. Harry got out of the car and ran into the hospital, screaming for someone to help the dying man in the back of his car. After nurses came down to quiet him, Harry explained what happened, while a stretcher was rushed over to the man covering the backseats with blood, as Munroe's body, unconscious from losing so much blood, was strapped onto the stretcher and rushed back inside to the ER.
Harry had sat there all morning, his head in his hands. This time there was no thought. No pensiveness, no reflecting, nothing. He was tired. Too tired. Only one thought had penetrated the haze within his conscious mind. Just how long must this madness continue...
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Michy pads quietly out to the kitchen, tugging the tank top down over her stomach. "Goodmorning Leo," she says with a sleepy smile. She pours herself a cup of coffee and sips it slowly sitting down next to Leo. "I heard someone get up last night and leave. Was that by any chance Marsueves? I couldn't sleep again last night even with the pills. This baby kicks too much. I still can't believe were having a little girl. She seems waaaay too active to be a girl." She laughs quietly and takes another sip of her coffee, smiling at Leo some. "Oh yeah, and you never answered my question last night. Could Izzy stay with us for a couple of days? I just want to make sure it's okay with you before I ask her."
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Michy hesitates at the door to the bedroom before finally walking in. She had waited long enough. She walks over to the bed and gently lays down, snuggling up next to him. She lays a hand on his chest and places her head near his shoulder. "Its Marsueves isn't it?..." she whispers. She continues quietly, not waiting for an answer. "Whether anyone else knows it or not, Marsueves is a good guy. We know that. You, me, Ana. We all know that marsueves is a good guy. He just has his..." she pauses, searching for a right word, "Oddities. Urges that he can't help. We all do. Some are just not as serious as his. Please Leo, he knows how to take care of himself. Don't forget you weren't always in his life." She shifts a little and looks him in the eyes. "Its great how you're helping Mars out, but don't let it destroy you. Please. I need you around." She kisses him gently then lays back down the way she was. "I love you Leo. I always will. No matter what."
Izzy
Izzy sighs in frustration, tossing her now dead cell phone onto the hotel room bed. "I'm so ready to go home and get out of this room," she mutters to herself as she changes into a pair of clothes she has bought the day before - a pair of straight leg jeans and light pink tank top. She grabs her purse and slings over her shoulder, puts her black knit hat and matching sweater on then leaves the hotel room, making sure the door locked behind her. She leaves the hotel and strolls down the street, heading to her place, only one of the many small cafes in the area. She let's herself in and flips the open sign around, hearing sounds coming from the back. Even this early in the morning her few employees are already at work. She calls out a semi-cheery hello and gets a collective one back as she turns on and opens the cash register, preparing for the long day ahead.
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He stopped in a small cafe, that was virtually empty except for the staff and a few regulars. He slumped in one of the wicker chairs on the sidewalk and basked in the pale mornig sunlight. A pretty blonde waitress with a heart shaped face and beautiful green eyes came up and took his order. After a short pause the waitress re-appeared, a cup of steaming black coffee in her hand. She set it down on the metal top of the table and walked back inside, throwing a cheeky smile over her shoulder.
Sipping his coffee, Munroe pulled out his battered cell phone and dialled a number. The phone rang a couple of times before clicking to answerphone. "Hello you have reached Harry Shiraoka's Cell, I c..." Munroe cut the machine off mid sentence. "Harry. I got an idea to catch Black. Meet me at my office on 23rd at 3pm." He hung up the cell, replacing it in his pocket, and returned inside the cafe to pay. He stepped up to the cash register, recieving another smile from the blonde. As he handed over the money, he pulled a photo of Marseuvius he had in his pocket and showed it to the girl. "Has this man been in recently?" he asked, not expecting an answer. When the girl didn't reply, he handed over the cash and returned to his office.
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Marseuves walked down a dark alley, with the feeling that someone was watching him. He quickened his pace. He heard someone running behind him, and he was struck with great fear. He began to run down the alley, hoping to escape his pursuer. But no matter how fast he ran, he could hear the other person right behind him. He looked ahead and suddenly a brick wall appeared, blocking his only escape. He felt the stranger's hand on his shoulder, and the man spun Marseuves around. Marseuves looked into the man's face, only to realize it was himself. His copy let out a blood chilling laugh, and blood began to run down it's face. Still laughing, the nightmare version of himself drew out a knife plunged it into Marseuves' heart.
Marseuves bolted upright. He wiped his forehead and felt the layer of sweat. Only a dream. Marseuves got up and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the sink and splashed his face with water. When he looked into the mirror, he could only see his murderous side staring back at him, with water as thick as blood running down It's face.
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As Harry slammed the door and revved up the engine, a thought suddenly struck him. Emily. He had still yet to actually go out with her for that coffee. Harry mulled it over. What would I say though? Oh hey, lets randomly head for some coffee... The officer sat in his car for a bit. He did want to see her again, her face still fresh in his mind...her voice saying his name...Harry caught himself. Shaking his head, as if trying to rid himself of these thoughts as his face turned a bit red, he chastised himself. Stop it! There's no way she could be thinking about you like that...! After all, they had just met, he was practically talking to a stranger...so why was this bothering him so much? Harry sighed.
He shifted into drive and pulled out of the street, heading towards Emily's apartment complex. The two minute drive seemed to take ages. But without traffic, her apartments was surprisingly close. The Toyota parked outside her complex, where Harry sat inside, looking up, just sitting inside his car. "What am I thinking..." He mumbled to himself. Nothing apparently. Harry was here anyway, so he worked up the nerve, and stepped out of his car. Inching his way towards the building, he was rehearsing in his mind how he was going to ask her.
"Why hello! I was bored so I thought I'd get some coffee with you!" No.
"Oh, is this your apartment complex? I didn't know! Well while I'm here anyway..." No.
"You know what's been on my mind lately?...Coffee!" God no.
Before he knew it, Harry had reached the apartment entrance. Then he remembered, he had no idea what Emily's apartment number was. Harry rapped himself on the noggin. "Great, smart guy." Feeling depressed, Harry figured he had gotten out of some kind of invisible obligation. But he still felt incredibly disappointed. Harry turned to leave, his head hung a bit low.
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The first item he pulled out was a U.S.M.C armoured vest. he hefted this onto the desk and swiftly removed the khaki ammuniton pouches and other accoutrements hanging from the vest. Now stripped down to its most basic elements; a trio of thick kevlar plates capable of turning a 7.62 round away from his vitals. Quickly stripping off his t-shirt he hauled the vest over his head adjusting the way the plates hung across his body. After pulling his shirt back on he pulled the remaining item from the safe.
The object was squat and bull-nosed, wrapped tightly in an old bath towel, grubby with age and oil stains. Gently removing the wrappings, he uncovered the sleek, matt-black form of a Remington 870 breaching shotgun. The weapon had a shortend barrel, and had the stock shortend, leaving only a curved piece of handgrip remaining. Sitting in the middle of the twelve inch was the elongated tube of the pump-action, which had an extra handgrip bolted to it, to make reloading the weapon easier.
Munroe reached into the safe for the last time and pulled two boxes of shells from within. He qucikly opened the boxes, and loaded the shotgun, smiling at the satisfying snap each round made at it was loaded into the weapon. When the shotgun was loaded, he dropped it into a medium sized black duffel bag with the rest of the shells and a couple of clips for his .45. He got up to leave, pulling his leather jacket over his body armour and t-shirt. Next time he met Black it would be different
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Hours later, she turned the corner to her block. Sweat was pouring down her face, red from exertion, her pony tail and her shirt soaked. She was exhausted, but she felt great. The run had given her a chance to think, to run out her guilt, her fear. Her mind kept straying to thoughts of Harry and every time, she would force herself to run a bit faster. No, she kept telling herself. He was just doing his job. Now, as she approached home, her mind was full of thoughts of the shower she would be taking, how great a cool shower would feel against her burning skin, washing away the sweat and grime of the city. She had the day off, and had nothing planned. Perhaps she would head to the library anyway, get some work done.
As she approached her apartment building, she noticed the guy walking toward the door. He looked vaguely familiar… the way he carried himself, seeming nervous about something. It wasn’t until she was a few steps closer that she stopped in her tracks. Harry. She hadn’t recognized him in his civilian clothes. She started moving again, jogging toward him, suddenly extremely self conscious of her appearance.
“Harry,” she greeted, as she ran toward him, stopping a few paces away, breathing heavily. “How are you?” she asked. She was blushing as she spoke to him, but it would go unnoticed as her face was flushed from the run. She lifted the bottom of her t-shirt to wipe the sweat away from her face, revealing a bit of her stomach. She smiled at him, brushing her hand along her face to remove, small tendrils of hair that had escaped from her pony tail clinging to her cheeks and neck. She looked down at her appearance, apologetically. She would invite him inside, offer him a glass of water or orange juice, but she didn’t know whether he was there to see her or not. He could have been visiting the apartment building to visit a girlfriend, for all she knew. The thought made her smile falter slightly. Or perhaps Sam had been trying to call her when she had been running and had sent Harry over because he’d grown worried. Her smile faltered a little more. “I… I’m glad to see you,” she said sincerely, despite the fact that she was extremely aware of her appearance - sweat soaked and lacking any makeup. “What are you doing here?”
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"I thought the detective said to stay indoors?" At least...he hoped he wouldn't. Harry was about to knock himself in the head again, but regained control of himself. "I-I mean, well...I came here to ask--" As he spoke, Emily wiped off some sweat from her brow. Harry couldn't help but see her stomach and blushed a bit. "Er, well I'm off shift right now...and well you don't seem to be too busy so...that is to say..." Damn it Harry! Spit it out!! he scolded himself. "I just happened to be around so I thought I'd invite you for that cup of coffee we promised..."
Looking at the tired Emily though, coffee probably wasn't the best thing for her right now. Her heart was probably racing enough. "Or...maybe a tall glass of water for you...?"
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Perhaps it was time to call it a night. He turned the key in the ignition and dropped the shotgun into the footwell. He pulled the car away from the curb and made a final loop of the block, lingering beside one of the warehouses. As he past the last one in the row, he noticed the side door was slightly ajar. Unusal behavior for any self-respecting trader in this district of new york, where anything not nailed to the floor dissapeared like the morning mist, Munroe exited the car, hand close to the .45 in his waistband. He checked the inside of the door frame for trip wires, finding none, he pushed the door gently and slid inside. The interior of the warehouse was pitch black. Munroe pulled a mini-maglight from his pocket and switched it on, revealing piles of dusty crates and a couple of wrecked old cars, propped up on breeze-blocks.
Weeving his way through the crates, stopping periodically to check for alarms and prssure pads, Munroe arrived at the rear of the warehouse. Shining his maglight around he spotted a large hatch cover protruding at an angle from the floor. It was partially hidden by the crates stacked up around it so anyone making a cursory inspection of the warehouse wouldn't spot it. A thin strip of light gleemed at the join between the doors. as he peered down through the gap, he neglected to check his surroundings, so when the cold steel of a gun barrel was placed to the base of his skull. it came as quite a suprise.
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Finally, after some minutes, Marsueves looked to Ana in the mirror, though it didn't seem like he was looking at her, but through her. Like he was imagining she was someone else. Again she asks, "Marsueves?" Her face draining of color.
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Quietly trying to get through life, Emily is working as an intern at the New York Public Library while she finishes her degree in library science. She keeps to herself, keeps her nose down and hates attention.
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His family had immigrated from Japan, Harry had recently joined the police force as an officer.
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Marsueves's old girlfriend and a relative to one of his victims
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Also why do you insist on injuring my characters? EG. Shooting Munroe in the alley?
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Thanks
Ara ^.^
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sorry again guys
Xavier
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And idk, this is up to MadHatter since he's GM, but I was under the impression from his post that you were dead.
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If there are any arguement between people involved, please post it here. And if anyone has any suggestions, please post.