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Characters: V
masked_idea , Open to Anyone
Rating : TBD
Time Period: Modern
Relative Date: Saturday, mid-evening
Location: Arriving at the Castle
Status: Incomplete
The helicopter ride was uneventful, though it had certainly annoyed the masked terrorist. Throughout the entire ride, he could find no indication that the helicopter belonged to Norsefire. There was no attempt to harm him, and there seemed to be no question as to whether the operators worked for Creedy; they weren't even armed. The real meat of the beginning of this story, however, began when the helicopter landed.
None of his knives were confiscated, and he was soon very much alone. The man known as V arrived just as the sun was setting, when the first stars began to peak out from behind a sky of clouds, as V cautiously scanned his surroundings. There were no snipers, no Norsefire agents, and not a single sign of Creedy and this so-called 'change of plans'. Damn him... he must have tricked V! How could he be so stupid as to fall for a trick such as this! What were they doing, hoping to ransack the Shadow Gallery, or kill Evey while he's away, or secure his subway full of explosives beneath Parliament?
V slammed the side of his fist into a nearby tree, leaving a great indentation in the bark, nonverbally cursing himself for falling for such a simple and old trick. Well... at least he was alone. V raised his eyes, peering behind the eye slits in his mask, and looked upon the imposing castle in the distance. This castle was very much out of the way, and utterly alone. He wasn't even sure what this castle was called... were there any castles in England that he didn't know of?
Certainly not! He wasn't even in the helicopter for that long, or at least, it didn't seem to be that long. Could he have passed out in there? So many questions, and so few logical and plausible answers.
Purging these self-distracting queries from his mind, the masked man quietly moved towards the castle, his hands ready to withdraw a knife at the slightest inkling of danger. Pitch-black eyes scanned the surroundings like a paranoid teenager, knowing that it most likely was a bad idea to be moving in the opening. This had to be a trap, but even if it was, V came prepared. Creedy could never get his hands on V, and he certainly wasn't going to today. If Creedy wanted V to come to him on Creedy's terms, it would be all the more satisfying to feel his neck snap beneath his fingers.
The castle loomed closer and closer, its towers stabbing into the sky. V was awestruck; he had never seen a castle like this, not in any geography book, or any photograph. It's architecture was too old to have been built recently (besides, who builds castle nowadays anyway?). Assuming Creedy and Sutler were here, he would have a nice long browse through the interior. A castle like this certainly had to have a good library or gallery.
masked_idea , Open to Anyone
Rating : TBD
Time Period: Modern
Relative Date: Saturday, mid-evening
Location: Arriving at the Castle
Status: Incomplete
The helicopter ride was uneventful, though it had certainly annoyed the masked terrorist. Throughout the entire ride, he could find no indication that the helicopter belonged to Norsefire. There was no attempt to harm him, and there seemed to be no question as to whether the operators worked for Creedy; they weren't even armed. The real meat of the beginning of this story, however, began when the helicopter landed.
None of his knives were confiscated, and he was soon very much alone. The man known as V arrived just as the sun was setting, when the first stars began to peak out from behind a sky of clouds, as V cautiously scanned his surroundings. There were no snipers, no Norsefire agents, and not a single sign of Creedy and this so-called 'change of plans'. Damn him... he must have tricked V! How could he be so stupid as to fall for a trick such as this! What were they doing, hoping to ransack the Shadow Gallery, or kill Evey while he's away, or secure his subway full of explosives beneath Parliament?
V slammed the side of his fist into a nearby tree, leaving a great indentation in the bark, nonverbally cursing himself for falling for such a simple and old trick. Well... at least he was alone. V raised his eyes, peering behind the eye slits in his mask, and looked upon the imposing castle in the distance. This castle was very much out of the way, and utterly alone. He wasn't even sure what this castle was called... were there any castles in England that he didn't know of?
Certainly not! He wasn't even in the helicopter for that long, or at least, it didn't seem to be that long. Could he have passed out in there? So many questions, and so few logical and plausible answers.
Purging these self-distracting queries from his mind, the masked man quietly moved towards the castle, his hands ready to withdraw a knife at the slightest inkling of danger. Pitch-black eyes scanned the surroundings like a paranoid teenager, knowing that it most likely was a bad idea to be moving in the opening. This had to be a trap, but even if it was, V came prepared. Creedy could never get his hands on V, and he certainly wasn't going to today. If Creedy wanted V to come to him on Creedy's terms, it would be all the more satisfying to feel his neck snap beneath his fingers.
The castle loomed closer and closer, its towers stabbing into the sky. V was awestruck; he had never seen a castle like this, not in any geography book, or any photograph. It's architecture was too old to have been built recently (besides, who builds castle nowadays anyway?). Assuming Creedy and Sutler were here, he would have a nice long browse through the interior. A castle like this certainly had to have a good library or gallery.