Your people: enemy. My people's hated enemy. (backdated to the 23rd) [locked]

Aug 26, 2009 00:38

At around 7:00 pm, a small group of people gather outside of an abandoned house in a rough part of town. They're a scruffy group -- purposely scruffy, even -- and they shuffle around sharing a cigarette before they file into the house, doing their best to look nonchalant. They're totally supposed to be there. This is totally their house ( Read more... )

dev and ace caulfield, michael westen, arlin keysa, csp-04, aniki forfrysning, npc

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designed2kill August 26 2009, 22:53:19 UTC
On the roof of the building, Luka is making some last-minute adjustments to her sniper rifle. Reaching out to the edges of her power, she could just barely feel the mindfeeling of the guard--212.5 feet in the horizontal direction, 26 feet down. Looking through her scope, she double-checks the distance by measuring the man's head against her mil dot reticle. Measuring the wind at 10 mph from the NNE, Luka dials the adjustment into her scope. Aiming closely at her target's head, Luka takes a deep breath. Holding her breath, she squeezes the trigger.

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clefftastic August 27 2009, 05:23:03 UTC
Pwned wasn't really reading that book, but even he couldn't have seen the bullet coming. Really, he just got delegated to guard duty because he was annoying the others, he's sure. He hates guard duty. Nobody ever tells him what the hell goes on in these meetings and then he misses out on raids and all the fun stuff.

So he's grumbling to himself about this when the bullet goes through his head. ...and then he's not really grumbling about much after that.

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kineticmachine August 29 2009, 00:57:41 UTC
Arlin was waiting just around the corner, leaning against a building and listening. After awhile you learn the sound of someone being shot in the head pretty well. He closes the book he'd been pretending to read, zipping it into a pocket of his jacket, and strolls around the corner toward the house.

He doesn't usually like a full-out frontal assault like this is going to be; he prefers to slip in quietly, get things over with fast and be out of there before anyone realizes something has gone awry. But this was supposed to look like a civilian attack -- oh, careful inspection might hint that it isn't, but it's not as if Wanderers don't have their ways of getting their hands on the weapons they're using. Enough come through his shop looking, anyway.

So it's the front door after all. He gets to it just as it's opening, some curious CLF member coming to investigate the noise of their guard dying. He doesn't bother with his gun, just grabs her and very neatly snaps her neck, then continues into the house.

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duology August 29 2009, 02:33:17 UTC
Dev doesn't move until Arlin moves, but even so, he has been positively quivering ever since they arrived here. He managed not to pace, at least, since that would attract too much attention. He also managed not to grin like an idiot--at least until Arlin moves.

"Funtimes now? Oh, I know you've been crying Francine, I know." He draws the machete from where it's strapped to his back. "I know, girl. You're. So. Thirsty."

As soon as Arlin has snapped the girl's neck, Dev pushes his way inside. And there they all are, standing and sitting and oblivious as they turn to see what the commotion is. The nearest one sees the machete and his eyes slowly widen and there, there is that delicious look of pure terror. Dev savors it for a split second before he smiles and swings the machete against the man's neck. The fountain of blood paints the wall red and spatters across the front of Dev's shirt.

Dev gives a little shiver.

"'By the pricking of my thumbs,'" he mutters as he turns toward the next one, eyes wide, "'Something wicked this way comes ( ... )

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