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Oh baby, be my lover, go on and pull that trigger [active/closed/backdated]

Sep 02, 2009 22:14

Characters: Luis Sera, William Birkin, Excella Gionne, later on Leon Kennedy and Maria
Content: Birkin and Excella hunt down and deal with the sketchy Spaniard. Like he didn't have it coming, right?
Location: Michelangelo Hotel, near Radio City Music Hall
Time of day: Around noon.
Warnings: CHARACTER DEATH. Violence, cursing, Luis being his ( Read more... )

excella gionne, william birkin, leon kennedy, luis sera, maria

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uroborosreject September 3 2009, 04:30:16 UTC

Excella briskly made her way to their meeting place, hoping Birkin was on his way as well. In her own briefcase, she had hidden a small pistol in one of the pockets. She dropped a pen near the front door, indicating that she already arrived for whenever Birkin showed up. Glancing around the lobby and not seeing the Spaniard, she went to check the hall way... A smirk turned into a smile as she caught sight.

"Good evening, Luis," she purred, walking towards him.

notlewis September 3 2009, 04:40:13 UTC

"Hey, señorita," he said, smiling cheerfully. He was always able to put on that charm, even when it was exactly the opposite of how he felt. "You really never do have an off day with your looks, do you? Beautiful as always, Ms. Gionne."

Luis wondered if he should be the first one to bring it up or not. But "Hey so I bet you've failed completely at that vaccine formula I gave you" seemed a little rude.

uroborosreject September 3 2009, 04:44:09 UTC

"You know you don't have to be so formal with me, bello," Excella smirked, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You never have a day off with your charming either. Thank you for the compliment."

Perhaps she'd let him bring up his mistake... Perhaps she'd see if he'd take the initiative. Or perhaps she'd beat him to the punch. "Was there, perhaps, an error in the information you gave me, signor?"

notlewis September 3 2009, 04:50:36 UTC

Oof. Welp. He'd been prepared for that.

Expertly as a total natural, Luis tilted his head slightly and looked confused. "An error? What kind?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned. "Come on, baby, science is my one true love. My data is like my children. I wouldn't have put out something with a mistake in it... not on purpose anyway."

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notlewis September 7 2009, 07:19:54 UTC

Somehow, Luis was still alive by the time Excella and Birkin had wandered off. Even he wasn't quite sure how. Then again, he'd lived a few minutes after getting impaled with an injury that should have killed him instantly. He lay crumpled on his side against the wall, cursing the gun in his pocket that he didn't reach in time.

In his other pocket, though, was a radio. No matter how much it hurt and how weak he could feel himself becoming, he reached his hand in and pulled it out. He was barely able to hold it up to his face and push the button with the side of his hand.

"Ayudame," he muttered into the radio. "Somebody help me. Michelangelo Hotel. It's Luis ( ... )

revedepapillon September 7 2009, 07:52:20 UTC

"Oh no, please, God, no. No no no no NO PLEASE no..."

Maria had no clear memory between hearing Luis' radio transmission and rushing down the crumbled pavement, stamping her shaking legs, every inch of her screaming to just keep going when there was so little of her left for anything.

The sudden jolt that pushed through her silenced the crippling sense she'd had of being beaten against a brick wall. There was nothing else she could do but just-- be there, and more than anything she knew what that would mean for Luis. But not knowing would have made it hurt worse, wouldn't it now, little whore?

She wasn't even so much as conscious of her travelling time, or what streets she'd been on. All she could think to do was fling herself at the hotel's doors, muttering more pointless begging as she exploded into the lobby.

notlewis September 7 2009, 07:57:17 UTC

After he sent the radio message he tried to send a few more. He'd also tried to force himself upright. Be uncomfortable as possible. Might keep him conscious longer.

He was in the process of weakly trying to undo the buttons of his shirt with one hand (the shot in his shoulder made his whole right arm go numb, and he couldn't move it) when he heard the sound of something from the lobby. He immediately perked up and tried to raise his voice, but that didn't work so well either.

"S-somebody there?"

revedepapillon September 7 2009, 08:22:50 UTC

A churning started in her chest that made her grit her teeth as she stumbled towards where she'd heard his voice. She tried hopelessly to prepare herself for whatever state he was in-- he was conscious, and still alive, if nothing else. She didn't try to except anything else-- she was in no state to lie to herself.

...nor was she in a state able to handle that much blood.
Struggling for words- any words at all- she absently clawed at the wall for support as she lurched and cringed and collapsed on the floor by him, the tiles biting her kneecaps.

She fixed her gaze on his face- that was what made sense, it was the only thing that did. There, he was smirking, and breathing, and sticking it to his reapers-- and still with her.

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