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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 16, 2005 11:39:18 GMT -5
The normally calm man snapped his head to look at the much smaller, buisness man. His voice become much gruffer, he nearly yelled at the man as he pounded closer and closer -- a fiery look in his eye. "Never -- talk about her! How dare you ask something like that?" Grabbing the younger man by his shirt collar, Quinn raised him off the ground as if he was nothing and balled one of his fists. Slowly, Quinn calmed himself down, and lightly tossed the boy away. "I'm... I'm sorry," his voice had regained its former state,"You couldn't have known..." Swallowing his anger, Quinn took a look at both of the arrivals. "They... I call myself Quinn."
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 16, 2005 12:38:28 GMT -5
Arriving late, as usual, came Hannekin von Luxembourge. his long brown, yet greying hair pulled back in a pony tail, his face gave no indication as to his age as he manniged to look young and old simontainiously. He had been a top NSA member, but due to his opposition of an assignment 12 years prior, he has been removed from being an active member, however he has kept all the equipment, and even the badge (which he has shown many a time to get where he isn't suppost to be) as he was never formally removed. After a year off active, he jumped from job to job, not because he was getting fired, but because he got bored and quit. Banking, military, hacker, bussiness adviser. All of which he had done successfully, but none of them he thought worthwhile to his time. Now takeing a relaxing drive, he spotted alot of movement at what should have been an abandoned convience store. Checking to see if the Brimstone Rattler (an illeagly self made gun that combined a Desert Eagle [large door penetrating handgun] and an Anaconda [desribed prior, known for its accuracy], with a bit of brimstone as a kicker) He got out of the 8 year old, but well kept up, cadilac in his white suit and tie and went to the other side, opening the door to pull out the laptop. He then closed it and locked it and invited himself inside to see what was going on, after entering, he scanned the room, headed to a corner, leaned against it, and closed his eyes.
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 16, 2005 14:48:21 GMT -5
sh*t, this is getting too wierd.
Talking to the new man, he asked, "Let me guess, anonymous phone call?"
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 16, 2005 15:17:29 GMT -5
he opened his eyes no further than a squint, looked at the man, then closed his eyes again, hmmm, a phonecall ehh? I wonder what that's about... Well I am here to figure out why everyone else is here... I suppose I should play along... then opening his mouth to speak, he stopped, figured out the wording... and replied "what do you think?"
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 16, 2005 15:27:48 GMT -5
"That we've all been drawn here by someone. I don't pretend to know how or why, but everyone here has been ananymously contacted, told to come here."
Cocking his revolver, he said, "And I intend to find out what's going down."
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 16, 2005 15:30:48 GMT -5
Vincent was generally a man of patience. Today was an exception. People who took too long at gas pumps tended to bring that exception in him. "HEY LADY! HOW MUCH GAS CAN YOU FIT IN THAT THING!? IT'S THE SIZE OF A GOLF CART!!" Vincent, having just gotten off of work, just was filling up before going home. Then, something caught his eye that temporarily that made him forget about the obese woman at the gas pump. Across the street, at an abandoned convenience store, multiple people stood inside and many of them were holding guns. As another with white hair entered, the others held up their guns. Vincent's hand instinctively drew his own pistol, a small Beretta handgun. At that moment, his cell rang, and as his trembling hand picked it up, the voice said, "You're late. You know where to go. NOW!" As Vincent sprinted across traffic and into the convenience store, he thought to himself. What the hell am I doing?
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 16, 2005 15:37:56 GMT -5
hearing the click, Hannekin knew that noise NE where, and without having to even open his eyes, he asked "colt anaconda, ehh?" after using one himself for so long, he knew that gun better than he knew himself. "scoped or unscoped?" he asked...
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 16, 2005 15:42:30 GMT -5
Victor saw a man run into the building, gun drawn. In response, he quickly raised the Andaconda and fired. The muzzle flash was nothing short of a strobe light, accompanied by a bang that sounded like a clap of thunder. The bullet grazed Vincent's shoulder in the arm holding the gun, forcing him to drop it due to the pain. In a split second, Victor was standing next to him, holding him up by the hair, the revolver jammed into the man's stomach.
"Who the hell are you?! Who sent you?" Victor bellowed. "Tell me, or I'll blow your goddamn guts all over the wall!"
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 16, 2005 16:43:38 GMT -5
at the crack of teh gunshot, hannekin drew his gun, openend his eyes, and glanced to see if that shot was fired at him, then seeing that it wasn't, he stepped away from the wall, turned, kicked his foot up against the wall, put his left arm on this leg, and brought the right arm around and over this, using it for support. he now aimed his gun half way between the 2, not knowing who to shoot, and just watched and waited...
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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 16, 2005 17:32:00 GMT -5
Kevin's crossbow rattled as he aimed at Victor and the newest arrival. "Everyone just calm down!" He shouted. "Um. Please?" He added. "Let's all just put down our guns, and settle this without blowing each others guts all over the wall." After the incedent with Quinn, Kevin's arms were shaking. Now his ears were ringing after the deafening shot. What could all this be about? Victor, Quinn, the two new guys, and himself. What exactly was going to happen at 11:30 that was cause for all of them to show up?
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 16, 2005 21:02:14 GMT -5
Red... the color of the blood draining from the new arrival's arm, the color of the burning curiosity inside of Quinn. Involuntarily, he began moving towards the wound, oblivious to the gunshots. The red was all that the bear of a man saw, heard, felt. Drawing near to the men, one now with a gun in his stomach, Quinn pushed the assailant aside and stood in front of the bleeding man. "Red...blood." Facsination in his eyes, Quinn swiped a bead from the arm with a large finger and held it close to his eyes. He had always been fond of the way that blood flowed, the unique color, the taste... Quinn took his finger from his mouth, tasting the sweet taste of the intoxicating liquid. It was then that he snapped back to reality and quickly looked around him at any staring eyes. Nearly wimpering, the large man backed away into a particularly shadowy corner of the store and slid to the floor, his back against the wall. Red, the color of blood, the color of flowing memories. Red, the only damn color in Quinn's eyes.
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 16, 2005 21:10:10 GMT -5
"Jesus Christ! What are you doing?" yelled Vincent. "I saw you all over here, and I drew my pistol, and then I got this weird phonecall! What the hell were you thinking, shooting me like that?"
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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 16, 2005 21:27:47 GMT -5
"Come on now!" said Kevin, as he moved his crossbow to the bleeding man on the floor. "Let's all stay calm, and try to speak like civilized people. Now, who are you?" He said to the other man in the white suit. "And who are you?" He said to the bleeding man. "And why are you all here?!"
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 16, 2005 21:31:57 GMT -5
"My name is Vincent," he said as calmly as he could muster. "I mean no harm to anyone, and I have no idea why this jerk here just shot me! I was called by a man when I was across the street, and I ran here, with my gun out because I had no idea WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON!"
Obviously the calm thing wasn't working for Vincent.
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 16, 2005 21:31:59 GMT -5
"put down that crossbow before you hurt someone, besides, from the looks of it, you couldn't hit any of us even if you tried, with how shakey your hand is right now."
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