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A Dark Night | Started by: Draven_Lynn on Aug 14, '11 05:09 |
Draven slowly walked the streets of Chicago as the wind whipped a few leaves across the ground. The sun had just set and the street light flickered softly against the glow of the purple and pink hue of dusk. Looking forward, only darkness met the streets as she picked up her pace hoping to reach the head quarters before the night completely took over the skies above her. |
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Sao had been waiting at the HQ for some time. He had just known that Draven would be late, lost, or get distracted by something. She should have been there half an hour ago. He was beginning to worry, and he wished she would have let him walk with her. She could be so stubborn sometimes. He had decided he would try and find her. Wander the streets of Chicago for a while. It'd be good to get some fresh air. |
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Reply by: Sao- at Aug 14, '11 05:12 | |
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Just ariving to the HQ, waiting for the meeting that was supposed to go down, 21 finds a note placed on the table that read..
"Draven is taking forever, I'm slightly worried. I'm going to go get her, Love Sao"
21 figured that Sao could handle himself on the streets, he had been there before.. So 21 took a seat at the table and got started on the donuts. 25 minutes passed and 21 was starting to worry also. He got up and decided to go find her. He had given Draven the directions so he knew the path she was supposed to take. He started there. As he was walking down one of the streets Draven was told to follow, he heard some mumbling, and the breaking of glass. As if someone was stepping on it. He decided to check it out. Only to see Sao laying on the ground and Draven missing. With only her gun laying behind.
"Sao, wake the fuck up! Draven is gone! SAO!!!!!!" |
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Reply by: 21 at Aug 14, '11 05:13 | |
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Draven slowly woke up and squinted against a bright light that shown onto her face. Trying to get acclimated to the light she felt how hot she had become from the beaming light and tried to move from it. All she was able to see was the bright bulb that was right in her eyes. Trying to shake it off the dots that the light caused her to see she turned her head and tried to move. |
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Reply by: Draven_Lynn at Aug 14, '11 05:15 | |
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Sao was finally coming to. It felt as if he had been out for hours. For all he knew, he was. He heard someone shouting for him to wake up, but he couldn't quite see clearly enough to make out a face. He felt like he had a 1/5 of tequila and an ass kicking. From the throbs in his head, the ass kicking didn't seem too far off. He shook his head a few times, trying to clear his shakey vision. |
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Reply by: Sao- at Aug 14, '11 05:16 | |
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"I didn't get to see her, I saw your note, waited for 25 minutes, then came to find you.. Passed out in a alley.. So I woke your ass up. Draven's gun is here. Someone must have kidnapped her."
21 Throws Sao a 2 clips for his pistol.
"We need to find her, but where to start? There's a long list of people who would want to hurt Draven..."
21 looks around the alley for anything that would give him a clue as to where the kidnapper might have gone, or who he was.
This was a outrage, and had to be stopped.
"Sao, do you remember anything from the person who hit you? Tattoos, facial hair, scars, ANYTHING?" |
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Reply by: 21 at Aug 14, '11 05:18 | |
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Draven winced in pain as she slowly came to. She felt splinters of wood piercing her skin as she withered on the floor. She wasn't really sure as to what had happened as she felt the sting flow through her head and body of hitting the floor. Trying to move she realized she was still bound to the remains of the chair and suddenly a cloth was forced over her face. |
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Reply by: Draven_Lynn at Aug 14, '11 05:20 | |
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Sao tries to think back to the altercation, but his head is a little fuzzy. He reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it. Nicotine always helped to clear his head, help him think. He paced back and forth trying to think of anything that could link him to Draven. |
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Reply by: Sao- at Aug 14, '11 05:21 | |
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21, while putting a cigar in his mouth, and his hat back on his head. Followed Sao. His mind racing with questions.
"Where is he going? Will there be guards? What if it's another family?!"
21 wasn't scared, just nervous. He had been put in situations like this before. He was a experienced in hand-to-hand combat and was ready to fight if he had to.
21 and Sao ended up in a old shop. It looked like a barber shop, but it had no sign or anything on the front. 21, curious as to what the smell was that Sao recognized, pulled out his knife and walked into the building, taking a big sniff of the joint.
"Smells like... I don't even know.. But it doesn't matter. It's a very unique smell.."
21 looked around, there were no guards to be seen, but he kept his knife out for safety.
He signaled Sao to enter the mysterious building.. |
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Reply by: 21 at Aug 14, '11 05:23 | |
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Draven was forced up again left gasping for air choking. She felt herself coughing up all the water that was forced into her airways as she gasped in for air. She knew she was going to die that this person was going to kill her. Draven wasn't sure how much more she could take as she was suddenly picked up. Her legs were trembling trying to hold her up as those eyes penetrated hers again. |
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Reply by: Draven_Lynn at Aug 14, '11 05:23 | |
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Sao looked at the old place. He remembered seeing this place often as he made his rounds around Chicago. He still has no idea why he remembered it so clearly, but it may have saved Draven's life, so he wasn't worried about it. He walked in the door and saw that there was no one in the front half, which was no surprise given the hour. He checked around, made sure that no one was there. He pulled his gun out, cursing himself an idiot...he forgot to reload his gun. What if there were guards, or someone else who was willing to kill him as he entered... |
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Reply by: Sao- at Aug 14, '11 05:25 | |
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Monet had been surprised when he was asked to do this. He was shocked actually when his old friend had told him what to do. Monet had just nodded his head and had started to watch Draven's daily habits in Chicago. He knew what he was going to do and how exactly how to do it.
He had picked this night because he figured it'd spook the woman the most. The Windy City seemed extra windy and spooky all at once. Perfect, he thought. He had felt some remorse when he had first grabbed Draven and tied her up. This thing wasn't something he typically did, but if he was told to do it, he sure as hell was going to do it.
She had put up a good fight, he'd give her that. But, unfortunately for her, his old bones and muscles were still in fairly decent condition. He had felt really bad about knocking her out but whatever. Hopefully she'd get over it.
He had decided to take her back to his painting studio, which just happened to be in the back of his house. Her yelling made him realized she had seen him before she was allowed and it had taken a lot out of him to force himself to hurt her. CRASH. She was knocked out again.
Monet putzed around in his kitchen getting some water before going back in the studio. He hummed a bit before coming and yelling at her.
"YOU!" She had yelled.
The old, grizzled man smiled down at her, his blue eyes twinkling.
"Yes, me, ma chere. Had you started to recognize me when you saw my eyes? Smelt my studio? I might kill you, I don't know. I don't think Kimble and SpuffWaffle would appreciate that though. But it depends on my mood. You know, I'm getting old and cranky in my senility. It gets the best of me."
He stopped because he had heard clicking and shuffling noise in the front of this house.
"The fuck is this?" He looked down at her. "Do you have a few friends following you, I wonder?"
He took his gun off of the table he had set it on and walked towards the door when it suddenly burst open and there stood Sao and 21, their guns aimed right at his head.
"HELP" "WHAT THE FUCK" "YOU?!" as the yelling end, Monet and the two men stood facing eachother their guns drawn.
"Hello boys, how kind of you to join us. Would you like to help me pick poor Draven up off the floor?" he said as he put his gun down, still smiling like nothing had happened.
Draven, Sao and 21 all stared at him, wondering what was going on. They were stunned like Monet was joking. It almost seemed as if the old man was laughing at them. What the hell was going on? Had he just not kidnapped her, tied her to a chair, and hurt her?
Sao momentarily let his gun drop before shoving it in Monet's face again and yelling.
"The hell is going on Monet! Why are you doing this to Draven! Aren't we family?!"
Monet continued to smiled and walked over to where Draven was lying on the floor, he delicately helped her up and untied her. He handed her a packet of ice he had prepared and put some salve on her wrists and ankles. The three of them were all still staring at him like he was a nutter.
He looked at the three of them.
"Would anyone like a drink?" He smiled.
Draven looked at him, completely appalled and confused.
"What the fuck, Monet?" she almost barks at him.
"Yes, ma cheri, you all have passed our test and hazing ritual. Welcome to Chicago you silly gangsters." |
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Reply by: Monet at Aug 14, '11 05:26 | |
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Very interesting story!
I must admit, the end really surprised me. Quite the bizarre ritual.
Hurrying home, Klint makes sure to add a few extra locks to the door at his apartment, just in case he comes up for review. |
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Reply by: -Klint at Aug 15, '11 00:02 | |
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What a way to be inducted into the family. Best of luck on all your journeys, Draven. |
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Reply by: Ava_Marie at Aug 15, '11 19:29 | |
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Draven, welcome to this city. I know you'll do your best... and then some. |
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Reply by: SpikeSpiegel at Aug 18, '11 00:47 | |
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