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 Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 8:30 pm
"Not so funny when it happens to y-!!!" Dundee retorted, cut off by Arell hitting Dun' upside the head. "Shaddap. I got me some assholes to kill." Arell growled, before firing a warning shot.
"Let 'er go . . ." Arell growled, puffing away on his smoke. Two of the mooks got close.
"Or what? You get mad we kidnapped your little GIRLFRIEND?!" one said, only to get a response by Arell blasting the poor mook in the head.
Meanwhile, the mook that got bit pulled away from Crystal, finishing that last knot before getting bit, cursing a blue streak as he held his nose. "OWW!!! Muddafuggin', goddamn cat-b***h BIT ME!!!!"
"Oh, SHUT UP, Steve. IO will pay a lucky penny for this!"
"I doan' even know why de hell I'm doin' this." Arell growled as more mooks surrounded him . . . the big Cajun smirking. The man who was tying up Crystal looked at him as the reinforcements came in for him.
"Look, there's twelve of us, one of you. Just go home, let us have a little fun and nobody's the wiser." the leader said.
The guy who got headbutted walked dazed into the line of fire and when Arell put his cigarette out with the dude's forehead, he fell down with a THUD.
"I put up with a bunch a' costumed weirdo bastards dat wanna tell me how to do my goddamn job. D'ya really THINK givin' me Orders is gonna do you good?!" Arell growled. He was annoyed at Crystal, and mad as HELL on the situation.
"Either way, you're not gonna make it outta here alive. Louis! Rico! Secure the broad. The rest a' you mugs kill that freakin' Swamp rat!" the leader ordered.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 8:49 pm
Crystal glared at Arell for shooting the one guy in the face. She still didn't like the thought of killing people.
She looked over at the leader when he mentioned I.O. and started laughing like a maniac. "I.O. you say? Well then you better cut your losses now, fella." She looked over at Arell and Dun with a 'play along' kind of look.
"I already work for them. This kind of harassment and insolence will not be tolerated." She spoke with a strong voice as she stood up straight with a grin. "If you don't let me go Ivana will have your heads. I'll make sure of it."
At least five of the goons stopped started to back away, believing the story.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:04 pm
Arell looked at Crystal with a glare right back. After all, he was still QUITE pissed with her.
"Uh, YEAH! And if you ain't afraid of Ivana, you'll join yer little buddy in the afterlife!" Arell said, confused at first, then went with the bluff, also taking the time in the confusion to make a quick ammo check.
The leader of the bunch stood there with a brow raised. "Right, so if you're with IO, where are your badges?" he asked skeptically.
Arell paused "BADGES?" he asked, but Dundee, also a might annoyed, mouthed off.
"We ain't got no badges. We don't need no badges. I don't have to show you riff-raff any stinking BADGES!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:25 pm
Crystal dead paned at Dundee before turning to the leader. "I was trying to get out for a bit of fun and left the ID at base. Although please ignore my underling, they're very loyal, but the loudmouthed one hasn't had much sleep lately and the one with the guns is going through withdrawals."
She then flipped her head to make her hair move in that sexy way. "They must of followed me when I left earlier." She smiled softly and sweetly as her tail flicked slightly. She was using her pheromones on the man, trying to make him let his guard down.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:34 pm
"Funny . . . they don't look like underli-!!!" another mook was ABOUT to say when he was cut off by Arell putting a gun under his chin, pulling the hammer back.
"Say 'nother word about my . . . boss. I DARE you." Arell growled. Why the hell am I following her stupid little charade? I coulda blown these ********' brains out and left by now!!! he thought.
Dundee on the other hand rolled his eyes. A few of the lot were lulled in, except for the ones that were either dead, unconscious or one finger-pull away from becoming the former.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:54 pm
The leader of the group stared at Crystal, almost entranced by her for a few minutes. Although the b*****d must of rolled a damn nat 20 on his second roll to brush off the effects of her pheromones because he shook it off. "Liers!" He pulled out his own weapon, a shiny Walther P-38.
"They are using powers to manipulate us boys! Don't fall for it!"
Crystal dead paned again. Today just wasn't her day. She then looked at the gun the man pulled and just about had a s**t fit. There weren't many of those guns left in working condition, and not many made of a silver-like metal to begin with. "Where the ******** did you get that gun?! That's Lupin, Sir's!" A fire showed in her eyes like never before.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 10:08 pm
"Lou-Pon da foist, secon' or turd? No matta, he gon' want dat gun back!" Arell growled as he quickly dispatched the goon he had at gunpoint. He had it with that stuff. Of course, Arell, now completely annoyed by the whole situation, AND still being angry at Crystal, was now just aiming to blast the heads off any mook he could find. Mostly because he was taking out his shitty past few weeks on them.
"Dun, cut 'er loose -BLAM!-. NOW I'm gonna have t' show -BANG!- why rehab -BLAM! BOOM!- an' stupid ********' costumes -BLAM!- nevah WORK!" Arell growled, the guns going off as he dispatched many of the mooks while growling. He had indeed HAD IT.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 10:29 pm
"sometimes it does work..." Crystal muttered under her breath before loud snapping and popping came from her joints and she pulled them out of place to let the rope fall off her. "Damn that makes it hard to fight." She said aloud as she started popping her joints back into place.
The leader aimed the Walther at Crystal. "Screw bringing you freaks into IO. You're just too much trouble."
She leaned down to stretch like a cat to pop her back just in time as a bullet zoomed over her. "Do you know anything about that gun in your hand? Like you have to aim two clicks higher than normal? Or that the trigger gets stuck every so many shots? There are only two Walther P38's in this world that work like a charm, and that's because they were, or are, owned by the great Arsene Lupin the Third. My teacher, the man I call uncle, and the one that raised me after my father did this to me." She pulled at an ear. "I'll bet you money that gun won't fire again."
She smiled at the man, sure of herself, not because it was going to jam, but because she was sure he missed the next chamber when he loaded it. The docking didn't click right when it moved to the next chamber.
As she walked right up to the man and he pulled the trigger again, aiming for her chest, it didn't go off. "I told you." She grabbed the gun as the guy started to back away slowly only to be drop kicked in the face with a three inch high heel.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 7:55 pm
[Exit Red Cardinal to Gotham City]
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 7:39 am
Arell growled when the other cronies backed off. Switching out the twin magums for a big sawed-off coach gun, he walked over to the survivors of the big Cajun's rampage.
"Now LISTEN HERE. You cheap, two-bit couyon ********> he cursed, grabbing one who tried to leave and threw him among the bunch, pointing the shotgun at them.
"De next IO goon I see will be joinin' their stupid li'l ******** buddies in Hell fer eternity. DE ONLY REASON I'm lettin' y'all live is so you can go tell Threshy an' dat two-bit whore Dr. Summers dat Arell L'amour's comin' . . . and I DO NOT take prisoners! Now, you got 24 hours t' go let all dem innocent people outta dere before I get back t' dat hellhole, an' I ain't leavin' til every last IO bastahd is dead an' de complex destroyed. YOU GOT THAT!?" Arell hollered, jamming the shotgun at the goons.
"y-y-yessir." the goon directly in front of him stuttered, only to get punched in the stomach by Arell, who clearly was angry that those goons were even THERE.
"SOUND OFF LIKE YA GOT A PAIR BEFORE I UNSCREW YOUR HEADS AND s**t! DOWN! YOUR! NECKS!!!!!" Arell screamed, now an inch away from them, clearly taking notes from every last Drill Sergeant he came across.
"YES SIR!!!" They shouted back, screaming essentially for their lives as Arell put a cigarette in his mouth, lighting the match off the guy in front's shirt to light the smoke.
"Now get . . . " Arell said quietly . . . the goons that Arell had been verbally annihilating stood there, stunned. Arell turned to leave when he sensed they hadn't left yet. Turning around, he got right back in their faces.
"DID I STUTTER, MAGGOTS?!? GO!!!!" he shouted. Then he went and pulled the leader off the ground. Already with a three-inch heel indent in his face, it was clear that he was NOT through his trouble yet.
"As for YOU . . ." Arell growled, holstering his shotgun for his bowie knife, holding it up just . . . under . . . his . . . chin. His other hand clamped in a death grip to the scruff of the b*****d's neck, with a low guttural growl of "On yer feet, ya ********' ABORTION!"
"Yer goin' to Gotham. Tell de Bats what I just done t' yer pathetic li'l gang and pass dis along . . . dey even DARE try t' stop me next time, they . . . are . . . NEXT. GOT IT, SHRIMP?!?" Arell growled. He had had ENOUGH.
Dundee on the other hand, played it cool, figuring it was just going to be safer if he stayed out of the way of Arell, who scarily was resembling Dun's actual dad.
"Okay, big guy. I think you scared 'em enough." Dundee said. He wasn't even gonna TOUCH the threat against the Bat-family yet.
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 2:27 pm
The black cat grinned as he watched down at the little scene from the corner of a nearby roof. Normally he would have planted himself on a rooftop right next to the alley...but he didn't want to get in the way of a stray bullet. Not with as angry as the gunslinger was right now.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 4:49 pm
Arell threw the leader aside and watched the majority of the goons run off before pulling out his hip flask and taking a swill of Jamaican rum before walking over to Dundee, not saying two words to Crystal. "Y'know, Dun'. I betcha half dem turkeys nevah even SAW a Drill Instructah up close before." he said, smiling as he took another swig and offered it to Dundee, who obliged himself a drink.
"Pops woulda been proud of ya for that. I'd say you'd become a great DI if they force us outta the industry, bro." Dundee said nonchalantly. The rest of the ones still alive slunk off and Arell took a look at them.
"Hang on, Dun'." he growled. They were from the group he ordered to go back to IO. Walking back over at a faster pace, he put his hat low over his eyes, almost like how a Drill Instructor for the Marine corp. The two DID go to Paris Island a few times with Cpt. Pap, so they knew.
"WHEN I TELL YOU TO MOVE, I MEAN IT, LADIES!!! PICK UP THE ******** PACE!!!!" he ordered the group. With a reply of "Aye-Aye, SIR!" they obliged. They SAW what he could do with a gun. They did NOT want to invoke his wrath!!
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 8:51 pm
Crystal watched something on the ground move as Arell screamed at the IO idiots. When it got the loudest she pulled her ears down with her hands, to keep her ear drums from ringing. 'At least he's not killing them.' She thought only to herself.
Once Arell dropped the leader he slowly crawled away and around the corner. He had pissed himself when Crystal got the gun and not to mention what he did once Arell took hold of him. He was in no condition to stand fully up till he reached a restroom.
Crystal breathed again once the leader was out of sniffing range and Arell's victims were out of sight. Crystal walked over behind Arell and when he tuned back around, she was on her tip toes and looking him dead in the eye as if she were upset. She swiftly took the cigarette out of his mouth and, in the same fluid motion, kissed him. She would let it last as long as he would allow.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 8:18 am
And as fast as Arell's pissed-off Drill Instructor side had appeared, it vanished when Crystal kissed him, leaving him STUNNED for a second. When he got to his senses, he kissed her back. I'm totally confused as hell, but ya know what? I'm just gonna roll with this. he thought. Dundee on the other hand, watched the goons scatter off like cowards while leaning on a wall, looking up he saw CC up on a rooftop. "I think you can come down now, kitty. Arell's not THAT angry anymore." he said as he relaxed. When Arell went all Gunnery Sergeant Hartman on somebody, he knew to stand back and let the big guy scare the s**t out of 'em. The leader literally. "Well, all we accomplished here is shooting five guys, turning IO goons into aides upon threat of death and making their former leader s**t a brick. Lovely . . . " Dundee said before walking off. God help us all if he tries to go Marine Drill Instructor on Batman's a**. he thought. " . . . . . DAAAAMMMmmmnnn!!!!!!"
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 10:47 am
CC grinned a bit, then stretched his limbs out again as he stood up. He moved towards the edge of the rooftop, then carefully hoped his way down from windowsill to trashcan. Deciding that Dundee would be the better companion at the moment than the two rocky lovebirds, he made his way over to the man and curled around his legs, purring gently.
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