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 Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 6:11 pm
Matt shrugs.
"Well, it was a long time ago, was it not? So, just forget for now, but never forgive. I'm one to hold certain grudges against people, including myself. My mother however, is still alive and kicking. We run into eachother once and a while, and I hope one day to kill her."
They stop at an alley way and Matt tries his hardest not to laugh, but smiles instead.
"Well, it seems our tough little assassin is just as fragile as a flower clinging for it's life on the edge of a cliff," he says, seeing Emma, laying in a pool of her own blood, as well as another man's. He looks down at Celia.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 6:55 am
Then her mind flys back into reality, The pain filling in her Body again. Her Eyes still don't open but she feels her wond flowing quickly and yet, there was nothing she could do, her whole body was paralized(sp). At this exact moment, she wished that maybe some actually cared about her enough to help her, she didn't want to die, but of course, she was a cold- blooded killer who would want to?
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B3autiful_trag3dy Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 8:14 am
Matt let go of Celia's hand, walked forward and, like a cat, crawls up the fire escape, walks over to where Emma is on the rooftop, and checks Emma's pulse, nodding when he felt the faint beating. He made his way back down to the ground, Emma on his back. He grunts when his hand slips, excerting(sp) more weight to his other hand and his feet, while the metal itself was wet. He gets to the ground and props Emma up against a wall, muttering to himself about saving people.
"Celia, please take care of her wounds?" He asked Celia, casting a quick glance at the small girl, "I'll buy you a new knife."
He then walked over to the man Emma had managed to kill. He kicked the man onto his back, to see the man's mangled face, from falling off of the rooftop above them.
"Not even a known assassin. And Emma thought she could take me on," he tsk-ed.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 1:23 pm
Celia's eyes light up, and she claps giddily. She jumps over, into a kneeling posistion by Emma. Slowly, she starts licking the wounds.
"Spit will coat the wounds in a kind of casing to protect against diesease until I can get her to my place." She explains, licking more.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 1:27 pm
Matt grimaced, showing one of the few human emotions he's exposed.
"Gross, but fascinating."
He raised his foot and brought it down hard onto the man's legs, breaking the bones with one kick.
"This will make his death look like a suicide, he broke his legs on the way down," he remarked, "investigators never look into our cases as anything serious anymore."
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 1:03 pm
Her head starts to pound as she tries to comprehend where she is, she hears voices, and feelings something, but she's not quite sure what. Is it an animal, another assasin taking revenge, or just a thought? Is she already dead? Is this all just some game the devil likes to play before he consumes you?, She thinks to herself, She wanted it to end already for herself to die, she wasn't even worried about living anymore, the pain was too much to bare. He tries to move her hands again, nothing, her body was far too weak. She tries to scream but all she gets out is a small whimper of pain as she feels something grabbing her sides.
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B3autiful_trag3dy Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:23 am
Matt tries his best not to hurt the assassin that is now in his arms, but once she gives a small whimper of protest, he hugs her to his chest and, with one hand and Celia helping him, climbs the fire escape and starts the long walk to his apartment.
"Celia, where do you live? Can we keep her there for tonight?" He asks Celia.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 3:21 pm
"Actually, I live right down the block." She smiles, and gestures for him to follow. They reach her apartment building, and enter. "Are you going to stay, too?" She asks.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 2:34 am
Matt shrugs.
"I suppose. I'll stay for a bit, theen I have to go home and stock up on weapons," he tells her.
OoC: Sorry guys. We're getting ready to leave. In about 5-sih hours, we'll be in London.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 1:50 pm
Celia shrugs.
"Whatever floats your Naval Vessel." Celia finds them at her door. She pushes it open. "Put her on the couch." She instructs, walking to her dishwasher. She pulls out a first-aid kit.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 5:41 pm
Matt walks over to the couch, his arms starting to tremble from the force of keeping Emma from falling. He definitely wasn't used to carrying people up several stories of fire escape, then carrying them to an apartment building. He laid Emma down on the couch.
"I'm sure you and I will learn to trust eachother," he called to Celia. Truth be told, the gun he had in his jacket had no bullets in it, and the knife he had on him, was coated in one-time-use poison he was saving for his mother. So, he had nothing to attack Celia nor Emma with, though he was sure he could take them on with his bare hands.
He yawns and steals the arm chair in the corner of the room, sleep fastening it's hungry hands to his consiousness(sp).
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 7:15 pm
As pain clenches her body she pulls out, her eyes opening slowly, she gasps as she realizes she wasn't getting the oxygen she needed. She tried to sit up but fails by falling quickly to her back again. Her eyes scan the small, dark room, wondering where she is. This had to have been another person taking revenge and as she knew it they were thinking of killing her brutally. Anxioty(sp) fills her head and her eyes feel a slight burn, she lifts her limp arm to her face, water falls from her eyes, tears? But- but- it couldn't be, she hasn't cried since... Her mind runs back to a memory, not from her tests, but from before, Her mind foggy as she tried to recall this flash back. She walks over to a women, She looked just like she does now, her mother? Her mind quickly flashes out of it. Nothing else was recalled, She hasn't seen her memories since the accident, It's impossible, She's never felt sadness, just the unknown. What was happening to her? Her eyes tear more till she can't see her surroundings.Was she loosing her strength, her inhumaness?
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B3autiful_trag3dy Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 3:55 pm
A woman, her face foggy and distorted, looked down at Matt from her rooftop, her hand stretched out to Matt in case he fell. He worked his way up the slippery and cold fire escape. Finally, he made it up to the top, his arms encircling his mother's legs at the knees. He snuggled closer, so that just his one eye peeked out.
"Some day, Matthew, you're going to hate me for turning you into what you'll be." She rubbed the top of his head. He didn't move.
"I'll never hate you momma," he said.
"Oh, yes you will. I hate myself for being what I am, to survive. I hate having to involve you in it, but if I don't, I know that you'll be caught up in it soon," she said, her words too scrambled for the 8 year old to understand.
Matt let his mother stroll in her own memories and thoughts, staring down at the two men his mother had just taken down, blood blossoming like deadly roses in the pure white snow, which had fallen just a few hours earlier.
"Can we go home Momma? It's cold," he spouted after a few minutes.
She nodded absently, and led them home, teaching Matt how to jump from rooftop to rooftop, without hurting himself, but doing it swift enough that it was hard for him to be shot.
Once they got home, he was asleep before his head hit the pillow, but when he woke a few hours later, his mother was gone and he was alone, she was gone on another job.
Ooc: italics are dreams/memories, ok?
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 4:18 pm
Emma couldn't help it, she had no idea what was going on, she looked around the room, and tried to turn but her stomach. She screamed as her stomach tore back open, bleeding perfusely once more, her screams echoing the house. She then lifted her arms and put her hands to it, she's never gotten this beaten up. Her head had a huge dent in it from when she fell. Her eyes were tearing weirdly, she was a mess. She couldn't help herself, she didn't know how to heel anything, she's never really been beaten to this extent.
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B3autiful_trag3dy Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 4:49 pm
Matt woke up to screaming, a sound that didn't scare him, but he jolted anyway.
He looked around, seeing Emma, struggling on the table, blood blooming from her stomach again.
"Hold still Emma!" He told her sternly, getting up and locking her hands above her head, so she couldn't do any further damage to herself, with one hand, the other used to press down on her stomach, to pause the bleeding.
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