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 Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 6:09 am
Krieger looked at her, smiling kindly. "It depends. Those were the old days. I've turned over a new leaf. But, sadly, I can't seem to get good work these days. Who's your mark and What's your fee?" He extended his hand towards the lady.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 11:00 am
"Twenty-five grand sound appropriate to you? Her name is Roxanna Corey, a recent widow. If you've watched the news, you'd hear she's already rumored to be dead, from a house explosion. Unfortunately the little boom didn't seem to work, as I've heard rumors about her walking around the park with a strange man a few minutes after the bomb." The blond woman took the hand shaking it. "Kill her, and bring proof to confirm her dead, and you're done. If she's already dead, bring a bit of proof, and I'll consider the job done anyway."
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 1:35 pm
This was different. He'd never had a woman mark before. Don Krieger shook his head and smiled. "That much for a dinky girl? What's the other 20,000 for? Hazard pay? I'll take your offer, but if she's somethin' else, I'm off the job. I had a bad time of it last time someone offered me that much for a target." He rubbed a spot on his chest where a huge scar resided. The man he had been sent to kill was forewarned and had pumped two shotgun shells into his ribcage, then left him for dead. If not for the lizardlike regenerative abilities his new skin had given him, he very well could have been finished. He stood up, flicked his tounge out to taste the air and cracked his spine, sighing in pleasure.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 8:58 pm
"I truly want her dead." The blond woman said, a quirk to her smile, "But if you'd rather I pay you just 5K, I'm not going to complain." She handed Krieger an envelope, "Her picture is inside, dark hair, dark eyes, about 4 foot eleven. Make it messy."
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 6:32 am
Krieger made a face. "Messy...You got it boss." He shook his head and walked off. First things first, he had to scope out the target, find out where she was and who was with her, and then see what she could do. Messy...Bleah His stomach rumbled. Letting that meat go to such waste...I might just cry.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 12:18 am
Samuel sat cross legged on the ground next to the pond. The right half of his jeans were damp from him scooping water up in his hand and idly making it fly off either right or left not paying much attention to it and invariably putting too much force behind it, thus his jeans being soaked.
Gazing over to his left, he'd been watching people as they came and went from the park for the past hour or so content to relax and enjoy the weather on a rather uneventful day.
A couple, holding hands, had just strolled into the park looking to be doing similar to what he was doing and just enjoying their time. Rare it was that he got to do it anymore in the world they lived in now. It was better to be outside for the few moments he could get rather than in playing with his faucet.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 12:21 am
As he was playing Samuel suddenly felt a soft thwack in the back of his head. A small boy had just shot a couple soft darts at him. He grinned, holding his gun out...a gun that was then promptly taken away from him by the woman next to him.
Pan followed with a series of scolding on how Peter would no longer be allowed to play with his guns if he shot people like that.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 12:32 am
Dropping the small pool of water that was in his hand, Samuel wiped his hand on his jeans and turned towards the small boy and woman coming up on his knees.
"It's alright Ma'am." He said shooting a quick grin at her. "Quite an aim you got there, kid." He said, rubbing the back of his head through his scruffy red hair even though it really didn't hurt, it was amusing.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 10:48 am
"Practice for monsters." The boy said, glancing up at Samuel.
Pat let out a long sigh. "I appreciate the patience. He's been shooting at people all day."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 12:26 pm
Shrugging, he stood all the way up and let his hand fall on top of the kids head ruffling his hair lightly. "Never know when you might run into one." He mutters shooting a wink at the kid.
"Where are you all off to on a nice day like this? Anyplace in particular?" He questions, leaving his hand on the kids head and looking up at her.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 7:39 pm
Panthea smiled, putting the gun in the back pocket of her pants. "Picnic, seems a nice enough day for one." She held out a hand, "Panthea Ricket, and this is Peter. I don't believe I've seen you in the neighborhood before, are you new here?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 7:54 pm
"Yes, it does. I'm Samuel Sarun. Not new per se, just stayed well hidden before." He says with a lopsided grin, lifting his hand from Peters head and shaking her hand.
Stepping slightly to his right, still holding Panthea's hand, he gestures towards where he had been sitting next to the pond as there was a picnic table not far from his previous seat on the ground. "I know I could do with some grub, how bout you Peter? A young boy, must have a pretty good appetite." He says with another lopsided grin to the kid.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 8:58 pm
"I hope you like organic peanut butter and home made raspberry jam on wheat." Pan said, her smile tightening in preparation for someone who probably didn't care for her style of food, like a good number of people. She walked with him towards the picnic table, giving Peter a small push up ahead before he could pause to pick up a rather grimy looking rock. "Stayed hidden, hmm? Well that's not good. It's a friendly neighborhood once you get past the initial shock-factor."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 9:09 pm
Shrugging his shoulders he lets go of Pans hand sitting down on one side of the picnic table near the edge."I'm not much of a cook myself so I do with what I can throw together. I'm sure it will taste better than some of the concoctions I've come up with. I'd put a pregnant woman to shame with some of the odd balls of food I've thrown together." he says with a small chuckle.
"As for the neighborhood well...I'm starting to realize that. Gonna have to get out more often if it's nice like this." He says with another grin.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 12:41 pm
"Most of the people causing trouble aren't actually from the neighborhood, just rich kids coming into the area to play gangster for a bit. They don't do it very well, either." Pan said. She began taking out the sandwiches and a few other things that looked to be either homemade or from a healthfood store.
She handed Samuel one of the sandwiches, handing another one to Peter. "Food is all about experimentation, isn't it? Why let the pregnant women have all the fun? So long as you're note poisoning yourself with food dyes and poisonous chemicals."
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