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Post by Shehrazad on Aug 12, 2007 10:55:46 GMT 1
The door is unlocked. It leads into a large and comfortable office, full of expensive furniture and ugly (yet apparently costly) art. At the end of the office, under a window, is a desk. Behind the desk sits a man with a gun, pointed straight at Simeon.
"Not another step," he said. Simeon recognised the voice as the one belonging to the guy over the intercom. "Or I will shoot!"[/color]
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Post by Simeon on Aug 19, 2007 15:02:28 GMT 1
He looked at the man, his head tilted to one side. "You already seen what I can do. Do you really think you can shoot me before I rip your head off?' After all the rage was still there, seething just under the surface, let it loose and the bullet, if silver, would be painful, but would only make the rage worse. He gave the man a grin, that bordered on feral. "All i have to do is let my control slip, and I will cheerfully tear you into little tiny pieces."
It was thought he relished, and his eyes glinted dangerously. He could still taste the blood of the others, and he licked his lips in anticipation, hoping the man took the shot and gave him the excuse to let go.
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Post by Shehrazad on Sept 21, 2007 8:18:36 GMT 1
"That might be... but you are wounded, not that I'd take that chance myself," he smirked, and Simeon couldn't help feeling that maybe this guy had more than one card to play. "Besides, if you kill me, how will you know what's happened to her?"
The screen above Simeon's head lit up. He knew he would have to turn around for a glimpse at it, but that would mean he would have to take his eyes off the man with the gun.[/i]
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Post by Simeon on Sept 27, 2007 0:15:06 GMT 1
There was only one person who could be "she" and that was Anna. But Simeon had a few cards to play still. "Well in that case I will just have to rip you apart piece by piece. A man can live a long time, without a finger here, and ear there and other small bits of the body. I am sure I can make you 'sing' like caged bird with the information." As he took one menenching step towards the man.
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Post by Shehrazad on Sept 27, 2007 10:38:14 GMT 1
What little colour was left on the man's face left it immediately. Simeon could tell he was edgy.
"I see you are not above sinking to the level of your enemies. Very well, but first let me tell you I'm very impressed by your performance... the other two only made it halfway. The fire always gets to them. Your kind can't stand it much, it seems. The boy made it a bit further though, the girl," he pointed to the screen behind Simen, "was very disappointing..."
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Post by Simeon on Sept 29, 2007 18:16:02 GMT 1
He still wouldn't look as he began to advance upon him. If Anna was hurt, well he'd get her back to the caern and hopefully there was a healer with enough skill to get her through it.
"Resort or not, as long as Gaia's will is done. And I repeat, something I prefer not to do, Where is she?"
To really send the message home he was not joking he began to shift into his Crinos...after all a big hairy werewolf was far more intimidating.
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Post by Shehrazad on Sept 29, 2007 18:27:08 GMT 1
He gulped and slid of the chair. Simeon even thought he wet himself, but he didn't stop to check. He kept advancing.
"Alright, I don't have her, I swear!" the man trembled at the site of the Crinos werewolf. He was not usually a cowardly man. In fact, he was braver than most. But the delirium definitely had more of an effect in person than it did on camera. "These guys I sell to, they bought her. They said something about "perfect breeding" and "white hellers" or "white hailers". They took the boy too. I'm just doing my job... you understand, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"
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Post by Simeon on Oct 4, 2007 3:08:10 GMT 1
That name alone was enough to bring a deep menacing growl. "Your life is measured in minutes human...where are these "Howlers? If your answer pleases me you will live."
Already he was formulating a plan, he just hoped it was one Danny wouldn't mind.
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Post by Shehrazad on Oct 6, 2007 15:05:11 GMT 1
"I don't know what howlers are. These guys, they had them delivered to an address in East Berlin. They paid good money, I wasn't about to argue..."
Simeon was sure from the smell now that he had pissed himself. He covered his pockmarked face with his hands, to avoid looking at the Strider. He was trembling and sobbing hysterically.
"I have the address, in my planner... I-- I can even have my people drive you there, we have contacts that'll allow us across the wall... "
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Post by Simeon on Oct 11, 2007 2:05:15 GMT 1
His eyes narrowed in distaste at the man. " And where is this planner?" He asked his voice still low. He wrinkled his nose at the pungent smell of the man's lack of control. What a pitiful thing he was. " I will like to have that too."
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Post by Shehrazad on Oct 11, 2007 11:21:56 GMT 1
"It's... it's on the desk. Under Buyer 37," he whimpered. Simeon found the planner easily enough. It was opened a few pages from Buyer 37, under which there stood an address, and two names: Anna and Martin. Just then there was a disturbance in the form of a loud crash which shook the office.
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Post by Simeon on Oct 14, 2007 14:37:25 GMT 1
He reacted by doing two things, first and for most stuff the planner into his pants, what was left of them. It was the most important thing. Second he gave, what he hoped would be, a 'gentle' smack to the back of the man's head. He wanted to take him back for more questioning.
Then he stood still, as he cocked his head to listen for anymore sounds that would indicate what and where the sound came from.
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Post by Shehrazad on Oct 14, 2007 15:36:55 GMT 1
The blow quickly and effectively knocks out the snivelling bounty hunter, giving Simeon the silence he needs to make out what had happened.Dawn was slowly creeping up and the office was starting to get a little lighter. Simeon could just make out a few trees and a few buildings from the tiny window in the office.
The loud crash was followed by a series of systematic poundings, followed by what could only be a door falling off its hinges and clattering to the floor.
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Post by Simeon on Oct 18, 2007 3:15:24 GMT 1
Cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders he maintained his Crinos formed. Looking down at the unconscious man and then back up at the door, he debated his next action. Not knowing who or what was coming he made his choice. Scooping the man from the chair, he dropped him on the floor, grabbed the chair and flung it through the window, intending to break it and use it to escape.
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Post by Shehrazad on Oct 18, 2007 11:11:54 GMT 1
Simeon's plan worked. The glass was reinforced, but a large comfortable and expensive chair flung by a Crinos Garou was enough to shash it to pieces.
The chair went sailing out the window and with a loud crash landed on the ground. Cont'd here
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