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Post by Slake on Aug 28, 2010 15:15:42 GMT -5
CONTINUED FROM BRANSON HERE: wednesdays.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=slakemsthegreat6&action=display&thread=21---- PLOT!Dominic Metal has sent his very best man, Maxery Stin, to seek out the most powerful skilled bounty hunter among all the fakers and players for a special assassination of the weeks. They have been snooping around in his business too long and he wants them gone. But will the assassin Maxery chooses be able to pull the trigger on all seven beings? Or will his real identity keep him from destroying his own week brothers and sister. Also, does maxery have plans of his own, in his reasons for selecting the specific bounty hunter he has? Status: [glow=blue,2,300]Alive.[/glow]
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Post by ricky on Aug 28, 2010 16:14:20 GMT -5
Warmth.... It is something that everyone longs for, be it coming one way or another, all humans need it. It holds our universe together and man once said. It doesn't just keep a smile on our faces and a dream in our hearts, It is generated by the smile, or by the dream. It is grown like a flower, and it is harvested like the wheat. Rather it is a by a soft blanket by a fire, a hot drink.... a cozy room or bed, a kiss on the cheek..... a lover... There are so many ways one can gain this wonderful thing, and through so many sources, but it is said in the old myths from long ago, that if one loses his warmth... his glow, his light, his fire... that he becomes as cold as the winter. Empty inside from the very bottom of his feet to the top of his head. A bottomless pit, who dies slowly all his days, spending them alone and in the dark corners of hell until his dust is dust and his soul is faded and gone... I realized after discovering this that... though only few can give you that warmth we all long for... Anyone can take it away. A man, a drop of water.... God himself... Only you can struggle to keep it, only you can grow it and only you can harvest it. But without that one thing that brought it once, you are lost.... Hopeless..... Broken.
I walked at a steady pace, down the sidewalks of Boise city in the middle of the night. Thoughts on this matter of warmth and loss streaming through my head, unending. I held a shoulder-bag strap with my one had and had the other buried deep in my pocket. I shivered against the breeze and kept my stride, trying was well to clear my head of this wishy-washy fairytale that surrounded my subconsciousness in a slightly irritating manner, the way a child does his mother. I assumed that this meant something , though, As much as I wanted to be free of these words I had read that played over and over in my mind, I also felt that there was a reason for them being there. So I tried to ignore them but didn't beat myself up about not being able to rid myself of them. I lifted my hard gaze from the glitter covered ground in front of me, to the signs above my head, the lag-time in my vision causing a slow down and blurring all the faces and forms of the people and objects around me. I let out a breath, noticing the foggy cloud from it's heat that settled in front of my face, around six seconds longer then anyone else could see. Idaho was normally hot, yes, but since it sat at a dry climate state that meant it cooled down at night, sometimes below freezing. Tonight was such a night, but the cold didn't bother me any. It just made me numb, stiff and I needed that for where I was going. I skipped over a bump in the sidewalk, probably caused by someone dropping something from above, and continued my trails down the neon-lit streets.
I apologize for not introducing myself before now, please forgive me. In my haste to get to where I was going I failed to be polite. My name is Ricky Batmen, but some know me as Wednesday. I'm a full time, highly experienced bounty hunter for hire. I take just about any job, and I can complete any mission, as long as the host can provide me with exactly what I want. Information. Money doesn't mean much to me anymore, after the lack of retirement a while back I decided that I only needed to collect more money to afford my new weapons and the up-keeping of my car. My bloated bank accounts (( all three of them )) didn't need more company, and I don't ever ask for more then I need just to get by. Agh, I apologize again, I don't normally talk this much.... at all, even if I am only thinking things to myself, I am silent, so this is new for me and I have little control over what I am even doing or thinking at the moment. I must admit, I am to caught up in this new mission I have been selected to accomplish, by a Mister, Maxery Stin. Instead of all the other hundred of bounty hunters out there, he choose me. I mean, I know I have skills to match that of a experienced week... but are they really this significant? He promised that if we met in real life that he would make it worth my while, saying something about new information he had on government supplies and movements, that was good. Very good. He also sent men after me to track me down and give him his message, that only left me unimpressed, it showed that he must be a secretive type. I didn't much care for that, it wasn't like I was going to hurt them, they are about to hire me. If anything I protect them from danger, not enforce it. My suspicions turned over in my head, but I lay them to rest for the moment, deciding to take them back into consideration when I actually met him, for I was right outside the sit-down-restaurant we were supposed to be meeting at. The glass.... the window lettering........ I stopped in front of the long, crystal clear window and gazed inside the building, not seeing the inhabitants it held now, no.... but the ones it did then..... when I first really met her...... Tears stung my eyes as I pressed my hand against the glass, almost feeling her warmth from somewhere else, far off, touching me back. I whipped my coat sleeve over my hand and wiped my face off furiously with it. Now is not the time, old boy..... later....
I clicked my heels and straightened up, pulling the bag-strap further up and opening the door, stepping inside and being escorted over to my host's desired table.
((------ Sorry if this is weird or doesn't make sense, I wasn't able to re-read it in time. I hope you enjoy dah Ricky! ------))
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Post by maxery on Aug 28, 2010 17:03:38 GMT -5
I have been sitting here for about a hour and a half I had already had some wine and a small piece of bread, I wiped my mouth off with my napkin and tapped my fingers along the table looking around at all the people here. So much noise-goodness it makes me wonder how these people who work here take it! Well I suppose it is their job. I saw Batemen watching him carefully with my eyes, as he got much closer I stood setting my napkin down and putting my thin hand out, "Ricky?" I asked raising my eyebrow as a smile tugged on my lips, "I'm Maxery Stin. Its a pleasure finally getting to meet you. Please, sit." I said and let his hand go.
I sat back down in my seat and glanced at the waiter whispering something to him about our dinner, I smiled back at Batemen, "So what would you like to have this nice night?" I asked. I leaned back in the chair and crossed my leg setting my hands on my lap and watching him again-carefully as always.
The waiter stood and waited for Batemen to decide.
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Post by ricky on Aug 29, 2010 21:02:39 GMT -5
Because of the lag time in my vision and hearing I was unable to get his full message until about six or so seconds after it had been delivered. I was seated and straight backed, keeping my strong posture as usual, just as my mum had always taught me how to. Yes, I have a mum in case you were wondering, but we can get more into her later.... I shook his hand, giving him a short quick smile of my own to match his, seemingly, impressively bright one. He was certainly extremely excited about something, perhaps meeting me, but I couldn't prove anything yet and since I had just met, and laid eyes on the man, I was unable to come to a full conclusion on the matter. I cleared my throat and placed a hand up on the nicely decorated table-top and shook my head in reply to his question on dinner or any form of food/drink. "I'm fine thanks, I would much rather just get on to business if that is alright with you, sir." I said rather bluntly, but that was the way I was. I disliked conversation that was to forced or that didn't flow between me and another naturally. I also felt that words were only needed sometimes, that people who talk to much are just trying to cover up something about themselves, which they would rather not allow everyone to become aware of. I took pride in the fact that I was a honest man and would do what I was told for the price, and I would do more if the time came. I wouldn't just let my employers get shot in the back of the skull if I could prevent it. Hell no. They not only had information that was highly important to me, but also, as a week, I sensed the balance of the world around me and when it was thrown off or tampered with, I was tortured with the feeling it let behind. Sometimes it was anger, sickness, happiness, sometimes I even sat down on a park bench or in a chair at home, occasionally on the sidewalk if I was on the job, and I cried in joy or fear as the emotions of life all around me drifting through my very soul... causing me to feel either full when it passed... or completely empty. It was different every time, and on the one hand I utterly disliked it, but I also always reminded myself that it was natural for a week to feel such things.... and as Virgil said, "life would Be awfully boring without it."
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Post by maxery on Aug 29, 2010 21:52:41 GMT -5
I nodded and looked back at the waiter waving my hand, "I just have wine." I said, he nodded and turned away quickly going to get the wine. I flicked my eyes back to Batemen and flashed a quick smile, "Alright then Minster Batemen. I'll get right to the point," The waiter came back again and poured some blood, red wine into a very shinny glass. I glare at him cause he was leaning so close, my guards sitting behind me growled at the waiter and he wandered off quickly afterwards. "As I was saying, this job isn't for someone that doesn't have balls. I have seen a few things you've done and you seem like a very strong and powerful man-you get what you want now matter what the coast. There are seven subjects you must take out." I said and put the glass to my lips taking a nice sized amount of it and placing it back down.
The wine was rather cheep tasting though, these people are horrible lairs saying they have good old wine that was some of the finest of course they want more people to come here, back to business. "Have you ever heard of Weeks?" I asked and picked the glass back up and drank some more. Even though it was new and gross tasting I still needed it plus I don't get to drink wine everyday, Dom doesn't always have some around which is annoying, with some of the things he talks about I wish I had something a little be heavier. I felt the bite the wine made leaving my throat feeling like it was oh fire how I missed that feeling. After I was done here I might go and kick back in my hotel and relax with a few wine bottles and drink all night. Hmm sounds wonderful.
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Post by ricky on Aug 30, 2010 11:53:29 GMT -5
"Weeks?" I repeated, cocking my head to the side and shifting in my chair to move in closer, making sure I heard him correctly. Apparently I had, and that was beginning to worry me. Virgil would not be pleased with me if I took up this mission, and these were my fellow weeks we were talking about. I mean, I didn't know them at all, don't get me wrong.... but I didn't want them to die, and I really would prefer not to have to kill them. I was highly trained and more skilled then just about any man who stood up and called himself a "hunter", but the odds of me winning against another week dropped, because those fights, or battles, weren't ever supposed to take place, naturally. Weeks were always supposed to be at peace with one another, otherwise it caused stress between them and a restless feeling among them all. I shook my head some and pursed my lips. "Why, exactly, sir... If you don't mind my asking, do you want them rid of? I mean, there is no doubt I can do the job for you, sir... but I am unable to without some form of explanation." I said, satisfied with my final offer. If he didn't want to explain it to me, and provide me with my info I wanted, I wasn't up for the job.
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Post by maxery on Aug 30, 2010 16:30:46 GMT -5
I rub my eyes and look at him again and smile a bit, "They are something of superhuman beings. They ruin a lot of things though. I mean seriously who wants some moron running around think they're all better then anyone else?" I said bitterly. I turn my head and glare down at the floor, "Anyway, and as for why you would be killing them...my boss wants them dead. Now you see?" I said with a mocking smile. I grabbed my glass between my fingers and sipped it some more I turned my eyes back at him and stared right in them, making sure that he knew I was fucking around. I hoped he wasn't wasting my time, I set my glass down and look away licking over my lips a little.
"There is a big pot. And perhaps I could throw something in for you...that you really care about? A house? A car? A pet? ....A woman?" I asked and looked back at him.
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Post by ricky on Sept 6, 2010 22:01:17 GMT -5
I nodded at what he was saying, showing that I understood, though it was, of course, a few seconds after he had finished speaking them. I noticed that he was slightly angry about this whole thing, which proved my suspicions where true, he was working for someone whom he hated but also respected at the same time. Confusion causes serious stress in any line of work, but assassinations most of all. Whoever this "boss" was also putting a lot of pressure on him to get this finished and done with, which meant he was going to be pressuring me, and I didn't like the idea of that, especially not when it came to possibly killing weeks. They were no easy kill, and it would probably take me a few weeks just to find them, let alone kill them all. It would be as if I was hunting myself, and in that, I would constantly just be chasing my tail with no end to the tight circle. "Ahh, I see.... I understand that, sir." I said, stopping nodding and considering what he had said about the weeks themselves. He sees them as a bother, and obviously he sounded bitter toward them. I was full of questions as to why he was, how long he had been and what he was going to do with them if, or if I didn't actually kill them. More then likely, I guessed, that if I refused or started and failed for whatever reason, to finish the job, his temper would be unleashed fully and he would attempt to break me for my "incompetence." I kept myself from exploding with curiosity and tapped my finger on the table, poking a bit at the fork laying next to me in a thoughtful way. Now he was making his offer as to what I wanted for my role in this plot of his, but truthfully all he had just mentioned to me wasn't pleasing or something I was even half way interested in. All I wanted was Corrine, and I would do whatever I had to, to get her back... "Nothing much can actually supply me as a "prize" or "pot," sir. But there are a few things that... press me the right way and I am willing to discuss those if you are." I said, smoothly not moving from my still position.
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Post by maxery on Sept 7, 2010 15:35:05 GMT -5
This drew me in a little, he wanted something much bigger then money. Most be someone he cares for, "Yes, whatever you desire in a manner of speaking." I said with a slick smile hoping he'd make it quick that way I'd have the rest of the night off. But if he takes a while I guess it couldn't be too awful bad, this place was nice and warm, somewhat comforting. Nothing beats home though or perhaps the office, I like it there a lot too. Call me a workaholic I don't care but hey, this is the life I wanted...well I was getting to the life I wanted. I drank the rest of of my cup and poured more I would ask again if Batemen wanted some but it would just be awkward.
The woman closest to our table started laughing like she was choking on something. Never mind this place was NOT nice or comforting. I glare over my shoulder and look at my body guard quietly whispering, "Make her shut up." He nodded and stood walking over to her table and saying a few words, she shut right up and the guard placed himself back down. I smile and turn my attention back on the Bounty-Hunter.
"Sorry about that. People these days they are so loud its hard to think sometimes." I said and touched my forehead with a few of my fingers and dropped my hands back down to my glass and started drinking again. Ricky Batemen, hmm. Got a nice ring to it-he'd make a fine Assassin for this situation I just hope he won't flake off like the others I 'interviewed' it was very displeasing to me so I didn't even tell Dom. I put my glass down after take a larger sip, I wipe my knee off and look back up at Batemen.
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Post by ricky on Sept 7, 2010 17:19:26 GMT -5
"Information-..." I started then paused to let that word settle some in the man directly in front of me. I stared hard at him, coldly and very determined not to shiver or weakening in it's harshness. I wanted him to know that what I was about to request was highly important to me and I would accept nothing less for a mission such as this. "...-On what is left of the government of the United States. Mainly on their shipping routes and where they keep their prisoners of war." I finished, staying still. Seeing as I spoke with a British accent I am sure that sounded strange to everyone around us who were close enough to over-hear our conversation. It had been a long while since anyone was worried about spies in the country, but those times were returning faster then anyone could believe, and the only thing I ever loved... was tangled up in a mess she couldn't even remember-... Can't remember... can't... not couldn't... I felt like crying for slipping up the way I had, because I was beginning to sound like everyone else-including Virgil-who put everything that had to do with Corrine in past-tense. I refused to... but sometimes my mouth gets ahead of my mind and I say things I don't mean... everyone does, but I do it a lot by accident because I am a bit slow. Strange I know, surprisingly it's awfully confusing to have things move slowly when you are trying to talk right. "Nothing else will do, and if this is impossible for you, I shall have to bid you good-night and good-bye, sir." I added and prepared to get up and leave the table. Playing hard to get when you know what you are asking for is too much, is the easiest way to get it. Just watch, he will agree to my terms.
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Post by maxery on Sept 7, 2010 18:44:24 GMT -5
I slowly watch him as he almost stands, "So you are looking for someone? Of course you have a deal now please sit." I said and waved my hand for him to sit back down. This man had better come through or else that means going back to the drawing board-which I do not want to do right now. Plus Dom would be pretty pissed even though he didn't know of my plan until a few days ago, still the point was that he might be let down some. But on the other hand he is never let down well at least he says he isn't but he might be. I have no idea.
I study Batemen hoping I wasn't walking on too many pressure-points, I did not want him to be scared off. The man has lost someone I just know it, his face would twitch a little when I would bring it up. This was a good thing.
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Post by ricky on Sept 7, 2010 21:43:40 GMT -5
As much as I wanted to admit to I was looking desperately for someone with all the life I had left in me, I knew that would be foolishly surrendering everything about me that I had to give and I couldn't do that, especially not now that we have only just met each other. This man was also not Truth worthy, he wanted to kill the weeks and I was one of them.... Though I had never met one of them ever in my life I knew what they were supposed to do for the world and life itself, so the thought of killing one of them seemed far from reach suddenly. I was beginning to have second thoughts about even chatting with this man anymore about anything, but me possibly putting a bullet through his skull, but I knew.... I couldn't give up. If I gave up now I would never find her.... If I never found her I would never live again. I sighed, feeling confused in the whole matter but sat back down. That turning feeling in my stomach and rushing cold or hot flash down my head to shoulders reminded me that I was dealing with a bad person. Not anyone could give me these kinds of chills and when they did, Virgil said I should shoot them on sight.... But what choice did I have here? He already could tell I was looking for someone... Maybe he even knew who she was. Choices, choices, this wasn't any easy life-style or business, I knew that, better then most who claimed they were bounty hunters. Everyone always said that you can't get what you don't give and If I wanted something impossible, I had to do the impossible. And I would, if I had to... just to get her back. "Rather I am looking for someone or not, I don't see that, that particularly has much to do with anything between us, sir." I returned, crossing my arms tightly across my chest. "I will decide ultimately what I tell you about my reasons and what I don't. If you want my help and employment in this matter you must abide by my rules and number one is no questions..." I continued and then felt slightly rude for being so sharp and added, "Sir." Giving him a respectful nod, Though that feeling in the pit of my gut told me not to.
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Post by maxery on Sept 8, 2010 10:59:07 GMT -5
I sigh and lean on the table, places my elbows beneath me and interlock my fingers, "Its really fine. I was simply trying to get to know you, but I would like to know that you are going to come through." I said and nodded some pursing my lips some, still staring right in his eyes. I know I'm not that scary...to a person that is so strong and big-even though he's not that big-it doesn't matter, but the thing is I hope I would push him just enough to take the job and do it. I lean back in my chair and cross my legs putting my hands on my knee just finally getting to business, "Mr. Batemen I'm not saying this is a easy job, if you do not have the guts. Please tell me, because if you don't you're wasting my time and yours." I stated. I didn't give a fuck about his life-just what he wanted so I could give it to him if he gives me what I want.
This man was slow I could tell so I would slow myself down when I was talking to him, perhaps he had a problem hearing? Whatever the case I do not rightly care but still. If he takes the job I'll do some digging on him, more than just his file. Much more.
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Post by ricky on Sept 8, 2010 11:20:18 GMT -5
"I have more then guts, sir. I can promise you that." I hissed lowly and with a slight snarl on the edge of my tongue, locking my gaze with his. I wasn't afraid to let him inspect my soul, because I didn't have one anymore, and I knew that if I did he would also see I was true and very serious about this. This man was less then frightening to me, in fact he just went back wards. I was nearly embarrassed by his cowardly behavior, but I wasn't here to judge I was here to do business and now it was time to decide if I wanted to sign this deal on or not. I frowned and thought about it for a moment. Finally I sighed once again and nodded at him. "I am willing to do more then anything you ask of me, Sir. I can grantee that, for the price I requested and if that is all set then we can get started immediately." I said, rather quickly. I was jumping into things now, which could end up turning out bad because I was starting to rush into this half-cocked but I was beginning to feel more impatient with this chat and I wanted to get this 'conversation' off my life and him learning me, and onto the mission ahead.
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Post by maxery on Sept 9, 2010 20:35:51 GMT -5
This was very pleasing to me, "Good, Mr. Batemen. How about in five days?" I said and stood, rubbing my hand over my suit and buttoned it back up, I reach down and open my suit-case and grab out pictures of the Weeks and hand them to him, "You'll get your payment when you finish." I said and nodded waiting for him to take the pictures. Yes, finally. Dom would be very happy about this I mean hell, I'm happy about this, he will do his job and mine. "Also, Mr. Batemen, I might have another job for you after this. If you do this one alright that is." I said with a quick smile, I dropped the pictures on the table, "We'll be in touch." I added giving him my business card and walking off carrying my suit-case, my guards at my sides. The man at the door holds it open for me and I walk out pulling my coat on more, I hop in my car and drive off into the night, I grab my cell-phone and call Dom, "Its done." I said into it. "Good." He hissed and hung up.
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