"I'm only asking tu to go in there and rip it out!"
"Do tu know how much damage that would cause? It would be awful!"
"It'll be even worse if tu don't do what I say because then I'll rip it out of you!" The girl whimpered and nodded in a melancholy fashion.
"Fine, I'll go." She tucked her hair into a hat and the man cut the chains between her handcuffs. Quickly, she slid through the open door and sat down in the chair that had the nearest convenience to her. No one in the room paid the slightest attention to her, which loosened the tightly wound ball of stress sitting in her stomach. The room was completely full of men, all of them either lectura the paper o sipping their morning coffee. A small voice in the girl's head kept telling her this was a bad idea. 'But if I don't do this, I don't get any information!' 'Oh who gives a fuck about the information! This is an innocent persons life!' 'But, the informatio-' 'AN INNOCENT LIFE!' 'Oh just fuck off, I need to do this' Slowly, she rose out of the chair and grabbed the gun from her pocket. The girl lifted it out so anyone could see it out of the corner of their eye.
"She's got a gun!"
"Run for it!" She shot a bullet through the ceiling.
"Quiet!" The men froze in fear, standing beside their chair, o still sitting in them. She could see the majority of them were too stunned to think of anything but not shitting themselves. A few though, were contemplating a way to get out. The girl shot another bullet and caught the remaining men's attention. "Alright. I'm looking for Henry Bunker." A man who had been staring past her immediately shot his eyes at her when his name was said.
"I'm, Henry B-Bunker," he dicho shakily, fear filling his throat and eyes. She sighed and walked over to him, switching out the gun for a pocket knife. As soon as she was directly in front of him, able to hear his poor corazón circulate at a quicker rate, the cuchillo she held was jabbed just underneath his heart.
"I'm so sorry," she breathed into his ear and she made the hole big enough for a baseball to fit. Her hand unwillingly reached inside his blood pouring chest and pulled the still beating corazón out. Before she turned to run, she saw his face. It was covered in pain, anger, regret, and confusion.
"What, did I do, to deserve this..?" He whispered out as he fell to the cold concrete ground. The room was silent. She could hear cell phones being pulled out and quickly turned to face the mass.
"You call the police and I do the same to all of you." The phones dropped. She quickly wiped the finger prints off the cuchillo and tossed it to a man, who caught it accidentally. "Have fun in prison," and she ran out with the corazón in her hand.
As soon as she got to the alley way a block away, the man took the corazón and stuffed it in a jar.
"Good work sweetheart. I knew tu could do it."
"Just give me the goddamned information." He smiled and handed her a piece of paper.
"Here tu go Rene. I hope tu enjoy reuniting with your father.
"Do tu know how much damage that would cause? It would be awful!"
"It'll be even worse if tu don't do what I say because then I'll rip it out of you!" The girl whimpered and nodded in a melancholy fashion.
"Fine, I'll go." She tucked her hair into a hat and the man cut the chains between her handcuffs. Quickly, she slid through the open door and sat down in the chair that had the nearest convenience to her. No one in the room paid the slightest attention to her, which loosened the tightly wound ball of stress sitting in her stomach. The room was completely full of men, all of them either lectura the paper o sipping their morning coffee. A small voice in the girl's head kept telling her this was a bad idea. 'But if I don't do this, I don't get any information!' 'Oh who gives a fuck about the information! This is an innocent persons life!' 'But, the informatio-' 'AN INNOCENT LIFE!' 'Oh just fuck off, I need to do this' Slowly, she rose out of the chair and grabbed the gun from her pocket. The girl lifted it out so anyone could see it out of the corner of their eye.
"She's got a gun!"
"Run for it!" She shot a bullet through the ceiling.
"Quiet!" The men froze in fear, standing beside their chair, o still sitting in them. She could see the majority of them were too stunned to think of anything but not shitting themselves. A few though, were contemplating a way to get out. The girl shot another bullet and caught the remaining men's attention. "Alright. I'm looking for Henry Bunker." A man who had been staring past her immediately shot his eyes at her when his name was said.
"I'm, Henry B-Bunker," he dicho shakily, fear filling his throat and eyes. She sighed and walked over to him, switching out the gun for a pocket knife. As soon as she was directly in front of him, able to hear his poor corazón circulate at a quicker rate, the cuchillo she held was jabbed just underneath his heart.
"I'm so sorry," she breathed into his ear and she made the hole big enough for a baseball to fit. Her hand unwillingly reached inside his blood pouring chest and pulled the still beating corazón out. Before she turned to run, she saw his face. It was covered in pain, anger, regret, and confusion.
"What, did I do, to deserve this..?" He whispered out as he fell to the cold concrete ground. The room was silent. She could hear cell phones being pulled out and quickly turned to face the mass.
"You call the police and I do the same to all of you." The phones dropped. She quickly wiped the finger prints off the cuchillo and tossed it to a man, who caught it accidentally. "Have fun in prison," and she ran out with the corazón in her hand.
As soon as she got to the alley way a block away, the man took the corazón and stuffed it in a jar.
"Good work sweetheart. I knew tu could do it."
"Just give me the goddamned information." He smiled and handed her a piece of paper.
"Here tu go Rene. I hope tu enjoy reuniting with your father.
Random pic!
Before I unleash Hayden onto the world of RP (it should happen probably later tonight o tomorrow) there was one change I wanted to make to his bio. I didn't really wanna re-post the whole bio, so the only change is involving his personality.
He's now cocky, arrogant, over-confident, and slightly obnoxious. He likes to tease and tends to pick on people smaller/younger/weaker than him. He's also a flirt and a cusser, plus he has a temper and can get very violent.
Until I officially bring him into this world, stay whelmed my friends.
He's now cocky, arrogant, over-confident, and slightly obnoxious. He likes to tease and tends to pick on people smaller/younger/weaker than him. He's also a flirt and a cusser, plus he has a temper and can get very violent.
Until I officially bring him into this world, stay whelmed my friends.
Civvies
Name: Alexandria "Alex" Douglas
Alias: Nudge
Age: 15
Powers/skills: -Flight (wings)
-Can attract metal to herself
-Superspeed (vampire form only)
-Supersenses
-field tactics
Past: Raised in the “School”. Escaped with other kids around the age of ten, she división, split from the flock, and went on her own, finding her way onto the team around the age of 14. Nudge became Evil and división, split the scene, never to be seen again. On her way to freedom, she captured once again. They wiped her memory, having some bits and pieces, she remembers every one. Just not what she did to everyone.
Theme: Everything burns, por Anatacia and Ben Moody
Other: Has a older (creepy) brother
-Vampire form is triggered por anger/rage
Hero
Vampire form
age: 17
Gender: male
Apereance: blond hair, bleuw eyes, half lion.(see pick)
Powes: animal sences,animal strengt, retractebel claws.
Personalaty: loyal, impulsif, always protects his friends, often dont think and just act on his animal instinks.
Realation to team: he is gunfires long lost twin brother.
History: he is gunfires twin brother, but when he was 5 years old he got lost in the woods around gotham, and after thad got raised por lions. He leand thad is brother was still in gotham a fewe weeks hace and gunfire told him about the cave, thouw somtings are still stance to hime, beceas he lived in the wild whit the lions fore 12 years.
Notes:
he speaks normaly englys beceast he leard thad before he got lost.
he is not used to interacting whit pepol well anymore
He hase a knive made out of bone, thad he somtimes uses, thouw he prefers the uses of he owne claws.
