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Post by morriganbaurent on Nov 29, 2010 9:04:33 GMT -5
Slow, inaudiable breaths would be released from her mouth as she looked around the corner at the pathetic people trying to make a life here after what the war had done to them. Her brows bent inwards as she glared. Avoiding the dead-risen seemed to have been her only goal here. Other then, perhaps locating a target she was given.You'll know it, when you see him, thats all she knew now. Was simply that she was looking for a male subject, and she was given a dead or alive option. Dead, she merely said inside her head as she walked around the corner one hand inside her pocket holding the weapon. Eyes were closed, to make it look as if tho she was just like any other on the streets looking for anything they could get by with. Many a person seemed to have given up after so long, their close were ragged, their hair was long - matted, an simply hideous. Morrigan showed them no trace of remorse, not kindness, nothing. They were the ones that had simply done this to themselves. People, who were unwilling to care for themselves any longer, were truly despised by her.
Stopping in mid stride her eyes shot open, locating a male she slowly began to smile as she gripped the gun tighter. Following after him, like a citizen, as if she weren't following him, looking around like others were for food, or objects of clothing. Even tho, from the looks of her, she was already decently clothed. She knew she should have worn such clothes for the occasion, especially if she was coming out here, in search for her target. Hoping, that he'd not spot her she continued watching him out of the corner of her grey toned greens. Hair falling every which way over her face and shoulders as she hid between a building and alley, to further watch. Of course, not only was she watching out for him, she was watching for the risen, them, those who carried the virus, that the war helped spread.
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Three-hundred and fifty words
morrigan/open
blech. sorry its so shitty, next one should be better - when i have a reply
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Post by clythorne on Nov 29, 2010 18:32:17 GMT -5
The man who had been followed at closer inspection seemed like he was not a civilian, the way he dressed and moved seemed to indicate that he was not military either. On his back attached by a strap of leather that doubled as storage for shotgun shells was a chain saw, and he carried a double barreled shotgun that had the safety off and was loaded. However aware he was, his focus on finding the infected was so intense that her presence was not known until he stopped and picked up the head of a doll. "Who the hell are you and why are you following me? Better not hope you've been infected and have not died yet, as I'll blow your head off even then." He said in a rather hard tone, like he was not willing to take a chance. Then again any smart hunter would know not to, but still he did not show his face while watching his back. Setting the dirty head down he wondered what the child who held it was like, when a dozen shapes moved towards him and Cly put out the almost dead cigarette under his boot. "Get out of here and leave this to me, if you get in the way I can't do my job..." He said before moving the shotgun to his back and pulling out the chain saw, the loud whir of the engine running an chain rotation filling the air.
"Come get some you ugly bastards, we've got a date with destiny. I don't mean the stripper..." He then met the zombies halfway and the first one had it's head removed, as he proceeded to try and draw them to the doorway of a ruined building to bottleneck them and force them one by one into his chosen melee weapon. Of course he watched to see if the citizen was gone, often his route was followed becaus it was the safest path having the area cleared. Cly was not the best looking and he obviously not the most graceful, in fact he was probably the worst person you could meet and if he was in a good mood he'd just leave a bad impression without forcing anything. However the kind of man he was was also considered a major social menace, and despite the southern military using his services they did not approve of his methods or the fact he had no respect for anyone even a general on official duty.
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Post by morriganbaurent on Nov 30, 2010 15:31:23 GMT -5
words; five-hundred and sixty three
puppet; morrigan
victim; cly thorne
notes; oops. muse. hehe.
------------------------------------------------ Grinned out lightly, as she watched him pick of the head of a doll, that a child once loved more then anything else in the world, it only made her grin more to her dark secret. Her face had most likely been hard to see as well, as she had mostly kept the the shadows, or looking down as if attempting to be like every stupid citizan around here. Hand shifted, and loosened lightly on her gun to give her hand a breathing chance before listening to him speak out. Mn. What makes you think im following you - An who i am, isn't any of your buisness, she said looking up, facial construct, an everything else about her was visiable at this point, the blue eyeshadow, her strange grey-greens. Everything about her in some ways then not, weren't hard to miss. Placing a hand to her hip as she rolled her eyes to him telling her to get out of here, because if she'd been in his way, his job wouldn't exactly pose victory. She walked closer, every few feet as he took down another zombie, she wasn't going to leave, no. Because he was who she was after, or atleast she'd thought it was her target after closely observing, it felt as tho he was not. Then again, a faceless assignment had made her gravely wrong once before.
She just leant against a building and watched him, listening to his cheesey comments to the zombies, telling them that the group of them had a date with destiny, and she hadn't been a stripper. It wasn't like they were going to understand what he said anyways, all they wanted was him dead, and at this given point - so did morrigan. Just for the hell of it she pulled out her gun and loaded it with a large, unknown bullet, and lifted, aimed, and shot. Not that it would matter, a bullet ramming full speed into hearts of not one, but two of the zombies, because they were dead anyways, no. This bullet broke out into multiples. Laced with a wire, breaking bone and knocking two heads. Strike she grinned to herself, her exclamation wasn't exactly word winning either, but. She felt like she was bowling when it came to removing zombies to get what she wanted. Inserting another bullet just the same she tilted her head to look another way and shot at the ones whom were drawing closer to her. Sorry boys, i dont dig the dead she hissed outwards twords them as she watched them drop.
Once she figured the zombie pile had ended, she followed where he had lead the bunch she walked in and placed the mouth of her gun against his back. You might just be lucky, but i have a hunch, and you better hope its wrong she said with a small whisper. She waited to see exactly what he'd do next after she'd placed the gun to him. In some odd ways, she'd hopped that this wasn't the faceless, that she needed to bring in, dead or alive. However, in other perfect cases she did, because then, she could just watch the blood escape him and flutter onto her face. Like a real killer enjoyed. Speaking of killers, she did wonder where her brother was hiding.
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Post by clythorne on Nov 30, 2010 22:22:06 GMT -5
"That desperate huh, we both know your past your prime if your using a gun to get a guy." Cly responded with and placed the chainsaw across his back after wiping it off and lighting a cigar, now all he needed to do was find more zombies and then report in that he'd cleared this section for now. He had enemies and alot of people who hated him, but what was never something that happened that they would be so bold as to directly threaten him. He had no idea this was about something else, so he didn't let this bother him as usual. Turning around to face the woman he blew some smoke in her face and stepped back, honestly if she was the kind to put a gun to his back she was not worth his time. Which was rare for him but still he was on assignment in a volatile area, he could not be delayed by these games.
"I don't kill the living, so better if you get out of my way and let me do my job. I've got better things to do than waste time, especially with some psychotic bitch who prefers a gun over hello." He spoke his mind directly as he looked at her and wondered why the hell this happened, there was more zombies out here and he had to get to them. Not reaching for his shotgun he rolled his eyes and waited for this sick joke to be over. Nothing had prepared him for this, and he was not about to kill a human over any reason unless he was going to die at their hands.
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Post by morriganbaurent on Dec 8, 2010 15:10:14 GMT -5
words: three-hundred and fifty two
puppet: morrigan
victim: cly thorne
notes: sorry it took so long, my ability is running low >.<
-------------------------------------------- Looked to him with a devious, sadistic smile. Oh, desprate isn't even the word. I'll leave that to my insane brother. Now, you best telling me your name. I hate faceless profiles. she grunted twords him lightly as she pulled the guns safty, turning it off an getting in her postion ready to aim and fire should she have to. If his name didn't click anything in her head, then she'd just leave him alone. Her Headquarters was too screwed up, it was way to often that they gave her faceless profiles, and simply only told her there was someone she needed to bring in, dead or alive. There was no name, no face - just bring in or kill. An so far, this man seemed more too in tune with murdering zombies, over people like her. Unless he'd done something else stupid, then, well. She'd find out. Dead or Alive, i'm kinda liking dead. as she looked at the decpitated zombies, her face held a deep secret that was just dieing to repeat its self once more.
You seem to already know me quite well, psychotic, mn. Quite right, now. If i give you a hello and lower my gun will you tell me your name, hmm? she smiled stepping back gun pointed lower to the ground rather then at him. She'd work with him, get to know his game, perhaps tell him why she was here, with a gun placed to him. It only seemed proper before killing off someone that might not even be the one that she was after. Tucking a lock behind her ear, she looked up at him fully, no more hair blocking her looks, or her eyes from veiw, smile was held proud on her face as she waited simply to see what he'd do next, if he walked away, and leave, or if he tryed to press words out of her mouth.
This of course, hadn't been a joke. For she was far to serious about her job, that emotions and sick joke played not throught he mind.
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Post by clythorne on Dec 10, 2010 18:36:54 GMT -5
"Cly Thorne, and your really making it hard to do my job... I don't kill the living, and I've met zombies more impressive than you or your brother." Cly replied irritably and then flipped her the bird before he started to move on, he had an assignment to clean up this area and there was more around that he had to complete. However if this was a setup then he would not kill the people after him, he would just finish his sweep while giving them a run for the money. "It'd make a better impression if you show more skin, of and nobody likes an ugly woman who won't take no for an answer." He said as he lit up a cigarette and took a drink from a flask of whiskey, now to see how she responded if she had the right profile or she had him pegged wrong. Either way it wasn't the first time he'd been shot at by another person, usually they'd been pissed off by the fact he showed no manners and had seriously offended them.
"So what's your name, or can I call you mutt as your hair over your eyes reminds me of a dog I once knew. Dumb as a brick, and annoying too." He stopped and sat on a piece of rubble, blowing out some smoke as if he wasn't done with her. She'd probably been sent by someone he'd pissed off if anything from outside the military, maybe some woman he'd toyed with then walked away from or somebodies father who hated him. Cly had a knack for pissing people off, he was one of those elements of society nowadays who the only reason nobody had killed him yet was because of his ties to the southern military as well as being one of the best damn zombie hunters around. "Seriously who put you up to this, or did they lack the balls to even tell you..." He said from twelve feet away which was enough for buckshot to be useless against any target, he did carry slugs as well but they were not loaded. "Want a smoke, no tricks just a smoke.
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Post by morriganbaurent on Dec 11, 2010 22:39:33 GMT -5
words: four hundred and nineteen
puppet: morrigan
victim: clyde throne
notes: hope this is okay
--------------------------------- He thought he was so clever, coming up with all these quick witted comeback, when all they did was merely make her laugh inwardly to herself. Listening to him talking, telling her that he'd met zombies more impressive then her brother, unlikely, but who was she to speak on her brothers behalf, that psycho was else where, and obviously needed her not. She covered her mouth as she held back a smile to his next set of words. Your quite right, nobody likes an ugly women. Especially one that cant take no for an answer. Arent you lucky i'm not ugly she finished the statement that he had started, retorting back to him her thoughts. Kneeling down, she set her gun down, slipped off her trench coat, and slipped her hair back and out of her face. Of course the trench didn't reveal much but her arms. She refused to get any blood on her body as she killed those that she needed to kill. Circling around him in a wide space she smiled. She wasn't offended infact, she was quite the opposite. She was rather amused by his attempts to get rid of her.
Looked to him as he asked her name, yet asked her if he could call her mutt instead because of before she had moved the hair out of her eyes. No. You may not call me mutt, because im sure im much smarter then a dog. Morrigan, thats what you may only call me she stated. As she watched him. Stopping and sitting on a peice of rubble. It was probablly at this time that she had gotten annoyed with her job, how many a times had they sent her off after a nameless, and faceless profile this made her stand there looking at him. Lack of balls, but thats what you get from bounty hunter founders. They dont really want to pay you your cut, so as to if are who i am after, i wouldn't know shit she siad to him and let out a grunt. He was actually rather interesting, even though when she had first met him, he'd been rather irritating. She'd step closer to him, not much but she did, and looked down, if you swear there arent any trick afoot, then one would be peachy she replied and looked around. She'd been foolish to leave her gun on the ground with her jacket, she'd no idea what she was up against with him.
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Post by clythorne on Jan 11, 2011 17:00:36 GMT -5
Tossing her the pack he listened to her thoughts on the people who funded bounty hunters, they were worse than the military as at least the military paid him for his work reliably. Knowing her name now helped so he had a reference point to work with, still she was not his type and that was rare. ”Morrigan, I don't care much for being hunted. I'd rather kill the dead, and we both know that working for weak willed bootlickers gets you killed. Not my problem, but then if I am the mark or not then what the hell are they so pissed about.” This would clear up if he was the mark, if the action was something he would not do or he was not in the area at the time, then she had the wrong man. If he was in the area or it was in his personality, then he might actually see her validity in detaining him. He'd have to check his logs to see though, and his truck was sitting at the side of the street farther way than it was worth walking back to until his job was done.
”Why don't we let me finish my job, then we can talk this matter over a drink. May not be my type, but you've got balls of steel trying to come after me even if it is not me... Last person who tried lived, but became known as stumpy the one armed.” He was not going to deny her the chance to try and bring him in, though he would not let his job go unfinished as his work was what got him through. He'd crossed the military more than once but they kept him going with good work, if this funder was from the north then he'd never actually crossed the border so obviously he'd made waves there as well. ”Whatcha say, clean up this area, then hit the bar. If that brother of yours wants to come along, he'll have to pay for himself.” There was no witty remark here, just him trying to buy him time until he could verify, he would fight her to retain his freedom and he would not go with any bounty hunter who tried to apprehend him just because he'd insulted someone or slept with the wrong woman.
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