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Bellum Letale Tempus (bellum_tempus) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-06-25 09:39:00

Entry tags:

plot: delta, plot: tempus

Who: Group Delta
What: A Massacre With Dancing!
Where: The Hotel
When: Feb. 14, 1929, Evening
Warnings: TBA
Notes: This post will be done party post style. See this post for more details!

All was quiet on the North Side on St. Valentine's Day. A party was set up in a hotel ballroom on the North Side of town, red paper hearts attached to the walls and a banner declaring "Happy St. Valentine's Day!" hung from the buffet table by hotel workers. People exchanged cards in the street and put their cards in the mail, gathering at friends' houses for parties and meeting lovers everywhere from board rooms to back alleys. This was a day for lovers, not for bloodshed.

Well. At least for now.

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arcere
2010-06-25 06:29 pm UTC (link)

It had been so simple. Wait until dark. Get an invisible man into the shop. Let him do his work. Wait for him to get out, hand over the money, and hand him the clothes. It was supposed to be straightforward. They were supposed to be there for only a couple minutes before moving on to the next.

Why, then, did fate hate him so much? What exactly was it that he'd done to warrant glancing over and seeing the cops coming straight for him and the broken-into store after Archer handed him the money? Even in his culturally ignorant mind, he knew what it looked like when there was an open store that should have been closed and someone standing outside with a handful of cash. For the second time that day, they both had the luck of fleeing from the Chicago police, though Aiden knew he was going to be the only one to suffer if they got caught.

The two of them came bursting through the hotel doors and flew to a clattering, breathless halt in a small alcove just around the corner from the entrance. Aiden collapsed and tried to catch his breath, glaring aimlessly around in an attempt to fix Archer with it to demonstrate just how amazingly pleased he was with the situation.

"You couldn't have made it any less obvious?" he growled as he dropped the man's clothes, feeling his heart pounding in his chest and ignoring Van Helsing's endless chiding about the cost of committing crimes.

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sneakingaround
2010-06-25 06:37 pm UTC (link)

As pissed off as Aiden was, Archer believed that he had the rawer deal out of the two of them. Actually, no. He could have stayed behind, or abandoned him, or just gone off and robbed a clothing store instead and left him to rot in prison. But no. Archer ran with him, barefoot and naked through the snow in Chicago. Everything in his body was on fire, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to collapse or explode by the time they reached the hotel.

Once inside the alcove, Archer fell to the ground, invisible save for the coating of snow over his feet. He shuddered violently, each shiver audible as he curled around himself, unable to move temporarily. As Aiden growled at him, he snatched his clothing, pulling on his pants and fading visible once more. His face was gaunt, bright red, and streaming with sweat. As he buttoned up his pants and reached for his shirt, his nearly translucent skin was roasted with the red glow of rushing blood. Nearly every one of his ribs was visible, expanding and contracting rapidly while his heart thudded in his chest.

"Don't lecture me on obvious!" he snarled, pulling on his shirt and buttoning it up impatiently. "An invisible man is not. Obvious!" Huffing, he pulled on his socks and shoes, ignoring the absolutely excruciating pain in his feet as he stood, winding his tie around his neck and glaring at Aiden. "If you had moved faster, they wouldn't have noticed. You were standing there like a buffoon with the money in your fucking hand!" Archer never swore. This was huge.

In his mind, Griffin was just as angry, though not at Aiden. "He's right, boy. You were hesitant, you waited too long. You didn't own the store as I told you to, and look what happened."

He snarled, slapping himself upside the head in anger. "Shut. Up."

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arcere
2010-06-25 06:52 pm UTC (link)

"No? Leaving footprints right up to where I was? Not closing the door fully? Not locking it behind you?" Aiden didn't even know if half of what he was talking about was true or not, but in his anger his mind provided all sorts of excuses to be furious at the biologist who was almost the cause for yet another bout of incarceration. "Shoving the money in my hand like it was filthy? Why did it even take you so long in there? It's not rocket science! Open the register, grab, run!"

Aiden kicked the snow off his shoes and ran a hand over his face, feeling the stubble under his fingers with a scowl. Still hadn't shaved, still wearing the same clothes ... if there were any police around here, he was screwed beyond belief. And speaking of - where were they? Archer had dragged them to a hotel and while it didn't look bad, it did look like something was going on. He peered out from around the alcove corner. There were a lot of decorations. A Valentine's day party? Huh.

"Looks like something's going on. Maybe we can mingle and get out the back way." Because going out the front? Never successful. At least, it hadn't been so far. "Think you can keep from causing a mess long enough for us to get out of here?" He smirked when Archer hit himself in the skull, knowing that the voice in there must be just as disappointed and angry as he was.

Such needless antagonism, Van Helsing sighed, which Aiden countered with a swift thought of he completely deserves it.

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sneakingaround
2010-06-25 07:01 pm UTC (link)

As Aiden picked at him about how long he had spent in the shop, Archer snarled, face twisted with rage. "I was being careful, exactly what you should have been doing instead of lurking about like a goddamned serial killer!" Glaring, he took a few steps towards the mouth of the alcove, feeling pain shoot up from his feet into his legs. His toes were still frigid, and moving them was excruciating.

"It was your own fault for being careless," Griffin said coldly. Everything in his voice was disappointment and disdain. "You didn't watch. You should have been looking for police and expecting them to target him." It seemed that Griffin had taken Aiden's side, if only to lecture Archer.

As Aiden peered out into the hotel, Archer ran his hands over his face, trying to calm down. His body was loaded on adrenaline and fueled by both pain and rage. He didn't know if he wanted to collapse or punch something until every bone in his body shattered. Aiden's snide comment made him glare viciously. "I don't know, Aiden," he replied icily. "Do you think that you can avoid looking like a blatant criminal long enough for us to escape?"