everett barton | TRICKSHOT (trickshoted) wrote in braveandthebold, @ 2013-05-25 20:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot: hell on earth, character: trickshot |
WHO: Everett ( narrative )
WHEN: 05/24
WHERE: New York City, NY
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Everett learns he has both a love/hate relationship when it comes to shoe shopping.
He never missed a target.
Everett prided himself on the fact that he never missed a target and hadn't since he began his training in Ireland when he was just a young boy. He could kill a man with a paperclip and recite Dante perfectly. He was a trained government assassin after all. There were certain things people expected him to be. However, having a keen eye for fashion was not a requirement. His handler's would figure out what he was to wear on a mission, if a cover was needed. If not, Everett did just fine wearing regs and not thinking twice about it. Even now, you could tell that this wasn't a man who prided himself in what he wore. Whatever clothes he had were sufficient enough that he didn't want for not. Brand names didn't matter to him nor did style. He, obviously, wouldn't be caught wearing anything bright, loud, or pink but those were the only limitations he had and that was purely based on the fact that men didn't wear shit like that. Everett felt as though he was completely out of his element for this mission and there was no power in the universe that would come to save him.
He swallowed thickly, palms sweating, pulse elevated. There had been a collection of women who had moved passed him. Some stopping to look at the offending objects before them, some corralling their spawn in the next aisle, the sale's clerk had passed him five times asking if the needed assistance. Everett Barton did not ask help! That was just something that would never simply happen. He ran his palms along his legs and took in a deep breath as he picked up the pair of heels, inspecting them quietly. When he inspected them, he pictured how they would make Bela appear taller than she truly was. He could see her striding along with them, complimenting her legs. The future outfits she would wear with them. Everett could picture how she would move with them, the extension of her body and the way she could fly with them. Everett's brow furrowed before lifting it closer to his face. He could imagine sliding his hands down her legs before slipping them off slowly, allowing the shoes to drift to the floor. Gone but not forgotten because Bela would reach down and grab them slipping them on as she leaned against the door frame, giving him one final look before she disappeared until the hour she would call him again.
"Goddammit," he growled under his breath as he ran his hand down his face. This was shoe shopping, not a fragrance commercial. He had nearly forgotten he was in public until he looked to the side and the sale's clerk was there once again with a chipper looking expression on his face. He knew the question, he'd heard the question multiple times today. "I'm good. Just...go find some woman to badger." He waved her off. Everett was nothing if not self-sacrificing. This was half the reason why he did his shopping online if shopping was required of him. No people. No interaction. No one asking every five minutes if he needed help finding what he was looking for. It was a minefield of passive-aggressive customer service representatives that would force a smile from the coils of their bellies just to get someone to move on. Their 'smartphones' and bitching about customers they'd had to deal with during the course of the day were waiting, beckoning for them to make a sale so they could have the store to themselves. Everett had been there for six hours already. The anxiety for the sale's clerk was already setting in. She had gone far too long without sending a text message about being stuck at work. Everett could really care less about Becky's social calls she had to attend to. He was fine with being ignored until the time he had to make a purchase. If he was going to make a purchase, as it seemed this was what was shaping up to be.
There was an annoyed sigh from 'Becky' as he carefully put the heels back into the box, setting them on their place on the shelf. It really wasn't the only annoyed sigh, however. Everett's own mirrored hers as he took a seat on bench. Eyes skimming collection of highly priced shoes, seeing if he had missed something, anything, that had cried out the name 'Bela' from where it sat on the shelves. Even if he knew there hadn't been. Everett didn't miss a fucking target even if the target was finding a fucking shoe. His pulse sped up even more as he lifted his foot up on the ball of his foot, shaking his leg. It was more of a nervous tick then anything right at the moment. If he could have just at least settled on maybe some jewelry or a weapon of some sort. He idly thought of, perhaps, a dress but that would be another five hours lost to a store and a new sale's clerk to continuously harass him to see if he needed help looking for anything. Another hour passed.
Becky, it seemed, had given up. She had done her rounds of routinely asking wayward shoppers if they needed help looking for anything before circling back to her haven behind the counter. Completely skipping over stopping at the, now ragged looking man who had all but made his home in the heels section of the shoe store. It was a quiet relief for both individuals. Becky would shuffle customers on with a smile before returning to her social life beyond the screen of her phone. Everett was silent, believing he was going to die of a heart attack before this entire experiment was over. The mutual(silent) understanding the two had where they didn't bother each other ended quickly and with a short, stuttered scream from Becky. What followed was mayhem. People outside the store were running, some scattered, some finding shelter in other businesses. Becky had rushed to the front with the pair of keys jingling in her hand as she raced to lock the door. Her first mistake in Everett's eyes. A glass store front does not an impenetrable fortress make. Her focus was on her shaky hands, on locking the door that she didn't see what was careening towards the store. Everett acted, moving quickly as he grabbed the petite girl and spun the both of them out of the way as the creature broke through the glass, stumbling forward into the store and pausing for a moment as it shook off the impact as Everett pulled Becky behind the counter.
"I'm gonna die," the girl was crying, sobbing hysterically as she clung to Everett's jacket before he pushed his hand on her mouth. "...shut up, okay?" His tone was hushed. The screaming happening outside helped mute his words of "comfort" as he pushed her under the counter with the universal sign of 'stay the fuck here' and a scowl to match. His pulse began to steady, obviously the situation with the heels was more stressful then the demon in the shoe store. He flexed his hands for a brief moment before looking to the side. Either way it went, if he was stealthy it ran the risk of the girl being hurt. Everett didn't really have much of a choice but jump over the counter, feet first as he propelled himself to kick the demon in the face and knocking it back before he got to his feet and started running towards the back of the store and taking note of what he had on his person. A ball-point pen, his tie, and his cellphone. He cursed inwardly before he was knocked forward, slamming face first into the ground with a loud smack. He quickly deduced with the weight on top of him that the demon had tackled him to the ground as he felt it lift him up into the air before slamming him back down. Everett stifled a scream of pain as it repeated the motion once again, keeping him on the ground for a brief moment before he kicked his legs out twisting them around the demon's and using his weight to pull it to the ground before crawling on top of it.
Everett really didn't know what else to do but punch it...in what he thought was it's face. His body ached even at the movement before the demon moved to try to gain the upper hand. Everett didn't really wait, flipping off of it he grabbed the nearest thing to him and driving the heel of a pair of shoes he had contemplated hours before, shoving it into it's eye socket. The second following suit before he jumped to his feet, trying to get a decent space between them both before eyeing his own escape route. The creature screaming behind him as it pulled one of the shoes off it's face, the bloody mess of it's eye following after. Everett's lip curled as he watched it struggle to gain it's footing. "Ew." It was the most he could think of at this point in time before demon started running in the direction of him, of it's own exit before he grabbed another pair of heels and rammed it right in the demon's head; twisting it with an ugly sound before allowing it to the fall to the side and he stood over it. Chest falling quickly as he caught his breath before pushing the heel of his boot against it as he pulled the remaining shoe out of it's eye socket and stepped over the demon, walking over to the counter and nearly slumping against it as the sale's clerk peeked out from behind it.
"You wouldn't happen to have a pair of these in black, would you?" The smile on his face was nothing less of malicious, teeth stained a tinge of pink as the girl's eyes widened as he set the pair of bloody heels on the counter. "L-Lemme...go check the back." Becky moved to turn before collapsing a couple steps towards the door, Everett's breath puffing as he peeked over the side of the counter and shrugging to himself.