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✰ COLLIGOAN POD PEOPLE ¬ (colligonpcs) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-06-12 00:31:00

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WHO: Andrea Rojas and the Gentlemen
WHAT: Finally choosing their first victim.
WHEN: Middle of the night
WHERE: Room #307A (specifically: Andrea's bedroom)
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
NOTES: As per the rules of these threads, there will only be ten replies in total before the scene will be considered closed. Should the player whose character is being attacked wish to involve others in the scene, an additional five replies per character added will be allowed. There can be no more than three characters (not counting the Gentlemen) in the scene, however.

The curse of silence had been inflicted upon the city for several days now. Long enough for most people to become semi-accustomed to the lack of noise while at the same time being on edge due to the unnatural situation. Long enough, also, for the Gentlemen to narrow down their search and determine their first victim. They didn't know her name, nor did they care what it might be. All that mattered was the fact that her heart called to them, much like a siren song, and they were willing to do anything to have it.

Entering the apartment was easy. The lack of noise meant that no one heard when the lock was sliced completely in half and clattered to the floor. Nor was anyone privy to the sound of the door being opened and the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of the henchmen as they half-hopped, half-dragged themselves inside in front of their Masters.

The Gentlemen never touched the ground, nor the door, however. They simply glided inside with broad, lipless smiles upon their chalky white faces. Bypassing the room that contained the woman they weren't interested in, they headed directly to their would-be victim's door and stepped inside with zero resistance met.

The scalpel was removed from its casing and held loosely in long, bony fingers while the henchmen placed themselves in a systematic formation around the sleeping woman. With a nod from the Gentlemen, the creatures sprung into action and all but leapt upon Andrea's prone form. Claw-like fingers dug into her arms and legs as they did their best to hold her in place.

And with that same creepy smile, the Gentlemen that held the scalpel glided closer with every intention of cutting her still-beating heart from her chest.

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avengingwarrior
2009-06-12 12:00 am UTC (link)

She'd worked herself up into sleep. It'd been a long and trying process but she had managed it. It probably helped that despite being irritated about not being able to go out at night when she wanted, how she had become used to, she was in a good mood. The spar with Kara had helped a lot with that. She'd totally had given as good as she'd gotten, and it helped with dealing with the stress of being stuck, as well. The end result was looking pretty beaten up.

The story went that she the bad side of a tilting chair and the bathtub in the aprtment. She really the more obscure the story but also the more vague, people tended to buy it. Especially if you went, 'it's long and much too complicated, not to mention the chair won'. If someone managed to link it up with AoV's overeager thread for a spar, she didn't rightly care. Yep, her. She didn't care. Much. It was a situation of the good outweighing the potentially bad, and the highly annoying, of people learning her secret. And it was good.

She'd gotten in a lot of cooking done. Something she hadn't done in a long while. She forced herself to see the positive. All of that combined with the fact that she had nothing to do but stare at blank walls, ended up in making her sleepy. And sleepy, actually, for once led to sleep.

Well, at least until she felt something. It had been such a change of pace because she had been dreaming of the Sound of Music. Seriously. It was one of her favorite movies out there and while the hills were alive, the trees certainly didn't extend their branches and start sticking the twig-like hands into your arm. Hell, there weren't even trees on those hills.

Struggling it took Andrea a moment to fully wake up, what she saw caused her to freeze. Most people tended to stop for a full second before they started screaming their heads off when they were scared or panicked. Andrea just froze, even her heart would slow in it's beating as her mind momentarily, seemingly, blanked. While in truth it just began ticking off options. Only option in her mind was to fight. Some might think that she had a death wish, especially when she was the Angel of Vengeance, and maybe she had but dying? Clearly wasn't something she wanted at the moment as she shook-off what was digging into her legs with a mighty kick up, while at the same time, swinging with a punch.

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colligonpcs
2009-06-12 12:37 am UTC (link)

At first it appeared as if the freezing of the woman whose name the Gentlemen did not care to know was going to work to their advantage. To one who was unfamiliar with these beings, it might appear as if that twisted, lipless grin was being bared to the world in a gesture of triumph, pleased that things were working in their favor.

Unfortunately, this would not be an easy heart to take.

The Gentlemen who had started to lean over her with the scalpel hovered back as one henchmen flew in his direction while another two scrambled to get off the floor. They knew the consequences for not doing their masters' bidding and would sooner endure this woman's wrath than fail in the task they had been given.

Again, the henchmen leapt on the woman, grasping at limbs in an attempt to repin her to the bed and allow the Gentlemen to get back to work.

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avengingwarrior
2009-06-12 12:50 am UTC (link)

Really? Those freaky things standing over her with a scapel? Only gave her a renewed want to escape. And an added irritation for her lack of ability to speak, because she could have thought of a million and one good things to quip. To say, but she couldn't even move her hands to make rude hand gestures. Which just gave an added push, an edge. Because she liked snappy comments. And if you were going to have the nerve to take that away, at least let her have enough to to gesture, or glare really hard-since she liked that better.

She focused on the irritation and not the hurt of them clawing and trying to grab her flailing limbs. As she struggled, she managed to twist to the side and with the momentum send one of them flying again with the force of her leg, grabbing blindly, she managed to yank the cord of her lamp and send into one the ... face of the one on her other arm. She had meant to smash over it's head but hadn't worked so well. In a lopsided movement, she managed to sit up as she yanked at the cord and plant her foot firmly on the creature and push off. Before quickly scrambling to back on her bed, her back against the wall. Slowly she stood up, taking a quick assessment of the situation.

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colligonpcs
2009-06-12 01:09 am UTC (link)

The heart was still located inside the victim and the victim was no longer pinned to the bed. This simply would not do. With a jerk of his head, one of the Gentlemen made his orders clear and two henchmen leapt at the woman. Another was useless on the floor, half-dazed from the attack.

Although their servants were not doing their jobs at all, it seemed like, the Gentlemen holding the scalpel decided to take a chance and swiped outward with the razor-sharp blade in the hopes of slicing into at least some of the woman's soft flesh. If she were injured, she would be easier to be subdued, was his simple logic.

Unfortunately, the initial swipe was nothing but air and a second attempt managed to catch one of the henchmen in the shoulder. The creature scampered to the side with a silent yelp that rang within the Gentlemen's mind, but the demon was determined to get what he'd come for. Gliding closer, his feet still a foot or so off the ground, his smile seemed to grow ever wider as he jabbed outward with the scalpel once more.

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avengingwarrior
2009-06-12 01:27 am UTC (link)

When two of them, the Lackeys as she'd taken to calling them since fugly creatures took more thought process, Andrea managed to duck one and smirk in satisfaction as its head collided with the wall, the other managed to take hold of her, claws piercing her shoulder. Even as one of the creepy Gentlemen attempted to cut her into pieces. Or at least stab holes into her. She; however, managed to grapple the creature off, with no little pain to her shoulder, and send it into scapel. Letting out an unheard huff of air, when thing scurried off.

Andrea quirked a brow at all of them. Perhaps it was a bit challenging than it should have been but, if they thought they were going to mess with her. They had another think coming. Like hell she was going to let any of them cut her open.

Plan was to jump once and leap, overhead, to the desk on the other side. Superstrength came handy like that but plan met a slight detour, because when she was ready to jump it made with the stab. Not getting her in the heart, thankfully but just under her rib cage. The process of the jumping making the wound greater than it should have been, and instead of landing perfectly on the desk, her leg lost footing and she fell on her back.

Andrea scrambled as quickly as she could to her feet, her hand going to her side, before shakily, she held her hand out and saw the blood there. Her mind flashed to another night, where she'd been stabbed. But that time it had been the heart. She would have stayed directly in memory lane if it wasn't for one of the henchmen attempting to hold onto her.

Enraged she threw it against the wall with what should have been a resounding thud.

If she didn't get out of the apartment and soon, she was so very much dead. But Andrea didn't want to leave, she didn't want to leave in case they went after Lois.

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colligonpcs
2009-06-12 07:43 pm UTC (link)

Having the scalpel seized from them wasn't an issue as a second Gentlemen, who had previously been hovering in the back, drew out a gleaming, fresh one from the pocket of it's suit, gliding forward towards the woman to resume seeing to the task at hand. This Gentlemen was a bit more successful than the last, managing to wound the woman in the chest, though not quite in the area of preference. Lucky for it, she fell back and gave the henchmen another opportunity to pin her down.

The Gentlemen hovered close, blood-tipped scalpel in hand as he grinned that eternal toothless grin, edging closer and closer--

But, the woman had, once more, tossed the henchmen aside. Wordlessly, they all scrambled up and rushed her.

If she wanted to go down with a fight, that was doable. As long as the Gentlemen got what they wanted in the end.

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avengingwarrior
2009-06-12 08:38 pm UTC (link)

She was bleeding. A lot. And she had scratches all over her. Probably some holes too. Damned clawed fingers, if she hadn't gotten herself stabbed she'd be much more eager at the idea of breaking hands. As it was, she was trying to think of away not end up dead. The only way out was out the window. Which was some feet away. And even if it had been right behind her. What was she going to do? Jump out of it? Any other evening, any other time, she could have done it. Gotten it away with it as gracefully as people said cats did, not that she'd ever seen it. Or attempted throwing a cat out a window. Personally, always imagined that the cat would go splat, like she was sure that she-in the current condition she was in-would. Splat. But seriously, in all honesty,, she would rather go splat than have anything sharp go through her ever again. Besides, Andrea highly doubted these ... things would leave her for dead the way those gangsters who had assassinated her mother had. No, these gentlemen would definitely kill her dead.

When they lunged at her, she made it seem as if she would do nothing but back away slowly, before both hands shot out and she shoved her desk onto at least two of them. However, there were still more and they were closing in on her. So they came and she punched, they weren't the most intelligent and it seemed that they would do anything to catch her, to be the ones to please the Gentlemen, so that made them scramble onto of one another. So she used that to her advantage.

It didn't help that they kept getting back up and there was only one of her, and she was bleeding. With a solid punch into the chest of one of them, she sent it flying back into two others. At this rate she would have found herself passing out pretty soon. If not for the fact as they attempted to rush her, she moved and shifted, manuevering herself towards the window.

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colligonpcs
2009-06-14 09:49 pm UTC (link)

If the Gentlemen were aware that their prey was attempting to get to the window, they didn't acknowledge it. Truth was they wouldn't have cared all that much where she was going in the room. They were focused solely on getting the scalpel into her chest and removing her heart. Provided the henchmen managed to do their jobs instead of messing up as they'd been doing.

A jerk of one of the Gentlemen's heads and two more henchmen leapt at Andrea with the intent of grabbing ahold of her arms. He didn't wait to see if they'd managed but instead glided toward her at the same time with the scalpel extended. He could smell her blood, and knew that one or two more well-placed slices would likely stop her fighting and make this task a much easier (albeit a bit more bloody than usual) one.

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avengingwarrior
2009-06-14 10:53 pm UTC (link)

Andrea always slept with the window open. Well, almost always. Though weather had a lot to do with it, it didn't exactly hinder her doing so. It had a lot do do with the fresh air and the freedom. It wasn't that she was clausterphobic. Far from it. You dodn't grow up where she had and how she had, clausterphobic and expect to survive very long, for many reasons. It mostly that she liked the night, like being out. Liked sticking her head out and seeing the clouds, the moon, and maybe even the stars.

Things weren't going to plan tonight. So it shouldn't be much of a surprise that when she seemlessly lifted herself up to the windowsill they decided to rush her again, with one of the Gentleman gliding forward. There was a pipe next to her window. Okay, there hadn't been much of a plan other than get out, hope you don't go splat and hope they don't go after Lois. But as simple as that plan was, nowhere had there been room for rushing in it.

It happened quickly, they rushed her, the Gentleman, jabbed forward. Not really going as deeply as last but they managed to get a slice just below her collar bone-precise, persistant fuckers-and all of it just caused her to go backwards.

Out the window. Which normally would have meant insta-death, but instead completely gave Andrea a respect and appreciation for who the hell ever was growing stuff on the rooftop of the building. Whatever it was, she grabbed onto it. And more slid down, pushing off the building when the thing ended and falling with a stumbled thump.

"Ow." She groaned. Broke something. Had she broken something? No. She knew what broken felt like, and she hadn't. Besides she'd jumped off from higher. Sure, not injured as bad as she was but still higher. She wanted to rest but she managed to struggle up when she saw the henchmen coming after her.

Andrea cursed long and low in Spanish. She was tired and bleeding. She didn't know how long she'd be able to outrun them. But she started to. As she ran, she very easily ripped off a piece of her shirt and pressed it on the wound in her lower-chest area. The other one could wait. Hopefully she would manage to ditch them.

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