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Tweak says, "SPLADAOW!"

✰ COLLIGOAN POD PEOPLE ¬ (colligonpcs) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-06-16 21:57:00

Entry tags:

!@event, !closed, damien thorn

WHO: The Gentlemen and Charlie McGee, Damien Thorn, Violet Baudelaire
WHAT: Going after their next three victims.
WHEN: the middle of the night
WHERE: the respective apartments and rooms of the three victims
RATING: TBD, but expect violence
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. Each victim will have their own separate thread within this post.

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Their first attempt had been unsuccessful, but that was of little concern to them. There were plenty of people in this city to choose from, so many who were suited to fit their needs and tonight they'd located three new targets, three new plump, beating hearts to sustain them. To those who were familiar with the Gentlemen, the method they chose to use tonight might be considered somewhat unconventional, but these floating specters were not of the same variety that terrorized the wordless nights of a town that once housed the gateway to hell.

Tonight, the Gentlemen split up.

Three hearts. Three apartments. Three goals.

Tonight, they would succeed.

The doors unlocked and the footmen scurried in, the Gentlemen floating in after them. With no sound to warn them of their presences as they approached, the poor, unsuspecting victims would awaken to the most frightening of sights as the henchmen leapt onto the mattresses and grabbed hold of limbs.

Three to take, four more to find.

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	CHARLIE MCGEE. colligonpcs 2009-06-16 10:07 pm UTC (link)
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justbackoff
2009-06-16 10:18 pm UTC (link)

Typically, Charlie didn't sleep much. Usually she was plagued with nightmares and found it nearly impossible to fall back asleep once she'd woken, screaming and fighting for her very life. The silence that had descended upon the city didn't help matters much, either. It was too quiet, and left her alone with her thoughts. That was not always a good thing.

Yet for some reason, she had actually fallen asleep fairly easily this time. Maybe it was because she'd worked herself into a state of exhaustion at the local gym where she'd recently become a member. Or maybe it was because the meditation had managed to finally calm her errant thoughts as it was meant to do. Whatever the reason, she fell asleep quickly and had stayed asleep.

That is, until she was woken by the feeling of hands upon her arms and legs.

Hazel eyes flew open at the sensation and her head snapped up from her pillow as far as her neck would allow. Years of living on her own and running from the government made her quick to access a situation and even quicker to react. Fortunately for her, this was no exception and within a few mere seconds of having been woken she was well aware of two very important things.

One, whatever was attacking her was not human. And two, they were definitely intending to cause her harm.

That, really, was all the motivation she needed to spring into action. The thought of screaming for help didn't even cross her mind - not that it would have mattered since she couldn't make a sound anyway. She simply went rigid, narrowed her eyes, then unleashed the inferno that was always barely contained and surging within her.

Flames shot outward in different directions, engulfing one of the henchmen instantly and climbing like molten hot snakes up the arms of the others who were attempting to hold her still. As soon as she was free from their grasp, Charlie was off the bed and on her feet. And she was pissed.

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colligonpcs
2009-06-17 08:24 pm UTC (link)

Silent shrieks sounded from the henchmen as they flailed about, batting their straightjacket-covered arms against their chests in an attempt to put out the flames. One was successful, the others finally hit the ground and began to thrash about. The final one - the one who had been engulfed - was dead before he hit the ground.

The solitary Gentleman weren't to be thwarted, however, and with an angry jerk of his head the now-injured henchmen fell back as four more leapt forward and once again began clinging to the girl in an attempt to hold her still. The scalpel was once again brandished and the Gentleman thrust his arm outward, slicing through tender skin and nightshirt in search of his target: her heart.

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justbackoff
2009-06-17 10:35 pm UTC (link)

Had she been capable of making sound, Charlie would have yelped at the pain that blossomed in her chest as the scalpel slid between two ribs, just below her breast. As it was she thrashed violently and a fresh wave of fire rushed from thin air, slamming into the lackeys and sending them hurtling against the walls. One crashed through her bedroom window, presumably to the street below.

Charlie hated that she was robbed of the chance to hear the satisfactory thud his body made as it hit the pavement.

Once again free, the blond stumbled away from the Gentleman and clutched a hand to her injury. The wound felt shallow, fortunately, even if the feel of her own warm blood spilling out onto her palm made her somewhat queasy. Ignoring the sensation for the time being, she narrowed her eyes at her attacker and sent a fireball directly at him.

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	DAMIEN THORN. colligonpcs 2009-06-16 10:07 pm UTC (link)
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sonofajackal
2009-06-17 10:54 am UTC (link)

Damien was sleeping quite nicely... though he always was a bit of a light sleeper. Probably one of the perks of being part jackal. He was having such a nice dream. But then something interrupted that. Which was not very nice. His eyes open as he felt hands on him. On his limbs, on his arms, and on his legs. He usually didn't mind too much if people grabbed at him aggressively. But he somehow had the idea that it wasn't the sort of thing they had in mind for him. What a shame.

He spoke a curse at them, but no sound came forth. Little did they know that this was a bad idea.. and were actually contributing to their own demise by making physical contact. He focused as he felt them holding on to him. Then they backed off, holding their wrists and hands in pain. As though they felt their bones grow weaker, while another flailed as though he were on fire, even though there were no flames. Another man was clutching at his chest, feeling his heart rate beating much faster than normal..

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colligonpcs
2009-06-17 08:23 pm UTC (link)

The lone Gentleman paid no attention to the lackeys or their unseen, yet very much felt, pain. Instead he merely jerked his head and four more of the straightjacket-wearing goons leapt forward and began clawing at Damien's arms and legs in an attempt to hold him still.

With the scalpel gleaming in the moonlight that shone through the window, the Gentleman leaned closer and grinned an eerie, lipless grin at the young man. His heart was calling to him, much like a siren song, and he was not to be denied.

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sonofajackal
2009-06-22 06:08 pm UTC (link)

Damien cried out, but once again there was no sound. He really did not like being handled in such a way. He also wasn't fond of the idea of being helpless under a knife. He may be speechless, but he was far from weak. The antichrist also had a feeling this wasn't over.

As the demon approached him and got closer.. Damien looked up. Staring intently at the huge crystal chandelier. The piece holding it shook, the piece of the ceiling above it starting to crack. And in no time, the huge object crashed down on the creature, pinning him to the floor, some of it broken glass. He wasn't sure how long before it got back up, so he had to act fast.

He turned his head to glare at one of them that held on to him, could see him due to the moonlight shining in the window next to them. It was still a bit dim.. but he could see eyes. And after a moment, the man looked empty. Or on drugs. The man mouthed the words, "I love you," let him go and jumped through the window, shattering glass and falling down to the pavement. Damien smirked at that.. perfect. It would make his landing a bit softer.

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	VIOLET BAUDELAIRE. colligonpcs 2009-06-16 10:08 pm UTC (link)
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science_violet
2009-06-17 10:50 am UTC (link)

Violet had been awake when the Gentlemen invaded, being at work on a new project since she needed to stay busy. So when they grabbed her from behind the younger girl fought back, memories of Count Olaf tearing through her. She grabbed her work in progress flare gun and fired, sending several lackeys into the wall and hopefully acting as an alarm for the person in the other room. Grabbing two other works in progress Violet was flying on a mix of pure rage (due to flashbacks of Count Olaf) and fear, both working in her favor as she sent lackeys flying and the flare gun killing more than a few.

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colligonpcs
2009-06-17 08:22 pm UTC (link)

Seemingly oblivious to his goons being decimated by the innocuous looking girl, the Gentleman continued moving toward Violet from the side. He was here for her heart and he was not going to be denied. Especially not after the last attempt a few nights before had failed.

The scalpel in his hand gleamed ominously, his grin growing as yet more lackeys poured into the bedroom and charged at the girl. There were far more of them, than of him or her, and he just knew that the sheer number alone would guarantee him a success, even against someone who was so well armed and clearly irritated.

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science_violet
2009-06-17 08:28 pm UTC (link)

Violet kept firing flares at the Gentlemen along with the goons, grabbing more weapons as she went. Fighting Olaf all these years had come in handy since she was flying on sheer rage at this point. She sent a makeshift throwing star flying but this version had a very Violet twist, more points to cause more damage. She knew she would be covered in bruises but she was going to win this fight. Even as one goon sent her into a wall Violet kept fighting, reloading flares into the gun as she kept firing. That was when a shot sent the scalpel out the window.

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