Luke Lawliet (thousandcases) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-07-14 02:36:00 |
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Current music: | Tom Petty- "It's Good To Be King" |
Entry tags: | clark kent |
It's Good To Be King, If Just For Awhile [Finished]
Who: L Lawliet and Clark Kent
What: The event changes have not been kind to L. The socially awkward genius has become an abrasive, sadistic flipside of his normal self, a high-profile Mafia boss instead of a reclusive detective. He's hiding, trolling the Network, and demanding answers for questions he's not quite sure how to pose while he claims to have young hostages and a gun. In fact, he only has a gun... and a building wired with explosives that can level it in seconds.
Where: The upstairs of an old factory in town.
When: This evening, late.
Warnings: Please! If you decide to sic your character on L, keep in mind that he's not himself; he has a gun, explosives, and a lot of active aggression. Most of the characters in this game could take him on easily in a hand-to-hand fight, and I don't mind if someone sees how pathetic he looks in person and still thinks he needs to get his ass kicked. However, could you please contact me on AIM so we can work out the bare-bones structure of the damage our characters will take from each other so no one feels butthurt, whether it's a lot or none? My sn is tinmaiden.
It was dark, drafty, and cold in the upstairs wing of the old factory. There was a heavy, industrial, dangerous smell, something like burning metal. Wires had been cut, fuel had been poured, timers had been set. L was good with his hands and better with his brain. He didn't want to be taken alive, and he didn't want to go out with a whimper. This guaranteed a good-sized "bang" if he so desired it.
There were no children. L had decided that it would be more trouble than it was worth to take hostages, and that simply saying he had them and describing what he'd do to them was likely to get the same result. People got worried. People got desperate, people got in the mood to spill things. And right now, the paranoid, destructive, dark-minded young man wasn't willing to risk anything he didn't have to.
He listened for anything out of the ordinary, sounds that weren't the sleeping factory's nighttime stirrings. He was a good shot, and it was likely that even in the dark, he could at least wound an intruder.