| only at first did it have its' appeal // now you can't tell the false from the real |
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Post by rene alderic on May 11, 2015 8:38:23 GMT
 | can't win a game
against the Ace of spades
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crooked chimney stacks and peeling rooftops stood in dark relief against the moonlit skies above traverse down. only a few windows glowed with yellow lights in the run-down section of the third district, hazy beams fanning out in the oily air.
crouched on the steep slope of a slate-shingled roof, rene blended in perfectly with the shadows. looking down over the rat-run of alleyways strung with old clothes lines and gathering trash in the corners, the boy kept a keen eye out for his target. There was a courtyard directly below. His cozy vantage point gave him a hawks' eye view of the deserted yard and all three streets feeding into it.
any minute now.
glancing over his shoulder, rene checked the position of his comrade. justynn was right where he should be, as always.
any minute now.
they had already gone over the plan before setting out for the ambush site. rene strikes first. justynn takes the target out from behind. well. that was the plan. if the criminal was refined enough to show up on time. just when rene was rubbing his forefinger and thumb together from impatience, a bulky shadow moved into the unlit courtyard from the alley.
silently, rene jumped from the rooftop ledge and landed in front of the criminal. "weston!," he said in a light voice, "what a pleasant surprise..." without any hesitation, the man called weston - broad-shouldered, thick-limbed man with a stubble on his bulldog jaw - pulled out a metal bar and swung at rene's head. dodging without much effort, rene launched himself into the fight, waiting for justynn...
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Post by JUSTYNN THYME on May 12, 2015 1:53:06 GMT
 | MAN, NOT SUPERHUMAN
SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THE HATE |
JUST A STEP FROM THE EDGE The stake out was a nice change of pace. He was so busy during the day between tinkering with things, following Rene around, and training, he hardly ever had any time to just simply relax. Oh he knew that Rene was probably fidgeting by now simply because he had nothing better to do, but despite the tension of the situation Tye was very relaxed. Not a tension in his body. This was the life he was born into. The life of Crime. Whether it be working with it or against it, this was where he was supposed to be and he felt at home here. There really was nothing for him to be stressed about. For a second he noticed Rene glance at him to make sure he was in position. The big oaf knew he would be, but he simply let Rene have his moments of discomfort as they waited. Rene hated waiting, wasn't in his genetic code. Even his mother had been a rather energetic character, although her energy had been generated quite differently then her son's. They were there for about a half an hour before the target finally showed up, several seconds after his due date. Rene moved first, as planned, hoping down from the cover of the roof and blocking the pathway of the man they were after. When he spoke his words were heavily laden with sarcasm. Tye raised an eyebrow and shook his head slowly, that man was crazy, but that was exactly why he was Tye's best friend. Weston responded with force, pulling out a large metal bar and swinging it at Rene's head. While Tye was not worried one bit in the possibility that Rene would get seriously hurt by the idiot, he was sure that Rene would be looking forward to a good fight with his best friend by his side. Tye, in turn, would certainly agree if that was the case. Besides. They had already decided on the plan. It was always followed through. Even if unnecessary and unless needed to be changed. So Tye launched himself from the top of the roof down onto the ground behind Weston, pulled out his long metal bo-staff and swung it as hard as he could at the man's back SMACK! Came the noise just as it hit Weston. JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE WORLD WE LIVE. | MADE BY KAIZU OF GS & TWF |
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Post by rene alderic on May 12, 2015 2:51:12 GMT
| can't win a game
against the Ace of spades
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rene's mouth widened into a smile. Eyes glinting, he landed a solid punch on weston's jaw as the thug jolted forward from the force of justynn's blow. Crack.
this was more his speed. rene had patience enough to wait... and wait... and wait. For as long as necessary, like a spider in its' web. Patience was a tool of his trade. But by the time all of that waiting was done, he was likely driving justynn mad with all of his fidgiting.
Weston swung the bar in an arc, aiming for Rene's side. Quick as thinking, he launched himself into the air, pulling his feet up to dodge the blow, striking Weston with his heels.
The fight didn't last long. Rene and Justynn finished it off quickly and quietly: within a few minutes, Weston lay face-down on in the dust, out cold with his hands tied. Kneeling by the thugs' bulky silhouette, Rene searched his pockets. "Hmm. He wouldn't have come here without it... Ha."
Something rustled as Rene held up a little brown-paper packet. "Hidden pockets. Not bad. But nothing special. Well, Ranger, I think we're done here."
Rising, the vigilante slipped one hand into his coat. Flicked his wrist. A single playing card fluttered down onto the ground, next to the criminal's head.
"If you want to leave your mark, that might be a good spot for it." Rene pointed at a little notch in a wall where a brick was missing. "After that, we'd better move. Who knows what the owner of this packet is thinking... I'll be taking the heat for this oaf's tardiness."
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