Desperate Times Call for Deadly Measures - Group Trial
Oct 25, 2014 7:05:20 GMT
Caitlin Cockfoster, Stephen Leland, and 1 more like this
Post by Jasper "Anders" Pickett on Oct 25, 2014 7:05:20 GMT
Thank you! I couldn't double post, it would kill me more than failing the trial, and speaking of my trial...ON TO THE KILLING!
Within a few short minutes of silent roof-hopping, Jasper learned that the suited man, all though a drug-smuggler and smut-mongerer, was not a lair. He peered over the high stone parapets and observed the person that inhabited the ally below. It was a young man and his back was turned towards Jasper; he wore a black vest with a hood pulled over his head that blended in with the shadows that concealed him. The only indication of his existence was the glowing tip of a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. Jasper removed the photo from his jacket moving slowly so there was no way of him drawing any unwanted attention. He read over his target's features and from what he could tell this was the man he was looking for, but there was only one way to make sure. A wicked smile grew on Jasper's face and he began to whistle the oh-so-familiar tune.
The last note hit the man's ears and he looked up to see...nothing. Jasper had been ducked low enough so that he knee-high wall in front of him had hid him completely. His target, now confirmed to be the "Candyman," shrugged and turned back away. Jasper took a few moments to formulate a plan. The alley was made of three buildings - the one Jasper waited on, one in front of him, and one to his left. The alleyway led to a dead end crowded with four or five trash cans. Darkness filled the entire area like water in a pool. After he finished his thought, he nodded to himself and began his move.
Jasper travelled over to the leftward building and, using his armored claw, slid down the wall, leaving five long, jagged scars in bricks. The wall screeched as the gauntlet dragged down the stone. Fortunately, he had managed to land behind the cans, partially hiding him, and not on top of them; unfortunately, his target turned instantly and withdrew a knife from his back pocket.
" 'hose there?" he called; his accent, or lack of, made it clear that he was not from the slums and this was most likely an attempt to emulate what he thought sounded right.
Jasper remained silent, not moving a muscle, until his target began to walk towards his position. When the dealer halted just two yards away from the cans, Jasper decided to take a risk. He tensed his legs and leaped to the wall to his right. His prey recoiled as Jasper, who seemed to him like some kind of wraith, flew through the air and landed behind him.
The drug-dealer turned again, "I swear I'll kill ya!" he shouted a bit more loudly than last time yet his voice was shaking now.
Jasper noticed the sudden change in the man's behavior and took advantage of it immediately. He dragged the metal claw across the brick wall and laughed. It began as light, low giggle and gradually grew into something similar to the laugh of a child who had just heard a joke - happy and sweet and filled with pleasure - and it was those things that made it so horrific. With a deliberate sluggishness, he crept out into the center of the alley; to his target’s dismay, he swiveled his neck from left to right like a predator studying its prey. As he crawled out from the darkness, he began to stand and the shadows stuck to his lower body like finely vintaged wine. Jasper stared at him for a moment, eyes sparking with mischievousness. He parted his lips and spoke one, deceit-laced word: "Run." (Deceit I)
The dealer obeyed Jasper's suggestion without hesitation. Being out here, all alone, in the darkness, was scary enough but Jasper's hypnotic push send him spiraling down into the gaping mouth of terror. He turned blindly and attempted to sprint away, completely forgetting the wall and trash cans that stood in his way. He dashed head-first into the wall and bounced off, crashing down hard on the ground, his knife went spiraling off somewhere into the darkness.
As the Candyman laid there, dazed from his head-on collision with the wall, Jasper had made his way over to him and stood over the dealer's crumpled form. In one fell swoop, Jasper kneeled above his target, raised his naked left claw, and brought it down forcefully, cutting through the man neck like a blade and severing his carotid artery. The blue-haired assassin stood there for a few seconds processing what he had just done. When he finally realized it - that he had killed a man - a sense of achievement filled him and his face matched the expression of the mask he wore.
Within a few short minutes of silent roof-hopping, Jasper learned that the suited man, all though a drug-smuggler and smut-mongerer, was not a lair. He peered over the high stone parapets and observed the person that inhabited the ally below. It was a young man and his back was turned towards Jasper; he wore a black vest with a hood pulled over his head that blended in with the shadows that concealed him. The only indication of his existence was the glowing tip of a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. Jasper removed the photo from his jacket moving slowly so there was no way of him drawing any unwanted attention. He read over his target's features and from what he could tell this was the man he was looking for, but there was only one way to make sure. A wicked smile grew on Jasper's face and he began to whistle the oh-so-familiar tune.
The last note hit the man's ears and he looked up to see...nothing. Jasper had been ducked low enough so that he knee-high wall in front of him had hid him completely. His target, now confirmed to be the "Candyman," shrugged and turned back away. Jasper took a few moments to formulate a plan. The alley was made of three buildings - the one Jasper waited on, one in front of him, and one to his left. The alleyway led to a dead end crowded with four or five trash cans. Darkness filled the entire area like water in a pool. After he finished his thought, he nodded to himself and began his move.
Jasper travelled over to the leftward building and, using his armored claw, slid down the wall, leaving five long, jagged scars in bricks. The wall screeched as the gauntlet dragged down the stone. Fortunately, he had managed to land behind the cans, partially hiding him, and not on top of them; unfortunately, his target turned instantly and withdrew a knife from his back pocket.
" 'hose there?" he called; his accent, or lack of, made it clear that he was not from the slums and this was most likely an attempt to emulate what he thought sounded right.
Jasper remained silent, not moving a muscle, until his target began to walk towards his position. When the dealer halted just two yards away from the cans, Jasper decided to take a risk. He tensed his legs and leaped to the wall to his right. His prey recoiled as Jasper, who seemed to him like some kind of wraith, flew through the air and landed behind him.
The drug-dealer turned again, "I swear I'll kill ya!" he shouted a bit more loudly than last time yet his voice was shaking now.
Jasper noticed the sudden change in the man's behavior and took advantage of it immediately. He dragged the metal claw across the brick wall and laughed. It began as light, low giggle and gradually grew into something similar to the laugh of a child who had just heard a joke - happy and sweet and filled with pleasure - and it was those things that made it so horrific. With a deliberate sluggishness, he crept out into the center of the alley; to his target’s dismay, he swiveled his neck from left to right like a predator studying its prey. As he crawled out from the darkness, he began to stand and the shadows stuck to his lower body like finely vintaged wine. Jasper stared at him for a moment, eyes sparking with mischievousness. He parted his lips and spoke one, deceit-laced word: "Run." (Deceit I)
The dealer obeyed Jasper's suggestion without hesitation. Being out here, all alone, in the darkness, was scary enough but Jasper's hypnotic push send him spiraling down into the gaping mouth of terror. He turned blindly and attempted to sprint away, completely forgetting the wall and trash cans that stood in his way. He dashed head-first into the wall and bounced off, crashing down hard on the ground, his knife went spiraling off somewhere into the darkness.
As the Candyman laid there, dazed from his head-on collision with the wall, Jasper had made his way over to him and stood over the dealer's crumpled form. In one fell swoop, Jasper kneeled above his target, raised his naked left claw, and brought it down forcefully, cutting through the man neck like a blade and severing his carotid artery. The blue-haired assassin stood there for a few seconds processing what he had just done. When he finally realized it - that he had killed a man - a sense of achievement filled him and his face matched the expression of the mask he wore.