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Post by melissa on Nov 17, 2010 14:21:34 GMT -8
It was dark out. If there hadn't been any street lights I would not have been able to see the X that marked the spot. My eyes scanned the pizzeria as a smile came to my face. Mischa was always a humble girl so it wasn't surprising to see it being a small and "quite" place. I strode along the side walk studying every window and wondering which one would best fit my break in. It was obvious I couldn't enter through the front of the shop due to camera's and alarm systems. I would have to go through a fire escape and straight to the second floor. The weakness to a hitman as good as Mischa is that she would be too confident to be getting an alarm system to her own home.
I wasn't wearing all black cuz that would only attract attention. Though going through the back ally surly wouldn't do the opposite so I had to hurry and not be seen. After I had slipped into the darkness I would look up for any sign of a fire escape.
Lucky me I found one and it was near a water drain. Climbing up skillfully I made my way to the window.
"haha Oh Mischa..." I mumbled to myself once looking into her window and seeing the mounds of clothes and garbage scattering the lengths of her floor. Rolling my eyes I would pick that the door and unlock it and open it quietly. Before sneaking in I scanned the room to check to see if there was anything that would get in my way.
Barking. I panic when I look to see a husky growling at me. That was one massive dog and strangely I have never pegged Mischa as a dog person. Putting those thoughts aside I would quickly reach into my holster and pull out the tranquilizer. I came here to kill Mischa not to kill an innocent dog so I only wanted to put it asleep.
Quickly I slipped through the window and with silent feet I would approach the dog and pull the needle free before I had dragged hi to his dog bed to make it seem as if he were sleeping.
Now I hide and wait...
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Mischa Badoer
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Like a bullet; meant to be shot. You're a target, dead on the spot.
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Nov 17, 2010 15:39:35 GMT -8
Tired eyes stared at her dog as she entered her loft. She was tired and absolutely wiped from her second job... the real one. So she wasn't sure if her mind was playing tricks on her, but she didn't really get why Mr. Marvel didn't wake up and greet her at the door. Mischa found herself staring at her dog for a few minutes before she down her guns on the table and finally approached his bed and crouched. She ran her hand through his course fur before she realized he was in a too deep of a sleep to be normal. She would panic thinking nothing of her dog being dead as she lifted his head. She put her finger over his nostrils and found that he was breathing... but why wasn't he breathing?
Standing still she would stare at him and try to figure it out, but she was too tired and her thoughts were blurred especially with the panic of what happened to her dog. As she kept still she saw a strand of her own hair blow to the side as she felt a small breeze brush against her skin. She stood and and looked over to the direction the wind came from and low and behold there was her window wide open.
He was tranquilized.
Shivers were sent down her spine as she turned to run to the table to grab for the guns on her table to find the bastard who might still be in the house.
"Where are you!?"
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Post by melissa on Nov 17, 2010 15:49:01 GMT -8
I'm not going to lie but it was nice to see Mischa again. Hell she was better looking than I remembered and it was hard not to remember the good times I had with the girl. She was an important part of my life but I suppose something that is so good could be what is worse for you. I waited in the shadows and tried my best not to just put up my hands in surrender and apologize for tranquilizing an innocent an animal. When did I become such a softy? Guess I never had to fight a friend.
When she stood I saw the guns on the table. I knew it wouldn't be a good idea to let the girl get her hands on one of those so as soon as Mischa turned around to face the guns I was there and my fist would be sent in a right hook to keep her from the vital weapons. The one who should die was Mischa not me. So as I punch her it would most likely have her pushed back only slightly enough so I could plant my foot to her chest and give her a shove. It was more of a forceful push than a kick. I just needed her to loose balance and to gain more distance away from her guns on the table.
(OOC: Hopefully that was right..)
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Mischa Badoer
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[M:-147]
Like a bullet; meant to be shot. You're a target, dead on the spot.
Posts: 156
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Nov 17, 2010 16:32:56 GMT -8
(OOC: haha that was quick! and straight to the point XD But good... And by carrying on fighting you are agreeing to fight statless with me)
Mischa didn't get enough time to do anything because before she knew it someone had clocked her a good one right in the eye. She felt that foot being pushed to her chest to give her a really good shove. Now Mischa was sent tumbling back and she would try to catch herself on the counter..which she did... just clumsily.
She looked up and tried her best to see the person who had done this through her watering eye and the other tired one. It was an attractive girl and Mischa wasn't a player so it wasn't some girl she banged and ditched so she didn't know why she was getting attacked at the moment.. other than someone had chosen for her to be taken out.. which had most likely been it 'cause Mischa had killed quite a few important people in enemy gangs... so it was bound to happen... she just assumed she was better at keeping herself hidden low.
Mischa would stand herself up and hold her fists up in a boxing stance as she teetered back and forth on her legs now trying to get herself back into the zone in which she had just gotten out of for the prior assignment she had done only moments ago.
(OOC: I won't carry on fighting until I know you agree to fighting statless)
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Post by melissa on Nov 20, 2010 20:07:19 GMT -8
I watched as I was able to knock er from her feet all too easy. Now we both stood in our ready stance as my eyes never left her for one moment. Mischa has a lot more experience than I do so I need all the luck I can get. No one was moving for a moment before I started scanning the area with my peripherals. Sometimes one needed to use their environment in a battle especially if your opponent outmatches you. Sadly this was her environment so that only meant I was in her territory.
Finally I had found something that I could use to my advantage. On a counter near my there was a plate that was close and even somewhat over the edge of the counter. Quickly I would slam my fist down on it and flip it in the air. Once airborne I would kick my foot out and hit the plate hopefully directing it towards Mischa's head. If that didn't hit her then I would run towards her cuz the plate would have acted as a decoy while I closed in on her. As I got close enough my arm would be thrown into full swing and to the side of her jaw then followed by an uppercut with my left fist.
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