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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 14, 2012 20:15:13 GMT -8
Lucien stopped, and took a long drink of water.
What lay before him had once been a school, and from what he had heard, a very interesting school. Though he had been looking forward to this, somehow when he gazed upon the wreckage, he felt... Unimpressed. And slightly preoccupied.
For one, the building wasn't at all symmetrical, and it probably wasn't before it got destroyed. Secondly, the air around the grounds seemed heavy, as if it had substantial weight in his lungs.
Thirdly, it was very dirty. Hand sanitizer. Left jean pocket. Having propped his staff on his shoulder temporarily, Lucien fumbled for a few seconds before emerging with a small bottle of sanitizer, popped the cap and emptied a fair amount into his left palm. After pocketing the bottle, he placed his right index finger into the center of his left palm, soaking his finger in the fluid. He then spiraled his finger around the palm, small circles at first, then larger, until his entire left palm was covered. Satisfied, he clapped his hands together, and rubbed them until they were dry.
"Clean. Ah." He said, a little louder than intended. Maybe the air projected the sound well in this place.
He gathered his staff, ensuring it, too, was clean, and continued walking towards the ruins of PHS 259.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 15, 2012 20:38:33 GMT -8
{OOC} Deja vu or what? {OOC}
"Bucket ta Fenris."
"Go ahead Bucket."
"I got eyes on t'eh little one. He out of 'is damn head! More worried about 'is hands t'en t'eh fact he in t'eh heart o' Barker town."
"Which is why we are here. You ready?"
"Aye. Tis right here is gonna get heavy bruddah."
"I know, I know. Just remember how we practised."
"Just don't get stuck out t'ere Fenris."
"Less worry about me my Trini brother man and more worry about getting this shot right. Fenris out."
The giant Dark skinned man would sigh as he clenched the wheel of the black van one more time. Bucket had never been this deep in Barker territory before and it was setting his teeth on edge.
Looking over his shoulder at the other occupants of the van, Bucket fought the mounting nerves down as he gave them a nod.
"Aight bruddah's an sistahs, You 'eard t'eh man! All 'old on tight now an don't miss. Not gonna stop for no second play."
Far along the half wrecked block, high above in the guts of a ruined building stood a shadow leaning against a balcony doorframe. Marcus gritted his teeth, remembering the last time he was here, which happened to be the first time he was here. Which also unfortunatly happened to be the first time he met the man himself.
Sean fuckmothering Barker.
He was hoping to god lightining wouldnt strike twice. That was why they only had one shot at this.
As the young man finished wiping his hands clean and continued on his little deathmarch towards the school, Marcus watched with arms (and Fingers) crossed as the Black Van containing Bucket and a few chosen others suddenly flared up it's headlights and with a roar, began screaming towards the lad, tires screeching as it twisted into a power slide and came to a stop a mere five feet away. The black side panel door would slide open, revealing nothing but total blackness inside as a pair of burly hands would reach out, grab the lad and pull him roughtly inside, the Sliding door slamming shut behind him.
Almost as if he was swallowed whole.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 16, 2012 12:31:02 GMT -8
Lucien stopped.
He noticed the only vehicle on the block, at rest, suddenly turn on its lights and flare its engine.
He noticed the ruins in front of him, and for a second he thought he saw a shadow standing on a broken balcony.
He noticed the ground beneath him, slightly rumbling from the approaching vehicle.
And he noticed his left shoe was untied.
"Fuck!" He shouted. At that very moment, a very large pair of hands grabbed at him, lifting him without much effort, and there was little Lucien could do to stop being pulled into the dark van.
The door closed, and he felt the van start to move again. It was dark. He couldn't make out who his kidnappers were, but he didn't care about any of that for the moment.
"Before you rape and kill me, please just let me tie my shoe!!"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 17, 2012 2:39:33 GMT -8
"Aight bruddah's an sistahs, You 'eard t'eh man! All 'old on tight now an don't miss. Not gonna stop for no second play."
"Roger that."
The van sped quickly through the streets towards the weird, wiry looking guy with the stick. Why he was out wandering Barker territory was damn near unfathomable, and Delilah intended to find out. The van would come to a screeching halt, Nick hauling the door open. It would be Talon's strong hands that pulled the stick-wielding man into the van.
"Search him."
As the van began to drive South and West of their current position, Talon with his giant man hands and Nick with his nimble bony fingers would tear the stick away from their captive target's grasp and begin patting him down firmly. They could see just fine in the van, but then again, they had time for their eyes to adjust.
"Before you rape and kill me, please just let me tie my shoe!!"
LOLWHUT?
Everyone in the van stared in bewilderment at the frail looking young man, Nick and Talon exchanging a glance before resuming their pat down of their new sex slave...prisoner, for want of a better term.
>.>
"You can tie your shoe after you tell us your name. And what you were doing neck deep in Barker territory."
Meanwhile, Nick and Talon would continue searching, their attitude towards the young man being dependent on what they would find in the reaches of his many holes pockets.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 17, 2012 21:02:03 GMT -8
OOC: Bolding Delilah's red text to differentiate.
"You can tie your shoe after you tell us your name. And what you were doing neck deep in Barker territory."
A woman talking to him, and two men searching him.
Shoe.
"Lucien. My name's Lucien. Sean Barker killed my parents. I need to know why." He frantically grabbed his shoelaces and smoothed them out 3 times before making a very careful right-over-left knot and bow that was absolutely symmetrical.
His stomach growled. Very loudly.
Satisfied, he sat back up and serious'd realized the reality of the situation. His eyes adjusted slowly, but now he could make out silhouettes of his captors. At least four men, and they have my weapon.. Lucien thought. Dammit, why did I give them my name?
"Who are you? Why did you kidnap me?" Lucien tried to focus on their faces. He thought he saw the woman who was talking, she looked very confused, and slightly annoyed. This, he was used to.
"And what do you plan to do to me?" He asked. His vision was almost completely restored now, and if anyone were to make a sudden movement towards him, he would be ready to counter with a swift thumb strike to a pressure point in the neck, about an inch to the left from center.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 18, 2012 0:00:05 GMT -8
{OOC} If you're EVER curious as to how the Trinidadian accent sounds like......
^ Right there {OOC}
Marcus detached himself from the shadows and began to move deeper into the building as Bucket peeled out and sped off into the night. Climbing to the rooftops, he began to run parallel to the van, waiting for the exact moment where Bucket was supposed to slow down just long enough for Marcus to leap off the building and land atop of the Van, steady himself and then sit atop of it crossed legged before giving the drivers side window a reassuring tap.
Which he did flawlessly, so let us move on!
"Lucien. My name's Lucien. Sean Barker killed my parents. I need to know why."
Bucket suddenly began to laugh, a sound that was very reminicent of two cinderblocks being grided together. Just...very MUSICAL cinderblocks. Putting a finger to his ear, he began to nod his head as Marcus relayed instructions through his earpiece.
"Aye, I'll tell 'em. Fenris says It's cause The Man Himself is a muderous fuckwit an' probably did it for shits an' giggles. It a harsh world out t'ere kiddo. End quote."
He spoke in his deep sing songy manner, eyes on the road as he navigated through the uneven rubble strewn streets, causing the van to buck and shudder. Bucket couldn't risk having his lights on, so all he had for illumination was the trash can bonfires that sporadicaly lined the streets.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 18, 2012 18:38:44 GMT -8
After hearing a strong thunk from the roof of the van, Lucien heard the thick-accented driver laugh. He seemed to have his hand to his ear... A radio earpiece?
"Aye, I'll tell 'em. Fenris says It's cause The Man Himself is a muderous fuckwit an' probably did it for shits an' giggles. It a harsh world out t'ere kiddo. End quote."
Lucien pondered for a moment. "I'm guessing by 'The Man Himself' you're talking about Mr. Barker. If so, I can't believe that. No one dies because it's a harsh world."
His mind wandered momentarily to his parents. His dad, with his strong hands and soft smile. His mom, who always had the best of intentions. Gone. Why? Because one man could? It made him sick thinking about it, so he stopped.
Something else was bothering him, though. And not in the usual way. "Who are you, anyway? And more importantly, do you work for Mr. Barker?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 18, 2012 20:12:32 GMT -8
The tell-tale thump overhead as they sped through the streets elicited a curious upward glance from Talon and Nick before they resumed their work searching the lad whose name was Lucien. Delilah would simply watch him with an aloof expression as the van jostled and pitched.
"He's clean."
Nick and Talon would sit down on the bench-like seat that was all the back of the van had to offer. Gruffly, the rather large, violent looking Irishman would gesture towards one of the seats opposite him, just to the left of where Lucien currently stood.
"Aye, I'll tell 'em. Fenris says It's cause The Man Himself is a muderous fuckwit an' probably did it for shits an' giggles. It a harsh world out t'ere kiddo. End quote."
"I'm guessing by 'The Man Himself' you're talking about Mr. Barker. If so, I can't believe that. No one dies because it's a harsh world."
Delilah's eyebrows tweaked upwards a little as he said this, her eyes narrowing slightly. Not out of annoyance or anger or anything...just in surprise. She was suddenly hit with an intense feeling of deja vu at his words, at the faraway look in his eyes. Without even knowing it, her heart went out to him.
"Who are you, anyway? And more importantly, do you work for Mr. Barker?"
There would be a slight pause before Talon and Nick burst into laughter at the very notion that they were Barker lackeys! OH, THE HILARITY OF IT ALL.
Delilah's lips tweaked upwards in a slight smile before it vanished as an idea came to her. She leaned forward in her seat, suddenly very curious. "And what if we do?"
The laughter quickly evaporated, similar to a pin being removed from a record player. Her two Tengu stared hard at the dark haired woman with too many scars, and then looked back at Lucien.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 18, 2012 21:12:37 GMT -8
"And what if we do?"
The woman leaned forward. Lucien noticed that she was around his age, and her expression, up until now, told him that she was quite curious about him.
Now her expression was cold, and calculating. Lucien found himself on the bitter end of that stare. Almost like this woman was..
"You don't work for Mr. Barker." His eyes widened into a curious stare, as he tilted his head slightly. "The thing about you trying to read me, is that I can read you, too. And if you did work for him, you would have definitely killed me by now."
His focus switched to a few particles of dust on his knee. He flicked them back into the air with a quick flick of his hand. And then, panicking, he blew the airborne particulates away from himself while fumbling for both his water bottle and his hand sanitizer.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 18, 2012 22:00:27 GMT -8
"I'm guessing by 'The Man Himself' you're talking about Mr. Barker. If so, I can't believe that. No one dies because it's a harsh world."
Suddenly Bucket would jerk as if stung before almost slapping the button on his radio. If one listened carefully, they could hear a muffled and garbled voice growl bitterly above them.
"EASY t'ere bruddah easy! Gear back, take a step an chill bruddah man, T'eh bai did't mean it like t'at. 'e just......I dun t'ink......Well y-"
Bucket would try a few more times to Placate the man sitting on the roof of the van, but Marcus wouldn't have it. Finaly the big Trini would just sigh and shake his head.
"Oh Y'got 'im all burning up in t'eh head now bai."
He would mutter quietly to himself as he took a turn down a side street, passed a tenament block that had expanded out into a shanty town and taken over most of the road. People wearing rags with thier heads covered jumped to thier feet as he rounded the corner, grabbing loved ones and leaping out of the way as Bucket gingerly wound a path around them.
"You don't work for Mr. Barker. The thing about you trying to read me, is that I can read you, too. And if you did work for him, you would have definitely killed me by now."
"No! Y'can talk t'im when y'calm down Bruddah. T'is place's makin y'squirelly an-"
THUMP THUMPITTYTHUMPTHUMP THUMP
The pounding above was frantic but controlled. More like a signal or code than an expression of frustration to the trained ear. Bucket suddenly cursed violently before yanking hard on the wheel, pulling the Van into a small Dark nook and shutting off the engine Just as a large dark shape could be seen dropping from atop of the roof and hitting the ground smoothly before getting up and dissapearing amongst the Scrap metal shanty town they were now hiding within.
Whirling around in his seat, Bucket would turn to the others with a finger to his lips and speak in a whisper.
"Aight Bai's and Gurls. Keep it whispah quiet now until Fenris gives t'eh go ahead."
It was dark and quiet outside. Not a sound could be heard, not even the chirping of crickets as the van sat there in the dark. Eventualy a cone of light would flood the area from the other end of the street as a column of Trucks carrying Barker troops began to slowly roll by mere feet away.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 18, 2012 22:14:44 GMT -8
Lucien smiled slightly while everything was going on. And there sure was a lot.
The van racing and swerving haphazardly through the little tent town.
The driver with the thick accent yelling at someone through his earpiece.
The muffled gruff voice from the roof.
The dust particles in the air.
The woman's black hair waving with the rock of the van.
The feeling of slightly-below-room-temperature water sliding down his throat.
The blackout windows--
THUMP THUMPITTYTHUMPTHUMP THUMP
Luc visibly jumped.
The van lurched to a stop, and he saw a shadow jump from the roof. The driver turned around, and Lucien saw the dark-skinned man's face for the first time. He's seen two faces without names now..
"Aight Bai's and Gurls. Keep it whispah quiet now until Fenris gives t'eh go ahead."
He didn't know why, but he felt as if following orders was best, since none of his so-called captors were duct taping his mouth or obscuring his vision or orientation in his journey. He nodded as he saw military vehicles pass by ahead of him.
But damn, he had questions.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 18, 2012 22:33:46 GMT -8
"Unless we were taking you to him," Delilah's lips twitched at the corners again as she studied Lucien, sitting back against the seat. Sharp, this one.
And then he flailed at the dust, fumbling for his sanitizer. Kind of killed the moment. From the noises coming from the man on the roof, she could tell Marcus was less than impressed; she herself was still on the fence about this young man. But she knew someone would like him.
He always liked the fidgety ones.
"We're leaving Barker territory. Once we're out of here, we can try to answer your questions. But not until we're safe."
THUMP THUMPITTYTHUMPTHUMP THUMP
Delilah looked sharply up at the roof and then at Bucket, her eyebrows drawing together, the only sign of concern on her face as her expression went hard. She braced herself as the Trini man pulled into an alley, cutting the engine. Talon and Nick both ducked beneath the windows, faces set in determination, ready for combat.
She heard and sensed Marcus sprinting into the darkness. Leaning forward off her seat slightly, she put a hand to the tanto knife on her belt.
"Not a sound." she whispered.
The trucks drove past and Delilah's keen blue eyes followed. She could not prevent the sneer of hatred that curled her lips, the black fury that emanated from her as she seethed quietly.
But she had orders. And priorities.
They would wait until Marcus came back or gave them the signal, the raven haired mechanic not so much as twitching a muscle from her current position.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 18, 2012 23:20:36 GMT -8
Eventualy the convoy would pass by, all save for one which would stop in the middle of the shanty crusted street with a screech of it's brakes and disgorge it's compliment of soldiers who then began to break up into small three man squads, cordoned off either sides of the street and began moving in a search pattern up and down it while others ripped into the small shanty town towards the tenament house proper. All of them wore body armor and were armed with Batons and small flashlights.
After an agonizing few minutes, light would flood into the little nook, causing Bucket to growl low, which thanks to his gravelly deep voice sounded almost inhuman. Instinctively he would reach over and rest a hand on the sledgehammer that sat on the passenger seat beside him. From inside the van the gang could hear a muffled grunt of surprise as three sillouettes could be seen from the back, creeping closer and closer as the light danced around them.
The gang would have mabey a minute or three before the Small squad would reach the sides of the Van and attempt to shine the flashlights through the dark tinted windows.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 18, 2012 23:34:59 GMT -8
(OOC: TENSIONTENSIONTENSION)
Lucien stayed silent, under apparent threat of large knife strapped to the woman's hip. He watched from his seat, the last vehicle in the convoy stopping and soldiers pouring out. As the driver began to... growl, he grew nervous, and slightly worried. He needed his safety net. Where was it? He scanned the van. There!
He motioned to the strange man who had taken his staff to pass it to him. As the soldiers approached, he could hear some muffled talking, which made his pantomime all the more fervent, even though he was still trying to not make any large or sudden movements. The threats out there, in his mind, were second to the threats in here.
If his staff was passed to him stealthily, he would grasp it, take two seconds to breathe, and inspect it for damage. He would then ready himself for an almost inevitable battle. But, who is on my side? And what side am I on? He thought. If he had to fight alone, this was going to be one hell of a ride.
He would look at anyone, trying to make eye contact with someone. He was looking for a sign in their eyes, a signal, something that told him he wasn't alone.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 19, 2012 0:48:48 GMT -8
Talon would pass the spear back to Lucien as he hunkered down by the door he had pulled Lucien through only a few minutes prior. Nick was plastered against the wall towards the end of the van, his narrow frame blending with the jaggedness of the shadows.
Delilah's eyes flicked over Lucien's for a moment before facing forward again, nodding in assurance. Then they moved to Talon's, his hazel eyes searching hers for a moment. She flicked her gaze down to the handle of the side door, then back to his. He put his hand against the handle, looking back at her. She gave him the briefest of nods.
She turned then, pointing at Lucien, then a circular motion around the van. The message would be clear. You. With us.
Bucket would know what to do. Marcus had taught his men well.
The men with flashlights were approaching the door. Her heart was thudding lightly against her rib cage. She could feel the blood pulsing through her veins. Her blades were thirsty. Their hunger radiated through her, making her ready, able.
She raised a hand, holding up three fingers, making sure she was being watched by all in the van.
She put one finger down.
Soft, muffled voices could be heard from outside the van.
A second finger fell, leaving one standing. Her free hand drifted down to the bowie knife at her belt. Talon gripped the door with both hands, his jaw set.
The lights were brighter now. In a matter of seconds, the patrol would be peering into the van.
The final finger vanished into her fist and Talon flung the door open, catching it before it could bang against the paneling on the side and cause noise. Delilah launched herself out the door and at the first patrolman. He hardly had time to utter a gargled scream as her bowie knife plunged into his throat. She left it there, drawing her second knife as the next patrolman started to register she was even there. She turned and gave him a rough kick to the stomach. As he hunched forward, winded and unable to scream, she stepped forward on his centre line, pressing the blade in and forward across the left side of his neck, gashing the jugular. She nimbly jumped away to avoid the spray of blood.
Talon and Nick had lept through the door by this time and were motioning silently to Lucien. Talon rounded on the third man just as Delilah made quick work of the second. He wrapped his burly arms around the man's neck and promptly started to choke him out, neat, professional. The man's ruddy face was calm, almost businesslike as the man fought for air. The struggle didn't last long.
All this would take about six seconds. Quietly, Nick would shut the door of the van and give it a tap, indicating it was safe for Bucket to move out.
Pulling her knife out of the first man's neck, Delilah flicked the blood from her blades. She made two quick gestures and Talon started running, quite softly for a man his size, out of the nook and into the street, sticking to the shadows. Nick would tap Lucien on the arm, indicating he should follow. Delilah would bring up the rear, sharp blue eyes forward, determined.
Lord only knew what awaited them around that next bend...
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