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Post by Tig on Sept 9, 2009 0:21:05 GMT -5
Anya found that amusing, and shook her head. "That's definitely something I would not do, I never leave anyone behind."
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Post by citizenmike on Sept 9, 2009 0:36:57 GMT -5
Johnny leaned against the pale wall of the hospital and said, "Good to know, Anya. Good to know. You hear about that explosion a few weeks back?".
Veronica approached Bruce and said, "Sooner or later, you're going to have to talk to someone.".
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Sept 9, 2009 0:41:31 GMT -5
"And that someone ain't any of you freaks here." Trying to read the map, but like a new york subway train map it's impossible to navigate. Cursing under my breath I decide to try talk to Veronica. "Ok, say all this jesus preaching crap is true, where does that leave us? I mean why the hell am I here?"
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Post by Tig on Sept 9, 2009 0:43:10 GMT -5
Anya tilted her head when he mentioned the explosion. "Yeah, I heard about it."
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Post by citizenmike on Sept 9, 2009 0:47:36 GMT -5
Veronica replied, "That all depends on you, really. The thing about Animus is that it draws on people, beings, and just about anyone who has sinned or left things unfinished. For some this is where they justify themselves. For others," Veronica shrugged. "For others like me, we're just here to keep the place in order."
Veronica placed her hand over Bruce's shoulder and said, "Please, let me aid you.".
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Johnny crossed his arms and said, "How about you, me, and maybe Arqus check the bomb site out? There's gotta be something there."
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Sept 9, 2009 0:51:05 GMT -5
Bruce looked down at the hand Veronica had laid down on his shoulder, he couldn't help but think of Isabella, the love he lost for trying to do the right thing, Bruce started to feel a lump in his throat and the slightest sign that his left eye was starting to water. He looked up into Veronica's eyes and taking her hand off and holding it in both of his big, muscular hands he whispers to her "Ok, but don't let anyone else know about this little conversation ok?"
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Post by citizenmike on Sept 9, 2009 1:09:36 GMT -5
Veronica nodded at him and said, "It's a promise."
Veronica looked around and said, "There's a chapel upstairs, perhaps we can talk there. Maybe I can help you.".
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Sept 9, 2009 1:16:25 GMT -5
"Alright then I'm still a little objective to the meaning of this place as you put it though so bear with me, all I'm doing now is giving you a chance to try convince me" Bruce followed Veronica up the stairs, up to the chapel all the while Bruce was thinking about Isabella and how much of his life he realized depended on her, she was his purity and without her he had a hard time going on with his life. There were times when he had thought suicide so he could be with the her once again but the thought would be pushed aside when he would pick up a new job and take out his anger on the unfortunate hunted by Bruce.
The two came out from the stairwell into a chapel area, Bruce saw a table with some chairs around so he pulled one up and sat himself down offering Veronica one and motioning to it with his eyes "Sit down, and we'll talk about how you can 'help' me.." Bruce had to grin at what Veronica had said to him earlier and how ridiculous it sounded, nevertheless he was going to give her a chance to say her piece.
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Post by citizenmike on Sept 9, 2009 1:20:33 GMT -5
Veronica sat across from Bruce and took a pack of cigarette's from her blazer, stuck a stick between her lips, lit it and took a drag before offering the pack to Bruce.
"I've already told you everything you needed to know about this city, now I have to hear about you, who you are, what you did, and where you came from. You can tell me anything and I promise I won't judge you."
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Sept 9, 2009 1:35:59 GMT -5
Bruce took a cigarette from Veronica and lit it up taking a long drag, then breathing it out and leaning back. "Where to begin?" Taking another drag then holding it in my mouth "I figure you don't wanna know my life story just the buisness and more important details to my life eh?" Bruce was thinking about his, and Isabella's song, Perfect day by Lou Reed. Everyday was a perfect day. "Right, well I come from Pelham in America, you know where that is don't you darling?" Bruce smirked, "I guess I've always had a taste for the nastier things in life eh? And as it would happen I managed to come into the buisness of, 'taking care of people' when I got a bit older and.."
Looking around and flicking the ashes off, bluffing that I was going to have to hit a sensitive point soon enough so I decided to just say it and try tough it out. Taking another smoke and talking through the smoke "Well, I had to pay a big price to get in let's just say.. Anyway so it wasn't this first set of work that got me around right? I eventually turned on the Boss that had hired me and it was then my real work started to come in. You see, I believe everyone has a profession and mine, well I make sure that people learn their lesson and never make it again." Tapping off the ashes again, "I was on the latest job, was going to teach this one bastard a lesson, you see he was a wife beater unfortunately his wife was related to a made man in a mob so I was off after him and rented out a motel, was gonna get him in the morning you see? But when I woke up I was here instead, I'm not too happy I wasn't able to get that guy, if there's one thing I hate it's men who beat up on women to make themselves feel big.."
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Post by citizenmike on Sept 9, 2009 1:58:38 GMT -5
"Two questions: First, what led you to want to be a hired gun? You say that you've always had a taste for the nastier things in life, but why? And second, what happened in this last job, with the wife beater?", Veronica asked. as she took a drag from her cigarette.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Sept 9, 2009 2:04:04 GMT -5
"I didn't actually have a plan to become one, I was 'persuaded' into it. Why I've had a taste you say? I don't know I guess it makes me feel a little like god, being able to choose whether something lives or dies, it's all in my hands. The job never really got get off the ground all I ever find out is who it is I'm after and where to find 'em maybe a little about thier habits aswell but like I said I was in the motel, went to sleep and then when I woke up I was in this city. Nowhere near my target or the city and for all I know in a different country. My best guess is that the guy knew people aswell and had me 'moved' out of their I don't know why they didn't kill me though cause they'll never get another chance like that I can tell you." Smiling at Veronica holding the cigarette between my lips, leaning back and rocking on my chair my gaze drifting to the roof.
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Post by citizenmike on Sept 9, 2009 2:24:27 GMT -5
Veronica listened to Bruce. In between his sentences and drags off her cigarette, Veronica wondered what had become of him. Had he died and somehow been brought to Animus, just as herself, and what did he do to bring him here. With Johnny and herself, it was plenty clear on what their missions were. "Bruce, tell me about your personal life. Was there anyone you loved? Did you do anything you might have regretted?".
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Post by maliciousmatt on Sept 9, 2009 2:26:46 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho appeared above the new guy. Mr. Psycho was smiling his sharpest. “So we have a sinner at it’s finest” Mr. Psycho laughs hysterically. He then shot a look at Veronica. “You ignored me before, very rude!” He shook his finger at her then giggled. Mr. Psycho towered over both of them, his beady pupils looking around the whole room, a if he didn’t even know how he got there.
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Post by childofthehunt on Sept 9, 2009 2:29:54 GMT -5
"How about you, me, and maybe Arqus check the bomb site out? There's gotta be something there."
"Sounds good to me." Arqus replied, looking at everyone.
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