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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard.         Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4851 days Last activity: 4475 days |
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| Deep within the concrete jungle refered to by man as London, a man sat far above the rest of his kin, watching down with calmed eyes. He had reached the top of the Big Ben, and carefully scanned the city, trying to place an eye on his foe and the corresponding locations of the police. They posed no problem to him at this point in time. He turned around and unhooked his large, rather cumbersome case. From within the tightly packed foam came a large zipline turret. With care it was quickly set up, and the case was disposed of. The man made sure that no fingerprints or money could trace the zipline turret to him, and it made his ghostly method much more effective.
Aiming with the eye of a falcon, he launched up the cable and it flew far across the city skyline until it hit directly underneath the water tower of a high class hotel building. He pulled out his zipwire handle and attached it, launching himself down the line. With the breeze came an inner sense of peace with the world. The brisk chill of the winter wind cooled his senses and kept him reserved, which helped his cause. When not applying force, being overwarmed and hot disrupts the tranquil flow of the body. This man took every factor into account tonight, even the temperature. He had dressed for the occasion. He landed with grace by detaching his zip handle during desent and landing on the roof with a quick frontroll, continuing the momentum and putting no part of him in danger. Moving quickly, he ran to the service door and pulled out the key he had pilfered three days before. He opened the door and began his quiet yet rushed descent down the stairs. His body was sleek and thin, but all muscle. On his head his tufts of dark brown hair jostled with his steps. As he approached the 7th floor, his eyes opened slightly more than they had been before. The adrenaline came alive within him, and he would need it's gift for increased awareness coming up. He stepped into the 7th floor and walked towards the vacant room 743. He pulled out the 2nd key he had kept for a week, and unlocked the room. He knew he only had a few moments before the actual tenants in the room entered. He dashed to the side, opened the large slide window, shut it, and took his yang breath. Expel the negative energy... He sidled up against the wall and began slowly reaching the balcony of room of his target. The wealthy enterpriser had too many enemies in the underworld, as he openly moved for a business transaction that would significantly disrupt the illegal markets. He was looking to purchase the shipping firm Hiland Shipping Consolidated, which happened to be a major front for the drug and arms trade, whether or not the CEOS knew. Those in charge of the operations would suffer unless he was taken care of. And that is why they hired Dynasty. Dynasty positioned himself by using a harness so that he would wait comfterably underneath the balcony until James Hersh walked out. Moments passed, and Dynasty entered an unearthly calm by controlling his breathing. He was in a sleep-like state until he heard the door open. Dynasty's eyes flew open, and he slowly inched up onto the balcony. James was an aging man, and his senses had begun to dull. He did not notice Dynasty until it was too late. With one quick movement, Dynasty twirled around the man and hit him in the torso with an open hand, slightly bent closer to the wrist. James was filled with an instictual fear when his chest began running wild with a clenching pain. He grasped his chest and gasped for breath, but no breath came. He died of cardiac arrest quickly. Dynasty saw his hit had beeen a perfect success. Normally, it would've taken a lot more force to kill a man, but James was a weak, obese aging man. His heart could have sustained little turmoil. In a few moments he had exited the apartment building and began walking towards the subway. He took off his gloves and deposited them in a trash bin, and rolled up the sleeves of his thin silk-like shirt. He would collect his money in France and be on his way. As he entered the subway station, he turned on his sleek silver cellphone and saw an ominous sentence. "You have 1 unread message." No one had his number, as he blocked it every call. Obviously someone had gone to great lengths to contact him. With a grin he put the phone to his ear and listened. "Hello, Zhao Ziling. It appears we have need of someone of your skill. Interested? Call me back. It will be more than worth the effort." Dynasty's smile grew as he turned off the phone, put it away, and looked around at the disgruntled people in the subway around him. It seemed this contact intrigued him. That was rare. As the subway roared away from the station, he wondered what the job called for. Either way, it looks like the work was piling up.  My character for you. |
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Spartan Metal battleaxe Is back. Kind of. Since: 11-15-04 Since last post: 91 days Last activity: 80 days |
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| lol showoff...
Damn you and your writing skills |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1169 days Last activity: 1169 days |
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| It's up.
Just as a heads up. |
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Bitmap #1 Enhancement Shaman US Ravenholdt  Since: 09-05-04 From: His Laughin' Place Since last post: 4559 days Last activity: 4553 days |
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| Due to unfortunate events, I might not be able to post for awhile....
Give me 2 days. |
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Spartan Metal battleaxe Is back. Kind of. Since: 11-15-04 Since last post: 91 days Last activity: 80 days |
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| So am I the only one posting?
I know you guys are online...I see you there...and watch you post...*gets out Kneecap Breaking Staff* Bitchs Post |
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davidwalker4797 Newcomer Banned Since: 08-19-22 From: Texax Since last post: 425 days Last activity: 128 days |
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| This can take a while, and even if you follow all of the instructions you may not be able to recover your account.
www.aka.ms/linkphoneqr www.aka.ms/addpc www.aka.ms/addpc https: //account.live.com/acsr Microsoft.com/Redeem |
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