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Post by elizabeth sirena hughes on Jul 2, 2012 19:44:06 GMT -6
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[/b][/i][/color][/font][/size][/ul] ' ' Liz ran into the dining room with the fire extinguisher as quickly as she could. She held the nozzle forward and let it rip at the giant flames emanating from the wooden table. It may have taken most of the can but she was able to successfully put it out. She coughed a couple times from the mixture of fumes in the room before looking over at kale who seemed to have a look of glee on his face. His protective goggles still in his hair. Liz looked at the brit with death in her eyes before he finally turned his head and looked at her with a guilty grin. "Oh come on Liz, did you see them? Purple flames, you like purple right?" He said excitedly pointing to the scorched ceiling and table. Liz rolled her eyes and groaned, "Not even going to respond to that." She responded, speaking rhetorically. She turned on her heel and handed the spent fire extinguisher to Orion who took it from her as she walked out of the room and made her way up stairs, listening as Orion basically punched Kale in the stomach, hard. She smiled slightly, thank god someone did it. Seriously, her role at the Siren house was to be a fucking baby sitter. Kale was... Kale. Widow was Widow but even worse, she was a zeno-psychopath version of Widow. Moodier and bitchier than ever without any explanation. Orion was a godsend but he was at work most of the time. In all honesty, Liz was simply tired about worrying about everyone else. What happened to fun Liz? Oh right, she died when she killed her brother... or maybe she died with Kenny? Or maybe it wasn't until Isabel? Or maybe... fuck, she needed death to stop following her around. Liz walked towards Donny's fortress, or bedroom, depending on how you defined a room in a run down house with more security than the Pentagon. Silver must have heard her because soon he was out of her room and following by her feet. She reached down and patted the top of the dog's head as he hobbled next to her. Liz had been in some dark places before, but but she could honestly say she had never been in this bored limbo before, never the less a bored limbo in which she was worried all the time as well. It was a strange place for the girl to be. She blamed it on trying to take care of everyone. Liz had very few people left in her life and she would snap if she lost anyone else, especially when she could have stopped it somehow. She had killed and let too many people go. She finished with it. It was interesting though, of all the people she lost, she never seemed to think much about her mother. Her mother died giving birth to her. From Liz knew her mom was a good girl with a bad boy fetish, but Liz was never really curious like a lot Siren kids without moms were, or anyone without a mom. She never asked her father questions about her, not even as a kid. Daddy Hughes seduced her mom, Maria, and took advantage of her innocent views. He skipped protection of course. And nine months later she supposedly died giving birth to Liz. She never wondered about her mother, and she never seemed to question it because the truth was, growing up, her family was so huge, I mean she had twelve siblings for sucks sake and an infinite amount of cousins running around added to the Richardson and Davis kids and then the kids around Chicago... she just didn't care. There was too much to see, too many people around to feel that loss that most people would feel. Liz had aunts as female role models... sort of. Her aunts were not exactly role model types but you get the point. No, that loss was a strange one not to feel but Donny, Orion, Riley and even Widow. She couldn't handle any of them being hurt. And then she found about Riley's girlfriend and well, let's not get into that. The weight on her shoulders knowing this information and making the questionable choice not to tell him. She just wanted to keep him safe. If he confronted this woman, he might not be. Liz needed some air. She looked into the living room to see Silver sleeping on the floor in the doorway. She smiled slightly and shook her head, why wake him? he clearly didn't need to pee. The damaged brunette picked up her pack of smokes and placed them in her back pocket as she made her way through the kitchen and out into the backyard. The Siren house was an old kind of run down house, or at least that's how it looked, thanks to Donny the actual inside of the house was probably more secure than the white house. She stepped into the grass and pulled out a cigarette lighting up. The back yard was her favorite part. Very small cement block pateo coming right off the back door where they had a table and the rest was just a decent sized yard with thick grass, since no one cared to mow and dog toys hidden around with in it. But the yard was enclosed by a wooden fence that had a door around the side to get to the front of the house as well as towards the alley by the garage. She flicked open her zippo and lit the cigarette taking a deep drag before looking up at the stars. Astronomy was her thing, or it had been, was, is, will be who knows? Her brain wasn't sure it could handle the normality of her daily life lately, you know apart from the living with a pyro, hacker, seductress and finding out a man she cares about is dating a woman who killed her entire family... but apart from those things... she felt rather bland. When the whole job and honest thing began, it was new, it in itself was exciting. But there was something missing. Now that she was bored, all she could think about was the million of things she screwed up in the past. Kenny, Daren, Izzy... Everyone. [/b] tagged; sigrid/jon outfit; mostly grey[/ul] [/div][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by jonathon oliver bennett on Jul 2, 2012 21:26:47 GMT -6
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Jon rubbed one hand over his short hair as he frowned in boredom. This was always the worst part, waiting for the target to come out so he could do his job. He looked down at the passenger seat where a photo rested, picture side up. It showed a pretty young woman, but then in his eyes most women were pretty. It was taken at a distance but the camera had zoomed right in on her face so he could see her full lips and dark eyes. It was too bad he was here to kill her, he would have liked to try his hand at her. He glanced out the windshield of his ’67 Chevy Impala at the darkening alley around him. It was dingy to say the least, rubbish spilled over from trash cans and stains littered the concrete where he was parked. He didn’t mind it really, places like this was where he felt at home. He had after all been in numerous dark alleys before. When he’d been in the army it had been in Afghanistan or Iraq, or maybe even in Columbia. For some reasons alleys always managed to transcend language and culture, they were always the same.
He glanced back down at the picture of his target, thinking back to the phone call he had received a few days ago. It had been from some guy in the Siren gang. He hadn’t said his name only that this chick was an enemy and she needed to be killed off. Jon didn’t care about the different gangs in Valkyrie, his only concern was his company, and Josie of course. So the guy had hired him, sent in the picture with it’s scrawled name and address on the back and he’d taken on the job. He was doing it himself because after a couple of days of surveillance he’d surmised she wasn’t much of a problem. A quick bullet to the brain and he’d be out of there in time to head to a bar and have some fun. He checked the safety switch of his 9mm pistol and screwed in the silencer. It was almost time to go and get this job done. From what he had seen there were a couple of people in the house but they shouldn’t be a problem. His plan…well his plan wasn’t really finished yet. Generally he just threw a rock, or something, maybe even made a pizza delivery, grabbed them and shot them. Still, it wasn’t great to have no plan.
He shrugged his shoulders and opened his car door. His black boots barely made a sound on the concrete ground, and his black v-neck shirt and jeans didn’t rustle. They were his uniform really, the battle fatigues he had grown so used to while in the army and had ended up wearing for most other jobs. He closed the door quietly and held the gun close to his thigh so that the silver wouldn’t glint if a patch of light flashed across it. Quickly and silently he made his way to the small gate that would let him into the yard. It was locked of course, but he made quick work of the lock with a small lock pick he kept in his pocket. He slipped into the yard, making sure to avoid anything that would give away his presence. He rounded the corner to the back yard and stilled. On the patio or whatever they called a concrete verandah type thing stood a woman smoking and staring up at the stars. He studied her from the back but besides noticing she had a cute ass he couldn’t tell if it was his target. He’d seen another woman come into the house with dark hair while he was doing his surveillance so he couldn’t be sure it was his target.
He mentally shrugged. She’d still be a good way to get him inside. He’d seen the electronics around the outside of the house and instead of calling Donny like he usually would have, he had decided to rely on his own charm to get himself inside. He walked out of the shadows into the light coming from the house and raised his gun so it was pointing at her head. He didn’t like to brag or anything, okay that was a lie, he loved to brag, that he was the best shot on the east coast of America. He had after all undertaken extensive sniper training while in the special operations division of the American army. ”Hey sweetheart, now don’t panic or this isn’t going to end well. Just put your hands up and turn around calmly.” He spoke softly and calmly so as to not startle her. In his experience people tended to do irrational things when a gun was pointed at them and if this wasn’t Elizabeth Hughes he’d definitely use her to get the job done.
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Post by elizabeth sirena hughes on Jul 3, 2012 8:10:03 GMT -6
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[/b][/i][/color][/font][/size][/ul] ' ' Isn't it interesting that even if things are not so bad at the moment, they can still feel crappy because you remember the shit that happened in the past? How even the smallest moments in your life can come back and haunt your mind? Right now, Liz was clean and clear as far as the law was concerned. She had confessed to her crimes but no one was pressing charges. She confessed to her brothers murder but since he had no official records and there was no body found, she had been cleared of that too. Guess the old saying was right, no body no crime. Plus, she had spoken with an FBI agent who told her that even if what she told him was true, it was clearly a moment of self-defense. that night was still etched into her mind. Liz tried to "borrow" her friends car. Hotwiring it when none other than Riley saw her. He got into the car, and refused to leave her be. Angry and not thinking straight, she just said fuck it and ended up driving to LA with RIley in the car. She forced him to promise her to leave her there. The truth was, Liz wasn't planning on living through that night. She didn't have anything to live for anyways now that her only real brother was dead. But while Darren was attacking her, Riley didn't do as he promised and he intervened. The poor guy was almost killed that night, but was saved when Liz, without thinking, grabbed Darren's own gun and shot him. She killed her own brother. LATER that night, things really took a turn for the worse for her. Her dad put out a hit on her name, after all darren was the first born. But guilt was tearing her apart so when her other brother, Orion showed up to kill her, she wasn't even going to fight it. To her surprise, he didn't have the heart. He refused and together, them, Donny and Isabel faked her death. Soon their niece Widow, Darren's daughter arrived, she pretended to want to black mail liz but it was found out she was only scared and unhappy and needed a reason they would let her stay. Liz told no one RIley was there. Not even when her guilt pushed her to Confess to the FBI agent Tony Giovanni. But they couldn't do anything, no body was found and by the sounds of it, it was self defense, she still didn't tell anyone about riley. Later tragedy struck once again when Isabel Davis was killed as vengeance for Darren. The guilt nearly killed her. Liz attempted to take her own life but she was saved once again by one Riley turner. But she needed to get out of Valkyrie. She kissed him and left. Not knowing that RIley saw her brother Orion and he told him that Liz was dead. In actuality, Liz and her other rebel!sirens went up north to get Kenny's daughter out of there. While there Widow, a friend of her's named J.R. took off no where. Donny got vengeance for the death of Izzy, and Liz and Orion faced their father. After pleading to what little good was in the crime lord, he took the hit off of her, and told her if he ever saw her again, he would kill her himself. Long story short, Liz was used to guns, she was used to being hunted, she was used to people wanting to use her or kill her. She was used to it. She was very used to it. So when she heard a voice speaking to her in that specific calming tone people get when they are pointing a gun at you, Liz was not the type to flip out, or panic. Hell, she was so used to it and so used to shit going down, she did not even look scared, mostly because she wasn't. What was the worst that could happen if she died? Kale would have to babysit himself? ”Hey sweetheart, now don’t panic or this isn’t going to end well. Just put your hands up and turn around calmly.” Liz simply turned around but didn't bother putting her hands up. Instead she folded her arms around her chest and looked at the new comer. Tough man in style, but feminine facial features, especially the eyes, all around attractive. Looked a bit pig headed though. " Why does everyone who wants to kill me feel the need to call me sweetheart first? I mean does the cliche drama of it really give you that much of a hard on?" Liz asked, looking at the new comer. She looked at the way he held his gun, clearly been trained, but not on the street or with the mafia. No, his stance was precise. She nodded at him rather casually, especially for having a gun pointed at her, "Where'd you serve?" She asked curiously, knowing that all she needed was another minute before Donny would look at his screen, notice and either him or Orion or Kale would come out. [/b] tagged; sigrid/jon outfit; mostly grey[/ul] [/div][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by jonathon oliver bennett on Jul 4, 2012 20:34:50 GMT -6
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When he spoke, he didn’t know what to expect, except maybe that the girl would freak out even just a little. So it was a surprise when the girl turned around without speaking or even a jerk of her shoulders to show some distress. Jon however kept his face schooled into a look of casual dispassion. When he’d been in this position before, he’d seen what a look of regret or apprehension could do to someone. It gave them hope so he had been trained to always treat a situation with either apathy or smartass amusement. Hence the ‘sweetheart’ in his greeting. Now that he could see her face, Jon could see that this was in facr Elizabeth Hughes, his target, and jeez the picture he had didn’t do her justice. She had full lips, long brunette hair and the kind of legs that went for miles. This paired with the leather jacket almost had him lowering his gun and making a play because in his own opinion, this was going to be a waste of perfect ass.
"Why does everyone who wants to kill me feel the need to call me sweetheart first? I mean does the cliche drama of it really give you that much of a hard on?” Jon’s mouth pulled into a slow grin. This chick had balls. He’d give her that. She was talking back to him when he had a gun on her and looking as if she couldn’t give a fuck. She was definitely his kind of girl. ”How did you know? I thought I was better at hiding it.” He kept his tone casual to show he was joking and then blatantly looked the girl up and down. ”Although I might have had other reasons for doing it.” Jon flashed a quick grin at her. He knew he was probably being very inappropriate, especially when he was supposed to be about to kill her, but hey, it was how he did things so complainers could shut the hell up. He caught the nod of her head indicating his gun just before she ask, ”Where’d you serve?”
Jon was a little surprised to see that she had caught his professional training. From what he’d seen of the thugs around Valkyrie they were all trained in bar fights and never seen anything like the training he’d had to go through. Jon shrugged. ”Iraq, Afghanistan, a couple of other places. Does it matter? You know why I’m here so lets get it over and done with. Before we start though there’s something the man who sent me asked me to tell you. He said: No one turns their back on the Sirens.” It was one of the three conditions to the job he was undertaking. The first was that Elizabeth Hughes had to die. The second was that no one could find out except for her that the Sirens had put out the hit, probably didn’t want any of Elizabeth’s friends coming after them for revenge. He figured that since she was on the gang’s black list she had to have some friends somewhere who would take exception to her death.
He motioned with the gun for her to step back away from the lights of the house. ”Now come on, lets get this done. There’s no use in drawing it out.” He held the gun a little lower so he was aiming at her chest, his finger ready to pull the trigger. There was no point in messing up that pretty face of hers.
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Post by elizabeth sirena hughes on Jul 5, 2012 16:13:59 GMT -6
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[/b][/i][/color][/font][/size][/ul] ' ' Liz was not frightened for multiple reasons. The first, and not least of which is that she had never had much respect for her own heart beat. She had been suicidal in the past and it was hard for her to move forward. She was at the point of not caring enough to try to go on her own but she wasn't healthy enough to feel the desperate need to fight for her life. The second reason was because she had no faith in the idea that this man was going to kill her. In fact, she highly doubted this man could kill her. It was possible he had the skill when he had a gun and she had none, then again, she killed her brother when he was far larger than her, she was unarmed and he had a gun. Of course, that would because Riley had been there to distract him with his face. But also, she had a fair number of people that kept her comfortable. She highly doubt Orion would let anything happen to her. Orion was a difficult person. He could be polite and civil to strangers, which proved difficult to Liz and Widow, even Donny at times. Orion was one of those guys that tried to hide who he was, but it came through anyways. Anyone who met Orion now, he was so defensive but so utterly readable. His tone, his body language, the sad look in his eyes that never dwindled. He had just been broken over and over again and for some reason, while he got tough, he never was able to dull the pain like the rest of them. Liz and Donny hid behind sarcasm and humor, Widow hid behind sex. Orion refused to hide, he just didn't share. Orion seemed to grow with his mother's heart. His first word was a slurred variation of the word 'bunny'. As a kid, he found bunnies adorable, what can I say? He was also slightly skinny. Not much natural muscle build up. And he was short(at least until puberty). His father and his older brothers were all build like trucks on the other hand. Average height but muscly and strong. Plus Orion was soft spoken, it made him look weak to his older siblings so naturally, he became the one they picked on, beat on, and turned into the scapegoat. It didn't matter if one of his older brothers, Darren Jr. or Marcus fucked up it was always Orion who got the belt whipped accross his back. His older brothers for the most part thought it was hysterical. His father would not have been nearly so abusive to Orion had his brothers, especially Darren and Marcus, not helped it along. They would set him up to screw up, they would trap him, trick him, lie, lock him in small places, "lose" him in enemy territory and then claim the boy ran away from them Anything to give them a giggle as their dad punished him behind his office door. As a result, Orion grew up with a natural distrust of his siblings as he grew older. He also gained those large scars of the belt against his back. They're not his only scars but they're the only one's he's uncomfortable telling where he got them. By the time he was 9, he was quiet, anti-social, sarcastic and had scars all up and down his back from belt whips. He completely alienated himself from his siblings and just obeyed his father whenever he had an order as quickly and efficiently as possible. The boy became a soldier before the age of ten. That didn't mean his older brothers didn't still mess with him. The worst of them being Marcus. I know I know, it's a shocker, for this Siren, it wasn't darren jr. causing hell, that's rare. But after Orion as a kid had gotten a one up on Marcus, Marcus was even more determined to get Orion in check and had a large group of seven guys, all way older than Orion who was maybe fourteen at the time, they all jumped him. Orion was injured pretty badly. A few broken ribs and a broken arm and a large gash on his collar bone that left a bad scar. And when he was asked what happened, he lied and said it was a group of Bloods. His trust for siblings was gone. He gained respect and trust for Liz over the last six years but that was the extent of his trust really. He was okay with Widow but he didn't trust her the way he trusted Liz... and Donny but then again, Orion had once been in love with Isabel, Donny's sister who was murdered five years ago. Orion had been the first person sent to kill her, you know, when she actually had a hit out on her? Liz rolled her eyes a bit as he made a suggestive retort. Men are so predictable. "He said: No one turns their back on the Sirens.” Liz laughed as the stranger delivered the message. She shook her head with a smile. "You know you're not actually working for the Sirens rights?" She asked rhetorically with a grin, "Nothing happens in that gang without my dear father's approval, he let us go and he's too stubborn to change his mind. You're being played buddy." Liz went through her mind to think quickly about who it might have been. Could have been a million people but none she could think that would pretend to be a siren, perhaps the man was a Siren, just working individually. Who knows? Who cares. But when the stranger suggested they get this done, she yawned and nodded. "Sounds like a plan, but just as a favor, aim for the head." She said boredly stepping forward and opening her jacket, tossing it to the side. She shrugged and smiled, "No need to ruin a perfectly good pair." She added, referring to her breasts. She turned her back to the stranger with confidence and lifted her arm to point at the back of her head when she put her arms out to side, "Bout time." She said as she saw the tall, dark haired hacker come out of the house. As well as her excessively large brother Orion. Donny put an arm out to stop Orion from tackling the stranger as Donny shook his head with a smile and stepped further into the backyard, "So Jon, what's new?" He asked stepping forward. He looked back at Orion, "Don't worry Ri, just make sure Kale's not blowing anything up." Orion looked at the three before walking back into the house. Liz on the other hand looked accusingly at Donny, "You know this douchebag?" Donny looked over at Liz and nodded, "Yeah, although he knows me as Heyward." He replied plainly walking up to the guy, Liz raised an eyebrow. So the guy knew he was Heyward, I guess that makes sense. When he was traveling in the past five years he didn't use the name Donny, he used is professional Hacker name which happens to be A.Heyward. The name Heyward was recognized by pretty much everyone seeing as he was probably the most wanted hacker on the planet. "Liz meet jon, and Jon, meet my very good friend and housemate, Liz." [/b] tagged; sigrid/jon outfit; mostly grey[/ul] [/div][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by jonathon oliver bennett on Jul 6, 2012 5:19:34 GMT -6
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When he told her the message he had been sent to give her along with a bullet hole in the head, he was surprised to hear her laugh. For some reason she wasn’t reacting like every one else usually did. He studied her closely. There was something about her, something he’d seen in himself when he’d been a kid and when he’d got back from his first tour. It was the kind of look that screamed of hopelessness. It had been a while since he felt it, but then he’d trained himself to switch off the part of brain that hoped for a normal life. When he’d been a kid he’d wished that his father was either normal or dead and his mum and him were happy. But no - his father’s fists had continuously killed off any hope of his. He’d hated his father, hated that he’d left scars on not only his body but also on his mind. He didn’t like to admit it, in fact he’d never admit it to anyone but his nightmares were often filled with the heavy presence of his father. Then again they were also filled with visions of civilians who’d been killed in action. Nighttime was the worst for him but he would never admit that to anyone.
He mentally shook the thoughts from his head as he listened to the Hughes girl speak, "You know you're not actually working for the Sirens rights? Nothing happens in that gang without my dear father's approval, he let us go and he's too stubborn to change his mind. You're being played buddy." She grinned at him and Jon grinned back. Obviously she was looking for some sort of reaction from him but Jon didn’t care if the Sirens weren’t the ones who sent him. The man was going to pay cash and a large amount at that. He laughed, ”Sweetheart, I don’t even care. After this I’m going to get my money and go for a beer. It seems like a pretty good deal to me.” Still, it was interesting to note that her father was head of the Siren gang, she may look like she had a bad attitude and a suicidal wish but she didn’t look like she was in a gang. He was also picking up on some bad blood between Papa Siren and little Elizabeth. It seemed there was more to this chick then her ass, legs and leather jacket. It seemed like she carried a ton a baggage he didn’t need. It should have had him running in the opposite direction. He didn’t make a play for women who had as many problems or more than him. He didn’t want the responsibility of making them happy. Okay, sure he made women happy but it was a short-term thing.
Again he mentally shook his head to get the thoughts from his mind. He was being stupid. As if anything would, or could, happen with this girl. In a few minutes she would be dead and he’d be on his way to collect that money and beer he’d mentioned. When he aimed the gun at her chest and motioned for her to move so he could end their little conversation permanently, he was surprised again to see her step forward, remove her jacket and say, ”No need to ruin a perfectly good pair.” She definitely had the kind of attitude that should have had him running but instead he almost wanted to put away his gun and see if he could shake her casual demeanor. He smirked when she turned and pointed at the back of her head. He had a feeling this girl had trampled all over a couple of hundred hearts in her lifetime, and to his continued surprise, he felt his interest in her grow. He aimed at her head, shook his head over the waste this death was and curled his finger around the trigger. However before he could pull the trigger he saw something move to the side of him. ”Bout time.” What the fuck?
He turned to see Heyward, his hacking and drinking buddy walk towards them from the house followed by an even larger guy who looked like he was going to rush him. Jon didn’t have time to register the absurdity of the situation and instead kept his gun aimed at the girl’s head. He didn’t want any trouble with these guys but from the look he was getting from tall, dark and gloomy he wanted to have some leverage in case things went south. If he was honest with himself then this job had started going south the moment he got out of his car ready to shoot her. Damn this girl was trouble. ”So Jon, what’s new?” He had to smirk at that, it seemed Heyward hadn’t lost his smartass mouth since he’d last seen him. Before Jon could respond, he turned back to the other guy and said, ”Don’t worry Ri, just make sure Kale’s not blowing anything up.” Jon should have known that there was going to be trouble on this job. He should have seen it in the stubborn set of her jaw in the picture but no - he’d thought it was going to be easy. Now he was standing there, the situation becoming more and more complicated by the second.
First there was the girl with the attitude and now Heyward had somehow shown up. When he’d done his surveillance of the house, he hadn’t seen this computer whiz. So what the hell was he doing here? Without taking away the gun from it’s target, he smirked at Heyward. ”Oh nothing really, just trying to finish a job and as usual you’re getting your skinny ass in the way.” He was teasing, they both knew that, but god damn it. What was he going to do now? He wanted the money from the job but it appeared Heyward wasn’t going to make this easy. He glanced at the girl and could see from the way she was standing she was probably looking to tear some holes in someone. ”You know this douchebag?” He smirked. Yep, Heyward was in trouble. Her voice carried the note of feminine indignation that usually had him laughing. Now however, he knew to be silent. Still, he couldn’t keep the grin off his face at seeing his friend. ”Yeah, although he knows me as Heyward.” Jon lowered the gun he’d been aiming at the brunette’s head and turned to nod a greeting at his friend. It seemed his job was going to have to be cancelled if things kept going at this rate.
”Liz meet Jon, and Jon, meet my very good friend and housemate, Liz.” Yep, his job was definitely over. Heyward was his friend, and god damn it, he didn’t kill friends of friends, especially when they were this close. God damn it. He turned and grinned at the brunette, ”Oh me and Liz were just getting acquainted.” He turned back to his friend, his face questioning, ”What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be in Los Angeles. You know I wanted you to help me with a job down here.” He flicked the safety switch of his gun on and tucked it into the band of his jeans. Why did he think this job was going to be easy?
OOC: bah, sorry about the donny/heyward faux pas. just disregard or correct anything that doesn't fit in with names and shiz like that (:
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Post by elizabeth sirena hughes on Jul 6, 2012 23:23:32 GMT -6
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[/b][/i][/color][/font][/size][/ul] ' ' Liz was used to this. She was used to guns pointed at her. She was used to having her life at risk. Her father was the head of a nationwide gang. He idolized power and territory. He respected tradition to the point that he let his heir, his oldest son, rape and basically torture his daughter for years. She was 14 when her oldest brother attacked her and she went to her father, bruised and in tears, begging him to help her. Her father's advice was to move past it, that Darren (her brother) had to deal with a lot of stress with the responsibility that would pass to him. And Liz accepted that for years. She would ignore Darren's hand touching her. She would ignore the looks. She would pretend it wasn't happening and just get by doing her job for the Sirens, for her father, for her family. She had Kenneth, her other brother, her best friend. The brother Darren killed because he felt Ken was too close to Liz. The brother who's leather jacket she tossed aside on the off chance this stranger actually killed her, she didn't want blood on it. ”Sweetheart, I don’t even care. After this I’m going to get my money and go for a beer. It seems like a pretty good deal to me.” Liz shook her head, "Oh that's not why I mentioned it, if you actually did your research on us, anyone pretending to be us, or going against my father's orders, you would be the next one with a stopped heart." She said plainly, almost boredly before they got on with and as her favorite hacker came out of the house. She noted in her head how much she respected the new swagger had acquired in the last 6 years. The thing about Donald Jeremy Davis was that he had never been one to appear threatening. Especially when he was younger. If you had met him ten years ago, your would have seen a skinny nerd with glasses who let girls walk all over him, and who only brought the heyward persona out when he was hacking and it was mostly for rebellion but in the last six or seven years, Heyward slowly took over Donny. Donny was now Heyward pretty much 24/7. This meant he was a smart ass, he was hard to impress, nothing seemed to shake him. He was calm, he was calculated and thanks to the computer age, Donny could ruin a person's life with a few easy key strokes. Of all the people in the Siren house who had killed, Liz, Orion, Kale, obviously Kale, Kale probably had the highest kill rate just because Kale was the Basher and usually bombed joints. He recently killed a fair number in the bombing of the chinese restaurant for the Italians but anyways, Donny was still the most dangerous. When you were Kale's target he would find a way to kill you, usually in a method involving pyrotechnics since that was what he was best at. When you were Donny's target, he took your life apart piece by piece until you would rather die than keep going in the shambles that was now your life. Kale enjoyed his life and wished to stay in that state of mindless fun and fire. He would be hired, he would do the job to the best of his ability, but mostly for fun. Kale was never really in a position of power over anyone but himself which was how he preferred it. But no, Donny was ambitious, and incredibly so. Kale was all about himself and fun. Donny was the same but Donny's idea of fun was power and recognition. Not recognition in the sense that his face was known to people. But recognition in the sense that his alias, A. Heyward was a name known throughout the world. That people recognized Heyward as the best, because he was and he knew he was. Donny liked taking on his Heyward persona and feeling like he owned the people around him. For Donny, it was all about power. He cared about very few people. Liz, Widow and Kale probably being the only ones, although Donny would probably only give his life for Wid, maybe. But he cared. He would take revenge for someone hurting Liz. He'd take them out bit by bit. So, he figured he might as well stop this before it happened, because honestly, he dug Jon. Guy was okay. And Donny understood, he was just doing his job. But if he had gone through with it, when Donny targeted him, he would just be doing his job. ”Oh nothing really, just trying to finish a job and as usual you’re getting your skinny ass in the way.” Donny smirked slightly and shrugged, "Actually, I won't stop you. I know you have a job. But as you know, I have loyalties, do the job I do mine and there are about..." Donny looked around at the house, how many guns did he put in for the backyard again? He looked down at his watch, a design he created for himself that worked as a high tech computer and a remote control, he touched the screen a few times before a small mechanical sound was heard, he looked up at the guns that had just revealed themselves, "... okay, so six, six guns on you at the moment. Or we can have a beer." Liz turned around and glanced at Jon as he lowered his gun, although he seemed to do it more out of respect for Donny than out of fear of the above guns. boys were pathetic. All the guns and technology, not her style. Like her dead best friend/brother, Kenny, she was all about hand to hand and knife fights. Guns took too much of the skill out of the equation. Liz worked her ass off to be a blackbelt. Donny smiled and pressed his watch again, the guns retreating behind tiles and woodwork. He stepped out further into the backyard. And put his hand out. "It's good to see you again." He said honestly. ”What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be in Los Angeles. You know I wanted you to help me with a job down here.” Donny laughed, "My work I can do from anywhere, you know that. Believe it or not, I am here because of this lovely woman and another good friend of mine I told you about, Widow." Donny said gesturing towards Liz who rolled her eyes. Donny nodded, "But here I go by Donny Davis." He added, telling jon his real name for the first time since Jon had only known him as Heyward. The last name Davis though, in association with the name Hughes on Liz and the Sirens who had hired him, should reveal to Jon that Donny was a member of the Davis crime family, which were a well known family in the Siren gang, one of the original three. Liz nodded, "Okay, well this was fun. But not as much fun as the alcohol in there so I will catch you all later." She added pointing with her thumbs over her shoulder to the door that lead from the backyard into the kitchen. Donny nodded, "Excellent idea." 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Post by jonathon oliver bennett on Jul 10, 2012 4:34:52 GMT -6
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"Oh that's not why I mentioned it, if you actually did your research on us, anyone pretending to be us, or going against my father's orders, you would be the next one with a stopped heart." Well, he didn’t really know what to say to that. When he’d chosen the job he hadn’t wanted any trouble. He never wanted trouble. In the past, sure he would have jumped right in and laughed the whole way, but now? Now he had to think about Josie, the girl he had taken in a few years ago. She was a pain in his ass, nagged him like an old fishwife but he loved her. She was the little sister he’d never had and the only person in this world he would do anything for. Not only would he kill for her but he would also turn down jobs that meant the continued success of his business, Bennett Solutions. When he’d found Josie she’d been trying to hack into his computer to steal some files. When he’d unthinkingly asked if she wanted a warm bed and some food he’d meant to help her but instead she had taken it as a proposal to go to bed with him. God she had been only sixteen and already used to older men asking her to come home with him. So far in their relationship she hadn’t shared much about her past but that was slowly changing as she came to trust him more. One day she would tell him her story and who ever had hurt her was going to get a deadly present from him. Nobody hurt the people he cared about.
His conviction that this woman had to die wavered. Could he really put Josie in that kind of trouble? Maybe this chick was bluffing. She certainly had the balls to carry it off and lie to a guy with a gun. Maybe she was just trying to get him to go home. Still, he’d been at this for a while and he’d never been caught before so all he had to do was clean up afterwards and make sure no one found out it was him. A niggling sense of doubt crowded the back of his mind, worming into his conscience and nagging him to put away the gun and call it a night. When Heyward came out, he was a lot more relieved then he should have been. Sure he was going to have to give up the job and goddamn it, all of it was getting strange, but he had to keep Josie safe. Heyward was sarcastic smartass. He always had a smirk on his face and swagger in his step and when he went on and on in computer speak Jon had to stop himself from shaking the guy so he would get on with it – computer speak pretty much fried his brain whenever he tried to understand it. Still, he was a good guy who worked fast and got the job done always beyond Jon’s expectations. He had no doubt that Heyward probably had a file on him somewhere on a hard drive and that he knew everything, from the circumstances of his mother’s death to the foster homes and even the classified army missions he’d been on.
He also didn’t doubt that Heyward probably had stuff on him he didn’t even know about. Heyward was like that, always surprising people, like now. "Actually, I won't stop you. I know you have a job. But as you know, I have loyalties, do the job I do mine and there are about..." Jon watched in fascination as the computer genius studied a watch face on his wrist but his attention was quickly caught by the sound of mechanical objects coming to life. His head jerked up to see guns had revealed themselves around their little group. Goddamn it that bastard. "...okay, so six, six guns on you at the moment. Or we can have a beer." Throw him in the middle of a city under siege by insurgents. Toss him into a jail cell in the middle of jungles of South America and somehow he would survive them. This though? God, some how a simple bullet in the head job had turned into a reunion with his old pal Heyward and a meet and greet with all his friends who appeared to be on the blacklist of a national gang. Great.
He chuckled to himself as he lowered the gun, switched the safety switch and tucked it into the band of his jeans. ”Fine, fine, beer it is.” He should have known Heyward would have something up his sleeve. When Heyward held out his hand, Jon shook it. ”It’s good to see you again” ”Yeah man, it’s good to see you too.” When he asked about the job and Heyward laughed he wasn’t surprised. Heyward had always seemed to him like the class clown, the guy who had a joke for everything though it was usually sarcastic and paired with a teasing smirk. "My work I can do from anywhere, you know that. Believe it or not, I am here because of this lovely woman and another good friend of mine I told you about, Widow." Jon nodded his head. Figured. Heyward had told him about the crazy woman who he had thought was pretty badass at the time. Now though with Widow probably inside the house and the stories he’d heard about her he was more than a little watchful. ”But here I go by Donny Davis.” Jon’s eyebrows rose a couple of centimeters but he only said, ”God, I should have seen the resemblance between you and Donald Duck. You guys have the same name and face.” He laughed and clapped Donny on the back but still mulled the name over in his head.
Davis. Along with his affiliation with a Hughes girl, Jon surmised he was probably an ex-Siren gang member of some sort, maybe even apart of the original families that had formed the Siren gang. Jeez. That was surprising. In the past he’d assumed Heyward – Donny, had always been an independent criminal who’d learnt the skills, seen the rewards he could get and had started on the road of being a criminal. "Okay, well this was fun. But not as much fun as the alcohol in there so I will catch you all later." Jon’s eyes flicked to Liz who was pointing to the house. ”Excellent idea. Want a drink?” Jon nodded and smirked, ”Might as well get something out of tonight besides a bruised ego.” He laughed and spoke low to Donny as he started towards the house door, ”That Liz is a pistol isn’t she? Was ripping into my ego even while I was holding a gun on her.” He laughed and shook his head in admiration. ”You must have some stories to tell about her.” He followed Donny through the door of the house, he was definitely going to need a beer after all this.
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