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capeandcowllogs2009-03-28 09:37 am
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WHO: Bullseye, Raven
WHERE: Some shady alleyway, on the east side of town.
WHEN: March 29th, 2 am
WARNINGS: Unhappy violence. Bullz foul mouth.
SUMMARY: Raven just happens to stumble across one of Bullseye's glorious killing sprees.
FORMAT: Whatev'
Bullseye sat idly on the edge of a building, peering down at the alleyway below. The steady thump of a beat echoed off the walls of the alley. He was currently perched over a ritzy and exotic kind of night club. One of those “gentlemen’s” clubs. Hah hah. Summed up, a bunch of lonely fatsos wanted to get their rocks off at some middle-ached skanks prancing their pancake asses around. Whatever.
The real classy part of this place was the bouncers closed the doors at midnight. He’d been sitting here for the past couple of hours (it was 2 am now), and people had come and go. No sign of security. Not that it would have mattered. This pretty much gave him the “okay” in the killing department. So now all he had to do was wait. Wait for the next couple of bozos to prance on out.
There was no rhyme or reason as to why he chose this particular place. It was just what he felt like doing for the night. Frankly, between the chaos of the “hive” and the heroes doodling around with more “important things,” Bullseye was getting bored. Now, with the relapse pains dulling, he was feeling a bit more like himself. In fact, better than he’d felt in awhile. It was like he’d just downed eight cups of coffee. He was ready to move.
Finally, he heard voice. His focus shifted to two figures coming out of the club. A man and a scantily clad woman. Haha. Seriously? He crept along the ledge of the building as they made their way through the alleyway. Finally, he took a leap, catching on the railing of a fire escape to break his fall, and then swinging down in front of the “couple.” For a moment, they stood there, completely silent. Bullseye as well was quiet, crouched down from landing. Slowly, he lifted his gaze up to the two, a wicked grin twisting up his face.
“Hey kiddos,” he hissed.
The man actually bolted first. He pivoted on one foot, whimpered to himself, and began to run.
“Oh gimme’ a break,” the assassin muttered, before drawing two darts, one in each hand. Both wrists snapped forward, in within only half a second, two darts were nailed into the man’s Achilles heels. He buckled over, screaming wildly. The woman’s shrieks soon followed.
“Okay. How’s about you shut the fuck up, bitch,” he abruptly snarled, which, surprisingly enough, silenced the woman. Meanwhile, the man was wheezing, coughing, apparently not feeling too hot over getting his feet knocked in. Well, that’s what he got for jumpin’ the shark.
“Now,” Bullseye began, in a surprisingly steady tone, “Imma’ make this easy on her.” Suddenly, he executed a quick draw, firing a shot into the woman’s head. She collapsed on the ground, dead. “But you sir,” he snorted, making his way over to the man, “You wanna make this difficult. So I’m gonna reciprocate the offer.”
WHERE: Some shady alleyway, on the east side of town.
WHEN: March 29th, 2 am
WARNINGS: Unhappy violence. Bullz foul mouth.
SUMMARY: Raven just happens to stumble across one of Bullseye's glorious killing sprees.
FORMAT: Whatev'
Bullseye sat idly on the edge of a building, peering down at the alleyway below. The steady thump of a beat echoed off the walls of the alley. He was currently perched over a ritzy and exotic kind of night club. One of those “gentlemen’s” clubs. Hah hah. Summed up, a bunch of lonely fatsos wanted to get their rocks off at some middle-ached skanks prancing their pancake asses around. Whatever.
The real classy part of this place was the bouncers closed the doors at midnight. He’d been sitting here for the past couple of hours (it was 2 am now), and people had come and go. No sign of security. Not that it would have mattered. This pretty much gave him the “okay” in the killing department. So now all he had to do was wait. Wait for the next couple of bozos to prance on out.
There was no rhyme or reason as to why he chose this particular place. It was just what he felt like doing for the night. Frankly, between the chaos of the “hive” and the heroes doodling around with more “important things,” Bullseye was getting bored. Now, with the relapse pains dulling, he was feeling a bit more like himself. In fact, better than he’d felt in awhile. It was like he’d just downed eight cups of coffee. He was ready to move.
Finally, he heard voice. His focus shifted to two figures coming out of the club. A man and a scantily clad woman. Haha. Seriously? He crept along the ledge of the building as they made their way through the alleyway. Finally, he took a leap, catching on the railing of a fire escape to break his fall, and then swinging down in front of the “couple.” For a moment, they stood there, completely silent. Bullseye as well was quiet, crouched down from landing. Slowly, he lifted his gaze up to the two, a wicked grin twisting up his face.
“Hey kiddos,” he hissed.
The man actually bolted first. He pivoted on one foot, whimpered to himself, and began to run.
“Oh gimme’ a break,” the assassin muttered, before drawing two darts, one in each hand. Both wrists snapped forward, in within only half a second, two darts were nailed into the man’s Achilles heels. He buckled over, screaming wildly. The woman’s shrieks soon followed.
“Okay. How’s about you shut the fuck up, bitch,” he abruptly snarled, which, surprisingly enough, silenced the woman. Meanwhile, the man was wheezing, coughing, apparently not feeling too hot over getting his feet knocked in. Well, that’s what he got for jumpin’ the shark.
“Now,” Bullseye began, in a surprisingly steady tone, “Imma’ make this easy on her.” Suddenly, he executed a quick draw, firing a shot into the woman’s head. She collapsed on the ground, dead. “But you sir,” he snorted, making his way over to the man, “You wanna make this difficult. So I’m gonna reciprocate the offer.”
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"Alright, alright," he said casually, the smirk never vanishing. He took a few steps back, his hands up in protest. "You got me. I'd just mosey my way on over and start taking 'em out one by one. Sooo... I guess I'm just gonna have to start guessin'."
He turned his back on her, preparing to leave. "Go ahead and watch me all you want, bitch. You gotta take a nap sometime. Gotta keep an eye on your pals too. Too bad you can't watch 'em all at once.."
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"I have given you ample warning about this - if you decide not to heed it then it is simply your funeral. I will not hesitate to destroy you - that is, unless you piss another off first." she rather innocently tapped her bottom lip with one finger as she looked upwards at the sky.
"There are plenty of those here who would not appreciate being messed around with - ones that could easily overpower you, but see you as nothing more than an insignificant fool."
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He began walking away, casually waving a hand as he did so. "Your threats don't mean nothin' to me, sweetheart. Keep it up though. It's cute."
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"And keep up that precious tough-ass act as well. I find your pety insults to be rather adorable in the middle of the night."