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Forum Meta => Role Play => Archived Role Play Boards => Archive => General Roleplay => Topic started by: St Oz on August 02, 2007, 06:59:00 PM
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It was a cloudy morning and when Zeriev walked out of his Coffee shop he felt the cold breeze brush through his hair. He noticed down the street was one of his regular customers, a college student from the city's national university. He had no idea what she did in college but she bought the same .80 Pei Double Navi coffee with a Zuavka Muffin. Occasionally she would come by later and get a few drinks, get a Zuavka. He identified that as her "bad days". He had no idea what her name was, she might of told him once but he certainly knew she knew his. She came up to the shop with her usual 4 coins. four fifth Pei's. She was one of the few customers that always used coins instead of bills. She went to Zeriev, giving him a kiss on each cheek, "Greetings Zeri and good morning."
Zeri smiled, "It already looks like it's the afternoon, no?"
She gave a good look at the sky, "Yeah, I miss the early months. I like it when it's night most of the day."
Zeri opened the door for her as she walked, "Yeah, so how is one of my devoted customers this day so far? You came yesterday night. A few too many drinks that usual."
She put her bag down with her computer inside and remarked, "Men.."
He put the muffin and coffee on the counter and it was exchanged for the four coins. He replied to her as she walked off, "Yeah, we're the worst." She then turned back to give him a warm grin. The Dire returned to his normal activities as more and more customers came in. As he was filling the coffee the student was packing up and went back to Zeriev as they exchanged kisses on the cheek and Zeriev said the usual, "Don't kill the teachers"
Zeriev then returned to counter and as the breakfast hours went away nobody was in the shop and he was cleaning it up and counting money. Just then he got some other customers coming in. Wearing mostly black and dark colored robes. They removed their Ushankas and said, "Good afternoon Dire, We're looking for a good muffin."
"What sort of Muffin?"
"A muffin with Almonds Dire."
"I don't think I have Almonds, but come in the back I'll show you all that we have." As they gathered in the kitchen area they went past the muffins and Zeriev opened the door to the Water Heater. He reached back and flipped a mechanism, suddenly a portion of the wall started to open up and the men walked in. Inside were various fire arms of Ozian creation, "Buy four I-19s and you get a fifth one free today."
"I will give word to our boss of your generosity, the Mafia has served you well hasn't it?"
He laughed, "Hey, I just buy their goods and I just sell them."
"Heh, well now for some business shall we? We're going to buy 4 I-19s to get that fifth one free, 5,000 rounds of ammunition, and I think I'll buy three PP-6s with 300 shells."
"Stocking up for a big fight eh?"
He plainly said, "You could say that."
Zeriev said, "Have your boys send the car to the alley way. Don't want to scare some people on the street."
He nodded as Zeriev gathered all the things he needed with the boxes of ammunition. He added a few boxes for good will. When he came back he asked, "How Much?"
"2,000 Pei."
He smiled, "I'll feel like I'm cheating you Zeri, my boss gave me 5,000 pei to buy all this, here take 5,000 and I'll buy double."
Zeriev said, "Pleasure doing business with you."
The gang suppliers loaded up their cars with the ammunition and guns and soon took off. Zeriev did a check on all that he had and would order some more "coffee beans" from the Mafia.
He returned to his shop to continue counting the cash.
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Frelav walked through the front door and saw Zeriev counting his cash.
"Hey. Can i get the normal?"
Frelav got his coffee and walked out the door. It was time for him to go into the sweatshop. He arrived 5 minutes late, but he went to work and his boss didnt notice him late. Which was odd, becasue he was different from the other Workers. His dad was Ozian. but, he didn't care. He begin to assemble some Car, and waited for his 5 hour shift to end.
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ooc: What's so weird about being Ozian in St Oz?
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Karpov had just gained consciousness he checked his clock and realized he had overslept by a few hours. He wondered why his head was throbbing until he looked at himself in the mirror. Staring back at him was the posterboy for hangovers. Karpov folded his clothing neatly and then jumped into the shower to try and relieve a bit of the pressure. he tried to remember the nights events...
well i remember coming back from a meeting.... then some of the regulars downstairs asked me to play some music.... they were so insistant....this definitely feels allot better I'll have to thank the Dire for helping to fix the hot water.... i played a few tunes and then had a drink.... then those girls in the corner kept on buying me rounds..... did i sleep with someone?...last thing i remember was that girl with the pretty smile her friends headed to the restroom and i had another shot.....
...he stepped out of the shower and checked his naked body in the mirror. there were large scratchmarks going down his back. his headache was making it difficult to think but he was able to think of the only possible reason for there to be scratchmarks after a night of drinking.
he went to his room and found himself a plain outfit that he liked, it was a present from the mechanics wife. he pulled on his ushenka and armed himself. he then grabbed a large sum of cash and headed down to grab a cup of coffee. he had about two hours until he had to go play at a divebar in a bad area of town. he turned to the Dire and said,
"Greetings Dire i hope your day is full of pleasent exchanges that are benefiting you. I would like to purchase the usual coffee and small cigars. perhaps i will have something for breakfast today, what is good today Dire?"
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Zeriev was just counting his money and half ignored him saying, "I don't know, I've got muffins I guess, Besides you owe me rent, your buddy Frelav also is a bit short, if you see him remind him to come see me to pay his rent."
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Frelav walked through the front door. As usual, he was wearing his beanie. He sat down and bought some cigarettes and lite them. He smoked and while puffing the smoke away from the rest of the popl[e he begin talking to them.
"Hey guys, whats up?"
He knew that he had only a few hours until he had to go to a street fight, so he decided to talk to these guys.
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Zeriev barked at Frelav, "You owe me rent, give it to me before I kick you out of my building."
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"Whoa, chill man. i have the money in my room, let me go get it."
Frelav ran up to his room. He looked around, and then ran to a small closet and grabed a few hundereds dollars. He ran down stairs to the coffe shop and handed over the cash.
"sorry it was a bit late."
He looked at the clock. He had half a hour. He ran up to his room, and got his weapons. He would need them. He stuffed them in his messenger bag and ran out the door. He ran down the street and turned into a alley. He climbed over a fence, and saw the rest of his gang. He was fighting the rival gang for control of this alley. The Gang Frelav is part of so far has turf in the working section, and is growing larger. He got out his Sawed-off shotgun and loaded it. The Gang walked down the alley and saw the rival gang selling some drugs. Frleav's gang opened fire on the rival gang, killing almost all of them. The remainders opened fire and a gun battle came about. Shots were flying ever where, and Frelav got nicked in the shoulder. He fired the rest of his shot, and crouched down. He put the shotgun back in his back, and got out his SMG. He opened fireed and killed some more gangsters. The rivial gang ran, and the alley was Frelavs gang turf now. He ripeed up a shirt, and bandaged his sholder. He ran back to his apartment and went into the coffe shop. He forgot that he still had his SMG
Crap...
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Natasha walked through the streets slowly, her day was going rather uneventfully. A cool, brisk wind brushed against her face, but her trench coat kept her seemingly frail body warm. She had been reassigned to a new district, and this was her first patrol. Everything was going quite well, despite the area of town being a bit worn down.
The sky was cloudy and bleak, the buildings looked worn and depressed, and the streets were littered with newspapers days, even weeks old. Natasha didn't bother to read them, greeting an older couple of Ozian's with a polite smile. They smiled back before hobbling down a small alley way, and Natasha listened to the sound of her boots slapping concrete. Natasha rather enjoyed patrolling on foot, she often found new, small shops with interesting trinkets and clothing. The streets were rather uncrowded today, so she let her eyes wander over a few crude drawing on the brick wall depicting various political and religious slogans.
Natasha quickly stepped out of the way of a rapidly opening glass door which nearly smacked her soundly. A man dressed in dark grey overcoat wasn't watching where he was going, focused intently on not spilling his tea.
"Hello, sir. Good day?" she smiled.
The man seemed startled to see Natasha standing before him, his eyes wandering over her before looking into her eyes. He smiled uneasily and nodded, "Yes, it's a good day. I'm in a bit of a hurry, so sorry I'll be careful where I go."
"It's alright," she nodded, holding the door open for him as he scuttled away. The sign above the door read 'Repaski'vavi'. Ah, I could use a bit of ginseng tea. Wouldn't hurt to get friendly with a few locals either.
She entered the small shop, it was rather cozy. She looked at a sign which read 'Rooms For Rent. Ask shop owner for details.' She saw a man counting money patiently while another appeared to be ordering food. Her boots echoed through the room as she stepped towards the counter, stopping a foot behind the man. Her police uniform had already been noticed and dismissed by several other customers, as well as the shop owner who was keeping an eye on her. But the man she stepped behind smelled of alcohol and his overcoat appeared to be carrying more than one weapon. She sighed, trying to remember what law exactly the man was violating by concealing more than one weapon. She dismissed the matter, not wanting to cause a scene in this peaceful shop.
She flashed a smile to the owner, wordlessly informing him that she had a question.
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While counting his money in the afternoon he noticed a shadow pass on his hands, he stumbled as he saw the dreaded green Police coat. His hands trembled as he dropped the bills in his hands. He caught himself and padded his chest, "Oh my you scared me there, how erm... may I help you?"
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"Oh, I'm new to this district. I'm Kriev'sapri Dereski," Natasha spoke with a smile, ignoring the other man before her and pointing to the sign. "I see you have rooms for rent, how much are they?"
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Zeriev was relieved that she was there for that reason. He warmly smiled, "Follow me, we'll do business." He picked up the cash and returned it to the register and locked it. He waved his hands as he lead her to the kitchen door for the tea shop. Inside, at the opposite wall was a desk and a chair with a simple laptop computer on top of it. He rolled the office chair to her and said, "Have a seat and make yourself comfortable." He then propped himself on the table, "We have Vacancy and the best room is still open. That room is 400 Pei a month, we also have one for 300 Pei a Month. Except I might have a deal for you..."
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Natasha sat down and looked at the man curiously. "A deal you say?" she leaned against the chair ignoring the rattle of her rifle as she shifted around. "What kind of deal?" Natasha noticed her boots were scuffed as she crossed her legs and she frowned. She'd have to buff that out tonight.
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He warmly smiled as he walked to the water heater door and flicked the same mechanism to open the secret passage way. Inside you could see the gun store. He then pushed the wall in to restart the mechanism and shut the heater door again. He then replied back, "Krie'sapri... You should understand that I'm an Arms dealer, if you keep mum about my storeage, I'll let you have the best room for only 100 Pei... Though you don't have to ignore the rest of the customer's illegal activities. I'm just striking a deal with you here. you get your extra 300 Pei a month to say... buy a dress, go out for dinners, buy a computer, etc."
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She paused momentarily, considering the number of guns she had seen. She considered drawing her rifle, arresting the Dire right here. But she also considered the deal he offered, and the statistics of Arms Dealing. Compared to the number of arms dealers in St. Oz City, arresting this man now would do little to keep guns off the streets and would only earn her a bad reputation. That wasn't the sort of first impression she wanted to give her new district.
She smiled cautiously to the shop owner, "I believe we may have an understanding." Natasha looked to the secret doorway and then back to the Dire, "might I add your walls have a lovely color."
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He walked to the cop and kissed her on the cheek and then the other cheek saying "Welcome to my home! You may have a free muffin if you like and I'm so nice as to let you stay one free month!"
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Natasha smiled as she stood, bowing slightly before the Ozian man. "I wouldn't mind a cup of ginseng tea as well, although I should get back to my patrol. I'll be back in a few hours, will my key be ready by then?"
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He poured a cup and got her a regular muffin while nodding "I'll have your key and show you the room when you get back.
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John Henley looked at his newspaper. He circled a few flats, and all those he had visited were too expensive, or in a sleazy district. He was on the last one, and he had little hope it'd be the one. Looked like he'd be living out of a hotel for a couple more weeks. Oh well, worth a try. He'd just come back to the place of his birth after leaving Eluvatar and staying in Gallipoli-China for a little while. His past was hardly one of a commendable, honorable individual and he just wanted to put it behind him. Finishing his coffee, he placed his fedora back on his head and headed toward it. He got there without much trouble - he had been in St Oz City for a while, just without an apartment - and headed in. The owner was talking with a woman. He sat on a couch in the lobby and waited for them to finish.
Once they were done, he walked to the owner.
"Hey, John Henley. I, uh, heard you've got a room for rent?"
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Frelav watched as the lady left, then sighed a breath of relief. He walked up to his room, and threw his bag on his bed. He went over to the computer, and begin to play a Video Game. He looked out the window once or twice, just to make sure the Rival Gang wasn't following him.
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Karpov fished out his rent money from the wad in his pocket, he handed the Dire money for next month as well, you never know when you'll get a second lucky break. he sat down drinking a coffee, he wasn't sure of the brew but it tasted alright which was all that mattered to him. after roughly half an hour of drinking coffee and smoking he decided it was time to head out.
On his way out Karpov saw a woman in the much feared green coat go into the Cafe. it mattered not to a man like Karpov, he was only worried about the problems in front of him. he went in back to grab his stolen motorbike only to find it had been stolen. cursing Karpov started walking to his destination, not that he minded walking but he had gone through the trouble of stealing that vehicle only to have some young punk up and lift it from him. he trudged onword always with yes open.
As he entered the neighborhood of his "performance", he was walking down an alley and a group of young men armed with blunt objects attempted to stop him. he waited until one of these ruffians put a hand on him. he then opened fire, shooting through his coat was bad for his clothing bill but it made sure he always got the drop on his adversaries. he was careful to shoot one of the young men around his size in the knee so he could take the coat without destroying it more than his own. after putting on the youths coat heshot each of them in the head just to make sure he would not be troubled again. he then headed to a hole in the wall bar with a sign that simply stated "cheap drinks".
Once inside the bar he realised that this was going to be too easy, the bartender was an old friend of his from back when he used to call people friend. he looked at the mugshot in his pocket and realised that this was his target. he sat down and chatted with him for a few minutes listening to his life story, it seemed right that the he should know the story of the life he intended to take.
Four hours later the bar had died down until the last customer left. The barman announced that he intended to lock up as there was no replacement coming in for him. Karpov allowed the man to enjoy his last few moments while pretending to wait for him to get done closing so he could buy him a drink. once the register was out and the safe was open Karpov pulled out his knife and stabbed the man in such a way that his last few waking moments were spent without pain, he held the man until he was dead. once he was sure the barman was on his way back to the source of all life, he emptied the safe and the register into his own pockets. he then grabbed the barmans keys. he turned on the gas stove in the back but killed off the pilot light. he then set the barman near the stove with a bottle in his hand. he made a Molotov cocktail and threw it behind himself before locking up. he was out of sight before the explosion rocked the neighborhood.....
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Dire Zeriev nodded to the new comer, "350 Pei a month for room 4 which is available. You get free wireless but if you want direct it'll cost ya 20 Pei for me to rewire your room. I can also repair certain things that you may break for a price. My name's Dire Zeriev, but you can call me Zeriev or Dire. Just pay on time no little no more and I'll be happy. Feel free to move around any furniture that's already in the room."
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OOC: It's very interesting that nearly everyone has been shot so far has died. Usually the wound to death ratio is around 3:1.
Natasha watched the street several blocks down emit an eery glow, fire. Natasha hurried her pace, the click of her heels against the pavement was rapid as she watched a shadowy figure lurk into an alley.
She grabbed her radio immediately, "Dispatch, there's a burning building in District 5. Possibly arson. Possible suspect, I'll see if I can question them."
Her radio crackled back in response, and she drew her I-19 and before proceeding to the alley. Her ears were alert, patiently waiting for any signs of an intruder. Natasha reached for her flashlight, the arc of light sweeping the alleyway. Nothing, she thought. "Pulovich, something seem strange to you?"
Her radio was silent for a moment before a response came through, "Yes. Quite a bit of activity today, I count eleven bodies today."
This seems strange, Natasha thought to herself, we'll have to tighten security a bit. She picked up her radio. "Dispatch, this is Kriev'sapri Dereski. I suggest we allocate another patrol to District 5, there's been a large amount of activity today."
She watched a police cruiser drive to the fire, which was contained on the first floor. Ozian structures were especially resistant to fire damage, so only the bar would burn. Officer Pulovich, Natasha's partner, got out of his car and watched the fire idly. Natasha checked the alleyway one more time before turning around and signaling her partner. "Suspect got away," she told him as a crowd began to grow. Even at night the streets were a bit crowded, everyone walked everywhere, and the city was one of the most active in the world. The poorer side of town was a bit quieter at night, but Ozians were now crowding the street to observe the unusual fire. Natasha sighed, she had had a long day. "I'm going to punch out, can you watch the area and wait for our replacements. I'll write up a report tomorrow." Pulovich nodded with a frown, his violet eyes seemed to glow red in the light of the fire. She patted his shoulder, walking back to where she had parked.
About an hour later Natasha walked into the coffee shop, finally taking off her ushanka. Her cheeks were a rosy red, chilled by the cold wind, but her coat had kept her warm. She looked for the Dire Repaski, finding him sitting in the corner alone. She pulled her hair out of a ponytail and let it fall to her shoulders while she watched him talk to another man she did not recognize. Natasha walked over to him, nodding to the interesting man. "Excuse me Dire, would my key be ready?"
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The Dire nodded saying, "Please, please, you may called me Zeri, You are now a trusted friend, I'll walk you to your door." He went to the base of the stairway and climbed the flight of stairs to the second level where he lead her through the kitchen and to the other flight of stairs that lead them to the third story. Up there Zeriev pointed to his room, "This is my room right there and your room is the door next to it." He rummaged through his keys and did a trial and error with various keys. Soon he found the key that was to the room and opened the door. Inside the room were two keys lying on the dresser. The room had various pieces of art and classic 40 year old wood furniture. The bathroom was odd in comparison to the city, it was dazzling.
He looked at her face, "Rough Day?"
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Natasha smiled shyly. "Is it that noticeable? Eleven people died tonight, and a bar burned down. I probably smell like smoke," she sighed again, this time deeper. Her eyes scanned the room, it was rather cozy, and the bathroom was quite fancy. Perfect! "I'm going to go get my clothes, this room is perfect Zeri. Thank you." She flashed him a smile before gliding out to get her stuff. She seemed almost giddy as she came back into the room, dropping her bag and stripping her coat off and unbuttoning her blouse.
Something felt awkward though. A little breeze brushed past her, the room felt open. She turned around and saw Zeri standing by the door with a grin. Damnit I forgot to close the door. She walked towards him, grabbing the door to close it, when she realized her shirt was open. Her face flushed red as she stood partially exposed before him, her hands racing to quickly hide herself. "Sorry!" she said before closing the door on him. She looked down at herself, relaxing a bit as she heard him walking away. She sighed, her fingers pulling her shirt off further. Now I need a nice, long bath.
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Their target was a man named Frelav who was part of a gang and had murdered various people. A SOSOT automatically unlocked the door of Zeriev's building. They had their IIN-5sups and their I-19cs armed and walking down the hallway. STIA had the subject targeted while planting spys that were acting as Gang members. They indicated one of them that had committed numerous counts of murder recently. They silently walked down the hallway and one of them pulled out a flash bang. The first of the team smashed down the door and tossed in a flashbang. The 4 then circled in to see a man by his computer with a gun shot injury to himself. They all aimed at the man with their weapons and kept them him on target until they tied him up. They then covered the hallway to make sure nobody was assisting him. The two that were in the room tying him up tightened their knots. One of them pulled out their Ozian blade and slashed him in the tendons of each of his arms rendering useless useless at carrying a gun properly. They padded him down and removed any weapon that was on him and dragged him out the walkways into a vehicle where they would put him in for questioning.
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"I think I'll take it, Dire." Henley covered his eyes in vain. Christ, what was that?
"Gaea," he chose to say instead. Since he was farther away he gained his sight back rather quickly.
"350 a month? Ok. Here you go."
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He handed him his key and his muffin, "I always give my customers a free muffin, here."
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"Holy Sh*t"
Frelav was on the way to Police station, still a Little blurry from the flashbang.He soon mandged to clear things out in his head, though he was very, very dizzy
Lets see...i was on my computer looking up something, the cops came in, had a flashbang...tied me up and now im in a car...
A cop looked at him, and then pulled out a radio calling somebody named "Natasha". He groned and lent his back agnist the wall. He looked at his arms, which was slashed. He knew that he probably wouldn't hold his guns for a while.
THERE STILL ME MY BAG!
Frelav shot up, but banged his head aginst something and sat down. They pulled into the police station, where he was put in the inttergion room. He waited for that "Natasha" person to arrive.
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ooc: This is higher ups than Natasha, this is SOSOT, you're being taken to STIA
He was brought into the interrogation chair of the office where they tied him to the chair and a mysterious figure in Red Robings said to him, "Frelav as they call you right?"
As they where tightening him to the chair they were injecting him with various drugs with a syringe to his neck and arms.
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OOC: Oh, sorry. Didnt know.
"Yeah, my names Frelav"
He grimaced as the needles went into his arms
"What do you want from me?"
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He watched a man be dragged away by SOSOT agents as he went into his new room.
Have fun! he almost said, but he figured it'd be best not to get involved with the STIA. Moving a few chairs around, and looking at his non-Ozian watch, he saw he had about 4 hours left until work. He couldn't tell Ozian time, hadn't used it since 1989. Just converted the numbers in his head to the time of the rest of the world, and left it at that.
Henley went and got his things from the hotel he was staying at, checked out, and unpacked back at his place. Now there was only...3 hours left until work. This was going to be a long day. Let's go waste time down at the coffee shop, they did it on all those American TV shows and look at them.
"I'll have a cup of coffee, black." Henley told the waitress, sitting down at the counter and flipping around a newspaper ad to look for one of those "nifty little helicopters", as he called them.
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The STIA agent smiled, "No need to know what we need you for now, that's our little secret, what we injected into you were some drugs that block your judgment, you will tell us what we want." The other agents tied his head against the head rest and the man and the knots were tied in such a way that if he struggled they would just tighten him more, "While we're at it, let me introduce myself. I am Agent Kar of the STIA Civil Protection Agency. Right now you're going to feel a slight pain on your neck."
Then one of his assistants brought in a iron rod with a brand at the tip which took the shape of the crossed out mark of gaea. He then prodded the heated rod into his neck, burning the Ozian emblem with a cross out on his neck. (think my flag's symbol with an X over it, such a mark is a humiliating mark and mark of perversion. Some tend to stay away from you if you have it.)
Agent Vareski laughed as this little squirm just took the pain, "We have more fun to come, that was just the beginning my friend!"
He looked at Frelav's right hand and said to him "Was this the trigger finger that you shot people with and endangered the community with? I think I'll take it!" Taking a knife from his red robe, he sliced off Frelav's right index finger. He then got his instrument for ripping off finger nails and placed it on each of his finger nails, ripping them off one by one and laughing. At the end of it he laughed some more saying "It's almost time for supper and you need to get washed up!"
An Assistant threw a bucket of water on Frelav and another came in with food, "You need any words before you eat?"
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Karpov took the back way up to his room, there seemed to be alot of activity going on that was most likely none of his buisness. he was always careful there was no need to worry. he decided to take another shower before heading to bed.
why the barman? why did they want him dead? he was no threat, anyone could see that plain as Gaea will see his soul. the price on his head was way too big for such a smallfry. money is money but something is fishy here. i need answers. now i will have enough money for the next year and a half to live as i do. however i believe i shall use some of that money to entice some others to help me solve this mystery. why was the barman so important?
that night his only dreams were of the barman and the wonderful tales of his rather boring life....
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Natasha had been rattled while taking her bath when she heard the flash bang. Her ISZ-24 was resting by the bath, and her hand reached for it. A flashbang, that has to be SOSOT! Her hand quickly withdrew from her weapon, the last thing she needed was to be armed in front of SOSOT. She listened as her flatmate was wrestled out of his room, a smile crossing her face slowly. She finished rinsing her body and relaxed for a few minutes, wondering if they would come back.
She got out of the bathtub, feeling squeaky clean. She dried herself off, wrapping a towel around her head while putting a robe over her naked body. She looked at herself in the mirror and yawned, feeling an urge to yawn again after seeing herself. Now, now I need sleep, she thought, picking up her gun and walking to bed.
She slipped off her robe while looking out the small window, St. Oz city was so beautiful at night, a brilliant moon shone brightly in the sky while thousands of lights forced the stars to withdraw. She unwrapped the towel, scrubbing her hair roughly before folding it quickly and tossing it by her chair. She sat there naked in the moonlight with her pistol reflecting light which shone on her skin. The gun was warm, she kept it with her all day long. It was her closest friend. She kissed it softly before setting it under her pillow, throwing the covers over her and closing her eyes. She drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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"Yeah, F*ck you."
Frelav grinned at the officers, knowing that with that comment, they will give him more pain. He sat back in the chair, and tried to make himself comfy. He looked at Kar with defiance.
"Need me to say anything else?"
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waking up the next morning Karpovquickly dressed and armed himself. he was full of anxiety and questions without answers. he decided he needed to talk to the Dire about what had happened. he was sure that he might be able to shed some light on the subject, also he was probably the only person in all of the world he trusted with his secrets.
coming down the stairs he headed to get a cup of coffee and a pack of cigarettes. he sat down drinking his coffee and chain smoking. he decided to pick up a newspaper to read until the Dire made his way down. he waited for a few hours for the Dire to show up, it seemed urgent that he talk to this man who was so like a father to him and yet so uncaring about what he does for his rent money. eventualy he was alone with some Inglish blooded fool and a youngish woman who was tending to the counter. he decided to get some espresso this time....
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The Agent laughed at the hopeless prisoner and replied, "There are two bumpy roads that you can take, You have a choice of the short one and the long one. Each one leads to certain death. Now... Tell us the names of Gang leaders, including your own, and I will give you this medicine in the syringe for a quick painless death. If you refuse to tell me anything," He pulled out his knife with a maniacal grin, "I think I might draw a pretty picture."
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Frelav looked down at his shoes for a while. He slowly rose his head up, laughing very hard.
"Do you honestly think death is the worse thing you can do do me?"
He just kept on laughing, having a smug grin on his face.
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ooc: I don't think anyone could bear what is to happen.
IC: The Agent laughed "Pain is universal, nobody can avoid it, what we will do to you is nothing that your miserable mind could ever think up. But we'll do easy things first"
With Frelav tied and secured to the chair, only limited to movement of his neck he had his assistants put video screen glasses on his head. A new instrument to their tortures. The video screen that was worn like glasses showed pictures happiness and togetherness. The procedure was called the Painful Utopia. The victim views pictures of happy things while the performers of the torture inflict pain on the person. The first thing that they did when they turned on the video screen of children playing in a pool, a sunset, and a family hugging was breaking his fingers by pulling them all the way back. Then the Agent took a nail gun and individually nailed each finger while bent back into the finger, then the flesh of his hand, and then stuck to the wood. The agent then asked him, "Were you planning to run? How can you run if your... stuck to the floor?"
He shot more nails into his feet and had them stick into the wood of the floor. He shot them repeatedly to make sure they were stuck to the floor, he asked him "Still don't want to tell me?"
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"Ahhhhh!!!! Gaeav pri'gamae praz!!! Lia fa'dreso! LIA Fa'dreso!!!"
(Ozian Editing for correct cultural swearing for the English equivalent of "AH! F*CK! GOD DA*N MOTHER F*CKER! I'LL TELL YOU")
Frelav began to spill out all the info he had on the Gangs. He looked down, knowing that hes going to die.
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The Agent then smiled and said, "Pleasure doing business, Gaea will meet you now.."
He stuck the syringe into his neck, injecting the drug that would kill him quietly. He pulled out a Zuavka Cigar from his pocket and lit it up, then instructed to one of his assistants, "Help him smoke this since his hands have become useless."
He then instructed to the others to wait for him to die and clean it up, he set the nail gun and the empty syringe on the table in the concrete interrogation room. He thought to himself, I believe it's meal time...
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Natasha woke up rather slowly, the open window illuminating her figure. She looked at the time and methodically put clothing over her body. She looked outside, something told her it might get a little chilly today, maybe into the twenties. She wondered if she'd see snow this time of year, as summer slowly drew to a close. She looked to her boots, still scuffed, and took them with her to the living room where all her flatmates walked as they went downstairs. She threw herself into a rather large chair, the upholstery was a bit warn and a bit of dust puffed into the air as she sat.
Her eyes watched the dust float around the room before her attention was drawn to her boot polish and the cloth and brush that were her tools. She quickly got to work in the quiet room, her police ushanka watching her from the table. She was finished within minutes, and she smiled at her reflection. She tied her hair back in a ponytail, tied her boots, and placed her ushanka on her head. She rose steadily, everyone seemed to either still be asleep, or maybe downstairs. Natasha still had some time to blow, she wouldn't mind a muffin and coffee. Something with cream...
Her boots hit the stairs heavily and she entered the bakery quietly, moving to the counter where she encountered the same man as before, only this time he didn't smell like alcohol.
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Karpov looked the woman up and down very calulating. definately with the police, perhaps she can help me out. i don't want to tell her though unless i can get her at my mercy or can at least be convinced that she won't arrest me.
"good morning, would you like to sit down with me for coffee? it's my buy as long as company of a housemate does no offend you."
he gave her one of his rare smiles which just didn't sit right on his face. he extinguished his cigarette in an ashtray and awaited her response. not bad looking for a cop, perhaps they think it will stop someone from putting a bullet in her skull if they think its a pretty face on the skull.
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Zeriev laughed at Karpov, "You never have bought for anyone before, what makes you so nice today eh? Anyway, how're you doing today Natasha? You seem renewed as opposed to yesterday when you forgot I was in the room."
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Natasha blushed deeply, pulling her trenchcoat closer around her body. He better forget about that... she thought. She turned to this Karpov, her face still flushed a deep red, and smiled shyly. "Yes, I could use a drink. Something sweet." She looked at his smile, it seemed crooked. At least it wasn't forced, or she thought. Her mind seemed to wander momentarily, she wondered if this man was thinking anything which involved her taking off clothes. As long as he doesn't try anything. It'd be sad to have one less flatmate. Zeriev might be upset and charge me more.
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The landlord laughed a bit more and said, "I shouldn't prod you about that occasion, I won't bring it up again. Anyway, I've got many things that are sweet, you two want my homemade Zuavka muffins? I'm out of coffee today though, I'll have to go buy some more beans, we've been low this year since Nerdic got the boot, but I have plenty of tea straight from Mor'os."
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"Ah, yes I'd love some tea. And Zuavka muffins sound delicious, I do enjoy sweets. It's too bad imported candies are hard to come by." Natasha frowned before turning back to Karpov. "I'll sit with you as long as you don't mind the company of an officer," she smiled back to him. "And don't worry, I don't shoot below the belt... often," Natasha joked shyly, she had been in police training since she was two, but she still tried to keep her social skills alive.
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Karpov pulled out a large wad of money and handed it to the Dire. "for what we want and i like to talk later." he turned to the woman officer gesturing her to one of his favorite seats. he pulled out the chair for her and then seated himself. he looked into her eyes with a calculating stare.
"so you are new? i would like to know your name as i buy you tea and muffin. also would like to know if you know anything about what with that bar that exploded? see barman at this bar was old chum of mine. i believe he was murdered and i wish to know why someone would have him killed he was only simple barman no?"
Karpov sipped at what was appearently the last cup of coffee. he awaited her response stoicly.