((i lost my connection yesterday afternoon, and got stuck with no CoV, and my main char, Big Lunk, unable to do some IC promises he made.... so i had to come up with an excuse :P
here it is))
Lunk stumbles through the portal network into the apartment. it was late. very late.
His left arm hanging limp from a bloody shoulder His idea earlier in the day of teasing Echo, and leave her wanting, had backfired, and it hadnt taken much for her to turn the tables on him, and that amount of 'frustration' just made Lunk careless.
Lunk whinces in pain and drops his trenchcoat from his shoulders, and walks to the bedroom, leaning on the wall for support. Getting into the museum was easy. so was finding the exhibit. setting off the alarms was never a problem, he normaly of just fought his way out anyway.
Where he went wrong was turning his back on an open door without any form of shielding. It started to go downhill from their, starting with a back full of buckshot.
Lunk peals his shirt off, blood dripping from his back. He drops it to the floor, and several peices of shrapnel still caught in the material clink against the stone floor. Wounded, and in shock, Lunk had made a grab for his prize, disposed of the guards, and made his excape. With such serious wounds, he had thought to himself, escape on foot would be a bad idea. It had taken moments for him to find a vehicle worth stealing that would hold his immense frame.
Lunk unwraps a makeshift bandage from his left forearm, and drops the bloodied rag at his feet, revealing a forearm stripped of skin, almost down to his metalic bones. Having got onto the freeway, Lunk assumed he was home free. Unfortunatly, he hadn't taken into account the severity of his wounds, and the drowsyness the blood loss had caused.
After swerving violently, he colided with an oncoming frieght lorry.
Lunk looks over to the bed, takes the ring from his pocket, and looks at it.
Rubbing a swollen eye, he speaks to himself "I hope your worth this, Beutiful."
Lunk turns back towards the bathroom, but only gets as far as the step before loosing conciousness.
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Lunk wakes up early. Still dark. Pushing himself up from the step with his right arm, he rubs his face with his left, still not healed from the night before, smearing blood down his face.
"Oh god, i feel like hell"
His arm still held heavy, and his gait stumbling, he walks to a set of drawers, taking several obects from them, and wrapping them in a bath towel.
Heading towards the exit, he taps the code for lot 9796 into the teleport grid, and steps through.
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The flourescent strip lights of the base's tech labs flicker into life, and Lunk lays out his tools on the bench. Screwdrivers, soldering iron, fishing line, bayonet knife, pliers, metal dish, a bottle marked flamable, tape, and a small welding torch.
Concentrating, he tries to build a charge in his left hand. Sparks fly wildly, bouncing off nearby metalic objects. Lunk picks up one of the screwdrivers, runs it across the back of his hand, measuring for a specific spot, and jabs it through the still bloody flesh. A few turns later, the errent charge still flickering from his hand forms an orb, knocking the screwdriver from his hand, and slowly disapating.
Lunk twists the lid off the bottle with his teeth, and pours it into the dish. Taking his lighter from his pocket, he ignites it, and it burns with a bright white flame, which he lays his knife across.
He tries to lift his left arm. Still sluggish in his movements. Picking up his knife, hot from the flame, and cuts into the flesh of the joint, gritting his teeth in pain. Placing the knife back down, he reaches into the cauterised wound, and pulls the flesh back, revealing metalic bone, and a mechanical joint. Lunk pokes two fingers up into the flesh of his shoulder, searching, and retrieves a peice of wire from it, which he feeds into the joint, and solders back in place.
After a few moments sewing the shoulder together with fishing line, Lunk turns to the automated workbench, and lies face down across it, revealing a back covered with small black lumps under the skin.
He taps a command procedure into the panel beside him, and one of the bench's mechanical arms, equiped with an electromagnetic bar, swings across. Buzzing with power, it runs the length of Lunk's back, and tears the pellets from the skin as Lunk yells in pain, and blood wells up in the dip of his back.
Lunk stands, leaving a trail of blood behind him, grabs the towel, and tapes it across his back.
After bandaging his left shoulder and hand, which he tucks into his belt for support, he picks up his things, and leaves.
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Lunk pulls the curtains open.
There was a reason he had this room at the Giza on permenant reserve, and this was it. Sunrise over St Martial.
He pulls the sofa round to face the window, and leans back on it.
"Today would be a good day to take the morning off", he thinks to himself. "dont let Echo know where i am, and just kick back and relax"
He shudders at the thought of Echo's reaction to all the blood, combined with the pain he's already in.
"Yeah.... a good day for a break"
Lunk closes his eyes, and leans his head back.
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((and remember folks, for villain based roleplay, you can find representatives of the "european villainous immorality league" at the bar in Pocket D's most nights of the week ))
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His idea earlier in the day of teasing Echo, and leave her wanting, had backfired, and it hadnt taken much for her to turn the tables on him, and that amount of 'frustration' just made Lunk careless.
((i lost my connection yesterday afternoon, and got stuck with no CoV, and my main char, Big Lunk, unable to do some IC promises he made.... so i had to come up with an excuse :P
))
here it is))
Lunk stumbles through the portal network into the apartment. it was late. very late.
His left arm hanging limp from a bloody shoulder
His idea earlier in the day of teasing Echo, and leave her wanting, had backfired, and it hadnt taken much for her to turn the tables on him, and that amount of 'frustration' just made Lunk careless.
Lunk whinces in pain and drops his trenchcoat from his shoulders, and walks to the bedroom, leaning on the wall for support.
Getting into the museum was easy. so was finding the exhibit. setting off the alarms was never a problem, he normaly of just fought his way out anyway.
Where he went wrong was turning his back on an open door without any form of shielding. It started to go downhill from their, starting with a back full of buckshot.
Lunk peals his shirt off, blood dripping from his back. He drops it to the floor, and several peices of shrapnel still caught in the material clink against the stone floor.
Wounded, and in shock, Lunk had made a grab for his prize, disposed of the guards, and made his excape. With such serious wounds, he had thought to himself, escape on foot would be a bad idea. It had taken moments for him to find a vehicle worth stealing that would hold his immense frame.
Lunk unwraps a makeshift bandage from his left forearm, and drops the bloodied rag at his feet, revealing a forearm stripped of skin, almost down to his metalic bones.
Having got onto the freeway, Lunk assumed he was home free. Unfortunatly, he hadn't taken into account the severity of his wounds, and the drowsyness the blood loss had caused.
After swerving violently, he colided with an oncoming frieght lorry.
Lunk looks over to the bed, takes the ring from his pocket, and looks at it.
Rubbing a swollen eye, he speaks to himself "I hope your worth this, Beutiful."
Lunk turns back towards the bathroom, but only gets as far as the step before loosing conciousness.
--------------------------------------
Lunk wakes up early. Still dark. Pushing himself up from the step with his right arm, he rubs his face with his left, still not healed from the night before, smearing blood down his face.
"Oh god, i feel like hell"
His arm still held heavy, and his gait stumbling, he walks to a set of drawers, taking several obects from them, and wrapping them in a bath towel.
Heading towards the exit, he taps the code for lot 9796 into the teleport grid, and steps through.
-------------------------------------
The flourescent strip lights of the base's tech labs flicker into life, and Lunk lays out his tools on the bench. Screwdrivers, soldering iron, fishing line, bayonet knife, pliers, metal dish, a bottle marked flamable, tape, and a small welding torch.
Concentrating, he tries to build a charge in his left hand. Sparks fly wildly, bouncing off nearby metalic objects. Lunk picks up one of the screwdrivers, runs it across the back of his hand, measuring for a specific spot, and jabs it through the still bloody flesh. A few turns later, the errent charge still flickering from his hand forms an orb, knocking the screwdriver from his hand, and slowly disapating.
Lunk twists the lid off the bottle with his teeth, and pours it into the dish. Taking his lighter from his pocket, he ignites it, and it burns with a bright white flame, which he lays his knife across.
He tries to lift his left arm. Still sluggish in his movements. Picking up his knife, hot from the flame, and cuts into the flesh of the joint, gritting his teeth in pain. Placing the knife back down, he reaches into the cauterised wound, and pulls the flesh back, revealing metalic bone, and a mechanical joint. Lunk pokes two fingers up into the flesh of his shoulder, searching, and retrieves a peice of wire from it, which he feeds into the joint, and solders back in place.
After a few moments sewing the shoulder together with fishing line, Lunk turns to the automated workbench, and lies face down across it, revealing a back covered with small black lumps under the skin.
He taps a command procedure into the panel beside him, and one of the bench's mechanical arms, equiped with an electromagnetic bar, swings across. Buzzing with power, it runs the length of Lunk's back, and tears the pellets from the skin as Lunk yells in pain, and blood wells up in the dip of his back.
Lunk stands, leaving a trail of blood behind him, grabs the towel, and tapes it across his back.
After bandaging his left shoulder and hand, which he tucks into his belt for support, he picks up his things, and leaves.
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Lunk pulls the curtains open.
There was a reason he had this room at the Giza on permenant reserve, and this was it. Sunrise over St Martial.
He pulls the sofa round to face the window, and leans back on it.
"Today would be a good day to take the morning off", he thinks to himself. "dont let Echo know where i am, and just kick back and relax"
He shudders at the thought of Echo's reaction to all the blood, combined with the pain he's already in.
"Yeah.... a good day for a break"
Lunk closes his eyes, and leans his head back.
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((and remember folks, for villain based roleplay, you can find representatives of the "european villainous immorality league" at the bar in Pocket D's most nights of the week