"GIVE HER BACK"
"Mr King, please, do not insult me. You know your position. We have nothing to negotiate"
I need her back, my baby. They'll hurt her...
"P-please I'll do anything, just give her back"
"I'm sorry Mr King"
Dean lay on the cold hard floor of his garage. Beaten half to death by a gang. He could barely keep his eyes open let alone fight for his life yet he persisted. Edging ever so slowly to the garage door provided way too much effort than he could muster. Getting there was the challenge, now... Just open the door...
His blood covered hands kept slipping on everything they touched causing him to come crashing down each try. It only further worsened his injuries.
"h-heeelp... Please" his cries were barely a whisper, nobody on the outside would hear him...
so this is where you die ey Deano? there he is again, a smug smile on his face it was only a matter of time, you made quite a lot of enemies Dean ol' pal. The past caught up he looked down at Dean, kneeling close to look him dead in the eyes this is all. Your. Fault
give
One last try. He needs to find her... He needs to... Dean slowly lifted himself up into a seated position on the floor against the door. He raised his hand over him and attempted for the door.
"AL...most..got..it" he tried to give himself hope. Failing every time.
His final attempt had him hook his index finger on the handle edge but darkness covered his eyes in an instant. Now knocked out cold and bleeding against the door to his possible survival. His life hung by a thread.
(que female rp partner, can approach this as you see fit
)
"Mr King, please, do not insult me. You know your position. We have nothing to negotiate"
I need her back, my baby. They'll hurt her...
"P-please I'll do anything, just give her back"
"I'm sorry Mr King"
Dean lay on the cold hard floor of his garage. Beaten half to death by a gang. He could barely keep his eyes open let alone fight for his life yet he persisted. Edging ever so slowly to the garage door provided way too much effort than he could muster. Getting there was the challenge, now... Just open the door...
His blood covered hands kept slipping on everything they touched causing him to come crashing down each try. It only further worsened his injuries.
"h-heeelp... Please" his cries were barely a whisper, nobody on the outside would hear him...
so this is where you die ey Deano? there he is again, a smug smile on his face it was only a matter of time, you made quite a lot of enemies Dean ol' pal. The past caught up he looked down at Dean, kneeling close to look him dead in the eyes this is all. Your. Fault
give
One last try. He needs to find her... He needs to... Dean slowly lifted himself up into a seated position on the floor against the door. He raised his hand over him and attempted for the door.
"AL...most..got..it" he tried to give himself hope. Failing every time.
His final attempt had him hook his index finger on the handle edge but darkness covered his eyes in an instant. Now knocked out cold and bleeding against the door to his possible survival. His life hung by a thread.
(que female rp partner, can approach this as you see fit
)
(I will reply when I get home from school.
"Go after them they said it won't take long they said" Sonne muttered bitterly as she walked towards the house where the people she was tailing had gone into.
Earlier that day she was just working at her normal day job, as a call center agent when she'd reseaved a call from one of her friends who she was indebted to for helping her in fixing a few things she messed up.
He'd told her about one of the old gangs they'd beaten up when they were in highschool, they were laying low until know where they started causing trouble again, "Insufferable basstards" he called them, a title that the two laughed at over the phone. Sonne, you have gotta trail those weirdos, remember that they killed five of our members, FIVE Sonne. he said which Sonne replied to with a groan, making the man smile over the phone at how easy to convince his ex was, unlike his flighty broad of a sister.
As quietly as she could, she followed the men and waited outside of the house, and when they walked out, she pretended that she was a passerby and immediately placed a tracking device on of the guys' necks. Good thing she was wearing shades or they would've easily known it was her.
After they were out of sight, Sonne hurriedly went into where she'd seen them leave, at a garage.
Carefully, she opened the door, scared that some weirdos with smoke grenades might be behind it. Wow woman, you've gone soft. she scolded her self mentally as she fully opened the door, only finding a battered body who'd probably fallen down after she opened the door or something.
"Oh, maybe he's dead." She muttered nonchalantly, kneeling in front of the man as her heels clacked on the floor.
Carefully, she checked the mans pulse, frowning at finding out that he was alive, great. More work.
Sonne rolled the man over so that his body would go right side up, quickly she went through scenarios in her bend on what to do, maybe she just had to give him CPR, pumpnhis chest or just slap his face hard twenty times.
Being the worst person to go to when in need of first-aid, she did all three while straddling the guy since she was comfortable with slapping or punching people while straddling them so they couldn't escape.
Earlier that day she was just working at her normal day job, as a call center agent when she'd reseaved a call from one of her friends who she was indebted to for helping her in fixing a few things she messed up.
He'd told her about one of the old gangs they'd beaten up when they were in highschool, they were laying low until know where they started causing trouble again, "Insufferable basstards" he called them, a title that the two laughed at over the phone. Sonne, you have gotta trail those weirdos, remember that they killed five of our members, FIVE Sonne. he said which Sonne replied to with a groan, making the man smile over the phone at how easy to convince his ex was, unlike his flighty broad of a sister.
As quietly as she could, she followed the men and waited outside of the house, and when they walked out, she pretended that she was a passerby and immediately placed a tracking device on of the guys' necks. Good thing she was wearing shades or they would've easily known it was her.
After they were out of sight, Sonne hurriedly went into where she'd seen them leave, at a garage.
Carefully, she opened the door, scared that some weirdos with smoke grenades might be behind it. Wow woman, you've gone soft. she scolded her self mentally as she fully opened the door, only finding a battered body who'd probably fallen down after she opened the door or something.
"Oh, maybe he's dead." She muttered nonchalantly, kneeling in front of the man as her heels clacked on the floor.
Carefully, she checked the mans pulse, frowning at finding out that he was alive, great. More work.
Sonne rolled the man over so that his body would go right side up, quickly she went through scenarios in her bend on what to do, maybe she just had to give him CPR, pumpnhis chest or just slap his face hard twenty times.
Being the worst person to go to when in need of first-aid, she did all three while straddling the guy since she was comfortable with slapping or punching people while straddling them so they couldn't escape.
*smack smack smack*
Dean awoke suddenly. Before he had time to say anything he felt another slap "hey woah ow!" he barely made out, another slap landed. "stop!" he said a little louder trying to force her off him.
Dean pushed himself up to a seated position. Keeping his left arm at a 90 degree angle so it wouldn't hurt. He was battered and beaten to a pulp. Blood dried into his shirt. Left eye black and swollen, busted bottom lip and a bleeding nose. He had a few cuts on his arms, shoulders and legs but the bleeding stopped a while ago.
"mind giving me a hand?" he asked holding out his right hand to be helped up.
Dean awoke suddenly. Before he had time to say anything he felt another slap "hey woah ow!" he barely made out, another slap landed. "stop!" he said a little louder trying to force her off him.
Dean pushed himself up to a seated position. Keeping his left arm at a 90 degree angle so it wouldn't hurt. He was battered and beaten to a pulp. Blood dried into his shirt. Left eye black and swollen, busted bottom lip and a bleeding nose. He had a few cuts on his arms, shoulders and legs but the bleeding stopped a while ago.
"mind giving me a hand?" he asked holding out his right hand to be helped up.
Sonne rolled her eyes at the man and helped him up, being careful to not touch any of his injuries, those things looked nasty.
"I have to bring you with me okay? You're the only one who'm they left alive the whole day. I need info about them on you." she said hastily, patting her hands on her black pencil skirt to clean them. "My name's Sonne by the way, mind if I call a friend over to treat you?" She asked, being mindful of the person's injuries, What's the use of someone who can give information if they're dead she thought to herself.
"I have to bring you with me okay? You're the only one who'm they left alive the whole day. I need info about them on you." she said hastily, patting her hands on her black pencil skirt to clean them. "My name's Sonne by the way, mind if I call a friend over to treat you?" She asked, being mindful of the person's injuries, What's the use of someone who can give information if they're dead she thought to herself.
Dean was mostly out of it. He was weak and tired, beaten and slow. He heard half of what she said but completely disregarded it "screw whatever you just said, go grab me the med kit from my office" he feebly pointed at his office door. Lifting himself off the floor he usat on a nearby metal chair "what a bloody mess..." Dean dropped his head back with a grunt, what a mess indeed...
"They didn't want to kill me because they want to mess with me" Dean lifted his shirt exposing his naked torso "they have something that I reeaaaaally want back, in fact they have something I'm gunna destroy them for taking in first bloody place" he made his shirt into a make-shift cast for his left arm "I need an army..."
"They didn't want to kill me because they want to mess with me" Dean lifted his shirt exposing his naked torso "they have something that I reeaaaaally want back, in fact they have something I'm gunna destroy them for taking in first bloody place" he made his shirt into a make-shift cast for his left arm "I need an army..."
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