Post by thanatos on Jun 14, 2012 9:17:26 GMT -5
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[atrb=bgcolor,DDDDDD][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: 000000; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center]take all the filth that remains,[/style] |
[style= width:460px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/zP6HN.png); color: FFFFFF]Mahogany Town. Now there was somewhere he’d never been before. Then again, he hadn’t been all too many places in Kanto or Johto since he first came to them less than a year ago. After poking his nose into places where some would have preferred he not, he found a center of ‘social events’ that was more his specialty. Black Market. Underground rings. All things that reminded him of what he used to do for a living. It came off to Thanatos as odd that of all places, something like Mahogany Town – which didn’t seem too impressive this way or that – would be a center for some of the darker things under Lux’s watch. His flat mouth split into a grin that was admittedly damn scary, only adding to the somewhat crazed look in his eyes that had grown for as long as he’d been sitting on the stack of crates in the corner of the small building, listening to people talk and scuffle. Guns and knives had been flashing all over the place, being held up as threats to people that didn’t take their owners seriously, and the subject of money had come up more than once. This was his kind of place. Ever since he effectively took control of the weapons circuit in Sinnoh, Thanatos had craved more power. Something of more authority that would bring him a flow of income. Not that he needed money, he just wanted it. His greed was all too clear, and it was the only reason he was here. If the people gathered before him were anything like those in Sinnoh, this would go simply. After sitting on his perch above the heads of everyone else and staying quiet, Thanatos had practically blended into the shadows of the dimly lit center shop of the Town. He was perfectly content with getting to know his enemy before he made a scene. For the most part, there appeared to be two factions beneath him. In the world of the underground, who you allied yourself with was who had the most power, and if your leader said you could hire yourself out, you sure as hell should. For some reason, though, two factions seemed to have surfaced to settle a conflict. Tensions were high, and Thanatos was able to pick out the two leaders easily enough. They were both ready for a fight, one with a knife, one with a gun, facing each other as they seemed to deliberate things. Let’s get this party started. Thanatos subtly drew one of his pistols from where it was strapped against his chest. A silencer from his pocket was fitted over the barrel and he held the gun beside his leg, effectively concealing it from most eyes that risked seeing him. His pinky pulled down on the trigger, and a shot was fired. Straight into the chest of one leader. Then a second shot, just to the right of the first in the same man. Suddenly, chaos. Thanatos was quick to get off his crates and stand behind them, letting the people in the room sort things out with false accusations that would have stood no chance at all in any official realm. Shots were fired left and right, and Thanatos relished the sound, occasionally shooting people of his own. It took a few minutes, but the commotion effectively died down and Thanatos stepped out from behind his crates, the second pistol in his hand. The remaining men on the other side of the room saw him. They’d made the mistake of putting their guns away, as it seemed all members of the opposite faction were alive. One’s hand flashed for his hip. ”Don’t think so.” His movements were swift, and the guns crossed before him fired three bullets each, the four men that had remained fell to the ground. Whether they were dead or injured, Thanatos didn’t care. It was time to collect his winnings. Putting his guns and silencer away, he appeared to be nothing more than a skinny, suited boy in the middle of what had just been a shootout. But, of all things, he was raiding their wallets. I.D. cards, cash, and bank cards were what he was after. He set to work, all the while occasionally chuckling to himself. People were stupid. [/style] |
[style= color: FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/zP6HN.png);text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px]TAGS Smiles as Ariana COUNT 719 NOTES uhh, I guess she can walk in because she heard the rukus? don't try matching length if you dont want to XD [/style] |
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