Melissa Frost (lady_hood) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-08-22 13:27:00

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anya stark, crosshairs, inactive - beetle, inactive - melissa frost, inactive - molly hayes, npc team - weapon x, plot-"the uprising", plot-"wayward children"

A Party to Die At, er...For. (Five hours before the meeting)
Melissa wasn't sure if she could like Boston; the city was nice enough, but it just didn't feel as alive as New York City. She rolled the black hose up her leg, then strapped her combat knife to her thigh. She really didn't like going into a job without her guns on, but she'd at least worked out a way to get those and her hood to her at a moment's notice.

Once she's dressed, she stands up and goes over to the small table where the map of Benedict Kine's estate is laid out, along with a few pieces of Kelly's guns, some markers, and a a white chocolate mocha.

"Okay, babe. So, let's go over this plan one more time..."

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Re: An hour later

goesbothways
2010-08-26 02:24 am UTC (link)

"Awww, that innocent eyes thing is pretty good. Now, if you'd showed any of those girls who cried and begged for compassion or mercy any, or perhaps I thought you could really reform, having had a moment of clarity about how your victims feel..."

She smiles, taking out a bowie knife and starting to cut him out of his clothes.

"Actually neither of those things would help you. Even if I weren't a heartless bitch with a twisted sense of humor, I've been paid to make sure that you suffer on your way out."

She finishes stripping him, before taking out a canteen and splashing him liberally with its contents.

"Now, see... I know you normally just feed your victims to the hogs on those occasions you're a little too rough with them, and pay the farmer enough to sleep /very/ soundly. And admittedly, being eaten alive by pigs would be a painful, horrible way to die.... you already know, obviously, that given the right stimuli, pigs will trample, tear apart, and eventually consume almost anything, including human flesh - and these have been well conditioned to that end. But, back to our science lesson, did you know that hogs also have 18 inch penises, Mr. Kine? 18 inch penii shaped like corkscrews... and I just doused you with hog pheromones. Chemistry lesson... there's a reactive chemical I included with the pheromones. After a few hours, the pheromones will wear off, and /then/ they'll eat you. The only question will be if they'll have trampled you or, erm, gored you to death by then. Either way, your bodyguards won't even be looking for you for longer than that, and no one at the party is expecting you, thanks to my girlfriend."

She leads him to the edge of the fence, and gives him a little push.

"Real shame you can't even scream." she replies, taking out his cel-phone and taking a final picture of Kine as the hogs close in with his camera phone, sending it to the number her employer gave her as proof she did the job she was given with suitable flair.

"Good bye, Mr. Kine."

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Re: An hour later

ng_hellfire
2010-08-26 02:41 am UTC (link)

Benedict Kine falls down into the muck of the pig sty, splattered with all manner of disgusting and as much as he should be alarmed, he can barely form a coherent thought.

The mud is cool against his burning skin, and the Boston air is feels good in his hair. Candy...or was it Cindy?...she was so nice to take off his clothes for him.

There's something he was supposed to do tonight, somewhere he was supposed to be...wasn't there?

The sound of the hogs is the last thing he hears as he tries to remember what was so bloody important about tonight...

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