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Post by antonarkins on Jul 25, 2008 20:53:31 GMT -7
The three men stood still as the elevator rumbled to life and began to head down with a loud whirring sound.
Anton sighed, and shifted slightly in his solid handcuffs. "Well this blows," he muttered to himself as they began to sink below the floor.
“Hey...is this really necessary?” he asked aloud, muffled through a leather face guard. He shook his hands and feet, rattling the cuffs around them.
"The prisoner will be quiet until we have arrived at his lodging," a young straight laced man next to him said, a slight quiver in his voice. The man stared straight head, away from Anton, but Anton could tell he was young...and nervous. The young man was white, with a finely shaved head, and was wearing a suit that likely cost more money than the man made in a year.
"The B.P.R.D. issues suits?" Anton asked calmly.
The young man turned around, his eyebrow raised. "How did you know that?" The young man said somewhat quietly. "It’s a nice suit. Too expensive for you. Plus, you’re wearing it wrong," Anton said calmly.
"Quiet kid. And shut up Arkins," the man on Anton’s other side said sternly. This man was older, sterner, unafraid. He had a full head of black hair, and was a bit heavyset.
"Arkins. Oh I like that, sounds far more formal than Anton," Anton continued, as though they were having a polite conversation, "Do you think that's what they'll call me down here?"
With a loud grinding sound the elevator came to a sudden stop, as it did, Anton purposefully bumped into the young guard, who was too busy steadying himself to notice.
"Ah crap, what now?" The older guard asked aloud as he pulled his phone out of his coat. The younger guard looked about the large elevator confused, and Anton sprung into action. The key he had swiped from the young guard was for his leg-cuffs, and he bent down swiftly to undo them before standing back up, he’d worry about his hands later.
"You know, you guys should really pay better attention," Anton said to the young guard as the elevator suddenly roared back to life.
"What do you mean?" The young guard asked innocently, and Anton kicked the leg-cuffs at him. He turned swiftly, as the older guard was already drawing his gun, and slammed the older man in the throat with both his palms. He spun again, cracking the young guard with his cuffed hands, and then turned back to the older man. He went at this as quickly as he could, cracking the older man in the face again, before slamming the young guard twice with his cuffs.
The older guard drew his gun entirely as Anton came down a second time on the young guard’s head, but before the older man could aim and shoot, Anton had grabbed his hands. They fumbled for a second, but as Anton had the surer footing and wasn’t already stunned by several blows to the head, and he disarmed the older guard. He turned, pressing the older guard into the wall with all his weight as he pointed the gun to kill the younger man, but the older guard caught a solid blow to Anton’s temple, and the shot missed by a wide arc.
Anton stumbled, but swung the gun briskly across the older guard's face, breaking his nose, and sending him crashing to the floor. He pointed the gun down at the unconscious man's head and just as he was about to squeeze the trigger...the elevator doors opened.
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Post by piercehawkins on Jul 25, 2008 21:37:59 GMT -7
Sitting in the library, Pierce Hawkins was sitting back, and relaxing after a rough day of training. His shoulder still hurt, and his knee was killing him, but he wouldn't let that stop him.
At the sound of gunshots, Pierce's hearing went wild. At first, he cringed, but then he gained control over his senses. Gently shutting the book he was once reading, he tried to stay calm. He knew what they would tell him.
' Agent Hawk, stay put! Let the professional agents handle it! '
But, they all knew that wouldn't last long. Eventually, his curiosity would take control, and he would have no choice but run to the happening.
Three
Two,
' Don't do it Pierce, its not a very good idea ' He demanded himself within the depths of his mind.
It was no use
One
He shot up-wards, and tossed the book onto the side table, gently. Quickly, he dashed out of the library, and used his spectacular senses to find his way toward the sound.
Then at last, he reached the open elevator shaft, where he froze at the sight of the violent scene. Eyes wide, he was like a deer in the head lights.
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Post by antonarkins on Jul 25, 2008 23:14:53 GMT -7
Anton paused, looking up at the sound of someone arriving. "You have wings," he said bluntly, staring at the new arrival, "They said it'd be weird and yeesh...they weren't kidding were they kid?"
Anton was lucky, the kid, had frozen in place, fear etched across his face. He could work with this. Anton brought his hands up to the leather mask over his mouth, motioning to keep quiet. The young guard moaned suddenly, attempting to rise to his feet, and Anton swiftly stepped foreword and kicked him with all his might. The young man's head flung back and he collapsed to the floor with a thud, he was unconscious.
As quickly as possible, making sure to keep an eye on the bird boy, Anton bent down to the older guard, his fingers darting into the man's coat pockets until finally he produced the key for his handcuffs.
"No talking birdy, or the suits get it, alright?" Anton said calmly, stuffing the gun under his arm and undoing the handcuffs in one fluid motion.
He flipped his wrists about for a second, before snatching the gun and pointing it at Hawkins. With his free hand he undid the leather mask around his nose and mouth.
"Alright then, that was easier than I thought. Now stay calm, I don't want to shoot you. Not really at least. I'm going to ask you some questions and you're going to answer them real quiet like. Okay?" Anton began, he paused staring Hawkins down, and continued without waiting for a response. "Now who do I have to see to get these bracelets taken off eh? Who's in charge around here?"
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Post by Frankie Guidicini on Jul 25, 2008 23:28:15 GMT -7
Frankie closed the door to her room and tucked her latest finished novel underneath her arm as she once more made the trek back to the library. Since returning from Russia, Frankie had made herself a challenge to see how many books she could read in the library before and if she was transferred again. She had so far made a pretty good sized dent in the literature in her opinion, and she was aided by the down-time between missions and training.
As she rounded a corner, she saw one of the other agents stop before where the elevator doors were, his expression one of shock. She sniffed and detected gunpowder penetrating the dead and sterile air of the BPRD. "Great." Frankie murmured. She immediately added the factor of the shocked agent and the scent of gunpowder as bad news. Lucky for her, she was wearing trousers today instead of a dress, so her leg-thorns wouldn't be caught up in the folds of her skirt.
With the sound of a knife slicing cleanly through meat, thron-shaped bones ejected down the sides of Frankie's arms and the back of her hands. She had to tug on the material of her long-sleeved shirt to ensure that the thorns made it through safely, and then she kicked off her shoes. With the same sound the thorns ejected down the front of her knees and the back of her feet, quite like the spurs of a chicken's feet. She was just readjusting her trousers for the thorns to make it cleanly through that whomever was in the elevator stepped out. Frankie quickly darted around the corner and peeked one eye around.
>>"You have wings," he said bluntly, staring at the new arrival, "They said it'd be weird and yeesh...they weren't kidding were they kid?"<<
Inhaling deeply, Frankie began doing the only thing she could think of doing to take whatever that man was down and possibly helping those whom were already hurt. Using her spurs and the thorns from the back of her hands, Frankie plunged them into the wall and scaled it before making it up to the ceiling, hanging on with all her might. "I should start working on upper body strength in the gym..." She thought to herself.
>>"No talking birdy, or the suits get it, alright?" Anton said calmly, stuffing the gun under his arm and undoing the handcuffs in one fluid motion.<<
Frankie was trying to figure out how best to move along the lightly colored ceiling in her dark clothing without being noticed long enough to pounce on the guy. She peeked around the corner one more. She couldn't see any crafty way to do so...she'd have to make a bound for it and hope for the best.
>>"Alright then, that was easier than I thought. Now stay calm, I don't want to shoot you. Not really at least. I'm going to ask you some questions and you're going to answer them real quiet like. Okay?" Anton began, he paused staring Hawkins down, and continued without waiting for a response. "Now who do I have to see to get these bracelets taken off eh? Who's in charge around here?"<<
"NOW!" Frankie yelled in her head before swinging her way around the corner, un-imbedding her thorns from the ceiling, twisting herself around in mid-air, and falling on top of Anton. "That would be me." She hissed as she swooped a thorn arm for Anton's throat, not to penetrate flesh and bone, but to hold him at bay and maybe get Hawkins to get some more help.
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Post by antonarkins on Jul 26, 2008 0:13:20 GMT -7
Anton cursed himself silently as the woman landed atop him. He had heard the sound of her moving...at least now he knew what that sound had been. He should have been more prepared. "Ow. Well...guess this place will be keeping me on my toes eh?" He asked her peaceably, shifting slightly under her small frame. His shifting had put him in the right spot, he could escape now...barring that she didn't have more weird tricks up her sleeve.
"You don't have super-strength or anything I should worry about do you?" He continued with a smile, and then systematically pushed her up and himself away, flipping up away from her and pointing the gun between her and Hawkins. The movement had afforded him a small cut on his neck, something that clearly didn't bother him.
Anton backed up slightly, his face deadly serious, until he felt the back of his foot reach the young unconscious guard. He squatted down, not taking his eyes off the two, and pocketed that guard's gun as well, stuffing it into the waistband of his prison-jumpsuit. He stood back up, keeping a steady aim on Frankie, the gun pointed directly at her knee.
"Hey, you're cute. Too bad about the weird spike thing though eh? Must be such a turn off for the fellas. Now don't move, that goes for you too birdy, either of you move and the cute brunette gets it alright? Now I'm only going to ask one more time before I shoot one of our unconscious friends here in the head. Who do I have to see to get that bracelets off?"
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Post by piercehawkins on Jul 26, 2008 9:47:35 GMT -7
' Oh, nice move bird brain, reeaallly nice ' Pierce said to himself in his head as he stood frozen still. Still keeping his mouth shut, he shifted his body so he was standing straight. Staying quiet was easy for him, in fact he could even do it without having a gun pointed at his head! So, he remained calm.
Then, there was Frankie. He heard her from around the corner just moments before. Frankie would do something, something important at least. Before making another move, he waited.
Bam, the action began. Out of the abyss, was Frankie. But then, she had a gun pointed to herself as well.
You could see the excitement drop from Pierce's body as he drooped slightly. His folded wings lowered an inch
Biting his lip slightly, he raised his hand slowly. " I .... can " He murmured, sinking back a tad bit.
Pierce had read Tons of books on security bracelets and hand cuffs, ext. How to pick locks, How locks work, Locks and how to use them, Security tools, and of course the B.P.R.D Manuals which had quite a bit of information. The list went on and on. Surly, he could get a pair of handcuffs off.
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Post by antonarkins on Jul 27, 2008 20:56:49 GMT -7
Arkins eyed the bird boy, a frown on his face for a second, but then nodded to him.
"Guess I shouldn't be surprised that the freaky birdy thing has magic eh? Kinda makes me wonder how many people have the "gift" in this d**n world aye?" He said with a smile. He held one of his arms out, away from him, and then swiftly moved from pointing the gun at Frankie, to Pierce.
"Righto birdy...actually...why don't you tell me your name? But come over here and have a look at my little magic-limiting bracelets aye? I don't know how to get the d**n things off you see, and they prevent me from using my magic so you know...bit annoying and all that. Now, you only get so close alright? You grab me weird, you try to attack, you make a move I don't quite like...and I'm going to shoot you alright? I don't want to shoot you per say, so don't make me." He said, still smirking slightly.
"And that goes for you too gorgeous,' Anton continued, winking at Frankie, "You make a move and your little bird friend is going to have a bit of a living problem you follow? You ever seen a man get shot? Messy process, if the shooter wants it to be. And oh I'll want it to be a messy process. I'll pop him right in the neck and then you and me can just watch all the blood and life just pour on out. And I don't think you'll want that on your head will you?" Arkins finished, flashing Frankie a brilliant smile, that under different circumstances might have been nice. He then looked back over at Pierce, still keeping Frankie in his line of sight, and waved the boy on over toward his outstretched hand.
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Post by Frankie Guidicini on Jul 27, 2008 21:15:51 GMT -7
Frankie hated it that the man had managed to throw her off of him and that she didn't even do a reasonable amount of damage to him. Her face was set in a scowl (it usually was when she was 'working' anyhow) as she flew backward and flung an arm out to steady herself so that she wouldn't fall backwards. One of her thorns bit into the wall and she stood straight as the man backed towards the unconscious guards and trained his gun at Frankie's knee. If he shot, well, gunshot wounds to the knees sure were painful as hell, but she'd deal with it.
>>"Hey, you're cute. Too bad about the weird spike thing though eh? Must be such a turn off for the fellas. Now don't move, that goes for you too birdy, either of you move and the cute brunette gets it alright? Now I'm only going to ask one more time before I shoot one of our unconscious friends here in the head. Who do I have to see to get that bracelets off?"<<
Great, a smart aleck. Frankie grimaced and assessed the situation. The nearest emergency button was probably in the library, and she couldn't think of anything to do that would garner help. Pierce offered to remove the man's handcuffs, and Frankie couldn't see an alternate decision at the moment. "Go ahead, Pierce." She baded quietly, looking down at the younger guard and back at the man. If the guy needed magic inhibitors, why was it that whomever sent him here didn't ask for a heavier guard, or even HB or someone else to escort him? D**n bureaucrats were probably the ones to blame.
One could see how irritated Frankie was at the current situation with the way that her thorns bristled, making slight clicking noises as they moved. In a less crowded space with the possible casualties of people that Frankie were not close to, Frankie would have taken another course of action, preferably attacking the man and incapacitating him, no matter who got in her way. Frankie did not comment on Anton's question, but instead said, "I hope you know, sir, that if you do anything to hurt any of these men unprovoked when you have said you won't, I will come after you, consequences and casualties be d**ned."
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Post by piercehawkins on Jul 27, 2008 21:32:51 GMT -7
At the other man's comments, he scowled as well. Crossing his arms he rolled his eyes. With another sigh, he started to walk cautiously over towards the other male. Then, he stopped, digging around in his pocket for a moment.
" Yeah, magnets.... Fine quality bird magic " Pierce said with another roll of his eyes, taking his arm gently at Frankie's permission.
The magnet quickly attached itself to the bracelets, causing Pierce to sigh in relief. Then, he focussed his hearing on the lock of the bracelets. Smoothly, he moved the magnet around the cuffs. Then, moments later, there was a click, followed by a plop as the cuffs fell to the floor.
" There, there off " Pierce said, looking to the male, backing away slowly. With the gun pointed towards him, Pierce had to stay very calm. Luckily, having quite a calm, normally quiet nature, this was easy for him to do. Keeping eye contact, he finally stopped. His wings flapped once or twice as Pierce shifted his shoulders, trying to loosen up and calm down a bit.
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Post by antonarkins on Jul 27, 2008 22:02:56 GMT -7
Arkins stared blankly at Pierce as the boy moved a magnet around the bracelet. The first one fell off with a soft click, but didn't even manage to hit the floor before it went zooming back up and attached itself securely to his wrist again. The bracelets flashed, and the clasp looking device that was holding them seemed to suddenly disappear...apparently Pierce's actions had taught them something.
"Yeah. Great. Fantastic. Come here you moron," Arkins said with a scowl and then clocked Pierce across the face with his gun.
"Did I say 'Use a magnet to get them off?' No! I said use magic and remove them! They're magic inhibitor bracelets. Magic (He paused.) Inhibitor," Anton said in a purely annoyed fashion.
"You really don't think I wouldn't have tried something like that already? When I first got them they had normal little safety clasps on and were about half as thick. So of course I took them off, and then they came back locked. I picked the lock, so they came back with a magnetic lock. I tried cutting them off, they came back thicker than before. I want the correct way to remove these bracelets, and I want it now. If you don't know how, then take me to someone who does before I just start shooting your stupid feathery ass." He said with a slight frown.
Anton then grumbled to himself, grabbing Pierce with his free hand and standing him back up. "Now don't cry, you'll have a bruise, maybe a busted up nose, but at least I didn't just shoot you. Kept my word and all that," he said with a slight laugh.
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Post by Frankie Guidicini on Jul 27, 2008 22:18:33 GMT -7
The clicking noises from Frankie's thorns became louder. "What did I say, sir?" She asked Anton sharply. "You are treading on dangerous ground, and it is not his fault that the lovely bureaucrats that run this fine establishment have found a way to outwit any attempt of getting those cuffs off!" She inhaled sharply. "Trust me, sir, I am very close to disregarding the safety of anyone here at the moment, especially yours if you keep man-handling my acquaintances!"
Frankie tightened her hands into a fist and thought. "The only person I could think of that would have the ability to maybe remove those, sir, and that is a very thin maybe, would be a suit. Even then I don't think that we'd be able to remove those cuffs so that you could go about whatever business you want to, and then there would be the business of you getting pass all of the agents and levels in this lovely place. So why don't you calm down and let's get you in a nice containment cell?"
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Post by piercehawkins on Jul 29, 2008 9:54:25 GMT -7
Pierce shifted his jaw, then wiped away the bloodstream from his now bleeding nose. " How was I supposed to know it wouldn't work? " He grumbled under his breath as he stood up.
Pierce got this feeling in his gut, this very very very very obviously possible feeling. This guy wasn't going to come just like Frankie had said, was he?
Like the great ones say, no shit sherlock.
" Frankie, thats going to work very well this guy " He stated. " I get this feeling " He said sarcastically, " That he's not going to come easy "
Sarcasm. Something Pierce had picked up by the members of the B.P.R.D. Even if it wasn't used often by Pierce, it came in handy every once in a blue moon.
His wings flapped again, folding themselves behind his back as if trying to blend in. That didn't work too extremely well now did it?
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Post by antonarkins on Jul 29, 2008 23:05:53 GMT -7
Anton sighed loudly, a frown beginning to appear on his face.
"I am...okay you know I've been pretty nice so far. I could have just shot all of you and sung a jaunty tune as I ran about this place looking for someone proper to take hostage. But I didn't. I decided, 'Hey, be nice for once Arkins, these folks are just doing their jobs, so make them help you, then take off and leave them be.' And this is what I get, politely gruff conversation with some hot British chick calling me 'sir,' and some stupid little bird boy who's going to have a broken leg to go along with his broken nose if he keeps up the sarcastic quips," Arkins said, his tone clearly annoyed.
"Okay, okay okay, keep calm Anton," Arkins muttered to himself, his foot tapping irritably, "We'll just try a new tactic. Firstly, you, birdy, cuff the unconscious guards together - but upside down. One guy's hands to another guy's feet and vice versa. Then gag their mouths with their ties or something, tie them around their heads. Meanwhile, me and the pretty brunette are going to have words, alright?"
He shoved Pierce toward one of the motionless guards, and swiftly turned to Frankie. He smiled at her, somewhat apologetically, and then in rapid succession fired his gun into each of her knees. As the girl was presumably falling downward from the sudden loss of her legs, Arkins stepped forward swiftly and sent his boot directly into the face - in effort to knock her out.
With Frankie presumably incapacitated, he moved back toward Pierce. "Hurry up there Birdy, then you and me are going to go...explore," he said with a dark smile.
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Post by piercehawkins on Jul 29, 2008 23:25:14 GMT -7
Pierce bit down on his lip, then tried to think. There was no way he could bolt now, he would have to think of something. Then, as he was pushed toward the two unconscious guards, a plan came into process.
He did as told, and quickly began make the sadistic man's plan take place. Cuffing them together, upside down, was quite easy for him. Then, he easily removed each of their ties, and gagged them each like a good little hostage.
' Sorry guys ' Pierce thought to himself, standing straight.
The sound of Frankie's knees being injured severely caused him to wince slightly. That Had. to hurt. A look of sympathy, deep thought, and nervousness was on his face. What was this loco going to do next? Slaughter the whole B.P.R.D ? He obviously wanted those cuffs off though, and by god he was determined to do just so.
Wiping the blood off of his hands and on to his pants, he looked back at the upside down men. Keeping his mouth shut, he looked back to Frankie, still trying to think over his next plan in his mind.
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Post by antonarkins on Jul 29, 2008 23:44:05 GMT -7
Arkins snatched at Pierce, smiling at the awkward position he had put the guards in. He grabbed the young man by the back of the neck and pushed him down so he was forced to look toward the ground. Anton then forcefully pressed the barrel of the gun to the back of Pierce's head.
"Alright then Birdy. Time to lead your good pal Anton around," Arkins said, the cheer clearly returning to his voice, "Hmm...can I say 'Take me to your leader,' or is that too cliché?" He paused, actually bothering to think over such a ridiculous sentiment, but then suddenly jostled the mostly silent Pierce, "Ah who cares, take me to whoever's in charge alright? Or you could just tell me to 'go to hell' and I can shoot you in the back of the head now. Your call kid."
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