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Half-Life NPCs ([personal profile] smelltheashes) wrote2008-09-15 10:57 am

Annabelle Newfield

The gunship is coming, but the sound fades away, and the street gives way to darkness on all sides.

"Missss Newfield."

A piece of that darkness detaches itself, stepping forward. The light comes up on a figure in a grey business suit, his face pale and gaunt, his light greenish eyes not quite right. He has no visible weapons, only carrying a briefcase.

"I hadn't expected anyone to be stepping into thisss... particular scenario. Let alone someone in your peculiar position. I must say, this is a surprise. Under other circumstances, we might have come to an... eh-eh-eh... agreement of mutual benefit. But as it stands..." His largely lipless mouth turns up at the corners in an almost rueful smile that never quite reaches his eyes. "... well, I'm sure you can understand my hesitation. It's quite a pity, really. The opportunities lost..."

He cants his head fractionally, glancing at Annabelle with a single eyebrow cocked.

"But there's no sense crying over every dropped egg."
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2008-09-15 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Part of Annabelle's mind is going "Oh hell, not again" as the world goes black. Most of her mind, however is tripping all the fight options in the fight or flight response section.

When the thing in the human suit steps out of the shadows, he immediately has a Hell pistol pointed between his eyes. (He can't be human after all, he's too far in the Uncanny Valley for that.)

Annabelle snarls out, "Who the Hell are you, and what makes you think you have the right to abduct me against my will!"
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2008-09-15 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
The amusement is not winning him any brownie points.

You can see the struggle going on between the desire to shoot him between the eyes and the realization that she doesn't know how to get back.

"I don't know that the effort would be wasted," Annabelle says acidly as she lowers the gun. "It would make me happier." She glares at him, "But it's difficult to get answers from a corpse."

"Why did you yank me out of the fight to...wherever we are, and what kind of agreement are you talking about?" Annabelle doesn't know about Gordon's experiences with this "man".
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2008-09-15 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
The explanation about seeing what happens when the moment ends is...not reassuring.

That, however, pales when he explains that he's clearing away complications.

"Complications..." Certain conclusions are reached, accurate or not, "You... you're involved in orchestrating this abomination, aren't you!"

The gun is coming up again to fire in a heartbeat. Whatever happens to her as a result, this monstrous spider's web needs to be destroyed. Whether she gets the chance to fire...well, we'll see.