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smelltheashes) wrote2008-09-15 10:57 am
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."
"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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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.
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The darkness falls in his wake, and then the world is filled with blazing green light...