Right! Today has been fun, somewhat. Caught up with one of my groups for the drama portion of my degree then came home to find that my George A. Romero dvds arrived today, all 6 major '...of the dead' movies! Then off for the first Shadowrun session of 2011 with some RP peoples! So all in all, a good day. Now, let's see if I can finish on a high with another installment of Recognition... I've had a little bit of feedback about yesterday's segment and people actually enjoyed it, much to my surprise, so I'm gonna see where this angle takes me. (Though I am full of a head cold at the minute, so if at any point I just repeat the words 'burble' or 'sponge', you'll know why...)
Tyler returned to his seat, his face became a mask of contempt for both Selene and her gun happy guard... "Fine, I'll listen. I imagine it'd be hard for me to say no at gunpoint." Selene smirked and leant forwards, resting her elbows on the desk and clasped her hands together. She rested her chin upon her balled hands and smirked that same false smirk. "So fiesty Tyler... I like that in a man." She pouted and winked. Tyler felt his anger subside a little, but he still didn't like this situation. "My organisation is simple. We train you, you do various jobs for us, you are rewarded... It's fair employment at its most base level." She paused and sat back in her chair, turning it slightly, "Although, admittedly the jobs you would be doing for me are somewhat less than legal in most respects, such as the common eyes of society, but we have become very adept at working underneath the radar." It was Cassie who spoke this time, looking up with a mixture of outrage and defeat "You want us to become criminals?!" - "My dear Cassie, you are already both criminals. You are both wanted for murder now. It is only by my intervention that you both would remain free, in a sense." Tyler and Cassie looked at each other. Tyler was familiar with the term 'Catch 22', his nostrils flared as he sighed. They nodded at each other "Fine," Tyler exclaimed, "We'll do it."
One year on. Tyler and Cassie had changed so much within their year. To all but the organisation, they had ceased to exist. They were like ghosts, operating under the cover of the agency. Their work had consisted of various tasks, but for the most part, it consisted of wet work - assassinations. Over the year, Tyler's hair had grown out so it now reached his chin and he also sported a scar on his left cheek; one bullet that almost terminated his contract, so to speak. Cassie hadn't changed much, visually. She still kept her hair of a similar length to usual, still tied back to keep it out of her face, but her eyes had lost that sense of depth over the year. She was always the quieter of the two, but recently Tyler had noticed that she barely spoke at all, and when on a job, she was practically silent. Their training had honed them, raising them to a peak physical condition, but had also left them in such a mental condition where they could cope with the anguish and lasting torment of what they had to endure and accomplish. This was similar to how they were 'drafted' initially; Selene had taken particular interest in them whilst at her club and had her staff take and effectively plant subliminal orders within their minds. It was this process of 'mind blanking' that allowed them to prove themselves and it was this process that helped them cope now. They never rememebered names. They never remembered faces. The one thing they couldn't forget was the pain... The screams...
So that's today's offering folks, I'm now gonna go home, curl up and watch zombie films 'til I explode!
Feedback always welcome.
Night all!
Craiggy.
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