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Post by $Cash Money Inc.$ on Oct 14, 2007 23:44:02 GMT -4
Joey's eyes have been glued on the scene at hand ever since she picked up that phone. He was slowly getting agitating not knowing what was going on, only for that anger to be replaced by immense worry just after he heard Silvia speaking...
Chri$ is completely oblivious to all of this, as he tosses article of clothing after article of clothing over his shoulder, trying to find that jacket.
Tick... tick... tick...
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Post by The Trigger on Oct 14, 2007 23:57:23 GMT -4
"Oh Miss Banks... A silver platter...? Don't compare someone of my expertise to you're filth... Please do 'vatch your tone 'ven you speak to me... The ones you hold dear to your heart.... I hold their lives in the palms of my hands... If you say the 'vrong thing... My finger may get a little itchy 'und perhaps .... slip.... 'Und I'm sure you 'vouldn't 'vant that now... Do we Miss Banks...? 'Ve 'vouldn't 'vant any of that... Do we...?"
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Post by ~*Miss Silvia Banks*~ on Oct 15, 2007 0:09:30 GMT -4
Vrong thing? Listen here you... You said the "vrong thing" by mentioning my Damian in such an ill-mannered tone... I've warned you and I'll do it again... you hurt my Damian... and I'll have your...
Finger? She froze in place... wondering what this man meant by that. This man appears to be playing the puppeteer... snips away from cutting the strings that give "life." Her tone changes from that of anger to one of desperation.
No... no... please! What is it that you want? Money? I'll play you whatever you want. Do you hear me? Just please... don't. I... don't...
She had answered his question, her brow slowly starting to glisten...
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Post by $Cash Money Inc.$ on Oct 15, 2007 0:14:32 GMT -4
The stress is literally killing Joey... Was someone stalking Damian? She had mentioned money... was he kidnapped? My god... it couldn't be, he thought.
Chri$ took a second to think where he could have possibly put that godforsaken jacket. He wouldn't be looking for it if it wasn't like 10 degrees below zero outside. That's what he gets for coming to Canada though...
Tick... tick... tick...Chri$: [glow=orange,2,300]Maybe it's in this closet?[/glow]He spots a door within the confines of the small room. He makes his way over to it, jumping over the mess he had made...
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Post by The Trigger on Oct 15, 2007 0:24:41 GMT -4
"Ah.... I see that I've got your attention..."
The man reached forward and grabbed a hold of what appeared to be the controller to something. There was but two button on it. A green one and a red one. The man held it in his lap as his smirk grew. Mind games, you've got to love them. He shook his head and continued...
"Money...? Ha! Don't patronize me 'voman... You think you can buy your little group out of this predicament 'vith money...? No... You must not care that deeply about these people if you're trying to negotiate 'vith money... No... Money is not an issue Miss Banks... I'm sure you could pay me a lot but... That's not the issue.... You see... Lives hang in the balance and I'm the one who decides 'vether they live or die... You're going to have to come one better than that... Even though it doesn't matter 'vhat you try to bribe me 'vith... You're loved ones... You're family... They've reached a point of no return..."
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Post by ~*Miss Silvia Banks*~ on Oct 15, 2007 0:33:51 GMT -4
She has always been known for being quite the negotiator... but higher stakes were hanging in the balance... As much as she didn't want to admit it, she wouldn't be winning this one. Just the mere thought elevates her level of desperation another notch higher...
PLEASE!! I... beg you. Don't hurt anyone else... please. I'll do whatever you want... just tell me... what you want and I'll oblige.
He even dared to question her love... for her family and friends. Tears begin to weld, but she tries to keep them at bay. If she lost control... she'd pay for it, and dearly...
Why? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?!?!
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Post by $Cash Money Inc.$ on Oct 15, 2007 0:40:46 GMT -4
Dollaz knew that this was going in the WRONG direction... and fast at that. He needed to get his brother and Silvia out of here... something just wasn't right. He experiences a sharp yet momentary headache. It's that vibe him and his brother have shared since he could remember. He stands and begins making his way around the couch...
Tick... tick... tick...
Ca$h trips over one of Silvia's bags... then gets entangled in one one of her blouses. He falls to his knees...
Ca$h: [glow=orange,2,300]Damnit![/glow]
Tick... tick... tick...
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Post by The Trigger on Oct 15, 2007 0:52:07 GMT -4
He shook his head in disappointment of this woman. He thought she had more brains than this. Guess he was wrong.
" Hmmpf... 'Vhy...? 'Vhy Miss Banks...? 'Vhy not...? 'Vhy not go on a killing spree...? What makes you're family's lives anymore valuable that I shouldn't kill them...? I mean... Come on Miss Banks... Don't make yourself look like a fool... You of all people should know 'vhy I'm doing such things as this... Think about it... Think real hard... I'm sure you can come up 'vith an answer after giving it some thought... "
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Post by ~*Miss Silvia Banks*~ on Oct 15, 2007 1:03:00 GMT -4
She saw what she could through the television... and several of the dealings her friends were involved in. But Damian always kept her away from it, whether he did it to protect her or keep her from getting involved... she knew it was because he cared for her. However, there were some things she didn't know about... but being the articulate woman she is... she could imagine...
Because we're bad people? Be that as it may, sir... there's something that will never change... We are in fact PEOPLE, whether good or bad... You think yourself as a savior? In the right? Just? The wrestling world's Robin Hood? Some of us may be playing God here, sir... but you are doing just the same. What makes you any better?
Eep... she couldn't believe she had again spoken to him in such a tone. She was trying to have him reconsider... her subconscious just overpowering her in that moment. She stood silent... until she saw Joey walk past her and walk toward the room where Chri$ had been in for quite some time now...
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Post by $Cash Money Inc.$ on Oct 15, 2007 1:09:06 GMT -4
Tick... tick... tick...
Ca$h had finally freed himself from the grapevine-like hold one of Silvia's blouses had on both his ankles. After shouting his usual obscenities, he dusted away any wrinkles and proceeds on to grabbing hold of the closet's doorknob.
Dollaz: [glow=orange,2,300]Chri$topher![/glow]
...had called Joey as he neared the smaller room.
Ca$h turns the knob and opens the door, then hearing Dollaz calling for him.
Ca$h: [glow=orange,2,300]Sup?[/glow]
He looks over to the entry way into the main room, not realizing what was before him.
Tick... tick... tick...
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Post by The Trigger on Oct 15, 2007 1:27:21 GMT -4
"'Vhat makes me any different...? Pfft... I never said I 'vas any different. Personally Miss Banks... If you must know.... I love 'var... I love 'var so very much. It leaves a 'varm feeling in my heart 'vhen the enemy screams in agony 'und pain. It moves me 'ven I remember the sight of one of my target squirms and crawls as they gasp for their last breath. You think I care about 'vhether I'm a good or bad person...? No... No Miss Banks... No... I care not about good or bad... If the price 'vas right... I would even go so far as to take out the leader of any country..."
He laughs to himself as he think of what he has just said. He shook his head and broke into a louder laughter. He picked the remote up off of his lap. Staring at it as he holds it up to his view. Staring right at the green button. That smirk on his face returns. He needed some excitement. He grew weary of this dialogue with this woman.
"This conversation bores me... But... I won't leave you empty handed.... Oh no Miss Banks... I'll leave you with something that you can remember me by... Be sure to hang this phone up... And listen real close... Make sure there's no sound whatsoever in that room... You'll find a present... Ciao..." He simply closed the cell phone without giving Miss Banks a chance to respond back. And a moment later.......... He pressed the green button on the remote. A smile crosses his face in satisfaction. He had the feeling of a job well done.
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Post by ~*Miss Silvia Banks*~ on Oct 15, 2007 1:34:24 GMT -4
A present within the room!?!? Her eyes widened in sheer terror...
No wait!!
The line had gone dead. The phone slips from her hand, crashing to the floor. It was too late. Joey had turned back to Silvia, just about a feet away from the entrance of the back room of the Familia's locker room. Her face had gone ghostly white until...
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Post by $Cash Money Inc.$ on Oct 15, 2007 1:59:30 GMT -4
Ca$h: [glow=orange,2,300]I'm looking for my jacket! What is it...[/glow]
Tick... tick... TICK!
The last of the series had completely caught the attention of every single person within the locker room... especially Chri$'s. His mouth drops, finally realizing that the ticking sound he had been hearing wasn't in his head.
Ca$h: [glow=orange,2,300]Oh sh...[/glow]
Everything goes white... and seconds later? The explosive power of grade-A C4, bundled neatly together, had blown everything within that small room to kingdom come.
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Joey's last thoughts were of his brother before he ricochets off of the expanding surge of energy. He's literally blown right out of his boots, his vision replaced by a blinding white light. Silvia couldn't even see Dollaz coming straight at her, the denotation being that of a lobby's scale... debris, fire, and smoke overwhelming the room and the nearby hallway and neighboring rooms. The foundation of the locker rooms vicinity is literally shaken as Silvia and Joey fly into one of the presiding rooms, its walls torn apart by the blast. They both crash against the far wall, that was near toppling, both ridden of consciousness...
Meanwhile... someone outside had witnessed the aftermath of the explosion just at hand...
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Post by Laura De'Icco on Oct 15, 2007 2:13:52 GMT -4
She sat staring at the ceiling of her car in the parking lot. Almost as if attempting to conjure enough courage to enter the building where even more of her family members were. She had seemingly sat there and avoided the inevitable. She had to inform them that perhaps it was better...If they left Toronto immediately. As much as she loved seeing them again it would destroy her if she knew something happened to them after they only made the trip to be reunited with family and friends.
After a long sigh her hand slowly reaches for the door handle, preparing for her exit from the vehicle when...BOOM!!!!!!!!!!
A sudden explosion of sounds seemingly surrounded the vehicle, the impact from the blast almost shaking the very foundation of the building. The explosion almost knocking Laura to the ground before she could make the full exit. She momentarily regains her balance, glancing up frantically towards the building to see...It torn to shreds almost. An immediate look of shock and panic crosses her face as she looks on in horror, the tears already forming in her facial features as she fumbles pushing the door further open to make an exit finally from the car.
What she saw once making it to a full and upright stance once more...Was horrific...Her breathing was borderline hyperventilating...Unable to move as she just knew...She knew that Silvia and perhaps even the boys were inside...She was frozen...Her person completely turned into stone almost...She knew there was no way anyone could survive such a thing...And as she slowly realized what it all meant, the tears began to flow even more effortlessly down her cheeks, cupping her face in her hands as within seconds her hands were filled with the traces of mourning for her family members seemingly...Now...Gone in the blink of an eye...
Her vision remained locked on the now fiery and burning building still attempting to make even the slightest move when suddenly...An approaching sound made it's way into audible range...Laura's vision still not wavering in the least as the entire scene seemed to burn like a beacon in the night...
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Post by "The Standard" Damian Juarez on Oct 15, 2007 2:26:38 GMT -4
The wheels of the approaching limousine skid against the gravel, finally coming to a forcecul stop. It didn't take the person sitting within its confines to hurry in opening the door on his own. Damian Juarez... who just stood there motionless... emotions running wild within his person. He's in complete and utter disbelief... until he sees yet another person looking as devastated as he was. He's speechless... the only word that can be actually read from his lips is her name... Silvia...
He runs toward the destruction as best he could, paying no mind to his limp that finally catches up with him... and causes him to stumble to the ground. Never had he felt so defeated... He crawled against the cold gravel, hoping everything would be alright... Alas... it wouldn't...
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Post by Laura De'Icco on Oct 15, 2007 2:42:23 GMT -4
She watched as Damian exited the vehicle, her face dropping even more as she could only imagine his thoughts and emotions from the sight before them both...She watched his efforts...Which were all for noting at this moment in time...There was nothing neither of them could do to help their family members...Her heart dropped even lower it seemed as she watched him stumble to the ground below, knowing at least a slight bit of the feeling he was encountering at this very moment in time. Helplessness...
She readily approached him after retreiving his cane, the tears still streaming and panic in her voice as she seemed to be screaming over the phone in her hand, attempting to call...Someone...Someone who could help, yet deep down she believed there would be no such thing at this moment in time. She took her place beside him on the gravel below, the cane momentarily placed against the hard surface as her free hand attempted to assist him to his feet...
Da...Damian...We have to...We...
But no more words came...What was she to say to the man at this moment in time? What could possibly console him? What could even dull the extreme pain he had to be feeling from what he had just witnessed with his very own eyes?...
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Post by "The Standard" Damian Juarez on Oct 15, 2007 2:53:18 GMT -4
Silvia... please... don't leave me...
Using Laura and his cane for the added support, Damian stands back up. He couldn't think of anything, but wanting to see her... safe and unharmed. He freed himself from Laura's grasp, walking slowly but steadily toward the building.
Silvia... I'm coming... please... hold on... and be okay...
Fire trucks and the city's law enforcement had begun arriving at the scene. Damian made it inside, into the turmoil caused by the explosion, leaving Laura with a choice...
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Post by Laura De'Icco on Oct 15, 2007 8:28:42 GMT -4
Laura stood in confusion, glancing towards the path Damian had begun following and the approaching fire trucks. The constant rumble of their tires against the hard pavement a harsh reminder of just how severe the situation at hand actually was. She was faced with a decision immediately. Follow behind her friend with hopes of perhaps saving the ones she...Admittedly knew couldn't...Have survived or...Wait for the help to survive. Only a split second could pass before her decision was made, her steps immediately began to carry her into the rubble as well, knowing that if there was at least the smallest of chances to see her friends in one piece and safe...She'd risk it right here and now. And then...
...FADE TO BLACK...
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