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Post by pornstar on Oct 12, 2007 0:31:21 GMT -4
"Sorry. Trying to come to grips of how you seem to put him on the backburner. Won't mention it again..."
He felt like shit over that, but, hell... he just had to know. Amnesia's a tricky subject as it is...
"Well, hopefully where we're going while we're in the somewhat general area can help bring some light. I want you to remember too... I just... yeah. Fucked up situation."
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Post by Lilith on Oct 13, 2007 0:28:02 GMT -4
"Tch...
There better be a real good reason you're dragging me along to that place Buck, a trip down a memory lane I don't remember is useless to me."
Lilith looks out the window and sighs harshly, bastards. Memory lane was starting to look more and more like a useless waste of time. How were they going to find a woman who had money and obviously at the moment, didn't want to be found. Lilith knows herself if SHE was the one missing? Nooooooooooo one would find her firmly taught ass, not happening.
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Post by pornstar on Oct 13, 2007 0:40:29 GMT -4
"Only one way to find out, now, hm?"
He doesn't say much, thumbing through his wallet for the Googled address. Hopefully they find anything of use there.
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"Don't tell me this was a fuckin' wasted trip..."
Jason sighs, slamming his truck door shut. They drive a good half hour north from their unknown destination to see... absolutely nothing. A clean foundation, no burnt lumber... no fallen pile of bricks. Just cement, a garage and pole barn to the west of the house, but the house itself? Gone. Already...
"I mean, seriously... who the fuck has a completely burnt down house cleaned up in like, what, three weeks tops? I've seen shit sit for fuckin' years... Something's up. If this bitch popped him... my money's on her gettin' rid of any evidence like, immediately."
He shuffles through the leaves, looking around at the wooded land. One glance into the foundation's basement gave him the indication that NO answers were to be found there. Planting an elbow through the glass on the side door of the garage, Jason opens it, flicking on a light. He's a little surprised that the place still had electricity. So they can get rid of the house... but not the utilities? Thievin' bastards. He walks around Jon's Mustang, still parked, not towed away, a few small boxes were set on shelves.
"Sorry I'm breakin' and enterin' in the property that you prolly lived on and don't remember..."
He exits the garage, looking over at Lilith. What was he even looking for anyways? Any sort of clue that Jon may have been on the Fam Regime hitlist? Seeing it all with his own eyes? He wasn't even sure if he knew as he headed towards the polebarn. [/font]
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Post by Lilith on Oct 13, 2007 0:59:14 GMT -4
"... Fuckin' pathetic.....
Screw this."
Lilith rears her leg back and kicks the door of the garage clean in, fuck breaking windows. Lilith steps over the new splinters and looks around with a sigh, the hell was all this shit. She snorts and scuffs her foot around the floor slowly before coming to a stop in front of the Mustang. Lilith leans against the wall behind her and puts her right foot up on the grill of the car.
"Oh yeah... lots of evidence here Buck, a muscle car and a garage. I'm convinced now."
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Post by pornstar on Oct 13, 2007 1:15:29 GMT -4
"Well, lets check the barn then..."
Jason was already en route to it. Polebarn seems more like a hangout place anyways, hell, maybe anything whatsoever could be found? Diary of what happened or his mental state, see if he could have even done this to himself? Personal things? Hell, maybe even some things that Lilith could use to help out her amnesia. Didn't matter to him. Just something to not make this trip worthless.
"See... kicking a door down is cool and all... but..."
Jason sprints towards a side door of the polebarn, slamming into it. It doesn't budge, most of it is metal. His face breaks the glass though.
"FUCK!"
Wiping some blood from his head, he reaches in, unlocking the door and swinging it open.
"No laughing... ow..."
A piece of glass got him really good too. Once again, lights work in here, and the place was definately more personalized. Hell, there was even a gun rack that Jason started jimmying the lock to.
"I dunno why, but I'm sure we could use one of these if that psycho bitch decides to laugh in my face if she were to off me."
He walks to the wall, finding a Dominik Hasek autographed goalie stick and takes a good whack at the lock, the closet opens.
"Sweeeeeeeet...."
The weapons were unloaded. Not that it mattered, ammunition was in the doors anyways. He grabs a 12 guage, holding it in front of him...
"Hey, Lilith..."
*cha-CHAK!!!*
"RESPECT MAH AUTHORITAH!!!!!"
At least he thought it was funny. Jason scopes out some more of the locker, looking to his left. A row of pictures were there. Jason grabs them, thumbing through them as he shoulders the shotgun. Him and Lilith, him and that Punk guy, even him and Vegas were in there. A picture of Lilith and Jon with her engagement ring was on the top.
"I think this dude like, worshiped you or something... he's got like, pictures of you everywhere."
He looks around, trying to see where she was. [/font]
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Post by Lilith on Oct 14, 2007 5:12:55 GMT -4
Lilith follows Buck into the pole-barn and looks around for a second before blinking once or twice. Hm. Interesting. Lilith runs her fingers against the walls before walking over to Buck and grabbing the pictures out of his hand, she glares at him and walks over to the far wall, leaning against it while she looks through them slowly. Despite not wanting to admit the travesty of truth that Lilith was slowly about to have crashing down around her, Buck was right. At least 95% of the pictures in this place were of her and Jon. Other friends and such, including Vegas and the Regime. Yet the majority... was without a doubt, of the 'happy couple' everyone but she herself could remember. Lilith looks at one of the pictures closely and squints her eyes before a massive migraine sized headache flashes in her body for all but a three second period. Lilith cringes before closing her eyes and slamming her head back against the wall behind her. The impact causes her to groan, but more importantly.... Lilith hears a small 'click' of a sound.
"....
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She opens her mouth, about to call out to Buck.... but the moment dies as she slightly narrows her eyes at him basically having an adult nerdgasm over guns. Lilith rolls her eyes before turning around and running her hand over the surface of the wall. Sure guns were fun and such, but there were slightly more important issues at stake right now. Granted, it'd probably help Buck's obviously SMALL... self confidence, if he had weaponry to protect his pathetic body against this... she-bitch who seems to be gunning down Regimers. Lilith looks back over at Buck before knocking at certain spots of the wall carefully. Hm... 'click', 'click'. She kept hearing it, and it seemed to be random. Lilith could tell it wasn't a clock or bomb, both of those devices have continuous counting mechanisms. But this was... completely random. Lilith blinks in confusion as she presses her ear to the wall after putting the pictures away in her jean pockets.
"... The hell is that......"
Lilith slowly closes her eyes and begins to realize the sound is well... moving. She tries her best to follow it with her ear pressed firmly against the wall, but it proves to not help the aspect of being able to visualize mentally where the god-damned thing is coming from. She backs up from the wall and takes in a deep breath before running forward and slamming her foot against the wall. This is the point in which there is a loud screaming sound heard throughout the property. Even catching Bucky boy's attention. It's Lilith, shouting. She put all of the strength she had behind that thrust kick, and not only did she NOT kick clean through or even INTO the wall.... she didn't even scratch the damned wallpaper. Lilith drops to the ground and holds onto her right shin while hissing out through clenched teeth.
"Son of a BITCH!
That wall isn't fucking plaster I can promise you that!
Jesus Christ... FUCK!!"
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Post by pornstar on Oct 14, 2007 21:40:35 GMT -4
"What did you learn?"
Smugly, Buck shoulders the shotgun, shoving the revolver into his pocket. He's got a few shells for the shotgun in his pocket already, but has full on intentions of grabbing the entire cases of ammunition on his way out. Running his hand along the wall that just busted Lilith's leg, he notices that it's definately very, very sturdy. Rapping his knuckles on it, it sounds more and more like a metallic clunk. Jason loads a shell into the gun, taking an even stance before looking at Lilith.
"Stand back..."
*BOOM!*
The shotgun explodes a slug into the wall, shredding the wall paper and leaving a gigantic crater in the metallic foundation. Jason grasps the edge of the paper, starting to tear on it, gasping as he does.
"Fuckin' safe... Jeezus Christ..."
He's already loading another shell into the chamber before taking aim at what looks like could be the opening mechanism.
*BOOM!*
That did the trick, the door is shaken from its foundation. Jason grips under the edge, pulling back with a lot of his strength, the heavy ass door swinging open towards them. Jason doesn't say anything, but steps back aside of Lilith as both stare into this highly metallic closet sized safe... [/font]
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Post by Lilith on Oct 15, 2007 11:26:25 GMT -4
"....
Holy... shit....." [/size] Lilith pulls herself up by grabbing onto Buck's arm and using him as a push-off point. She stabilizes her stance on the ground before blinking once or twice as she stares into the giant ass safe. Lilith was in a happening of her life in which speechlessness had become more of a normal thing for her then she ever once thought possible. But still... damn. She leans forward and places her left hand on the wall that hadn't been shattered by the shotgun rounds with caution before peeking her head in a bit closer in order to perform a double take at looking inside. ".....
Jackpot....."Lilith was... a bit more confused then happy really. There was... well, a crap load of items within the safe. Most notably, the thing that caught her eye off hand the most... the money. The visible, money. She blinks a couple times before looking past that (Not easily done) to search for more items. Not many people can say they're able to 'walk in' to a safe. Lilith and Buck are now on that short ass list. She just shakes her head. Pride dictates she not say it aloud, but Buck was totally right. At least, she was starting to think he could be. Who commits suicide when they have a wall life sized safe stacked with valuables, be them financial or personal treasures? Lilith clenches her jaw tightly for a second while looking up at the higher rows of items in the safe. Something just didn't feel.... together. Not right, but together. ".... This ain't right.."Even Lilith could tell. She may not remember a damn thing about Jon boy, but she knew enough about who he was supposed to be to know.... this is just fucked the hell up. She taps her thumb against her thigh while totally ignoring Buck's motions. You ever have one of those spine chilling moments in life where you can almost feel some really bad shit about to happen? See the problem with that is, Lilith had been feeling that way since she got her memory back period. The feeling just multiplied in here... something is very bad. She turns around and looks out the safe door before running her fingers over some of the items, the various arrangement of items within the safe. "... Why would someone leave this behind if they supposedly took the whole damn house....."Lilith deftly asks the question without looking at Buck. Sounded like a damn good question to her. Sure the safes not in plain view or nothing but damn, if someone's gunning down Fam they must know a great fucking deal about everyone to get away with it in one piece. Lilith just keeps shaking her head every now and then. It's that feeling of... Deja Vu almost. But in... in a different way then usual. Rather than Lilith feeling as if she'd been in this situation before..... it's almost like.. she has the feeling.... of someone else from before. ".... Buck.. can we just get whatever we need.....
And leave... like......
Now."[/i][/center][/font][/color]
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Post by pornstar on Oct 15, 2007 13:15:13 GMT -4
He was already digging through the cash.
"Way ahead of you... those shotgun blasts probably woke someone's ass up..."
There was so much in here... it was sick. Jason shakes off any feelings of grave robbing, starting to realize that he was most definately right.
"That bitch... I hope she don't think we're here..."
He takes off his shirt, starting to use that as a sack to throw the money in before heading out of the safe and back to the gun closet. He throws a box of revolver and shotgun rounds into the shirt, grabbing six bullets out of the revolver rounds and loading the weapon.
"Make sure to grab some of that personal shit too... it's important to ya... you'll remember one day."
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Post by Lilith on Oct 17, 2007 19:59:48 GMT -4
Despite not liking to admit that anyone, anywhere aside from herself, could ever be right in any aspect of life....
Buck was definitely right about wanting to get the hell out of here ASAP. Lilith in turn takes her shirt off, stripping down her upper body to nothing but a bra. They didn't have garbage bags right now. She begins piling in items that won't end up shredding the shirt, into it. Some cash in first to be used almost as lining against the inside of her shirt in order for more items to be stuffed in without destroying the material. Firing off a 12 Gauge Shotgun, inside, twice in a row - would most definitely get someone's attention... if they were around to notice it.
After her and Buck are basically done looting the giant safe of both money and personal memorabilia, the two step out from the safe and scuffle out of the damn pole-barn. Lilith loads her 'bag' into the back of the wagon and hunches over slightly, panting. She wasn't tired she was... there was this anxious feeling. It was tightening up around her chest. The sound of Buck loading his 'bag' into the back of the wagon catches her attention before he comes over to check on her. The two turn back to face the vehicle, at the passenger side of it.
"......
No..
No no......"
Lilith freezes cold in her tracks. They hadn't heard a thing from within the safe, no sound... no smell. No searing metal wafted through the air. Yet... there was a dark.. darked then blood, red symbol; pressed into the side of the passenger side door. A symbol Lilith knew very well indeed.... with her shirt off it was all but in plain sight, the mark on her right arm. The mark on the passenger side door; the same mark all in all. It had obviously been burnt into the metal of Buck's wagon, there was no doubt. Lilith was nearly frozen in place, she couldn't move. Nor could she pay attention to anything Buck was doing or saying at this current time. She tried to, but failed.
She didn't, know what it meant. But you can kind of assume that when you're 'on the run' with someone who's affiliated with a group being picked off one by one, and a symbol matching one you have on your personal body ends up scorched into the vehicle you and the aforementioned person are traveling in.... it's most likely, a VERY BAD SIGN. Lilith backs up a step and begins to dart her head and body around. Looking for a sign of anyone, anything that could have done this. While she's in her frenzied state, Buck is busy doing something or other around the wagon. She can't even focus right now. She was totally freaking out.
"Wha... we.. w-... no bu.... but..
We have.... oh God.."
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Post by pornstar on Oct 17, 2007 23:36:57 GMT -4
Jason pokes his head out from the truck, having noticed something sitting on the passenger seat. A rose. A black rose... weird... the roses Jason had picked up for Candice on his delivery boy disguise were red...
"Hey, Lilith? You kill one of my roses?"
It didn't look like it to him, since the body of it was still strong, not brown and wilted. He looks over at her, seeing her state was quite alarming. Jason grabs the shotgun, loading in a shell and cocking it.
"What the fuck.........
THOUGHT YOU FUCKIN' SAID I WAS WORTHLESS, BITCH!!!"
Jason shouts into the darkening sky, training the gun in front of him. Thank god for a slight amount of light...
He drops to a knee alongside the truck, looking underneath. Nothing that looked like a bomb was strapped there. He pokes his head in the truck... nothing under the seats, nothing in the glovebox nor under the dash. Nothing in the bed... He backs out, keeping the gun trained in front of his sight, aside from when he glanced at Lilith to make sure that she was okay. He walked over to her, staring at the seared graphic on the side of his truck.
"Fuckin' Christ..."
Cautiously, he approaches it, the shotgun ready and able to blow a fucking hole in whatever stood in his way. He reaches up, opening the door, nothing happening.
"Lilith... we need to leave now... Get in the truck... I'm covering you..."
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