Kasino Royale
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Post by Kasino Royale on Oct 22, 2007 14:44:58 GMT -4
+Finally he was ready to get the hell out of this place. The money safely placed in the box under his arm, he proceeded across the room towards the coat rack, receiving the nice leather piece Stacie had picked up from him a while back. Slipping into it within a matter of moments, and shifting the money box into his other hand, his cell phone placed into the front pocket of his coat he proceeded towards the door. +
+Before he could even take three steps in the direction of the exit, the small and faint sound of some sort of...Noise could be heard from somewhere in the room. His footsteps came to a halt suddenly, an eyebrow raising as he turned slightly, his eyes scanning the area before turning around fully to see if he could place the noise.+
What the fuck is that?...Damn J must have left...Something on in this sumbitch...*sigh*...
+Placing the box of money on the file cabinet directly beside the door, he proceeds towards the other side of the room, stopping just short of the back door exit, as he began looking around frantically to see just what was making that agitating noise. He stepped forward, moving a few boxes out of his line of vision, seeing nothing initially. He could tell it was somewhere close by though. He just didn't know where exactly. He continued on, moving damn near everything in that immediate vicinity as he began to grow more and more aggravated by the mere sound that whatever it was making that sound was making.+
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Stacie Wilson
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Post by Stacie Wilson on Oct 22, 2007 15:00:39 GMT -4
:: Stacie was getting aggravated...but she had to remain calm...she had too much to lose if she pissed this woman off. ::
" I know karma exists...I know very well. You see even though I know that I don't care what he did in his past...I've never asked...that's why he's never told me. As far as I care the past is the past...and I don't care about it. I want to focus on my future with him...and our child. The future is what matters...not the past. But since your so adamant about it...what did he do? What is so bad you not only have to punish him but me as well?"
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The Contact
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Post by The Contact on Oct 22, 2007 15:33:41 GMT -4
"Punish you? Well, maybe in the sense of perhaps hurting him would do so. Then yes, you are correct. But I find it very amazing that most if not all of you people have just simply completely ignored the signs clearly in front of you. His long time involvement with Mr. Genovese ALONE should be enough to inform you of his "past". If it even is still in the past. Once a monster always a monster I say. I'm sure you've heard of the Genovese clan Miss Wilson. THE most influential name in the history of organized crime. Or are you one of those ditzy women similar to what Mr. Genovese himself chooses to constantly congregate with? Put two and two together. Or do I ACTUALLY have to spell it out letter for letter to you? My God, why am I wasting my time with you, when I could just say the word and snuff his life out like that."
She smiles a devilish smile, peering down at the clock seated on the edge of the desk she sat motionless in front of, awaiting this poor mislead child to realize what she should have a long time ago.
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Stacie Wilson
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Post by Stacie Wilson on Oct 22, 2007 16:12:36 GMT -4
" Yes, I have heard of the Genovese family and no I really don't care what he did. Call me stupid if you want but honestly unless he was a mass murderer or rapist or child molester...what ever he did doesn't bother me. It really doesn't. I already said I know he wasn't an angel...Hell I knew that when I met him...that point has become all the more clear to me during our relationship. Yes I love him...but don't expect me to become a whiny little crybaby and beg for his life. I'll not give you that satisfaction because I know it won't matter if I do act like that...you'll still do it. Now won't you?"
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The Contact
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Post by The Contact on Oct 22, 2007 16:23:22 GMT -4
She could only chuckle at the woman's words before going on.
"Yes you are correct. There IS no way to save your fiance' as you refer to him as Miss Wilson. I merely thought that I could give you the pleasure of witnessing the act itself before your very eyes. By my calculations, you should be arriving at his new establishment within the next five minutes or so. Hurry Miss Wilson. You won't want to miss the show. It's going to be our most explosive showing thus far. My only regret is leaving an innocent child without a father. But, I know all too well that in war? There are casualties. I do hope you don't hold it against me?"
Once again a devilish laugh leaves her lips as she waits Stacie's next reply.
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Kasino Royale
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Post by Kasino Royale on Oct 22, 2007 16:27:26 GMT -4
Where the HELL is that freakin' sound comin' from...?...Shit...
+By this time he had damn near torn the entire room apart searching for the ever growing agitating sound. He had looked through file cabinets, the office desk in the center of the room, every damn where. Each time he thought he was close to finding it, he found nothing. The more and more he searched, the more and more he became agitated over the noise. That beeping sound was just becoming too much to bare by this point. It almost sounded like a damn alarm clock someone forgot to shut off after it went haywire. Almost reaching his boiling point, he stopped, his vision once again scanning the entire room, thinking of just where this shit could be coming from. He knew Stacie would be here within the next ten minutes or so, and he was sure she wanted to make haste in getting home and into bed. As did he himself by this time in the morning. Letting out a low sigh he decided he at least had time to search a few more places before saying the hell with it.
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Stacie Wilson
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Post by Stacie Wilson on Oct 22, 2007 16:36:40 GMT -4
:: Stacie was struggling to keep her composure before...but now? She flew off the handle. ::
" Hold it against you?...That's an understatement. You little psychotic bitch....you better pray to who ever you pray to that I never find out who you are...because IF...or WHEN I do? You'll wish you were the one blown up...Got it?"
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The Contact
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Post by The Contact on Oct 22, 2007 16:46:59 GMT -4
"Oh is that so? Hm. I'll have to relay that to my associates as soon as we meet again."
She quickly glanced down at the clock on the edge of the desk where she sat, just as seemingly the headlights of an approaching car?...Could be seen peering through the blinds a few feet from where she sat smiling from ear to ear.
"Oh! Sorry Miss Wilson, times up. Enjoy the show hm?"
And with that she ended the call, discarding the phone into the briefcase opened on the desk in front of her. Quickly standing up from her seat, she made her way towards the nearest window, gazing across the street...Towards the very establishment that would host this next explosive treat of theirs.
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Kasino Royale
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Post by Kasino Royale on Oct 22, 2007 16:48:09 GMT -4
Oh the hell with it. Jason's ass can deal with it when he comes in later today...+Giving up on the entire ordeal, he stands back to his feet after peering underneath a few of the file cabinets. Having been defeated in his search, he shakes his head as the look of agitation was still present in his facial features. Reaching over and taking up the money box again from the edge of the office desk he turned towards the exit once again. Then...+
*Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick...*
+The beeping noise had now begun a ticking sound. And sped up too. Raising an eyebrow he turns towards the back door exit, the sound radiating even louder now. Stepping quickly towards the fuse box behind the door he stared at it for a few moments, his mind wondering if he had finally found it. Placing the money box on the nearby file cabinet his face frowned slightly as he reached to open the fuse box. His hand movements were slow, as the sound of the metal door opening creeked a bit. Seconds later it was completely open for him to see all that was inside and then...+ Oh shit...
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Stacie Wilson
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Post by Stacie Wilson on Oct 22, 2007 17:26:39 GMT -4
:: Throwing her cell phone across the car in anger Stacie kills the engine to the car. Undoing her seatbelt she climbs out of the car. As she does...
[glow=orange,2,300]BOOM![/glow]
A massive explosion rips through the the club. The force of which knocked Stacie to the ground and blew in the windshield of her car. Laying on the ground Stacie slowly climbs to her feet. She knew no one could have survived that. Inside she wanted to cry...to scream...for her certainly lost love...but she couldn't. It just wouldn't come out as she watched what was left of the club burn. Slowly the tears started to come...only a trickle at first...but as the seconds passed they started to fall fatter and faster. She didn't want to believe he was in there but he had to be. As she watched and the piercing sound of sirens echoed through the night all Stacie could do was stand there...stand there and repeat almost in a whisper. ::
"Kevin...please no...not you."
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The Contact
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Post by The Contact on Oct 22, 2007 19:22:25 GMT -4
The flames from the exploding building were almost orgasmic to her. Placing her palms against the now exposed window, she stared endlessly at Miss Wilson, watching on in horror. She couldn't see her face from where she was, yet her body language alone told more than she could ask for. She was already grieving for her fallen husband to be. She almost, ALMOST pitied the woman. Mourning the loss of such a monster. Perhaps she had done the woman a favor, freeing her from the mere possibility of having she and her child slip into the life of the underworld with Mr. Helms. She nodded slightly as she could hear a grunt from one of her associates standing in the doorway watching on.
"The job is done. We should be going now. Our work is far from done. Come."
"Wait. Just a few more moments...Just a few more."
"Time is of the essence. You know this. We shouldn't remain much longer if we are to escape suspicion."
A sigh left her lips, turning and taking up the brief case once again, and beginning her walk towards the door reluctantly. Just as quickly as he had come, her associate had left, with her close behind. A job well done.
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Kasino Royale
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Post by Kasino Royale on Oct 22, 2007 19:36:41 GMT -4
+His body lay motionless, covered in the remnants of the flying debris that had been violently sent crashing to his body as his massive frame smashed against a wall in the next building over. His breathing was erratic, almost placing the man in a panic type mode as he struggled to regain his sense of composure. He could feel blood trickling slowly down his face as he stared endlessly up towards the ceiling. He knew that if he had waited a second or two more before exiting the back door exit of the club and entering the abandoned building next door, he would have suffered the same fate as his brother Tommy had just two weeks prior. Though not in the best condition, he was grateful to just still be...Alive.+
+The faint sound of police sirens, and the roaring noises coming from the approaching firetrucks kept his attention on what his next task would be. Escaping the building he lay almost decimated inside of. The flames of the explosion had of course made their way to the building in question, already beginning it's second of such destruction exhibitions of the night. The thick and endless clouds of smoke had already began to make their way through the confines of the structure, hard coughs leaving his person every few seconds as he slowly but surely began to attempt to make it to his feet. Which proved to be quite difficult with the massive amounts of leftover debris laying on and across his body. Laying there staring up at the ceiling, clearly seeing the room quickly begin to fill up with smoke, the only thoughts in his head revolved around both Stacie and the baby that was growing inside of her. What if she had gotten too close just as the blast went off or...What if she had actually made her way into the building and he not known. That alone gave him the motivation needed to break from this slowly forming fiery prison.+
+With all the might he could muster, his body slowly began to work against the scattered remains of both buildings toppled over his body. Instantly he could feel a sharp pain shoot through his leg. He knew there was some sort of injury to it, but wasn't yet sure exactly what. He couldn't let that deter him. He had to get moving and fast. His head slowly turned towards the adjacent wall he had almost been blown clean through if he had not been a second or two quicker, the flames rising like waves over them, destroying them in seconds flat it seemed. Again hard push after push started up for the big man, moving as much as he could as each second passed by. The hard coughs continued to come as he struggled, fought to get to his feet once again.+
+After what seemed like an eternity of pushing, pulling and manipulating his massive frame in ways previously unthought of, he was seconds away from being free of the debris and clutter that held him captive to the floor of the quickly burning building. Upon moving the needed restraints from his person, his eyes quickly landed upon his left leg, noticing the massive scar along his outer thigh area. The blood was pouring profusely from the wound as he winced before attempting to get to his feet with the aid of a nearby pile of broken wood that had not yet been engulfed by the flames. Standing as carefully as he could, and to ensure no further injury would be sustained to the injured leg, he glanced down towards it, blood running down his face, falling to the ground only seconds before noticing a similar gash along his left arm. It looked to be a pretty nasty one and the pain was almost unbareable as he fought to not allow himself to even look at it or any more of his body parts anymore. He began to fear just how bad he was injured at this point in time, and thought it best to get out into the open before making any more discoveries.+
+Suddenly a loud seething noise, coupled with the extremely loud sound of wood burning closeby could be heard, shocking the big man instantly as he could see the wall across the room of the building completely collapse in flames. He knew that he had to move, and move right this minute. Nearly dragging his injured leg the opposite way of the approaching flames, the thick clouds of smoke began to finally catch up to him, causing for the long and hard coughing to begin. It wasn't a very far trek to the nearby wall where only a flimsy door kept him from escaping this surprise assault, and within minutes he had literally dragged his body, although in a half standing position, towards the door in question. Finally arriving he nearly collapsed against the door, wincing in pain with every movement before sending his forearm crashing with as much force as he could muster given the situation. Seeing that more pressure was needed to release him from this burning structure, another was sent, and then another, and another until...+
+Before he knew it, his body was falling towards the concrete on the opposite side of the wall. A loud thud could be heard as he once again winced in pain, much more than before seeing as how most of his weight had fallen on his nearly ripped apart leg. He lay there motionless, but only for a few seconds, as he could hear, even almost feel the flames still approaching. Quickly forcing yet one more push out of himself, he began crawling down the alley ways of the area that separated the the second of the burning structures, and the next building over. Even that building had suffered some damage from the blast mere minutes before. The sounds of the sirens and firetrucks could be heard with more clarity now. He could see a small part of the street where the club was located, pushing himself harder and harder as he continued to crawl along, as the blood continued to make it's way down the front and side of his face...+
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Stacie Wilson
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Post by Stacie Wilson on Oct 22, 2007 20:09:46 GMT -4
"No....no...please god..."
As she stood there watching with the tears flowing down her face Stacie is oblivious to the sirens...as if she was in shock. Sensory overload...the fact that he could be dead was just to much for her to take in. Her face was ghost white...it was as if she feinted but didn't fall. The only clue to if she was even alive her self was the almost in-audible whisper that was emanating from her mouth. ::
"No...he can't be...he just can't."
:: As she stood there watching the building burn she doesn't feel the arm of a police officer on her shoulder. He was shaking her a little to see if she was awake...or alive even. ::
"Get some paramedics over here...I think this woman is in shock."
:: Just like that there were two paramedics upon Stacie to try and get her to safety...farther away from the building and into an ambulance. Stacie's pace was slow...the paramedics had to almost guide her there...half carrying her. The lights were on but no one was home. Her mind was still trying to grasp the fact that she had just seen a building containing her husband to be blow up not even 50 feet from her. As they carried her she continued to whisper. ::
"Please not Kevin..please god."
"This one keeps murmuring about someone named Kevin...There might have been someone in that building."
:: Yells one of the Paramedics carryinging Stacie...and a nearby cop responds. ::
"Well if he was in there he is dead n..."
:: as he is about to finish There comes a shout from a firefighter.::
"OVER HERE! WE GOT A SURVIVOR!"
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Kasino Royale
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Post by Kasino Royale on Oct 22, 2007 20:24:00 GMT -4
+He had crawled as far as his body would carry him. He had no more to give and nothing else to pull out of his already heavily injured and scarred body. He lay on his back staring up into the sky, mumbling almost incoherently under his breath...+
...Sta...Stacie...Make...Su...Sure she's...
+His words were suddenly halted, feeling a massive jolt as if he was being pulled away. Moments later the overwhelming feeling of heat came over him, another sound of explosion he thought as he seemed to be being carted or carried away. He wasn't too sure at the moment in time. All he could do was continue the mumbling, his thoughts circling around only one person at the moment in time. Stacie.+
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Stacie Wilson
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Post by Stacie Wilson on Oct 22, 2007 20:50:48 GMT -4
:: Hearing they found a survivor...life seemed to return to Stacie as a firefighter who looked to be about the size of a mack truck had Kasino draped over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. ::
" Get him a stretcher...NOW! He's severely injured. He also keeps mentioning a Stacie..."
:: Hearing her name...Stacie fights out of the two paramedics' grip and runs over to where the firefighter was setting Kasino on a stretcher. ::
"That's ME! I'm his fiance'..."
:: Seeing a woman run over to the ambulance that Kasino was being loaded into The two paramedics let her climb in before them so she can be near her husband to be's head. As she sees the shape he was in the tears begin to come again as she grips one of his hands. She knew he was going to be okay but the tears came still. Partly because she thought she was never going to see him again ...and now that she had him right there in front of her. Alive and in one piece. Seeing that they were about to place the oxygen mask on his face Stacie kisses him passionately on the lips not really caring there were three other people around. She had her man alive still. She wasn't forsure if that woman would try again but she was almost sure of one thing. For now atleast They were Safe & Sound. ::
::END...BITCHES::
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