Post by Kissaki on Mar 18, 2010 22:19:59 GMT -5
The night was just settling in, and metropolis was gradually winding down. Ive been waiting for it, and frankly, it couldnt come quickly enough. But even after the last rays of light fade, I still wait, pacing back and forth accrost the roof, feeling the weight of the kataa accrost my back shift slightly with each step. Lexcorp secuirty changes at 6:20 tonight, which means I'll be attacking at 6:30, just after the last of the stragelers have finished filtering in off the streets.
I want them well rested and ready, otherwise someone might get hurt. And we cant have that now can we?
Lexcorp. Most people would rather step infront of one of their trains then try and step into their building. But Ive never had much in common with most people. Most people let themselves believe they cant do anyhting without permission. If they wanted to, they could walk right past a keep off the grass sign, or finally stab a pencile though their bosses flabby face after being told 'you'll have to work late' one to many times. But they dont. At somepoint along the line, the let temselves believe that these things we're impossible.Poor dears.
The time arrives and Im so eager that I take off running, moving over the roofs, feeling my hair twirl behind me in the breeze. 8 blocks later and Im at Lex labs. A reched hive of scum and villiany if I ever saw one. Except its a hive of scum and villinay for science, funded by big daddy morebucks himself, so its ok. Gotta love that blind stupidity that lets the guy who's triple crossed everyone and there grandma so many times that you can play connect the dots with all the knife scars on peoples backs.
None of my buissiness. He's got a nice new toy, and I figure he wont mind if I borrow it for a bit. Course the staff guys and wanna be cops probably didnt get the memo. Well, I'll be happy to correct this.
I decend to street level, walking towards the front door. The guard standing duitifully at attention notices me and immeadiatly knows somethings up. He pulls his gun, probably seeing the sword on my back, the one Im aching to have some fun with. And thats the hard part. I could spend all night sliceing these guys up, but if I did, I'd miss out on the big prize here. He tells me to put my hands up, and I smile at him, waving a little
"Ok, I think I know this game. Now you put your hands on the ground, so that way we're even."
I can see the momentary confusion on his face, the slight lowering of his weapon. He gets it about a half second later when his hands drop to the ground, newley detached from his wrists, curtosy of yours truely. He starts to scream, but that's no good either. Another cut and he goes very quiet for a bit, falling back against the wall, or at least most of him falling back against the wall while the top bit of him bounces on the asphalt.
"Shhh...people are sleeping"
I scold, grabbing his keys, letting myself into the compound. Even though its night, the hallways are still brightly lit. The whole place smells sterile. Like a hospital. Since there dosnt seem to be any 'you are here' maps about, I start walking down the Moe hallway. If that dosnt work, I can go back and try the Enie, meanie or miney hallways.
Thankfully before it comes to that, I find a tour guide. I can tell thats his profession by the big shiny badge on his chest and the pistol at his side. He comes round the coner, coffie in hand, not even seeing me. His shoes are going to take a while to get all the blood out, but the toes kept twiching for a few seconds after I made the cut. He's on the ground, crying in pain, looking up at me in horror and fear. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
"Hi, Im new here and seem to have...Its not polite to inturupt when other people are talking"
Shouting profanaties at me might be his way of coping, but its getting on my nerves. Another swing of the sword and he's weezing, but otherwise silent.
"Hopefully you wernt left handed. What was I saying..oh, right. I was wondering if you could point me to the new precision cutting whatchama dohicky"
Next thing I hear, he' crying for me to let him go, which is fun, but dosnt get me going in the right direction. I roll my eyes.
"Flattery will get you nowhere" My blade falls, striking him in a bit more tender spot. "Now, Im pretty sure you can still have kids with only one of those left, but if you want to see little anklebiters, I'd think about talking before I start playing rough."
He's a bit more cooperative. I cut of his other hand before I go, so he cant signal for help. Maybe I'll kill him on the way out, if I get boared.
But its the weirdest thing. I dont see another guys walking around till I make it to the machine room with my prize, and even then, its just two guys. Not like the other tropers, these ones are serious. Body armor, storm trooper-esque visiors. I give an impressed whistle, which gets there attention something good. Now like I said there we're two guys there, and about a minute later...with enough sticky tape there's still enough there for one guy and his kid.
"Dont worry guys, I just want to take a look, pinky promis"
Since no more protests to my enterence are forthcoming, I head into the lab, twirling my blood coated blade behind me, whistling a sing song tune as I go.
I want them well rested and ready, otherwise someone might get hurt. And we cant have that now can we?
Lexcorp. Most people would rather step infront of one of their trains then try and step into their building. But Ive never had much in common with most people. Most people let themselves believe they cant do anyhting without permission. If they wanted to, they could walk right past a keep off the grass sign, or finally stab a pencile though their bosses flabby face after being told 'you'll have to work late' one to many times. But they dont. At somepoint along the line, the let temselves believe that these things we're impossible.Poor dears.
The time arrives and Im so eager that I take off running, moving over the roofs, feeling my hair twirl behind me in the breeze. 8 blocks later and Im at Lex labs. A reched hive of scum and villiany if I ever saw one. Except its a hive of scum and villinay for science, funded by big daddy morebucks himself, so its ok. Gotta love that blind stupidity that lets the guy who's triple crossed everyone and there grandma so many times that you can play connect the dots with all the knife scars on peoples backs.
None of my buissiness. He's got a nice new toy, and I figure he wont mind if I borrow it for a bit. Course the staff guys and wanna be cops probably didnt get the memo. Well, I'll be happy to correct this.
I decend to street level, walking towards the front door. The guard standing duitifully at attention notices me and immeadiatly knows somethings up. He pulls his gun, probably seeing the sword on my back, the one Im aching to have some fun with. And thats the hard part. I could spend all night sliceing these guys up, but if I did, I'd miss out on the big prize here. He tells me to put my hands up, and I smile at him, waving a little
"Ok, I think I know this game. Now you put your hands on the ground, so that way we're even."
I can see the momentary confusion on his face, the slight lowering of his weapon. He gets it about a half second later when his hands drop to the ground, newley detached from his wrists, curtosy of yours truely. He starts to scream, but that's no good either. Another cut and he goes very quiet for a bit, falling back against the wall, or at least most of him falling back against the wall while the top bit of him bounces on the asphalt.
"Shhh...people are sleeping"
I scold, grabbing his keys, letting myself into the compound. Even though its night, the hallways are still brightly lit. The whole place smells sterile. Like a hospital. Since there dosnt seem to be any 'you are here' maps about, I start walking down the Moe hallway. If that dosnt work, I can go back and try the Enie, meanie or miney hallways.
Thankfully before it comes to that, I find a tour guide. I can tell thats his profession by the big shiny badge on his chest and the pistol at his side. He comes round the coner, coffie in hand, not even seeing me. His shoes are going to take a while to get all the blood out, but the toes kept twiching for a few seconds after I made the cut. He's on the ground, crying in pain, looking up at me in horror and fear. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
"Hi, Im new here and seem to have...Its not polite to inturupt when other people are talking"
Shouting profanaties at me might be his way of coping, but its getting on my nerves. Another swing of the sword and he's weezing, but otherwise silent.
"Hopefully you wernt left handed. What was I saying..oh, right. I was wondering if you could point me to the new precision cutting whatchama dohicky"
Next thing I hear, he' crying for me to let him go, which is fun, but dosnt get me going in the right direction. I roll my eyes.
"Flattery will get you nowhere" My blade falls, striking him in a bit more tender spot. "Now, Im pretty sure you can still have kids with only one of those left, but if you want to see little anklebiters, I'd think about talking before I start playing rough."
He's a bit more cooperative. I cut of his other hand before I go, so he cant signal for help. Maybe I'll kill him on the way out, if I get boared.
But its the weirdest thing. I dont see another guys walking around till I make it to the machine room with my prize, and even then, its just two guys. Not like the other tropers, these ones are serious. Body armor, storm trooper-esque visiors. I give an impressed whistle, which gets there attention something good. Now like I said there we're two guys there, and about a minute later...with enough sticky tape there's still enough there for one guy and his kid.
"Dont worry guys, I just want to take a look, pinky promis"
Since no more protests to my enterence are forthcoming, I head into the lab, twirling my blood coated blade behind me, whistling a sing song tune as I go.
