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Post by StingWolf on Feb 24, 2008 3:17:06 GMT
Tomas Gunn, or Sting as he is better known, is a murderous psychopath wanting to destroy the planet. He wanted to start a fire that couldn’t be put out, he wanted to kill everyone before he died. Sting stumbled towards the front gate of ShinRa HQ. He stopped about fifty feet from the doors. Sting crouched over and started to cough up blood. Sting was coughing very violently but it soon subsided.
He stood to his full height and wiped the blood from his mouth. Sting’s goal was information, and he was ready to kill for it. Hours before arriving at ShinRa HQ, Sting swallowed down some poison coated needles. He also prepared his daggers in his sleeves. Sting wasn’t about to get himself kill though, he had a plan and it involved secrecy mixed with ruthless aggression.
He was planning on passing in through the front door, quietly and fiercely at the same time. He would approach quietly as if he had business inside. Once question a needle would be shot from his mouth leaving another victim in his wake. He would try hard to not be stopped, but he was always ready for violence. Sting’s black cloth wasn’t much with all the lights from the giant ShinRa building, stealth that had always been priority became much harder to achieve.
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Post by /Ash\ on Feb 24, 2008 6:28:00 GMT
She could feel a disturbance; everybody else was fine and happy - Sephiroth was out on a mission. He would have felt something too but as it was, Ashley the second in command was the only one who felt weary about the situation. She leant forward from the desk in fat President Shin'Ra's Office and tredded carefully and gracefully out into the corridor, her long black trench coat scraping the shiny floor as she descended the steps.
She was only young, 17 to be exact, but her whole demeanor suggested she might be older, that perhaps she had gone through a lot in her life to make her so calm and cold. She rarely spoke, and when she did she could sound cruel without meaning to. Her back itched and she ignored the pain.
"This better not be another idiot SOLDIER wannabe." Ash muttered to herself, mis-matched eyes searching towards the front door as she got to the landing. Her left snake-like eye convulsed a little and she instinctively reached for the masamune blade that was hung at her back. She never went anywhere without it.
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Post by StingWolf on Feb 24, 2008 6:54:03 GMT
Sting walked quickly towards the door he stopped only about two yards from the door. He apparently ignored his surroundings as he crouched down coughing up more blood. Sting reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial. Sting was struggling to open it, right in plain view. Sting needed a way into ShinRa and he was positive that a surprise attack could give him some leeway.
Perhaps a hostage situation would lead him to the information he wanted, but first he needed to attract unnecessary attention. Publicity in a way was a little bit better than secrecy in his situation. Sting still coughed up blood, each cough becoming more and more violent and bloody. Sting opened up the bottle, but his coughing made him accidentally drop it. The smell of the liquid inside the bottle was that of a strong alcohol.
Sting’s hands shook, as he moved his fingers through wasted Vodka. He needed to get a guard close enough to him. His clumsiness could easily get a concerned civilian involved as well. IT was perfect for Sting either way. He could get a suspicious guard quietly killed, or a civilian for a noisy hostage situation. Either way Sting would logically come out of his situation as a winner.
Sting’s plan was clever enough, to steal a guard’s ID or force a hostage situation would be perfect. It was hard for him not to smile a devious smile, but he put on the front that he was sad of the spilt alcohol. Sting mind was rattled as he tried to makes his plans reality.
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Post by /Ash\ on Feb 24, 2008 7:09:19 GMT
Standing by the stairs now, Ash could see Sting outside of the large glass doors. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously ... Just what was someone doing out there on the ground like that anyway? Her Jenovian cells screamed at her, and her back ached a little more but against she ignored it and stepped just as gracefully as before towards the door. Placing a fingerless gloved hand on the door, she pushed it right open, her pale face glowing in the light.
"If you're here to see the president then I'm afraid he's busy, you'll need to make an appointment." The second in command stated rather coldly, her long blue hair cascading down her back. She emitted a certain unknown power that not even she fully understood. Other than that she didn't really know why she had been so paranoid ... This boy was probably just a drunk.
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Post by StingWolf on Feb 24, 2008 7:40:57 GMT
Sting’s gaze darted as a strange girl spoke to him. His mind screaming to take his chance, he would listen to his mind, but in his own way. Scream stood up, blood dripping from his mouth he stared at this strange girl and smiled. Sting bowed his head a spoke slowly and carefully. “I’m sorry, but I’m not here to see the president.” Sting didn’t even care about the president of this company, but he would have no problem ripping through him to get information on powers that could be highly destructive.
Sting walked towards the strange girl, his movement was slow and predictable. “However, I do need to enter.” Sting’s eyes were devious as was his smile. If this girl refused to make way, Sting would attack with his deadly poisons. His eyes were bloodshot and a little bit frightening. Sting was getting an aggressive tone, “Your wasting my time. I’m going to tell you this nice and slow so even you can understand me. Stay out of my way, and I’ll try to avoid leaving anyone for dead.”
Sting was confident; he assumed any corporation, even ShinRa, would like to avoid casualties on their doorstep. Sting licked the blood from around his lips as he walked towards the girl. His mind was being lost in his desire for destruction. He wanted to kill and destroy even more than he wanted to listen to logic. Sting was certainly psychopath, but to what end? It was still unknown how far his mind was destroyed. It was still an uncertainty if Sting’s lost enough sanity to risk his life.
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Post by wowposter on Oct 28, 2008 13:39:55 GMT
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