Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5426254-20160918021603/@comment-26571677-20161029094958

As soon as the terrorists burst through the door, the white waiter's uniform came off and Alvadek came out. With two well placed kicks, she knocked two security guards out of commission. When their two mates came to check the commotion, they found a woman sitting on the floor, playing some sort of strange instrument. Four thuds hit the floor as a wave rippled through the air, aimed at their necks.

The door slammed among the terrified cries of the passengers as the terrorists took hostages, and Alvadek looked around, strangely not as insane as before, now almost business-like in how she walked around, cold faced, in control.

"If people start approaching you, take the hostages, one warning, then begin the slaughter. If any of you disobey me, I'll kill you myself, and much slower than any of the pansies in the train."

Her head flipped around as she heard blasts of dubstep coming from a few cars away.

Sounds like three people, working together to fight us, most likely.

She gestured to two of the terrorists.

"Grab four of the hostages, put them in front of me. Make it snappy, we don't have much time."

Alvadek turned away once more, and waited, as slowly her shadowed frown turned into a wicked smile, garish and abnormal in the joy that it exuded.

Come come, little piggies, the wolf is hungry...