Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-13593058-20160311212855

"Lupin you idiot!" Barnes furiously screamed as he saw the events unfold on his screen, "When I get my hands on yo-"

He stopped that sentence as a chill ran down his spine, interrupted by a soft yet audible double knock on his door. Silence was the game he played, however.

"Mr. Barnes?" the voice of his receptionist finally revealed itself behind the door, letting him release a pent up breath, "Ms. Memories is here as you asked."

"... uh," he clenched his jaw at the mention of the name, "l-let her in." Barnes was confused, was she not killing his men only minutes ago? Why is she being civil now?

He decided the situation was too dire without some precautions and sat himself back at his luxurious desk. He poured another shot of the whiskey Memories delivered and downed it with one gulp.

There was no reaction this time. So he poured another. He felt his hand slip under the desk to touch his insurance policy, a gold-plated Tommy-gun.

The door opened with a gently arc as he was in the middle of his drink, causing him to choke on the aromatic and spit out the contents back into the glass before replacing the it. It was the same masked woman he saw this morning, a sound investment at the time. Barnes was wondering if regret was an appropriate word for the situation as he acknowledged the blade that was now present by her side, sheathed, but inexcusably lethal.

"One of you men notified me that you have something to discuss?" she asked, folding her arms behind her back as if being addressed by a superior.

"W-what?" Barnes blurted, dumbfounded at the situation. He felt oddly in control of the situation despite having seen this woman already inhibit his escape, "Yes, of course. I think I forgot to ask you some questions during the interview process." Barne felt his superiority and confidence flow back into him as he confronted the woman, "The most pressing issue to address is to your loyalty to the contract."

"I have not breached the deal." Memories rebutted.

"Then why the FUCK are you taking out MY men?!" Barnes finally bursted from his seat, grabbing the gun from underneath his desk and aimed for the head, "You fucking bitch I''ll-"

However, before he could finish his sentence, the weapon fall apart in his hands.

" I have not breached the deal," Memories stated again, her weapon drawn without notice from Barnes, "but it seems you have." She resheathed her weapon by her side and approached Barnes who was still in shocked. She reached out towards him as if you grab him by the throat and Barnes clenched his eyes to prepare for the end.

 Only, nothing happened.

He welcomed the world once again, seeing the contents of his office untouched and the masked woman missing. His sliced up Tommy parts remained on his desk but two distinct things. He slumped back into his chair and buried his face into his hands.

"My whiskey..." he whimpered silently before a loud crash signaled his attention again. His desk had also fallen, split in two and beyond repair.

<p style="font-weight:normal;margin-bottom:1em;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;"> $15000, huh? Alice commented at the rather unimpressive bottle and the shot glass with some of the liquor still contained. She was curious however, something like this was beyond her budget and she took the trouble to take it from Barnes before destroying his office.

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;"> Looking around the reception room, she noticed the secretary still hard at work taking in calls from potential clients. She was a decent looking girl, blonde hair, blue-eyes, tight lipped and well sculpted. It was also obvious that she was desperately trying to avoid Alice's gaze by distracting herself.

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;"> 'She was probably chosen based on her looks more than her skills, perhaps I should...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Alice took a seat at one of the waiting areas, the same spot which she had her Jenga game from before and of course, the pieces still remained untouched. She then placed the liquor next to the blocks.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"What's your name?" Alice finally asked. The secretary perked up from her work, surprised at the sudden question.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I... um, I just work here... so..." She was nervous, Alice could tell, but she wasn't dumb and knew of the criminal ties her workplace as.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"There's a fight on the lower levels, just some stupid kids trying to kill your boss." she displaced her mask to make room for her mouth but still hid her eyes, "If you think you want to live, take the stairs."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The woman stay silent for severeal seconds before scrambling for her things and making a swift exit through the emergency doors, leaving Alice alone once more. Seeing as it was appropriate, she uncorked the bottle and filled the glass to the brim. She held up the glass to her nose sensing the overpowering wood and age of the spirit before washing her throat with the liquid. The slow and warming burn moved its way into her bowels where it sat for several minutes before spreading to her entire body and giving Alice a universal hug.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">It's liquor, I'll give it that much. she noted before uncorking the bottle again. She hesitated to pour another but decided that the glass was a stupid idea and consumed all of it from the bottle. When she finished, an audible ding from the elevator signaled its arrival.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Stupid kids."