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Post by John Smith on Aug 31, 2008 12:09:10 GMT 1
This brought back memories. I had always felt a little sad that I had not personally been in the battle that had decided the fate of Varron City. It had been a grand battle. Today, with the bottle in my right hand, with a small smile I threw it from hand to hand. I had more than a dozen more of these in a basket behind me. Covered in cloth. I was only waiting for my partner in crime before I would get to work. I had notified Keith of the location Friday evening, but with that boy's personality, I didn't know if he would show up or not. If he didn't, that just meant I would have to skip the enjoyment and just get the business done quickly. BWAHAHAHAH! Yea right. Me!, not enjoying hauling these at unsuspecting students? Fat chance. There was some reason behind this madness. This was simply to be seen as another attack from Paragon at Hircine territory. The second attack orchestrated by yours truly. Kvist. I would not kill anyone tonight. If I did, then the principals could not suppress the police and news. Unable to do that, would bring in too big an investigation and I would have to lay low for a while. That didn't fit into what I had planned. So, the first few cocktails would have to hit empty rooms to let the fire alarm wake up people so they could get out. But still, a couple of people with burn marks would be good material. I threw the bottle over in my other glowed hand. Leather gloves with metal at the knuckles. My arms were entirely covered in the sleeves from my black motorcycle jacket. I had a hood over my head to disguise my identity, plus some other minor things. My pants were black and flexible. I wore boots, military and guess the color. Black. This was only what was apparent. I had decided to cheat a bit tonight, and add some back protection, in the form of a Knox Back Protector. If anyone tried shooting me in the back with a taser when I decided to get the hell out of here. It left my back less flexible than usual, but I was not intending to fight tonight. I looked down at my watch and noticed that it was almost 1 am. Keith should be here soon, if he did indeed show up. I wonder what place I should target first. Mine or Keith's dorm.
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Post by Keith Richards on Aug 31, 2008 20:10:12 GMT 1
John Smith, if I didn't check the school roster online I wouldn't have believed he told told me his real name.
Keith looked around him, the familiar since of anger itching at his knuckles. He still really disliked being called around by notes and whispers from someone he barely knew, and had no trust in. And unlike John he didn't know what the hell he was going to do, and wasn't dressed up nearly as much.
Honestly, Keith didn't even bother to put on his hoodie or bring a bat, just a white wife beater, jeans, and socks and shoes. But John looked like a biker who was about to booze it up. In that moment he wished he brought that aluminum bat after all, the irritation itching at his hands with the desire to clench into fists.
"Johnny boy, you better have a damn good reason for showing up dressed like a fucking retard with a god damn picnic basket."
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Post by John Smith on Aug 31, 2008 22:23:10 GMT 1
Not even the trademark hood? For a guy showing up somewhere in the middle of the night, he surely didn't think far ahead. I thought while throwing the bottle I had been throwing from hand to hand, over to Keith, deciding not to get worked up over his remarks.
"Friendly as ever. There's more of these in the basket. One of the few good things coming out of Russia, along with vodka." I assumed Keith was not as dumb as a doorbell and that he knew what a Molotov cocktail was when he saw one. I turned and lifted some of the cloth away so Keith could peek inside in case he didn't trust or believe me. I could understand why he wouldn't. But I was showing that boy a lot of trust by bringing him out here with me, after having a short conversation with him.
"The plan is simple. Ignite one of these fuckers and throw it through a dorm window and you know the rest from there. And no, I don't have any specific targets except my dorm room. I'll leave you the honor of burning that down. ... Any questions?"
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Post by Keith Richards on Sept 1, 2008 22:19:58 GMT 1
Keith caught the bottle easily enough. He eyed it and sighed, looking up at John. He figured out the whole thing by the time the bottle was in his hand. The plan wasn't bad, it would definitely start something up thanks to the recent attack from Paragon. He had heard about it when the wounded came back, licking their wounds, but got his information from Hircine students.
Walking closer when the cloth was moved away he glanced down and saw how many more bottles there were. OKay, he planned quite a party, but did he want a partner or a fall guy? Keith had no intention of being a fall guy, and the idea of being a partner still rubbed him awkwardly.
The bottle was tossed into the air and caught, once, twice, and he just kept going. He looked at John the whole time, feeling relaxed with the easily broken bottle being tossed without him looking directly at it.
"No questions. I'm just waiting for you to toss the first cocktail."
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Post by John Smith on Sept 2, 2008 22:38:14 GMT 1
I shrugged when he said he had no questions. That way I could get on with the fun without wasting time explaining stuff. With a hint of a wicked smile, I lit one of the bottles with a lighter that seemingly had appeared out of the thin air. The white cloth was quick to catch fire. I took a couple of quick steps to get some power into my throw. And with an impressive display of accuracy, the bottle dived through an open window. The lights were out. The bottle could be heard crash on the inside and then there could be seen light. I looked at the fire as it was fueled by the contents in that room. That room that just happened to be mine. I had been a "hero" in the defense. Attacking my dorm first would make this seem more organized. An organized Paragon seemed, somehow, more frightening than the current chaos at Paragon. A chaos that needed to end. The flames that could be seen in the window, was burning in my eyes as well. A grim determination made me grab another bottle and I lighted it. This time, I threw it through the window next to mine. The student should have been awakened by the first cocktail. If not. Well. Sucked to be her/him. That just meant that person had less time to get out of the room.
"You know, this is more fun if we are two... There should be an extra lighter in the basket somewhere."
I assumed Keith had a lighter on him, just something most twisted men had for some reason or another. Often because they wanted to be able to burn someone at a moments notice. I had a lighter on me because while I was suffering my amnesia, I had begun to smoke. And while I had quit the second I had remember my real name and history, then I still carried around the cigarettes and lighter. I hated those cigarettes with a passion. And just thinking about it made my throws a bit less accurate, but they still managed to crash through windows. The entrance was on the other side of the building. And it was rather big. That meant it would take several minutes for people to get here, if they decided to run straight from their rooms to this location. It left us enough time to finish the job.
I grabbed two bottles and walked away from the basket. I could not let the dorms at the edges steer clear of the action. I placed one of the bottles on the floor, lit the other and saw it fly through the air and explode against the wall right next to the window I had aimed for, I frowned. I missed a throw? How annoying. But fire was raining down on the plants below the windows and some caught on fire. The fire brigade would have to deal with that when they arrived. I lit the other cocktail and saw a light get turned on inside a room. With a well placed toss, the cocktail crashed the window and I hard a scream of horror from the student inside when it exploded in a fiery hell.
Wonderful evening.
"Let's get things wrapped up." I said when I got back to the basket and grabbed one of the last bottles. I lit it, and threw it through some window and ground floor. The bottle exploded in a cascade of fire when the glass broke, and I smiled at the beauty of an inferno, I was almost completely mesmerized by the flames that danced inside the dorm. I turned away from the flames and looked at Keith. I grabbed the last bottle. ”Hey, grab.” I threw it to him when he seemed ready. I would allow him the honor of throwing the last bottle at the building. I would grab the basket and break it into smaller pieces and pour some gasoline on it, and ignite the pile of shit. That left less evidence for them to get. Not that I had left any obvious.
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Post by Keith Richards on Sept 5, 2008 18:04:13 GMT 1
Bottles were thrown by both parties, not bugging him at all once he'd seen that John wasn't going to be pinning the blame on him. Keith, as assumed, walked around with a lighter. He fished it out of his pocket but didn't grab the flask of alcohol along with it. The cloth was lit and the bottle was tossed through a window, no sound other than breaking glass came from the room.
When the pair were done about a dozen windows were glowing red with black smoke pouring out the top of broken windows, until the window shifted and pushed the smoke back inside. Keith grinned at this, thinking of people trying to run out of the dorms half asleep while sucking smoke into their lungs while it stung their eyes. He wasn't a saint after all.
The last bottle was tossed to Keith, who caught it after his head turned to the verbal warning. But why waste it on the window? Keith threw it high, it spun and then shattered at the bottom of stairway. His back turned, stepping away from the basket that was being burned by John.
Keith didn't want to stick around any longer. He stepped around a tree and sat down, not feeling the highs and lows that John did. It was just something for him to do to get what he wanted. Well, no, not exactly. Keith wanted more freedom, and now a better understanding of John's goals.
But the screams, fire, and smoke weren't the best place to ask questions.
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Post by John Smith on Sept 16, 2008 22:57:57 GMT 1
"Hmm, nice last throw... You might be good for the schools baseball team."
When they switch to molotov cocktails... And you get to swing your bat at the opponents head instead of the ba- molotov cocktail.
I clasped my hands together brushing some dirt away from my gloves and looked around. Well, we had not been spotted yet, that was a good thing. That meant we had some more time to casually walk away in, if we began to run, people would have an easier time spotting us and we'd be more suspicious. That was the second part of this plan. Find a good cover story. That was why in a pair of shopping bags some hundred feet away, you would find beer, vodka and a coca cola (for mixing purposes.) And if anyone stopped us, well, then we were drunk young people walking through the forest on our way home from a party.
"Let's get out of here. If you know how to play drunk, then the only offense we might get, is being drunk as a minor. And for some reason, I don't think they will care much for that tonight."
And I think I heard some rumors about a party somewhere on the beach.
I said and thought before I turned away from the dorm building and headed in the general direction of my liquor. I was having a vague idea that Keith might want some elaboration, and was there a better place than in the forest carrying around alcohol. And in case Keith should decide to try attack me from behind, then I had my trusty back protector on. Might be hard to explain to the police, but I did have a history of injuries and I could easily tell a white lie. When I reached the two shopping bags, I pulled 'em up and reached in for a can of beer. Opened it and chugged down some sweet and loving beer. This was the 3 time in this week I was drinking. I should cut down on it before my liver turned up dead in my early twenties.
Soon, I was walking happily along the road. Perhaps with a less happy side kick next to me, but neither of us would be smiling much. My usual polite and mild smile would be replaced by a neutral expression. A simple mask to hide the inner me roaring with laughter. I loved the dark life I led. I wouldn't trade it for anything. If Keith was here with me, and not jogged in a different direction, I would offer him a beer or anything to drink. It would be better if I was not wandering around alone with enough booze to kill me several times.
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Post by Keith Richards on Sept 17, 2008 18:53:27 GMT 1
Keith chortled in response to the baseball reference. He never cared for organized anything. One for the team, this shit and that crap, do anything you can for the team. Fuck the team, do what you want for yourself. A real team player he obviously was not.
When the offer to play drunk was put up he had no reason to reject the idea. A drink would be nice and no one would be stupid enough to carry around booze if they knew someone had just used vodka to burn down the school dorms.
Following after John also served the purpose of talking, which actually held an appeal. There was questions rolling around his noggin that would topple out in public or be forgotten. The pair reached shopping bags, one of them containing a can of beer that was opened in front of him.
Stuffing his hands into his pockets Keith let his head rest forward along with his shoulders, looking bored and tired as he followed the alcohol into the woods. Occasional glances up showed that the expression of complete amusement had been replaced with a neutral mask. Keith had no such problem because he didn't really enjoy himself.
He didn't like to admit it but Keith was just more of a thug than a mastermind. He liked violence and pain, but causing it from a distance without being able to soak in the pain was just boring. Keith would rather slug someone in the face and feel blood spray on his face.
The promise of alcohol didn't hurt his mood though. It fixed the little problem of pining over the last bottle he had tossed. Keith pulled his right hand out of his pocket and put his palm up, catching the can of beer that was offered to him. "So, we're in the deep dark now. Spill, I want to know your motivation."
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Post by John Smith on Oct 11, 2008 17:30:26 GMT 1
[OOC: I not respond late!]
My motivation. Good question. I am not even sure I know what my motivation is, what my drive is, whatever makes me go... Is it purely for the carnage I do everything? Or...
As those who could read minds can see, my mind was a turmoil. I had only recently found out my real identity, and I had shortly after begun my underhanded work. I had not for once stopped up and wondered what it was that made me all happy inside. I did not know the answer, and it would be darned hard for me to figure it out because of the constant turmoil in my mind. But the turmoil did not keep me from answering him.
"My motivation? Oh now, that's a very personal question, Keith."
I said with a sly smile.
"But that doesn't matter much. My motivation is my desire for change. The more I damage the school, the easier it will be for Paragon to attack and destroy the spirit of Hircine. And thus, they will all be prepared to be fighters rather than fucking poets and philosophers. They have the potential to become a what Varron was, a menace for the city. A terror upon the population.
And if you stick with me, Keith, then I can promise you some more interesting things than this."
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