The Heist: (Meggymegos and Caustic)
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				Title: <strong>The Heist: (Meggymegos and Caustic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caustic</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 01:04:28</strong>
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				<strong>~Hotel Calphurnia, Las Vegas NV</strong><br><br><em>Smoke wreathes from the bar in a glitzy wash of gold, diamond, flesh and steel, satin and silk and Egyptian cotton. Clove-oil-cinders mingle with fat green cuban tobacco smoke, laughter like rain, music like thunder.<br><br>A hot bar on the strip, where the Bellagio-elite go to escape the pressure of constant snobbery, where the tourists come to gawk, and where the grifters step carefully-- it's the real-deal, old vegas.&nbsp; The cards are Bees, and the dealers punch seven decks a shift.&nbsp; The pit boss is a guy named Frankie Bones.&nbsp; He looks like Uncle Ben, leand and black, white-bearded, white-haired, and he wears sunglasses inside.&nbsp; He sees everything... he sees in the dark, sees through walls, smells liars.&nbsp; He's the god of the floor, he never yawns.<br><br>The bartender is Collette, she's from Quebec.&nbsp; She's too smart for college, too pretty for pictures.&nbsp; She's a young woman who could earn a grand an hour in the sack, pours hudreds of drinks a night but still gets carded.&nbsp; She's like some East-European ballet dancer that got lost somewhere along the way, but she can throw seven martinis in one minute, the shaker dancing in the air like a silver toy.<br><br>The carpet is a mosaic of purple.&nbsp; You spill your drink, another takes its place in your hand, plus a comp. card for a room discount.&nbsp; The beds upstairs are perfect, more used the higher up you go.&nbsp; The doors are glass and gold and could eat high-cal rounds for ten minutes without caving.&nbsp; The cameras are so prettily hidden that you might be admiring one RIGHT NOW and never know it.&nbsp; Not even the staff knows what goes on in the control room-- there's a goddamn control room for the control room.<br><br>Victory is on the floor, spinning like a dervish with her trays held high.&nbsp; She's got it, she threads the floor like a pinball-- everywhere at once. Some think she never makes mistakes, but you know she dropped a drink once.&nbsp; That's okay, she caught it before it hit the floor.&nbsp; <br><br>It's a cataclysmic Vegas clusterfuck, a money-hole of lights, skin, noise and sin.&nbsp; And you call it home. </em>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: (Meggymegos and Caustic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BentNotBroken</strong> on <strong>15-05-2008, 06:15:03</strong>
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				Angel sighs as she dresses for work. Still half asleep and annoyed that she got called in on her night off of ALL days, she slips her slinky silver sparkly dress over her head. The hem stops about 5 inches past her ass. She stares at the dress on her in the mirror and nods approvingly. <em>Perfect...hot and sexy, but not lacking class or style.</em><br><br>She dabs each wrist with her favorite perfume - Princess by Vera Wang, making sure not to forget a little dab between her cleavage. The dress hangs perfectly on her petite 5' 1 104 lb. frame like it was made just for her, accentuating all her curves. Her perfectly shaped perky 34B breasts are covered in just enough of the material to be sexy but not indecent and offer a peak of her tempting cleavage. Her flat stomach and the womanly curve of her hips give way to an ass that every man would dream of making their own. Not the typical uniform, but she doesn't have a typical job. Her job is to look sexy and make sure the guests at the Caliphurnia Hotel and Casino are happy and are enjoying their stay. Be it suggesting the perfect resteraunt to eat at or show to go to. More than once a guest has mistakenly assumed that part of her job is to "please" them in EVERY way, including sexually. But so far they've been pretty apologetic after she sets them straight. Especially when she arranges for an escort to do that job for them. <br><br>Sitting at her vanity, she puts on her matching strappy 4 inch high heels. Then turns towards the mirror and starts applying her makeup. After 5 minutes, her face and hair both are finished, as she optioned to leave her long blonde hair down around her shoulders and pin it on the left side with a sparkling rhinestone clip. She smiles at herself in the mirror, satisfied with her appearance.<br><br>Fifteen minutes later, she parks her car in the employee parking lot in the back of the casino and makes her way inside to clock in. She curses herself for wearing these heels, her feet already starting to hurt a bit. <em>"Please lord, let this be a calm simple night..."</em> she prays as she nears the offices.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: (Meggymegos and Caustic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caustic</strong> on <strong>15-05-2008, 20:54:31</strong>
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				Midnight's coming on fast, and Angel's car chirps obediently when she sets the alarm-- by habit more than anything else-- for the valets are trustworthy, and better than any alarm system.&nbsp; Tony, who looks a little like Ralph Macchio, flashes one of his exuberant, flirtatious smiles at her as he jogs past.&nbsp; "Back so soon?&nbsp; You miss me?" Another valet navigates the twists and turns of the lot's structure to park a VIP Maserati that cost more than Angel's parent's house.<br><br>Her heels echo like some kind of salsa-music castanets on the concrete as she threads her way to the back entrance.&nbsp; Cameras are everywhere, and the ten-foot, wire-topped fence that surrounds the lot is wired with pressure sensors, alarms, and 'pedestrian-deterrent' shock wires.&nbsp; <br><br>Security enters a couple keystrokes to release the electronic lock.&nbsp; Security isn't even in Las Vegas-- most of the operate in a Satellite office in Reno.&nbsp; They call that 'security redundancy'.&nbsp; But the lock opens, and she's in, onto the waxed ivory-tile floors of the back-end of one of the world's most profitable casinos.<br><br>Back here's where it's all business-- she's dressed like a sex kitten, she moves like a succubus, but back here's like a damn call center.&nbsp; Except, of course, the cameras-- there are a hundred of them, watching every turn.&nbsp; There are lock-down doors, panic-buttons-- security better than the government can afford.&nbsp; But to Angel, it's rote-- she just moves, her natural poise in place like the smile at her lips-- something to put on and take off.<br><br>The double-doors open to the employee lounge-- a soft-lit, dark-carpeted room like a den and kitchenette.&nbsp; Donnie, one of the door men, is drinking a Red Bull and watching ESPN on a huge plasma screen, his black patent shoes propped on the coffee table.&nbsp; "Heeey, Angel-- Looking good, hon."&nbsp; One of the hostesses-- some girl she's not met before, with features that are sort of Asian-looking.&nbsp; She smiles back to Angel, but not much, just turns back to her locker-cabinet, where she seems to be getting something from her purse.<br><br>Angel slides the slim little black earpiece over the crescent of her ear, a tiny little bud of silver resting in the opening.&nbsp; She keys up the little bluetooth unit, and she hears the mellow, soothing electric notes of the Motorola unit's welcome menu.&nbsp; The unit is tied to the wi-fi in the building, providing multi-way communication on a 128 bit encryption, 802.11N network to alert her of anything imaginable for which her services would be required-- fire, bomb-threat, police presence, celebrity arrival, VIP requests, etc.&nbsp; If she listens, she can hear the pulse of this place, the money flowing through it like circulating blood.<br><br>Beyond ,through an electric-locked double door she has to hit a button to open, is a corridor of footlights and plush carpet, and beyond that the thrumming house-music of Calphurnia's floor.&nbsp; <br><br>No wonder she was called in-- it's a madhouse tonight.<br><br>The tellers are turning over chip trays like some kind of cafeteria, and drinks are flying everywhere.&nbsp; They wanted her on the Casino floor tonight-- handling questions, directing reservations.&nbsp; So far, the Bluetooth earpiece has informed her of three things:<br><br>I: the hotel next-door, Rio Valencia, has closed for a sprinkler-system and halon-extinguisher malfunction.&nbsp; This has resulted in a wave of Armani-clad, soaked-to-the-skin refugees with high credit limits and complimentary cash refunds to throw around.&nbsp; 'Please treat our guests with a little extra compassion tonight-- they've had a rough one,' says the British-accented voice in her ear.&nbsp; Translation: they're in for the night of their lives.&nbsp; <br><br>II: Executive Producer Bret Barrio is in making an appearance with three of the stars from his new film, "Slow Burn".&nbsp; The young stars and starlets are drinking Hypnotiq like there's no tomorrow, and there may be a need soon to sneak them out of the building.<br><br>III: The Emir of Voshtavia, a micro-nation in Eastern Europe, has reserved the 55th floor, and no guests are allowed on that level without special passes.&nbsp; His security may be visible; alert security if they start acting suspicious.<br><br>That's the midnight news, back to you, Pat-- She grins at the joke from the London-Accented announcer, and it's then that she's met, face to face, with a complete surprise.<br><br>Six and a half feet of surprise, actually-- one minute, she's cruising the outer-fringes of the packed casino floor, the next, he's just there.&nbsp; A pair of dark eyes- so rich they're almost black- stare into hers, and two broad hands raise to shoulder's height to catch her if she careens into him.&nbsp; A slate-gray suit hangs from broad shoulders, buttoned over a broad chest and lean waist, and his face is noticeably well-structured... the kind of face she's used to seeing on the highest-paid dancers, with thick lips, a strong chin, a slight indentation at each side of his jaw and a rugged, even nose.&nbsp; His black hair is mid-length, textured and swept back from his forehead, with sculpted, short sideburns.<br><br>His face forms a silent word, "oh," of surprise, before he smiles and speaks. "Sorry about that, doll-- you OK?" A wolfish smile forms at his lips, and he tips his head in a brief nod of greeting-- appraising, but not ogling, her... and, evidently, liking what he sees.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: (Meggymegos and Caustic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BentNotBroken</strong> on <strong>15-05-2008, 21:22:48</strong>
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				"Oh!" she gasps as she nearly slams into the stranger. She blushes slightly, embarrased to have nearly ran into him. She takes in his appearance, the expensive suit, the strong body, the strong, handsome but rugged features. She smiles back, flashing her best flirty smile. Afterall, he looks like an important man, he may be one of the important guests tonight.<br><br>"Im so sorry, Sir! Yes, I'm okay, thanks. Is there something that I can help you with? I'm Angel...I'm here to ensure all our guests enjoy their stay and get everything they need. " She tells him, still smiling.
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				Post by: <strong>Caustic</strong> on <strong>16-05-2008, 06:40:24</strong>
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				He draws his shoulders back, as if reconsidering her, and his smile becomes warmer, coy and skeptical.&nbsp; "You work here?&nbsp; No wonder this place is jumping."&nbsp; Not so much wolfish, really... he's more like a cougar in the asphalt-colored Trecapi suit.&nbsp; "Then, help me out by telling me what time you get off work."&nbsp; He winks then, smiles as the waitress-- the dark-haired girl from the lounge-- swings by with a tray full of drinks and places a brown-colored bottle in his hand.&nbsp; She doesn't smile-- but her gaze lingers at his.&nbsp; Angel could almost swear that she saw recognition.<br><br>The waitress is gone again, and the man's back to her eyes.&nbsp; "Cruz."&nbsp; He extends his hand, lets it hover there... it's like he knows she'll take it, shows no fear of embarrassment at all.
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				Post by: <strong>BentNotBroken</strong> on <strong>16-05-2008, 06:48:51</strong>
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				She smiles at his compliment, but blushes a little. Which is odd, b/c she's used to getting complimented by 100's of men a day at work. <br><br>"What time I get of work huh?" she laughs. Then quiets as the 'new' girl comes by and hands him a beer on her way down the hall. There is definitely something about her that is off. Angel makes a mental note to do a background check on her later after she's done getting settled into work. Noticing the hand he has stretched out to her..<br><br>She shakes his hand. "Angel...Cruz..what a unique first name. It's nice to meet you Sir. " she smiles politely.
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				Post by: <strong>Caustic</strong> on <strong>28-05-2008, 19:34:06</strong>
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				He smiles and tips his head to the side, his jaw tensing a bit into a flash of a smile.&nbsp; "Not so unique, where I come from."&nbsp; Without much pause, his gaze turns to the balcony above the lobby, where the big-wigs are tossing back fifty-dollar-a-glass whiskey and smoking cigars impossible to import.&nbsp; "So tell me," and Angel realizes, then, that he's taken her arm, his dark eyes sweeping over the room before retuning to her-- where they make a long, slow appraisal of her.&nbsp; "I really need someone to show me around, if you can spare a moment."&nbsp; Ineed-- he's locked arms with her like a prom date-- but with the confidence of a director guiding some star-struck new actress through the scene-- past the glitzy flicker of the slots-pit where there's a loud-chiming, cheery electric chorus intoning a harmonious hymn for a dilectably-pert brunette who's just won several hundred dollars in gold the gilded, heavy coins-- every dead president or Indian princess on the face gleaming in the raucous light.<br><br>"Is this where the high-rollers play?"&nbsp; He asks, gesturing toward the column of roulette and five-card tables, past the blackjack row.&nbsp; A security guy-- his Motorolla earpiece an exact match of her own, but his build being somewhat more intimidating rather than awe-inspiring, like hers-- tips his broad-jawed head in greeting to Angel as they pass... it's nothing unusual to see her showing someone around, even though this 'Cruz' guy was doing more leading than following.
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				Post by: <strong>BentNotBroken</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 02:19:15</strong>
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				Angel suddenly finds herself locked arm in arm with him as he's leading her through the casino floor. A bit taken a back, she starts to pull away but he asks her to show him around. Torn between her job duty and her strange feeling she is getting from him, she opts to allow him this time with her, after all this is part of her job.<br><br>"Sure, I can spare a few minutes." she tells him, flashing a smile. She walks with him, while he more leads her than follows, but she figures that's just his personality. She pays no attention to all the glitz and glamor of the casino games going on, or the random celebrity sightings, so used to seeing it all everyday.<br><br>"Um, yes, that is where most of our high-rollers play.." she answers his question, nodding in agreement. She nods at the security guy, smiling politely.
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				Post by: <strong>Caustic</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 02:40:29</strong>
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				Cruz smiles at the lovely young woman.&nbsp; "Can I ask what it is about this place that attracts you..?&nbsp; I mean, really-- all this noise, all these trust-fund brats and ogling men everywhere?&nbsp; Doesn't it kind of... hmm... sour your taste for men?"&nbsp; His teeth flash with the smile that follows, and from his vest pocket he draws a half-dozen thousand-dollar chips and sets them on a the blackjack table.&nbsp; "I bet everybody here thinks you're just part of their vacation, like some kind of scenery, or one of those slot machines."&nbsp; He winks, scoots the stack of chips onto the number 8.<br><br>"But you're not, are you?&nbsp; You have a lot of responsibility, I'll bet--"&nbsp; A tone in Angel's earpiece signals that there's a new announcement.&nbsp; The even-toned announcer states plainly that there's a "tussle" in the sunset bar on the first floor, security is being dispatched.&nbsp; Nothing major.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>BentNotBroken</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 03:04:38</strong>
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				She laughs lightly. "Well, i moved out here when i was young, with my father. His best friend was the casino manager, and well, I started working here too a few years ago and just worked my way up. " she shrugs. "It takes more than all this to sour my taste for men. I don't judge people from what I see on the outside. Especially when they have been having drink after drink all night. This place isn't reality. It's like a whole different world from outside the casino walls. But yes you are right, most people do think I'm just part of the scenery..they think I'm here for their enjoyment also. Which I frequently have to explain to them their mistake. "&nbsp; She watches him lay the expensive chips on the blackjack table.<br><br>She presses her earpiece more closely to her ear for a min, so she can hear better the announcement. Then she relaxes as she hears it's nothing for her to concern herself over. "You're right, I do have quite a bit more responsibility than most people think.." she says to him, smiling. 
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				Post by: <strong>Caustic</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 17:48:38</strong>
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				He doesn't watch, as the wheel spins, though a few gamblers at the wheel pass their eyes in Cruz's direction.&nbsp; He sips from the beer in his hand and gives Angel a long, penetrating stare.&nbsp; "And a measure of secure access, I'm sure..."&nbsp; The ball begins its rattling trek around the massive, weighted wheel, the red and black tiles with gilded ridges flickering in the dazzling, multi-colored lights.<br><br>Cruz keeps smiling that predatory smile, and there's a tone in her earpiece--&nbsp; The crisp clip of the announcer's accent informs her that a panic-button's been pressed in the arcade's smoking lounge.&nbsp; Evidently, there's a report of smoke-- ironically enough-- and security hasn't responded yet.&nbsp; They're going to lock down the vault's access corridor in two minutes. <br><br>With a subtle flick of his eyes at his wristwatch, Cruz notes the time.&nbsp; "Time to go."&nbsp; He leaves the bet-- the roulette ball has just started clacking its way to a resting place on the wheel, but he doesn't even look.&nbsp; He just takes her arm again-- his grip suddenly like that of some iron vice-clamp, and she can feel raw power in his upper body as he steers her toward the employee exit.&nbsp; The lights, without warning, go suddenly black, and the emergeny lights at nearby exits come up.&nbsp; Electric static from her earpiece lets her know that the signal is lost, and she can feel something against the expensive material of her dress, just under her ribs, on the side where Cruz is walking-- something hard (and, no, not like THAT), about the size of a remote control, blunt-tipped--<br><br>It couldn't possibly be... or... was it?<br><br>A gun?<br><br>"Don't be alarmed, Angel-- just stay with me, and this will all be over soon."&nbsp; In the red light, she can see his smile still-- not so bold as it was, but without a doubt, he was enjoying this.
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				Post by: <strong>BentNotBroken</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 19:50:16</strong>
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				She stands there with him as he plays the game, thinking to herself that she needs to get back to work soon. He smiles at her with his disarming smile. She could swear there was more behind it than the pleasantry of the a normal smile. But she smiled back anyway. <br><br>She frowns as her ear piece notifies her of a panic-button being pressed in the smoking lounge. She looks at Cruz with apologetic eyes, and is just about to take her exit, when he comments on it being time to go. And grips her arm tightly, steering her towards the employee exit. She starts to struggle as the lights go black and her signal in her ear piece is lost. "Wait! What are you doing?! I need to go!" she tells him nervously, trying to pull away, but stops struggling as she feels a gun pressed into her side, under her ribs.<br><br>She listens to his words, feeling like her world is caving in around her. "Who ARE you? What have you done?!" she whines as he leads her towards the exit. She has the feeling that things around the casino are about to get a bit more crazier than usual..and not in a good way.
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				Post by: <strong>Caustic</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 09:49:18</strong>
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				Like a tour-guide, he moves with precision and efficiency as they burst through the rear doors to the fluorescent-lit employee-transit halls-- the 'backstage' of the casino.&nbsp; He shrugs effortlessly, guiding her along-- she can see in this light his golden-browned skin, dark hair, the peeking hint of tattoos at the open collar of his shirt, and-- like him, built for business, not flash-- a very nasty-looking, semi-automatic pistol that he rests, tenderly, under her right breast.<br><br>"To answer your questions: You already know who I am, and it's not what I've DONE that matters, it's what we're about to do."&nbsp; In her earpiece, she hears the announcer seeming to panic for the first time-- ever-- as she reports that the security doors won't shutter closed and that the guards, before losing communication, reported something about dart guns and tasers.&nbsp; <br><br>That is, before Cruz's long, masculine fingers brush the earpiece from her head with all the effort of a caress.&nbsp; "Thanks, lovely."&nbsp; He winks and settles the earpiece with one hand, the gun remaining rather intimately-placed.&nbsp; "I'm going to rob this place blind, and you're going to help me."
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				Post by: <strong>BentNotBroken</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 15:44:43</strong>
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				"I don't know who you are! And I'm not helping you rob shit!" she hisses at him, bitterly. Angry at herself for being fooled into thinking he wash harmless. And falling for his obviously fake charm he had used so effectively against her. <br><br>She winces at the tight grip he has on her upper arm and she knows she will probably have bruises by morning time. She tries to remain as calm as possible, her mind frantically searching for a way out of this dangerous situation. But she finds it hard to think clearly with his gun pressing against her ribcage.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Caustic</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 04:58:37</strong>
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				With a smooth twist, they're into the corridor.&nbsp; He's donning her earpiece-- she can only imagine the communication going through it, the <br>alerts as patrons on the floor are stripped of their jewelry, wallets, electronics--<br><br>Wait, the corridors?&nbsp; He's taking her toward--&nbsp; "The vault--" Cruz's voice purrs in her ear as he swings her around the corner, and there-- two bodies, slumped into a pile, a single syringe dangling from each of their necks.&nbsp; Security-- their red jackets emblazoned with insignias of their highly-ranked security corporation-- sleeping like children from whatever was in those plastic-vial needles.&nbsp; <br><br>"Elevator," he says, twisting her toward the opening steel doors-- and a familiar face waits there. The waitress, the one with the attitude--<br><br>"Está bem, gatinho. Encontre-o atrás em cinco minutos."&nbsp; The waitress is holding a machine pistol, and gives the same icy stare as before, now tinged with something else... perhaps, jealousy?&nbsp; But she nods, at whatever Cruz said, and backs away to cover the hallway.<br><br>The elevator door shuts, and she can see that the control panel's been pried open, some kind of electronic device wired-in, taped to the surface of the elevator wall-- it looks like a Blackberry or something, and is displaying raw code--<br><br>Cruz taps a couple keys, and the elevator starts its slow descent to the vault.&nbsp; <br><br>With a simple shove, Cruz sends Angel sprawling to the elevator floor on her rump, and he stands, staring down at her, in the polished-chrome room of the small elevator.&nbsp; "Come on, Angel.&nbsp; You've got a chance to succeed here... make something of yourself beyond what these club-owners will let trickle your way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: (Meggymegos and Caustic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BentNotBroken</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 20:02:44</strong>
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				As Angel sees the two security guards slumped down, with needles sticking from their necks, her stomach drops. This is worse than she thought. "Oh my god, what did you do!?" she shrieks.<br><br>The next thing she knows, she's being hurried along towards the elevator. She remembers the woman from in front of the elevator as the "new waitress". Glaring at her bitterly, "YOU." Angel hisses at her, wanting to scratch the woman's eyes off her smug face.<br><br>After giving the woman orders in Spanish and entering the elevator, she finds herself shoved to the floor of the elevator, landing with a hard thud. Angel winces, hitting the floor hard. Her legs sprawled open slightly, her short dress not leaving much to the imagination as her tiny black thong peaks out from under the short hem.<br><br>"Fuck you! I'd never do anything to help you!" she snaps at him as she slowly stands back up, using the wall of the elevator as support. She tries to remain as far from him as possibly, her eyes darting between him and the gun nervously.
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				Post by: <strong>Caustic</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 18:45:26</strong>
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				Rolling his eyes, the man's neck stretches in a momentary shrug, then he eases his lean, chiseled jaw to one side and stretches his neck-- there's an audible pop, and his dark eyes flash open.&nbsp; The pistol hangs heavy in his hand, as if part of the extremity rather than a wielded tool.&nbsp; His eyes roam over her, blazing black and piercing, as if watching her rise to her feet lights some pilot light behind his eye-- or perhaps it's the danger... or having seen her sprawled prone, a moment before.<br><br>"Yes you would," he says, and in the last vowel, the tone is low, rumbling-- more accented than the others, and with a tone like a predator's note of warning.&nbsp; "But more importantly, you will." With the smooth grace of a big cat, he lunges then, gripping her throat in his hand and demonstrating a strength reserved for more primitive times-- she feels her toes lifted, the hard press of the freight-elevator's wall against the base of her skull, along her spine where he's pressed her flat as a cat pins down a toy.&nbsp; The gun is still there, but right now he's the weapon, and though he's not hurting her-- not much-- the ease of his pressure is like that of a spring-loaded bolt, ready to be fired through her, ending her simply and efficiently.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now do as I say, or you will be more sorry than you can know,"&nbsp; the hard fingers, like hot marble, clench tighter for the briefest moment.&nbsp; "And, no, I don't <i>have</i> to do things this way... but, to be honest..."&nbsp; the cool, shell-like surface of his weapon grazes up her thigh, and she can feel the protruding barrel from the slide like a tiny, pursed metal mouth against her knee, "... I like doing it this way.&nbsp; So... as lovely as you are in that dress--"&nbsp; she can see his thick, dark lashes don't blink-- nothing to betray nervousness or deception, "--take that dress off now.&nbsp; We're almost there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heist: (Meggymegos and Caustic)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BentNotBroken</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 19:31:39</strong>
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				She stands there, trying to hide her fear with her angry outward appearance. She glares at him, her bright blue eyes flashing daggers at him. She swallows, a bit nervously, as she watches his calm movements. Her eyes widen slightly as his neck pops. She can almost <em>feel</em> his gaze as his eyes roam over her, as if they were his fingers on her skin.<br><br>Taken by surprise as he finished his comment, she suddenly found herself pinned up against the wall of the elevator by her neck, her feet dangling of the ground. Her eyes widen in fear and her hands grip his wrist, frantically trying to pull his hand from her throat. Her legs are open slightly, enough for him to be able to stand between them to be close enough to press her against the elevator wall. The hem of her short dress ridden up higher from her position.<br><br>She stares into his eyes, nervously and nods. Realizing she has no idea who he is or what he's capable of. "Ok! just let go!" she whimpers. <br><br>
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