Post by ☠ Kyle Steinbeck on Jul 11, 2015 22:34:15 GMT
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Screamed the blonde haired woman, tufts of her blonde coils sticking to her fluttering eyelids and cheeks as she sobbed behind the streaming tears. "I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING, I SWEAR!" she pleaded, a hoarse tone taking to her voice now as she began to sound desperate, rasping for a clear breath of air as the hysteria began to set in. "PLEASE, JUST WAIT, PLEASE!" she began to beg, desperately beg. "I CAN HELP Y--" but her words were cut short by a muzzle flash emitting from the barrel of a PPK, the noise in it's self enveloped the room causing a deafening ring to linger afterwards. He didn't even hear the body hit the floor, nor the lamp cascade and shatter from the coffee table as her body fell backwards against the frame of the table.
The gentleman holding the PPK slipped out a pristine white hankerchief, wiping the grip of the weapon, even taking a moment to stroke the barrel of the smoking gun to eradicate any misplaced fingerprints he might've left on the weapon; although it was a tireless effort, who would care about a dead woman whilst there was a war going on, but regardless he still made the necessary moves in being sure to cover his trails properly. More so to the point, it was perhaps out of habit by now.
Standing over the body of the dead woman, he watched for a good few seconds with an intent glare to his eye, making sure she wasn't still alive. He recalled a time momentarily to himself of a time he shot a gentleman at point blank range, thinking the man was dead, only to end up having a dinner fork stabbed into the back of his left shoulder-blade shortly after he turned his back to the body of the man. He must've been pissed off that his dinner had been interrupted so rudely, that he was still so hungry? Either way, he learned from his mistakes now and made sure he didn't turn away so quickly.
When he did turn however, he now pointed the pistol gripped with a handkerchief at Oberleutnant Steinbeck tied to a wooden chair. He was gagged with a rag and a whelp above his left eyebrow was abundantly clear; looked as if the Oberleutnant had been pistol whipped or hit with something sturdy nonetheless as the blood oozed down the side of his face. "Unfortunate... The blonde I mean" he simply said. "Now, how about you tell me what I need to know" he suggested, as he stepped closer to the bound Oberleutnant, yanking the rotten gag from out of his mouth.
OOC: I know this is an awkward situation, but you can enter anyhow you like. I had to open the thread with this scenario, as it's the start of what could turn out to be an intriguing storyline that could affect others. It's completely open and I'm going with the roll. You can set the actual scene of where this is taking place if it makes it easier to enter, doesn't matter if it's upstairs of a tavern, in a private home or in a office block. I've left the description of the surroundings vague, so it may help you enter easier.
The gentleman holding the PPK slipped out a pristine white hankerchief, wiping the grip of the weapon, even taking a moment to stroke the barrel of the smoking gun to eradicate any misplaced fingerprints he might've left on the weapon; although it was a tireless effort, who would care about a dead woman whilst there was a war going on, but regardless he still made the necessary moves in being sure to cover his trails properly. More so to the point, it was perhaps out of habit by now.
Standing over the body of the dead woman, he watched for a good few seconds with an intent glare to his eye, making sure she wasn't still alive. He recalled a time momentarily to himself of a time he shot a gentleman at point blank range, thinking the man was dead, only to end up having a dinner fork stabbed into the back of his left shoulder-blade shortly after he turned his back to the body of the man. He must've been pissed off that his dinner had been interrupted so rudely, that he was still so hungry? Either way, he learned from his mistakes now and made sure he didn't turn away so quickly.
When he did turn however, he now pointed the pistol gripped with a handkerchief at Oberleutnant Steinbeck tied to a wooden chair. He was gagged with a rag and a whelp above his left eyebrow was abundantly clear; looked as if the Oberleutnant had been pistol whipped or hit with something sturdy nonetheless as the blood oozed down the side of his face. "Unfortunate... The blonde I mean" he simply said. "Now, how about you tell me what I need to know" he suggested, as he stepped closer to the bound Oberleutnant, yanking the rotten gag from out of his mouth.
OOC: I know this is an awkward situation, but you can enter anyhow you like. I had to open the thread with this scenario, as it's the start of what could turn out to be an intriguing storyline that could affect others. It's completely open and I'm going with the roll. You can set the actual scene of where this is taking place if it makes it easier to enter, doesn't matter if it's upstairs of a tavern, in a private home or in a office block. I've left the description of the surroundings vague, so it may help you enter easier.
