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Post by chantel on Apr 1, 2010 0:16:25 GMT -5
Chantel watched as Chapin photoshopped the picture of her and Kevala kissing under the tree. Now the girl looked to have short, brown hair. Chantel smiled as she called her brother into the room by texting him.
She had a folded piece of paper in her hands. She was the brains in the operation and she would get her brother to get his hands dirty. Normally how it would work.
On said paper the steps were written.
1) Brainwash Mischa, make sure she doesn't remember what you are about to do
2)Trick Mischa into over dosing on her own cocaine.
3) Leave picture near body.
4) Call Kev and hospital as if you discovered the body.
Now she had to just wait to tell him of his engagements tonight...
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Post by Uriel on Apr 1, 2010 1:43:40 GMT -5
While in his mind the more refined of the two sticking to his implements of the arts including an array of medieval weapons. Uriel lavished himself in his own room decorated to fit his facade, that of the mask he wore. The crimson streaks matched with dark black walls assisted in an ambiance of a modern romantic era goth scene. While Goth he was not he certainly appreciated the depiction of pain, at the very least unto other people.
*Bzzzz*
Damn why was his attention at this very moment needed? He furrowed a brow in contempt for his sister's text message. He'd only agreed to this in the attempts of swifter access towards their cousin. Standing up out of his lazy position he flitted quickly through the halls taking to sliding on the marble floor right into her room without knocking.
"You called, sister dearest?" A thick lace of cynicism to his voice as he fell into yet another overly gaudy array of pillows.
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Post by chantel on Apr 1, 2010 2:50:39 GMT -5
"You called, sister dearest?"
Chantel turned to see her brother standing at the doorway. She smiled and printed off the picture of the "mystery girl" and Kev. I was on glossed paper so it had a more authentic look.
"Why yes, brother of mine. I think I am ready for your assistance. We can get back for our sister's death tonight...Well get a big part of it done. I will never be done with the woman."
She grabbed the photo and cut it with a paper cutter and tucked it in the folded piece of paper. "I have the instructions on this piece of paper... so it is quite easy to understand. I understand you need this girl to get to Gabriel and I don't want to mess this up for you as well... That and I would really like Gabriel to fall... so follow these instructions carefully."
She handed him the paper and that sinister smile painted her soft features. Such an expression didn't belong on an angelic face such as hers, but over time one would understand how evil this angel was.
"We can't let it slip we had done this or everything is ruined and so will be my reputation. Mischa has a pizza shop... I had written the adress on that paper as well. She will most likely be in the loft and there will be a stash of cocaine I want her to take that."
Chantel had done some homework of course. She had Chapin dress up like a drug user and he was to buy from Mischa. "Mischa doesn't do the very drugs she sells so it would be suspicious if the girl O.Ded on it. It won't be though..if she sees this picture. Make her forget you were even there and she will wake up thinking that she was depressed over her girlfriend rather than a frame. Do I make myself clear? Now..if you call the hospital and such.... then you look like a hero to Kev. Make sure the chef knows you are going up to the loft to deliver something and leave right when she takes the drugs... I don't want you questioned as to why you were in a drug bust. Then you return to the scene of the crime later to 'discover' the body."
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Post by Uriel on Apr 3, 2010 2:15:35 GMT -5
An almost indignant look towards his sister as she made the commands about the place as though she were the master and he was but a lap dog it made him grow an insufferable distaste. However she did know just well enough to commend people dropping her harsh facade towards her own goals to appease towards Uri's. A fair deal nonetheless they each got to play their own part in this game all it took was unison.
"Sounds easy enough. It will be done."
With that Uriel pulled himself regrettably out of the couch he'd displaced himself into and was now on the move. His feet trudging bit by bit down the stairs of the mansion feeling a bit bored at the prospect of doing the work by himself and in fact doing it himself it irritated him to a degree.
*** Moments later ***
Uriel strode out of the limo but a few streets from the Pizzeria in an attempt to not draw attention or at least the negative kind. With firm strides he pressed on stepping in the Pizzeria undoubtedly feeling uncomfortable but not showing any reclusive signs of such.
"Hello is there a Mischa working here today?" Uriel would ask the front attendant in as pleasant a tone as he could manage.
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Apr 3, 2010 19:18:40 GMT -5
Mischa sat in the kitchen reading a comic book. Her head was full of all the worries about Kevala. She was supposed to be working but all the stress was making her in a not so functional mood. At least her chef was nice about it... confusing her stress with her current pregnant stage.
She heard someone enter the store, but she ignored it just like all the other customers. She had people working to deal with them while she still remained hidden in the back. Though when he asked for her, she leaned to the left from her sitting position so her head could poke around the corner to see who had entered the pizzaria. It was someone she had never met before, yet he knew her name. It must be a buyer, but a buyer of something other than pizza. That means she would have to deal with him and not her employees. They weren't exactly involved with her illegal business.
She set her book down and left the kitchen. She took in the boy's features and she had never seen him before if her life depended on it. He must have been recommended to her or something. He seemed rather spiffy..maybe even too spiffy to be a buyer.
Mischa approached him with a smile. "Yup she is here. You are here for a special order?" she was referring to drugs...like cocaine or pot or something that she sold... and if he was an illegal buyer he would get the hint...if not then he was just gonna have to get the daily pizza special.
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Post by Uriel on Apr 3, 2010 23:15:03 GMT -5
Uriel turned his head up curiously to get a better "living" impression of his soon to be target. His pale blue eyes traced her figure up and down the noticeable traces of impregnation. Though that was certainly a surprise on his front, was she not in a gay relationship? Otherwise they used a doner. Waving the thought out of his head he stepped up to play the part presented for him. If she was asking for a special buyer he'd be that very same.
"Yes, would you make time for me, preferably in private?" Uriel said with a righteous statement.
He may not have been the type of a maddened druggie however a seller on the other hand. And it certainly wasn't odd for sellers to double sell the deal. It was just a matter of alternating prices and even "spicing up the deal."
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Apr 3, 2010 23:47:05 GMT -5
She nodded and it was his way of stating he was in fact one of those people. She nodded into the direction of a flight of stairs that said employees only. Mischa lead the way and climbed the stairs and at the top was a locked door. After unlocking it, they were now inside a loft that looked like a well done up apartment. It was a lot nicer than most lofts above pizzarias, but that is only because Mischa had the money of a mobster not a pizza shop owner.
She pulled out a package of cocaine that was enough for a good few hits. The stuff she sold was strong so she was told. Her team and no to mention her customers always speak highly of it and always wants to come back to her. That is also how she gets customers that had been recommended to her... and that's what she thought this guy was here for.
"I'm guessing this is what you want? Don't use too much of it. This shit is strong and has the potential to take you out."
She waited for the answer from the boy. She assumed it was crack he wanted... it was the majority of her customers wants. If he had another drug in mind she would take that out no problem.
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Post by Uriel on Apr 3, 2010 23:56:26 GMT -5
Following his way up with a patient pace the throbbing in his chest increased, the excitement before a kill of sorts it always fueled his blood. The adrenaline cycled through him excitedly without stop. Even inside the doors he felt as though when he sat the place would be crushed by the sheer heat of this place.
Taking a seat in the secluded room Uriel grinned, letting a lock of hair drop across his face before he'd shift it away out of his face revealing the devilish eye.
"I'm guessing this is what you want? Don't use too much of it. This shit is strong and has the potential to take you out."
"Don't worry the drugs aren't for me..."
With a devious smile he'd look up expecting a curious expectation.
"I'd like for you to take it...... all of it." He'd glare with an insidious smile.
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Apr 4, 2010 0:29:10 GMT -5
She looked questionable to the boy. He was probably just a flipper and would turn around and sell it himself. He could very well be like her and not even do drugs, but sell it to others. Though her assumptions were set aside and chills were sent down her body as his look seemed off...
"I'd like for you to take it...... all of it."
Her brow twitched as the rest of her body locked. A headache pounded inside her mind as his words thread their way into her subconscious as she picked up the bag. She didn't want to do the drugs... they were dangerous...especially for the baby... she didn't understand why she was doing it... but she opened up the beg. Her hands were shaking...trying to stop herself and just keeping her mind on the child inside her womb. Finally her mind broke. It shattered into a million pieces and her mind was his...it was empty as she dumped the powder on to the table. Absent minded she grabbed a piece of paper and rolled it into a straw and leaned over the scattered drugs.
It traveled up her nose as she felt it slowly take effect on her. It didn't hit her as fast as it should due to the fact it was no longer her mind to be stolen by the drug. There was slight pain when she went back for more as the chemicals burned the inside of her nostril. Her eyes teared from the pain as well as the fact some where deep inside didn't want this to happen.
She dropped to her knees.. her body unable to help itself no matter how strong her mind was in the matter. Her mind started blacking out as she laid her head on the ground.
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Post by Uriel on Apr 4, 2010 1:18:26 GMT -5
Uriel's expression shifted from one of enjoyment at this action but then it shifted back into something of boredom. This was too dull, something he could've achieved any time and for what more reason than his own sister's plots. Cocking his head back he waited until the girl looked to be dead. Palpitations of her chest had proven otherwise. Now was the time to fulfill his end of the deal.
"9-1-1 Emergency what seems to be the problem?"
"Theres a bit of trouble at the local Pizzeria, this girl is passed out on the ground I don't know what's wrong but the place is a mess and I don't know what to do..." Uriel faked a panicked sensation with little emphasis other than need be.
"Calm down sir, paramedics will be on their way shortly."
*Click*
"Excellent... It seems poor Mischa as though there is one more thing for you to do for me..."
He'd lean over apathetically lifting her face and peeling open her eye lid. "Forget everything that has happened since I entered your life..."
With a short lived smile he'd release her and turn up the photo's on her person. Whether that be when she would wake to discover them, she'd eventually break under the wall dropping upon her.
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Apr 4, 2010 1:36:27 GMT -5
She felt her eye lids open. Her body felt crippled and the light was too bright so she tried to force her eyes closed once again before she heard his demand. Right after she heard it she closed her eyes tight to shut out the light and then instantly she forget his face. Her head titled to the side not being able to steady itself straight. Her eyes wondered open for a minute...just to get the blurred image of the photo on the ground near her. That body...that face she could never forget...only with a being she had never met. She didn't remember why she did this to herself... but the picture pieced it together...Kevala cheated and Mischa wanted to do something about it... Now her eyes closed welcoming the drugs effect to overwhelm her as if it was her original intention.
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Paramedics arrived even with specialized doctors. As they worked some police had come into the scene. Drugs were involved and they needed questions from the boy.
"Whats your name and why are you here?" once they intarigated him they would let the medics know the situation at hand and contact any family this girl had. Everyone was worrisome. The police saw the photo near the body... saw that the girl was pregnant.. they were already making the assumption it was an attempted suicide.... but they still wanted to make sure this boy had nothing to do with it...or just to congratulate him and ask if he would mind if they would let her family members know of his heroic deed.
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Post by Uriel on Apr 4, 2010 1:54:16 GMT -5
Uriel had been waiting along the sidelines told to do so by the authorities stressed out beyond all belief and Uriel was the only calm face amongst them. A cautious officer approached with a frivolous demeanor asking the quick bout of questions with a certain vigor. And then again putting on the mask Uriel would play his part.
"It was my first day working here, the manager told me to check the stockroom and I just found her lying there, I don't know what else happened..."
He spoke quickly in a bit of a shell-shocked demeanor. Of course the staff would back up his story, looking across the scene he saw others being interrogated, their eyes glazed over with the pale zombie stares. Everything was in order, pawns to his will.
Excellent...
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