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Post by knightmare13 on Sept 10, 2010 2:37:36 GMT -5
"Aww, this must be your friend Shane." Strovynsk said, "A pleasure to meet you, I am Dimitri Strovynsk." Ding, ding ding! "Strovynsk, you're the one who's making a bid for Brent incorporated right?" "How do you know this." "I'm actually very close to the business world." I said with my sly smirk. "Ah, you must be apart of the company?" "You can say that." I looked at Hilde and noticed how she held close; I just smirked at her.
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Post by Hildegard Merquise on Sept 10, 2010 2:50:40 GMT -5
Hilde remained silent, only half listening to what the men were saying. She felt so lame for not knowing anything, it was so cliche; especially for a girl. She remained at his side,wondering if she could wander off and look at more art. Although the possibility of being watched or approached by strangers wasn't quite fun. They didn't seem like her normal sort of company, so it was a little intimidating.
Wait.. What was she talking about? Ones attitude and clothing tend to reflect each other. She wasn't exactly the type to care, why start? Hilde thought about it for a moment before leaning in and whispering to Shane. "Thanks Shane.I'm going to look at some more art~" She'd give his arm a bit of a squeeze before wandering off.
This time she stood straight and looked up, no more feeling out of place. It didn't matter, so long as her good friend was in sight and she felt good. She felt good wearing what she loved, so she did so. She didn't stray far of course, since she wouldn't want to have Shane need to hardcore search for her. That wouldn't be nice.
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Post by knightmare13 on Sept 10, 2010 2:59:41 GMT -5
"Hmm? Alright Hilde, I'm gonna go move around a bit myself but I'll meet up with you soon after okay?" I said with a smile as she was about to move I slipped a small bugging device on her back which I hid in my sleeve. I knew Strovynsk's type, he won't give up he'll go after her soon. sorry Hilde. I said, 'It's for the mission, that's all that matters. Knightmare said to me. 'Shut up.' Did I just tell myself to shut up? I'm gonna need help.
Strovynsk watched Hilde walk off and I wanted to run his head through several of the walls. "See something you like sir?" "I honestly have." He said with a chuckle turning his gaze back to me. "Tell me Shane, you and Hildegard aren't..." "Huh, oh...well no but-" "Great, excuse me." And he began to walk off. That son of a...who are they?
At a few seconds apart several men walked in each of different height and weight but they were all together, that was easy to tell. "This si gonna be one of those nights isn't it?
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Post by Hildegard Merquise on Sept 10, 2010 3:09:53 GMT -5
Of course she knew he wouldn't keep an eye on her, or at least she could have hoped he would have. Maybe she was too presumptuous to assume he'd do so. So, she'd wander through the crowd, checking out the sculptures, photography, and more painted art. It was all so amazing. More than she could have hoped to see on a school night. Plus there was the herd of classy looking people wandering about with their nose sin the air,chattering about the art and other people. As if they had nothing better to do... Such a shame.
Regardless of how weird it was, she'd keep smiling and enjoying her evening. All the while wondering what was on her friend's mind. She'd scan the crowd for him before turning her back to the pack. Closing her eyes for a moment before opening them once more. Fresh vision for a new portrait. She was lost once more, she was playing with the chain on her coat, even without realizing it at first.
Perhaps it was just a habit of hers. The need to fiddle with things.
This is so borinngggg!
"What a magnificent piece."
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Post by knightmare13 on Sept 10, 2010 3:15:22 GMT -5
"You like yes?" Strovynsk asked appearing behind her once again. "This is one of our better pieces that we've been able to bring here." He explained. "I'm glad you seem to be enjoying yourself Ms. Merquise." He moved closer to her. He saw several men walking around and a glint in his eyes appeared. "Oh, Ms. You are going to enjoy this One of the artist has actually shown up, he's a personal friend of mine, you must meet." He said taking hold of her and forcefully leading her to one of the men.
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Post by Hildegard Merquise on Sept 10, 2010 10:30:16 GMT -5
Just while she was enjoying the art, out of no where the Stroganauff guy appeared and once again spoke to her. Surely being Russian and at the museum, he had better things to do. Like talking with all the fancy people, or something along those lines. Apppareeenttllyyyyy... he didn't. He'd rather talk to a seventeen year old girl, how strange. How old was he anyways? It was questionable. Hilde smiled smiled at him once more and nodded in agreement. She did indeed like the art. Who wouldn't?
"They are all simply amazing." She was having a hard time quickly thinking up responses, so her vocabulary was suffering a little. Surely she had used those words several times already. She noted him getting closer, it left her with a feeling of uneasiness that she couldn't shake.
OH NO!
She knew of Shane felt... ;w; except... She was always latching onto him. ;O;.
She'd snap out of her worries for a moment to hear him say: you must meet. Followed by him taking her hand and leading her off. Not wishing to make a scene, the red haired girl followed after him, trying to match his pace. He didn't have to pull her, she'd have followed... Kind of. He seemed way too pushy >___>
"Meeting an artist really?" She finally managed to speak. All the while wishing he'd let her go. There was so much more to look at... and and where was Shane~?D: Perhaps he wasn't going to step in this time. Her fault, really.
He really... should let go..... ori'llcutoffhisballs....
;w;
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Post by knightmare13 on Sept 10, 2010 12:53:02 GMT -5
"Ah, Brother Mirminsky, how are you my friend?" Strovynsk said leading Hilde and him to a man with a thick peppered beard and a white suit and sunglasses which was really not needed. "Ah, Comrade Strovynsk, such a pleasure." The man said with a thick accent, "Who is this?" He asked as he looked Hilde up and down. "Ah, my manners. Mirminsky, this is Hildegard Merquise, she is a fan of your work." "Really?" Mirminsky asked with a quirked eyebrow. "That is always good to hear." He nodded a greeting to Hilde, "A pleasure young miss." He said. "Perhaps she would like to hear more about your work?" Strovynsk asked.
A bigger man who was hanging left of the two bent forward and said something in Russian. "da, da." Mirminsky said, "Well my friend, I'm sure you'll enjoy my new work." "Oh," Strovynsk said, "I cannot wait to see it."
-Shane-
I looked and noticed several of the men placed themselves in different areas of the room and weren't even trying to blend in. 'This isn't going to end well.' For the first time I agreed with Knightmare. 'Where's Hilde?' I asked scanning the room as fast I could, 'Shane we don't have time, we'll find her when I get in, but we need to get to the car.' I didn't want to do that but finding her would take too much time. "Bathroom break." I said, moving to the closest restroom. 'Damnit, forgive me Hilde.'
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Post by Hildegard Merquise on Sept 11, 2010 10:56:41 GMT -5
So weird. Hilde stood still, listening to the two men, she'd snap out of it when Stroganuff introduced her an artist. The thing was that Hilde couldn't even remember if she had looked at pieces by the man. Which in its own was a little embarrassing, especially since he had labeled her one of Mirminsky's fans. She'd look up at the bearded man with a smile, it took her a few seconds to fully be able to form the sentence she wished to say. .__. It was her first time meeting an artist. Well, an actual... famous? one.
"It's very nice to meet you. Your words are amazing."
Yes, she was failing. The fact was, she just wanted to run off and look at art. Sure, it was an honor to meet an artist, but she hadn't asked for it. Nor was she prepared, since she couldn't match the art to the man. To her such things were important.
;w;
"New work?"
Okay, she was curious.Perhaps it was best to stick around for a bit longer.
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Post by knightmare13 on Sept 12, 2010 13:35:38 GMT -5
Mirminsky smirked when he heard Hilde ask about his new work. "Oh, babushka, I believe you'll really enjoy this." He said looking around and looking at several of the men who entered before and after him.
-Shane-
I moved into the nearest bathroom and luck will have it that there be a ventilation duct that I climbed into and navigated my way out of the building, 'of course, this is the only way I could go huh?' I looked down and the only way to the ground would be jumping into an open trashcan... 'You've done worse.' 'yeah but this is brioni.' I didn't even think about it I dropped to the trashcan and strangely enough I heard, "GET OUT OF MY MANSION!" Of course.
I made my way to the car and opened the trunk. "Thank god I brough my spare." I said aloud picking up a bag I packed in before I picked up Hilde and ran into the alley I just came from. three minutes it took me to change, wasn't planning on keeping the clothes after that anyway. I put on my mask and made way for the one and only Knightmare. 'Let's get to work." He said with a smile that would scare a serial kliller.
-Inside-
"Are you ready comrade?" Mirminsky asked in russian, Strovynsk asked, "I have been waiting." He replied, "Ladies and Gentleman!" He yelled, "I am glad you have enjoyed my country's treasures, but I'm afraid the suggested Donations you neglected have just become mandatory!" He snappexd his fingers and right there several the men pulled out guns and pointed them at people. "You all know how it works!"
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Post by Hildegard Merquise on Sept 12, 2010 14:29:31 GMT -5
While the men were talking, Hilde was busy texting someone. OF course she wished to escape, so it was the only way to keep herself from being mean or rude by walking off. Sighing softly, she'd reply to a text from her father. //I'll be home later tonight dad. I'm at an exhibit opening with my friend Shane.
Okay. Call me if you need a ride. Shane? A date?
Nooooo. Just an adventure with a friend.//
The red haired girl hadn't noticed the men taking their positions. They were the least of her worry at the moment, it was all about stuffing her phone into the pocket of her jacket. Although she was contemplating texting Shane, of course she didn't want to seem like a nag or anything. She'd slip her phone away, looking up just as the Russian spoke.
Something something donations something something mandatory ....guns.
Wide eyed the girl took a few seconds to come to terms with the situation, when she did. She'd start looking around at the crowds of people. They were probably just as shocked as she was, not good not good! Scanning the crowd for Shane Hilde felt her heart sink, she was actually kind of afraid... Yes at the same time she felt as if she had been in a similar situation before hand. Closing her eyes for a moment, the girl grasped the sleeves of her jacket tightly, wishing that when she woke up, everything would be back to normal.
Wait wait... So the artist was the man behind it? What about the other guy? There was an uneasy feeling in her stomach, causing her to move backwards. She felt like she was in the wrong place. Standing so close to the men who were apparently the ring leaders. SHIII---- She could look like a villain too ;w;. Whats was worse, she didn't have any money on hand, she probably had a five dollar bill in her pocket from her last adventure in it. Surely that would not play well with the Russians. Maybe they'd not notice her inching away from them
Oh sheep.. oh sheep. Shaannee.. where are you? ;w;
This could get interesting... hmmm.
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Post by knightmare13 on Sept 12, 2010 15:35:59 GMT -5
A man with a gun kicked in several stalls in the bathroom while one waited outside. All the stalls were empty, but he looked thoroughly to be safe and to be able to tell the boss that it was all clear. "I am so sick of this shi-" A clink could be heard and he turned around quickly. "Who is there?" He asked.
I had no time for games, Grab him from behind and choke him out. He'll fight, my ribs were protected but will be sore. The next one came in asking forr the guy I just took out. He found him and I disabled him, I struck him in the Vagus nerve, he'll be paralyzed for twenty minutes, Shane will hope it's long enough. I slap him to keep him around long enough to find out what's going on. "Who are you working for?" I asked he chuckled, He spoke in russian, "I will tell you nothing, you can't even understand me." He grew in chuckled and I just narrowed my eyes, "I do," I said in russian, his eyes widened, "And you will..."
-Mirminsky-
"What is keeping those idiots so long?!" He asked agitated and turned to Strovynsk, "These men are fools!" He spoke in Russian. Strovynsk tried rather weakly to console Mirminsky and kept his eyes on Hilde, "Ms. Merquise, where are you going?" He asked.
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Post by Hildegard Merquise on Sept 12, 2010 16:15:57 GMT -5
Well of course she was spotted, she could have only been time until he noticed. Sadly, he noticed her fast, drrraatttttt. The red haired girl looked up at the Russian, a worried expression plastered on her face. She couldn't hide the fact she was actually afraid. Crossing her arms across her chest, the girl fidgeted trying to remain calm and stand still. She'd look down at the ground, then to the left,and right. Uhhmmm. What to say? what to say? Hilde looked over at Mirminsky once more, she'd open her mouth to say something... But failed.
"I.....I....I.." Hilde was having difficulty making up her mind. It was now or never, right? Either way she'd probably not end up in a good situation. Shaking her head the girl turned and bolted. She wasn't going to stay where she felt threatened. Even if in running she knew she'd be caught. It was just instinct to run.
D:
Will there be bloooddd?<3
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Post by knightmare13 on Sept 12, 2010 16:43:17 GMT -5
The punk sang like a canary before I put him out. 'So that's the plan huh?' I asked myself as I snuck back to the main exhibit and took out what guards I could at that point. Each of them carried automatics that could've easily pierced my suit, but they were too slow on the draw. I actually made it to the walkway just about the exhibit hall we were at and I could see them in the center, a little cliche, but made it a lot easier. 'Hilde?' I supressed the urges as best I could, the emotion could be very hazardous before getting the job done.
-Exhibit hall-
"Stop her!" Mirminsky said and a gargantuan Russian with a shaved head made his way to grab Hilde. "You stay where you are you little." "Do not harm her!" Strovynsk said, "She will be our insurance." He said to Mirminsky, "Just restrain her. Without skipping a beat the man went to grab Hilde.
-Knightmare-
"Big mistake rooski." I thought.
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Post by Hildegard Merquise on Sept 12, 2010 22:30:31 GMT -5
She heard the familiar voice of the pushy Russian, she didn't turn to look, just keep moving. Sadly Hilde was stopped by the large Russian with a shaved head. Wait, she was insurance, for what? It was all so confusing, everything swirled in her mind and then the world became hazy and then black. She went limp for a moment in the grasp of the Russian crony. Things were apparently too much for Hilde, which caused her to faint. Not fun not fun not fun.
She'd give it a few moments before emerging the dominate one. Saphir was finally going to get to play, after a long time being dormant, she'd get to play with everyone. GOOD GOOD GOOD! BUWHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Saphir remained still, playing the part of the faint female, a damsel in distress. Perfect to catch someone off guard, yes? Oh yes.
Resisting the urge to cackle and reach for the man's throat, she'd wait to see how the man took things. PLAN IT MINUTE BY MINUUTTTEEEEEEEE! D< One wrong step and she'd be in super hot water. The next question was... Where or where was Shane? He always seemed to disappear. What a shame.....and yet so curious.
[[OOC: POSTED. FAIL XD]]
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Post by knightmare13 on Sept 12, 2010 23:07:59 GMT -5
CRASH!!!!!
"What the hell!?" Strovynsk yelled, "Who is this?" Mirminsky asked grabbing Strovynsk by his collar. "How the hell would I know!?" I didn't waste time, one tried to get a round off but I avoided the bullet and knocked him down with a sweep and stomped on his chest; he'd be down for a while. Another fired off an automatic and one pierced the "tail" of my coat and thankfully missed me. I kept taking the ones closest to me and then I heard the yells of someone, "Stop you morons!" He yelled, "I need these!" Really?
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