Post by Monica de Medici on Jul 12, 2005 2:18:20 GMT -5
Now if one know generally what a Countess dealt with they wouldn’t think that life a fantasy. At least for Monica that life had been left in Italy, but that didn’t mean that it would remain there.
It begins...
Quick to anger, a woman with no patience at all, obsidian ways and likes. Blue a favored colour drifting across the sky as it danced with the clouds; a peaceful scene slipping way before her eyes within a dream. Peace, beauty, serenity what she could not have. ‘Bang!’ She suddenly woke; jolted from that slumber that had taken her by storm. To her right a table laden with books and a’top of one lay a case. ‘Bang!’ it came again bringing her to her feet. ‘Bang!’ again and again did the loud noise come were they gun shots? No they weren’t loud enough a casual glance to the table around her to see what could have made this noise.
“What could this be now?”
This was New York it could be anything. The woman wasn’t unprepared as most thought she would be, moonlighting hero work tended to get the best and worst out of people. Careful fingers tugged the zips of her form-fitting suit she then snapped the closures in place. Pulling her gloves over her hands she started towards the large metal door, her eyes shooting to what showed from the space under it. ‘Bang!’ this time she door shook.
A brow lifted slowly as the many shadows danced before it. Stepping away from the door she moved back into the rooms. Why did she choose to stay with a good friend of hers tonight? He sold guns it was likely that he would be in some kind of trouble sooner or later. Better go warn him anyway. Hurried steps were taken as she moved towards the upper level of the gun shop. Her holsters were grabbed and fastened on her way to the door. A hand reached out to the handle and quickly drew it open. Standing five feet to the left of Leon Shytland and three feet from Page Madison. They didn’t exactly look like trouble but one could never be sure twin Berettas drawn and aimed for them both.
“What the hell is going on here?”
The two simply looked at her. Monica felt dizzy suddenly slowly she slumped to the ground dropping her arms and the guns. Those two were not solid… they were ghosts. GHOSTS. More of them to attack her.
((One is welcome to join in if one likes))
It begins...
Quick to anger, a woman with no patience at all, obsidian ways and likes. Blue a favored colour drifting across the sky as it danced with the clouds; a peaceful scene slipping way before her eyes within a dream. Peace, beauty, serenity what she could not have. ‘Bang!’ She suddenly woke; jolted from that slumber that had taken her by storm. To her right a table laden with books and a’top of one lay a case. ‘Bang!’ it came again bringing her to her feet. ‘Bang!’ again and again did the loud noise come were they gun shots? No they weren’t loud enough a casual glance to the table around her to see what could have made this noise.
“What could this be now?”
This was New York it could be anything. The woman wasn’t unprepared as most thought she would be, moonlighting hero work tended to get the best and worst out of people. Careful fingers tugged the zips of her form-fitting suit she then snapped the closures in place. Pulling her gloves over her hands she started towards the large metal door, her eyes shooting to what showed from the space under it. ‘Bang!’ this time she door shook.
A brow lifted slowly as the many shadows danced before it. Stepping away from the door she moved back into the rooms. Why did she choose to stay with a good friend of hers tonight? He sold guns it was likely that he would be in some kind of trouble sooner or later. Better go warn him anyway. Hurried steps were taken as she moved towards the upper level of the gun shop. Her holsters were grabbed and fastened on her way to the door. A hand reached out to the handle and quickly drew it open. Standing five feet to the left of Leon Shytland and three feet from Page Madison. They didn’t exactly look like trouble but one could never be sure twin Berettas drawn and aimed for them both.
“What the hell is going on here?”
The two simply looked at her. Monica felt dizzy suddenly slowly she slumped to the ground dropping her arms and the guns. Those two were not solid… they were ghosts. GHOSTS. More of them to attack her.
((One is welcome to join in if one likes))
