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Post by Kana Lémartes on Feb 8, 2011 22:24:51 GMT
Kana, freshly dressed and armed with his favourite torture instruments as well as his gun and sword, strode in to the room. He took one look at the scene in front of him - Charity not restrained like he'd expected and his lackey bleeding in the corner. He sighed as though the whole thing was a huge trial and shot the vampire in the head before he realised what was going on.
Then he turned his attention to Charity. "So you invade my house, attempt to kill me and then wound my staff?" He said critically. He hauled her up by her neck and snapped two iron shackles around her wrists to stop her from running away or shooting him again.
It was only then he took in what she was wearing. "Well, at least that idiot did something right." He said in a tone that might have been approval. "Although I don't know where he found one of my sisters old dresses."
He brought his attention to her face again. "So tell me about these... proxies... your employer went through. I want descriptions, accents, everything." Kana already had his suspicions as to who had hired Charity, but he couldn't justify retaliation without proof.
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Post by Charity Jackson on Feb 8, 2011 22:42:55 GMT
She groaned painfully at the very loud sound, not even giving the pervert vamp a second glance once she had confirmed that she'd just heard a gun shot and she wasn't in pain so obviously he had been the one to get shot and not her.
Getting yanked to her feet wasn't something she appreciated, especially by her neck, she didn't like the idea of such a fragile part of her anatomy being in the hands of a Vampyre, let alone a guy she tried to kill.... somewhen ago, but heavy cold shackles were snapped around her wrists before she could do much else about it. Great, she gets given a fucked up job, bad information, what wasn't a concussion but still exceptionally painful, molested by some creep and now she was getting manhandled and restrained for defending herself. Fuck my life! When she got her hands on the bastard who handled her kharmic debt she was going to give him at least eight new holes to breathe out of. Possibly through the side of his skull. Maybe his dick too.
She glared at him, "Three stooges," she bit out, thoroughly pissed off, "White, two male, one female. Girl was blonde, grey eyed, 5'4", walked like she had training, callouses on her hands suggested guns, she carried knives as well. Laconic speech, rolled her r's, French sounding, huskier than a normal woman. Killer legs. B-cup.
"Guy one, 6'2", brown hair, spiky, grey-green eyes, high cheekbones and a thin slightly crooked nose, blotchy complexion, fondness for leather, carried heavy calibur guns and a katana of all things, walked with a slight limp favouring the left side, his speech was muddled, faked a Russian accent but inflection suggested Irish, or some screwed up Scottish.
"Guy two, 5'5", slender, petite, long black hair, dark brown eyes that could knock Bambi harder than a friggit, pale skin, baggy clothes, moved a bit like a dancer, light, graceful, hand to hand specialist, knuckles were scuffed and scarred. British accent, old timy, snotty upper-crust one that makes you want to punch 'em in the side of the head."
Her tone was cold, impartial and completely professional. Yet she still glared at him as if it was his fault the Polar Bears were dying.
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Feb 9, 2011 10:46:36 GMT
Kana gave the woman the sort of smile he might have given a dog that had just learned how to attack on command. "Well aren't you a good girl." He commented. "Whatever happened to 'professional dignity'?" He ignored the ice-cold glare she gave him - it wasn't as if people usually looked at Kana warmly.
Her descriptions had given him something to think about, though. As far as he knew, there were two people who really stood to gain from his death. The first, his sister Amara, because she had felt cheated when Vincent took over the family empire despite her being older. It made sense for her to want Kana out of the picture so she could finally claim what she probably thought was her birthright.
The second, and in Kana's mind, more plausible option was Belle Thorne, his adopted niece. Legally, she was Vincent's heir and in the event of his death, she should have been the one to take control of the Lémartes empire. As it was, she'd only managed to get control of the Edgehaven properties, mostly because they'd been bought in her name and there was nothing Kana could do about that.
However, Charity's information didn't give him enough proof to accuse either of them, although his suspicions were quite heavily on Belle now. The woman she had described sounded familiar and he was sure he'd seen her on Belle's staff before now.
The question now though was what to do with the failed assassin. Keep her alive or kill her? There was no point trying to get any more information out of her - she obviously didn't know anything else that could be useful to her. Whoever employed her had been careful.
"Tell me one more thing," he said pensively. "How much were you offered to kill me?"
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Post by Charity Jackson on Feb 9, 2011 14:51:07 GMT
Charity bared her teeth, snarling at him after the crack about her dignity making an abortive gesture which may or may not have been a rude hand gesture that she couldn't show him due to the shackles.
"Hundred grand. Extra fifty if I took out your business," she sneered, that bitch screwed her over, right now, Lemartes was her best shot at getting the bitch killed. Since she wasn't going to be around to do it herself, she may as well give the asshole all the information she had and hope it's enough for him to figure out who and go and kill the cunt. At least then Charity can greet her in hell, personally, with many a pointy and sharp impliment.
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Feb 20, 2011 15:28:42 GMT
Kana ignored Charity's attempts at a rude hand gesture and scoffed. "That little?" He shook his head. "Sloppy." He stepped closer to Charity and took her chin in his hand, examining her face carefully.
"You should consider yourself very, very lucky Miss Jackson." He told her quietly, staring her down. "Had I hired you, you would have been dead long before now. However," he let a slow, humorless smile creep across his face. "I'm going to offer you an opportunity."
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Post by Charity Jackson on Feb 20, 2011 19:38:08 GMT
She bristled, it wasn't like she had much of a choice! Hadn't he heard the old adage? The woman sneered, "Beggers can't be choosers," she snapped before twitching violently as he touched her face, severely tempted to spit him in the eye.
"An opportunity?" she echoed with an arched eyebrow, a sour, equally humourless, sarcastic smile curling on her lips, "What, a swift and painless death? Aren't I the lucky girl."
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Feb 20, 2011 20:11:14 GMT
Kana laughed mirthlessly. "I'm afraid I don't treat failed assassin's to swift and painless deaths." He told her. "No, I was thinking more along the lines of employment. £50,000 a month and the chance for revenge on whoever hired you to kill me."
He moved in a little closer to her, smiling coldly. "Do we have a deal?"
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Post by Charity Jackson on Feb 20, 2011 21:31:12 GMT
She was distantly aware the slack jawed expression of astonishment and shock must have looked rather humorous and a bit embarrassing.
50K in pounds? With the £ to $ ratio.... that was about.... $81,300 - roughly. Fuck! In two months she could earn back twice the amount she would have been paid for this job!! Not to mention she got to ghost the bitch who screwed her over. Hell, she would've done that for free.
Suspicion immediately reared its head.
"Why?" she asked, blue eyes narrowing, "What's the catch?"
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Feb 25, 2011 13:56:33 GMT
Kana noted the woman's expression with amusement. Good, she was shocked at how much money he was offering. That would keep her interested and, more importantly, keep her loyal.
"Catch?" Kana arched an eyebrow. "There is no catch. Unless you count having to work for me a catch. Some people do," he added, thinking of Zack Kalen, his right hand man and the distaste he had for his job.
"The choice is yours, Miss Jackson."
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Post by Charity Jackson on Feb 26, 2011 11:04:57 GMT
How maddeningly vague.
Blue eyes narrowed on the Vampyre, if other Leeches thought working for this guy was a downside, just how did his human employees feel? Were they in any condition to actually speak for that matter? Not to mention what his business was, she would shoot herself before she became a whore.
"As a human, what job could I expect to have to do for you?" she asked a lot more calmly than she felt. "Afterall, I was under the impression that humans have only three uses to your kind. And I'm not too keen on any of them."
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Jun 14, 2011 20:48:57 GMT
Kana stepped back a little, though his expression didn't change as he considered the woman's words. "Well," he said pensivley," I was going to suggest you keep your role as a hit-woman, but if you prefer the idea of working in another capacity...."
Leaving his sentence hanging in the air, he crossed his arms, fully expecting retaliation from Charity.
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Post by Charity Jackson on Jun 24, 2011 10:46:21 GMT
Blue eyes narrowed further at the suggestion, they both knew she was going to take his offer, she didn't like the idea of dying and if she had a way out of it then she was going to take it, if not then she'd do anything in her power to spite the one responsible.
"I think I'll stick with the killing, if you don't mind," she growled, huffing under her breath. He looked like he was expecting her to hit him, she'd love to hit him, but the fact that he had chained her hands behind her back earlier made that difficult, she could try kicking him but the fucking dress was in the way and she couldn't balance for shit in high-heels.
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Jul 2, 2011 18:05:03 GMT
A cold smile crept across Kana's face. "I thought that might be the case. Besides, I think you may be a little... rougher than my clients are used to." He added. He was curious about Charity, which was why he hadn't killed her after her information ran out - he didn't meet many female mercenaries. Assassins, yes - for some reason the assassin's guild seemed to attract as many women as it did men - but not many mercenaries. He found himself wondering what had led Charity to the life she led now.
Pushing the thoughts aside, he flickered to stand behind Charity. "A pity though," he said quietly, tilting his head and speaking almost directly in to her ear, "you really do look very fetching in that dress. I could have made a lot of money from you." He snapped the shackles off her wrists, freeing her arms and stepped back.
"It seems we have an agreement, Miss Jackson."
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Post by Charity Jackson on Jul 2, 2011 21:28:13 GMT
She bristled angrily, rubbing her wrists and turning around, limping backwards a few paces, entirely uncomfortable with the idea of the Vampyre behind her, briefly she gave thanks to whomever it was who dressed the slashes across her back and leg. "One I would appreciate in writing," she pointed out tightly, eyes narrowed.
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Jul 8, 2011 19:27:28 GMT
Kana nodded curtly. "Naturally," he stated. "Come up to my office and I'll have your contract drawn up." With a final appraising look at Charity, he swept from the room. As he had expected, another underling was waiting outside the door. Kana's staff had gotten very good at anticipating his requirements.
"Escort Ms Jackson to my office." He told the help, curtly. The vampire - a skinny, dark haired man, nodded. Without waiting for any further response, he strode up to his office. The room was larger than his bedroom and more sparsly furninshed, but what decoration it had was no less luxurious. He sat behind his mahogany desk and waited. He wondered whether Charity or her contract would arrive first.
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