Rune
Rogue Werewolf
Mercenary
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Post by Rune on Jun 14, 2007 23:30:38 GMT
Continued from: Backstreets
The moment she pushed open the door that lead back outside and stepped onto the rooftop, the whole of Rune’s poster changed. She became tenser, more alert and ready for any kind of danger. At the same time however, there was an air of excitement about the female wolf as she crouched down by the edge of the roof, a slight rise of stone protecting her from a casual glance.
Her finger lightly traced the scorpion emblem on her thin black fingerless gloves as she pulled them from her pocket and slipped them both on, flexing her hand and relishing the feel of the fabric against her skin. Rune bent down near the edge of the roof after peering over to take a look at the street below. The view would do and she undid the clasps on the briefcase, pulling it open.
Inside lay her prized sniper rifle in several pieces and with a pleased little hum she began to assemble it, conscious of time passing. The photo of her intended target lay snugly inside her inner jacket pocket and pervious reconnaissance had shown her that he walked this street everyday of his life. If she had her way, today would be the last time he walked down the street.
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Rune
Rogue Werewolf
Mercenary
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Post by Rune on Jun 17, 2007 21:02:03 GMT
She kept her breathing deep and even, finger curled around the trigger. Rune could stay crouched by the edge of the roof all day and night if she had to. Sniper shooting was all about patience and even thought she lacked it in some areas, when it came to the hunt she was content to sit and wait for as long as it took to get the job done.
The people on the street below her came and went, Rune sometimes following one with her scope for amusement. She imagined pulling the trigger and the chaos it would cause… but that would ruin her plan and as much as she enjoyed the hunt and crime, pure mayhem was not her idea of fun. Today at least.
Rune pulled her scope away from one of the passer-by’s, focusing back on the street, catching sight of a woman and her dog, moving further down the street… her eyes widened, breath catching in her throat at the sight of the male in her scope. Someone she’d never expected to see again, someone she’d half hoped she never would again.
Nathan Reed.
It took all her willpower not to squeeze the trigger and kill him out of pure shock, her finger twitching alarmingly close to it in surprise as she watched him, trying to control her breathing and work out what she was going to do.
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Rune
Rogue Werewolf
Mercenary
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Post by Rune on Jun 17, 2007 22:16:58 GMT
For a few moments she simply followed him with her scope, drinking in the sight of the male werewolf after all these years. It had been a long time since she had seen him last and Rune had to admit he was looking a lot better – of course the last time she had seen him, she’d stabbed him deep in the gut which went some way to explaining his less than stellar appearance at the time.
A smirk appeared on her face as she watched Nathan, weighing up the chance to have some fun and speak to him again verse her job. The work came first, it always had… but she had two more days before the deadline on the hit. Changing her plan couldn’t hurt too much in the long run.
Mind made up, Rune shifted the aim of her weapon, scope lighting on the person closest to Nathan, a tall, skinny young man with long blond hair. She’d never seen him before and she didn’t know his name, focusing on his forehead with her crosshairs.
Rune pulled the trigger.
The shot cracked off, bullet hitting the random human – she assumed it was a human – right between his eyes, the kill zone. Even before his body had hit the ground, her rifle was shifting back to Nathan, travelling down his body (possibly lingering a fraction longer on his groin than was needed) before reaching his feet and squeezing the trigger again. If that didn’t get Nathan’s attention, she would have to go down the physically wounding route.
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Rune
Rogue Werewolf
Mercenary
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Post by Rune on Jun 18, 2007 14:20:06 GMT
Gun un-holstered, cover in the form of the corner of the nearest building found Nathan's eyes turned upwards with a little more clarity. He spotted the barrel of a rifle and narrowed his eyes, unable to see the shooter. He squeezed off a round in that direction; a warning shot that clipped the brickwork of the ledge.
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She was enjoying herself far too much, her blood racing and almost singing as it coursed through her veins. This was more than the typical job now, it was a game and it was fun, the female wolf pushing aside all personal feelings for the male below her as best she could. With a curse she ducked her head down lower as the bullet hit the ledge, despite knowing it was unlikely to hit her.
Quickly she reloaded, peering down the scope at the corner Nathan was using as shelter. With a smirk she angled the rifle and fired off another two bullets in quick succession, each hitting the stone work a centimetre apart, and each at exactly the same height as his head. Satisfied that she had managed to get his attention, Rune pulled away from the edge of the building, keeping her body low and tight against the roof as she began to dismantle her rife, fingers flying over the weapon with practised ease.
It wouldn’t do for the police to find her after all.
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Rune
Rogue Werewolf
Mercenary
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Post by Rune on Jun 18, 2007 20:38:29 GMT
The sound of bullets caught Rune’s attention, and she pressed the last piece of her rifle into the foam that lined her briefcase before risking a glance over the lip of the roof. The shoots had been covering fire, she realised, catching sight of the other werewolf after a moment as he dashed towards the building she had taken her position up in.
“Finally,” Rune muttered under her breath, watching Nathan scale the fire escape rapidly. He may have safe from her as a sniper now but she had one of her pistols on her and this was just yet another point she could have killed him. Snapping shut the case, Rune reached around on the surface of the roof, collecting the spent shell casings and slipping them quickly into her pocket before Nathan could reach the top. She didn’t intend to draw her weapon, at least not yet – not till she saw his reaction.
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Nathan
Rogue Werewolf
Mercenary
The coldest blood runs through my veins; you know my name.
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Post by Nathan on Sept 4, 2007 21:11:36 GMT
Continued from: Streets.
Speeding up the iron ladder, Nathan gave little thought to what he would look like to the humans below him. They were no so panicked they probably hadn't even seen him bolt up the rungs, the street was emptying around the building he was scaling. One hand kept him gun held firmly, ready to fire if needs be once he got up there, he had decided pretty quickly that vaulting up form the fire exit was no a desirable approach though, it was too exposed and too sloppy and the sniper could probably take him out before he got his gun up level with his shoulder.
Thank God for boarded up windows.
The abandoned building had several and two levels below the roof Nathan broke through one, choosing a boarded up window as a quieter option when considered against shattering glass. He ran through the level to the fire door and darted up the staircase, two levels until he reached the roof access and slammed his way through it, gun gripped expertly in both his hands now and trained out ahead of him into the open space of the rooftop.
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Rune
Rogue Werewolf
Mercenary
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Post by Rune on Sept 5, 2007 19:51:41 GMT
Gloved hand grabbed at the now closed suitcase, Rune stepping backwards and away from the lip of the roof. There was only seconds left now, mere moments before the male werewolf appeared and she had to react, blood pumping furiously and making her feel so amazingly alive. Nathan didn’t know who was up here, which meant he would treat her as a hostile in his approach.
Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the part he would appear before mentally cursing and flinging herself even further back, past the doorway she had so recently passed through herself. There was no way an experienced man like him would be as stupid to actually come up that way.
Rune had barely stepped behind the door before he burst through it, pose deadly and determined. Seeing him so close up, so real, made all the cocky first words die in her mouth, mind for a second empty of everything but an intense longing. She kept her hands down by her side, close enough to both her taser and a gun but at the same time far enough away to not seem an immediate threat as she opened her mouth;
“Hello Nathan.”
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Nathan
Rogue Werewolf
Mercenary
The coldest blood runs through my veins; you know my name.
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Post by Nathan on Sept 11, 2007 19:11:07 GMT
"Rune..."
Her name was out of his mouth before his brain had had a chance to catch up with what his eyes were seeing, with what he was obviously registering. His gun was trained on her firmly and though his hands didn't shake and his gaze didn't dip something in him wavered upon seeing her alive again. Alive and well. The scar on his lower abdomen seemed to burn, as if reacting to her mere presence as a reopening of the wound, of so many wounds that had no visible scars.
For a moment there was nothing he could say, he began to rework the last time they had met in his mind, the story she had told him, the stabbing... Nathan swallowed but found his mouth remained dry as an ashtray and the lump in his throat was stuck there, not about to move in the near future. All questions seemed erroneous. She'd been the one firing at him, but he wasn't dead. He knew her well enough to know that if she'd wanted him dead he'd be that way, he'd assumed the very same from the shots that had torn through the brickwork down on street level. "What do you want?" he asked suddenly, pile-driving into the first question that seemed to hold even a modicum of logic to it.
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Rune
Rogue Werewolf
Mercenary
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Post by Rune on Sept 13, 2007 19:31:44 GMT
Rune kept her pose as relaxed as she dared without actually dropping her guard. It wouldn’t be enough to fool someone as experienced as Nathan, but hopefully he would realise she was at least making the effort. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him, watched the gun aimed at her and the strong way he held it. He hadn’t changed, still held himself in the same arrogant way as he always had. Still looked the same as the first time she had met him, so long ago now.
“You look good,” she told him, voice slipping slightly, a deliberate act so that the words caught in her Germanic accent. Rune knew that she looked similar to that time as well, a little tougher perhaps, hair longer than before but for a moment it could have been any part of their past as they stood there, Rune’s head tilted slightly to the side as she considered the weapon, a small smile on her face.
“Are you going to shoot me Nathan?” Rune asked mockingly, ignoring his question for the time being.
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Nathan
Rogue Werewolf
Mercenary
The coldest blood runs through my veins; you know my name.
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Post by Nathan on Sept 20, 2007 18:38:25 GMT
He was caught up in staring at her at first, brain sluggish and refusing to kick itself back into gear even as he firmly told himself to ignore her comment about the way he looked, though if he was honest with himself, which he rarely was, he thought the same. Her hair was longer than he remembered, it made her look more feminine, but she still had that hard look in her eyes, like she could take on the world single handedly and kick it to the curb with a shattered skull.
His eyes narrowed at her across the rooftop, the sunlight that streamed down on both of them had nothing to do with it either. How a normal day had suddenly spiralled into the surreal and nauseatingly familiar was a complete mystery to him, he'd always wondered what it was the universe had against him exactly and it seemed he wouldn't be finding out too soon. After a beat he decided to answer her question. "That depends," Nathan said thickly, posture remaining solid and unwavering, the gun trained at Rune's heart. "Are you going to stab me, Rune?"
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Rune
Rogue Werewolf
Mercenary
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Post by Rune on Sept 21, 2007 22:01:05 GMT
“So touchy,” Rune muttered, amusement mingling in with the mocking tone of her voice. “You stab someone once and they get all defensive on you.” Her pose was as relaxed as it was before, still apparently standing still as though she didn’t have a care in the world. She stared back at him for a few moments longer before sighing, although inwardly she was impressed at the way his gun hadn’t faltered, still pointed directly at her heart.
Even Rune wasn’t sure if she could move out of the way before he fired a shot off and usually she was confident to the point of arrogant in her own abilities.
“I don’t carry blades up my sleeves anymore. So no, I’m not going to stab you,” she assured him and although he had no way of knowing, for once it was the truth. If push came to shove she would simply shock him instead.
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Nathan
Rogue Werewolf
Mercenary
The coldest blood runs through my veins; you know my name.
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Post by Nathan on Nov 10, 2007 23:07:34 GMT
"Strange. I don't believe you." Given their history, Nathan didn't think it was too unreasonable not to trust that Rune didn't have something up her sleeve. It didn't have to be a knife for it to be dangerous either. Rune could probably kill him with a spoon if she put her mind to it. The thought wasn't a pleasant one and he tore himself back to the present.
With the gun trained resolutely on her heart he sighed, "What do you want, Rune?" The repeated question was devoid of the shock of earlier, she had ignored the question and now Nathan wanted an answer right now and it would have to be a good one to persuade him to lower his firearm.
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Rune
Rogue Werewolf
Mercenary
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Post by Rune on Nov 13, 2007 20:13:59 GMT
“Can’t I just want to say hello?” Rune replied, her voice pitched so that the words sounded more like a purr than anything else. Truthfully, she didn’t know exactly what had prompted her to take the first shot instead of simply letting Nathan walk past her scope and line of fire. The roof they were standing upon had been picked for the perfect view it gave her of the real target and with her impulsive actions she would have to scout out somewhere else for her job.
Arranging the meeting with Nathan had been more inconvenience than anything else but Rune was pleased with her results. She smiled slyly at him, still apparently not in the least bit concerned about the weapon still pointed directly at her heart. “I would have tried a less dramatic way of attaching your attention but we both know that’s neither of our styles.” That and Rune had a pretty good idea Nathan wouldn’t have simply stayed to chat if she had let him see her approaching.
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Hunter
Pack Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
And I won't listen to this heavenly fa?ade.
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Post by Hunter on Dec 17, 2007 23:43:41 GMT
POST TIMESKIP
Crouched on the ledge like a black-clad gargoyle, Hunter exhaled air roughly through his nostrils. The more time he spent in Los Angeles, the more he hated it. Despised it, even. Everything was tainted, dirtied by prostitution, gambling, petty crime, unwarranted ‘power’. It made a fresh snarl rise up his throat, and his eyes burned once again, scouring the street below with disdain.
If it hadn’t been for his Alpha’s orders, he would have cleared out of this veritable, poisoned hellhole long before now, but their leader had been explicit, strict and unmistakeable. Reconnaissance. Hunt but not kill. Hunter and his companion would know when their mission was done, and the older male could feel a tingle through his very skeleton, charging every muscle and fibre, which told him that time was drawing near.
Soon, it would be time to tell their Alpha what they had learned, return to the fold with news of what lay ahead for them, for their pack.
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Striker
Pack Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
I am stripped of all but pride
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Post by Striker on Dec 18, 2007 0:24:15 GMT
Just beside the shrouded warrior stood another figure. Smaller in stature, with more of a lithe frame than his companion, but this pale-skinned male was more than capable of holding his own. Like his companion, he kept his eyes on the city below them, scouting like the obedient soldier that he was because he had been ordered on reconaissance and he would bring back any and all information that he could find.
There was no other alternative.
But, unlike his partner, Striker was not so in tuned with his senses. Powerful as he was, he was still young -- much younger than Hunter -- and it was a curse that still plagued him. The young male looked to Hunter with a quiet questioning in his gaze. Were they ready yet?
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