puddingpunter

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I saw an opportunity and I seized it

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@Redthorn Anvil@Little Italy

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_{What do you get when you cross a blind knight, a mute pirate, and a one armed mage?
A disaster.}

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{I don't even know where to put this... Oh well.}

• Inspired by the game A Blind Legend
• Detailed CS is optional. Just toss in the basics and you're good.
• Writing level can range anywhere from Free to Advanced, so long as it gives the other players something to work with.
• AND JUST SO WE'RE ALL ON THE SAME PAGE --> {x}

_{This is a private, 1x1x1 role-play between Little Italy, omerta, and Redthorn Anvil. Do not post without explicit permission.}

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WHY DO WE HAVE LURKERS
YES I SEE YOU PEOPLE
SHOO
BEGONE

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Mishka was currently too preoccupied with avoiding the gathering citizens, and had completely missed the lurking figure spying from afar. Giving his surroundings a quick look around, he made a beeline for the two nearest buildings. They weren't picked at random. Not only where they conveniently located but he also found out during his weeks of planning that the alley in between them lead to a myriad of other connecting ones before eventually breaking off to the streets again. Some would call this unnecessarily complicated but he knew what he was doing. Mishka wasn't heading back to the apartment just yet; he ran as fast as he could, taking a turn here or jumping a chain-link fence there. Eventually he came to an older looking warehouse and entered through a side door.

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It was late, later than he'd anticipated. And he was beginning to feel anxious.

To his dismay, the vehicle he'd been waiting for still hadn't shown. Mishka was contemplating leaving at this point but something nagged at him to stay. The man shuffled where he stood and stuck his hands into his pockets as he impatiently looked around once more. From where he currently stood, strategically located, he lay hidden in the shadows of the city park's trees yet was still able to clearly see down both ends of the street. It was all entirely intentional and something he'd been planning for weeks now. Where the hell is he? he thought irritably. Mishka's target of the evening was Officer Mark Bates, a twelve-year veteran in the city's police force. Spotless record, typical family guy. But a job was a job and it wasn't often the man asked questions when presented with tasks like this. So long as the price was right and the reason was valid, he had no issue taking a life. Mishka had served in the army once; it was expected of every soldier to pull the trigger when an opportunity presented itself so he wasn't new to the whole 'murderer' thing. But it was the cop-killer title he was worried about. In the right places it gave a powerful reputation but if a word of his criminal activities ever so much as uttered a peep to the wrong person, he's be dead before the news could properly cover his story. Everybody knew cops killed cop-killers but no one wanted to admit it. They'd label it a suicide, give him his week of fame, and then the whole world would forget Mishka ever existed.

Mishka perked up when the familiar black-and-white car pulled up to the corner across the street from him. Its siren lights were off but not the search light on the hood of the automobile. Bates was on patrol, and he was alone. Perfect.

According to his sources, the officer came around this way every other Tuesday to this particular drug store. Some rumors claimed he was restocking on his blood pressure meds while others stated that he was friends with one of the pharmacists. Mishka didn't know and frankly he didn't care. Time to move. "Hey!" The officer -who'd just turned off his automobile- snapped his head in Mishka's direction as the male jogged over, his erratic breathing giving the impression that he'd been running or frightened. "Sir please step back from the vehicle. Can I help you?" the older man asked him. Of course he was being cautious. Mishka backpedaled a respectable couple of paces and put up a finger gesture in a wordless request asking the officer to wait as he composed himself. Bates put an arm on the windowsill as he leaned out. "I think I just witnessed a murder." Bates looked genuinely concerned now. "Can you show me where you saw this happen?" He was starting the engine again, preparing to follow Mishka's directions. Mishka looked up and straightened out, breathing suddenly normal again. "Yeah. Here."

It took less than five seconds. Mishka leaned in through the open window and grabbed the officer before huffing out a lungful of flames. Everything was on fire.

There was an awful shriek as the human flailed in panic and pain. Mishka backed up and watched as the blaze engulfed it all. The man soon stopped screaming and Mishka knew then his job was done, he had no need to stick around any longer. It was dark but that didn't mean the neighborhood was sleeping. He was willing to bet that at least someone heard the racket they'd made. Sure enough, people were starting to pour out of nearby buildings. There was a noise and Mishka shielded himself just before the burning metal abruptly blew up. He pulled up his balaclava.

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Mishka simply shrugged his shoulders and ate in silence as Amber left. A short while later he threw out his trash and grabbed his things before following. He had a few hours to kill before lectures. So, hoping to make the most of that time, Mishka drove down to the local grocery store. After spending a couple of hours there he returned back to the apartment to drop everything off then went to spend his last hour in the campus cafeteria.

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"Sounds like you're pushing your luck but okay." Mishka didn't bother waiting for the water to cool and instead dropped a few ice cubes in. He stirred for a few seconds before finally digging in, eating straight out of the paper container with a couple of cheap wooden chopsticks. "I'm gonna be out late tonight so don't freak out if you hear someone at the door." He'd obviously do his best to keep as quiet as possible upon entry but he had no idea how light of a sleeper she was. Plus he'd feel terrible if he ended up accidentally scaring the shit outta her. Not to mention he'd really hate it if the cops ended up getting involved... Mishka liked to think of himself as a private man. The less who pried their nose into his business, the better.

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The man sighed, loudly. "You wanna stop staring? I can feel your gaze burning a hole in my shirt." Although Mishka was fully aware that she wasn't gawking as badly as he'd made it sound, he wanted to point out that he caught her quick glimpses before ducking in search of stomach fuel. For no purpose at all other than simply to get under Amber's skin. Actually, even now he occasionally spotted her glance in the space between the refrigerator's door and frame -he found it pretty funny. While they weren't exactly without food, the apartment seemed to be stock with everything except something to make a decent meal out of. Lot's of condiments and just-add-water kind of stuff but nothing really appealed to him at the moment. They should make as shopping list and take care of that soon. Mishka sighed, close the fridge door, and settled on instant noodles. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?" he asked while adding the water.

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