Beatrix Kiddo Black Mamba The Bride Administrator
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(5/26/04 9:02 pm) Reply
Watching and Waiting...
It was hard enough keeping a low profile in this day and age. People swarming everywhere... and that often meant crime was rampant. It was difficult to stay inconspicuous, especially when you were dressed in black in the hot weather of Tokyo... and had a gun strapped to your belt. But she sat there, dark glasses hiding the bright blue of her wide eyes, her arms resting casually atop the back of the bench as she slouched, one long, slender leg crossed over the other. And she watched, without being watched.
Bea knew exactly why she was here. His orders. O-ren Ishii was said to be a gifted warrior... and certainly someone they could use. Slowly, her eyes slid over to her left, and the man sat at her side, both acting like they had never seen each other in their lives. "You sure she's in there..." Bea muttered under her breath, "That's the place of Takamura." She nodded over to the fairly large, white building directly opposite, partly concealed by foliage and various vines. He was obviously a very wealthy man... and from what Bea knew, someone who's path you couldn't usually cross.
"So... run past me what you want me to do again...?" she said softly, tilting her head slightly in the man's direction. "Only... I don't want to go in there and get my head blown off the minute my foot touches the floor." A sarcastic smile played on her lips as she turned her head again, pretending to watch the citizens who milled past with mild interest.
When fortune smiles on something as violent and ugly as revenge, it seems proof like no other, that not only God exists, you're doing his will.
Bill Snake Charmer Student of Hanzo Administrator
Posts: 13
(5/26/04 9:30 pm) Reply
Re: Watching and Waiting...
Topic to be read while listening to: War of the Last Wolves, by Taku Iwasaki
Bill smiled lovingly at the blonde woman, as if he was a peaceful, nice man who wasn't concealing a shiny revolver under his jacket.
"Yes, that's the place of Takamura Shin'ichi," he said in his usual low, deep voice, pronouncing every word slowly and carefully. As he spoke, all the information he had heard about this hired assassin, O-Ren Ishii, ran through his head.
"You're here to do what you do best, kiddo. Beat the crap out of that woman. If she has the talent I've been told she has, I'm going to offer her money. An obscenely, offensively huge amount of money. The salary of a Deadly Viper. Because I want her to work for me. With us."
Bill smiled, taking a look at the Japanese newspaper he was holding on one hand. It didn't seem probable that this Ishii woman was good enough to be one of his divas, but he was always willing to try. There's nothing like having a beautiful and murderous woman working for you.
"She should be with only two or three thugs of no importance at this moment... so there's nothing to worry about, kiddo. If necessary, I'll send a gratitude letter to Takamura tomorrow. Go ahead and have fun."
Without waiting for an answer, he began walking towards the building, looking discretely for a place where he could watch what was about to happen.
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I'm a killer.
A murdering bastard, you know that.
And there are consequences to breaking the heart of a murdering bastard. Bill
The half-breed beauty sat at a large dining table that was sitting outside in the backyard of Boss Takamura's palatial estate. It was like something she'd only seen in an old Japanese flick she'd watch those homeless nights of peering into someone's home to entertain herself when the streets became drab and silent. The people had massive amounts of money, something she never thought she'd have again...
There were two other men flanking her, not of real importance to mention names, but they were there nonetheless. She had every weapon on her concealed. Her Kali stick, two throwing knives, a 9mm pistol and a sniper rifle tucked neatly away, disassembled in her suitcase that never left her side. Boss Takamura himself, sat across from her. He was a very handsome, averagely built Japanese man. Though he was youthful in appearance, it was all made up for by his power of currency. Japanese currency, that was. The man had more yen than he could count, and O'Ren was working for him.
The entire group of people were laughing, joking and having a grand ol' time.
"You are one of the best I have." Takamura muttered, eating the sushi laid out for them to munch on.
"I find that easy to believe." It wasn't like O'Ren to be so arrogant, it would seem. But she just sat upright and kept on with the conversation. Everyone was eating at the table, but her. "You pay me well, I do what I have to do to get the job done."
So fluently she spoke Japanese.
Takamura smiled and nodded.
All was going on so well, it almost seemed to good to be true. O'Ren was prepared for the worst.
You might not be able to fight like a samurai, but you can at least die like a samurai.
Beatrix Kiddo Black Mamba The Bride Administrator
Posts: 31
(5/27/04 4:46 pm) Reply
Re: In the Estate
Bea didn't move, though her lips formed their smile fully as she peered over her sunglasses, watching as Bill walked away. He was a wily one, she thought with affection. But now she turned her attention back to Takamura's house. She could probably guess that he had more than a few mere cronies guarding his doors. No matter what Bill said, Bea would have to be careful.
"Nothing to worry about..." she repeated, mumbling to herself. Slowly she rose from her seat, raising a hand and ruffling her blonde hair idly, before lowering it to the gun at her side, and loosening it from it's holder a little. "Looks like you and I have work to do." she said idly, Taking long strides away from the bench, and closer to the house of Takamura, though being careful not to stray in the direction that Bill had wandered... and shifting uncomfortably under the black leather that she wore.
Soon enough, Bea was in close proximity to the front doors of Takamura's palacial residence... though she could hear voices jabbering in japanese, drifting through the hazy air from the land to the back of the house. Slowly, her jaw tightened, and the hand still upon the gun at her side beacme stronger in grip, lifting the cool metal of the weapon, preparing it before her as she reached the wall, and stood with her back against it. "Damn it..." she growled, as she felt the sun fully upon her. The heat was unbearable.
With quick eyes, Bea glanced around her, making sure that none had caught sight of such an obviously shady character lurking around the house of someone so apparently 'well-to-do'. Inch by inch, Bea turned her head to look around the corner. She could see them now. Takamura, his bodyguards. And there was O-ren... and her own allies. "Two or three thugs?" she said incredulously, arching a brow. "This girl'd better be worth it." Then Bea said no more, and simply stood, waiting for the opportune moment to strike out.
When fortune smiles on something as violent and ugly as revenge, it seems proof like no other, that not only God exists, you're doing his will.
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