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paradisalogs2013-08-29 12:02 am
hasmommyissues) wrote in paradisalogs2013-08-29 12:02 am
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Hello again mommy
Who: Raoul Silva, M, James Bond,Katniss Everdeen, M's security team.
What: Silva makes his move.
When: Thursday evening.
Where: Town and M's current safehouse.
Rating: Lets say R for explosions, attempted murder and abandonment issues.
The rules are different here thought Silva, as he settled into his vantage point in an alleyway in town. He'd been in Paradisa for two months now, during that time he'd spent his days and nights hiding in the shadows...he was good at that back home. Back home he'd remained undetected by MI5 for years until the time was right.
He'd spent his time gaining all the information he needed on M, her habits in Paradisa, her allies, the potential places she could be staying. You can't rush a good revenge plot and although killing her would result in her returning after two weeks, it might yet give him the satisfaction he desires for all the suffering he endured because of her.
Silva knows she's not staying in the current location he's watching though...that nice apartment Mitsurutu lent her. He'd taken a look inside like the creepy creep he is and quite liked it. No he doesn't need to destroy one of the safe houses in order to get the attention of her army just a nearby abandoned warehouse.
He presses a button on the detonator he's carrying and boom...up it goes. None of the townspeople have been killed thankfully but a few of them are looking quite shocked and disorientated.
You might want to take a look at that guys?
What: Silva makes his move.
When: Thursday evening.
Where: Town and M's current safehouse.
Rating: Lets say R for explosions, attempted murder and abandonment issues.
The rules are different here thought Silva, as he settled into his vantage point in an alleyway in town. He'd been in Paradisa for two months now, during that time he'd spent his days and nights hiding in the shadows...he was good at that back home. Back home he'd remained undetected by MI5 for years until the time was right.
He'd spent his time gaining all the information he needed on M, her habits in Paradisa, her allies, the potential places she could be staying. You can't rush a good revenge plot and although killing her would result in her returning after two weeks, it might yet give him the satisfaction he desires for all the suffering he endured because of her.
Silva knows she's not staying in the current location he's watching though...that nice apartment Mitsurutu lent her. He'd taken a look inside like the creepy creep he is and quite liked it. No he doesn't need to destroy one of the safe houses in order to get the attention of her army just a nearby abandoned warehouse.
He presses a button on the detonator he's carrying and boom...up it goes. None of the townspeople have been killed thankfully but a few of them are looking quite shocked and disorientated.
You might want to take a look at that guys?
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You've no call to tell me what I can and cannot do. Nor did you ever.... But even less so, here.
[God save her, she WILL keep her dignity. he'll never have that. he can drag her name through the mud all he likes, but hers is not to yield.]
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He's so close now he's actually stroking your cheek.]
Look at you...you look so well.
[He gives a relived laugh...before it all changes.
It all comes back...the daily beatings, the pain, the suffering. Everything she was responsible for. Silva lets out a snarl before grabbing her by the throat and throwing her against the wall...his grip not entirely cutting off her air supply but definitely restricting her breathing.]
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her mind is so full that she doesn't even really get to register exactly what's going through it - so many things. so many people who are going to feel as though they failed ... especially Bond, where the hell is Bond, she should have kept him with her, and Katniss ... and ... and ... Christ, who's going to tell Gary, what's August going to think, who's going to help Allen - she's thinking more of her life here than the fact that even if he does end it, she'd only be out for two weeks. that technicality doesn't even register, for her. she's too used to death being real.
so all she can do is freeze, and stare. damn. she'd hoped she'd be braver than this when it came to it, but the truth is, it's taking all she's got to not show how much this terrifies her. and somehow she realizes, dimly, that she's more determined not to give him that satisfaction than to actually survive this]
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And yet why is he hesitating? Every fibre in his being is telling him that this is wrong, like there is a connection between the two of them that he just can't see or hear. It feels like she's important to him for more then just handing him over to the Chinese. God why can’t he remember?
The confusion and sudden wave of emotion proves to be too much for him. He lets out a frustrated scream…releasing M from his grip and holding his head in his hands.]
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the fresh air in her lungs is like fire after that first moment, and she coughs, fighting to keep the lack of air for sending her into alarm. it's the coughing fit that's more dangerous than his hands around her throat were, really - and the spike of adrenaline that the panic she manages to keep at bay reroutes itself as clarity and action, the urge to fight and stand her ground. those myriad paths of thought that she couldn't settle on just seconds before line up for her clearly, like soldiers at attention, and she ignores the ranks she doesn't need to deal with instantly. what matters is gaining ground, getting a safe hold.
she gets back to her feet, knife in hand, and just watches. she could try to run, but he's still close enough to rush her. only, this time, if he tries to disarm her, she knows how he'll come at her, and she's prepared.
but really, she thinks, almost irritated as she watches him practically drowning in his own emotions ... what the hell is the matter with him?]
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Why? What is missing?
[He takes a deep breath and gets his composure back…and starts to advance on her slowly. He doesn't even care about the knife in her hand anymore.]
Tell me...please tell me.
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.... I can't tell you what's missing if I don't know what's still there.
[it's the best safe answer she can give. she doesn't dare tell him too much, in case she gives him something he can use against her, but at the same time ... he could kill her. she's no stranger to that delicate tightrope walk, by far, but ... somehow, here, it feels a little more different, a little more urgent]