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Post by imaginary on Dec 4, 2015 7:23:18 GMT
The feeling of her blood boiling and heart thundering was novel she never wanted to feel this way again. When they busted in to her home her sanctuary and were tearing things apart. She wanted to tear them into bits her lions wanted to attack the cops. She'd had them stand down but the money she was losing and the humiliation.
She'd called her connection they were tied up with paper work and couldn't stop them at the moment. She turned her desk over in a flash of rage. Safe emptied of vials and cash stuffed in bags. Shed take it and run cut her losses and restart else where but they had gone to far.
Something told her mister white knight had done this Eric was called the sound of crashing behind her. Hanging up she slipped down a side exit with her bag avoiding being seen. Then round high bushes to the back street looking for her get away. Seemed samuel had been to late.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 4, 2015 22:13:30 GMT
Del had given himself a pat on the back for how quickly he’d managed a full on siege. It was ridiculous really a little purposefully misfiled paperwork and the whole of city services as well a few different interdepartmental agencies had stormed Estelle’s as if she were Osama bin Laden. He chuckled to himself as he followed the cities lead health inspector around. He was administering on site lycanthropy and sexually transmitted infection testes to the girls. And he had to admit makeup aside most of them looked too young to legally be working girls. Their identification stated that they were in fact of legal age but he knew that with a little cash everything was for sale.
He’d expected less of a turnout but it seemed that Madam Estelle had been on quite a few radars and her circle of favors had run its course. The south was slow but when it moved it moved. He chuckled making his way to the womans office. He expected to find her fuming silently raging at the officers and civil servants that swarmed her comfort house. Instead he found her office looking to all the world as if a tornado hat hit it. The desk now in near slinters was a sturdy antique built to last. As heavy as a small car and yet looked as if it had been tossed like an errant paperweight.
As he had finagled the paperwork he knew there would be a shit storm heading his way without an arrest so he sighed pulled on a pair of nitrile’s and got to work there had to be something here to pursue or some way to coral Estelle. She was a local landmark she would be easy to track. He just hoped by the time they did he had enough to slam the doors of heaven on her.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Dec 4, 2015 22:23:29 GMT
Samuel’s talk with the new Rex had been illuminating. He had never expected Estelle to go as far as that. Her actions were odious she not simply the profited of the wrongs she was the planner the orchestrator of many if not most. However his word was his word he would see that the Rex never laid a hand on her. He would insure that much at least as for the rest well time wounded all heels.
It’d taken him twenty minutes to get free of his security detail. Twenty minutes he would have preferred not to have used. It took four to find the right vehicle and another three to hotwire it. He was out of certain practice that was for sure. Once he’d had the vehicle he made his approach his shields tight as a second skin. He wasn’t sure what was going on but the raid on Estelles was visible form a mile away. The fact she was exiting her place via one of the many hidden exits was also unmistakable. It was with more mirth than he had any right to feel he eased alongside her as she ducked through two sideyards and out on to the cul de sac he’d been using to watch the happenings.
If he were and assassin she would have been deader than any chance of reanimation could hope for. Instead he let down his window as she passed him unseen and unnoticed. “Are you going to keep walking or get in and stop carrying your things like a bag lady?”
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Post by imaginary on Dec 4, 2015 22:58:17 GMT
Had she been less stoic there would have been a puddle where she stood for how bad he scared her. Instead she pushed a stray strand of her normally meticulous French twist behind her ear sighed and opened the door. Part of her was suspicious that him and the cop were here same time but she was almost certain last people samuel would call is authority of any sort.
Settling in and scooting low," please jyst get me out of here its all gone to Hades in a easter basket. That no good idiot of a detective and his lion tattle tale. God I could just.."
She let out a hard breath"how dud you find out they were raiding me?"
She didnt think anything other than it was someone looking out for her his timing.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Dec 4, 2015 23:15:51 GMT
As she got in and moved her seat back to be less visible to passerby he started the car and eased away from the curb. Slow as the ever present haze here. He spared a smile, “I didn’t realize you’d made so many friends. I was coming to notify you that the Rex has agreed to my terms when your circus started.”
Samuel continued speaking keeping his gaze on the road and the cars near them. He was sure that by now the security team had begun suspecting foul play and would fall back to establish a perimeter around Monica. He glanced at his watch he needed to check in with one or the other but not in the moment. “He was a shrewd negotiator. He wants all sort of graft out of the city and at first seemed to not offer anything to support his unyielding hardline stance. It was a bargaining tactic. He was as open as a book once the initial gambit failed.”
A few turn and he was at the abandoned tenement. It had been left vacant since Katrina and had never been renewed. It was off the beaten tracks so as it was only an eyesore to the poor in the neighborhood it was left standing as is for all these years. What no one save he and various less than reputable people knew was that it was one of the few buildings in New Orleans with a reinforced bunker in its basement. He and Estelle had found the place many years ago and he occasionally checked in when he was in town to insure it was still viable. It was one of the few places he kept ready should he need a fallback. New York was rife with them he still maintained a few in Chicago and Dallas and San Francisco He had quite a few in Europe but he hoped to never have to use those. Getting out he grabbed the umbrella on the backseat opening it as he moved to the passengers door. The angle would keep Estelle from being seen and the fact that she was a local celebrity of sorts made the precaution more than necessary.
He was never more thankful that New Orleans fought the growing predilection of most cities to have camera’s everywhere. Taking her hand he helped her from the car, “Your suite awaits. It will take a few hours for the heat to die down enough to get you to real permanent safety but this will do for now.”
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Post by imaginary on Dec 5, 2015 3:14:58 GMT
Estelle had no reason not to trust his word and he had rescued her which was probably more then she deserved. Taking her things and stepping out surprise he remembered this place. It had been so different before for them young impetious infatuated. None of tat poken shed sworn last time and there was no point in dwelling on the past shed not been the same after him.
Fallowing close to stay under the umbrella, clutching all she had left in the world save one off shore account they got to the building and she sniffed carefully not getting anything she stepped in" If i survive this then who cares where I am jus long as Im not roun here"
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Dec 5, 2015 3:31:34 GMT
Samuel led her through the dilapidated structure that most would be survived as much as it had. He’d invested in a few structural retrofitting’s to insure it remained standing but the façade of disrepair he left to maintain its off the map security. He hadn’t let it be known that he was doing so and the contractors while more local than he were far enough out of town that it was a slim and none chance they’d even think of the place let alone speak about the work they’d done.
Once inside he led her on into the murk and gloom towards the secured reinforced sub basement." Its a good thing that no one has taken an interest in this place." He said as he produced a key from his wring that unlocked the recessed and hidden door. Hidden as it was no one who did not know what to look for would ever find it. Moving in he turned on the lights. The place was hard wired into the grid but ran on a subsystem that fell out of monitoring back during the fifties. He’d had the bulk of the electrical wired into the inn on Bourbon to further disguise its power drain. The Inn having its own generator and redundancies would never notice that a small bulk of its system was being rerouted.
“Home for now.”
He said waving her in past him. The place was surprisingly kept the dank was limited and the air while unused was breathable.
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Post by imaginary on Dec 5, 2015 5:42:57 GMT
On guard some her nose going and then he let her into the room,there was some comfort a bed a couch a table a desk. Tv and dvd player mini fridge microwave and in a further corner a row of cages and chains lined with silver.The things they had done here had her rubbing her arms. putting her things down and settling sighing softly she flopped into the chair. Looking at him frowning then before she could begin to speak her phone rang." crap who is it?"
Looking at the number it was Eric" yes ? wat do you want? Do you realize what Ive been through the cat is gone they are tearing it apart as we speak and I barely made it out... Who do you think Eric who ?..yes yes Im safe for now but watch your back"
Hanging up and fighting off tears and anger .
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Dec 5, 2015 6:08:33 GMT
Samuel was never one to believe in coincidence he used it from time to time to achieve his goals but as a force in the universe he simply didn’t believe. As Estelle’s phone went off along with his vibrating he turned back to the door locking it as he answered.
"Yes?"
‘Mr. walker it's Eric the florist.. Not sure what to do here but I ruined a drug deal in a local cemetery and something about this drug smells wrong. Like oddly dead and organic slightly bloody. I think it could be a problem the man on it looked like...well a revenant or something. Please call back we need to keep an eye out so none of the community gets addicted’
Samuel listened as the mans brogue grew heavier as he spoke. He nodded even as no one but Estelle could see him. “I’m here now working on an angle. I will call you back shortly with what news I can find.” Slipping the key into his outer pocket Samuel ended the call and hung up his jacket on the hook just above his head. Slipping his phone inside as well he turned on Estelle the umbrella resting against the wall. He looked towards the silver hanging lifelessly bringing old memories fresh to his minds eye.
Beginning to pace he rolled up his shirt sleeves the space was large enough to accommodate easily four to six adults. Lined as it was a person could be just outside the door and not one word said within would be heard.
"You’ve been a bad girl Estelle and your chickens have come home to roost."
Shaking his head he went on. “True we are monsters the stuff of nightmares but we don’t have to be the cause of misery. No never that. Yet you have been. You and Eric have run the city into the ground the standing of the lions here is deplorable. I gave my word so that the Rex would never touch you. Eric is on his own. Now tell me why should I not wring your neck.” He flexed his fingers as a helpful illustration as his aura spilled out filling the room with the true weight of what he was and could be.
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Post by imaginary on Dec 5, 2015 7:00:22 GMT
She watched him for a moment wondering who he was on the phone with but then he rolled his sleeves up and the alarm bells rang.she started breathing faster his words sent the chill through her.She swallowed and couldn't think of anything the words wouldn't come and she shook her head" I din't I saved them they would have died with out me you have to understand.. Eric the evil one I was just cleaning up his messes I didn't know what else to do "
She was rambling and panicking and she knew she smelled thickly of fear scooting away from him not running there was no where to go and even that movement she knew could be her last if she want careful.His words sunk in he'd saved her from tibs so he could.. oh it was worse then she thought.Whimpering he just kept whispering that it was all Eric's fault.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Dec 5, 2015 7:33:58 GMT
Samuel shook his head as he exhaled the stench of fear that she was filling the room with. He knew better than to be pulled in by her tears or the lies flowing form her mouth. He knew that she was a viper. The survivor in her had her become the monster that they’d stood against all those years ago. She gobbled up power as if it were her reason for being. He knew Eric was a monster but she was the mind of the Monster. She was the Queenpin. She was the Moriarty of crime Eric was dumb dangerous muscle.
Smiling a show of teeth that was the only warning she would have if she continued lying Samuel picked up the bed flinging it against the far wall with enough force to cause the bedframe to shatter and the room to shake. "That’s one. "
He wouldn’t be cliché enough to tell her she haad three strikes. He wouldn’t offer her an out. He would simply begin to operate. She held in her head certain truths he needed but she had to know that one way or another she would tell him what he needed to know because there was no way she would be leaving this room if she didn’t.
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Post by imaginary on Dec 5, 2015 7:58:48 GMT
The short startled scream was involuntary she couldnt help her response and when he insisted to be told the truth she shivered all the things shed done now playing in her head all the things he would hate her for and it made her angry angry he had so much power over her.Fine he wouldn't accept the scared Estelle maybe the angry would be better the viper the cold witch he knew she was. She wiped her tears and squared her shoulders the tremor leaving her voice. The light in her eyes dying out." you left me to do what ever it is that you do now so much holier then thou ...mister Im above the law.. I found a market supply and demand Samuel you know all about that dont you? The money those little urchins were worth before any one ever infected them was incredible then the problem was they couldn't take the damage some of the clients wanted. Eric got to rough with one an when she survived"
She shrugged and smiled her own baring of teeth"the rest is history.. is that what you wanted ?/ to hear all my sins like your a priest or monk.. ha dont kid your self you've ruined as many lives as me but in different ways ..problem is I got caught ..but when is your day coming ..hm"
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Dec 5, 2015 8:08:51 GMT
Samuel closed off more of the floor from her as she stood in challenge and defiance. This was what he needed from her. The fire the heat the true answer of her beast and woman as one. He didn’t bother looking towards the implements of pain on the wall and in the drawer on the left side of the rom or the drain in the tiled floor. He knew she could see it and knew what was to come. She owed herself a last stance a fight. She owed what they once were the dignity of her present truth.
“Yes I did. Leave you. The monster had already set in around the edges and I can barely stand it in my own eyes I wouldn’t stand it in yours. You are the only act of mercy I have ever committed. That error on my part will be corrected soon."
He wouldn’t lie to her and have her believe he saw himself as better. No that wasn’t it at all. Yes he was better. The pain and death he left in his wake was balanced in portion to those who impeded the chances of his family, associates, and their family form eating. The monster he was, was one of checks and balances. It was a monster bred of survival at any and all means.
"My day is coming it’s the one thing anyone can count on. The drugs why the drugs?"
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Post by imaginary on Dec 5, 2015 18:27:42 GMT
"Oh no Samuel I've seen the same movies you'll not get me monologuing like some two bit bond villain while you decide how best to kill me I barely owe you anything but since you saved me the embarassment of being caught by that no talent backwoods gumshoe Vincent..Eric had a roust about get off a ship high one day and experimented once he saw how obedient and strong it made the guys he wanted to control he was bringing it in then one day he brought some to a party and the way it made me feel.. I had no worries and could do what ever I wanted. I thought I knew what it felt like to be you for a while."
She shrugged" so we started bringing it in and then the locals caught on but its not the hit that the other cities have spoke on. I heard baton rouge had quite the epidemic"
Smirking softly" If your going to kill me then just be done with it if your going to let me go then do so I want to get on with it. You are terribly boring and cliche right now with all your scowling menace."
She wa baiting the bear yes but giving him time to get creative was a mistake shed not make.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Dec 5, 2015 19:24:02 GMT
Samuel laughed well and true at her Bond villain comment. Being the force to be reckoned with here had inflated her sense of self. He laughed at she would try to imagine this as some movie scene that there could be an escape from. Closing more distance he cocked his head as he considered how much she weighed. He erred on the side of a little much mentally taking the chair she’d been in and smashing it against the wall with a pitch that would have a major league pitcher green with envy he simply said,
“That’s Two."
As the pieces of usnuable furniture pelted her he dusted off his glvoes once twice before looking her over again. She had made it this far by dint of what had been. She had survived this long because he was a man of his word. It was why he would give the last straw before acting. Surely she had realized this. Perhaps not he didn’t care.
“You still didn’t say why you told how which was a question that needed answering. You didn’t tell why?” He smiled knowing it made no difference in the end she would scream and rail and tell him everything he wanted to know the only thing these moments were buying her was either more or less pain to get there.
Being completely honest with himself he didn’t want to end her but she was determined to leave him very little choice. She was always far more stubborn than she needed to be.
“Grace Estelle Dedier’, “He said enunciating her entire name bringing up the image of the young woman she once was “Your parents had big plans for you.” He continued bringing up the dead on purpose. “Why the drugs and where did they come from. I know you wouldn’t allow Eric to be your only connection. No that would be giving him too much control and you always hated having anyone control you.”
Part of him hoped she wouldn’t continue attempting to get his goat loathe as he was to begin f she got to three there would be no turning back. All there would be would be pain. That which he caused her and that which he’d take with him from this place. One should never have to kill ones childhood but she was that last vestige of the man he could have been. It was fitting in a way that he alight here during a storm of violence and death. That’s what it was when he was here previously.
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