Re: Just Like You Imagined (Anyone And Everyone!)
ooc: i.s.a.a.c. / eidolon / nightshade
ic:
ISAAC blasted down the street on his Tachista SF2 motorbike, weaving around traffic and narrowly avoiding collision several times. At the moment he was traveling at 113.37 mph exactly, more than twice the speed of all the other vehicles on the roadway at the time. A while back, a police car had tried to pull him over, but it couldn't get around the other cars fast enough. Certainly it had called for backup by now, but ISAAC wasn't worried in the least bit.
Above him he noticed a helicopter, the logo of a local news station emblazoned on its side. Ahead, ISAAC saw that the intersection had been blocked off with a police barricade. ISAAC sped up to 154.04 mph, approaching the barricade at deadly high speeds. The police, hiding behind the doors of their cruisers, started firing their weapons at the rogue motorcycler when they realized he wasn't stopping. When they realized that he wasn't stopping and moving 150 mph, they fled for their lives.
At the last moment, ISAAC pulled the bike into a wheelie and hit the plasma propulsor, for a peak speed of 209.44 mph. The Tachista hit the hood of the first police car, and flew into the air. While the vehicle was at the highest point in its jump, ISAAC powered up his jetpack and blasted into the sky. The Tachista, still under ISAAC's control, hit the ground and sped off into a web of dark alleyways, finding a place to cool down until ISAAC needed it again.
ISAAC landed on top of a nearby skyscraper, stretching his joints to make sure they were well oiled. He walked up to the ledge, and looked off into the horizon, watching the setting sun.
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Jennifer Frost put the scope of her laser carbine against her masked eye. Through the scope, she could see into the window of an office building several blocks away and a dozen stories higher. There were four men in the room, having a discussion or meeting of some sort. Eidolon didn't know, didn't ask, and didn't care. She lined up her scope on the man with the green tie, and flicked on the carbine. It gave a high-pitched whine as it charged up, slowly silencing away to a moderate hum. When a shot was fully charged, the weapon gave a single short beep. Frost pulled the trigger, and the weapon clicked.
The man with the green tie suddenly spasmed, and fell limp in his chair. It took his companions a couple seconds to realize what had happened, and suddenly blood began to leak out of a minute hole in the man's neck. The other men quickly exited the room, to avoid being the assassin's next target. But Eidolon had no intention of shooting the other three men; she was only commissioned to shoot one.
Jennifer turned off her weapon, and slung it back over her back. She then walked over to the fire escape, and climbed back down to street level. Another day's work complete.
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"Breaking news! A speeding motorcyclist is loose on the streets. Police are chasing him now, and they say he's moving at over 150 miles per hour. Our Bird's Eye View helicopter is above the scene now, showing you a live visual of the chase as it happens."
Atropos Belladonna reclined in the couch, resting her boot shod feet against a glass coffee table, watching the local news channel. She didn't know where the television remote was, or she might have considered changing the channel. Instead, she occupied herself by reading the little news ticker at the bottom of the screen: "Local shop owner dies when car crashes through counter. -- Thief steals $129 in energy drinks at grocery store. -- Man found dead in home with several knives through chest. -- Clown finds 200 grams of--BREAKING NEWS: Business man assassinated by sniper just minutes ago."
This latest development was apparently important enough to become a main story. The coverage of the motorcycle chase was pushed aside to show the anchorwoman. "Just moments ago a businessman was assassinated by an unknown sniper. Police believe that this may be another case of the mysterious Ghost Sniper..."
Nightshade didn't listen to the rest of the story, instead getting up off the couch. She picked up her scissors, which were lying in a pool of blood on the coffee table. She wiped the blood off on the expensive leather couch, leaving a red smear and a long slash, and returned the shears to her boot. She walked over to the apartment balcony, stepping over the body in the middle of the floor. The carpet was soaked with blood, which squished up and pooled around her feet as she walked through it. The body, which was the source of the puddle of blood, was lying on its stomach, its back flayed open as with scissors, and one of its own ribs through its head.
Atropos exited the apartment to the balcony, and sat down in a lounge chair to relax in the cool night air.
"In other news, the insane Patient 613 killer has not been captured. She continues to avoid the police, and kills innocent people every day in increasingly disturbing ways. If you see this person, please call 911 immediately and get as far away from her as possible..."