Thread: Empire - City of Lost Cause (Black_Out and meomeo)

Allison Weaver tapped her fingers on the end of her chair as the make up artists worked on little fixes to the dark curls of her hair. Her phone occupied her other hand as her razor pitched voice constantly blabbered into the phone. You listen here Sandy. YOU GET THAT DAMN HAMMER UP HERE NOW AND HER COSTUME. I don't CARE if the emergency ward is full of bums! PUSH EM OUT OF THE WAY! There was a brief pause as some inaudible response chattered out of the phone while Allison looked over to Vallie. I'm so sorry, do you need a drink, do you want some make up? She snapped her gaze to the one attending to her hair. FIX HER UP. My hair is fine, really it's fine. She swatted the assistant's working hands away. You found them? Well get them up here. I don't care if it's heavy as hell. I carried it! GET THAT HAMMER AND THAT COSTUME UP HERE PRONTO. WE'RE WAITING ON YOU! SANDY! Yes, your holding up the taping! She smirked over to Vallie as the beautician descended on her and began to apply powders that highlighted her face. Jee, I guess that's what it feels like to have a side kick, huh. Do you have a side kick, a, what do they call it in the superhero world, an apprentice? You must, someone like you, and well if you don't then certainly I bet you'll be getting one soon after our piece airs. The never ending stream of thought poured out from Allison Weavers lips, barely giving Vallie a chance to get a word in edgewise. ------------- Standing alone in the dim moonlight a single lanky figure watched from the roof of the towering concrete slabs that formed the hospitals parking garage situated across the street. The crimson scarf fluttered out to his side, billowing upon the night's unobstructed breeze from this heightened vantage point. Criminal eyes watched through a pair of hand me down binoculars, taking in the chaos forming at the main entrance of Empire Hospital as his legion of homeless surged into the establishment. That should more or less keep their security staff busy, prying their eyes away from the monitors at their desks long enough for him to take care of business. Those spying binoculars pulled away from the glowing lights off the hospitals grand entry way, turning to the vertical walls where windows offered gazes into room after room of patients. Thin lips twitched beneath the cover of the red scarf while gloved fingertips twisted the knob, refocusing his view through the magnifying lens. Now.. His mumbled muffled words were barely audible as he looked from room to room. ..where are you at, Hammer Time. Come out, come out, wherever you are. It's time to pay the piper. His brows drew together, the Vagabond was always prone to more spontaneous acts, but this particular nights escapade required some consideration. Still though irritation gnawed at the very fiber of his being. It should of never even had to come to this, he should of taken care of her at the damn train yard. Now he had his reputation sullied by her interference and that just needed to be fixed in spades. Patience, look for the lights, the news crew will have that room glowing. ------------- The lobby was buzzing with activity. The filth of the city's down trodden cluttered the plastic rows of the chair lined waiting wing. The stench that swept in with them nearly made Sandy want to bend over and wretch. She held her phone to her ear while she clutched a plastic wheeled cart she had to temporarily borrow in order to transport all of Vallies junk and that damnable heavy mallet of hers back upstairs. Excuse me! Pardon me! Hey let me through! She called out into the jumble of bums polluting the aisles. I just need to get to the elevator alright! Her head snapped back, bouncing short strands of brown flipping about as she gasped. Hey don't touch my ass! Somebody help me! I just need to get to the elevators! Just as she thought it was a hopeless endeavor that she had gotten tangled up in a pair of hospital security guards arrived. A gap opened as they tried futility to get some order restored in the room, but the buzzing crowd of street dwellers were mostly far to drunk or high to be easily swayed. Sandy didn't hesitate though, as she pushed the cart with all of the strength her petite body had while her legs drove her forward. Gods! Finally! She pounded her fingertip repeatedly against the button as she waited for any one of the elevator doors to open. Things were getting hairy down there, and Sandy prayed internally that a door would open before the madness of the room swallowed her back into its grasp. Come on, hurry up, come on! Please! ------------- Outside in the glowing cone of soft light that was offered up by one of many such street lamps a chrome chopper sat. The engine rumbled quietly while a large bulky figure sat squarely a top its long curving leather seat. He had been lingering here for hours, coming and going around the streets of the hospital. Being that the Crimson Marauder was somewhat of a fugitive, entering the hospital would be a poor choice. So he had optioned to loiter in the area as inconspicuously as possible. Then the homeless started pouring in, maybe a hundred or more of those cast out from society. He was aware of the rumored army of bums that the Vagabond had sway over. Drug addicts and derelicts every last one of them. Desperate souls that would do most anything to get whatever fix they craved. Obviously to some extent, their criminal commander in chief had connections to acquire such fare. Andrew bit his bottom lip, working the edges of his upper teeth back and forth against it. This was definitely not a good turn of events. If things went sour, which he thought they most certainly would, cops would be here eventually in rather large numbers. That could be very bad for him. Fuck. He muttered under the churning rumble of the bikes polished chrome engine. Last edited Dec 12, 2018