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

Gotcha. The Vagabond's scarf muffled voice pleasantly cooed out as his binocular focused eyes settled on the warm glow emanating from within one of the upper levels of the hospitals patient rooms. It was full of lights, bustling with people moving about, and he could even see the obnoxious reporter Allison waving one hand frantically while she yelled at some of the crew. Showtime He mused merrily as he let the binoculars fall away from his beady evil eyes and drape across his chest. ---------------------- Where the hell did she go! Allison was having a fit of rage that looked like it could turn to tears at any moment. The biggest opportunity of her relatively young career had just vanished into thin air. That story with Hammer Time could of been her gateway to some serious longevity in the cutthroat world of television news. Her good looks wouldn't last forever after all. She stamped her black dress shoe repeatedly on the floor. She was right here! Dammit! Someone find her! You! How did you not think to follow her! She pointed an accusing finger angrily towards the crews lighting technician. I need this story! Maybe her nerves got to her, you know, camera fright? Belle , the lady who was handling the makeup chimed in meekly. Sandy's downstairs still, right, maybe she can find her? She tried to offer helpfully even as she slunk up against the wall and tried to stay out of Allison's way as she stormed about the room. Yeah, Sandy... Allison's stomping feet came to a halt as she spun and turned her glowering stare towards Belle. Her index finger drew away from the tech and pointed towards the doorway. ..I'll call her, but don't you just sit there and pipe out advice. Get off your ass and go look for her too! Allison wailed out. All of you! There's no show without her! ---------------------- With a running start the Vagabond launched himself over the edge of the parking garage's highest level. His body twirled in a flamboyant spin as his nimble hands grasped his mystical red scarf and threw it up over his head. The garment stretched as it caught on the air passing below it, bulging upwards as it took on the shape of a narrow parachute. Gracefully the villain glided through the air, crossing the chasm between the two buildings as he descended swiftly towards the waiting large window pane. It shattered with one well aimed and precise kick from the tip of his steel dance shoe and sent a shower of glass falling into the room and down to the street far below. With a fluid tuck and roll the criminal miscreant rolled into the room, coming to a kneeling stop as his ragged garments stretched out as he spread his arms and spoke with showman's glee. Here's Johnny! ---------------------- He was nearly ready to leave, but fate as it were altered everything as Vallie zipped through the air as she sped out of the hospitals clustered main entrance. His eyes widened as she seemed headed right his way, her hammer pointed before her, clutching a young woman to her side who was wildly waving her arms. Well I'll be.. He muttered under his breath as he watched her land beneath the glow of a nearby street lamp. Yep, that's definitely Vallie He could tell as he admired the shape of her toned ass as the wind that drew across the street caused her flimsy hospital gown to toss about. Swiftly he pulled himself up and over the seat of his monstrous motorcycle while Vallie had her back towards him. Andrews bulky massive body moved forward out of the shadows just after Sandy's warning was sounded. Get rid of the hammer first That much was obvious to the Crimson Marauder. Sure, back in the day Vallie and him had some heated passionate private rendezvous but things never got serious. She wasn't here for a booty call, no, he was sure of that. The Garrison Agency just wouldn't go away and it was obvious they were running out of options if Vallie was the best they could muster up to send. Fortunately this was an opponent he knew rather well from the dozens of training exercises they had been through together. Despite the resiliency that her heirloom granted her, he always remembered Vallie as having an unreliable grasp upon her magic hammer. His thick brutish fingers snapped out towards the would be heroines wrist and caught it. With a painful wrench and pressure from the blunt end of his thumb he yanked Vallie's arm behind her back and forced her to spin towards him, hoping the sudden shock of pain would do the trick and cause her to loose her grasp upon the hammer. Beat it. He snarled towards Sandy as he chucked one large mound of leg forward and greeted her belly with the blunt end of his boot. Sandy was flung backwards, her head snapping back against the door of a parked car. Her wide and fearful eyes fell shut after that impact and her body slumped until it rested up against the dented car door. Your coming with me, Vallie, either the hard way, or the easy way. Your choice. He stated through clenched teeth as his muscular mass pulled her up against his looming rock hard body. Last edited Dec 29, 2018