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

Jesus, Vallie, are you alright? Mark asked as he carefully helped to bring her back up to a sitting position. His gaze danced back and forth between the eyes of Vallie, Allison, and the distant figure of the Vagabond at the far end of the tracks. You got hit, and hard. Knocked you out cold, until I dragged this hammer over to you. Allison stated with a nervous pitch to her voice. Her fingers twitched blindly about as she finished covering up Vallie with her blazer. She was rather preoccupied with staring towards the source of their problem, the tall wiry figure on the other side of the rails. What the fuck am I doing. She gasped out in a state of growing panic as she looked in the menacing villains direction. Oh fuck, he's coming this way. Mark bemoaned under his breath as he let Vallie lean against his shoulder. We gotta go! Thin lips of the lanky tall villainous Vagabond curled upwards in a perverse display of the amusement that rolled through his wiry form and caused him to chuckle under his breath. From across the tracks his beady dark eyes followed the completely unknown heroine that he had dubbed Hammer Time as she tried to recover from the pulverizing blast of the deadly red scarf that left her face smeared with blood. Both ends of his dangerous elastic scarf were already curling through the air back towards where he stood. Sleek black gloved hands greeted the returning lengths of the rippling cloth and gracefully spun it back around the lower half of his face with practiced precision. In mere moments the garment was back in place, dangling down his soiled tuxedo jacket, past his scratched up black dress pants until it fell upon the asphalt rocks beneath his metal tipped dance shoe clad feet. He tossed one flowing long strand of the scarf back over his left shoulder before he began to casually skip across the tracks towards the fallen heroine. His heels clicked together with every step taken, causing his slow waltzing approach to have an audible sharp pop. An accompanying snapping click joined in from the villains black leather fingers that he tossed lazily out to his sides. He would of kept coming but the pop of gun fire from the platform followed immediately by a small explosion of stone a few feet before him caused him to pause. Freeze! Dirt bag! The overly eager young police officer yelled out from the edge of the platform where he stood in a wide stance, both hands wrapped around the handle of his gun that he had steadily leveled in the direction of the criminal. That was a warning, the next one won't be! The officer shouted down as he moved his arms to steady his aim on his target. Now get down on your knees and hands behind your head! Another of the boys in blue yelled out as he came into view from the other side of the train. That wide smile hidden beneath the draping of his scarf vanished completely as a sneer formed in it's place. Long thin creases painted what little of his face wasn't hidden, making the Vagabond's irate turn in mood quite obvious. His eyes shot back and forth between the two guns so decidedly pointed in his direction. Slender black coated fingers wormed beneath his flowing ragged black tuxedo jacket as his chirpy melodious voice called out despite being muffled as it was by his scarf. Time to exit stage left! He gleefully mused as his black glove appeared from beneath his jacket and with one smooth gesture towards the ground a cloud of thick black curling smoke shrouded him as the dainty pellet he had tossed covered his retreat.