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Post by assyria on Jun 1, 2010 12:49:35 GMT -5
A. Pandorium [/i][/font][/size] You wanna see the deeper, 'darker side of me.
I don't think that you're ready for reality.[/right]
The woman came down the stairs she was looking for Joe, her father had just chewed her out over the phone about their op that had gone mad. She wasn't one to cry, no she got angry. She threw her cellphone so it went tumbling down the stairs. "I'll kill him"she mumbled to herself almost at a hiss. She did alot of threatening, and she wasn't always the one that followed through, but it was known she had killed her ex husband when he wanted a divorce. Thats just the kind of person she was.
She bit her lip as she came down the stairs. She bit it hard enough to draw blood, but she didn't seem to care at the moment. She got down the huge grand staircase that lead to the gallery. This was where she liked to just sit and think, ponder. The art surrounding her made her feel at ease, well as much of ease as one could hope to be when you were Assyria. She made a soft hissing sound with her vocals as she did almost absent mindedly.
She decided to get up and go find Joe. When she did she lingered in the doorway. "We need to talk" she barked. She never spoke soft when she was angry, never. She looked to the man wondering what he was up to. She always had a tendency to find Joe when she was upset, it was a bad habit of hers. She had alot of bad habits, running to her partner definitely one of them. But deep down she loved him even if they were in an open relationship. She just never admitted anything to anyone.
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Post by Joe Armstrong on Jun 1, 2010 13:49:21 GMT -5
 Joesph Armstrong[/b][/size] Do You Know What You Got Into?
Can You Handle What I'm 'Bout To Do?
'Cause It's About To Get Rough For You
I'm Here For Your Entertainment
Adam Lambert - For Your Entertainment.[/center] Joseph was out in the acres of land that the mansion had in it's grasp. His toned body lay out on the sunlounger by the pool, his modesty covered in a pair of dark swimshorts and black sunglasses. He was in full view of the blazing sun as he spoke in spanish on the phone to one of his clients, Jose. Joe was trying to fix his next arms deal with his favourite victims. he didn't see Assyria at first, his attention on getting his spanish fluent. He heard her order, causing him to cut his deal short. He made his excuses and flipped his cell shut, moving his shades down his nose at her. He looked hot but he knew that already and he wouldn't deny that! Alright, what's up Sissy? he gave his petname for her - one of the nicer ones rather than a one he used to wind her up. He sat up from his lounging position, glad to be able to relax without her father being around. He felt uneasy around the notorious diamond smuggler. He'd been called worse than crap by him since he'd moved in nearly 10 years from now - though the man of the house affectionately chose "Street Rat" as his ususal tag, taken from his current position on the streets at their first meet. He knew was Assyria was like when she was.. annoyed so annoying her further wasn't an option! |
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Post by assyria on Jun 1, 2010 14:02:30 GMT -5
A. Pandorium [/i][/font][/size] You wanna see the deeper, 'darker side of me.
I don't think that you're ready for reality.[/right]
She came over and stood over his lawn chair, her gaze was icy cold and her words almost sliced as coldly. "There is a hit out for me. Daddy wants me dead" she stated. She said Daddy not in a nice way. She had always hated her and treated her like crap. She didn't take not to him calling her sissy. She didn't show the worry, she just kept her sharp tone when speaking. It was her way of covering things up, but only he would have known that at the moment.
She tossed her cellphone into the pool water to kill the GPS tracking device in it. She could always get a new one. The woman was far from stupid. She watched as it sank to the bottom of the pool, she grabbed his and did the same. "Ill buy you a new one, he can't find us or we are both dead"she snapped, not really giving him much time to think on that one. She knew he had important Clients but so did she. For now she handed him a piece of crap burn phone. "It will work for now. The number is forwarded so you don't miss anything important." she mused.
The woman obviously had a little time to think on it. Though getting rid of the cells was a plan, throwing them in the pool was just what was convenient at the moment. She hissed under her breathe as was in her nature. One would think she was some form of being other than human somedays. She had rage boiling in her eyes behind. It was evident, that the woman had a plan and he was going to listen, she was just waiting on hiim to acknowledge it.
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Post by Joe Armstrong on Jun 1, 2010 14:23:16 GMT -5
He took his shades off from his face as she mentioned the word "Daddy". Her tone was fused with poison and he realised her fate. He also realised that she wasn't fond of his nickname of er - she never did! Back to the drawing board on that one! He sighed, appraoching her slowly, not sure how to react without him getting a new one teared!
He watched in disbelieve as she threw her cell into the pool, he also didn't have time to react when she did the same to his! His mouth gawped open at the action. ASSYRIA! How the #@*& and I gonna make my deals without a cell?! He pulled a face at the piece of crap she gave him to use as communication. Joe was so used to having the latest technology with him since his fame amongst the dark arts of crime and punishment. he raised his brow as she explained about his numbers. He looked into her eyes, almost reading her like a book. So... what's the plan? He spoke, resting his shades onto the top of his head, looking into her deep and tantalising eyes.
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Post by assyria on Jun 1, 2010 15:12:23 GMT -5
A. Pandorium [/i][/font][/size] You wanna see the deeper, 'darker side of me.
I don't think that you're ready for reality.[/right]
"We are going on vacation" she mused handing him a passport. It was a new one, alias her dad didn't know about. She put a hand on his shoulder almost protectively yet it was loving and to make a point. Your choice of destinations, I'm not picky" she stated thinking she would humor him. "When its safe to tell you the rest. I will" she glared around menacingly. Telling him that they were going to kill her father was not the safest idea at the moment.
She backed up from him her eyes still eyes and rage still apparent. "We will get out of this, together" she mused as she got into his face her eyes meeting his gaze. She narrowed her eye slits at him as she breathed so close to his lips. She was taunting him in a way as she was known for doing in any situation. It was more a challenge for her to see who would give into the other first and well he was looking hot sitting by the pool.
She took her hand and tugged at his collar urging him to come and follow her. They needed to get out of here and quickly. She had their car already waiting, they were taking a rental to get to the airport. She couldn't risk anymore, she had even brought along personel that hated her father, just as a precaution. She got in the car and slipped out only when they got to the private Jet that she owned, her dad didn't even know she had it.
She scrambled onto the plane and stuffed her things in the chest, she had everything laid out so plush and exotic as most of her things were. She was wealthy and it showed as she was one that liked to dive into her wealth. She got a drink from the fridge and sat down. When the plane had spoken off she replied. "I want him dead, but I want to be the one to look in his eyes as he begs for his life" she mused at him. She was a cold woman, she had feelings but they were far and few between.
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Post by Joe Armstrong on Jun 8, 2010 4:00:50 GMT -5
His mouth formed a small "o" when she thrust the passport into his hand. He flicked through it, checking all the details. Joe rarely took orders, being the boss of his own mafia but he never disobeyed orders from Assyria - that would be like digging your own grave! He hummed at where he could go that wouldn't get them noticed, far away that had lots of sun. Jamaica it is then! He smirked, atleast he could do a few stock replenishment deals while he was over there - No Work, No Play and all that!
His eyes met hers but wouldn't look away. He knew she was toying with him, he was used to her games. She would flirt with him and he would take the bait - that's how it worked. He felt her breath on his lips... so close to touch. He always knew he'd give him first because thats how it was and always been. Even when she had gotten married he still lingered in the background, waiting for something to fall through.
He managed to change into some clothes before their journey, seems their stuff had alreayd been packed for the journey ahead. He pulled a pair of jeans over his ass, a rock tee over his torso and grabbed a blaser before she had time to tug him in her direction. Well, he couldn't board a plane in his trunks could he?
He was pretty silent until they reached the plane, not wanting to speak of the event incase her father still had tabs on her. He sighed as his ass fell into the comfortable leather seats that the jet desired. His eyes lay back on Assyria, hearing her plans. Alright, so how we gonna do it? Shoot? Poison?... Explosions?! He had a thing for bombs, like a kid on an Xbox. The fire always made his eyes widen - like fireworks for evil people!
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Post by assyria on Jun 8, 2010 8:44:41 GMT -5
A. Pandorium [/i][/font][/size] You wanna see the deeper, 'darker side of me.
I don't think that you're ready for reality.[/right]
She came over as he sat down. She spread her legs and promptly faced him as she pushed him back in his chair. She smirked towards him. "I thought about just stabbing him when I confront him face to face, I want to see the look as I said" she told him. She always had been one to like facial expressions they told alot about a person. Hers were always so stone cold unless she wanted them to otherwise. At the moment she didn't have that stone cold look in her face. She rarely did with Joe. She reached down this time kissing him. It was obviously one of her days she was okay with their relationship.
She pulled back seductively. Planting herself back on his lap she looked to him half expecting him to add something more but when he didn't she slid of his lap and over to the window. She was never one to sit very long. She commanded a room whenever she walked into it. "Jamaica it is then love" she spoke. When the plane taxied to the runway she gave way and sat down. She had to unless she wanted to roll around like some piece of luggage. She looked over to him with her colder expression. Her moods were like the weather it never knew how it was going to be. "Your new phone" she stated sliding a brand new iphone across the table, the phone was still in the box. "You can deal with that when we land'
She had a funny way of doing things. It seemed everything she needed was at her fingertips but she didn't do anything for it. She grabbed another box that was a droid phone and slide it into her things. She gave him one of those don't ask looks as the plane took off for Jamaica. She had no idea what to expect once they got there she would deal with things on the ground, not in the air. She didn't want her dad to know where she was after all.
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Post by Joe Armstrong on Jun 14, 2010 3:55:33 GMT -5
Joe pulled a face, stabbings were so boring and telltale. They were a personal way of killing someone you knew or loved so anyone who found her father would assume it was someone close to them. He didn't want her getting caught ofcourse! They can link you easier with a stabbing, I don't want you getting caught by the bastard CIA, FBI or those naval crimefighting wannabes. Joe had ran into the NCIS before back when he was starting out in the Armsdealing business. He was nearly caught selling nuclear weapons to the Russian marines. Quite a big job for a newcomer but he mananged to cover his tracks well. His lips returned the brief favour. He prefered it when they got on like this. He couldn't be bothered with the other hostile and uptight Assyria that he rarely saw while he was with her, thank god!
He looked over as she passed him the new iphone. His eyes lit up at the prospect of not walking around with the piece of junk she'd given him before. Its not that he couldn't afford it himself... he just liked presents! MUCH better! He smiled at her. It slowly slipped into a sad face, bottomlip puckered like a small child when she told him he couldn't play with it now. He was a guy, a one into gadgets and cars. Her expression was colder, she was obviously thinking about things with her father so he left her to herself. He slipped his earphones into his ears and switching his Ipod Touch on. Another glance came her way but a more loving one than the one he'd received before his eyes closed into relaxation. He HATED flying but he wasn't one of those hysterical types. He just couldn't be near the window thats all...
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Post by assyria on Jun 25, 2010 8:25:34 GMT -5
When they landed she had gotten her passport stamped like all the others. She looked to him and spoke."Then concoct me something good" she stated with a smirk. She still wanted this to be personal so that when he realized what was happening he could beg for mercy those last few seconds. She sighed gently. Leaning into him as they walked her eyes turned up towards him. "Now you can play" she teased.
She barked at the lady who grabbed her bag off the luggage. "You can see can't you? The red ribbon on the top bright as day right? Means its probably not yours lady" she stated coldly yanking her bag out of the woman's hand. She didn't seem to care the lady was giving her one of those how dare you looks. "Save your evil looks lady, you will need them" she hissed. |
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Post by Joe Armstrong on Jul 6, 2010 12:25:52 GMT -5
Joe walked up to the passport control. The uniformed man looked him over before checking his passport and stamping it quickly. He caught up with Syri as he caught her words briefly once again. He revealed a dirty smirk on his face. Axes are always very satisfying. Tie him up, torture him a little. Maybe the rack? I dunno... then chop his friggin head off! Joe never hid the dislike for her father. The guy had nothing but bad words to say about the "street rat" that his daughter had grown "attached" to. If Syri didn't do it, Joe would happily take her place!
He grinned once he had been allowed to play with his new toy. He ripped it from the box and inserted his SIM into the back - whilst he walked and carried his holdall. He looked up as she threatened an old lady. That was the girl he fell inlove with!
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Post by assyria on Jul 6, 2010 13:53:31 GMT -5
She felt she owed him the news that her ex husband.. well I guess technically her husband was still around. "I ran into Azrael yesterday, he's apparently alive" she stated through her cold voice. It was evident she wasn't pleased at the situation as she hung onto Joe's arm lightly. She had luggage in the other arm. She didn't pretend to be one of those helpless women. She was independent and stubborn as always.
She listened to him speak about the ax. "That sounds more like you taking pleasure in delight' she stated bluntly with a smirk on her face. She flipped her hair back as they got into the car that was waiting for them, she practically grabbed Joe and pulled him into the car. |
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Post by Joe Armstrong on Jul 14, 2010 2:24:39 GMT -5
Joe looked up from his toy when she mentioned his name. Seems she didn't kill her husband after all. He frowned lightly to himself. A moment of silence passed before he spoke. Do you still love him? Noone was going to take his girl from him, noone. He would commit murder himself to keep her with him if thats what it took! He could tell by her cold voice that she wasn't happy but Assyria was a woman of many talents so faking it could easily be one of them, he wasn't so sure.
He just smirked back at Assyria when she stated bluntly. She knew he did't like her father so what more was there to say? He'd let her have her revenge though, Joe could satisfy his killer instinct in another man...
His mind wandered until he was dragged into the car. He was shocked by the speed of the action as he thumped down on the seat next to her Now what was that for? He desn't know we're here!
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Post by assyria on Jul 14, 2010 9:23:25 GMT -5
A. Pandorium [/i][/font][/size] You wanna see the deeper, 'darker side of me.
I don't think that you're ready for reality.[/right]
She looked to Joe as he dared to question her. "You question me?" she stated with a raised brow. "You know I wouldn't be here if I did." she stated rather agitated that he would even question her. She pulled free from him as she grabbed her seatbelt and gazed out the window. As he commented about being pulled into the car she made another comment. "No he's not but I wanted you to myself."
She felt him being interrogative over her and she edged away from it. She didn't like when he asked too many questions, though she lied she never could lie to Joe. She was now stuck in the car with him and she wondered why he even brought up the question. When they got to the hotel she climbed out of the car and slammed the door on her side, and got the hotel key and slammed that door to behind her though she didn't bother to lock it, she knew Joe needed to get in. She laid down on the bed her mind whirling and thinking. She had just created a bigger problem then they already had.
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