Post by Samora Sandson on May 7, 2009 8:11:14 GMT -5
Don’t walk away, don’t walk away. . .
Ohhhh, when the world is burning. . .
Don’t walk away, don’t walk away. . .
Ohhh when the heart is yearning. . .
The basement area was full of sounds, but one that particularly stood out was the sound of a lighter flicking, an inhale, then a exhale. If you could probably guess who it was, you’re probably correct. . . It was Samora, smoking (How. . . Usual, save for the alcohol. . Generally she was chasing down cigarette smoke with a good Martini or two.) Though, her nicotine levels were probably off the charts at this point in time. She really hasn’t been out at all. Not making deals, visiting her colleagues or out drinking. She’s just been down in her room, chain smoking and laying there staring at the ceiling, and hasn’t said a word to anyone for about three weeks now. Something was entirely different about her, it was queer that she wasn’t out and about causing trouble, which always soon lead to Mr.Vige to clean up or fix the mess she had made.
A heavy sigh broke the silence, she put her cigarette out and then looked at the time on her cell phone it was around 3 AM . Sitting up, she took the backing off the phone, and pulled the battery out, popping the phone apart, she dismantled the chip and wiring inside, and took the most important parts out. Parts that kept data of her phone calls, and texts. (She knew that Vincent would be able to track her by the phone, and she didn’t want that. Though, of course, he’d always have a way to find her, she just didn’t want to be tracked by a phone, nor did she want it anymore.) She discarded the useless pieces, and pocketed the rest of the pieces so she could dispose of them elsewhere later on.
She climbed off her bed, and went to change into something very casual. A pair of DC shoes, tan cargo shorts, a spaghetti stringed tank top, and a zip up hooded sweat shirt. She also looped two black bracelets together and put a set on each wrist, and then French braided her hair back. She looked. . . Well. . . Different, she hadn’t dressed that way in a long time. But yet, it felt right for her.
It’s been a long, hectic three weeks. . .
I don’t care anymore if I let you down.
I believe that I need to be free.
I’m so used to my life with you around.
I don’t know anymore the real me.
”Samora, we know where you reside. We’ve been watching your every movement. We want what you’ve taken by 6 AM one week from today, down at the docks. You’re given this one week to move all the equipment to a safe, isolated area. If you are not there on time, every minute you’re late one person will be shot down. If there are any delays, anyone following you, or anything we should be concerned about, you‘ll lose your most prized possession, as well as your own life….
Once you get to the docks, there will be an envelope with a phone in it . From there you‘ll be given further instructions. . . Remember. . . I‘ll be watching…”[/u]
It’s been about two weeks now since she received that phone call. She didn’t know what to think of it anymore. It was certainly a life changing call, and more importantly, it almost involved her possible execution along with others. Sadly, that one phone call still echoes in her head, just like she was still on the phone. . . And what made if even worse, was the voice that was heard before the caller hung up on her. It was very familiar sounding, although it was someone she hasn’t seen in a while, she treasured him like gold. He was her mentor, her past , her future. She’d take a bullet for him any day, since she owed it to him from a past altercation he saved her from. She really didn’t have anything to do with the goods anyways, nor did she have interest in keeping them any longer. She knew that eventually someone would turn their ugly face up and make some sort of threat for them. But she didn’t think it would be this bad.
Fortunately she was able to meet the deadline and get rid of everything, which made her happy and the unknown caller possibly happy. . . . So she thought. Her mentor, was still shot and killed as a reminder to never screw with anyone’s goods like that again. Ever since then, she hasn’t spoken to anyone, and kept a very low profile. Though, Vincent doesn’t know anything about what happened, she was sure he was suspecting something since she hasn’t been her normal self in a long time. She didn’t even know how to cope with the loss of her mentor. He was someone she truly looked up to, and kept at heart.
All of the sadness she kept inside. . .
She couldn’t cry, she couldn’t mourn, she couldn’t even collect her own thoughts because she didn’t know what to feel at all. It was like this sickening numb feeling that cut her off from her senses to the point where she couldn’t even feel anything and was oblivious to the events around her. She couldn’t feel the pain of others anymore, that was the ultimate pain reliever, she didn’t even believe she had her powers anymore, that was how numb she was.
She left her room, and wandered to the elevator, she clicked the lobby button. In less than a minute she was up on the main floor, where then she wandered to a set of stairs and started up them toward the roof.
Ohhhh, when the world is burning. . .
Don’t walk away, don’t walk away. . .
Ohhh when the heart is yearning. . .
The basement area was full of sounds, but one that particularly stood out was the sound of a lighter flicking, an inhale, then a exhale. If you could probably guess who it was, you’re probably correct. . . It was Samora, smoking (How. . . Usual, save for the alcohol. . Generally she was chasing down cigarette smoke with a good Martini or two.) Though, her nicotine levels were probably off the charts at this point in time. She really hasn’t been out at all. Not making deals, visiting her colleagues or out drinking. She’s just been down in her room, chain smoking and laying there staring at the ceiling, and hasn’t said a word to anyone for about three weeks now. Something was entirely different about her, it was queer that she wasn’t out and about causing trouble, which always soon lead to Mr.Vige to clean up or fix the mess she had made.
A heavy sigh broke the silence, she put her cigarette out and then looked at the time on her cell phone it was around 3 AM . Sitting up, she took the backing off the phone, and pulled the battery out, popping the phone apart, she dismantled the chip and wiring inside, and took the most important parts out. Parts that kept data of her phone calls, and texts. (She knew that Vincent would be able to track her by the phone, and she didn’t want that. Though, of course, he’d always have a way to find her, she just didn’t want to be tracked by a phone, nor did she want it anymore.) She discarded the useless pieces, and pocketed the rest of the pieces so she could dispose of them elsewhere later on.
She climbed off her bed, and went to change into something very casual. A pair of DC shoes, tan cargo shorts, a spaghetti stringed tank top, and a zip up hooded sweat shirt. She also looped two black bracelets together and put a set on each wrist, and then French braided her hair back. She looked. . . Well. . . Different, she hadn’t dressed that way in a long time. But yet, it felt right for her.
It’s been a long, hectic three weeks. . .
I don’t care anymore if I let you down.
I believe that I need to be free.
I’m so used to my life with you around.
I don’t know anymore the real me.
”Samora, we know where you reside. We’ve been watching your every movement. We want what you’ve taken by 6 AM one week from today, down at the docks. You’re given this one week to move all the equipment to a safe, isolated area. If you are not there on time, every minute you’re late one person will be shot down. If there are any delays, anyone following you, or anything we should be concerned about, you‘ll lose your most prized possession, as well as your own life….
Once you get to the docks, there will be an envelope with a phone in it . From there you‘ll be given further instructions. . . Remember. . . I‘ll be watching…”[/u]
It’s been about two weeks now since she received that phone call. She didn’t know what to think of it anymore. It was certainly a life changing call, and more importantly, it almost involved her possible execution along with others. Sadly, that one phone call still echoes in her head, just like she was still on the phone. . . And what made if even worse, was the voice that was heard before the caller hung up on her. It was very familiar sounding, although it was someone she hasn’t seen in a while, she treasured him like gold. He was her mentor, her past , her future. She’d take a bullet for him any day, since she owed it to him from a past altercation he saved her from. She really didn’t have anything to do with the goods anyways, nor did she have interest in keeping them any longer. She knew that eventually someone would turn their ugly face up and make some sort of threat for them. But she didn’t think it would be this bad.
Fortunately she was able to meet the deadline and get rid of everything, which made her happy and the unknown caller possibly happy. . . . So she thought. Her mentor, was still shot and killed as a reminder to never screw with anyone’s goods like that again. Ever since then, she hasn’t spoken to anyone, and kept a very low profile. Though, Vincent doesn’t know anything about what happened, she was sure he was suspecting something since she hasn’t been her normal self in a long time. She didn’t even know how to cope with the loss of her mentor. He was someone she truly looked up to, and kept at heart.
All of the sadness she kept inside. . .
She couldn’t cry, she couldn’t mourn, she couldn’t even collect her own thoughts because she didn’t know what to feel at all. It was like this sickening numb feeling that cut her off from her senses to the point where she couldn’t even feel anything and was oblivious to the events around her. She couldn’t feel the pain of others anymore, that was the ultimate pain reliever, she didn’t even believe she had her powers anymore, that was how numb she was.
She left her room, and wandered to the elevator, she clicked the lobby button. In less than a minute she was up on the main floor, where then she wandered to a set of stairs and started up them toward the roof.
