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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2014 0:53:46 GMT
Cold.
Cold and empty.
He'd been a good person once, despite his profession. But Rosan had turned on him, ripped his heart out, and stomped all over it so she could live safely. She threw him to the dogs. He should thank her, really, for curing his ridiculous obsession with love. He was a better assassin now, colder. He held much less empathy. There were parts of him he didn't even know anymore. He was changed, different. Sometimes he felt the stirring of something like emotion and he squelched it down so quickly. He couldn't afford to think like that. Not anymore.
So he found himself in Seven, mercilessly tailing a young girl that he'd previously would have struggled to kill.
He followed silently, just another shadow in the street. His footsteps made no sounds and had someone looked over their shoulder, they wouldn't have been able to find even a trace of him. He was the best assassin that'd ever been trained. At least, now he was. Before, emotions had hindered him. After Rosan, he didn't have that problem so much.
He followed her to her house, circling around while she went through the front. On the second story of the house, there was a dark window, just slightly cracked. It was enough for him. His leather shod fingers gripped into the window seal of the first floor, pulling himself up. He found a hidden foothold in the next section of the wall and he pulled himself up till he could reach the seal of the second story with one hand. With incredible strength, he dangled, using his free hand to coat the window tracks with a grease of some sort. It would make the window glide open soundlessly. He then slowly pushed open the window before he pulled himself in. He dropped onto the carpet soundlessly, turning back to the window and shutting it back into the same position he'd found it. He couldn't have anything alerting her of his presence until he was ready.
He stood slowly, in the dark room, and listened quietly, ears straining to hear where the girl was at in her home.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2014 5:27:01 GMT
This sucked. Everything was all but crumbling under her. One bad move was all it took for her commanders to flip- okay, okay, more than one move, but that's not the point. Either way, the people who ultimately ruled her life were turning the tables. Suspended. The word rang through her mind. She wasn't that bad was she? They called her rogue. Not deemed to run a troop. Unfit to wield a weapon. A mess in the military. So she disobeyed orders, kept her reigns a little too loose on her team members, maybe shot someone she shouldn't have, and had a mind of her own- but rogue? They didn't have any hard evidence, for she was a great commander, just easy on the eyes and mind, but what they did pin her on was sleeping with a solider under her watch. It was mandatory to keep things professional, emotions caused messes, but what could she say? He was hot so they banged. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She had a wealthy Peacekeeper father, a well respected general brother, and a noteworthy medical mother- so how did she get so screwed? Not like the answer mattered. What was done was, well, done. She messed up one too many times and they had to punish her in the end. Her superiors didn't want to by any means- she was a promising soldier, but they couldn't show favoritism or everything would break loose. The Capitol was nothing like Thirteen. Eh, give it a few days and she'd be back. In the mean time, she had a couch to mingle with. Espin decided to not inform her high-rised family and skip on home, not even bothering to take not of her surroundings. Normally she had keen senses and was cautious when alone, but today she didn't care. Screw it. Two golden blonde strands of hair were tucked out of her face, pulled to the back and knotted in a hair tie, her shimmering diamond irises trained on her secluded home in Seven. She moved out of that cluttered mess of a house she grew up in as soon as she could. The rules suffocated her, and abiding them wasn't her thing. Clearly. Nose burnt red with the crimson cold, she shuffled into the house, dropping her coat and scarf off at the door- her boots following. Scampering to her couch, Espin lounged in the heat- just soaking it all in. She was merely nineteen. A high ranked military official, but a kid. She made mistakes, many of them, but she was still learning. Situating herself on the couch, she yanked her Capitol issued laptop onto her, well, lap. Clicking through the various notifications, she swam through the spam and settled on a mesaage about her current situation. Hands pressed to her lips, she read, trying to hide a smirk at the details. Maybe she was rogue. Eyes scanning the page, chills ran down her spine- goosebumps inhabiting the gentle plane that was her pale skin. Something was wrong, off, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Unmoving from her spot, she became very still, listening. Maybe she was paranoid, but that didn't stop her from eyeing the gun tossed upon the cushion next to her. Maybe it was just a military thing, but Espin had an eerie feeling she wasn't alone.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2014 5:19:47 GMT
Zarek crept through the dark house, slipping between partially opened doors and testing each step before taking it. That way he could find the quietest places to put his feet, avoiding creaking floorboards or squeaky doors. He was a professional, the best at what he did. He rounded a corner and could see the girl in her living room, her back to him as she stared at her computer. She seemed pretty fixed on the screen, whatever it was that she was looking at.
And then her demeanor changed.
He could see her sit up a little straighter, her back and shoulders tensing. She didn't move or even look around though. Holding perfectly still. He smirked and ghosted out into her living room, his gun trained on the back of her head. He stopped, about five feet away from her.
"Hey Princess." He breathed out in his husky whisper, waiting for her to turn around. He wasn't sure why he didn't shoot her then and there. He was hesitating. He hadn't done that since Rosan.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2014 7:24:42 GMT
There it was- her suspicions clearing, but that didn't ease her mind. If someone had snuck into her home, they clearly didn't have a single good intention, but Espin was definitely not one to ever panic. In fact, she was unnaturally calm with the matter, simply nodding, and teasing in return, "Hey, babe." She was way too nonchalant, and it was that act simply not caring that got her put on leave anyways. She was always too relaxed, never thinking ahead and simply living life with every step she took. Daring to turn her head some to glance back at the man, she smirked at the gun, a slow chuckle bleeding off her lips as she cast a gaze up at his breathtaking face. Her mind didn't even register that his finger was teasing the trigger, for when she'd dropped her hands away from her mouth, her right one had fallen onto the gun she'd sat on the throw pillow beside her. Shaking her head at the man, she turned back around to face the computer- if he was here to kill her, he'd have done it by now. She was calm and lazy, not an idiot.
Moving her palms to her cheeks, she abandoned the weapon to cool her face, a sigh casting out of her ajar mouth as she reread the message. Cocking her head, she just didn't get it- why would they put one of their best leaders in time out for something so small? All she needed was a little discipline, and they were just all too scared to give it to her. "Do you believe this," she called to him, still in shock about the whole ordeal, "I slept with a soldier under my command and they set me out in the midst of war. Stupid on their end, really. They need all the tactical help they can get, Thirteen is fighting back hard. Of course he have some tricks up our sleeves, but they know they need me to guide their little weapons if they want it to work." She talked too much, her lips always working against something. Tossing her head back, she closed her eyes, nose scrunching up as she ran her fingers through her wispy blonde locks. Pausing for just a moment, she set herself straight, setting the laptop aside and shuffling the gun under the pillow as she glanced back at the man and cooed, "Well, don't just stand there. Either get out or sit down."
This probably wasn't the reaction he was expecting when he aimed the weapon at her head, but that was Espin- the curve ball no one saw coming.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 8:11:54 GMT
Zarek felt himself tense up, silently questioning himself. Why hadn't he just shot her? Why was he hesitating again? Hadn't he learned his lesson from Rosan? Rosan. The name alone was almost enough to cause his finger to clench down on the trigger and blow this pretty woman away. Only almost, though. He wasn't going to do it. He didn't know why. Maybe it was how casual she was acting while he had a gun trained on her. He knew it'd cause all kinds of problems for him. The Capitol and the Guild would be on his case again. He'd have to run and hide away until they decided he wasn't a problem.
And they'd probably send another assassin after the girl. She wouldn't be safe. He should probably tell her, warn her, that after he left, another would come.
He was almost stunned silent by her reaction. She was certainly something different. He slowly lowered his gun, not tucking it away just in case she decided to do the expected after all and attack him. No, he kept it in his hand, just not so threatening anymore.
"Well, I think you have bigger problems than being suspended, Princess," He said, sauntering over and taking a seat where she had gestured. "You realize they sent me to kill you, right? You must've done something worse than just sleeping with a soldier if they want you gone gone." He said, raising a thumb to his neck and drawing it across his neck in a straight line, clarifying for her just what he meant by gone gone.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 8:37:01 GMT
"There you go again with the 'Princess' thing, man," Espin drew out as he took a seat beside her, gun still firm in his hand, but it didn't bother her in the slightest, "I'm sorry to break it to ya' but I'm about as majestic as the bodies piling up in Four." She had no filter, saying anything that came to mind and acting so calmly about it. It wasn't like she was raised that way either, it was just something she grew into. A personality of her own. Who else could crack a joke while a stranger who broke into their house held a gun to their head? Exactly.
She knew that if he wouldn't do it, someone else would try, but she was also aware that this would only last the span of the war. Death threats weren't uncommon with her, and normally all it took was a bat of the eyes and occasionally the need to sleep with the man and they'd leave her breathing.
In fact, she was fairly sure she was known as dead in District Six because one of the men she'd eased off her case had lied about killing her. Not like she went to the drug ridden place anyways, she had better things to do with her time.
"Do I now?" She asked after a short break of just blatantly staring at the man, taking him in as his words swam through her mind, but what he said sent her eyes rolling. "No, really? I thought you were here as a strip tease my so loving friends sent me and the gun was fake," she groaned at his comment, glaring at him as if he was the idiot here. Watching him drag his thumb across his neck, she just shook her head, leaning forward some to whisper, "Oh, trust me, it isn't my men after their best general. Thirteen just thinks taking me down will help them win." That's all there was to it. The enemy was convinced that killing of the leaders of the Capitol's army would benefit them. They clearly didn't know Espin.
"So you clearly know all about me with your fancy files and detailed papers, but who are you?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2014 5:25:24 GMT
Zarek let out a soft and unusually relaxed chuckle. There was something so unusual about her that it knocked him right out of his safe and cold persona. She was just... different. And weird. She was very weird. He'd never seen a person so relaxed after someone broke into their house and threatened them with a gun. "Oh Princess I'm well aware you are anything but. It's kind of like when you call a really big person Tiny?" He drawled with a smirk.
The smirk didn't leave his features as he leaned back while she leaned forward and he settled comfortably back into the couch, deciding to relax for a moment. They both already knew he wasn't going to shoot her. Why, he didn't know still.
"Well, if it'll make you feel better I could strip? I mean the gun is real still. I'm definitely packing heat." He sent a wink at her, voice teasing to put them both at ease before his features took on a more serious look. He shook his head, letting his arms cross slightly.
"Nah, Princess. I was hired in the Capitol. You better think twice about being indispensable." He said simply before he shook his head once more. She was wrong all over the place it seemed. "Again, no. I made the mistake of getting too close to a target once before. Now, I just read the name, description, and location."
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