Hira Mitsae
Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
Corporate Sector
Etti IV
Unknown Location
[member="Alexis Braend"]
You know, I ain’t much of a storyteller. Ain’t got the patience for it, sitting down and having to go from A to B to C etc. until you are finally at the end. Because… that’s how a story works right? You begin at the beginning and end at the end, pretty simple and fairly straight forward. Fact is… it’s pretty boring.
Why don’t we start stories at the end and work our way back to the beginning? Why don’t we start at seventy-five percent of the story, jump back to twenty percent and yadadada? I mean, it’s probably because nobody would be able to make heads or tails out of it, folks would have forgotten what had happened at seventy-five, while you were busy laying down the low at forty-five or twenty.
You see? It’s confusing. So, why not try something different, let’s… start at the middle and work or way up to the ending with brief flashbacks? That might work, right? We will see.
Picture this, a dimly lit boiler room in some stinky, swarmed, vice-ridden warehouse in the middle of nowhere. One flickering light in the corner of the room bathing us in light and darkness as the seconds walked off with our precious time.
Two people, back to back, shackled to chairs in the middle of the room. Both were blindfolded, but not yet gagged. Because at least one of ‘em knew how to shut her trap when it was necessary, suffice to say that I wasn’t the her.
Still didn’t really know how we got into this mess, was supposed to be a simple mission. Snatch and grab, get in, take the loot and run out. Somewhere things became complicated though, somewhere… someone messed up. Wasn’t me though, I don’t mess things up, not usually though.
Who am I, you ask? Adrian, Adrian Cassidy, charmed. But now is hardly the time for introductions, first things first. We gotta figure out how to get out of here, and be we I mean me and miss Glitter behind me. Don’t know much about her, only thing I do know is that she can handle her lightning whip pretty well.
Normally I would make a joke about that, because.. come on. There has to be one somewhere, but neither was it the time for that. Instead, I just coughed a bit, trying to get my bearings and then said with a faint grin.
“Well, when we get out of this mess, I am gonna ask for a more… personal demonstration with that whip you are carrying around, love. For now though, we gotta actually get out, got any ideas?”
Shut up, I had to do it. The members of the male race would be disappointed otherwise, it is known.