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Post by Ivy LeRoix on Nov 10, 2015 18:25:13 GMT -5
Ivy nodded as Acer asked her to take care of Regan. She sighed but smiled at him. “Alright, if I have to, I would rather take care of you though.” She said with a wink. Then she watched him join the others again.
Ivy then focused her attention on the guy that was next to her behind the gates. “Let’s get inside.” She said looking at him. She softly placed her hand on his back and softly pushed him, so he would walk with her.
Once both she and Regan entered the mansion the brought him to a sofa. “Sit.” She said stern, but using her false smile. “Now, mon ami, tell me about you.” She said looking at him. Then as she waited for answer, she grabbed the jug with water, that stood on the table and grabbed two glasses. She poured the water in them and brought one over to him, while sipping of the other one. “This is all you get, until I know more.” She said looking in his eyes, with a slight glare.
As he is lead into the mansion, still unknowing of what kind of shit storm he just jumped in, he begins to grow impatient as to when he's gonna get answers about the place. What the hell is going on outside? Who are these people? That is until he figures she's about to tell him just that in return after he tells her about himself. Smiling, he sat down and began to speak.
"Well.....i'm Regan Savage. Former MMA fighter." With that, he handed her a magazine folded on an article about his second ever fight. Explaining how he's become a hot idol in the sport in only two fights. Hoping his name may ring a bell if she or Acer were fans before the outbreak.
"I'm gonna be honest with you, if this place wasn't so guarded, i'd rob you guys blind. Take what I need and head out. Possibly shoot some folks on the way out. That's the type of guy I am. Nothing more you need to know. This is the apocalypse sweetheart, you don't need to know my life story." With that he chugged his glass of water before sliding the glass back over to her. "Refill please."
"You should Care Ace old boy. You see when the consequence is that it ended up with one of ours dead. One of the people from the bar. Your hunters were the cause. Another fuck you against our deal. I'm starting to think you don't even care. I mean do you even care about the last two years we coexisted in peace. Sure we know what sick things go on under your roof, but we put those aside to avoid killing. Yet you and your men have to go fuck all that up."
Cade didn't give a shit about what he was saying any more. The truth needed to be said. He still had his arms folded across his chest, his gaze set on Acer. He felt Collette move past him close to Acer. He didn't care Acer still wouldn't hurt her. Collette wanted agreed to punish James, Cade could agree to that. He disliked the man already, it would be easy.
"We could cut off a finger, isn't that what they do in the Middle East. Or what about those whips, treat him like the plantation owners did the slaves," Cade said, "not permanent damage, but he'd learn his lesson."
When Acer spoke of the rest of them not being safe Cade just glared. They didn't steal from him, they shouldn't be harmed. Even by Acer's code they didn't harm him. Most were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. They didn't pose a threat, they were just there. Dan ecspecially angered Cade. The man didn't wrong Acer in anyway. He didn't steal anything, left behind his medical supplies and food he stored. He simply just left, to find a better space. Yet Acer still said he would get him.
"Well guess there goes the fucking treaty," Cade said Watchig Acer leave. He removed the bow from his back, holding it in his hand. He didn't load an arrow, but he wasn't taking any chance anymore. He wasn't going to sit around, wait for Acer to strike. Ecspecially now that they weren't on good terms as groups, he would strike first.
He wouldn't strike now, instead when he had the upper hand.
"Let's go," he said turning around. "We can prepare the defenses." He went lower so only Collette could hear him. "Any of them come knocking by, kill them."
Colette didn't move, never batted an eye as Acer reached out and touched her. She wanted to be sick, to slap him in his face and then spit in it, but she couldn't do that. She had to endure it, like she always did. She knew Cade was waiting to see how she would react, and if she didn't play this just right, they would both end up dead, right here outside the gates to hell.
Her eyes narrowed and they could have bore wholes in the man. He spoke of her not knowing pain, he had no idea what pain she had suffered and withstood to do what she did. She heard herself laugh, a loud , down right giddy sound. " you have no idea, but I Know you wish you did!" She turned her back on him before he even got back through the gate," make it known, Acer, I did try to offer a peaceful solution." She started to chuckle and it was a downright diabolical sounding type of humor," remember that, Che'r , when your begging me to stop!" She didn't answer Cade as he fell in beside her , heading back. Kill them? The game was over, she wouldn't kill them, she would massacre them!
Acer stepped back inside the manor as the gates were locked up tight behind them. Colette would sleep with one eye open now and he hoped that got enough under her skin to make her jumpy. He also hoped it frazzled her enough to make her careless and with that many people under her care without strict rules in place, like he had, he knew people were going to get careless. That's when he would scoop them up.
He trusted Rollin to get what he wanted.
He came in upon Regan and Ivy talking and when he saw the picture in the magazine opened up, he heard the man talk about being a fighter.
"I thought I recognized you from somewhere. I used to have MMA fights up on the t.v.s in my bar. What a shame you didn't find the kind of fame you wanted before this shit storm of a life happened."
He chuckled as he moved towards a cabinet in the main hall and took out a bottle of tequila. It was early enough to start drinking, especially after Cade spoke about their treaty going to the wind. He didn't see it that way. He saw it as an alteration that needed to happen. Change was good for society to develop their own boundaries.
"I should tell you what happened to the last guys that stole from me, Regan. They didn't survive beyond a few miles of here."
Which actually wasn't true. James was still alive, but not for long.
"So here, you are either with us, or against us. I am a gracious host. I 'll give you food, water, shelter and protection. We all have a job to do and if you want to stay here, you'll have to prove that you're worthy of living by our rules. Is that something you wish to do or would you prefer to be out there on your own again?"
As he and Ivy have a staring contest, his eyes gaze towards the door as Acer comes walking back in. Recognizing him as a fighter as well as warning him not to steal, Acer grabs something to drink before getting down to business. Explaining to Regan that he can live by their rules or take a hike. Knowing he can't wander around by himself as long as he did last time, considering there's always that chance of him losing his mind. He begins to think about the situation. How he ended up in a shitstorm with that crazy couple storming in with all sorts of threats. But also how Acer seemed so calm and collective. Very confident as well. This guy is a leader. And Regan can see himself by his side or somewhere on the ladder helping him rule this land of the dead.
"Ya know...I got know problem proving myself."
With that he pulls out a cigarette and lights it before blowing smoke towards Ivy's way. With no regrets of acting as an asshole towards her, considering he didn't like her attitude to begin with.
Ivy didn’t like Regan his attitude at all. She was just about to answer, as Acer walked back in. She just kept glaring at him as Acer started talking. She listened and started to walk around, she hated he was going to join them. As Acer finished talking she walked back and heard his reply. She watched him light a cigarette and then he made a mistake, he blew the smoke in her face.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, what are you doing.” She said with a false smile as she walked closer. She then took the cigarette out of his hand and put it out on his top, burning a small hole in the fabric, before dropping it. “Smoking is bad for you, there are enough things already that can kill us.” She added with the same false smile. Then she bend over and placed her lips next to his ear. “You are messing with the wrong bitch, don’t tempt me, if you want to sleep at night.” Then she slowly backed away and winked. Ivy wasn't afraid of anyone, even if he used to be a fighter.
After that she slowly walked back to Acer and stood next to him. Slowly rubbing his back and grinning.
Acer liked what he heard from the man and he handed him the bottle that he grabbed out of the cabinet. It was never to early to drink as time had no meaning any longer. As Ivy gave Regan a hard time he chuckled and watched as she put the cigarette out for him. When she joined his side, he wrapped a hand around her waist and brought her in a little closer as if she were his property.
"Oh come on now Ivy, aren't you being a little harsh? Let's see what he's got."
He thought for a minute and considering he had enough people out looking for those involved in Colette's camp and those who were protecting James, there was still more that could be done. He knew he could send them a very dangerous message.
"On the third floor there are some people...well, a few women really. I want you to take one of them down. She'll be compliant, I promise." He looked at Ivy before looking back at Regan. What he was about to say was shocking, but not the best kept secret around this house.
"They are more like pets then people. Promise her freedom. Be her hero and led her to Colette's place. Ivy can show you the way. When you get to the door and she has that sweet taste of freedom and protection I want you to chop off her head and leave her at Colette's door. There is nothing you need to say. Just leave the head and body at the front door of the bar. Do that and you'll have proven yourself to me."
As Ivy puts his cigarette out he thinks to himself "You stupid bitch that's a waste of a good fuckin cigarette" which could be said through the look in his eyes. But for the sake of him having a home he didn't say anything. His attention is then drifted over to Acer as he hands him a bottle of liquor before speaking about a task he has in mind. Catching him off guard with the idea of chopping a woman's head off gave him a weak feeling in his stomach. But like always, when he feels like shit he remembers all the shitty things he's done in the past. He's beaten a father to death in front of his own daughter. Hell he's even burned a cabin full of cannibals, allowing them all to burn alive. But this, this is different. He's not doing this for him. He's doing this for the man in charge of a place he may be able to call home. It's a big chance he's taking but what else does he have to lose? A killer can keep on killing and not really change that much.
"Uh.....alright. Thanks for the liquor." He speaks in a lighter tone before smiling, shaking off any fear he may of had when he first heard of the task. Looking at Ivy he adds "You comin sweetheart?". And with that, he walks out of the room and heads on up to the third floor.
Reaching the room that Acer had mentioned, he opens the door to witness a room full of very weak looking woman. Almost as if they all had their souls sucked out of them which just so happened to be 80 percent of there body mass as well. Each one looking to have suffered a bad experience or two. Regan proceeds to take a swig of the bottle before pointing to a woman and saying out loud "You, come with us." She hesitated of course, not familiar with Regan's face. Yet he brought fear into her eyes with a louder tone, "Bitch I said come with me! Come on!".
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Ivy and Regan step out of the mansion with a weak looking woman by there side. Frightened yet eaten up with anticipation of what's going to happen. Regan had told her not to say a word before they reached the exit. That way he didn't have to really know her personality or anything about her. It's easier to kill a stranger.
He motions that he's read after tying a rope around the woman's neck. Ironic that Acer had referred her as a pet and he seems to have put her on a leash before leading her to the vet to put her down. With that, Ivy begins to lead the way as the three head through the front gate and into the open world.
Rollin came back to the complex with the blonde in tow. No one really knew any better. The only one that may knew would be Jackson and no one really knew where he went off to after the confrontation with Colette and Cade. Probably getting high.
He came into the gate with Sam on the bike and after she had screamed out some guy's name, he wrapped his hand around her waist tighter, practically bruising her ribs on purpose. He stopped the bike and pulled out the shot gun again, pointing it at her head.
"I told you not to scream." He cocked the gun until one of the guards who had locked the gate behind him ran up.
"Don't shoot her. Acer wants her in tact." Sam would have no idea what they were talking about and if they knew this blonde wasn't Remy they would likely have no use for her. She had no leverage with those people back at Colette's place, but she would have some purpose. With one girl gone and facing a beheading, another could take her place. Rollin snarled and poked the gun into Sam's neck, pushing her forward.
"Walk to the door. Scream and no one will hear you. Acer wants to talk to you."
Sam could barely breath the man was holding her so tight. She saw the gate up ahead and got even more scared. Once inside, who knew what he was going to do to her. She saw more men, one open and closed the gate. Sam trembled as she felt the arm release her. She took a breath, the first full breath since he had taken her on the bike. It was all so fast and the ride here didn't take long. She was clueless as to why they would want her.
The gun. She knew right the. She was gonna die. Probably should be grateful, she thought as she stared at the house. The one who had opened the gate came up and argued with the gunman. Warned him and said a name she knew. Acer. Oh god no, what was going on? Why her? She was fucking no body! Why would he want her?
Go inside. She got off the bike slowly and raised her hands. She walked, slow and steady towards the front door. God this must be some kind of mistake! She swallowed hard as the door was opened and the man with the gun gave a little nudge for her to keep going. Sam wanted to bolt and run, but run where? She would t get two feet before he would put holes in her back. She started to shake as she crossed the threshold, scared of what new hell she was entering.
Acer had been in the front room looking out the tattered silken drapes that covered the large, entryway windows. This Congressman's house had once been a place of lavish dinner parties, laughter and maybe even a little scandal. He read the diary. But now it was a house of thugs. He knew the fat Congressman never saw this coming. It made Acer chuckle under his breath. When Jones drove in with the blonde to the front of his motorcycle he raised a brow. That was Gabriel's job to get the blonde and Jones seemed to jump right in and do the job. He knew Colette would go ballistic over this, but he really didn't care. He wanted answers and he wanted to negotiate with the girl.
He stayed at the window, continuing to look out as Jones brought her inside with her hands up.
"It's okay, you can put your hands down. We're not going to shoot." He looked over at Jones who lowered the shotgun immediately. "Gabriel was supposed to get her, not you Jones. You had a job, now go do it."
Jones moved through the house for some unknown reason, probably to get some water or supplies or whatever it was he needed. Acer didn't ask questions, but he was appreciative of what Jones did. "Good job, Jones."
Finally, he turned to look at the girl and he raised a brow. "You're quite pretty, Remy. Come, sit down. Do you want something to eat or drink?"
She stood there, frozen in time and not quite sure how to answer. He knew the tactic was uncalled for, but without kidnapping her, he probably would have never gotten to her.
"I apologize for just snatching you away like that. I didn't think you'd come otherwise. I just want to talk. I want to make you an offer. You're the navigator from what I was told so I want to give you and your group... a chance."
Here she was in the jaws of hell and about to meet the devil, except he didn't look like a monster. He said she could lower her hands and she did. Sam glanced around at the surroundings, with her eyes. She was surprised when he said they weren't going to shoot her, why, she should have known they would have done that already if that was all this was about.
She stood very still till the man he called Jobes moved away from her. Her body relaxed a bit having him away from her, but she was by no means comfortable. Her eyes snapped over to Acer as he spoke to her more and called her Remy! He called her Remy! Oh my fucking God was this all just one big mistake.
Sam moved only a few steps, her mouth opened and then she closed it. Wait! Wait a minute! She was telling herself. He wanted Remy! He thinks you're Remy! She just wanted to go back to Colette 's to be with Damon. Would he do that? Would he let her go if he knew he made a mistake? Sam felt unsure and her body shook. She broke out in a cool sweat. Her every nerve felt like it was wound tight and about to snap. Sam lost thought control and shook her head." I'm Samantha, not Remy and I just want to go back to Colette's." She stammered out as she stared at him. Sam turned around the room and saw the door," just, let me leave, I just want to leave, I won't tell." She snapped her attention back to Acer," please, you made a mistake."
Acer chuckled as the blonde protested being the woman he thought she was. He took a few steps closer as she took a step back and he clasped his hands behind him, pacing a bit in front of her.
"You know, I owned a bar too, just like Colette. Not too far from here. There was this kid that used to come in, probably 19 years old I would suspect? Maybe a little older. Anyways, he used to bet. He had a terrible gambling addiction. He would bet on mostly fighters, MMA, UFC, that sort of thing. And basketball games. He was okay at what he did, but he wasn't the greatest at picking the winning times. Well, one day he was in my bar watching one of the games when a couple of guys came looking for him. He owed pretty big on a bet."
He looked directly at her as he spoke making sure she was still paying attention.
"They knew who he was, I knew who he was, but suddenly, he forgot who he was. He told them they had the wrong guy and gave them a different name."
He stopped in front of her and raised a brow. "Do you want to know what they did to him for lying?"
At that moment, his hands unclasped and he reached around, backhanding her across the face with a loud 'snap' as his hand met her cheek.
"So not only did he owe them money, but he lied about it also. It's way worse to lie about it, my dear. So you start to remember who you are and we'll get this over with."
Sam watched him, wary of him. He thought she was lying to him. She knew it, could see it in his eyes. The story, his words meant nothing as soon as his hand reached out and touched her.
Sam caught herself on a chair, before she hit the floor. Blood trickled from her lip and nose. She clutched the chair and stared at him, tears welling in her eyes, "I'm not lyin to you!" she yelled at him. "Damnit, I am Samantha Wesley, I am not Remy, she's back at the hotel and bar with the others!" she was shaking , visibly and felt like she was gonna be sick. She ran her hand across her face, smearing the blood, "Look, I was a model before all this dead come back bullshit, in New York, Find some magazines, look for yourself, my image was in alot of them.' She sighed, "I am not Remy, I swear I am telling you the truth. Why would I lie?"
Post by Ivy LeRoix on Nov 18, 2015 19:42:54 GMT -5
Ivy was tasked with leading Regan to Colette. Not very hard, but she made sure to keep her guard up, she didn’t trust the man a bit. When Acer asked him to put down a woman, she could see the look on his face, he was trying hard not to show that he wasn’t comfortable with it. But Ivy noticed it right away, so she also knew he was weak. Yes he would kill the woman, but not like she was cold blooded, at times she even surprised herself, with how cold she could be.
She walked but made sure to check Regan every few seconds. “Regan, chérie, do me a favor and walk up front, I’ll tell when we need to go right, etc, etc.” Ivy said. She used a cuddle word, but that didn’t mean she liked him, it just how she talked. She stood still while she waited for Regan to take lead and then kept going.
As the three continue to walk, Ivy asks him to walk ahead of her. Probably because she doesn't trust him. Smart bitch he thought. With that, he brushes it off and walks past her. The weak girl by his side begins to worry about what's happening. Going through the woods, she shows off her concern through a whiny tone. "Where are we going....where are you taking me...??" Regan stops causing the other two to stop.
"Look bitch I told you not to say a word. I'll break your fucking nose next time you speak. Got it?" Wise not to speak again she just nods her head as he keeps on traveling. He may of gotten caught off guard with a task like this, but he's still one ruthless son of a bitch. Does what he has to do to survive. And a mansion with a set up like Acer's got, well that's how to survive. If decapitating this woman will allow him a spot in that mansion, well that's what he's gonna do without question. Thinking about the situation he begins to hide his frustration from the silence with some small talk with Ivy despite there differences. "So I don't like you and you don't like me. But when I do this task, I don't want you in my fuckin room when i'm sleepin. Got it?" Fuck, so what for trying to break the ice between the two and sweeten up what he had already gave a sour taste to. Oh well. He's sure if he can gain Acer's trust, Ivy's got no say in kicking him out.
"A model? Well, that's a specialty. If you're not Remy and you are actually telling me the truth, I'm sure some of the boys will enjoy having a super model to play with."
He still didn't believe her as he reached down and grabbed her arm. He yanked her back up and pulled her towards a couch, sitting her down roughly before heading to the piano and pulling up the bench to sit down right in front of her.
"It's easy. What I want is easy. I want James. All you have to do is bring him to me and all will be forgiven. But from you, I also want the cop, what's his name..Luca? I just want to talk to him. If you can bring the both of them back here, then I will leave everyone alone. Sounds like a good plan?"
He leaned down with his elbows against his knees as he stared at her with that icy stare.
"I don't want to hurt you, Remy. I really don't. I just want what's mine. I want to live peacefully with Colette and keep my people protected. Is that too much to ask?"
Sam was jerked up and placed on the couch. She sat there staring at him, watching his every move. When he placed the bench in front of her and sat down, she wanted nothing more than to sink inside the cushions and disappear. Bless her, she tried. Sam pushed back as far as she could, but as he leaned forward he was still close enough to touch her. He spoke, trying to get what he wanted.
It didn't matter if she wasn't Remy, that there had been a mistake. She would suffer for their screw up regardless. Her mind raced as he told her what, rather who he wanted. What should she do? What should she say? If she kept telling the truth, he was bound to keep getting angry, but if she lied, what then? Sam couldn't focus, her body was trembling. She shook her head," I can't give you anything, I'm not Remy." She stammered out. Her eyes ran around the room. She felt sick, but there was no where to go. Her hands were shaking, resting on her thighs and that got her attention. She couldn't make them stop.
Acer looked down at the floor before looking back up to the girl. He smiled wide to her, although it was far more predatory then it was friendly.
"Oh, pretty girl, you can give me plenty. If you're not Remy, do you want to know what you can give to this community? Come on, let me show you. It may change your mind."
Without a second thought, he stood up quickly, knocking the piano bench down as he reached for the gun and grabbed her arm. He held the gun to her head as he started to lead her up the wide stairs. He took her past the second floor and straight to the third floor where the door was quickly thrown open. Inside she would see the horrors. There were two girls chained to the floor with one pair of shackles open. There were also two beds and in the beds were the naked torsos of two female walkers. Their arms and legs had been sawed off and their jaws dismantled. All they could do was lay there and wiggle.
The room had two windows that were darkened with plastic garbage bags although a few streams of light could be seen coming in. The room was painted white and was once a child's room by the looks of the stuffed animals laying against one wall.
"So, Remy. How do you feel about this? Do you want to keep telling me you have nothing to give and stay up here for a while or do you want to start talking?"
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Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
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