Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2013 18:50:54 GMT -5
"Ah'll ask again. Who sold you these items?! This blade at your throat is of Cherokee design! Mah family's of Cherokee blood!"
Alyce Windrunner McArthur pressed the blade further into the pawn shop owner's skin, causing a bit of blood to be drawn. She had happened to be passing by this particular shop when she saw some items in the front display that had caught her attention. The items were a Native American tomahawk, knife, and choker, all of Cherokee make. Immediately, Alyce had stormed into the shop, snatched the items from the display, and started to heatedly question the man behind the counter. He was the owner, Bill Fredericks. When he skirted around her inquiries, that's when she had knocked him down with her telekinetic ability, and held the Native American knife to his throat.
"I t-told you! I d-don't k-know!" the owner of the pawn shop cried in answer, stuttering some of his words out of fear.
Alyce gritted her teeth, gripped the knife tighter in her right hand, and dug even deeper. This drew even more blood.
"Then maybe you can tell me where Ah can find someone who can tell me?" she questioned, her green eyes narrowed.
"R-really, I d-don't know!"
Alyce rolled her eyes. She knew that this guy had to have some information that he could give her. Or, at the very least, give her a description of the person who sold him the items. It was also possible that he had some sort of reciept with the person's information on it.
"Aw, c'mon, Mr. Fredericks. Ah know you can tell me somethin'," she said, still holding him down with her ability, as well as, the knife to his jugular.
"Okay, okay! I-it was one of C-carmine Falcone's men!"
"And where, exactly, would Ah be able to find Falcone's man?" Alyce questioned, lightly dragging the edge of the knife along his neck.
Mr. Fredericks was now sweating quite profusely. It was obvious the man was terrified. Of course he should be; he was being held down by what he only knew to be an ivisible force, and had a knife to his throat.
After a moment, he swallowed, carefully, and answered, "I-I'm not sure, exactly, b-but I've heard that a lot of t-those type of g-guys like to h-hang out at The Stacked Deck!"
"Thank you," Alyce simply said.
Before he could say anything in reply, she quickly pushed and ran the knife cleanly along Mr. Fredericks' jugular vein as if he were merely a dying buck that needed to be put out of its misery. She then proceeded to take the same knife and remove his scalp by skinning what little hair he had left upon his head. He'd bought the Cherokee items from Falcone's man, so in her opinion, he deserved to die right alongside the mafia. Speaking of the mafia...what the hell had they wanted with her people? Did they know about she and the others like her? If so, how did they find out? There were so many unanswered questions, and from what her friend, Shadow-walker, had told her, the police in North Carolina were just as baffled. Someone had to do something to get closure for her people. Since none of the others in her homeland seemed to want to do anything about it, Alyce felt that it had to be her.
After Alyce was done skinning Mr. Fredericks' head, which came easily enough to her -- it was just like skinning an animal from a hunt -- she cleaned the knife with his shirt. Then, she put the knife and and the tomahawk into the main part of a black back-pack that she was wearing. Fortunately, she'd made it a point to start carrying a back-pack when out doing her free-running exercises, just in case she decided to pick up something along the way. Wrapping the fresh scalp into a couple of plastic bags and making sure it was secure, Alyce put that into the back-pack as well before zipping it up. She then tied the four-row bone choker around her neck before casually exiting the pawn shop. Her next stop was only a few blocks away at The Stacked Deck. Hopefully, she would find the answers she was looking for there.
It only took her about five minutes to reach her destination, and when she did, she casually entered. Looking around, she found The Stacked Deck to be a bit like a few of the bars back home in North Carolina. The only difference is that this one seemed to serve and house criminals, while the ones back home did not. That's what she'd heard about this place, anyway. At the moment, the establishment was relatively empty, except for a couple of people at the bar, and a small group of men playing pool. This was good for Ayce, since she should be able to question people without everyone ganging up on and overpowering her.
"Hey, aren't you a little young to be in here?" the bartender asked once she approached and sat down on a barstool.
Green eyes narrowed, Alyce replied hautily, "Ah'm twenty-two, thank you very much!"
"Got I.D.?" the guy countered back.
"Yes..." she answered, sneering a little at him before removing her back-pack and digging into the front pouch.
After a moment of searching, she found her general I.D. and showed it to the bartender. Once he looked it over, he nodded.
"Guess you are twenty-two. What can I get for you, then?" he asked, his tone having changed once he'd gotten proof of her age.
Alyce looked at the contents of the bar, trying to decide if she really did want something to drink or not. What the hell? One drink wouldn't hurt, and besides, she could use it after having just killed and scalped a person. It was a partial victory for her; the scalp she had procured from Mr. Fredericks was simply a trophy of that win.
With a slight change in tone herself, Alyce grinned lightly and replied, "Yes, Ah think Ah'll have a rum and coke, please. Also, Ah would like to possibly get some information, if Ah could?"
The bartender, in the middle of making her drink, stopped and raised a thick eyebrow at her. "Yeah? What kind of information?"
"Ah heard that Falcone's men like to hang out here a lot. Ah need to question them on a few things. Are any of them here at the moment?"
Shifting his gaze around the room for a moment, he shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure you do," Alyce replied. "Ah was told that they like to come here, specifically."
"Look, lady, I told you, I don't know what you're talking about," the bartender gritted out through his teeth.
Alyce's previous dark mood returned in that moment. Narrowing her eyes at him once again, she reached out with her right hand and began to squeeze the air. Immediately, the bartender's neck started to constrict from the invisible force that is Alyce's telekinetic ability.
"Oh, Ah think you do," she said, clenching her right hand a little tighter, which caused the man's neck to constrict further. "Now, Ah'm going to ask you again; are any of Falcone's men here right now?"
The bartender's face was starting to turn a nice shade of red now. Choking sounds could be heard emitting from him, but he managed to shake his head "no". The few people sitting at the bar who witnessed this event stared at her with open mouths, but didn't otherwise do or say anything. Instead, once Alyce released her telekinetic hold on the man's throat, they quickly went back to sipping their drinks and talking amongst themselves.
The bartender hacked and coughed a little, but once he could breath again, he replied in a low voice, "Jesus...what the hell kind of freak are you? Yes, Falcone's men do come in here a lot, but none of them are here right now. There is, however, somone in the back who can possibly tell you where else they like to hang out."
Raising a dark eyebrow at the word 'freak', Alyce inquired, "Oh? And who might that be?"
"Oswald Cobblepot."
"Thank you. That wasn't so hard now, was it?" she asked him as she walked towards the area he'd pointed to.
When she reached the back area of The Stacked Deck, Alyce took in a breath, and entered. She hoped that Mr. Cobblepot would be able to help her.
Alyce Windrunner McArthur pressed the blade further into the pawn shop owner's skin, causing a bit of blood to be drawn. She had happened to be passing by this particular shop when she saw some items in the front display that had caught her attention. The items were a Native American tomahawk, knife, and choker, all of Cherokee make. Immediately, Alyce had stormed into the shop, snatched the items from the display, and started to heatedly question the man behind the counter. He was the owner, Bill Fredericks. When he skirted around her inquiries, that's when she had knocked him down with her telekinetic ability, and held the Native American knife to his throat.
"I t-told you! I d-don't k-know!" the owner of the pawn shop cried in answer, stuttering some of his words out of fear.
Alyce gritted her teeth, gripped the knife tighter in her right hand, and dug even deeper. This drew even more blood.
"Then maybe you can tell me where Ah can find someone who can tell me?" she questioned, her green eyes narrowed.
"R-really, I d-don't know!"
Alyce rolled her eyes. She knew that this guy had to have some information that he could give her. Or, at the very least, give her a description of the person who sold him the items. It was also possible that he had some sort of reciept with the person's information on it.
"Aw, c'mon, Mr. Fredericks. Ah know you can tell me somethin'," she said, still holding him down with her ability, as well as, the knife to his jugular.
"Okay, okay! I-it was one of C-carmine Falcone's men!"
"And where, exactly, would Ah be able to find Falcone's man?" Alyce questioned, lightly dragging the edge of the knife along his neck.
Mr. Fredericks was now sweating quite profusely. It was obvious the man was terrified. Of course he should be; he was being held down by what he only knew to be an ivisible force, and had a knife to his throat.
After a moment, he swallowed, carefully, and answered, "I-I'm not sure, exactly, b-but I've heard that a lot of t-those type of g-guys like to h-hang out at The Stacked Deck!"
"Thank you," Alyce simply said.
Before he could say anything in reply, she quickly pushed and ran the knife cleanly along Mr. Fredericks' jugular vein as if he were merely a dying buck that needed to be put out of its misery. She then proceeded to take the same knife and remove his scalp by skinning what little hair he had left upon his head. He'd bought the Cherokee items from Falcone's man, so in her opinion, he deserved to die right alongside the mafia. Speaking of the mafia...what the hell had they wanted with her people? Did they know about she and the others like her? If so, how did they find out? There were so many unanswered questions, and from what her friend, Shadow-walker, had told her, the police in North Carolina were just as baffled. Someone had to do something to get closure for her people. Since none of the others in her homeland seemed to want to do anything about it, Alyce felt that it had to be her.
After Alyce was done skinning Mr. Fredericks' head, which came easily enough to her -- it was just like skinning an animal from a hunt -- she cleaned the knife with his shirt. Then, she put the knife and and the tomahawk into the main part of a black back-pack that she was wearing. Fortunately, she'd made it a point to start carrying a back-pack when out doing her free-running exercises, just in case she decided to pick up something along the way. Wrapping the fresh scalp into a couple of plastic bags and making sure it was secure, Alyce put that into the back-pack as well before zipping it up. She then tied the four-row bone choker around her neck before casually exiting the pawn shop. Her next stop was only a few blocks away at The Stacked Deck. Hopefully, she would find the answers she was looking for there.
----------========----------
It only took her about five minutes to reach her destination, and when she did, she casually entered. Looking around, she found The Stacked Deck to be a bit like a few of the bars back home in North Carolina. The only difference is that this one seemed to serve and house criminals, while the ones back home did not. That's what she'd heard about this place, anyway. At the moment, the establishment was relatively empty, except for a couple of people at the bar, and a small group of men playing pool. This was good for Ayce, since she should be able to question people without everyone ganging up on and overpowering her.
"Hey, aren't you a little young to be in here?" the bartender asked once she approached and sat down on a barstool.
Green eyes narrowed, Alyce replied hautily, "Ah'm twenty-two, thank you very much!"
"Got I.D.?" the guy countered back.
"Yes..." she answered, sneering a little at him before removing her back-pack and digging into the front pouch.
After a moment of searching, she found her general I.D. and showed it to the bartender. Once he looked it over, he nodded.
"Guess you are twenty-two. What can I get for you, then?" he asked, his tone having changed once he'd gotten proof of her age.
Alyce looked at the contents of the bar, trying to decide if she really did want something to drink or not. What the hell? One drink wouldn't hurt, and besides, she could use it after having just killed and scalped a person. It was a partial victory for her; the scalp she had procured from Mr. Fredericks was simply a trophy of that win.
With a slight change in tone herself, Alyce grinned lightly and replied, "Yes, Ah think Ah'll have a rum and coke, please. Also, Ah would like to possibly get some information, if Ah could?"
The bartender, in the middle of making her drink, stopped and raised a thick eyebrow at her. "Yeah? What kind of information?"
"Ah heard that Falcone's men like to hang out here a lot. Ah need to question them on a few things. Are any of them here at the moment?"
Shifting his gaze around the room for a moment, he shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure you do," Alyce replied. "Ah was told that they like to come here, specifically."
"Look, lady, I told you, I don't know what you're talking about," the bartender gritted out through his teeth.
Alyce's previous dark mood returned in that moment. Narrowing her eyes at him once again, she reached out with her right hand and began to squeeze the air. Immediately, the bartender's neck started to constrict from the invisible force that is Alyce's telekinetic ability.
"Oh, Ah think you do," she said, clenching her right hand a little tighter, which caused the man's neck to constrict further. "Now, Ah'm going to ask you again; are any of Falcone's men here right now?"
The bartender's face was starting to turn a nice shade of red now. Choking sounds could be heard emitting from him, but he managed to shake his head "no". The few people sitting at the bar who witnessed this event stared at her with open mouths, but didn't otherwise do or say anything. Instead, once Alyce released her telekinetic hold on the man's throat, they quickly went back to sipping their drinks and talking amongst themselves.
The bartender hacked and coughed a little, but once he could breath again, he replied in a low voice, "Jesus...what the hell kind of freak are you? Yes, Falcone's men do come in here a lot, but none of them are here right now. There is, however, somone in the back who can possibly tell you where else they like to hang out."
Raising a dark eyebrow at the word 'freak', Alyce inquired, "Oh? And who might that be?"
"Oswald Cobblepot."
"Thank you. That wasn't so hard now, was it?" she asked him as she walked towards the area he'd pointed to.
When she reached the back area of The Stacked Deck, Alyce took in a breath, and entered. She hoped that Mr. Cobblepot would be able to help her.
