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PostPosted: Thu May 18, 2006 6:07 pm 
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Location: at the mo... belgium.. later who knows???
The phone on her bedside table fell off as the vibrating ring sounded... along with the cheesy ringtone which meant Jun was calling her.

Amaai cracked a bleary eye and caught the phone before it bounced onto the floor and flicked it open.

"Moshi... eh.. kuso... Moshi?" she yawned

"Shit... er....*screetch*" came the response.

Amaai sat up "Jun, Shi Shenme? (what's going on?)" her hand reflexively going under her pillow to clasp her katana.

"Ie, kusotare, things ain't ok... the Belmonte's were hit.... they're hunting you Mami-noodle... even some of our own are hunting you... shit hang on..."

there was another loud screetching before Amaai realised that the sound was of tyres sqealing.... and gunshots...

"Look mami-chan, i'll be ok, ditch your hotel... get help from contacts... outsiders, people we've never dealt with before... we cant keep hiding no more... shit... get out of there now... ill find you... just go now!"

The phone clicked off with another round of shots in the background, amaai sat still, staring at her phone until she rolled off her bed and crouched as the sounds of footsteps passed her tacky hotel door.

The footseps passed and Amaai breathed, paranoia settling in.
Quickly she pulled all her few belongings in her red bag and pulled on a pair of jeans and her large navy blazer but froze again.

Rolling under the bed and clutching her katana, she pulled the covers down to hide her, it was a crappy hiding place but from what she was hearing, three men had just entered the room...

They spoke in heavily accented cantonese, amaai could only understand a bit, but enough to know that they were going to ransack the place, and that there were more of them outside.

The footsteps thundered around the floor, and thankfully no one had checked under the bed, sometimes the dumbest places to hide were the best.
Then she got her chance as the men, having ransacked the room save the bed (and even checked to locked window..) stood together on one side of the bed arguing and slowly pulling up the sheets...

now was her chance, time to be daring...

Nure onna, her katana was silent as she unsheated and arced her towards their ankles, getting their mark and slicing deeply into their skin and for one, bone.
but it wasnt over yet...

Screaming on the floor, the men rained bullets upon the hidden culprit, under the bed, to the ceiling and to the walls, amaai took cover on the other side of the bed grabbing her red bag and pulling out her bolo; Chuwa out.

eventually, the sound of walky-talkies and vehement chinese swearing to the click of empty gun clips gave her time, she lunged at the fallen men as they screamed at her and she lopped off their heads, stabbing the last one through the chest before grabbing a gun and a full clip from one of the fallen triad's belts.

Sheathing the katana onto her back and throwing her bag down garbage shoot as she exited onto the corridor she listened as several more men ran up the stairs and the elevator lights made their descent to her floor.
Breaking the emergency fire alarm, the noise deafened her as the artificial rain poured on her and she holstered her gun and got both her swords at the ready, as she jammed the door to the fire-stairs and stood guard at the elevator,

*damnit, i need a kevlar vest* she thought
standing to the side with blades at the ready, she waited for the elevator doors to open as she lowered herself again and swung at their legs taking at least two this time who were trampled over as they stumbled...

time, she just needed a second.

again, she lowered herself and swung again, taking out an arm and a bit of someone but taking a bullet to the side, luckily her ass was so big that it didnt really affect her other than the pain.

two more stumbled on the fallen as she distanced herself, hearing the fire escape door being pumelled open, she pulled out the gun and prayed that her aim would at least be ok, they were wet, bleeding and limbless she had a bit of a chance.

amaai didnt blink as she emptied her clip at the squirming thugs at the elevator door.
the fire escape door bent with the force on the other side and Amaai kicked the dead thugs from the elevator and pressed the button down, grabbing more guns along the way and hooking them on her belt, praying that they wouldnt go off, this wasnt the best plan and her lack of shooting skills was pissing her off at this moment, swords were cool, but cool dont keep you alive.

the door opened and thankfully there was no one, but the sounds of men running down the stairs was near and she had to think fast.

running to the reception, where the clerk was dead, she pulled out the shotgun under the counter and slung it over her shoulder, and decided to brave it and ran out the front.

ducking behind a car as two armed cars hailed her with bullets Amaai took one quick glance before ducking under the car and looking for the fuel pipe, breaking it with Chuwa's hilt, pulling away as the fuel spilled on the road.

"Shit," she muttered, "You better pull this off or im kicking my own ass"

standing up in the momentary calm as bullets ran out and clips were changed, amaai pulled back the shotgun and emptied it out, aiming at the cars rather than at the people and then running farther away to another car, getting clipped in the shoulder (again) as she hid again, bullets raining down, the triads exited their shot up car, leaving their dead behind
and walked past the leaking car towards hers, there were at least 6 of them.

Taking out the guns she began to shoot, and since they were generally walking towards her, at least two, aye, just two went down, the others hiding at the side of the leaking car....
yes...
taking aim like she had never taken aim before, she pulled the trigger, wincing slightly as the bullet ricocheted on the gravelly road and ignited the pool of fuel beneath the car, unnoticed by the triads as more men exited the front door to meet at the car.

she ducked as the car exploded, igniting the engine of the shotgun battered car across from it and chain reacting a second explosion.
(im sorry if the physics is wrong here or too unrealistic!)

running as whatever remained of the live triads shot at her (another one, this time her side, thankfully it was fat and muscle)
she took a turn into the back alley where the ending of the hotel garbage chute ended and she grabbed her back before getting cornered by 4 singed triad men, seething and out of ammo (phew).

of course, seeing a small lady against 4 angry men (despite the previous action, because it was all a fluke)
they charged, momentarily forgetting amaai's swords and her reputation as she stepped back and took them out with ease, because this was her fighting territory.
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When the police finally got to the scene in the alley, they didnt even know which limb belonged to whom. and one of the heads was missing... well what was meant to be inside... and there was... (one of the deputies threw up here) something, that may have looked like testicles....

it was a clear message... whoever did this cant be messed with.
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some eyewitnesses said they saw a little girl in an oversised jacket running from the scene, police went to search for parents...

a day later, a young asiatic lady with a filipino passport (not japanese- she has both) was admitted into the hospital with bullet wounds.
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Jun pulled away the IV and the other tubes that stuck out of Amaai's body, protesting, she was pulled out of bed and placed in a wheelchair and covered in a blanket and shitty red hat.

"You sure know how to cause a fuss, i wish you werent so gross in your killings...."
he mumbled as he wheeled his 'granma' out the hospital and into their rented car

"you ok?"
she asked, forgetting that she was the one with holes in her ass.

"hai, but we need a safe place... think you can pull something weird out of your ass here?" Jun retorted as he helped her into the car.

"got money?" she retorted.
"hell yeah... the oneesama gave me loads"

"good" she nodded. "we gotta prove we're decent enough to receive and give help..." she pulled a small file from her battered red bag, chuwa and nure onna hidden within what was left of her clothes.

"so atlantic city will be home for a wihle, even though theyre after us here too... better than new york, the clan is fucking on fire" jun mentioned as he revved the car and sped off...

"when we get back" she clucked looking at the file and flicking through... "they wont know what hit em..."

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koutetsu no ame ga furu chi no umi de
zutto mogaiteta kuroari ga shizundeku....

Her history and novel at the website
<a href="http://www.bloopdiary.com/viewentry.php?id=34026&num=187"><img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i153/taritorotot/d98e9d9b.jpg">
Outside of the Inside</a>

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Inventory
1 katana
1 Bolo (filipino sword/machete)
some decent ordinary gun (dontk now calibres and stuff... yet, but its no desert eagle)

NPC's
Bei, Jun (aomatsu) {ap}

other equipement
kawasaki ninja.
kimonos and such....:P
an apartment in tribeca

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What are your requests?

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Location: at the mo... belgium.. later who knows???
Request: after math of past hit... kinda like a continuation of story and character developent
Notes: this is sort of like an aftermath piece to my last hit...and now
Amaai is in hiding in AC, also like the title implies, its something to get heads turned (i know im not that cool or that great of a character but things are dead in here and im trying to make my mark) and people wondering and questioning and well... doing something.

(For acts of violence on another PC)- not a PC other than me.
Target: Aomatsu, Amaai, technically...
Reason: in the aftermath of her last hit (against NPC triads), she is being hunted down, obviously some things have gone nuts in her yakuza family and she is left with her (NPC) friend Jun to fend for herself in AC. Likiewise, its time for her to take a stand of sorts.

im so sorry for not getting the procedure right...aiye still much to learn. sorry sorry

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koutetsu no ame ga furu chi no umi de
zutto mogaiteta kuroari ga shizundeku....

Her history and novel at the website
<a href="http://www.bloopdiary.com/viewentry.php?id=34026&num=187"><img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i153/taritorotot/d98e9d9b.jpg">
Outside of the Inside</a>

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Inventory
1 katana
1 Bolo (filipino sword/machete)
some decent ordinary gun (dontk now calibres and stuff... yet, but its no desert eagle)

NPC's
Bei, Jun (aomatsu) {ap}

other equipement
kawasaki ninja.
kimonos and such....:P
an apartment in tribeca

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It is ok; your request is granted but as with the earlier action I graded I again must point out form; it seems scattered slightly although it does follow a pattern. Some grammatical mistakes are here and there. What you needs to do is improve the writing style in english; I am aware you are not a native english speaker and that is fine and taken into account but if you wish to improve I do reccomend what I recommended last time and that is a copy of The Elements of Style by Strunk and White.


http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/020530 ... e&n=283155

This small book is probably the best book on form and style.

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