Home Sweet Home (c)

[Macbeth]

((RP is important, ok? *wears nerd hat proudly*))

Beth sighed inwardly, wishing they'd at least had a chance to talk about this. Whatever happened now, she had a feeling they'd see each other differently by the time it was over.

A couple breaths was all it took, and she had it down. The absolutely cold expression. The hard gangster voice without a hint of emotion. The prisoners with their blindfolds would probably picture a big, muscular girl like Sentry McFayden, and not the skinny shrimp who was actually about to make them wish they'd never been born. "All right," she said, striding over to stand in front of their victim. "Start talking, kid. Make this easy on yourself." God, please just let him cave right away.

[Risk]

((Haha, don't worry, I agree! I go crazy if I don't get to RP for a couple days!))

"Where's Julie? Where is she?" sputtered the kid as he attempted to look around with his blindfold on.

"This was stupid, this whole idea was stupid," whimpered the other kid.

"Obviously it was stupid," bellowed Risk, finally chiming in and quieting the two. "You three assholes are now blindfolded and tied to a chair with no ways of escaping. So, now we can take hours trying to figure out why you all came here or we'll start taking off body parts." His voice was deep and menacing as he talked. He refused to look over at Macbeth. Geez, this was harder than he thought.

[Macbeth]

Beth was only slightly thrown by the scary version of Risk. She'd seen glimpses of it before, and she could be pretty damn scary herself. Listening carefully to the prisoners, she zeroed in on the whimperer and seized one of his hands. "We might not even have to cut anything off," she said in a conversational tone. "Sometimes all it takes is a little pressure..."

And she bent one of his fingers back, hard. Till it was right on the verge of breaking. The others might not be able to see what she was doing, but they'd certainly hear their friend's cry of pain. And maybe, maybe it would be enough. But who the hell is Julie?

[Risk]

The whimperer began yelled in pain, his other hand gripping the chair tightly. "No, no, stop, please..."

"Why? Any of you going to say anything to save your friend?" threatened Risk. "He may not have use of his fingers after tonight if none of you --"

"It's our friend, Julie!" shouted the kid at the farthest right. He had been quiet the whole time until now. "Sh-she disappeared a-and... we heard somethin' about Eastman and the Refuge and how she might be here a-and..."

"And what?" growled Risk, walking over and grabbing the kid's hair. "Talk faster."

[Macbeth]

"--and we came to find her!" the whimperer blurted out, and Beth finally let go of his finger. He let out a shaky sigh of relief. "That's all, I swear. We just wanted to find her!"

The wheels in Macbeth's head were turning. She knew where Eastman's gang was likely to send any female prisoners, and it wasn't here. She glanced coolly at Risk. "Those girls ain't s'posta have no friends or fam'ly, right? It's like you told Eastman earlier. They're getting sloppy." She shook her head in disgust.

[Risk]

"They don't know what they're doing," muttered Risk loud enough for Macbeth to hear.

"Wh-what's happening? What now?" cried the whimperer as he began to physically shake from fear.

Risk took Macbeth's hand once again and led her towards the thug. "That's it. Done. They're yours."

[Macbeth]

"And if I were you," Beth added, not caring how out of line she was at this point, "I'd give 'em a couple punches and send 'em running home, 'less you want another fucking bunch of concerned friends storming the boss's headquarters."

As a former gangster, she was honestly offended. The other leaders in the Points might scoff at Archer Klein, mocking all his caution and mercy, but his gang ran as smooth as butter, raking in the cash and flying under the cops' radar. These guys were a bleeding mess.

[Risk]

The thug simply nodded at the two as he opened the door for them. "Good to have you back, Alec," said the thug to Risk before finally closing the door behind them.

"This place is going down the drain," muttered Risk as he walked down the hallway.

[Macbeth]

"Was it ever not down the drain?" Macbeth muttered back, reluctant to say much else when she didn't know who might be listening. Silently, she was thanking various gods that those kids had caved so fast. She hadn't had to break any bones, and Risk had barely touched them. "What now? Back to Eastman or that Sammie girl to report our success?"

[Risk]

"Let's go find Sammie," muttered Risk, going back down the staircase and out towards the main area where most of the gang members were spending (or wasting) their time. He immediately spotted the head of blond hair not too far away.

"Done. They caved in," said Risk, facing Sammie. He did his best to ignore the looks and whispers around him. He knew the rumors were flying and he rather not listen to them right now. His blood was boiling at the fact that Eastman's gang turned sloppy like this. It was a disgrace and he was ashamed of it.

((Shower, brb!))

[Macbeth]

"So damn fast, too," Macbeth added, rolling her eyes at Sammie. "You could've had a five-year-old break those guys. You've got Alex Wisely's son shooting up one'a your joints and turning your own boys against you, and you're wasting your time torturing scared kids? You really do need us."

((Ok!))

[Risk]

Sammie looked up at the pair and glared. She stood up, her hands reaching for her pockets as she took a step towards Macbeth. Noticing Sammie's motions, Risk immediately pushed her up against the wall, his arm against her neck.

"Better be careful, Alec," sputtered Sammie as she glanced at the crowd forming behind them, blades and guns directed towards them.

[Macbeth]

Beth was actually a little amused at the fact that Risk had lost his cool before she did. All those weapons kept her sober, however. "I've got this," she snapped, putting a hand on Risk's arm. "She can have a fight if she wants one." She flashed Sammie a hard smirk. "Or we can all play nice the way the boss wants us to, and sit down and figure out how to solve these problems of his."

[Risk]

Risk softened once he felt Macbeth's touch. He glanced over at her uncertainly before finally letting Sammie go. Sammie, however, simply narrowed her eyes at Beth. "What do you want? Are the two of you done talking to Eastman so you can leave?"

[Macbeth]

"We're done proving ourselves loyal and useful," Macbeth said with a shrug. "Whether Eastman wants to see us again is up to him. But if he's smart--and if you are--you'll give us a more challenging assignment next time."

The very idea of a "challenging" assignment from Eastman made her blood run cold, but somehow, they had to make contact with the major players in the gang other than Eastman himself. Tristan couldn't very well wipe them out if he didn't know who they were and where to find them. "Oh," she added sweetly, "and if you can recommend a cheap place to stay around here, that'd be swell." Unfortunately, she had a feeling they'd be here a while.

((Gotta run for a while, but I shall return!))