Post by subdigital on Jun 10, 2014 3:34:36 GMT
So I started writting a little story on my Character Emilia. Basicaly, she is my favorite charater I have ever created, almost every character I create now has a bit of her in them...and I felt that I needed to make a story to at least really get her life and stuff fully fleshed out. Mainly just for me. Although I would be more than happy for you guys to read along as we'll. be warned, I'm doing this just for me and I'm not a literary genius or anything so stuff won't be perfect...remember, it's for me xD.
A bit of background info for those who may not know my character all that well. Emilia is an ex pilot who was in the same PMC as my dead character Seth Brose. Two were buddie buddies till Seth died. Emilia was also engaged to Dean Sinclair, he was a hitman/bounty hunter and was killed on a job leaving Emilia pregnant with a child. As muh as she may have loved Dean before, his constant lies and deceitful actions have grown here into a deep despise for him. Other than that...Emilia is your typical bad ass kinda gal. Different color hair every other week, will hit ya in the face before you know why. A amateur boxer. And mother of two kids.
So yah here we go.
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“You aren't really going to do this Emilia, are you?” Lysanuh said from the passenger seat of the car. His black trenchcoat covering most of his lower body, the straps also connected across his chest hiding his deep red t-shirt underneath. The woman in the driver seat looked over, her blue hair tied in a rushed ponytail draping over her right shoulder. Lysanuh simply sighed when she didn't answer. “Fine, you asked for this here you go. Dont forget to turn the safety off. ” his armed leaned across the car placing a bag onto Emilias lap. Turn the saftey off, she knew how to fire a gun. Light drizzle of rain slowly tapped on the top of the car. “How do you even know these are the guys that killed Dean?” He asked.
“I know alright.” She really didn't, Emilia knew that but wouldn't admit it to herself. Her arms reached into the bag, the first thing they touched inside was a small metal cylinder, Dilgan delivered she thought to herself before pulling the entire item out of the bag. Resting in the palm of her two hands was a twenty round revolver, it fired high concentrations of laser particles packed tightly into a cartridge. It would certainly do the job, seeing as these mobsters didn't use guns. This section of the city was filled with Corporate Police. Some of the gangs could move guns, but never out in the open it was too risky. “What if they get your gun out of your hand?” Dilgan asked from the side, his feet resting on the dashboard looking out at the rain.
“Then I take it back and beat the shit out of them, what is so hard to understand about this?” Emilia said back, almost acting as though Lysanuh should have already known the answer. The man simply looked at her from behind the sunglasses, she knew exactly what he was going to say and Emilia wasn't going to hear any of it. “Emilia, you just got out of the hospital four weeks ago, you cant beat anyone in a fight, I don't care if they are small gangbangers, they will kick your ass.” Emilia shot him a quick glance and opened the door of her car. She stepped out, tucking the revolver in the back of her jeans. Her leather jacket would cover most of it, but she made sure to pull the bottom of her green tanktop on top as well, just incase. Dilgan didn't get out of the car. “Good, he can stay in there I won't need him.” She thought to herself. A small raindrop hit the top of Emilias head, the club was too her back. Bright neon lights reflected off the rained on road. Two bouncers stood in the front, it was a quiet day for the club. Wednesdays didnt get that large of a crows.
Emilia had been doing a bit of investigation, this was the same club a few of Deans killers worked at, or at least she assumed they were. Didn't make much of a difference at this point, nobody would miss them. She started walking across the street, her eyes fixed on the two bouncers. About halfway across the street the two noticed her, she wasn't exactly being covert in her attentions and the two were already standing tall and ready to fight. When she finally got onto their side of the street Emilia brought her hand back onto the handle of the gun. The bouncer on her left stepped forward first, his mouth opened but before he could say anything Emilia pulled her gun.
“Dean Sinclair, know the name?” Emilia said as pointed the gun between the two men. She gave a quick motion to the side alley between buildings and they followed her orders, looking at her like she was crazy, maybe they were right. “You deaf mate? I asked you a question.” Both men looked at eachother then at her.
“I aint got the slightest idea what your talking about love, put the gun down. We don't want anyone to get hurt here alright.” They were lying, they had to be. Emilia was sure they were. On her left the bouncer in the dark blue shirt was laughing, “Been a long time since you held a gun aint it girl, you didn't turn the safety on” Emilias heart sank, he was right. Almost as quickly as she realized what went wrong a fist came flying at her face. The sound of metal hitting the ground echoed through the alleyway as the revolver rolled down. Emilias body hit the ground with less noise. The same bouncer that hit her pulled her up by the sides off the jacket. “You a pretty girl, I hate to mess up that face of yours.” He said with a small laugh to his growing smile. Emilia pulled her arms back, raising them up above his head before sending them crashing down on his head, cupping her hands around his ears the man stumbled back. Emilia got into her fighting stance, she took a few steps forward, back in range. She gave two quick jabs to the stomach before he sent a hook whirling at her head. A small lean to one side and the arm flew over her head, as she was getting up straight the next punch was already moving with her. Her fist hit him right in the jaw and bounced stumbled back again, this time falling over a trashcan left around.
Her arms still up Emilia turned to the second bouncer, the same one who pointed out her gun was still locked in safety. Punches came flying in her direction as she dodged and blocked four before slipping up and getting a kick in her ribs. Not used to fighting in such a long time, Emilias hands went down to hold her chest, two more hits to her face and she went stumbling back into the wall. She tried to move forward to get a better position but the bouncer grabbed her head and slammed it towards the wall, blood come pouring out of her mouth as she felt another punch in her chest, she tried to bend over in pain but the man still held her. He raised her up with his left hand and when Emilia tried to raise her arm to block she was greeted with another hook. Her body fell down onto the wet ground.
“I’m going to cut those fucking fingers off of you!” The first bouncer said as he was getting back up, Emilia saw him pull a knife out of the back pocket. Frantically she tried to crawl away, out of the alley but the second man stepped on her ankle. She was so close to the end of the alley, if only she could just crawl a bit more. Emilia rolled herself back onto her back, looking at the two bouncers.
Behind her a small click sound was heard. From the corner another person stepped out into the alley he held a long stick shaped device in his hand as he moved towards the two bouncers. “Let me give you both one chance. Let her go, say you're sorry give her all your money and I may not break every bone left in your pathetic body.” Emilia could never be more happy to hear Lysanuh’s voice. The first bouncer laughed, stepping off of Emilias ankle he charged at Dilgan. The man threw a wide hook that Lysanuh capitalized on by slamming his device down on the side of the man's knee. A loud scream came next and was quickly silenced as his baton slammed across his face. For the second bouncer he spit out some blood from his mouth and moved towards Dilgan ready to stab him with that knife. He thrusted and Dilgan sidestepped. Then the baton came crashing down on his arm, then his knees, then in the stomach and finally on his back. A swift kick to the face as well once the man tried to get up and he was down as well.
Emilia tried to get up but fell to the ground, her body hurt all over. Lysanuh came running over to help her get up. “Its alright...I can do it myself.” Emilia said weakly, blood came spitting out of her mouth as Dilgan helped her back into the car, only stopping to pick up the revolver. Once the two reached the car Emilia was beaten, the adrenaline had worn off and her body was making sure she knew it hurt. Dilgan only had just enough time to get her into the car before she passed out.
A bit of background info for those who may not know my character all that well. Emilia is an ex pilot who was in the same PMC as my dead character Seth Brose. Two were buddie buddies till Seth died. Emilia was also engaged to Dean Sinclair, he was a hitman/bounty hunter and was killed on a job leaving Emilia pregnant with a child. As muh as she may have loved Dean before, his constant lies and deceitful actions have grown here into a deep despise for him. Other than that...Emilia is your typical bad ass kinda gal. Different color hair every other week, will hit ya in the face before you know why. A amateur boxer. And mother of two kids.
So yah here we go.
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“You aren't really going to do this Emilia, are you?” Lysanuh said from the passenger seat of the car. His black trenchcoat covering most of his lower body, the straps also connected across his chest hiding his deep red t-shirt underneath. The woman in the driver seat looked over, her blue hair tied in a rushed ponytail draping over her right shoulder. Lysanuh simply sighed when she didn't answer. “Fine, you asked for this here you go. Dont forget to turn the safety off. ” his armed leaned across the car placing a bag onto Emilias lap. Turn the saftey off, she knew how to fire a gun. Light drizzle of rain slowly tapped on the top of the car. “How do you even know these are the guys that killed Dean?” He asked.
“I know alright.” She really didn't, Emilia knew that but wouldn't admit it to herself. Her arms reached into the bag, the first thing they touched inside was a small metal cylinder, Dilgan delivered she thought to herself before pulling the entire item out of the bag. Resting in the palm of her two hands was a twenty round revolver, it fired high concentrations of laser particles packed tightly into a cartridge. It would certainly do the job, seeing as these mobsters didn't use guns. This section of the city was filled with Corporate Police. Some of the gangs could move guns, but never out in the open it was too risky. “What if they get your gun out of your hand?” Dilgan asked from the side, his feet resting on the dashboard looking out at the rain.
“Then I take it back and beat the shit out of them, what is so hard to understand about this?” Emilia said back, almost acting as though Lysanuh should have already known the answer. The man simply looked at her from behind the sunglasses, she knew exactly what he was going to say and Emilia wasn't going to hear any of it. “Emilia, you just got out of the hospital four weeks ago, you cant beat anyone in a fight, I don't care if they are small gangbangers, they will kick your ass.” Emilia shot him a quick glance and opened the door of her car. She stepped out, tucking the revolver in the back of her jeans. Her leather jacket would cover most of it, but she made sure to pull the bottom of her green tanktop on top as well, just incase. Dilgan didn't get out of the car. “Good, he can stay in there I won't need him.” She thought to herself. A small raindrop hit the top of Emilias head, the club was too her back. Bright neon lights reflected off the rained on road. Two bouncers stood in the front, it was a quiet day for the club. Wednesdays didnt get that large of a crows.
Emilia had been doing a bit of investigation, this was the same club a few of Deans killers worked at, or at least she assumed they were. Didn't make much of a difference at this point, nobody would miss them. She started walking across the street, her eyes fixed on the two bouncers. About halfway across the street the two noticed her, she wasn't exactly being covert in her attentions and the two were already standing tall and ready to fight. When she finally got onto their side of the street Emilia brought her hand back onto the handle of the gun. The bouncer on her left stepped forward first, his mouth opened but before he could say anything Emilia pulled her gun.
“Dean Sinclair, know the name?” Emilia said as pointed the gun between the two men. She gave a quick motion to the side alley between buildings and they followed her orders, looking at her like she was crazy, maybe they were right. “You deaf mate? I asked you a question.” Both men looked at eachother then at her.
“I aint got the slightest idea what your talking about love, put the gun down. We don't want anyone to get hurt here alright.” They were lying, they had to be. Emilia was sure they were. On her left the bouncer in the dark blue shirt was laughing, “Been a long time since you held a gun aint it girl, you didn't turn the safety on” Emilias heart sank, he was right. Almost as quickly as she realized what went wrong a fist came flying at her face. The sound of metal hitting the ground echoed through the alleyway as the revolver rolled down. Emilias body hit the ground with less noise. The same bouncer that hit her pulled her up by the sides off the jacket. “You a pretty girl, I hate to mess up that face of yours.” He said with a small laugh to his growing smile. Emilia pulled her arms back, raising them up above his head before sending them crashing down on his head, cupping her hands around his ears the man stumbled back. Emilia got into her fighting stance, she took a few steps forward, back in range. She gave two quick jabs to the stomach before he sent a hook whirling at her head. A small lean to one side and the arm flew over her head, as she was getting up straight the next punch was already moving with her. Her fist hit him right in the jaw and bounced stumbled back again, this time falling over a trashcan left around.
Her arms still up Emilia turned to the second bouncer, the same one who pointed out her gun was still locked in safety. Punches came flying in her direction as she dodged and blocked four before slipping up and getting a kick in her ribs. Not used to fighting in such a long time, Emilias hands went down to hold her chest, two more hits to her face and she went stumbling back into the wall. She tried to move forward to get a better position but the bouncer grabbed her head and slammed it towards the wall, blood come pouring out of her mouth as she felt another punch in her chest, she tried to bend over in pain but the man still held her. He raised her up with his left hand and when Emilia tried to raise her arm to block she was greeted with another hook. Her body fell down onto the wet ground.
“I’m going to cut those fucking fingers off of you!” The first bouncer said as he was getting back up, Emilia saw him pull a knife out of the back pocket. Frantically she tried to crawl away, out of the alley but the second man stepped on her ankle. She was so close to the end of the alley, if only she could just crawl a bit more. Emilia rolled herself back onto her back, looking at the two bouncers.
Behind her a small click sound was heard. From the corner another person stepped out into the alley he held a long stick shaped device in his hand as he moved towards the two bouncers. “Let me give you both one chance. Let her go, say you're sorry give her all your money and I may not break every bone left in your pathetic body.” Emilia could never be more happy to hear Lysanuh’s voice. The first bouncer laughed, stepping off of Emilias ankle he charged at Dilgan. The man threw a wide hook that Lysanuh capitalized on by slamming his device down on the side of the man's knee. A loud scream came next and was quickly silenced as his baton slammed across his face. For the second bouncer he spit out some blood from his mouth and moved towards Dilgan ready to stab him with that knife. He thrusted and Dilgan sidestepped. Then the baton came crashing down on his arm, then his knees, then in the stomach and finally on his back. A swift kick to the face as well once the man tried to get up and he was down as well.
Emilia tried to get up but fell to the ground, her body hurt all over. Lysanuh came running over to help her get up. “Its alright...I can do it myself.” Emilia said weakly, blood came spitting out of her mouth as Dilgan helped her back into the car, only stopping to pick up the revolver. Once the two reached the car Emilia was beaten, the adrenaline had worn off and her body was making sure she knew it hurt. Dilgan only had just enough time to get her into the car before she passed out.
