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Post by Roman Sionis on Dec 25, 2013 15:31:56 GMT -6
 Now, this was certainly an unusual task that Black Mask had set forth to achieve. Who would have thought he would be spending his night, tracking some random person that had just happened to hack in to some very secure files. And what were those files? Ones regarding his company: Janus Cosmetics. Now, ordinarily that would not seem like such a great deal however it would become an issue if someone got in too deep and noticed all the 'off the record' purchases for chemicals and explosives. The company was after all where Roman got his supplies. It was convenient! And he did not want to have to alter the location of his operations. So, that was why he was paying this little hacker a visit. To see what she knew. Who she had told. And most importantly: who had hired her.
He was clad in his typical Black Mask disguise he wore when emerging under this alias. This consisted of a long black coat, a suit underneath, black gloves, a top hat (just because), and a tight fitted mask over his face and head (making him appear bald) with a thick layer of special black paint underneath that. Impossible to remove. Only he knew how. He made his way to her home. He had about three men with him, which was all he needed. Because more importantly, he had a gun in his hand, an extra one tucked away, and of course his men were armed and masked.
He stood outside her front door, knowing there was no point to knock for anyone who came to a person's house at this hour was clearly not going to be well received. Black Mask waited for one of his minions to kick open the door before he went inside. It didn't take too long to find her. He smiled as two men hurried toward her, each grabbing one of her arms. "Hello Darling," he greeted with a sinister smile. He was already thinking, and looking forward to, all the things he could and would do to her.
Tag Felicity
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Dec 26, 2013 17:10:55 GMT -6
She loved helping Oliver. She really did! But working all day then working all night meant Felicity was VERY tired at night sometimes. Tonight was really no exception. She had helped Oliver do his quick job tonight, and they called it an early night--yes, this was early for them. She crashed on her couch for a few mins, while letting the local news play about her boss and his sightings tonight.
She needed to get up and shower before bed. Soon. Maybe she could just shower in the morning? Maybe--the crash made her jump up, then down as she bent behind the couch. It wasn't the best hiding place because soon her little place was filled with men, and one of them called her Darling in a creepy tone.
And he wore that creepy mask. Black Mask. Felicity knew what this was about. She'd been caught. How? "Oh, no the Darlings live down the block." She stalled, trying to think of where they were going to take her and how to yell for help. "Wrong house." Oliver. She needed to some how call Oliver. Where was her phone? In her pocket! HER DRESS HAD POCKETS! This was suddenly an important feature that all her clothing should have!
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Post by Roman Sionis on Dec 29, 2013 22:32:48 GMT -6
Black Mask watched his men as they grabbed hold of the young woman. She seemed to think him a fool as she attempted to weasel her way out of this. Which, was unsuccessful. "Word of advice love," he began to tell her as he stepped closer to her. With her hands being restrained by two of his men, she was the definition of a damsel in distress, and Black Mask loved it. He pulled out a large dagger, inching it toward her face. "When you're being threatened by a group of armed men, don't insult their intelligence." Guns were so boring. One bullet and it could end a life. One could have so much more fun with daggers and knives and sharp objects. It wasn't about accuracy or shooting or loud noises. It was about drawing out the pain. So with that frame of mind, he moved the tip of the dagger under one of the frames of her glasses, so that the tip of it was right next to her eye: so close, that it was touching her eyelashes.
"It might make them angry," he added in a sinisterly taunting voice. "Or well, angrier," he corrected, grinning. Keeping the weapon in place, he looked around the apartment to see if there was anyone else they needed to deal with. But one of his men had cleared the area so they seemed good to go. "Now, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Black Mask, if you didn't already know by the rather evident attire I am dressed in." He knew she was well aware of who he was, and if she wasn't, then she was now. "And you are?" He kept the dagger near her eye, wanting to further intimidate her, show her that just by moving it an inch closer, he could pierce her eyeball. It wasn't an act enough to kill someone, which was why it was all the more enjoyable.
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