Day breaks in the Frontroom. All is quiet. Nature itself, perhaps disturbed by all of the attacks on the village in the past days, seemed to be unsettled. The birds-
Oh, screw the birds.
Crazed Rabbit was hiding out on a small farm on the outskirts of town. He had picked it specifically because of its size, obscurity, and distance away from downtown, where the previous day's villains had shown themselves. Rabbit knew he would be isolated, but didn't care that much. The Chief of Police always found a way to summon everybody, no matter where they were hidden.
He was currently located not in the farmhouse, but in the empty barn nearby. With daylight poking through the cracks, Rabbit decided to explore the vast space and search for hiding places. Aside from a couple of stables, there really weren't many features at all aside from the usual hay littering the floor.
"Peasant Phill wuz here" was scratched into one of the many slats of wood.
The total silence of the place was both overwhelming and comforting. For better or for worse, Rabbit knew that he was completely alone. Yes, there was no mafioso, but there was also no help, no rescue. He was on his own.
Several hours passed by, with the barn heating up by the minute. It would be a scorcher today, and Rabbit, used to blasting the air conditioning in his comfortable house, just couldn't fight through it. At a bit before noon, he opened the barn door and stepped out into the air.
Immediately, a man nearby, holding a hoe, turned. Despite his location, the farm tool was the one thing that looked out of place, for the man was dressed in a trenchcoat and fedora and smoking what looked to be a Cuban cigar. Rabbit couldn't understand how this man could stomach the heat.
The well-dressed man waved at Rabbit, gently setting the hoe aside and making his way towards the other person.
"Morning!" he said cheerily. "It's certainly a hot one, but it's still a beautiful day!"
Rabbit was not convinced, the sense of dread passing over him. "What are you doing here?"
The man looked taken aback. "What do you mean what am I doing here?" he said. "This is my farm! I could ask the same thing about you!"
"This farm was abandoned. Nice try, mafioso."
Smoked out, the mafioso fumbled around for a second. Only a second. "Uh, um..." he said, bending down. In a flash, his revolver was out and firing; Crazed Rabbit went down screaming. Both of his kneecaps had been hit. He was effectively paralyzed.
Rabbit was prepared to take the finishing blow. Instead, he creaned his neck around and watched as the mafioso walked into the barn, whistling a merry tune. Opening a secret compartment, the mafioso rummaged around until he found what he wanted and walked out, still humming the same tune.
As the mafioso approached closer and closer, Rabbit could read what he was carrying; it was a container of some sort with the letters "PETROL" stamped on it.
Being unable to get away, Crazed Rabbit could only watch and feel the wetness as the mafioso emptied the contents on the container onto him. Once it was done to suffiency, the mafioso stepped back (way back) and flicked the still-lit cigar onto his victim.
It was over extremely quick.
woad&fangs had a similar approach to surviving any contact with persons of questionable affiliation, although it was a variation on the theme. Instead of opting for solitude, W&F had instead chosen security, fortifying his own house to the point where it resembled an army checkpoint more than a domestic dwelling.
Like any smart citizen, he had his plan mapped out. Around the full perimeter of his property (and extending a bit off it, in case anybody wanted to try a drive-by grenading) was a series of invisible lasers. If the connection was tripped, an alarm would go off in woad's house, alerting him first that the connection had indeed been tripped and then what sector it had been tripped in. Depending on this second piece of information, woad would make a quick exit off his property in the direction away from the alarm tripper, while his defense system activated, pinning down would-be attackers with machine gun fire from multiple directions.
"In case of mafioso, always have an escape plan," woad muttered to himself, paraphrasing the popular maxim regarding fire safety. "God, what a mess this town is. If we had a better police force then we wouldn't need to worry about-"
WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP
The alarm sounded, cutting off woad's soliloquy. He checked the details: The alarm had been tripped in the front of the house, which also happened to be the most heavily-fortified. Peeking at his front windows to make sure there wasn't a false alarm, he saw a dark figure carrying what was definitely a weapon.
Time to get out. W&F would go the back way, an added bonus to having the attacker approach from the front, because immediately behind his house there were woods. It was perfect cover to have him disappear for a while whilst the mafioso would have to answer the deadly crossfire from the five machine guns tasked to defend that particular side of his house.
He burst out the door and sprinted through the woods, tripping his own alarm (but the guns wouldn't fire; he had programmed that in)... and stopping dead as a figure holding a shotgun, right outside the laser line, was waiting for him.
"How... what... how?" woad stammered in disbelief.
"Depardmed store dubby", the man said nasally. It appeared that his nose had recently been broken. Without any more words, he pointed the shotgun at his shocked victim and pulled the trigger.
"What a waste of weapodry," the man said to himself and walked away.
Later that day, Chief of Police Beirut had the remaining villagers gathered in the town square in order to make an announcement.
"Gentlemen," he began, "We all know why we're here, so let's get this over with. Get voting!"
~~~~~~~~~~~
Still alive: (27)
Ichigo
RoadKill
TinCow
shlin28
makaikhaan
Sasaki Kojiro
Sigurd Fafnesbane
Caius
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Sarathos
Mithrandir
Beefy187
Tiberius of the Drake
KukriKhan
|Sith|R|AntiWarmanCake88
Fenring
Lord Winter
CountArach
Kommodus
Rythmic
Seamus Fermanagh
Quintus.J.Cicero
Kagemusha
georgeman51
discovery1
FactionHeir
Joe Monks
Killed:
Tratorix
Omanes Alexandrapolites
Andres
Craterus
LittleGrizzly
TevashSzat
Crazed Rabbit
woad&fangs
Executed:
Privateerkev
Elite Ferret
peverpink
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