by Toneh on Sat Aug 15, 2009 11:06 am
Ira’s gaze had settled on to the open door way, his single eye now had a heavy dark circle under it, and his normally olive toned skin was now pale as a ghost. He made no resistance to Mathilda as she reached out and touched him, nor did he even really flinch when she decided to chide him for what had happened. The only thing that really concerned him was the fact that ANC soldiers were out side pretty much raping this village, and he wanted to know why.
A plume of blue smoke was exhaled into Mathilda’s face, and before she could mutter an objection, a pair of fingers was offering the rolled up cigarette to her. Once she took it, Ira would reach down to his belt and unfasten his medical bag from his belt, and bring it up to the table, dropping it in front of him. “Yea.” He said in response to the fact that his leg had to come off. Reaching over to his right leg, he would unfasten a button strap, and with draw a rather well cared for Machete, this too was soon dropped on to the table next to Mathilda.
Ira did his best to stretch out his left leg, turning his body from under the table, and straightening his knee out. AT the bottom of his shin bone, was the crack in his armor. Blood was soaking the boot, and muscle tissue was chunked all about the get up. In fact all that was really keeping the leg connected to his body was the fibers and plates from his combat armor.
“Do you…remember when I first found you?” It was would be at this point that Mathilda would do well to be some what alarmed, it was not the question Ira had asked, nor was it the fact that he just handed her his medical bag and Machete. It was the fact that when he made his inquiry to her, he smiled, not a fake, forced smile, but rather a warm, though small, welcoming smile. It must have been the drugs talking.
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(Scene One)
The villagers were for the most part herded into the central Town, with one of them demanding to see the Leader of this group of Soldiers.
One of the black armored looked at Gabriel and immediately began walking up to him. It was a fast walk, and he began nodding his head as the man spoke, then in the blink of an eye sent the butt of his rifle flying into the Man’s jaw. “SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DO WHAT WE TOLD YOU!” He roared as he would send a steel toed kick into Gabe’s chest. “NOW FALL IN WITH THE OTHERS!” He said as a gloved hand would reach down and grab Gabriel by the tuft of his hair, and drag him up off of the ground and started force walking him into the crowd.
It was at this point that a rather petit figure had calmly exited the menacing APC that was looming over the frightened villagers. She wore armor like the other troops, but she did not wield their impressive weaponry, she had a pistol resting against her right thigh. But her face was not covered with the breather mask, or the bulky helmet, rather she had one a simple soft cap, that had a pair of thick blue bars sewn into it.
Her face was not young, but it was not mottled, and lovely would have been the word to describe her, were it not for the smug smile she had on her face as she let her men joyfully do their jobs. You could here shrieks, squeals, and yelps as the Soldiers walked around the group. Punches were thrown, slaps were handed out. One of the men jerked a baby from the arms of its mother and throw it into the street.
The woman, drew her pistol, aimed it and fired. All that was left of the baby was a crudely made blanket and a corpse that lay lifeless. The towns folk all jumped and screamed
“Now that we have your attention, I believe some introductions are in order. Who exactly are you people?” Her voice was smooth, almost seductive, and it certainly commanded power. She paused, and turned her head catching a glimpse of Aaron as she passed in between a building. “Stop her, GET THAT WOMAN!” She snarled as she instinctively aimed her weapon at the back of a frightened young boy’s head. She did not need to say it, but if anybody moved she would shoot the child who was huddling into his mother’s bosom.
Two of the soldier’s broke away from the main group and moved to Intercept Aaron. They walked “Put you hands up outsider!” The first one shouted. His voice was all business, very gruff, but clearly controled
“Fuck that.” The other one said. “I hope she fucking resists!” He sneered as he raised his carbine and aimed it at her. “Look at those tits!” He said loudly as he eyed her up.