Post by ~*The Pride of Ireland*~ on Apr 11, 2007 13:32:42 GMT -5
Corporal Punishment is placed rather awkwardly in what would seem like a fancy 4 star restaurant. He is out of his cameo pants and shirts, and simply is still wearing his military hat with casual night on the town type of clothes. He seems to be enjoying a nice large hunk of steak, no less than 72 ounces. He seemed rather cheerful tonight despite his recent XVI losing streak. He had lost to Jordan Glass, the Xtreme Champ. So therefore, even if he ended up being Corporals true target, he had failed the mission. So either way, Ambassador Marcus would have to find another pawn to take down The Bullet Proof. Corporal Punishment was not his man.
But just as Corporal Punishment had begun to relax, he had heard a crash. He looked towards the front, where the bar was located, and smoke was quickly filtering from the room. Punishment stood up from his chair as he heard people screaming and trying to escape to the room he was in. Other people within the same room were looking at Corporal as if he could do something. What could he do exactly? More importantly, what the hell is going on?
Guards began pulling people back into the room, as the smoke was now enveloping the last of the restaurant. And the men in black were back again as they stormed into the room and kicked down tables of food before quickly advancing on the Corporal. He quickly booted one of them, not willing to become tied down again in a position of helplessness. He cracked the second in the face as the other one went flying through a table. And spun around to give him a backhand to knock the second man down. Sure enough, Ambassador Marcus arrived from the smoke filled room. After the smoke bombs clouds fully covered the room. Marcus had a sour look on his face as always. But the Corporal wasn’t going to be pushed around tonight. Tonight, Marcus would answer to his terms.
Corporal Punishment: Alright Marcus, what do you want?! I did what you asked me to and failed. You have no purpose for me anymore!
But Marcus simply shook his head and remained silent, when the first guard had come from behind him and subdued the Corporal once again with a strong tazer shot. And with that more guards filed in and began to carry the Corporal away. Into the smoke.
Scene Two
Once again, Corporal Punishment finds himself becoming a glutton for punishment itself. He was being hanged by his wrists from a ceiling. With various guards repeatedly taking pot shots at him with their own fists. Each strike becoming more painful as they get back in line for the torture. Ambassador Marcus steps out from the shadows.
Ambassador Marcus: Ignacious….why must you be such a failure to me? You failed to eliminate Jordan Glass. But luckily for you I am a very forgiving person. For you see, your real target has been revealed. Prozac. The man is a danger to our operations solely on the facts that he is a cancer. If you allow his influence to spread throughout XVI, then there will be no way to keep civility on XVI, or America for that matter. We are doing more complete research on his character and what ties he may have to the military. But for now, your mission is clear. Neutralize the influence of the Meds. Do this, and do this quickly, or you may have to answer to even further punishment for your incompetence. Understand?
Corporal Punishment slowly lifts his head. Blood encrusting over his eyes, bruises and cuts very visible on his shaved head. He spits blood towards the direction of Ambassador Marcus.
Corporal Punishment: Go to hell Marcus. When I am done with the Meds you better be watching your back. Or I will show you what’s real!
Marcus looks unimpressed at the signs of disrespect from Ignacious. And gives a hand signal to a rather large guard and he swiftly delivers a strike to the side of the Corporal, a crack is felt from his rib cage. As the Corporal groans in pain, and passes out, as the Ambassador makes his leave.
Marcus: By the way Mr. Freely, Dismissed.
But just as Corporal Punishment had begun to relax, he had heard a crash. He looked towards the front, where the bar was located, and smoke was quickly filtering from the room. Punishment stood up from his chair as he heard people screaming and trying to escape to the room he was in. Other people within the same room were looking at Corporal as if he could do something. What could he do exactly? More importantly, what the hell is going on?
Guards began pulling people back into the room, as the smoke was now enveloping the last of the restaurant. And the men in black were back again as they stormed into the room and kicked down tables of food before quickly advancing on the Corporal. He quickly booted one of them, not willing to become tied down again in a position of helplessness. He cracked the second in the face as the other one went flying through a table. And spun around to give him a backhand to knock the second man down. Sure enough, Ambassador Marcus arrived from the smoke filled room. After the smoke bombs clouds fully covered the room. Marcus had a sour look on his face as always. But the Corporal wasn’t going to be pushed around tonight. Tonight, Marcus would answer to his terms.
Corporal Punishment: Alright Marcus, what do you want?! I did what you asked me to and failed. You have no purpose for me anymore!
But Marcus simply shook his head and remained silent, when the first guard had come from behind him and subdued the Corporal once again with a strong tazer shot. And with that more guards filed in and began to carry the Corporal away. Into the smoke.
Scene Two
Once again, Corporal Punishment finds himself becoming a glutton for punishment itself. He was being hanged by his wrists from a ceiling. With various guards repeatedly taking pot shots at him with their own fists. Each strike becoming more painful as they get back in line for the torture. Ambassador Marcus steps out from the shadows.
Ambassador Marcus: Ignacious….why must you be such a failure to me? You failed to eliminate Jordan Glass. But luckily for you I am a very forgiving person. For you see, your real target has been revealed. Prozac. The man is a danger to our operations solely on the facts that he is a cancer. If you allow his influence to spread throughout XVI, then there will be no way to keep civility on XVI, or America for that matter. We are doing more complete research on his character and what ties he may have to the military. But for now, your mission is clear. Neutralize the influence of the Meds. Do this, and do this quickly, or you may have to answer to even further punishment for your incompetence. Understand?
Corporal Punishment slowly lifts his head. Blood encrusting over his eyes, bruises and cuts very visible on his shaved head. He spits blood towards the direction of Ambassador Marcus.
Corporal Punishment: Go to hell Marcus. When I am done with the Meds you better be watching your back. Or I will show you what’s real!
Marcus looks unimpressed at the signs of disrespect from Ignacious. And gives a hand signal to a rather large guard and he swiftly delivers a strike to the side of the Corporal, a crack is felt from his rib cage. As the Corporal groans in pain, and passes out, as the Ambassador makes his leave.
Marcus: By the way Mr. Freely, Dismissed.
