Post by The Greater Evil on Sept 5, 2009 19:03:04 GMT -5
Guard: I’m sorry Gentlemen; Ms. Levene has forbidden anyone from entering the room to see Mr. Robb.
The two men look at the Security “Officer” and his outstretched arm and raised hand, only pausing for a moment before simultaneously rolling their eyes and laughing at him. The Guard responds to this disrespectful behavior with an annoyed frown and by dropping his hand to his waist, where his stun weapon is resting in its holster. The two men watch this, but don’t seem at all phased by it. In point of fact they seem rather entertained. This causes the expression on the face of the Guard to darken noticeably. He takes a breath for a moment before addressing his current tormentors, his voice deeper than it had originally been as he attempts to inject a tone of “authority” to his voice.
Guard: I’m sorry you find this so entertaining, but you still can’t go in. Not even his wife and children are allowed to see him. This is on the orders of Ms. Levene herself.
Again the two men respond by laughing in amusement at the Guard. The taller of the two, a giant of a man, looks down at the Guard and shakes his head from side to side before addressing him. His voice is deep, strong and assertive and not because he’s trying to force it to sound that way.
M1: Listen bub…we really don’t care what that crusty old hag has told you. Her “orders” don’t mean shit to either of us…in fact we find them to be only slightly more laughable than yours…
The Guard frown deepens again and he unclips the stun weapon but does not remove it from his side. The shorter of the two men, who is himself a rather large and stocky individual, holds out a hand in a conciliatory gesture. His voice is also deep and self assured.
M2: What my friend here is trying to say is that regardless of what Ms. Levene told you to do and not to, the fact remains that we have a deeper responsibility than what she thinks and wants. We have no desire to make you look bad or foolish at what you do. With that said, we also have absolutely no intention to paying any attention to your or her “orders” either. It’s simply out of the question.
A momentary look of confusion flashes across the Guards face as his brain processes what he’s being told by the two men who are substantially larger than him physically; after a few seconds of tossing this new information around inside his likely less than adequate brain he reverts back to his programmed response.
Guard: As I said gentlemen, neither of you is going near that room…Ms. Levene’s orders.
The two men shake their head in mock frustration before the taller one leans over and glowers down at the Guard. The slightly shorter one places his hand to his forehead and shakes his head.
M1: I’m going to say this one more time and then I’m going to stop talking and things are going to get very unpleasant for you very quickly.
The second man removes his hand from his face and looks down at the Guard, staring him straight in the face.
M2: What my friend here is trying to say is that we understand your situation. You’ve been paid to make sure no one gets into that room to see our friend. Now, Ms. Levene didn’t clear this with anyone, not even his wife, before banishing us all from his room. My friend and I are here for her. We’re not here for you and not for that disagreeable old hag who thinks that she’s in charge of his life right now. She may be well intentioned in barring any and all from his room…but I assure you that if Salem or anyone else from that menagerie of remedial school mental deficients comes up here to finish the job that not only will you not be able to stop them…but you won’t get a chance to stop them. They will tear through you and the rest of your “Security” team as if you’re made of rice paper. I assure you that my friend and I can stop them…you are making our mission to protect him from them that much harder.
Once again the Guard balks at the two of them, not knowing what to say. The second man of the two takes a short breath before putting a hand on his shoulder and leaning down so they’re looking at each other face to face…even if the larger man is physically looking down at him.
M2: Let me make this even simpler for you. While Ms. Levene may claim to represent GIW I will assure you here that my friend and I do represent Elite Enterprises. What that means for you is that I need only place a simple phone call and our friends will call the most powerful men in this hospital, pull a few strings and have this entire Security outfit that you work force fired in less than an hour and a half. Regardless of what Levene and her corporate monkeys at GIW tell you, or more appropriately your bosses since you are merely a peon and a cog in this broken machine, none of you is immune to the power that we can bring into play if things are not done as we wish. Not only can we assure that you will never work in this hospital for as long as you live…but we will ensure that you never work anywhere in this entire seaboard again…and neither will your family or anyone who’s even known to associate with you for the smallest reason. We will ruin you and you will be powerless to avoid it, let alone fight it…
He straightens back up and adjusts his suit jacket before placing his arms behind his back. The Guard stands there looking at him, totally unsure of what to do. After a few moments of looking from one man to the other he raises his radio and places the necessary call.
Meanwhile…
The tunnel is dark, dank and foreboding and to most men the simple all encompassing and seemingly endless shadows and engulfing darkness would be deterrent enough. In addition to this it almost seems as if the darkness swallows all but the most pronounced sounds as well, snuffing them out before they ever get an opportunity to ricochet off of the concrete walls. Even more disturbing are the stories that tell of the unshakable feeling that you are always being watched, as if unseen eyes are always sizing you up for something like an unblinking predator. None of this seems to deter the man in the tunnel though, his path continues on as if he was born of such darkness and in such inky blackness he is truly at home…the king predator of the food chain…the Beast that even the monsters who thrive in such darkness would not dare to gaze upon disrespectfully, let alone attack.
He treads this seemingly unnatural darkness, clearly on the hunt for something…although that something is unclear. His stride is purposeful and determined, his body language warning anyone near him against attacking him while also almost daring them to do so. He is a man on a mission and it is clear that in no way will he permit that mission to be interrupted by anything or anyone. Even the appearance of the long metallic snakes that dash through the tunnels at breakneck speed fail to in any small manner seriously impede his progress. He merely assimilates with the shadows, disappearing from the view of all, whether indigenous to the environment or passing through it. As he steps over one track set after another he moves deeper into the underground, deeper into the maw of darkness and steadily closer to his target. As he does this his eyes move steadily from side to side, scanning the terrain around him and sending menacing and malicious glares towards any denizen of the dank and threatening environment who even shows the smallest inclination towards accosting him in any way at all. It’s clear to all of them that whatever darkness and evil they may see in the upper floors of hell; that he’s seen worse and very likely done worse. This seems to be enough to keep him from being bothered.
He makes a change of direction, or at least it looks that way as the angle of his body changes before his steady cadence returns. He passes through what seems to be the opening of a door, or at least what used to be a door. In the inky blackness it’s impossible to see more than the outline of the structure that he walks through. Rats scowl up at him menacingly but scuttle off and disappear after he gazes down at them…even the famed New York City tunnel Rat, a creature known for its ill temperedness and combativeness, especially in its own environment, understands that it is best for it to give this man his space. He walks for what seems like a mind twisting eternity before a solitary figure comes shambling out of the darkness, suddenly appearing like a specter in the ethereal black. The other person appears to be a male, although his eyes have an almost red looking hue to them. His skin is extremely pale and his gait is a borderline shuffle, as if one leg isn’t quite as functional the other one. He shuffles up to the man and takes a short bow, getting a simple head nod in return. He stands a few moments and sizes the man up, his gaze telling the obvious tale that this visitor to his domain is expected. Finally he speaks, his voice little more than a quiet hiss in the darkness.
M: My master will see you…follow me.
Once again the man declines his head in a short nod of understanding before waiting for the tunnel crawler to turn and shuffle back towards whence he came. The man waits a moment and then follows him into the darkness, only appearing for a few short moments before the shadows within shadows swallow him hole and only the suffocating darkness remains.
The two men look at the Security “Officer” and his outstretched arm and raised hand, only pausing for a moment before simultaneously rolling their eyes and laughing at him. The Guard responds to this disrespectful behavior with an annoyed frown and by dropping his hand to his waist, where his stun weapon is resting in its holster. The two men watch this, but don’t seem at all phased by it. In point of fact they seem rather entertained. This causes the expression on the face of the Guard to darken noticeably. He takes a breath for a moment before addressing his current tormentors, his voice deeper than it had originally been as he attempts to inject a tone of “authority” to his voice.
Guard: I’m sorry you find this so entertaining, but you still can’t go in. Not even his wife and children are allowed to see him. This is on the orders of Ms. Levene herself.
Again the two men respond by laughing in amusement at the Guard. The taller of the two, a giant of a man, looks down at the Guard and shakes his head from side to side before addressing him. His voice is deep, strong and assertive and not because he’s trying to force it to sound that way.
M1: Listen bub…we really don’t care what that crusty old hag has told you. Her “orders” don’t mean shit to either of us…in fact we find them to be only slightly more laughable than yours…
The Guard frown deepens again and he unclips the stun weapon but does not remove it from his side. The shorter of the two men, who is himself a rather large and stocky individual, holds out a hand in a conciliatory gesture. His voice is also deep and self assured.
M2: What my friend here is trying to say is that regardless of what Ms. Levene told you to do and not to, the fact remains that we have a deeper responsibility than what she thinks and wants. We have no desire to make you look bad or foolish at what you do. With that said, we also have absolutely no intention to paying any attention to your or her “orders” either. It’s simply out of the question.
A momentary look of confusion flashes across the Guards face as his brain processes what he’s being told by the two men who are substantially larger than him physically; after a few seconds of tossing this new information around inside his likely less than adequate brain he reverts back to his programmed response.
Guard: As I said gentlemen, neither of you is going near that room…Ms. Levene’s orders.
The two men shake their head in mock frustration before the taller one leans over and glowers down at the Guard. The slightly shorter one places his hand to his forehead and shakes his head.
M1: I’m going to say this one more time and then I’m going to stop talking and things are going to get very unpleasant for you very quickly.
The second man removes his hand from his face and looks down at the Guard, staring him straight in the face.
M2: What my friend here is trying to say is that we understand your situation. You’ve been paid to make sure no one gets into that room to see our friend. Now, Ms. Levene didn’t clear this with anyone, not even his wife, before banishing us all from his room. My friend and I are here for her. We’re not here for you and not for that disagreeable old hag who thinks that she’s in charge of his life right now. She may be well intentioned in barring any and all from his room…but I assure you that if Salem or anyone else from that menagerie of remedial school mental deficients comes up here to finish the job that not only will you not be able to stop them…but you won’t get a chance to stop them. They will tear through you and the rest of your “Security” team as if you’re made of rice paper. I assure you that my friend and I can stop them…you are making our mission to protect him from them that much harder.
Once again the Guard balks at the two of them, not knowing what to say. The second man of the two takes a short breath before putting a hand on his shoulder and leaning down so they’re looking at each other face to face…even if the larger man is physically looking down at him.
M2: Let me make this even simpler for you. While Ms. Levene may claim to represent GIW I will assure you here that my friend and I do represent Elite Enterprises. What that means for you is that I need only place a simple phone call and our friends will call the most powerful men in this hospital, pull a few strings and have this entire Security outfit that you work force fired in less than an hour and a half. Regardless of what Levene and her corporate monkeys at GIW tell you, or more appropriately your bosses since you are merely a peon and a cog in this broken machine, none of you is immune to the power that we can bring into play if things are not done as we wish. Not only can we assure that you will never work in this hospital for as long as you live…but we will ensure that you never work anywhere in this entire seaboard again…and neither will your family or anyone who’s even known to associate with you for the smallest reason. We will ruin you and you will be powerless to avoid it, let alone fight it…
He straightens back up and adjusts his suit jacket before placing his arms behind his back. The Guard stands there looking at him, totally unsure of what to do. After a few moments of looking from one man to the other he raises his radio and places the necessary call.
Meanwhile…
The tunnel is dark, dank and foreboding and to most men the simple all encompassing and seemingly endless shadows and engulfing darkness would be deterrent enough. In addition to this it almost seems as if the darkness swallows all but the most pronounced sounds as well, snuffing them out before they ever get an opportunity to ricochet off of the concrete walls. Even more disturbing are the stories that tell of the unshakable feeling that you are always being watched, as if unseen eyes are always sizing you up for something like an unblinking predator. None of this seems to deter the man in the tunnel though, his path continues on as if he was born of such darkness and in such inky blackness he is truly at home…the king predator of the food chain…the Beast that even the monsters who thrive in such darkness would not dare to gaze upon disrespectfully, let alone attack.
He treads this seemingly unnatural darkness, clearly on the hunt for something…although that something is unclear. His stride is purposeful and determined, his body language warning anyone near him against attacking him while also almost daring them to do so. He is a man on a mission and it is clear that in no way will he permit that mission to be interrupted by anything or anyone. Even the appearance of the long metallic snakes that dash through the tunnels at breakneck speed fail to in any small manner seriously impede his progress. He merely assimilates with the shadows, disappearing from the view of all, whether indigenous to the environment or passing through it. As he steps over one track set after another he moves deeper into the underground, deeper into the maw of darkness and steadily closer to his target. As he does this his eyes move steadily from side to side, scanning the terrain around him and sending menacing and malicious glares towards any denizen of the dank and threatening environment who even shows the smallest inclination towards accosting him in any way at all. It’s clear to all of them that whatever darkness and evil they may see in the upper floors of hell; that he’s seen worse and very likely done worse. This seems to be enough to keep him from being bothered.
He makes a change of direction, or at least it looks that way as the angle of his body changes before his steady cadence returns. He passes through what seems to be the opening of a door, or at least what used to be a door. In the inky blackness it’s impossible to see more than the outline of the structure that he walks through. Rats scowl up at him menacingly but scuttle off and disappear after he gazes down at them…even the famed New York City tunnel Rat, a creature known for its ill temperedness and combativeness, especially in its own environment, understands that it is best for it to give this man his space. He walks for what seems like a mind twisting eternity before a solitary figure comes shambling out of the darkness, suddenly appearing like a specter in the ethereal black. The other person appears to be a male, although his eyes have an almost red looking hue to them. His skin is extremely pale and his gait is a borderline shuffle, as if one leg isn’t quite as functional the other one. He shuffles up to the man and takes a short bow, getting a simple head nod in return. He stands a few moments and sizes the man up, his gaze telling the obvious tale that this visitor to his domain is expected. Finally he speaks, his voice little more than a quiet hiss in the darkness.
M: My master will see you…follow me.
Once again the man declines his head in a short nod of understanding before waiting for the tunnel crawler to turn and shuffle back towards whence he came. The man waits a moment and then follows him into the darkness, only appearing for a few short moments before the shadows within shadows swallow him hole and only the suffocating darkness remains.