Eve is walking down the sidewalk of a city next to a man. His fashion would look formal if not for his green hair. Oddly, no one seems to find his hair color strange, especially not Eve who is rather out of her depth at the moment. Despite him being virtually a stranger, she follows the man with no fear.
"What are we doing?" she asks. The man looks over at her, trying to look cool and calm in front of who he assumes is a frightened kid. He lifts up a cigarette and brings it to his lips as he thinks.
"Let's see... We'll try walking around for a bit, but if there's no scenery that you recognize, we'll have to leave it to the police. I don't have that much time to spare."
"Police?"
"Yeah. Although personally, I don't much like going there..."
Eve cuts him off, suddenly looking much more nervous than before. "My uncle said the police are enemies..."
"Your uncle?" the man asks, clearly meaning to inquire more. However, a car suddenly comes to a screeching stop not far in front on them. Two tough men in black suits and sunglasses come out of the front and open the car door, muttering to the man inside. Out steps an old man with a scar on his forehead, expensive fur-lined suit, and a mean look on his face: Torneo. Recognition lights up on Eve's face before Torneo even spots her.
The distraction is enough that she doesn't notice the man next to her tensing up until he pulls out a gun and points it in Torneo's direction. "Don't move Torneo!" he shouts. "I'm a sweeper. I'm taking you in!"
Eve's eyes widen in shock. She had no idea that the man who had been so kind to her was a sweeper: an enemy of her uncle. Torneo laughs though, undaunted by the danger. “A sweeper, eh? Do you think you’re the first who’s come after me?” His month curls into a nasty grin before barking an order.
"Kill him, Eve."
"Wha...?" the sweeper starts, surprised, but it’s already too late. In a flash, Eve's arm elongates into a crude blade, and she rams it into his abdomen. Slowly, she lifts her head to meet his shocked gaze. Tears roll down her almost stoic face. Eve pulls away and is immediately shepherd into the car behind Torneo. However, she takes one last glance behind her at the bleeding man before the car door shuts.
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For Steve Rogers, Open
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Date: 2015-05-20 02:46 am (UTC)"What are we doing?" she asks. The man looks over at her, trying to look cool and calm in front of who he assumes is a frightened kid. He lifts up a cigarette and brings it to his lips as he thinks.
"Let's see... We'll try walking around for a bit, but if there's no scenery that you recognize, we'll have to leave it to the police. I don't have that much time to spare."
"Police?"
"Yeah. Although personally, I don't much like going there..."
Eve cuts him off, suddenly looking much more nervous than before. "My uncle said the police are enemies..."
"Your uncle?" the man asks, clearly meaning to inquire more. However, a car suddenly comes to a screeching stop not far in front on them. Two tough men in black suits and sunglasses come out of the front and open the car door, muttering to the man inside. Out steps an old man with a scar on his forehead, expensive fur-lined suit, and a mean look on his face: Torneo. Recognition lights up on Eve's face before Torneo even spots her.
The distraction is enough that she doesn't notice the man next to her tensing up until he pulls out a gun and points it in Torneo's direction. "Don't move Torneo!" he shouts. "I'm a sweeper. I'm taking you in!"
Eve's eyes widen in shock. She had no idea that the man who had been so kind to her was a sweeper: an enemy of her uncle. Torneo laughs though, undaunted by the danger. “A sweeper, eh? Do you think you’re the first who’s come after me?” His month curls into a nasty grin before barking an order.
"Kill him, Eve."
"Wha...?" the sweeper starts, surprised, but it’s already too late. In a flash, Eve's arm elongates into a crude blade, and she rams it into his abdomen. Slowly, she lifts her head to meet his shocked gaze. Tears roll down her almost stoic face. Eve pulls away and is immediately shepherd into the car behind Torneo. However, she takes one last glance behind her at the bleeding man before the car door shuts.