The Contract

[dementedmongoose]

Ivan Morskalov hated flying, he hated it with an unbridled passion. He wasn't afraid, he just never had the luck to be sitting down when it came time to land, and always wound up hurting something he didn't want to hurt. This time he happened to be highly engaged in the bathroom, and his inabilty to move from from his seat proved his luck was ridiculous when the pilot announced they were landing. About fifteen minutes later, he was nursing an injured skull. Suddenly Ivan felt like someone was watching him. Spinning around, Ivan was greeted by a massive Aryan. "Mr. Morskalov, I'm so glad you could make it. Now, nobody here knows who you are, so I need you to pretend you work on the ship. There's an opening in the engine room especially for you. You'll be briefed when the rest of the team arrives at 0300 hours. Here's the location of the barrack where you're staying." Before Ivan could even ask a single question, the Aryan had walked off with hardly a sound. "Well, may as well make the best of it."

[Mr.McSpiff]

(Okay. I have no clue where to start off, so I'll introduce myself when you meet up with the rest of the team (aka me and theguy with the Tucker pic so far)

[Selfish]

The cart had three wheels that wanted to work in perfect tandem, to glide effortlessly over the tarmac/cement flooring. Every wheel was well greased, aligned, in perfect harmony. They sung to each other in whispered tones, their own tongue of rubber on hard surfaces.

Then there was the *other* one. The one that refused all assistance, the one wheel that wanted to do things its way. This free agent was still tied to the cart, like a prisoner, yet yearned to break free.

It was this wheel that screeched its protest now as Anika shoved the cart ruthlessly towards the ship. Stupid wheel. Going sideways when all the others were facing their destiny would only make it flat and worthless.
Its life shortened, Anika motioned to one of the workers to rip it off and throw it in the ashbin. With steel eyes, she ripped her bags off the cart, and loaded them onto the plane.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! They were all stupid! The last thing she wanted to do was leave her very comfortable home, parents and well, potential beau.
Curse the day that they had discovered her talent, her intellect, her specialty, and had perfected upon its rich and raw talent.

She grasped suddenly onto a hand rail, with premonitions of adventure. Damned them all to eternal and frozen hells!

She had been sent; her equipment and clothing also. There would be no rest for her, not one little minute, until this little misadventure would be over.

(Hello! I`m very much intrigued with your opening. Hope you don`t mind me joining with Anika!)
--edit--((Ok. I`m signed up now, thank you Mesden. I`m hoping that we will be able to have this thread continue, as it looks like an uberkewl concept, and I haven`t rp`d in like, forever.))

[Mesden]

((Hello to you too! First thing's first, welcome to the forums. Secondly, I believe this thread is no longer active, as only one sign upee ever posted and this would be sub necrothreading, which isn't THAT bad for RPs, but it is givent that you never entered the sign up thread which would be found in the RP Discussions and Sign Up Forum.

You seem fine, other than that, but next time, remember to sign up for the game or get GM approval before posting!))

[dementedmongoose]

[I'm bringing it out of the coma. Sorry people, my internet was cut off.]

Ivan stood, waiting for the other planes to arrive. As Robert and Anika's plane arrived, Ivan walked up to them as they disembarked, trying not to slip and tell them that he knew they were assassins hired to do the same job as him. "You two, you vurk vis me. You are Mr. Robert Doe, yes? You are definitely Ms. Anika Rous. You are only new voman on crew. You both vurk for me first, and vurk for ze captain second. I am Ivan. You call me Sir. If you Americans do not like my attority, zen you should get back on zee plane in five, four, sree, two, vun. Too late, plane already gone. If you embarrass me in ze engeen room, I kill you vis my bare hands, and svab ze deck vis your bloot. I learn to fight during ze reign of Chernenko. Ve din't just fight, ve disappeart people. Captain demand all new crewmens meets him at 0300. You go to barrack Echo, pick bunk. Do not pick bed without top bunk, that bed go to barrack leader. Now, you mingle with each other, pass word on to new crewmen."

[Selfish]

The orders had been given. This brute of a man - and were there any men alive that weren`t, really - was being deadly serious when he had barked out them, too. He would pick her up like a rag doll and choke the life out of her, if she dared disobey or give his identity away.

Glancing down at her calves, making sure that the seam of her nylons lined up perfectly alongside each other, she plucked one of them to the right, making it parellel. Then she brushed off some invisible dust on her skirt, before assessing the shaved monkey before her.

He was tall, she`d grant him that, and even through his obtuse coat his muscles were known. Briefly glancing at his face gave her an odd feeling, as if something was not ...quite... right, but she brushed that thought aside.

Of course something was not quite right... he was yet another in a long line of blockheaded, grouchy, insensitive, heavy-handed, penis-wielding dolts that had ordered her around. Apparently, if a man spoke a kind or considerate word, or even in a manner that carried forth any form of gentleness, then he would explode in a fine mist of apoplectic shock.

Anika looked away to roll her eyes, so that the hamfisted hunk of testosterone-addled meat wouldn`t see. He didn`t look like the kind that would stop his clenched hand from finding the time to slug a body, even one so fragile as hers appeared to be.

A small bolt of electricity popped through her conscious thought. What the hell did "only new woman on crew" mean? Had he already dispatched another female? Was he dismissing her gender, overlooking the fact that she had killed with precision before, and could do so again? And where did he get the idea she was (and here she added an unuttered yet outraged gasp) American?

She decided that she would let the other man, the real American, speak first, if he wanted to. He reminded her of Hans, a little, around the mouth.
Hans was the only man in the world who didn`t speak as if scripted by the Gestapo, as far as she was concerned. Pity he was gay. She would have liked it better, she was certain, to have formalized a betrothal before she left on this "opportunity".

Surely a marriage to Hans would guarantee his security, and she was certain that his intellect and humour could make up for any random pawings in the dark. She would even turn a blind eye to any man he could bring home. She was fairly liberated.

This man, this Robert, didn`t look gay. He looked... at her, so she looked away, happening to catch the other man`s eyes.

Sir? If he didn`t want to have them "embarrass" him, perhaps then he should give them even an alias. Surely it would be good to know this rugged face with SOMETHING other than (and ever so silently) as "Jackass". Yes, obviously his name was Ivan. If only he would give them another name to call him by, just in case it came to that.
She wasn`t unused to diplomacy. In fact, that is how she could creep up to her victim, and bite with unnerving accuracy.

Mingle? With one other person? She allowed a quiet chuckle, as light as air, and as noticeable as a distant fly.



edit - *peeps throughout the house, on tip toes so not to disturb anyone*
- ANYbody home? Is is that I`m just horrible at role play, or did we lose internet again, or is there any other reason no one else seems to love this thread?
*wrings hands together, hoping for some sort of reply, from somebody*
Interaction, please, if we are able. Please, please o pretty please?
*places hands on heart, and steps into the shadows*
-Is this the way it`s played here, that days can go by with No one playing, then bam! everyone`s back? Just asking. I wanna role play. Haven`t in ... seems like eternity.
If we don`t have the ability, no prob. i`ll pick up somewhere else in the roleplaying threads. I just want to know - it isn`t ME is it? (small frightened grin)

[dementedmongoose]

Well, I'm officially declaring this RP dead.
And if it wasn't dead when I declared it, it will be by the time you count to three.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Like the adage goes: three in the head, you know they're dead. I'll see if I can find someone to sign the death certificate.