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British gal. Watches far too many films. Loves travelling.
Been into RPs for a while and I generally seem to stray towards more fantasy/supernatural based storylines. I also like detail and in-depth plots as much as possible! Always up for new ideas though.
{Will insert some witty content here when I can be bothered}
Been into RPs for a while and I generally seem to stray towards more fantasy/supernatural based storylines. I also like detail and in-depth plots as much as possible! Always up for new ideas though.
{Will insert some witty content here when I can be bothered}
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Brianna looked up as the others arrived, pouting a little when Grace chastised her. "I was being cautious. That's why I-" She gestured kneeing him in the groin, "hit him where it hurts." Sure, it had been a bit of a messy takedown but the guy was knocked out, wasn't he? "And I'd never have let him escape. I'm real good at tackling people y'know." This was said with surprising confidence for someone who was several times lighter and much shorter than the man in question. Unfortunately, they would never find out if this was true as the mobster was soon dumped in the Chick-Fil-A women's bathroom.
Ignoring Grace's quip about getting discovered, she followed her to the meeting room, impatiently bouncing on her heels as the other hero took a peek in. "Woah, a hostage! I wanna look. Let me see!" Brie whined almost childishly, standing on her tiptoes as she tried to take a glance over Graces head. "Grace, your head is too big!" Luckily she was still speaking in a hushed tone or everyone in the nearby vicinity would have heard her.
Brie's head tilted to the side as Grace described the kidnapee, wondering who she was talking about. "But that sounds like..." Her eyebrows furrowed as her brain finally caught up with the significance of the description. "No way! It can't be. Maybe Thundering Whisper just dyed his hair or something!" Brie surmised confidently before unceremoniously wedging herself between Grace and the door so that she could see for herself. It had sounded like the Korean hero was describing Will but it couldn't be. She'd seen him only this morning and he definitely had not been kidnapped then. It was probably just another hero or maybe even some civilian that happened to look hero...ish. Yep, that was definitely it.
Peering into the room, she momentarily wondered why it was so dark before remembering that she had sunglasses on. "Oh, right..." She muttered under her breath as she propped them atop her head again, now able to actually see the room properly. Her gaze scanned over the very full and suddenly much brighter room, barely acknowledging anyone else until her eyes focused on the super tall blonde guy with the pretty face.
Will...
It actually was him.
Fuck.
Her stomach dropped as she stared at her boyfriend, who did not look at all like he was in a good state. "Will?" The words slipped from her mouth surprisingly quietly, her eyes widening as she saw him there. Letting out a quiet moan as she dug her nails into her palms, she tried and failed to keep calm. Anyone with a phone, or similar electrical device, would notice that they had suddenly started to power on & off, screens flickering madly. Perhaps someone of a more level headed disposition would have taken a step back, considered the situation calmly...logically, and realised that the mission was the priority here. Unfortunately, that person was not Brie...
"What the fuck!? Those bastards - I'm gonna kill them!" She finally exploded, her voice loud enough that anyone in the adjacent room would have clearly heard her. Unfortunately, Brie's upbringing had also left her with questionable emotional self-regulation and before the logical part of her brain could catch up, she had slammed the door wide open, knocking over a very surprised looking guard in the process. In any other circumstances it probably would have been amusing to see a 6ft something tattooed mobster sent sprawling across the floor, however, now was sadly not that time. Instead, she charged into the room after him, about to demand that they let Will go when she suddenly became acutely aware that everyone in the room was looking at her.
Fuck again.
Well, if the Guglianos didn't kill her, she knew that Powers definitely would.
"Sorry I'm late?" She ventured hesitantly as she came to a halt, her voice breaking through the stunned silence. "We, er...ran into some heroes on the road and had to take care of them. Total assholes y'know!" Brie smiled gingerly as she spoke, her gaze flitting between Vinnie and Will. To her merit, and despite having likely ruined the mission completely, she did not seem much intimidated by the situation she had landed herself in. Afterall, she'd definitely gotten herself out of worse scenarios before...sort of.
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Brie didn't really need to take any of the mafiosos clothes, the two conveniently being dressed extremely similar. She did, however, clear out her pockets; taking her phone, wallet and gun. Of course, Brie had no real use for a gun but she figured it would look better if she carried it around anyway...and she also pegged herself as a pretty decent shot, if she did need to use it. Placing it into the back pocket of her tailored trousers, she stood up, giving the mobster one last nudge with her foot to make sure that she was still unconscious.
"See you later Annamaria!" Brie pretended to wave goodbye to the three mobsters as Grace shoved them into the portal. A quick scan over her belongings hadn't given much information about the woman but it did tell her enough to know that her name was Annamaria Ricci & that she was 24 years old. Presumably, she was from some small family associated with, or more likely indebted to, the Guglianos. Of course, none of this was of much interest to Brie and she was far more intrigued by the fact that she'd also had several loyalty cards for Bloopers in her pocket. Perhaps she knew Mr. Impressive...
Pondering on this thought as she leaned against the hood of her now dented car, Brie watched Grace step into the portal, only to emerge a few moments later in the form of a floating head. Still giggling about this as she followed her through, Brie suddenly found herself in a messy, cobweb filled shed. She narrowly avoiding tripping over a large plant pot as she stepped outside, feeling terribly unbalanced. "Gimme a second." Brie managed to mumble as she rested a hand against the weather-worn wood, a strong wave of nausea overcoming her. Teleporting through space was definitely something that would take a while to get used to. When it had passed, and she thankfully hadn't thrown up, Brie turned to smile at her companions. "Well, I guess it's still better than travelling by plane!"
A quick glance around the manicured lawn had Brie spot a set of doors, which were conveniently unlocked. Making her way into the expansive mansion, she found herself in a well decorated and completely empty hallway. Someone more astute might have been concerned that this was a trap but this, whether to her detriment or not, was not Brianna. Instead, she just turned to her colleagues, giving them an enthusiastic nod of the head. "It's empty!" She declared before darting down the corridor, eyes flitting about for any signs of guards or security cameras.
After a couple of uneventful minutes, Brie had reached a crossroads and was pondering on whether to go left or right, when she heard a voice from behind her. "Annamaria! You're late." The voice sounded vexed and also like it had smoked twenty too many cigarettes a day. Reluctantly turning around, Brie quickly found herself face-to-face with a large mafioso who looked like he was trying to be intimidating. Unfortunately, it also looked like he had drunk one too many beers and consumed one too many burgers, so the overall effect was lacklustre. She opened her mouth to reel off some excuse about why she was here and not somewhere else (wherever she was supposedly meant to be), when his pinprick eyes narrowed at her suspiciously.
"Wait...you're not-...!" The guard exclaimed as he reached into his back pocket for what was presumably a gun. Brie was faster though, moving her leg to promptly and forcefully knee him in the groin. Letting out a low groan as he stumbled to the ground and clutched himself in pain, the man managed to mutter something that was incomprehensible to her. "Figlio di puttana...figlio..." He continued to repeat it as he squirmed on the floor, much to the chagrin of Brie, who knew she had made far too much noise already.
"Shh! Stop being so loud!" She put a finger to her lips as she quickly knelt down beside him, urging the distressed man to shut up. "I didn't hit you that hard." Brie rolled her eyes as she placed a hand on his chest, sending just enough voltage coursing through his body to knock him out. Turning to the others when she was content that he was fully unconscious, she shook her head in what seemed to be disappointment. "Jesus, can't anyone take a hit to the balls anymore?"
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Brie happily hummed a random tune whilst they drove through Brookside, seemingly unconcerned that they were following a scumbag mafioso to a criminal infested mansion. It didn't take long before they crossed the turnpike into Watervale and cautiously followed behind the Porsche until, finally, the Gugliano compound came into view. Her focus on finding somewhere to stop, she barely had time to slam on her brakes when the black car swerved into the road, completely, and rudely, blocking her path. "Asshole!" Brie yelled as she was jolted sharply forwards. If any of them had chosen to omit wearing a seatbelt, they likely would have been flung straight out of the window.
"...if you’re thinking on my wavelength, that is.”
Brie had been mere moments away from flipping them off but when Grace spoke up, she nodded enthusiastically. "If you're thinking that we knock them out and steal their shit. I mean...take their clothes and IDs so that we can get into the mansion...then sure, sounds like a plan!" Brie whispered back keenly, "I'll take out this one," She indicated with her head to the mobster who was strolling over to her side of the car. "If you guys can get the other two." Without waiting for an answer, Brianna pressed the button to open the driver's side window, using her powers to reduce the electricity so that it lowered at a comedically slow pace. It was a completely unnecessary gesture but she couldn't resist pissing them off just a little. Smiling at the woman throughout this, Brie tilted her head when the window was finally fully open.
"Can I help you?" She said bluntly, her eyes quickly flitting up & down as she checked for any signs of a weapon. The woman, who looked severely irritated by this point, had barely opened her mouth to respond when Brie lunged half her body through the gap. "Y'know, you really should watch where you're driving." She chided, smiling as she suddenly grabbed onto the woman's wrist.
The instant they made skin-to-skin contact, she sent a volt of electricity charging through the mobster's body. Holding on as her limbs began to spasm, Bries grip didn't ease off until finally, the woman lost consciousness and her body slumped to the ground. "Urgh, so heavy..." She moaned as she was nearly dragged head-first out of the window, letting go just in time to be able to hoist herself back into the car.
A moment later, Brie had opened the door (which accidentally hit the poor woman in the head) and hopped out onto the unpaved road, taking a few seconds to peer down at the mobster. "Still breathing!" She eventually chimed. Although she could usually judge the voltage of the shock well enough not to cause a straight out heart attack, sometimes their breathing did go a little bit funny. Content with her likely incorrect assumption of the woman's medical state, Brie glanced towards the mansion, deciding that she should at least make a half-hearted attempt to not be seen. Grabbing onto one of the womans arms, she eventually, and with some difficulty, managed to drag her body so that it was hidden snugly between the two vehicles. "So! We just swipe their stuff and then head to the entrance?" Brie looked towards the others as she crouched down next to the mafioso, swiping her sunglasses before beginning to root through the rest of her pockets.
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Whilst Grace was batting her eyelashes at Martino, Brie instead looked like she was fighting back the urge to throw up. She'd either completely ignored what Grace had said or was simply too repulsed to do otherwise. "This guy..." She murmured under her breath as she watched him wrap his slimy hands around her two friends.
Despite being extremely revolted by the man in front of them, her expression briefly softened when her gaze passed over Angie. Or where Angie had been since she was now seeing Will in her place. God, her power sure was trippy. A slight smile had begun to tug at the corners of her lips, although it quickly faded away when Martinos loud, and incredibly obnoxious, voice punctuated through the room.
"...those are two threes if I've ever seen them."
The low hanging pendant lights that were dotted above the bar flickered wildly for a few moments as she picked up her empty glass, seriously mulling over whether it would be worth it to throw it at the back of his misshapen head. Sure it would ruin the entire mission but it would also feel so good. It was only one teeny tiny glass after all. It wouldn't even hurt him that much. Hell, the fact that she was even giving it a second thought was a miracle, compared to what she'd have done a year or two ago.
"Ah, miss. Can you please not throw the glassware in here. We are a strictly no fighting establishment." A voice interrupted the fog of infuriation that had taken over, snapping her back to reality. Turning to see the young bartender smiling calmly at her, she reluctantly handed the glass back to him, although he had to tug at it a couple of times before she loosened her grip. It said a lot about the area they were in that a no fighting rule had to be specified, and also that the bartender seemed very unperturbed by this all.
"Sorry." Managing a cursory smile, Brie turned back to the others, straightening her blouse as she did so. "If I wasn't on this damn mission...I'd like to smash his smug face, then kick him in t-..." She trailed off awkwardly, realising that she should probably shut up. Brookside really did not bring out the best side of her. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Brie listened to Grace before nodding in agreement. "I've got my car just round the corner. Best we take that. It's pretty beat up so I don't think it'll look out of place whilst we're following him. Also, can you guys keep an eye out for anyone whilst I'm driving? Some of the street gangs like to stop cars and then rob them. It's crazy how many people fall for it too." With that, she stood up, making her way out of the speakeasy and heading towards the small alley where they had stored the car, the street feeling busier and significantly more sketchy now that the evening was creeping in.
"Jjamppong." Brie repeated the word Grace had spoken earlier as they walked, testing it on her tongue. It was hard to say and she definitely did not have the correct pronunciation, but she still enjoyed trying. "I like that! I've for sure met a lot of jjamppongs in my life." Dodging past some drunks who were swerving in the middle of the sidewalk, she turned around briefly to smile at Grace. "Someone once taught me the russian word for asshole...Mudak I think it was! That was always one of my favourites. And that Martino guy back there was definitely a Mudak..."
As she started thinking about how she would get payback on Martino, the trio rounded a corner, where they would come across an old Subaru Impreza that definitely looked like it had seen better days. Brie hadn't bothered to lock the car because well, it was Brookside and if someone wanted to steal it, they would have. Opening the door, she hopped into the driver's seat before rooting around in the glove compartment for the key. "Where are you...where are you..." She mumbled to herself, before realising that it definitely was not there. "What sort of asshole only steals a key! Probably some junkie who forgot what he was doing halfway through..." Frowning, she placed her hand over the flimsy plastic dashboard, waiting patiently until the car sprung into life a few moments later, the engine chugging away noisily. Happy with this outcome, she turned to the other two, looking at them expectantly. "Ready?"
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