Post by ConfessionFPT on Jun 25, 2014 1:32:56 GMT
Natasha Romanov sat in the bright coffee shop and took a sip of her black coffee.
“Are you sure you don’t want any cream in that?” her lawyer asked her and held up the add-ins, “Sugar, maybe?” She gave him a disapproving look. “I just thought you’d want to put some sweetness in that dirt.”
She took another sip.
“That guy sitting over there,” he gestured to the circular booth in the corner of the cafe, “Won’t stop looking at you.”
“He’s harmless,” she crossed her arms, “No weapons, no discernible skills. Been seeing him everywhere, lately, no threat.”
“Just a college kid with a crush?” Isaiah teased, “A young suitor, perhaps?”
“Please,” she gripped her cup and felt the heat radiate onto her face, “I don’t have time for such silliness.”
“He’s drooling, Nat,” he informed her, “Maybe you should set him straight?”
“Not worth my time,” she finished her cup.
“You better make time,” he organized his papers and placed them in his briefcase and got up to leave, “’Cause he’s coming over as we speak.”
Natasha’s cup made a loud noise as it hit the table. She had placed it down harder than she intended. She heard the bearded hipster clad in tight jeans and a knit-hat drag his chair up and sit behind her. She refused to turn around and acknowledge him.
“Hey,” he said as smoothly as he could, “I love red hair.”
“You are way out of your league, kid,” she informed him, stood up, and grabbed her coat.
“No, wait,” he tried to slow her, “I have an old soul, that puts our spirits at the same age.”
She turned to face him for the first time, and scoffed, did he just call her old?
“My name is Tucker, and I really dig your vibes,” he out stretched his arms, “I know we just met, but I feel like we’re on hugging terms..hug?”
She paused, smiled and twisted his right arm and held it in a painful hold, “Listen to me,” she said calmly, “You are going to stop following me and you are never to speak to me again, got it?”
“I love a woman who can exert dominance, like, why make the man lead? Equality sistAHH!” she wrenched on his arm before he could finish his pandering feminist bullshit.
“Go away Tucker,” she pushed him into the next table and almost knocked it over.
As she turned to leave, he balanced himself and screamed after her, “You remembered my name!”
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The daylight was blinding on top of the skyscraper in which Hit-Monkey stood. These sunglasses, which usually sat on his nose funny and hurt a bit now served a purpose. He could see and scan the city below for killers, thieves. New York was supposed to be crawling with machine-happy-mercenaries ready to get their asses handed to them. But it was a clam day in this bustling block of New York City.
The rays from the sky were so intense that he considered stripping himself from his monkey-suit. But he figured a monkey standing naked a top a tower would be more noticeable than one standing in his pin-stripes.He’d trade anything, even his hand guns for a banana. Or some action.
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New York is a crowded place, but it was usually easy to be alone. When Natasha usually walked home, she’d bump into the occasional shoulder but be alone with her thoughts. Not today. Today her little puppy dog followed and called out to her all the way home from the coffee shop.
“I just want to know you’re name,” the smelly college kid called from behind her, “Tell me, whats the name of the girl who haunts my every waking thought?”
“That would have been cute,” she thought, “If he didn’t stink of weed.”
“Do you want to come see my band play?” he pressured on, “Its called the ‘Back End of Tomorrow’ and I play the kettle drum and-“
Before he could finish, she ducked into the corner-market and rushed to a random isle, hoping to lose him. He wandered in like a lost puppy and began asking strangers if they had seen her. She was usually able to escape from mobs of armed men with ease, but she could not lose this teenager.
Her pursuer’s questions were soon interrupted but a commotion at the front door. Black Widow peeked from behind the Frosted Flakes boxes to see a monkey in a business suit walk in. The patrons of the store fled and made way for him to pass into the produce section. He grabbed a bushel of bananas and placed them by the cash register to be scanned.
Natasha’s mind raced. Every assassin has heard whispers of the tale of Hit-Monkey, the killer of killers. Deadpool had claimed to see him once, but no one ever believes what Deadpool says. The rumors was true. And it was standing right in front of her. She didn’t know what to make of the sighting, until she was filled with fear. She had red in her ledger. She accidentally knocked over the Frosted Flakes display and Hit Monkey instinctively pointed his two hand-guns at it.
He saw the flash of red hair and a familiar face. Could it be? He dashed on all fours to catch a glimpse of what could be the Black Widow. He reached the cereal isle, and looked up, the tile in the ceiling had been removed and no one was there. He heard a gun being cocked above him and opened fire on the assassin. She did the same.
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Hello friends! CFPT here! Formerly known as Confession X, FlyingPurpleTiger, and Confession FPT, this is my first match on this new CBUB! Hit Monkey vs Black Widow! Two assassins, one grocery store, and no time-limit! These two are both armed with two hand guns each, their impressive fighting skills, and their sneaky little spy tactics! I’ve been out of practice of this nonsense for a while so be kind! Love to hear any feed back and I hope you all enjoy it!
“Are you sure you don’t want any cream in that?” her lawyer asked her and held up the add-ins, “Sugar, maybe?” She gave him a disapproving look. “I just thought you’d want to put some sweetness in that dirt.”
She took another sip.
“That guy sitting over there,” he gestured to the circular booth in the corner of the cafe, “Won’t stop looking at you.”
“He’s harmless,” she crossed her arms, “No weapons, no discernible skills. Been seeing him everywhere, lately, no threat.”
“Just a college kid with a crush?” Isaiah teased, “A young suitor, perhaps?”
“Please,” she gripped her cup and felt the heat radiate onto her face, “I don’t have time for such silliness.”
“He’s drooling, Nat,” he informed her, “Maybe you should set him straight?”
“Not worth my time,” she finished her cup.
“You better make time,” he organized his papers and placed them in his briefcase and got up to leave, “’Cause he’s coming over as we speak.”
Natasha’s cup made a loud noise as it hit the table. She had placed it down harder than she intended. She heard the bearded hipster clad in tight jeans and a knit-hat drag his chair up and sit behind her. She refused to turn around and acknowledge him.
“Hey,” he said as smoothly as he could, “I love red hair.”
“You are way out of your league, kid,” she informed him, stood up, and grabbed her coat.
“No, wait,” he tried to slow her, “I have an old soul, that puts our spirits at the same age.”
She turned to face him for the first time, and scoffed, did he just call her old?
“My name is Tucker, and I really dig your vibes,” he out stretched his arms, “I know we just met, but I feel like we’re on hugging terms..hug?”
She paused, smiled and twisted his right arm and held it in a painful hold, “Listen to me,” she said calmly, “You are going to stop following me and you are never to speak to me again, got it?”
“I love a woman who can exert dominance, like, why make the man lead? Equality sistAHH!” she wrenched on his arm before he could finish his pandering feminist bullshit.
“Go away Tucker,” she pushed him into the next table and almost knocked it over.
As she turned to leave, he balanced himself and screamed after her, “You remembered my name!”
`
The daylight was blinding on top of the skyscraper in which Hit-Monkey stood. These sunglasses, which usually sat on his nose funny and hurt a bit now served a purpose. He could see and scan the city below for killers, thieves. New York was supposed to be crawling with machine-happy-mercenaries ready to get their asses handed to them. But it was a clam day in this bustling block of New York City.
The rays from the sky were so intense that he considered stripping himself from his monkey-suit. But he figured a monkey standing naked a top a tower would be more noticeable than one standing in his pin-stripes.He’d trade anything, even his hand guns for a banana. Or some action.
`
New York is a crowded place, but it was usually easy to be alone. When Natasha usually walked home, she’d bump into the occasional shoulder but be alone with her thoughts. Not today. Today her little puppy dog followed and called out to her all the way home from the coffee shop.
“I just want to know you’re name,” the smelly college kid called from behind her, “Tell me, whats the name of the girl who haunts my every waking thought?”
“That would have been cute,” she thought, “If he didn’t stink of weed.”
“Do you want to come see my band play?” he pressured on, “Its called the ‘Back End of Tomorrow’ and I play the kettle drum and-“
Before he could finish, she ducked into the corner-market and rushed to a random isle, hoping to lose him. He wandered in like a lost puppy and began asking strangers if they had seen her. She was usually able to escape from mobs of armed men with ease, but she could not lose this teenager.
Her pursuer’s questions were soon interrupted but a commotion at the front door. Black Widow peeked from behind the Frosted Flakes boxes to see a monkey in a business suit walk in. The patrons of the store fled and made way for him to pass into the produce section. He grabbed a bushel of bananas and placed them by the cash register to be scanned.
Natasha’s mind raced. Every assassin has heard whispers of the tale of Hit-Monkey, the killer of killers. Deadpool had claimed to see him once, but no one ever believes what Deadpool says. The rumors was true. And it was standing right in front of her. She didn’t know what to make of the sighting, until she was filled with fear. She had red in her ledger. She accidentally knocked over the Frosted Flakes display and Hit Monkey instinctively pointed his two hand-guns at it.
He saw the flash of red hair and a familiar face. Could it be? He dashed on all fours to catch a glimpse of what could be the Black Widow. He reached the cereal isle, and looked up, the tile in the ceiling had been removed and no one was there. He heard a gun being cocked above him and opened fire on the assassin. She did the same.
`
Hello friends! CFPT here! Formerly known as Confession X, FlyingPurpleTiger, and Confession FPT, this is my first match on this new CBUB! Hit Monkey vs Black Widow! Two assassins, one grocery store, and no time-limit! These two are both armed with two hand guns each, their impressive fighting skills, and their sneaky little spy tactics! I’ve been out of practice of this nonsense for a while so be kind! Love to hear any feed back and I hope you all enjoy it!
