Post by Pavel Fedoseev on Aug 21, 2014 14:48:40 GMT -5
[OOC] Pavel, XSG Number 6 has decided to visit one of the many safehouses the Xcution has to offer around the world for a night of relaxation. The safehouse that he had visited is currently by a beautiful lake, a rather large wooden cabin is placed at the shore of it. The place is generally unknown, requiring GPS to find the exact location. At the same time, Hotaru, an unseated member of Squad one has been patrolling the same lake side. There they will meet, under the graceful ray, of the moonlit summer.
[IC]
Everyday was the same, a mission, a Job, for the greater good one must be willing to sacrafice their own freedom to ensure that there will be total justice. Every Job, Every mission, every life taken was one and the same. Someone wanted these men and women exterminated and would pay top dollar for their disappearance, and Pavel would be one of the top payed assassins to perform the job. The most recent target was a wannabe cult-leader that hid within the mountains with his "family" of two hundred. With the usage of proper disguises and words, Pavel was able to disguise himself as an entry level member and find his way towards the leader, he was a scrawny and very weak man. Whose life was ended, as quickly as he breathed. He was accomidated for a job done and was allowed the rest of the night without a single phone call. The XSG took this as an oppertunity, to wander, to think, to explore and had decided to have himself taken towards one of the lakeside cabins hidden in the woods, far from civilization. The night was filled with the soft chirping of insects and the "hoos" of the owls. The time was currently 11:30 P:M and the one known as Pavel was found wandering along the dirt pathway, dressed in his typical manner. Gorgeous black dress shoes, pure black slacks, a black tie and a pure white silk dress shirt. The man stood well over 6'2, his tan complexion expressed a heritage of half european and half japanese. His hair combed neatly to the side, a manner of dress that would make him stand out due to the environment. When he was in clearsight of the full moon, the XSG stopped and turned to gaze at it.
The openspace of any location would normally send occasional shivers down the mans spine but when he was by the ocean. Everything about his fear seemed to melt away, ever slowly he reached into pulled out a medium sized candle and medium sized silver plate, placing his thumb at the center of it to make a small dent so that the candle could fit perfecltly. Before placing the object onto the ground and setting it alight. From another pocket he pulled out a small handfull of taffy, and consume it one by one as he stared off into the lake. His face was placcid, devoid of general emotions, it was calm and without much excitement. This is how the man spent most of his time when he had little to nothing to do. Back in Russia, Valentina would just be barely getting up, and Pavel lacked a very good signal to establish their usual conversations. So he stood there, by a small candle and the graceful moonlight as it bathed the lake with its beautiful rays. One could only sit and think "That this was one of the most beuaitufl sights that they could have ever seen." Every job, every mission, every life taken was one and the same. But to Pavel, every sunset, every moonlight, and every place had a unique story to tell. And so did he.
[IC]
Everyday was the same, a mission, a Job, for the greater good one must be willing to sacrafice their own freedom to ensure that there will be total justice. Every Job, Every mission, every life taken was one and the same. Someone wanted these men and women exterminated and would pay top dollar for their disappearance, and Pavel would be one of the top payed assassins to perform the job. The most recent target was a wannabe cult-leader that hid within the mountains with his "family" of two hundred. With the usage of proper disguises and words, Pavel was able to disguise himself as an entry level member and find his way towards the leader, he was a scrawny and very weak man. Whose life was ended, as quickly as he breathed. He was accomidated for a job done and was allowed the rest of the night without a single phone call. The XSG took this as an oppertunity, to wander, to think, to explore and had decided to have himself taken towards one of the lakeside cabins hidden in the woods, far from civilization. The night was filled with the soft chirping of insects and the "hoos" of the owls. The time was currently 11:30 P:M and the one known as Pavel was found wandering along the dirt pathway, dressed in his typical manner. Gorgeous black dress shoes, pure black slacks, a black tie and a pure white silk dress shirt. The man stood well over 6'2, his tan complexion expressed a heritage of half european and half japanese. His hair combed neatly to the side, a manner of dress that would make him stand out due to the environment. When he was in clearsight of the full moon, the XSG stopped and turned to gaze at it.
The openspace of any location would normally send occasional shivers down the mans spine but when he was by the ocean. Everything about his fear seemed to melt away, ever slowly he reached into pulled out a medium sized candle and medium sized silver plate, placing his thumb at the center of it to make a small dent so that the candle could fit perfecltly. Before placing the object onto the ground and setting it alight. From another pocket he pulled out a small handfull of taffy, and consume it one by one as he stared off into the lake. His face was placcid, devoid of general emotions, it was calm and without much excitement. This is how the man spent most of his time when he had little to nothing to do. Back in Russia, Valentina would just be barely getting up, and Pavel lacked a very good signal to establish their usual conversations. So he stood there, by a small candle and the graceful moonlight as it bathed the lake with its beautiful rays. One could only sit and think "That this was one of the most beuaitufl sights that they could have ever seen." Every job, every mission, every life taken was one and the same. But to Pavel, every sunset, every moonlight, and every place had a unique story to tell. And so did he.