Elizabeth (Betty) Ross (
labcoatgirl) wrote2013-03-04 03:40 am
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Film Noir: Enter the Shadow
Betty Ross walked a determined pace along the sidewalk, holding her notes and purse snugly under her arm. The weather looked about to turn inclement so she wanted to get home as soon as possible. There was an uneasy feeling carried on the wind, a typical California phenomenon called a Santa Ana. Betty was a little more uneasy as she walked, distracted by her thoughts of work.
She was so distracted in fact, that when she saw an opportunity to hail a cab, she ran right into a man exiting one of the many clubs on the strip. Her papers all went to the sidewalk. "Oh no!" Betty scrambled on her knees to try and collect them before the wind could take them too far to catch.
She was so distracted in fact, that when she saw an opportunity to hail a cab, she ran right into a man exiting one of the many clubs on the strip. Her papers all went to the sidewalk. "Oh no!" Betty scrambled on her knees to try and collect them before the wind could take them too far to catch.
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"Faster, please," the boss sets the barrel his gun against her head to motivate her. Betty can't help the pen wavering as she tries to accommodate.
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He willed the underling to bend to his command, but it wasn't an easy task. Precious moments were wasted, but if that gun wasn't turned away from Betty, Lamont couldn't make a move without threatening her life. Slowly he could feel the thug's mind bend, but it was requiring intense concentration. He had to hold off on giving the command to attack the boss until he could be certain the thug would follow through, but it would only be a moment more until he could start the cascade of events.
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The boss is staring dumbly for a moment at the thug before raising his gun at the man as the fog lifts, and he realizes what he's just done. He makes panicked motions, begging for his life as the boss snarls and fires.
That, is Lamont's cue as he frees his hands at last, and makes a desperate dive at the boss, both men dropping to the floor and getting into a grapple for the gun in hand. Lamont could have gone for the other weapon, but he's more concerned that the boss would start shooting wildly in the room, endangering Betty. At least this way, he can work to control where the gun is pointed, even if it occasionally wavers dangerously toward himself.
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"I'm much better off than they are." He nods with a wane smile at the thug and the boss who lay on the floor. "We need to move." He is well aware of the urgency, thugs down below would be expecting shots, but might still come to see a grisly scene, or to help with the cleanup. Transitioning the weapon to his good arm, he leads the way for the door.
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It was still a moonlit night outside the door but the guards were coming back towards the Captain's cabin. Betty ducked down slightly, not sure which way to run. The moment they got up the stairs, they would be seen.