Assasin Rule. {An Assasin RP.} [Open!!]

[LikeABoss..]

He grinned understanding the look. He got up and took off his shirt. A long scar wrapped around his back and up to his chest. No one new the story to his scar. He began one handed pull ups. His ab muscles constricted.

[belle.]

{{ C o r a l i n e :: S t i t c h e s }}

"Thanks." Coraline stated, her tone ever so slightly bitter although she couldn't help but smile a little at Cassandra's comment. Stitches then watched Cassandra walking away, following her gaze as she looked over to Death. Coraline took a moment to study Death, trying to figure him out - something that wasn't made easy by the man's obvious attempt to show very little emotion. Stitches could clearly see that the man was strong, in both physical and emotional ways, also at least a little cocky with the name. Death..? Coraline thought to herself, mentally mocking the man, Who names themselves Death? Honestly.

Coraline immediately turned away as the man stood up, moving herself across the gym and positioning herself next to a large rope. The girl took a moment before wrapping herself around the rope and proceeding to pull herself up.

[WildWhiskeyTales]

Cassandra walked to the shooing range and grabbed a pistol. She loaded it and counted out eighty yards then turned around and fired six shots. Five hit the targets heart. One hit his leg.

[LikeABoss..]

Death finished his work out and observed the girl named Stiches. She was weak. Even as she climbed the robe. She wouldn't last a week here. He knew he would have to cut her out. She thought to much. Being Assasin meant that you hand to be single minded. Focus on your self and your target.

[belle.]

{{ C o r a l i n e :: S t i t c h e s }}

Coraline caught Death's stare as she climbed her way back down the rope; returning his look with one of her own, wanting nothing more than to confront him but knowing that it would achieve nothing. Stitches could see that he thought she wouldn't last, that she was nothing more than dirt to him, and this made the girl angry. Coraline was used to being belittled, judged, and pushed down, but in all honestly she was fed up of it. The girl did the best she could to control her anger, channeling it into the one thing she knew how to do best; violence. Stitches drew a knife from her belt, throwing it across the gym and straight into the punching bag - watching as it lodged itself in the fabric.

[LikeABoss..]

Death shook his head. He wasn't impressed. Strength an respect didn't come from being able to hit a target. That didn't impress him. What impressed him was technic and ability. You could have a terrible person with great ability. That's what made an Assasin great. A man walked into the buidling. Deaths posture changed to one of authority.

[WildWhiskeyTales]

Cassandra heard a knife fly over her head. She turned to stiches. "Don't ever do that again!! There is a spot for knife throwing. You could have killed me!" Cassandra yelled venom in her voice. She began jerking the rope stiches was on.

[belle.]

{{ C o r a l i n e :: S t i t c h e s }}

"I could have, but I didn't." Coraline retorted, climbing the rest of the way down the rope as Cassandra jerked it, causing her no effect whatsoever.

[LikeABoss..]

Death and the man went into his office. "I want her" the man said. Death shook his head. "no" he said simply. "I'm offering you billions of dollars" the man hissed back. Death got in the mans face. "she is my best and two I don't share" he said growling

[WildWhiskeyTales]

Cassandra heard Death yelling and she ran into his office. "Whats wrong?" She said her violet eyes taking in the man.