Post by Hector "Bonestealer" Manson on Nov 17, 2013 16:51:18 GMT -5
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Hector’s Chamber room
Uknown location
Tag: Aiko Tanaka or anyone else that is interested
Hector’s Chamber room
Uknown location
A small mist of smoke swirled slowly through the main chamber room. Victorian décor relished the area. A cherry oak desk resided at the far end in front of a picture window overlooking majestic scenery of lavish forestry and mountains. The deep maroon carpeting accented the concrete walls ordained with elaborate custom tapestries from different countries. A custom bar designed from antiquities stood near the east end of the room in front of another large picture window. More cherry oak chairs filled the room in designated areas topped with more custom velvet seating from a notorious European designer. Nothing was too expensive for Hector Manson as he sat in an arm chair made of solid walnut master carved with lion paws for arms and lions mane for the headrest. Arms remained silent to the sides of his luxurious suit made of Vicuna and Musk ox's wool. Dark grey in color with a white shirt and pink silk tie, the displeasing odor of a cigarette was going to be hell to remove. Hands remained interlaced on Hector's lap as he listened to an agent giving him nothing but excuses for losing an informant from the previous day.
"He gave me the slip while I was nurturing a beautiful blonde in my room." The agent's sly and cocky grin along with shrug of the shoulders began to make the former Stargate officer’s skin crawl. The idiot continued baffling off about his manhood and duties to satisfy this whore he brought back from the lobby bar. "I could get her number for you and she'll give you pleasures you could never even dream of." The scuffed man took another drag from his cigarette and nearly blew the smoke directly into the face of a man who wasn't being satisfied in the least. Cynical cold steel eyes looked back to the grunt. "You had one thing lousy thing to do and all you managed was a ring a ding with a live blow up Barbie doll whore?" His voice remained calm but the intensive gruff within his statement began to make the agent slightly uncomfortable. Hector closed his eyes, then reopened with a generous smile masking the rage enthralling in his soul. A soft cackle managed to escape. "I need a drink. Be a good boy scout and make me a scotch on the rocks. Go ahead and make yourself one too there lover boy. Be sure to use the bottle on the left, first shelf to the right of the sink. And do hurry, I don’t like a dry mouth." The agent’s nerves quickly calmed. He may get away with allowing an informant to get away right under his nose. He knew about Hector and his reputation for taking no bull from anyone, no matter who they were or what they represented. The tall dark and handsome man walked over into the cylindrical shaped wooden bar and made two drinks grinning from ear to ear.
He placed Hector's glass in front of him and took a long swig of his own. The Bonestealer didn't make an attempt to quench his thirst. He simply stared at the agent for a moment before getting up. Hands calmly pulled his suit jacket to conform his body in the perfectly tailored ensemble. "You see Jimmy, I enjoy the finer things in life. That Scotch you're drinking, for example, is more expensive than a salary you could ever make in one year of your pathetic life." Hector's gaze went to the man, then to the tapestries. "I invest in items that will give me something in return" he said panning his hand out to one of the tapestries eloquent designs. When his gaze returned to the agent, his face became rigid and voice colder. "I don't spend money for a pompous punk to use it for his sexual gratifications and I certainly don't spend money getting the dog hate my homework excuse from a little boy scout." Walking over to his elaborate bar, Hector grabbed another glass and poured another drink from a bottle located on the other side of where the agent retrieved the Scotch. Lifting the glass and swirling its contents, Hector spoke again. ” Ever hear of the Xiphoid Process of the sternum Jimmy? The xiphoid process begins as a piece of cartilage. It slowly hardens into bone until, by middle life, it is usually fused to the body of the sternum. The sides of the manubrium and the body are notched where they unite with costal cartilages. It also joins the clavicles (shoulder blades) on its upper border. It usually remains a separate bone until middle age or later, when it fuses to the body of the sternum. It’s a bitch to remove once it’s fused and you seem to be at an age where it may take some work. Even though you have the intelligence of bat dung, your chest shows me that your Xiphoid process has a unique large shape.” Hector took a drink not looking at the agent.
The man’s eyes were saucers feeling a cold sweat embalm his exterior limbs. The collar of his shirt seemed to be suffocating the oxygen from the room. Pulling on the collar did nothing while extremeties slowly became tingly number. Starting to stumble, the man was able to put his cigarette into the ash tray before collapsing onto the floor.
”A bullet to the heart might ruin that small treasure holding you together. I would hate to have another one of my masterpieces scratched as it is going to be hell digging it out of you once the poison totally suffocates then leaves you as a worthless corpse on my expensive carpet!”
It was then there was a knock on the door. With a roll of the eyes in bad timing, Hector took another sip of his drink giving the suffering agent a wink before he breathed his last breath.
Tag: Aiko Tanaka or anyone else that is interested
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