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Raoul Silva ([personal profile] hasmommyissues) wrote in [community profile] paradisa2013-10-28 09:28 pm
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7 -(Voice)

[Filtered to James Bond]

I know I didn't make myself popular visiting mother un-announced. In my defense she did not leave me a forwarding address.

But if you continue to ignore me like this my feelings will start to get hurt.


[ Written MUCH later and open to all.]

Cleanup on aisle...sorry room 1506


last_rat_standing: (I'm sorry were you saying something?)

Raoul Silva

[personal profile] last_rat_standing 2013-10-28 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Really? He'd been rather enjoying his respite away from your madness, Silva. Why must you ruin it?

He sighs dramatically]


Yes because my primary concern in life is your feelings.
last_rat_standing: (Shaken not stirred)

Raoul Silva

[personal profile] last_rat_standing 2013-10-28 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's a decidedly disturbing thought, Silva]

Worried that I left? Or worried that you weren't the instrument of my departure?
last_rat_standing: (Too old to die young)

Raoul Silva

[personal profile] last_rat_standing 2013-10-28 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[So deadpan]

Aren't I the lucky one.

[Is there a point to all of this, Silva?]

Perhaps if you tried tactics other than kidnapping and explosions you might make more friends.
last_rat_standing: (so done with this shit)

Raoul Silva

[personal profile] last_rat_standing 2013-10-28 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Of all the things that might be said about you, Silva, boring is certainly not one of them. Although a few other phrases come to mind.

[Psychotic, homicidal, insane, Oedipal.......]
last_rat_standing: (bang)

Raoul Silva

[personal profile] last_rat_standing 2013-10-28 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's not suspicious at ALL]

A game? Don't tell me... Russian Roulette?
last_rat_standing: (Bond. James Bond.)

Raoul Silva

[personal profile] last_rat_standing 2013-10-28 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Am I supposed to count to one hundred and scour the castle looking for you?
last_rat_standing: (James Bond don't give a shit)

Raoul Silva

[personal profile] last_rat_standing 2013-10-29 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh bloody hell]

You know I generally buy someone a drink before inviting them to my bedroom.

[He downs the last of his drink and picks up his journal, heading out the door of the Death Match and heading towards the stairs]
last_rat_standing: (tough to swallow)

Raoul Silva

[personal profile] last_rat_standing 2013-10-29 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Always the exception, not the rule, hmm?

[Can't you hear his footsteps on the stairs?]
last_rat_standing: (Can you hear me now?)

Raoul Silva

[personal profile] last_rat_standing 2013-10-29 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Only if you give me credit for giving you the idea.

[He exits the stairwell to the lobby and heads straight for the tower stairs]
last_rat_standing: (brooood)

Raoul Silva

[personal profile] last_rat_standing 2013-10-29 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Well FINE, then, be a dick. He snaps his own journal shut and slips it into his pocket. He's taking his time moving up the stairs. He's not going to give Silva the pleasure of hearing his footsteps pounding up the tower stairs as he races towards whatever trap the man's set for him. Oh yes. He's fully aware this is likely a trap. This is Silva, he'd be more surprised if it WASN'T a trap. The man just oozes suspicious intents from every pore.

He creeps up the stairs, pausing a few steps below his floor to listen. Nothing? That's not entirely unexpected, however, the game is hide and seek and it wouldn't be much of a game if he could hear him, after all. He walks slowly up the steps, careful not to make a noise as he approaches his door. His eyes flick to the empty room across the hall, narrowing slightly. It would be all too easy for Silva to hide in there and wait for him... although he would expect Bond would be suspicious and is just as likely to be in his room as promised. Either way he was going to be careful. He crossed to his own door, looking over the doorknob for any tampering.]
last_rat_standing: (Oh HELL no)

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[personal profile] last_rat_standing 2013-10-29 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Apparently it wasn't a big enough clue at all.

Bond idly registers the sound of the lift arriving as he draws his gun and steps through the door. However, if given the choice between looking down the hallway at some other resident and possibly putting his back to Silva in his room or continuing the survey of his residence the obvious choice is the latter. He knows there's a chance Silva could be lying in wait in the hall but he can wait the couple of minutes it would take him to properly search his room.

His eyes scan the primary living space, looking for anything out of place or that may have been added in his absence. Seeing nothing amiss he moves on to the bathroom, pushing the door flush against the wall and quickly clearing the room. Nothing. He quickly moves to his bedroom, pushing the door open in the same fashion. Nothing. He gives a passing thought to looking in his closet but he doubts even Silva would be that obvious. Leaving his bedroom he frowns. Nothing. And nothing to indicate anything had been tampered with or booby trapped

Unless.

His eyes dart to the kettle, widening as the realization hits him a moment too late. He turns to run out of the room when it explodes.]
last_rat_standing: (tough to swallow)

[personal profile] last_rat_standing 2013-10-29 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[The blast takes him off his feet, throwing him into the wall. He hears a sickening CRACK and it takes him a moment to realize that it came from him, not the wall.

He grunts as he slides down to hit the floor, his legs crumpling uselessly under him. No. NO. He can't let that bloody man win, not like this. How the hell had he been so stupid? Silva had given him all the clues and he'd missed it?! The bloody kettle. It figures. He could give Silva credit for originality, at least?

The darkness starts to creep in on the edges of his vision. Bond has a feeling he's about to die for the second time since he'd come to this godawful place. But he can't. Not by Silva's hand. He can't give the bastard the satisfaction. But he also can't move his legs. FUCK. He struggles to sit up, eyes searching for his gun.]
last_rat_standing: (tough to swallow)

[personal profile] last_rat_standing 2013-10-29 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Bond's breathing is already labored as he stares disdainfully up at Silva.

He tries to speak but finds himself unable, coughing and sliding sideways to the floor. Oh hell. He tries to lift himself up but only succeeds in slipping in something wet on the floor. Blood. His blood.

His gaze lifts one final time to Silva, glaring at the man for a moment before the life slips out of his eyes. His body goes limp on the floor as James Bond dies.]
Edited 2013-10-29 02:40 (UTC)
dog_eat_dog: (or when you think you're gonna die)

15th Floor

[personal profile] dog_eat_dog 2013-10-29 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tess may not have noticed the entry in the journal, but when she's coming down from the roof, she certainly notices the blown-out door and the wreckage of a small explosive. She also notices the blood pooling across the floor, tracked around by someone else's feet, the broken glass, and most importantly, the body.

Tess unholsters her gun and approaches the doorway. She moves through it slowly, sweeping the area with her gun aimed. Only when she's sure the coast is clear does she lower it.

Her eyes drift down to the body again. Someone certainly got his shit wrecked. She kneels just to pick up the gun dropped on the ground, and she pockets it instinctively. (You never walked away from a chance to get a free gun.) For a moment, she stays crouched, just to get a better look at the dead guy.]


Tough day, bud.

[That was one way of putting it, anyway.]



[ooc: if this is alright? har har.]

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