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OOC Note: This is a single post thread for Kamorge's opening narrative piece that's been removed from his profile.
The reflection in the mirror looked distinguished, confident, calm. Inside Kamorge was anything but those things. His mind racing violently, going over and over every little detail of his plan, looking for any mistakes, begging that he find them so they can be fixed. Adjusting his tie, Kamorge takes a moment to look over his attire. It's a glamorous three piece suit; black, with small pinstripes. Underneath the suit rests his armor; he knocks on his chest plate, the metallic feel reassures him.
Walking out of the bathroom, Kamorge plasters a fake smile on his face. Big and toothy, his smile makes it appear like he's having a good time. He's not. The armor underneath his suit is reassuring at times, but he wasn't in a gunfight yet. What if someone notices his armor? Will they confront him? Will they go to a security guard? Kamorge had no option besides hoping no one noticed, or if they did, that they would chalk it up to him being a cautious businessman.
A waiter strides by, in his palm a tray of champagne glasses is effortlessly balancing. Without a word, Kamorge walks past the waiter and lifts a glass. Putting it to his lips, he takes a small sip. Kamorge tries to spot the best table to put on his show. No longer walking, he thinks he's found it. Champagne glass in his right hand, he uses his left to flip a chair around. Using it as a step, Kamorge is on the table in two quick steps. He really, really hopes the table doesn't flip over.
"What a wonderful night, everyone." he says as people turn to him, hushing their voices.
"Hear, hear!"
Confused expressions are universal throughout the crowd. Kamorge doesn't belong here, much less on top of a table giving a toast. Some people turn to their neighbor, asking each other who this person is. He takes a careful sip of champagne, and hopes no one notices how violently his hands are shaking.
"Everyone, raise your glasses with me." Kamorge demands. "We are here to celebrate the...er, accomplishments of Mr. Rosewater. Businessman, humanitarian, socialite."
Scattered claps come from the crowd. Mr. Rosewater is as confused as everyone else.
"We are all very sad about your retirement. What makes us even sadder is the money we had to spend on your retirement gifts!" Kamorge laughs loudly to himself, no one joins him. "Oh, just me. Okay... Nevertheless!" he continues, raising his glass even higher.
"I want the first gift you open to be mine." Mr. Rosewater's face has never been this red, he has no choice but to oblige Kamorge. "It's the red one to your right. Yes, the big one. Perfect! Now open it up!"
Mr. Rosewater opens the gift with haste, throwing the red wrapping paper to the side. Underneath is a TV case, Mr. Rosewater opens that too. Spewing out packing peanuts, he pulls out a black Mandalorian helmet. Confused, he looks up to Kamorge for an explanation.
"That would be mine." he informs. Jumping off the table, Kamorge walks towards Mr. Rosewater with a quick pace. Two bodyguards appear on either side of the businessman. Kamorage hopes no one shoots him before he gets there. No one does. He takes the black Mandalorian helmet from Mr. Rosewater. "Thank you." Kamorge says.
In one swift motion Kamorge throws his champagne glass at the bodyguard to the left; hits the bodyguard to the right with his helmet, producing a satisfying smack; and headbutts Mr. Rosewater. The crowd screams in unison. Raising his left foot, Kamorge violently kicks the bodyguard on the left on the side of the his knee while he's still disorientated. Crunch. He falls to the floor crippled. The bodyguard to the right rolls around on the floor, holding his bleeding face. With all his strength Kamorge swings his helmet down against the bodyguard's head, and again, and again. He isn't rolling around anymore. Kamorge's head is joyfully clear.
Mr. Rosewater struggles to get away. Kamorge punches him square in the nose, breaking it. Mr. Rosewater sinks to the floor defeated. Going through the gifts, Kamorge pulls out a large pink box and opens it. Inside is a rocket pack; he straps it on. Swiping off a bit of brain from his helmet, Kamorge notices a dent. He'll have to get that fixed. As he puts the helmet on, the bodyguard to the left is struggling to get up. Kamorge bends down, grabs the stun gun from the bodyguards side, and shoots the bodyguard in the face with it. His body violently shakes on the floor.
Lifting up Mr. Rosewater, Kamorge makes his way towards a giant glass window. For the first time he notices that the crowd has fled the building. Raising the stun gun Kamorge fires at the giant glass window. Energy waves dissipate across the glass in all directions. Under his helmet Kamorge makes a face, sighing at the world.
A blaster bolt zips past his head, breaking the glass that his stun gun wouldn't. Kamorge throws Mr. Rosewater to the side and turns to face his assailants. "Are you kriffing crazy!?" he shouts at them. "You could have killed me...and you pathetic boss!" Three people hid behind tables across the room, no doubt security hired by Mr. Rosewater. He probably should have hired some smarter people.
"Come on out." he demands, stomping his foot to the ground. He fires at the trio with equal opportunity, hoping one foolishly pops their head up or a shot somehow gets through the maze of tables and chairs. Mr. Rosewater is all the while trying to crawl away. Kamorge pulls him to his feet, giving him a very disdainful look. He inches towards the giant empty window backwards, the crunch of broken glass emits from under his shoes.
"Don't even think about shooting at me you idiots." he shouts at the trio. "Not unless you want to watch your boss be engulfed by flames." Feeling the wind from the broken window on his back, Kamorge carefully toes where floor meets sky.
"Hold on to me tight." he tells Mr. Rosewater as he turns them both around. Kamorge places the stun gun securely in his jacket. He lets himself fall from the building, Mr. Rosewater in tow. The businessman pisses himself. Activating the rocket pack, Kamorge flies to the nearest building top, runs across, jumps, flies to the next building top, runs across, jumps...
The reflection in the mirror looked distinguished, confident, calm. Inside Kamorge was anything but those things. His mind racing violently, going over and over every little detail of his plan, looking for any mistakes, begging that he find them so they can be fixed. Adjusting his tie, Kamorge takes a moment to look over his attire. It's a glamorous three piece suit; black, with small pinstripes. Underneath the suit rests his armor; he knocks on his chest plate, the metallic feel reassures him.
Walking out of the bathroom, Kamorge plasters a fake smile on his face. Big and toothy, his smile makes it appear like he's having a good time. He's not. The armor underneath his suit is reassuring at times, but he wasn't in a gunfight yet. What if someone notices his armor? Will they confront him? Will they go to a security guard? Kamorge had no option besides hoping no one noticed, or if they did, that they would chalk it up to him being a cautious businessman.
A waiter strides by, in his palm a tray of champagne glasses is effortlessly balancing. Without a word, Kamorge walks past the waiter and lifts a glass. Putting it to his lips, he takes a small sip. Kamorge tries to spot the best table to put on his show. No longer walking, he thinks he's found it. Champagne glass in his right hand, he uses his left to flip a chair around. Using it as a step, Kamorge is on the table in two quick steps. He really, really hopes the table doesn't flip over.
"What a wonderful night, everyone." he says as people turn to him, hushing their voices.
"Hear, hear!"
Confused expressions are universal throughout the crowd. Kamorge doesn't belong here, much less on top of a table giving a toast. Some people turn to their neighbor, asking each other who this person is. He takes a careful sip of champagne, and hopes no one notices how violently his hands are shaking.
"Everyone, raise your glasses with me." Kamorge demands. "We are here to celebrate the...er, accomplishments of Mr. Rosewater. Businessman, humanitarian, socialite."
Scattered claps come from the crowd. Mr. Rosewater is as confused as everyone else.
"We are all very sad about your retirement. What makes us even sadder is the money we had to spend on your retirement gifts!" Kamorge laughs loudly to himself, no one joins him. "Oh, just me. Okay... Nevertheless!" he continues, raising his glass even higher.
"I want the first gift you open to be mine." Mr. Rosewater's face has never been this red, he has no choice but to oblige Kamorge. "It's the red one to your right. Yes, the big one. Perfect! Now open it up!"
Mr. Rosewater opens the gift with haste, throwing the red wrapping paper to the side. Underneath is a TV case, Mr. Rosewater opens that too. Spewing out packing peanuts, he pulls out a black Mandalorian helmet. Confused, he looks up to Kamorge for an explanation.
"That would be mine." he informs. Jumping off the table, Kamorge walks towards Mr. Rosewater with a quick pace. Two bodyguards appear on either side of the businessman. Kamorage hopes no one shoots him before he gets there. No one does. He takes the black Mandalorian helmet from Mr. Rosewater. "Thank you." Kamorge says.
In one swift motion Kamorge throws his champagne glass at the bodyguard to the left; hits the bodyguard to the right with his helmet, producing a satisfying smack; and headbutts Mr. Rosewater. The crowd screams in unison. Raising his left foot, Kamorge violently kicks the bodyguard on the left on the side of the his knee while he's still disorientated. Crunch. He falls to the floor crippled. The bodyguard to the right rolls around on the floor, holding his bleeding face. With all his strength Kamorge swings his helmet down against the bodyguard's head, and again, and again. He isn't rolling around anymore. Kamorge's head is joyfully clear.
Mr. Rosewater struggles to get away. Kamorge punches him square in the nose, breaking it. Mr. Rosewater sinks to the floor defeated. Going through the gifts, Kamorge pulls out a large pink box and opens it. Inside is a rocket pack; he straps it on. Swiping off a bit of brain from his helmet, Kamorge notices a dent. He'll have to get that fixed. As he puts the helmet on, the bodyguard to the left is struggling to get up. Kamorge bends down, grabs the stun gun from the bodyguards side, and shoots the bodyguard in the face with it. His body violently shakes on the floor.
Lifting up Mr. Rosewater, Kamorge makes his way towards a giant glass window. For the first time he notices that the crowd has fled the building. Raising the stun gun Kamorge fires at the giant glass window. Energy waves dissipate across the glass in all directions. Under his helmet Kamorge makes a face, sighing at the world.
A blaster bolt zips past his head, breaking the glass that his stun gun wouldn't. Kamorge throws Mr. Rosewater to the side and turns to face his assailants. "Are you kriffing crazy!?" he shouts at them. "You could have killed me...and you pathetic boss!" Three people hid behind tables across the room, no doubt security hired by Mr. Rosewater. He probably should have hired some smarter people.
"Come on out." he demands, stomping his foot to the ground. He fires at the trio with equal opportunity, hoping one foolishly pops their head up or a shot somehow gets through the maze of tables and chairs. Mr. Rosewater is all the while trying to crawl away. Kamorge pulls him to his feet, giving him a very disdainful look. He inches towards the giant empty window backwards, the crunch of broken glass emits from under his shoes.
"Don't even think about shooting at me you idiots." he shouts at the trio. "Not unless you want to watch your boss be engulfed by flames." Feeling the wind from the broken window on his back, Kamorge carefully toes where floor meets sky.
"Hold on to me tight." he tells Mr. Rosewater as he turns them both around. Kamorge places the stun gun securely in his jacket. He lets himself fall from the building, Mr. Rosewater in tow. The businessman pisses himself. Activating the rocket pack, Kamorge flies to the nearest building top, runs across, jumps, flies to the next building top, runs across, jumps...