a few cheap shots -- kyla

[Candice McKaye]

Close, but no cigar. Was it just her who was in the range because she was pissed off beyond all belief and needed to take it out on something before they exploded? Or was she really the only one? She already knew that her shots were impeccable, which is why she was down a level at the moving targets range, hitting them in the head or the stomach without fail.

Was everyone else down here to improve their shooting? It wasn't the most prominent question on her mind as she fired round after round through her desert eagles into dummy after dummy. The ferocity with which she reloaded, shot, and scored seemed to be concerning the people around her. They barely even got time to shoot their own targets before she got even more angry and shot them for the others.

Candice kept running through the last mission she had gotten back from and the scenario she had gotten into several times before and fared better than she had just now. What the hell was wrong with her? She was supposed to be getting more information about a certain man she had met in the park only a week before and she so far had found out all the information that was about as useful as a tooth pick after a orthodontist appointment.

She had gathered information on a countless number of people before and this man just happened to slip under the radar? She had narrowed it down to either working for the Os or associated with them, which was why she couldn't find any information on him, she guessed.

It was frustrating to say the least. She fired another round into the passing by dummy. This was loosing its calming effect very fast, Candice thought irritably. She unlocked and dropped the empty holster, reloaded the full one on the counter in her cubicle, and shot at the next target faster than someone could say pull. She was about ready to move down a level to shotguns and automatic machine guns, at the rate her frustration was slowly going down.

[Kyla Tolmie]

Kyla's fists sped forward and smacked into the sand-filled bag. Each one made a satisfying thud against the bag, sending a nice recoil through her strong arms. She smacked into the bag several times, twirling around and slamming her foot into the bag. Then, in a blur of activity, she started using knives. She spun around, slipping a knife from somewhere, and planting it in the bag. With a quick flick of her wrist she had two more knives, planting two more in the bag. She spun once more and planted her palm firmly against the hilt of one of the knives, causing it to dig straight into the bag and let the stand start falling.

That was Kyla's workout. She rolled her head, cracked her neck and grabbed her towel. She wiped some sweat away from her forehead, having been at it for quite some time, and draped the towel over her shoulders. She then turned and left, deciding to take a round-a-bout way to her private quarters to take a shower. The gym was connected directly to the firing range, so she pushed through the door and walked through, stopping to watch one of the people there shoot.

She watched the girl pop several rounds into the moving dummies with easy. She scoffed at the shots, leaning against the wall and watching forward. "It's easy enough, mate, to pull a little trigger and hit something," she said once the shooting stopped for a moment. "But how are you when things get too close to shoot?" she asked, her accent quite prominent in her speech. It was technically from New Zealand but sounded, to an untrained ear, identical to the typical Australian accent.

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[Candice McKaye]

Pop,pop,pop! And then she had to reload again. It had been a while since she'd gone down a level and she had decided that now was the time to stop taking out anger on the targets (and give everyone else a chance to practice) and go up to devise more plans to get the information she was seeking. But when she came out of her zone to pack up and leave, there was someone else there. A small white haired girl asking her about hand to hand combat or something along those lines. She looked down at the other, a look of indifference with a hint of irritation etched into her face.

"They never make it that far." She said plainly and placed her guns back in their rightful places at her thighs. She started walking away from the girl, not paying attention to her or anything else really, idly deciding just to go back to her private quarters or maybe the studio where she could dance and clear her mind to think about how she could gather more about her latest subject.

Who did this girl think she was? Bursting her personal space when she had no place to. There was a faint recognition of her face in Candice's mind. Maybe she'd seen her around Seamus one of the many times Candice had been working up the nerve to approach the leader about the... situation that he and Candice were in (that he still wasn't aware of). Other than that she didn't really socialize with other Telum members unless it was for a mission of some sort.

[Kyla Tolmie]

The girl gave her a curt and disinterested response. Typically Kyla would answer such a response with a knife to the throat, but as she was a Telum member Kyla exercised some restraint. However she was Seamus' left hand man, or right, depending on his mood. Either way she was under no one besides Seamus and Zambi here in Telum and dammit if she didn't begrudge Zambi for his position.

Either way, if they weren't Seamus or Zambi no one disrespected her by walking away like that. The girl was heading in the same direction Kyla wanted to go, toward the private quarters, so the rather jaded knife wielder jogged forward to catch up to her. "Last person to talk to me like that and turn their back can't walk anymore," she said with a cold tone after she had caught up. "Their spine tasted my steel, as will yours should you talk to me like that again."

She clenched her fist and shook her head. "Do you know who I am, you goddam slut?" she asked, keeping her voice level. "Don't answer that, as if you did you wouldn't have talked like that. I'm Kyla goddam Tolmie and I'm your goddam superior," she scowled, her voice quite authoritative and angry. A very don't-fuck-with-me tone, and her name had the reputation to go with it.

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[Candice McKaye]

She should have cared. It should have registered in her mind that she should stop being such a bitch to this girl and ask for forgiveness, if not grovel for it. But at that moment, from all the stress that had somewhat immediately fallen on her shoulders, she didn't. She didn't care at all, and it did register that she was of way lower rank but only in the back of her mind. And so she kept walking until the chick was done having her bitch fit.

Superior. Woopdie do. Candice thought bitterly as she turned around to face the short white haired woman. "You may be Kyla goddamn Tolmie, and that's fine and dandy, but you're also the goddamn one who decided to bother me in my training time." She spoke with defined attitude, something that wouldn't have escaped her lips if she had been thinking clearly, which she really really wasn't.

"And on top of that, you don't know who I am, cough cough Seamus Drae's sister," she clenched her jaw and gave Kyla a judgmental look up and down before continuing. "So maybe you should watch the way you speak to me." And unfortunately that's when things clicked.

She should have been groveling. She should have been doing anything but speaking back like that to this woman. Most importantly, she should have been running. Instead, her face remained the same expression as she turned again and started walking once more, this time, taking a person from inside his cubicle and placing him in between her and Kyla for extra protection, since she was pretty sure that Kyla might try to kill her. She didn't care much about casualties anyways.

Thank god for elevators and the fact that she was right by one. Because she got in it and started to press the close doors button as fast as possible. And once the doors were closed, she prayed that no one would stop the elevator as she pressed the number for the private quarters. Hopefully she would get to her private quarters before Kyla got to her. "Smooth, McKaye." she scolded herself as she paced back and forth in the elevator.

[Kyla Tolmie]

Seamus had a sister. Go figure. Soon he wouldn't.

Kyla, the little bundle of rage in comparison to the taller woman, was ready to kill someone. Fortunately Candice managed to stall her temporarily and the poor sap who she put in the way got a swift foot to the chin. He fell back and Kyla chased after the woman, seeing her tactic. She was escaping into a goddam elevator. Kyla flicked her wrist and produced one of her mystical, legendary arsenal of butterfly knives. With some impressive finger work she took the blade and threw it at Candice. The closing door of the elevator nicked the blade and caused it to dig into the wall of the elevator very near to Candice's head. The doors shut as Kyla reached them and despite hitting the button fiercely they did not reopen.

She cursed and punched the door. No one disrespected her, not even Seamus goddam Drae's goddam sister. She flicked away the pain of punching a metal door with a closed fist and slammed open the stairway door. She would get that bitch and she would feel all the frustration Kyla had built up toward Seamus. She respected the man, but being the bundle of rage she was she did build some rage toward him, too. She just couldn't act on it.

She was a fit woman, who hit the gym constantly. The stairs were nothing. She also had an idea of where the woman was heading, so she started to take the stairs in a run, heading for the floor with the private quarters. She was one of Telum's few high ranking people, if she started kicking in doors in the private quarters no one would quester her, particularly with her reputation. God dammit she was going to kill someone.

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[Candice McKaye]

By an inch. The knife had missed her by an inch. By now Candice could definitely be considered a nervous wreck. Thankfully, her prayers had been answered and no one else had gotten in the elevator, so it shot straight up to her floor, though it felt like a slow eternity to her. How could she have been so stupid? Kyla Tolmie. What the hell was she thinking. She deserved to die now. "No. No i don't." She told herself in a very shaky tone. 'Yes I do.' She thought miserably as the elevator doors dinged open finally.

She bolted down the hall towards her quarters, fumbling for the key in her pocket along the way. She smashed the key into its hole, turned it quickly, and flew inside her room, shutting the door as quickly as possible. She knew Kyla would be on her way soon and then things would definitely get ugly. What should she do now? Call for Seamus? No. That was a pussy move, number one, number two, she would have to explain the whole thing to him and that would take too much time, and number three he would probably think she deserved it as much as the rest of the world did.

She knew Kyla would be coming for her. She knew that if she hadn't caught the elevator, she would be flying up the stairs like an angry ghost on crack (if that was even possible) and Candice would die soon. At least she was no longer on speaking terms with her mother or the rest of her family because of the whole unknowingly being a sister to her boss so she wouldn't have to say goodbye to them at all.

[Kyla Tolmie]

With a firm kick the door to the private quarters area was opened and slammed against the wall opposite. Kyla breathed heavily, her chest heaving as she glared down the hall, just catching the tail of some familiar blonde hair flicking into a room, the door of which was very quickly and abruptly shut. That was her, and Kyla had murder on her mind. She stomped down the hall, faced the door and considered what the girl on the other side was thinking.

Then she realized she didn't care.

She rammed her shoulder into the door. It creaked and cracked. She rammed it against the door again. It cracked some more, the wood giving way. She was not a heavy woman, her weight didn't accomplish much, but she was strong and durable. One more heave against it and she knew it was ready. She stepped back, then took a firm step forward and gave the door a hard kick, causing it to slam open so far it actually closed again, but the lock had been broken so it creaked open against afterward.

Kyla shoved it open and stomped forward, gaining momentum. With a solid leap she threw all of her weight against the woman, throwing her off balance and causing the two of them to fall onto the bed. Kyla grabbed the woman's wrists and twisted them together to keep her from resisting with one hand while the other hand flicked and produced one of her many many knives. She slide the blade to the woman's throat, their faces together as Kyla looked deep into her eyes.

"No one ever talks back to me you goddam slut. I'm going to enjoy this more than any kill I've had in the past few days. What do you have to say before I cut the words out of your goddam throat?" she hissed and growled simultaneously.

((I had permission to tackle and whatnot. :3 No powerplaying here!))

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[Candice McKaye]

And then there were two. Candice had expected this. She heard the poundings against the door and expected that quickly she would be in a world of hurt, if not in the world at all anymore. She backed up to the foot of her bed, stopping abruptly as the back of her knees hit the mattress. Simultaneously and in one swift motion, the door swung open and she was on the bed, knife pressed to her throat, mind racing, and heart pounding away ferociously in her chest for the last few seconds she was going to be alive.

"....out of your goddam throat?"

This was it now. She was going to die. And the last thing she would see before dying is her own superior smiling maniacally down at her. Great. Where was her amazing brain function now!? She was always known for her crazy plots to swoop in and save the day but when it mattered the most, when SHE was the one under the chopping block (quite literally), her brain was pretty much unraveling and leaking out her ear.

Or not. Candice's breathing became a little more deep as she pressed her back into the bed to gather air in her lungs for what she was about to do. She felt a little confused, and sure she was going to die anyways because the plan that had somehow, stupidly formulated in her brain was a very shallow, desperate one. But nonetheless it was worth the shot. She was glad Kyla's face was so close to hers because otherwise it would have been impossible, but now it was her best shot.

Candice prayed once more that when she lifted her head ever so slightly to press her lips against Kyla's, the blade would not cut into her throat, and she also pleaded mentally that Kyla would feel gracious enough to not let the blade still slide against Candice's throat. She brutally held on to the hope that this would work. 'Please, please, please kiss back.' Weird. She never thought she'd be praying for that from a girl.

[Kyla Tolmie]

Anger, passion, they were both the same in certain situations. In this case the intense anger fed into passion and despite the urge to slit the girl's neck, she was a rather good kisser. Enough that Kyla figured she'd keep her alive for a bit longer, if only to get some enjoyment out of the bitch before bleeding her. And hey, maybe if she was good enough Kyla would let her live.

So when she felt Candice's lips against her own she withdrew the knife and gave it a fling to the side, the knife embedding itself firmly into the wall nearby. Taller chicks were not typically her cup of tea, but a lay was a lay and the rage was quickly filtering elsewhere. She kissed back, Candice was saved. But now she'd have to perform and the way Kyla kissed back would be enough that she'd probably be able to read that.

That, or she could read it by the way Kyla's hand began to roam Candice's body. As she kissed back she kept Candice restrained by her wrists as she had before, but her other hand which had previously been holding a knife began to work its way down Candice's side to her waist, her fingers gripping the hem of her shirt and lifting it enough that she could slide her hand under, feeling along her skin.

Candice wasn't off the hook left, Kyla was notorious for being able to produce a knife whenever she needed one and quicker than the eye can see. She'd have to play along to say the least.

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