Delivery #1 (Lilith)

[Adrian Taylor]

~After the brawl between Adrian Taylor and Scott Manor a few days ago, the homeless man that was hired to record the whole incident found himself walking through the SCW Towers. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going, but Adrian had given him specific directions to find a couple of suites in this building. The first suite on the old man's list belonged to the woman named Lilith Creighton. He personally didn't know who the heck that was, but if he was going to receive his money for all this hassle, he was going to have to follow Adrian's orders. He walked into an elevator, hit the correct floor he needed to go to, and waited as the doors closed. Once the elevator had reached the floor he needed to be on, the old man walked out and continued down the hall.

He passed by a few guys and girls that were in the hallway. Eventually, he found the right suite that he was ordered to go to. With one envelope containing a DVD of the battle between Adrian and Scott in hand, the old man raised his other and rapped his knuckles against the door. Then he awaited an answer from inside...~

[Lilith]

Ugh....

Sound, sound hurt. Her head throbbed. Pain, everywhere. And yet... another night, of no sleep. Ever since she woke from her coma, she hadn't been able to sleep. Her body would go through phases of fatigue and pain, but no sleep came to her. Life passed so much slower without the respite of a true night. She throws a glass against the back of her front door, shattering it. Slowly she rises from the sofa, draped in a bed sheet and a matching set of Ivory panties and a bra. She slowly shuffles her way to the door. A hand keeping the sheet up around her, another against her forehead. Burning up. Was she sick? No... no, it must be something else. Maybe another migraine. Fun.

.... This had better be fuckin' Jesu-

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Lilith simply stares blindly. Her eyes do not blink as they cast themselves down upon the... 'Man' standing in front of her doorway. Ohhhhh this was CUUUUTE! So because she went on a God-Rant last night against Adrian, he sends a beggar to her doorstep? Was she supposed to clothe him in Silks and maybe carve up a Lamb for good measure? Did the tower let him in because of some self-imposed sense of guilt? Or cause the Giant Hat-Country to the North had a holiday this week? Lilith grinds her teeth, rubbing her forehead and eyes. She steps back slowly, to avoid being poisoned by whatever this -THING- may be carrying.

.... I'm not generally what you'd consider a -nice- person, and I... I'll be honest with you, I'm having a real -- REAL hard time not wanting to PURGE YOU from the face of my Planet. So..

So you have to work with me here...

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A long, loooong moment of silence passes as she finally snaps her neck up, dropping the bed sheet while she raises her hands up. Her fingers extended and threatening with her sharpened nails outstretched.

WHY on Earth would someone with SO LITTLE risk the last thing you could -technically- consider your own in being a 'Life' by disrupting me?

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And so help me if the next words to come out of your mouth, are;

"Spare some change" or "Have you heard the Word?" Cause I already HAVE my own Religion, and you are NOT one of my salespeople bub.

[Adrian Taylor]

"Erm... Heh... Heh... Umm..."

~The old man tried hard not to blush and grin at the sight before him. Really now. She dropped her sheet to reveal the undergarments she was trying to hide? Was this some kind of trick on him? Did that Adrian fella trick him into doing something he was possibly going to regret? It had been a loooong time since he's known the touch of a woman. Really long time. It was like a little extra added bonus on top of the incentive he was promised for completing the task given to him. Someone up above must like him 'cause he could swear he was looking at a beautiful angel in front of him. With that perfect pale... No. No. No. This was supposed to be a delivery. Nothing more, nothing less. He didn't know what the connection between this woman and Adrian Taylor was. He didn't want to know after what he was forced to witness. He didn't want to make any wrong moves for fear that he could end up like Adrian's brother, 'Scott.' If that's what Adrian does to his own flesh and blood? He didn't want to know what he'd do to a complete stranger.

The old man simply shook his head. Returning back to reality. Remembering what it was he had come her to do. So, he leaned forward and handed the woman the envelope. Then the old man said...~

"Don't shoot the messenger. I'm only here to deliver a package specially addressed to you. The sender said, you'd know what this was about when you see it. Oh. And um... He said... Something... What was it...? Oh, yeah. He said... Next time you send someone to hurt him... Watch this and think about the damage you've caused."

~The old man just nodded, thinking those were the words that Adrian had told him to say. If not, it was close enough. Something in his gut told him that he was going to have to get as far away from this building as possible after these packages were delivered. All Hell was probably going to break loose and all he had done was ask a person if they could spare a few bucks to buy an elderly gentleman a hot meal. What has he gotten himself into?~

[Lilith]

A quick snort, a low growl leave Lilith's lips. She shakes the envelope once before SLAMMING the door shut firmly. The little 'message' given with this drop off, clued her in somewhat. She had assumptions, but it wasn't something she really wanted to focus on. She slowly walks over to the flat screen television hanging in the front room of her suite, bending down somewhat she rips the damned envelope open, and pops in the contents. Grabbing the remote, she shuffles back over to the sofa. And...

Play.

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Within seconds, Adrian appears on screen. And seconds later, Scott's in view. The image she had assumed, becomes very clear within her mind. She smiles somewhat while watching on. Oh my...

.... A comic book store.. That's precious..

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... Are those Hulk Hands.....

A series of laughter begins to boil within Lilith. Slowly rising up, the antics of the two Men on screen. She begins laughing out loud as she sees a 'Genuine Captain America' Shield used as a weapon. It was really the straw that broke the camel's back. Lilith holds her head in disbelief, a wide grin plastered across her face. The carnage and violence unfolds, the shakiness of the 'camera man' and his poor aim shine through. And almost all the while, her mind keeps running back;

... He should have used Charging Star.... HAHAhaaaaaaaaaaaah... !

It had escaped her in the first glance, so she hits rewind...

.... Son of a bitch even used the Hammer! Hahahha... Ahhhhh fuck, this is priceless.... I should have given the old bastard money for delivering this...

The climax quickly approaches, and indeed the inevitable happens in Lilith's mind. And some poor fool is thrown out a window. In this particular instance, the poor fool, played by Scott. Is not so much thrown, as Speared in twain by Adrian. She'd watched it all. And the glorious hint of Manor wanting some back payment for impending bills. This was quite amusing, quite amusing indeed. Lilith hits stop on the remote, giggling a bit somewhat, she stands before heading into her bedroom. She would need to get changed, this would be VERY amusing. It was clear Adrian was 'sending a message'...

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So she needed to give a reply, naturally.

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~+30 Minutes Later+~

Lilith emerges from her suite, Ivory lace and leather adorns her body, her heels clipped in Silver lined ruffles. A pair of shorts connect down to a single legged stocking. Trimmed highlights, and leather clasps connect it up past her shorts, to a leather & lace blouse tied together by stripes of vinyl. A long coat flutters down from her shoulders and neck. Her hair tied down in a French Braid, and sunglasses covering her eyes. She was a vain person by nature, the lack of sleep was bolstering the fuse. She locks her suite up tight before heading down the hall with a spring in her step and a smirk on her face.

.... This is going to be fun~


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-Checkmate-