D9 Riots: Town Square
Jan 12, 2020 12:54:03 GMT -5
Post by Tom on Jan 12, 2020 12:54:03 GMT -5
Jordan Temple
Jordan Temple.
Son to two gang leaders, twin to an eightieth tribute, and the last remaining Temple in Nine. The tables have turned now and he's no longer the same kid with a smile on his face or the belief that the world was a good place. That image burnt up with Maxwell's death in a sea of gunpowder and grief. He's no longer surrounded by love, but instead death follows his every step now. Blood stained hands, metallic glare of two guns, and the heat of a burning building reaching his back sends him back into reality as his shifts the barrels with his thumbs, letting the next bullet be ready.
It's bitter.
Oh so fucking bitter.
Snow's cackling from wherever he resides. A desk with white roses on it as he probably stared through a camera watching Jordan Temple's rise to something else. If he's to die here, this would be enough for his voice to be heard around the country. Enough for the rise of something, the rise of a rebellion made by him. A martyr of sorts to become something more than just this mortal being, but he's not going to die here. No, he's got more things he has to finish. The zither plays and a pot slams into a hand as Jordan points and steadies himself to aim.
"You are going to die here, recruit."
Teeth gritting as he tastes blood in his cheek from where he's been biting it.
"Hope killing a Delacroix was worth it."
The smell of gunpowder and roses fills his nose as he imagines the one and only Cornelius Snow standing in the recruit's place.
"I'll make sure you both die here."
Click. Click.
"Your blood will be the spark."
Fire.
(Shot One at Sergeant X. Banuelos)
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(Shot Two at Recruit P. Ashcroft)
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