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Offline Loyola
01-05-2021, 02:58 AM,
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I know your Don, and he wouldn't mind
Ride to the train station is not taking a lot of time by the feel of it. Almost falling asleep as she lazily observed people and cars on the stress, crafts in the sky. Trying to guess and imagine where and why they are rushing so fast. Usually, she's just like that, rushing for the business and consumed by it, wants she or not. Soon it will become easier as she plans to resign from representing Loyola's family so her mother can run things directly. Maybe it will become a little easier, but she will never be free, she will be forced to serve a grand design, created and coordinated from afar. Maybe it will make sense of visiting a mother, she must be doing great as Enma dealt with all of the annoying things that happened to the cross the interests of her family. Maybe her mother will be disappointed to hear it, there have been high hopes for Enma and her supposed talents. But she feels like she never met these expectations.

Maybe there was potential, even if there was potential, Enma just feels that her limits are reached and she has done everything she could for her family and for Malta. Many things turned out to be an outright failure and went to massive disappointment in people who she considered friends and trusted her back to. She would never question her own decisions, thinking that she performed her best in any given situation. But now she just feels like her days are gone and nothing can be done about it. This is strange, she is a relatively young woman, but she feels like life is over or at the very least that it's stuck for good.

Only now she realized that she's already outside the car and now walking by the train station, pulling out her communication to check what train she needs to take and which seat is hers, it surely stopped her from self-digging, at least for a time. Checking her pockets and taking some deep breaths of relatively fresh air, she pushes some people along the way. Her shoulders and the body, in general, are not very good at pushing people, but still, work pretty well if timed right and hit someone who does not expect it. Few of them would swear, only causing her to smile. Right now, she for sure looks like shit, and she barely expects someone to recognize who she actually is. But none of them will likely want to mess with her once they learn who are they are dealing with.

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Checking up her pistol in her inner pocket once more after finally reaching her place. Checking if her communication started charging, noticing that the window is a little dusty and is not very pleasing to watch because of it. It almost looks like she will have to kill time with her communication or sleep. She really doesn't want to think about stuff. The main meltdown is maybe behind her, but troubling thoughts are not going anywhere. Lightly slapping her own cheek, she's trying to concentrate as everything is getting blurry for a moment and memories are reaching her out again. Then her look falls on the other passengers, how hard she wants to pull out the pistol and click a head or two. Seeing their silly brains flying out of their skulls and getting things dirty for some cleaning lady to take care of hours after. Blood everywhere might be even a bigger problem for them. Thinking about it makes her smile for a moment, then she would not believe that she can be that angry for no reason.

Eventually deciding that it's better to focus on the communicator, Loyola decided to figure out where that train is even heading by actually studying the nn-ticket. Pico Maria mountain? That's actually not good, the place belongs to Soriano, the ancient rival of Loyola. She might be finding some troupes in her ass there. Maybe get off the train halfway there? Or even right now? She wouldn't kill her that's for sure but detaining is certainly within the realm of possibilities. Loyola is now a rich family once more and will be able to pay up, but does she really need to take such risks? What for? Waking up in the bad mood is not a reason to do something stupid.

She could not be fucked getting off the train now that's for sure. She feels tired or been exhausted and that chair is surprisingly comfortable. The air is a little too cold for Enma's liking and she ordered a blanket through the local service console. As per usual it will take a few minutes before it arrives. Finally, she managed to calm down, and once she covered herself with a soft blanket her eyes would close as if on their own. She falls asleep, as she's heading down to her rival's territory. It's unlikely that someone will recognize her as is, but shall there be an ID check... oh, this is going to be interesting.

Enma would not sleep too deeply, from time to time hearing things around her and a clear distinct sound of train moving. Some snippets of conversation commoner's conversations turning out to be much more interesting than she would expect. Maybe they are all lucky to have such a simple life even if they don't insane amounts of money as she does. But that shade of thought would soon evaporate, at the end of the day they are all losers who would dream to be in her position.

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Malta is not exactly a beautiful planet and even a simple rock known as Pico Maria and a small lake by the side is considered to be a tourist spot. But to even reach that, non-members of Soriano have to pass the guard at a considerable distance before the rock itself. Very sleepy, she would almost crawl out of the train as ending station was announced. Yawing and rubbing her eyes, quite hating the sunlight at the moment, Enma is trying to look around. The whole place was just sad, at least parts of it with public access. It looks like nothing around here had any investment, except for security.

Enma is still in doubt if it's worth risking and trying to pass through the guards to reach out to the lake and see the peak from a closer distance. Maybe she would not even consider this if this place wasn't so deadly boring. It looks like all the fun is beyond the fencing and guard posts. But whatever she decides, she needs to wake up properly first. Reaching out for the closest place to order some shitty coffee, there's a little hope that something this cheap would even help. Maybe if to drink more than one cup, try to compensate quality with quantity? Is this how it works? As she finished the second cup, it was like she's finally waking up. It took enough time to check the news and recent messages on her communicator, nothing changed much in the world, she would be surprised if it did, it was just a few hours.

Taking a deep breath and sighing heavily, she finally braves to approach the guards. She doesn't really count on her pistol, they are many with the assault weaponry, even if she gets super lucky, there's no chance of winning this firefight if it actually occurs. Silently pulling out her NN ID and ignoring the guard's greeting at first, answering a moment after with just a weak smile. One of the guards would scan her ID and then look closely at her face. His voice is deep and his tone is commanding, somewhat annoyed, and hateful.

— Loyola scum? What the fuсk you are doing here? --he pauses, it looks like he did expect everything but to see her here, he would laugh shortly, enjoying himself-- Don't tell me that you actually expected that we would let you in here? Turn around and piss off!

Enma would only roll her eyes, and then roll her head, not being stressed as she would expect. In fact, she is calmer than ever before in recent weeks. Looks like the confrontation is what she needed to make herself feel a lot better. Looking as arrogant and confident as ever, she enjoys her tone of voice as she starts speaking.

— I know your Don, and he wouldn't mind. Things have changed and we are not really competing anymore, but I suppose that his guard dogs wouldn't know. Do you think he will be happy to learn that his newfound friend was not even allowed to visit this place? You know, I'm afraid to imagine what's gonna happen to you, we are talking about millions of credits worth partnerships.

It almost worked, as the guard hesitated and went talking to his friends about the whole situation. It was so easy, and Enma is almost celebrating her victory, but the very expensive car just drives up to the post. And of course, this young punk Juan Soriano, cousin of Don, was the main passenger. Guards instantly approached his care, pointing at her and explaining something. Soon the care would open and even more armed men, now following Sorino, would approach her.

— Who are you trying to bullshіt here, you stupid bіtch?!

That would loud, Enma was just about to reply as he pushed her onto the ground, then after grabbing her hair and squatting next to her, he slowly pulled out his golden pistol and forced the barrel into her mouth. If he wanted to kill her he already would, so Enma wasn't really afraid for her life, but that's just awful. She only raises her hands up, trying to look as weak and innocent as possible.

— If you will cross me one more time or will try to bullshіt our men, I will actually fuсking kill you. Do you get it?

He pulls his golden pistol out of her mouth, showing the side of it that is shining under the sun. It would print into Enma's memory, that shіt's beautiful, even if belongs to such bustard.

— Do you see that? I will kill you with this. Now get the fuсk out of here, before I changed my mind.

Juan stands up, kicking her into the belly before getting back into his car as guards would just laugh. Enma would slowly start crawling away, the kick was painful and it cut out her breath for a time. Now she looks even more shitty. Once more pulling out her communicator after finding the bench, she's looking for the closest place to stay. One would be right behind her shoulder. It's strange that she didn't notice quite a large "Hotel" signboard as she walked here. Calling her people so they prepare to meet her at the neutral territory.

Oh, the revenge will be sweet. She thought to herself, as she was cleaning the dust off her clothes.

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Gold - by Loyola - 08-17-2020, 03:27 PM
RE: Gold - by Loyola - 01-05-2021, 02:58 AM

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