I was Killing Before Killing was Cool.(OPEN)

[Jonathan Glatman]

The thing about being a SMILE member, is that you really don't get time to yourself... Especially if you're a 56 year old capturer who all younger members seem to be waiting for to drop dead... All in all, if you were Jonathan Glatman, then you didn't have much personal time at all... And this was one of those days...

A grin stretching his ageing lips, Jonathan sat outside an old, closed down cafe, his white SMILE uniform stretching across his somewhat overweight body and his ray gun on the rusting, previously silver table in front of him while a white hip flask sat next to his ray gun. Every so often, the greying haired man would pick up the flask, unscrew the top, gulp down a couple of mouthfuls of drink, and re-screw the top on.

His grin stretched a little more as he saw a young mother across the road run a little while staring at him. Her lips were pulled into a frightened smile and Jonathan knew, if he wanted to, then he could get her into the institute for not smiling enough... But he saw the six year old girl that the woman was tugging along and decided against sending the woman to her death sentence... The six year old was grinning at him, and Jonathan raised a hand and waved at the girl as her mother yanked her into one of the houses and promptly slammed the door shut behind the six year old...

Looking around once again, Jonathan's lips pulled more, and seemed as though they would crack at any second, while he watched the various people walking around... He enjoyed it, to be honest... He enjoyed watching the public's reactions to him... Especially with the ray gun on the table... Everyone seemed a lot more alert... It was almost funny...

A dry, hacking laugh broke out of Jonathan's throat and he began coughing from previous years when he would smoke his way through 20 cigarettes a day... Eh, since SMILE Institutes, Jonathan had stopped that particular habit... It seemed that they didn't like people smoking inside the building... So Jonathan had stopped. He had preferred to make a rather small sacrifice as opposed to being a citizen or a member of the Rebellion...

[lucy]

She was so stupid, why the hell had she come here? She should have known better! Her mother had always warned her; don’t go back to the city. But there she was sneaking down the streets as she stole away from her old house. She’d lived there for seven years before, the day her mother had taken her and stole away into the night. Her father was killed in the scuffle a single shot to the head from her mother’s smoking gun.

Though she did often wonder whether or not the house was still intact, whether or not her toys and books were still in her room. She just had to know. She’d be careful she was always careful, nimble and agile she was a lot better than any of the other members (or so she liked to think). However the approaching footsteps didn’t register until she darted around her ray gun at the ready.

[Jonathan Glatman]

Jonathan had been looking around for Rebellion members, after that mother and daughter had gone, and he saw a girl. She didn't look like a citizen, and she wasn't smiling, either. Jonathan stood, grabbing his gun and hip flask, and he moved to follow the girl. He paused while he watched her before he followed her and saw her again. She turned, her ray gun ready, and Jonathan did the same.

"What do we have here, then?" Jonathan asked, his lips pulling into a mean and sadistic grin before he took a step forward without much care. His knee almost gave out, thanks to Brandon Napier's shot just after Napier and a woman, Clark, had escaped SMILE, and Jonathan pressed a hand against a wall softly. "Seems like a Rebel." He spoke then gave a dry, hacking, slightly manic laugh and he stepped forward some more. "You shouldn't be here." He said, his lips now pulling a little more and his lips seemed as though they would crack, again, while he watched her. Now he was curious...

((The shot is in Get up and Go.))

[lucy]

Lucy Rolled her dark chcocolate eyes as she kept her aim steady. She wouldn't be afraid to shoot, the only problem then would be hiding his icky body. Frowning darkly she followed his every movement and thought perhaps it had been a bad idea coming out to the city. But then she thought , what was the world without a little thrill seeking and if this is how she was going to get her kicks, tormenting SMILE members who sure were past it then Ray was going to take every chance she got.

She sniggered at his taunt.
"Oh I don't know, a SMILE rat?" she said giving his status as dissaproving look her calm town laced with plumby posion. She also did her best to keep the frown that was engraving itself across her face.
"Maybe I just like the city." she retorted "No wait- that would be a lie..."
She chuckled darkly.
"So go on haven't you got some rebel disposing Protocol to pull?" she asked "Gonna radio in to your bosses, I'm sure they'll give you a little pat on the back and tell you your a good boy." she spat keeping her gun raised.

[Jonathan Glatman]

Jonathan laughed that hacking, almost dead, laugh again. She had obviously never been caught by a SMILE member... Maybe she should meet Napier or Clark... They'd be able to tell her what happened at the point that they got caught... Instead, he shrugged, grin still in tact, obviously not bothering to show even a little fear of her.

"You've never been caught, obviously." He said and took a somewhat uneasy step forward, though it was only uneasy due to his knee almost giving out under him. Maybe he shouldn't be doing this? Maybe he should leave, get someone else to get her... No... Someone like her? No chance. Anyone else would do worse to her than Jonathan would, probably... Except for the women in SMILE... Who knows, though... A couple of them might do worse...

Not saying any more, Jonathan's grin turned nasty and revealed his rotting, brown teeth. His almost dead looking eyes seemed to shine a little at the thought of capturing this, particular, Rebellion member. Maybe it was just that he wanted to scare her... God knows, worse would happen at the Judges...