Owner	Pose
Jackie Estacado	Jackie takes his time chasing his quarry through the city and then down into the tunnels. Pierre de Lulz is the name he goes by. It's obviously his hacker name but the French con artist isn't that good at escaping the consequences of his very.. very stupid mistakes. Stealing from the Franchetti crime family AND Selene Gallio. He had originally approached both organizations for loans that he never had any intention of paying back. He even put up a deposit on both loans to convince them both to lend him five digit figure loans. He would have made off with quite a profit... if he'd been smarter. But how smart does a man have to be in order to swindle some of the leading masters of swindling? Organizations that do this very thing every day which MUCH greater skill? Pierre desperately tries to pick the lock on a service gate that will let him escape into ancient service tunnels but Jackie is getting closer. It's not long before he is cursing, shaking, his back pressing into the gate's chain link door. He knows that Selene is probably not far behind Jackie and that he will have to deal with both of them. He can't help but feel that he probably sold his soul for a month of luxury. Jakie laughs, clapping his hands melodramatically for a few seconds, "Pierre, Pierre, Pierre.. you know how to run, you know where to run, but your execution sucks. Maybe if your associates hadn't abandoned you, you wouldn't be in this situation. Or better yet.. and here's a brilliant idea.. don't try to con the devil himself.. or herself in this case. You didn't just rip off the Franchetti family, my blood.. you had the nerve to rip off SELENE GALLIO!" He smirks, putting his arm around the man, "Look calm down. We just want to talk to you. She'll be here in a minute and we just need you to tell us where the money is, how much you have left, and where your associates ran off to." He holds up a finger, "Nah ah.. not yet.. you don't want to explain all this twice. I'd offer you a drink but.. ya know.."
Selene Gallio	The darkness of the tunnels below are not exactly Selene's cup of tea. That said, it's also not a place she fears... but dank? At least it isn't very loud, unless a subway train is moving by nearish to the location. Tracking Pierre with magic would have required some manner of material or item of his, but tracking Jackie is far easier due to his nature. Almost ridiculously, Selene starts walking into the sevice tunnel in just a fur lined black coat, some short boyshorts and a pair of knee-high black boots with heels. She's definitely not dressed for the sewers, but she is the Black Queen, and must live up to her reputation. "Clapping? Really?" Selene mentions as she steps in something and looks down at her feet and shakes her head, "You know, long forgotten are the days when a goat would be spilled across the foyer so that your feet could enjoy the cleansing, delicious feeling of walking through blood. All just to make you feel at home." As she gets closer the limited light down here makes her presence much more noticeable, "Pierre, I bet you are feeling a bit like a goat right now. Sad, but true. Now, my friend here is interested in money, but I believe... yes..." She pulls out a gold tinged piece of paper from... seemingly inside of her coat, but it definitely could not fit, unrolls it, "Yes. Your soul and your first born child's soul..." Turning to Jackie she smiles, and chuckles a little, "I do not know why people sign these things. Truly, you must be an idiot to do so."
Jackie Estacado	Jackie shrugs, "What can I say? I love the dramatic effect that applause provides when congratulating an idiot on his worst idea ever. As for signing over your life away? Well people get desperate. Our friend here was clearly a very desperate man." He looks at Pierre with a grin, "Isn't that right you snail shit guzzling nerd? Now this can be easy for you, just tell us in your best English what I asked you to tell us. I'll repeat it again if you were too busy pissing yourself before: Where's the money? How much is left? And where did your associates get off to?" Pierre's French accent is thick but understandable, "It's.. it's gone.. it's all gone God save me.. I spent it. Big purchases.. and as for my associates? They have the rest of it.. there's fifty thousand left between them.. Look they abandoned me. I.. I don't know where they went! They took their shares and fled! We had no more reason to stick together because the.. operation was over." Jackie laughs, "Operation? Who the hell do you think you are?" He doesn't mind being seen as a mere brute. In some ways it serves him well, especially in his line of work. He turns his right palm upward, two finger gently pressing into his eyes, just enough to grip him. Pierre starts to scream, "Now you made me get rough with you.." He snaps the lock off the gate door with little effort as The Darkness starts to manifest itself.. just a bit. The tentacles don't come out but that shadowy armor of his certainly does. Pierre is in the presence of two evil beings beyond his comprehension. Jackie lifts the man up by his eye sockets and drags him into the tunnels, "I think the three of us need a bit of privacy at this point. It could have gone a lot easier for you.."
Selene Gallio	Although Selene can speak every language on Earth, she allows Pierre to be bullied into speaking English. As she rolls up the sheet of paper it pops away from existence as the darkness starts to grow in Jackie. "Your choice of words is rather... particular." Selene mentions in the direction of the mafia man, but she does not say anything else while he talks and then Pierre responds. Instead she's looking at her nails, those dark dark glossy nails. Kept youthful and healthy by absorbing the life energies of innocent people, and she off handedly says, "I need another girl. This one, she definitely did miss a spot. I suppose her brother now will just have to die in front of her, and then I will give her another chance. After that though, she's already lost her parents, and her brother, there are no more family members to lose really. And I definitely need to get this fixed." As she follows after the armored man, she starts to follow along and she reaches out into Pierre's mind, dragging from it the images of his associates. She's pulling from his memory all the details though she tells no one. After all, torture is fun to watch and she's not going to miss it. "Fifty thousand dollars is all that is left." She grimaces a little bit, and looks to Jackie, "I suppose you can remove a limb, or two. One arm, one leg, then we can make the joke that this deal cost him, an arm and a leg." She snickers and smiles at that, "No matter how many times I do that, the joke always gives me a sincere chuckle from down deep."
Jackie Estacado	Jackie is used to blood literally being on his hands, which is a good thing because Pierre's eyes are bleeding profusely as Jackie digs his fingers in deeper, "Better to enter Heaven without your eyes than to get thrown into Hell.. eh Pierre? But let's be serious, it wasn't just your eyes that caused you to sin was it? You used your fingers to type away on that laptop of yours, your legs and feet let your run from us, and your hands carried the stolen cash. Your tongue made you lie when you promised to repay us.. but hey! What do I know? Being a stump in Heaven can't be all that bad right? But how are you going to play your harp?" Jackie's hands manifest claws as he drops Pierre on the ground, "It's always hard to decide what to take first.." He digs one clawed hand into Pierre's thigh and stomps on his chest, "This won't kill you, but it's going to hurt. We won't let you bleed out anyway.." He starts to slowly tear off the man's right leg, "Never met a canary who didn't like to sing but.. you were probably dropped as a child judging from everything else that's wrong with you." Pierre's screams are only heard by his tormentors. No one is coming to save him, "All you have to do is tell us the truth.."
Selene Gallio	It doesn't really take much for Selene to watch, she's been tortured thousands of times, and she's tortured others far more than that. She watches and walks up to crouch nearby the man who's screaming. Watching his face as Jackie starts to claw and tear at the man. "I really like this crease." She brings up a finger and drags a nail along Pierre's face where from his opening of his mouth the skin wrinkles a bit, "It is very dignifiedd. You should be proud..." A squint of her eyes as the pain suddenly makes Pierre go limp. Looking over to Jackie where he's starting to tear off the man's leg, she hmms, and then wiggles her fingers a bit as she looks back to Pierre. His head lifts up and his eyes come back wide awake. "There you are. We can not have you going unconscious on us. You will not die, and you will certainly no longer be able to go unconscious." Reaching out she dabs her finger in the blood trailing down the poor man's eye and then puts it back to her mouth where she licks off the blood. "A little too much eye in there for me." Leaning close, she whispers into Pierre's ear, lower than what Jackie can hear, "I already know what you can tell us. And I know... that you have no idea where your partners have gone. Best think up something, or be a bit more convincing." Pulling away she stands back up and steps back a few steps to watch Jackie.
Jackie Estacado	Pierre knows that there is no point in trying to convince Jackie of the truth. While Jackie does indeed hear Selene's whisper, he just grins, the thrill of tearing a man apart limb from limb far outweighing any care for efficiency. So what if Selene already has her answers? Pierre's pain is his punishment, not something that he can be spared from regardless of the answers he is given.. that is until Selene sets the boundary. Well it was fun while it lasted. A sound of bone snapping off precedes Pierre's mind finally breaking. Desperate to stop the pain he starts to squeal at Selene's behest.. .."FINE! I know where they are!! They went to.. to.. Cambodia! Yes!" Jackie finishes tearing the man's leg off before he finally stops, tossing the appendage on the ground while Pierre starts to literally cry, screaming for his mother, "Yeah I heard Lady Gallio advising you to squeal something.. anything to get the pain to stop. But see the thing is.. this is my family getting our pound of flesh from you. She has her answers now and I got my blood. But your pain is just starting because.. I have no further use for you. Normally you'd get nailed to the train tracks over there so you can wait for your car to Hell to arrive but.. Miss Gallio here probably has a use for you. You see you didn't just steal from my family, as you well know, and she hasn't gotten her pound of flesh yet." He sneers as the man continues to scream and cry. Turning to Selene, "He's all yours. I bet he's already wishing he'd never been born.."
Selene Gallio	Waiting for the limb to be torn off, Selene nods, "Cambodia? Not... convincing. Who goes to Cambodia this time of year?" And Selene shakes her head, "We will certainly need to work on your ... well, ability to speak convincingly. You really need the confidence." Turning her head to Jackie before she turns back to the man on the ground, "Very well. If you are finished." Moving closer, crouching again, she moves close to Pierre before giving him a kiss on the cheek. Blackness spreads from her lips, trailing out, causing a horrified but paralyzed expression as the man can't move and screams silently within his own mind. The kiss lasts only a few seconds, but the blackness spreads through Pierre's veins quickly, even to ooze out a bit from his torn leg before stopping the bleeding. Then she pulls away and as she does, the blackness seems to stick to her lips, pulling out of Pierre and then into her lips. It's like she suddenly put on the darkest lipstick, and her tongue comes out to trail around those lips, and pulling the darkness into her mouth where she sighs out with a bit of a, "Oooh, boring life. Well, not to worry Pierre. You will find plenty of work securing my networks, and making sure that all this... computery stuff is handled. Now, crawl back to the surface, and do not get hit along the way." Pierre starts to reach out to the side, dragging himself along the ground. His eyes seem to glow with a shadowy darkness, his leg no longer bleeding but certainly not back, as he reaches out and pulls, digging nails into the ground, grabbing onto whatever he can. This is going to be a long and painful process for him. To Jackie, Selene wonders, "How much did he owe you? I will make sure it gets into your accounts."
Jackie Estacado	Jackie replies, "We capped him at $90,000 total. His down payment was $20,000 which is why our loanshark thought he was good for it, even with the interest. But that was probably every penny he had. He'd have been better off trying to rip off some credit union or something.."
Selene Gallio	Laughing a bit, Selene mentions, "That is all?" And she clenches one hand, then opens it up to reveal a few gold coins and offers them in the direction of Jackie. "These should appraise for multiple times that amount. I was just happy enough to watch his leg be ripped from his body. And, for, not killing him. I can always use extra thralls. Never know when some extra hands could be useful." She smiles in the direction of Jackie, "At some point in time, if you wish to talk about your more shadow realm nature, merely ask. I am always curious to see who carries what these days. You know how it is, things get... moved around, and you lose track."
Jackie Estacado	Jackie nods, "Pleasure doing business with you Miss Gallio. The Franchetti family is grateful. And this?" He looks at his clawed hands, "It kind of.. runs in my family you could say. Father to son."
Selene Gallio	With the comment, Selene nods her head a bit, "And to you for finding Mister Pierre. It would have taken longer had I waited on one of my other minions. They are not the brightest of things." And giving over the gold coins to Jackie, if he takes/wants them, Selene starts to steam a shadowy darkness from her skin, wisps of it coming off of her, "Do not have a boy too soon then. I am certain we will meet again." And she becomes nothing more than a shadow before vanishing from sight. Clearly teleporting away. The entire time you were in her presence you could probably have sensed the millions of lives that she carries with her. None of them allowed to leave and go to their rightful ends. Instead they are trapped, within her very being, their lives and deaths all contained, constantly relieved, horrified in their inability to escape. She, on the other hand, has not even a shimmer or a smidge of a vision about when she will die. As if there is no future where she is dead. But then, she's gone.