|
|
Post by Vincent on Aug 30, 2010 16:00:13 GMT -5
Linx yawns as he rolls out of bed, rubbing his silver eyes wearily. He rises and stretches, grinning despite himself as his back pops several times, his knuckles cracking above his head. He dresses himself after shower and shave, taking a look out the window of his small apartment while munching on some toast. Night had fallen, and the moon was rising on the horizon. He steps out his door, locking it behind him as he heads deep into the city, looking for work, and general entertainment. He was dressed in his usual attire, more to deter rather than show off his physique. Black combat boots with black cargo pants tucked into them, only under armour for a shirt with a leather jacket over it, and a black military style cap to top it off. Beneath his jacket he had his forty five and combat knife, and various utilities on his belt. He liked to be prepared. more than a few eyebrows were raised at his passing on the crowded and brightly lit streets of the club and bar scene,and he sort of understood it. He saw no good in himself really, or understood why people were attracted to him.
He stood at six foot four in his boots, his body tall and lean. A powerful and fast build, he was more than a match for any human, which in his mind was the only race out there. His body had been shaped and honed by ten years in the military, and he still carried around him an air of confidence, his stride even, eyes level and calm. Silver hair was cut short, military style, eyes of the same colour roamed the street, taking it all in. His arms swung casually at his sides before he tucked them in his pockets, unsure of where he wanted to go. He'd been a normal civilian for a few months now, and was so bored with it. He sighs to himself as he walks along, wondering why he'd been retired forcibly, and where he'd be able to find a damned job to keep his meager lodgings, and gas in his motorcycle. His military funded account would only last so long, after all. He sighs again, wondering why he had such terrible luck, and hoping that tonight, after these many long nights, might finally bring him work.
|
|
Isi Runasimi
Administrator Vampire
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
Posts: 4,088
|
Post by Isi Runasimi on Aug 31, 2010 18:01:45 GMT -5
ISI .{.EXECUTIONER.}. RUNASIMI   → SCORCHING THE BLOOD IN MY TWISTED HEARTI’LL BE THE THORNS ON EVERY ROSE ←
The day had gone perfectly pleasant for Isi. She had found the nest of a large kiss of vampires (about seven or eleven) and annihilated them. It was hard to kill them during the night but during mid day it was like taking candy from a mentally retarded child! And now she was ready to celebrate. She usually did not celebrate as such but she had found bank papers for an offshore account and had added a cool nine million dollars to her own account. It was such an easy job if one could stomach taking the lives of seven adults and their three or four children who were also dead creatures of the night. But Isi’s views were ‘dead is dead’. She couldn’t kill what was already dead. All she did was take away their physical manifestations.
Isi couldn’t keep the smile off of her face. Usually she had a permanent frown fixated on her face but it had been replaced by a smile she couldn’t erase. There had also been twenty-five thousand dollars, cash and some lovely pieces of jewelry. No artwork, which was a shame, but the jewelry alone put the neat smile on her face. The gemstones were back home in Isi’s hidden safe but the cash was cold in her pocket, just waiting for her lovely hands to spend it!
Coffee. Cream. Sugar.” Isi replied as she received a cup of coffee from a vendor. She wasn’t much for those ‘fru fru’ drinks from Starbucks or its competitors. The caffeine would keep her awake since Lord knows she had been up half the night planning and plotting and then up during the day killing and doing the Lord Almighty’s work. Reality and common sense should have kicked in and told Isi she could spend the money another day when she was more awake but adrenaline fueled her veins. She could go several days without sleeping. Sleep wasn’t a hunter’s best friend.
Isi pulled the change into her pocket without leaving a tip. She paid for the price of the coffee. Why exactly should she leave a tip to someone who was doing their job? Isi would have tipped at Starbucks or a restaurant, even a Cabbie but she never tipped the vendors. She wasn’t exactly sure why. As much as the Mayor and some citizens tried to believe, the vendors weren’t really the big pimple on the City’s face. The much more needed to deal with issue should have been at hand the large overwhelming homeless population. But it was easier to ignore the homeless than the vendors whose products smelled divine after a long walk. One day Isi thought the homeless would become invisible. Then they could rob banks and the tellers would only see the money floating. Isi chuckled to herself. She acted ‘silly’ when she needed sleep. The coffee would remedy that. It would ‘sober’ her up, though she wasn’t drunk. She hadn’t touched any alcohol, or at least not this week.
She closed her eyes after a long sip of creamy coffee (whoever said they liked it black is either a liar or has no taste buds whatsoever) and felt the caffeine rush to her brain. She instantly felt like she had more energy and could go on for hours more! Her eyesight straightened up and she was able to pay more attention to small details. Her back arched and her eyes watched in suspense a figure that just screamed ‘military’. It was just the way that he walked, the way he held himself, not to mention the way he looked that screamed military. She was unsure of ex or current military status but usually ex military men were CIA, FBI, NYPD or her favorite “private companies”.
All three organizations probably found some trace of her bullet shells somewhere while investigating an active crime. The last thing Isi wanted was to draw in the attention of such person. While the person passed her on the sidewalk she turned her head so the figure couldn’t see her face. It was a very coy move on her part. If the guy was good he would notice, subtly that she had ducked her face from him like a true professional who hid from the law. Not like an armature but a professional, a true professional. And it would be in his imagination since a pretty red haired thing like Isi did not commit crimes.
Isi hadn’t bothered to curl her red layered hair for the killing occasion but she had tangled with the straightener. Her hour glass figure curved over the pair of designer jeans she wore. Only a heiress, Isi deemed, would tell her pants were designer since Isi couldn’t tell for the life of her what the difference was between pants at Target. Yet, at the same time she still purchased them. She had so much money she couldn’t spend it fast enough. But it was a burden she would take on her own since she did not share! The shirt she wore was black with long sleeves; it hid her fair bosom since she hated revealing flesh. Her hands were gloved with black. Not the sort that had the fingers exposed but hidden. Her shoes were boots with five inches, black the way Isi liked her shoes. She also liked the added inches of height and how the toes were narrow allowing her to climb fences as quick as a cat fleeing from a dog.
There was also a mini-jacket, white which cut off and revealed her flat stomach. It was closed and hid the gun holstered on her left side. Inside her boot was a knife and in the other was an extra clip. Isi knew that if she had to use her gun she would need the extra clip! She envied gangsters, it was acceptable for them to place guns in their loose pants. Isi had to settle for hidden and in a holster. She did not have a permit to carry concealed nor did she have a permit for any of these guns. And if one saw the size of her knife they would want a permit for it also!
Isi took another sip of her coffee while looking and analyzing the people on the streets. Were they undercover on some mission? Was her money traceable bank notes? She had searched all the money for tracking devices and such but it had come up all clear. She was sure she had killed all the vampires. Had the one found her and wanted revenge by law enforcement? It was a silly idea but one Isi couldn’t ignore. Was the military man here for Isi? Doing some recon sort of thing. Isi followed him. She should have fled but that’s about as smart as getting a lawyer before the cops tell you what you’re in the interrogation room for. It wasn’t as if she was following him persay. She was just walking down the street.
→ LET ME BLEED YOU THIS SONG OF MY HEART DEFORMED ←
→ STARRING isi, linx
→ COUNTING 1165
→ LOCATION streets
→ WEARING in description
→ NOTES none
→ LYRICS none
→ CREDITS anastasia
|
|
|
|
Post by Vincent on Aug 31, 2010 18:36:02 GMT -5
The streets weren't nearly as packed as they were in the day, and for that he was thankful. Unfortunately it was still crowded, but it didn't bother him in the least. Too long isolated in the desert made one appreciate the finer things in life, such as the simple fact that other people did exist. His eyes roamed the store fronts, a light smile playing across his lips as his hair moved with the light wind, boots thumping along softly. Movement at a vendor caught his eye, one used to seeking enemies in the shadows, and noticed a beautiful woman turning her head. A brief flash was all he got, but it left a clear impression of beauty and strong will. An innocent movement in itself, but he had his doubts as to it. Perhaps someone that didn't quite get along with authority reacting to his military habits. Or well, it was to be expected, and not the least his concern. He continued along, moving easily through the crowd, but remained slightly suspicious. Something felt wrong, but he couldn't place his finger on it...
There! A flash of red in the corner of his eye, and he locked onto it. His head remained forward as he watched side long the reflection of the woman moving behind him in the store mirror. Again, innocent enough, but it didn't add up. True, it was possible she was merely traveling in the same direction, but he didn't quite believe in coincidence. As such, he stopped several times, seemingly window shopping, humming a light tune to himself before continuing on his way. All the while, his mind kept whirring. She was a professional, that much was obvious, but a professional what? Hitman? God knew he had enough enemies from the military days that'd like to see him dead. Thief? He didn't have much money on him. No, he'd trust his initial assessment for now, that she was a fugitive of sorts, reacting to his presence, and assuring herself that he wasn't after her. He shakes his head softly, stifling a yawn as he runs a hand through his hair, before stepping off the main street onto a lesser side road, heading into a late night diner, ordering himself a cup of coffee while he seated himself in the back booth, back to the wall.
He popped open a newspaper, angled enough that he could just see over the top of it to watch the door, but seem as if he was reading. He set it aside briefly as he fixed his coffee. Three cream, two sugars, ah the luxuries. Black was terrible, but drinkable when he had too. He returns to the paper, looking at the want ads as he sipped his coffee, eyes flicking to the door every few moments, waiting to see if his new friend might decide to follow him in for a confrontation, or if she'd be waiting outside for him as he left. It mattered little to him, he was confident enough of his abilities, and the weapons he kept on him always. He crossed his boots at the ankle as he settled down to wait, more than willing to test her patience. Hopefully he hadn't been too discreet, maybe she'd have realized that he'd noticed her and would just confront him,but he could sit here for hours if need be, and he doubted she'd like to remain outside as the chill of Autumn fell with the deepening night. It was all a game, one he'd played many times before, one he was sure he'd play many times again.
|
|
Isi Runasimi
Administrator Vampire
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
Posts: 4,088
|
Post by Isi Runasimi on Aug 31, 2010 19:47:08 GMT -5
|
|
|
|
Post by Vincent on Aug 31, 2010 20:11:21 GMT -5
He smiles to himself, continually humming as he leafs through the paper, going through a couple refills on his drink. "Must suck to tail someone at night, gotta be cold out there." he mutters to himself with another half grin. A half hour passed, and he enjoyed his coffee and a couple of pieces of toast he'd ordered to get something in his stomach, when the door opened and his eyes drifted upwards once more. "So, she decided to...what the hell?" he frowns, noting the new small package in her possession. A weapon? Possible, he supposed. She could've had time to dip off real quick, grab a weapon ad return to see if he was still here. But no, that would've meant she couldn't have kept her eye on the door to see if he'd left or not. More likely, she had been in one of the adjacent shops, picked something up to seem like she had a weapon. More plausible, and he'd have to take it as a working theory. Didn't mean she wasn't already armed of course, it could merely be a misleading ruse for any novice.
He allows the paper to dip slightly as he offers her a small wave, chuckling lightly at her surveillance of him. He indicates the seat opposite to himself as he folds the paper and sets it aside, taking a sip from his coffee and raising his brow in a questioning glance. He wouldn't directly address her and draw attention to the two of them, it was obvious she didn't want that, else she'd have stayed outside waiting. If need be, he'd draw attention to the two of them, but for now, best to play it safe. He takes the opportunity to fully take in her appearance. Designer or high quality look alike clothes, more than likely actual designer, so she had money. Tight fitting clothes, all black, indicated she'd use her appearance to her advantage if need be, and worked in the kind of operations that required a great deal of precision. Form fitting left less chance of leaving evidence behind, less likely to get caught on something or in security beams. Thief of some sort? Probably high value items, he'd take a stab at art, easier than robbing a jewelry store, considering most art galleries were like museums, and didn't have big glass windows that allowed anyone curious enough to stare into a shop, even at night.
Well, it was certainly shaping up to be an interesting night, perhaps there'd be some fun to have after all. He smiles and motions over the waitress, getting a refill on his coffee and some more cream to go with it, and stirred it in while humming. He did everything he could to reassure her he meant no harm, or any ill will. Slow and deliberate movements, hands always above the table, never staring at her to make it seem like he cared about who she was, nor looking about constantly as if seeking reassurance. He wasn't nervous, he didn't care, and he didn't want any sort of problems. He liked this diner, and didn't want to have to pay to replace anything that might get broken. He didn't exactly have a lot of cash after buying his motorcycle, just enough to put himself up in a decent apartment while looking for work. Oh well, it was something at least. He glances up at her once more, smiling lightly and shrugging as if to say, 'your call.'
|
|
Isi Runasimi
Administrator Vampire
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
Posts: 4,088
|
Post by Isi Runasimi on Sept 1, 2010 21:50:32 GMT -5
|
|
|
|
Post by Vincent on Sept 2, 2010 10:53:19 GMT -5
He shrugs in response to her question, taking a sip of his coffee. "Not you." he says, a smile flickering across his lips once more. "I'm actually out of the military and out of a job, the first part of which I'm sure you already guessed." he says, his eyes never leaving her face, yet remaining carefree and uninterested. He folds his hands together, stretching his arms up over his head and back, popping his back and shoulders. He stifles a yawn as the adrenaline fades from his system, resting his elbows on the table, hands folded in front of his mouth now. It was something of a security measure, hiding his lips when he spoke so that anyone tailing either of them wouldn't be able to read what he was saying. It wasn't much of an advantage, but enough to make him feel slightly more comfortable with the conversation. He pauses momentarily as he collects his thoughts, before stepping right into his little narrative.
"Now, as for why you were following me, I can hazard a few guesses. Ultimately it's because you're a likely art thief, noted me in the crowd, decided I might be after you or asking about for you, or because you did something more sinister." he pauses, eyes shifting from staring out the window where they'd drifted, locking back onto her own eyes. "Frankly, I couldn't care less what you do, what you've done, or what you will do. Is it my business? No, doesn't concern me, not my problem." he states flatly, wanting to end the potentially fatal line of thought in her head. If she thought he was after her, wanted to even kill her like some vigilante, it'd be a long and very bad night for him. "However, setting all that aside, I must admit I am curious as to what you do." he admits, smiling guiltily. He couldn't help himself, he had to know what it was she did for the confirmation or shattering of his own suspicions and guesses.
"My name is Linx, by the way. If it's any consolation, I'm only curious for my own benefit. I'd like to know how someone like yourself could develop such clearly advanced skills, without having been attached to the military or government in anyway, it's an intriguing little puzzle." he says, chuckling despite himself. He doubted she'd actually tell him, but it was worth a try. He pauses suddenly, blinking. "Oh, forgive me! I forgot your other question!" he says with a laugh, "I'm here on the hopes of finding a job mostly, other than that, I found the motorcycle I wanted, and drained most my account from what I saved in the military for it." he says, smiling at her despite himself. Perhaps he'd make it out without getting shot after all. Hey, there was a first time for everything afterall.
|
|
Isi Runasimi
Administrator Vampire
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
Posts: 4,088
|
Post by Isi Runasimi on Sept 3, 2010 22:50:07 GMT -5
Isi smiled when the military man said “not you”. Most people were under the impression that the American authorities were not allowed to lie. That was wrong. They could tell as many lies as they wanted to try and get the suspect to confess. The lies probably ranged around, “we found your DNA on the victim” when in fact the lab was backed and it would be months before they got around to processing the DNA on the victim. However Isi was sure the man was telling the truth. “So the Military chucked you poor out on your ass? – Typical.” Isi swirled the straw around her glass of root beer.
“Maybe I just think you’re attractive.” Isi laughed and replied when he was trying to guess a few reasons why she would be following him. He hit the nail on the head when he said ‘thief’ and ‘more sinister’. Of course the FBI wouldn’t be interested in a petty thief. They didn’t bother with the lower class ones, meaning to say theft of inexpensive paintings which they left to the local authorities. The FBI was only good at catching mediocre thieves. There were still plenty of good thieves out there who never managed to get caught. The thing about art was that paintings changed hands so many times and most of all the famous paintings in the world were obtained by far from legal means. No one can really justify by owning a three hundred year old piece. You certainly didn’t buy it from the painter. Most paintings went underground, bought by rich who knew they were missing from museums / private collections, stolen by thieves who knew that the theft would never be reported. Etc…Etc…
“What I do?” Isi laughed again. “Would you believe I’m just a boring paralegal for a small law firm? Boris and Smith.” Isi had been about to say museum curator but switched to paralegal and tossed around the name of a preexisting law firm. “What advanced skills do I possess?” Isi asked once more. She resisted the urge to frown at the words ‘military or government’. She had briefly thought of joining the military when she ran away from home but had she used her real name she would have been discovered as a runaway and dragged back home. Not to mention she never really enjoyed the idea of authority. Isi enjoyed her freedom.
Isi never gave away her name. If she must she would give out a fake name but she hated going through the process of creating new identities. If she gave away a fake name for a fake identity she would have to make up a new name and a new identity. It was just a very bothersome process! “I’m sure some private company would love to have you. They get a lot of ‘your types’. You know, ex military, big strong guys. I would say the money’s better too!” They gave you peanuts in the military, expected you to be happy for it. Then when you were of no more use to them they left you high and dry like a girl left holding a used condom with no telephone number in the morning.
|
|
|
|
Post by Vincent on Sept 3, 2010 23:59:46 GMT -5
He chuckles, taking another sip of his coffee. He didn't believe her for a second, no para-legal would have skills like hers. "An interesting analogy to be sure, but accurate none the less. Pretty crass for a para-legal." he says with another half smile. She was good to be sure, and she'd earned a lot more damn respect from him than most people he'd met in the military. If they'd had ten, hell five, soldiers like her on his squad, he'd have been a happy fucking camper. Instead, he'd been slated with recruits fresh out of tech, still too green to really even know the procedures and not screw up when they looked at him. Typical US Government, fucking cheap bastards. He sighs mentally, letting the old frustrations die away as he turned his eyes back to his temporary companion, turning over the rubix cube of a problem she presented. He hated problems.
"As far as finding me attractive goes, you'd have better luck selling a jet engine to a homeless man." he says with a chuckle. "May as well answer your other question while I'm on a roll. Advanced skills are harder to pin down, but I've got a few I think. You're an expert tracker, damn good at infiltration and stealth. An exceptionally skilled liar as well, and excellent at reading people." he pauses for a moment to finish out his coffee, scrutinizing her as he does so. "Other than that, probably just the skills associated with what I believe you really do." he says with a shrug, leaning back in his seat with a smile. He studies her for another few moments, before deciding to respond to her final comments about private sectors looking for someone like him.
"And yes, private sectors are always looking for highly trained and equally skilled individuals such as myself, especially with a military background, but most don't actually appeal to me. I have a set of moral standards and codes I live by, and if the company isn't in keeping with that, I don't bother with them. Probably the very reason I was forcibly retired." he says with another shrug. He leans forward once more, spreading his hands out to the side and shaking his head. "And to be perfectly honest, I don't care what you do. It doesn't affect me, it doesn't bother me, and as far as I can tell, you're not an evil, heartless bitch trying to kill every person you can find. If you were, yeah, we'd probably have a problem. As it is, we're just two people with different lifestyles, doing our best to be acquaintances. As far as I'm concerned at least, dunno bout you." he says with an attempt at a reassuring smile. He was terrible at reassuring. Spec-ops, wetworks, stealthy infiltrations, he was good at, excellent even. Reassuring? Not so much.
|
|
Isi Runasimi
Administrator Vampire
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
Posts: 4,088
|
Post by Isi Runasimi on Sept 4, 2010 17:46:53 GMT -5
“If I didn’t know better I’d think you were insulting my profession.” Isi joked. “We paralegals have to be pretty crass if we want to keep our jobs. Though I suppose there are enough lawyers in the world to work for. I once heard that Washington has twelve lawyers per person in terms of ratio.” Isi shrugged. She took a break by sipping her root beer. For reasons unknown Isi had only found root beer to taste attractive just recently. It tasted despicable to her years ago when she first tried it. She wondered if she would also find Dr. Pepper agreeable since she tried it years ago and found it absolutely disgusting. The waitress arrived with Isi’s sandwich and French fries. She muttered something noncommittal at her and left the food on the plate before she replied to Linx’s other statement.
“You obviously hadn’t heard about the homeless man who had one million dollars in a dirty mattress found after he died?” Isi replied. First the man had become a problem. The city had to of course bury him, in a pauper’s grave of course. But then it became a problem and the city ashamed when it argued what to do over the mans million dollars. “If I was so good then how come you spotted me?” Isi said almost ashamed. But she was actually quite happy to be praised. She felt… pleased that someone besides herself had noticed how many skills she had. Though of course she had a few more: expert shot with both up close combat and at a distance and she could hold herself in a fight with men who weighed three times as much as her. It was more brains then brawn in that matter since all one needed to do was find a weak pressure point.
The smile on Isi’s face was probably chilling. It wasn’t as if she went out of her way to kill fellow humans but if they sided with a vampire they must be killed. She couldn’t risk them going to another vampire master and describing her appearance. Then there was also the fact that young children could be created into immortal beings. Though they may have the general appearance of a child their mind was much older and far more advanced. She thought briefly back to the individuals she had killed. They had put up virtually no resistance because of the daylight. They were weak ones and could not rise before the sun had set. It was then that Isi thought something fleeting, something crazy. What if she were to offer this man a job? She worked alone but it would be nice to have some company. This man already knew what he was doing in terms of fighting and recon, or should. Though the only question was if he would succumb to the offers of a vampires immortal powers.
“What would you do if I said something extremely crazy and then offered you a job?” Isi asked.
|
|
|
|
Post by Vincent on Sept 4, 2010 20:16:36 GMT -5
Said something crazy, then offered him a job? He had to laugh heartily at that! "I'd have to say it'd sound like old times! Military did it, and my old friend did it back in high school." he says with another laugh. He smiles at the waitress as he orders another cup of coffee, sure that he'd want it for this. It would have to be good to hear afterall, he could only imagine what it would be this time.
Well over ten years ago, it was protecting people from local gang hits, stopping suicides and general protection details. The military? 'Oh Lukien, we found an Al Qaeda weapons cache and training cell, we'll give you three guys, go clear that out for us will you? Oh, hey, we need you to take this guy out, local guerrilla rebel leader heavily armed, cop killer rounds, full auto machine guns, stinger missile launchers the usual. Hey Lukien, be a good little soldier and scale this cliff face in the dead of night in a rainstorm, break into a pyschopathic megalomaniac's mansion and steal this documents.' He quickly stirs in his cream and sugar, taking a long draw off of it, before leaning back and looking at her appraisingly.
He waits a few moments before sighing, "Oh alright, I'll bite. I'm interested. A job's a job I guess, but I'm in no way saying yes right now. I'll listen to the details, and if I don't like it, no deal." he says with a light smile. He'd probably take it no matter what at this point, he was hurting for cash, and he needed to do some repairs on his bike, pay the rent, and get a cell phone so people could actually contact him. Besides, how bad could it be?
|
|
Isi Runasimi
Administrator Vampire
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
Posts: 4,088
|
Post by Isi Runasimi on Sept 4, 2010 20:44:28 GMT -5
Isi paused for a few moments. She took this opportunity to take a few bites out of her sandwich. She opened up the bottle of ketchup and poured some on her plate. “I really don’t know how to say this without sounding crazy.” Isi laughed as she gave the bottom of the ketchup bottle a pat. Isi then removed her leather gloves to eat. They wouldn’t soil her sandwich but the oil from the French fries would be almost devastating to the expensive gloves. There was no need to wipe any fingerprints from the ketchup bottle since Isi had tapped it with her gloves. She placed the gloves to her left hand side, next to her parcel.
“It’s not quite so easy to explain. If you say no. I’m not sure if I can let you live.” Isi said it very matter of factly! There was a nice pickle which gave off a crunch. As the food settled into her stomach she tried to remember the last time she had eaten. “But…. I’m sure if I show you then you won’t think I’m insane and would actually enjoy helping me. What if I offer you five thousand dollars a week? Don’t worry. It’s nothing illegal.” Isi replied, “If you don’t get caught.” She said in a very low, low voice under her breath.
Isi would have to take Linx out of this restaurant, find a vampire and then put several bullets into the vampires head. Then they could watch the body turn into dust. Or, preferably Isi could drag a vampire out into the sunlight without putting a bullet through his head. Because if she shot a vampire then it would be hard to restrain Linx until the sun came. “What do you say we leave this joint? Come with me and I’ll show you what I do. And if you don’t want to help me I’ll give you five grand for your time anyways. But I’m sure once you see what I do you’ll want to work for me.” Isi shrugged.
|
|
|
|
Post by Vincent on Sept 4, 2010 21:02:54 GMT -5
He cocked an eye brow, noting her odd movements with the gloves. Interesting, not conclusive of anything. Legal if he didn't get caught? That sounded ominous, but meant his work would be legal. ...sorta. He was busy taking a sip of his coffee when she told him five grand a week, and that nearly killed him! He did his best not to choke, but his eyes widened noticeably, and he had to clear his throat, and gave a small cough as he set his coffee down.
Death threats were nothing new, and he was sure he'd be able to hold his own in a fight, though he really didn't want to test that! He mentally calms himself, steeling his will. A fight didn't start with punching and kicking, it started with researching and knowing your enemy. He pauses a few moments as he watches her, draining his coffee and placing some money on the table, sliding out of the booth.
"Well then my unnamed benefactor, shall we venture forth into the night?" he says with a light smile, offering his hand to help pull her up in a show of chivalry. He had to admit, she'd caught his interest, and he really did need the cash. "Don't worry about sounding crazy, I'll work with what you offer me, and I'll make sense of it. It seems based on what you've said, that it's not so much the job that's crazy, rather it is the description." he says before pausing for a moment to answer her earlier question, "Oh, and I caught you earlier because I'm not like the rest of the mindless masses, and I know what to look for." he says with a brilliant smile, beginning to warm to her, and quite enjoying their vocal sparring.
|
|
Isi Runasimi
Administrator Vampire
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
Posts: 4,088
|
Post by Isi Runasimi on Sept 6, 2010 18:56:15 GMT -5
|
|
|
|
Post by Vincent on Sept 7, 2010 0:13:27 GMT -5
He notes her actions with the straw, but lets it go. It was unimportant anyway, he was more concerned about a job, and being able to live! He quickly tallied it up and decided it'd be more than enough to live comfortably, god only knew what he'd do with the excess. He pondered it, making plans already. He needed some new gear that'd help him with odd jobs...aw hell, he wanted some cool shit he'd probably never use!
He snaps back to reality with her question of transportation. "Hmm? Oh, your car is fine. No point in wasting money on a taxi. Besides, Cabbies talk too much, I have a hunch it'd be bad for our purposes." he says with a light smile. He follows after her easily, noting mentally a few things he would have to buy. New clothes for starters. Other than his old uniforms, he had maybe two outfits, nothing formal even. Some shoes would be good too, he only had a couple pairs of boots.
As they reach her car, he stops and whistles lowly. "Godamn! She's a beauty! I'd bet this thing nets more than I earned in half my lifetime! Whatever you do, sure is lucrative." he pauses for a moment before sliding into the passenger seat, wishing he had gloves to not mark this work of art. "Almost feels sacreligious to touch it." he sats with a grin, reclining back, hoping he wasn't getting in over his head.
|
|
