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Post by Dina Doo on Oct 10, 2014 17:55:22 GMT -8
Two figures slithered through the pale light of the moon like snakes, the shorter of the two trailing obediently behind his master. Golden light met with silver as ahead of them, a structure rose, laughter and faint music coming from the building. A bar. “Hah,” the taller man chuckled, a smirk curling his lips. “Smart of him to want to meet here. I could go for a drink… How about you?” He asked, glancing at the figure standing behind him. The young man started at his master with a gaze that could only be described as clouded and alert all at once. He remained stoic and still, waiting for his neck over.
“Tsk, ‘course you wouldn’t, dog. Need you sober for this, if we get the job.” Without glancing back at the young man, the master took a step forward, only to pause when he heard footsteps following close behind. He whirled around, brows lowered in irritation. “Stay out here. Hide or something, don’t let anyone see you. Alright? You damn well better come back when I call you, got it?”
The slave nodded and turned, only to dart away, leaving his master to fulfill his order. With a smirk, the master turned and headed off to the bar.
The bar was busy by the time he had arrived, nosy and half full of patrons who already couldn’t see straight. Perfect. There was no need to be careful or secretive. Not that this was a clean area, not with prostitutes fawning over the men who paid and others discussing the business of slaves. Typical. With a small smirk, the man glanced around and unable to find who he sought, he found a seat for himself and ordered a drink, musing to himself as a rather attractive waitress passed him by. This bastard better not keep me waiting…
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Post by clouds just clouds on Oct 10, 2014 19:14:55 GMT -8
Anger burned him hotter than before. Gods, what a situation that had turned into. Not even a week between shots and that bastard had done it again. Every time he slipped out of control, he did something terrible--like set slaves free. This time, though, this time, they had a whole batch. A beautiful one with slaves that would have been worth a lot. His nostrils flared as he stepped into the bar.
It smelt like alcohol, burnt food, and suspiciously of sex. With his lips curled in distaste, and immediately he saw who he was looking for. Stomping across the bar, he plopped down in a seat next to the man, his eyes burning. "I want him dead." He spit fire immediately, at least he had the sense to keep his voice down.
"I took the kid in, and after all these years, he caused trouble. I warned the little shit. He's gone and we can't find his tracks, but I trust you to do that." He took out a ziplock bag that held a scarf and threw it out him. "How much?"
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Post by Dina Doo on Oct 10, 2014 19:32:03 GMT -8
"Price all depends on what the job requires and how it's done," the man muttered, taking a break from his beer to examine the scarf. "That includes method of death, disposal of the body, all the nasty work you and I don't have time for." He smirked. "Plus a little fee for any additional serum that may need to be given. That shit ain't cheap. We're looking at at least (insert amount here.)" The man took a small sip of his beer before sitting back. "Of course, instead of me being the one to send the dog out, you can always rent him. That way, I won't be in your way and you can handle this all yourself. Renting is (insert amount) cheaper than just having me send him out. Or not. Whatever. The job will get done either way because you've come to the best of the best. Kid'll find him regardless of who sends him out. So, what do you say? Just tell me we gotta deal and how you want this to be executed."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Oct 10, 2014 19:59:05 GMT -8
The man breathed through his nose and clicked his jaw to the side. "I want his death incredibly painful. I want him tortured." Leaning back, the man crossed his arms and glared at the one across from him. The price was painful enough, but his anger told him it was worth. At least renting cheaper. With his mouth twisting, "I'll rent the bitch, but if he takes too long, I swear to all the gods I'll hire a hitman on you." Swiping a tongue over his lips, he glanced back out into the bar and let his mouth twitch. "Just tell me his serum schedule." Cloudy is guessing that he has rented from this guy before.
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Post by Dina Doo on Oct 11, 2014 6:52:03 GMT -8
The man rolled his eyes at the threat. "Don't worry, the dog'll find him, alright? He gets dosed every other day, or once a day depending on the amount you use. Pay me what you can now and I'll bring him over and we'll all be on our merry way." The man sat back again, smirking even still. Yes, he was quite confident in his little dog's skills. The boy had never let them down before. Why should this job be an exception? It wasn't. He was going after some kid who had been under the serum for quite some time too. Not someone of significant importance or skill. "Don't worry, he'll bring you the kid's head back on a spike if you want. He's done this before."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Oct 11, 2014 10:12:16 GMT -8
With an angry grunt, the man pulled out a couple of bundles of money before handing them over to the other. "This should cover down payment. I won't pay you full until he's dead, how I want him to be." With fire in his gaze, he sneered and crossed his arms. "Are we going to meet the bitch outside or in here?" He cracked his neck and glanced to the side. "I would also prefer if you keep this entire exchange under the table. You'll understand my reasons." His eyes fell to the beer in the other guy's hand and vaguely thought that it sounded good.
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Post by Dina Doo on Oct 11, 2014 12:12:37 GMT -8
"We can meet him outside where I told him to wait. Come on." The man stood, setting his money for the beer down onto the table before trekking away. He didn't wait to see if he was followed before heading outside, only after grabbing the money the man had paid. Since there were still patrons hanging out in front of the bar, the man decided it was best to conduct the rest of this meeting adjacent to the bar, one where crates rested silently against the building. Since there was no one around now, it was safe to call for his slave. "Oye, dog! Get over here."
Only for the young man from earlier to reappear atop one of the crates. He appeared much like a cat, crouched and ready to pounce. The skygge's tail twitched, those dull yet alert eyes darted over to the man that had perhaps followed his master. "So, satisfied?" The master muttered, glancing over at the other man, if he had followed. "Think you picked the right one for this job?" Of course he was being smug.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Oct 11, 2014 14:12:32 GMT -8
Grudgingly, the man stood and walked after him. In the darkness, his pupils widened to see better in the darkness. With a small, unhappy twist to his mouth, he followed the other. His head turned to the side, examining the darkness only to flinch slightly when the young man seemed to pop out of nowhere. When the man turned his gaze back to the skygge, he looked at him as if he were a nice car that he was renting.
"He'll do," the man grumbled, not wanting to feed the other's ego. Searching through his pockets, he brought out a picture and lifted it so that the skygge could see it. "You see this guy? This is your new target. When you find him, you're going to make his death as painful as you could make it. Torture him."
His eyes flickered over to the man. "It's possible to send him this minute, right?"
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Post by Dina Doo on Oct 11, 2014 16:28:10 GMT -8
"'Course it is. I can send him out right now if you want. He's already been dosed up." The man glanced over at the skygge, his smirk gone. "You heard the man. Come back here by the end of tomorrow if you don't find him by then. Well, get going, dog," he barked. "This kid needs to be found now!" The skygge pounced at the order, hopping off the crate, only he never landed. Instead, the skygge disolved into the shadows, slithering away. Off the slave went, leaving behind the two men in search of his target. Oh yes, the assassin was on the move again. And he wouldn't come back until the job was done.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Oct 11, 2014 17:48:00 GMT -8
In the midst of the dark night, he wasn't sure what exactly he should be feeling at the moment. His stomach remained to be hollow, reminding him that he hadn't eaten for a while. Without any real purpose, he walked through the forest. Earlier that day he had gone through a small town, but it was too much for him. Even with such a small amount of people, it felt disorienting. Especially since he didn't know how to correctly respond to anyone, nor to the smiles anyone flashed him.
There was one thing he knew for sure, though. He couldn't slow down, less he wanted to get caught. What he did fine curious was that he wasn't afraid to get caught. In fact, he was indifferent to the entire thing, other than the pain that would come with getting caught.
Surely they wouldn't allow him to have such an easy death (who ever "they" really were).
His eyes searched the darkness with motor-memory, and soon he stumbled upon a small dirt road. Despite his better judgement, Rick followed the road until he came upon another town. The lights were dim, and he knew that he was in the quiet part of down. Pressing his lips together, he searched his pockets and only came across a few weapons, his lock-picking set, and other miscellaneous things. No money.
With a crumbled brow, he continued through the quiet streets. It seemed to be in the dead quiet of night. Even a bit eerie with not a single living soul--or so he thought.
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