Crimes of passion -Yaoi- Open and FULL again!

[I_Eat_Your_Muffin]

Making its way into the bar was a rather unusual being. It stood around 5 feet 7 inches tall, had long black-and-red hair, and the most unusual crimson eyes. 'It' was Allisteir Gibbons, hacker extraordinaire. His skills were legendary (to him, anyway), and he had yet to meet anyone who could hack into his own system. He had a nickname, around crime syndicates who were in need of his skills. 'I.T' was how he was commonly known. Luckily, nobody had found out his true name. Or, at least, he assumed so.

Making his way into the bar, Allisteir had to swerve to avoid some people. A few minutes earlier, his apartment had been ransacked by a gang who, needless to say, wasn't so happy with his hobby. That is, to say, I.T had gotten bored, and had hacked a few computers that, in truth, should not have been hacked. Just for fun, he had messed with the cops and had switched their police reports with rather crude photos of...well...things that should not be viewed in an office setting. Allisteir couldn't wait to see what could happen.

Taking perch upon a bar stool, he took his laptop, sleek and white, out of the holder at his side. Setting the machine on the counter, he opened it, his usual screensaver coming up to greet him. As he waited for the laptop to load, he surveyed the building from where he sat. 'I've never been here before...should be interesting.' he thought, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a hair tie, and didn't hesitate as he whipped his long black and red strands into a loose ponytail.

[x Paper Gangsta x]

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× This is My Last Resort... ×

× Suffication, no breathing... ×

× Cut My Life into Pieces... ×

× × ×Kiseki Kokoro

Kiseki smiled at the man who ordered water. So simple. He poured crystal-clear water into a glass and set in on the counter for him. He then glanced at another man at the counter with his laptop out. "Would you like a drink?" He asked softly, smiling to him. Each person here was different, but something made them similar.

[princess_gone_dark]

Ryan
Never a dull moment

Sitting in his booth Ryan could survey the whole bar, he noticed two more people walk in. A guy who had blackish hair that he didn't recognise, he knew he would if he had met him Ryan was that sort. I.t. a man Ryan had worked with on some previous occasions then walked in and sat down. Ryan looked over to the one of the head crimme bosses in his corner, he saw the look on his face and baby that was not joy. Ryan finished his drink and gestured with his glass for the waiter to come over. He wanted a change of drink. While he was waiting for 'hotpants' to walk over he noticed that the guy who was or rather had been wearing a clown suit had taken it off. Underneath he looked young too young to be in a bar. What did Ryan care though, he guessed that tonight he would be doing something fun.

Jumpstart myheart, burn on through the dark poison in my blood.I will come undone.

[emoplushbear]

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Amato looked at his watch and relized he had to go now or be late for his pickup. He sighed and stood up as he placed his jacket back on, holding onto his head instead of putting it on yet. He walked over to Kiseki and handed him a card with some money attached.
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"There's payment for the drink, it was really well made." He gave him a smile as he placed the umbrealla from his drink in the boy's head. "I have to go now, but if you ever need anything, my number is there. I'm basically a delivery boy." He let another smile sneak out as he walked over to the man sitting in the shadows.
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"King, is it? I'm a delivery boy. If you ever need anything quickly delivered under the radar, I'm here," he said to him, placing one of his cards on the table. He smiled again and headed out, placing his hat back in position and heading into the darkness of the citty Ally ways.
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[I_Eat_Your_Muffin]

"Hm?" Looking up from his laptop, Allisteir reached into a different pocket, pulling out a small case. Inside, his glasses were held. Simple circles, with a frame cast in silver. He gave one of his more polite smiles to the bartender, nodding gently. "Do you have any coffee?" he asked, taking his glasses out of their case. If there was anything the hacker needed, it was a strong, dark cup of joe. Putting on his glasses, he got a better look at the bartender. His eyes didn't linger, but he gave a mental nod of approval. The kid wasn't his type, but he did look good in what he had on.

His glance shifted as he noticed movement in his peripheral vision. One person he vaguely recognized. The blond, he was more wary of.

[x Paper Gangsta x]

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× This is My Last Resort... ×

× Suffication, no breathing... ×

× Cut My Life into Pieces... ×

× × ×Kiseki Kokoro

Kiseki took the card along with the money and nodded. He smiled at the man on the laptop. "Yes, I'll make you a cup once I come back." He placed it into his corset and scurried back over to the white haired male. "Hai? Did you want another drink, sir?" He asked, tilting his head. So many men kept pouring in, he noticed a blond had come too. That would be his next stop after this one.

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[princess_gone_dark]

Ryan
Never a dull moment

Ryan glances up when the waiter comes over to serve him Yes May I have something filled with alcohol and that is different from this one please " He then looks back over the room he notices a cop not one he has met before. He wonders what a cop would be doing here at this time of night.

Jumpstart myheart, burn on through the dark poison in my blood.I will come undone.

[x Paper Gangsta x]

xxxx

× This is My Last Resort... ×

× Suffication, no breathing... ×

× Cut My Life into Pieces... ×

× × ×Kiseki Kokoro

Kiseki nodded, knowing what drink to make from him. "I'll make soon, sir." He flashed another smile before he scurried to the blond cop's table. "What can I get you, sir?" He asked, smiling once again. Boy, was his mouth going to hurt by the time he gets home. He leaned on his right leg, placing his hand on his right hip. He was getting tired of running about, he didn't get to eat his vegetable tempura yet.

[x Paper Gangsta x]

xxxx

× This is My Last Resort... ×

× Suffication, no breathing... ×

× Cut My Life into Pieces... ×

× × ×Kiseki Kokoro

Kiseki blinked at the man before smiling. "Hai!" He said as he ran back to the counter. He began preparing another male's drink while the coffee was being made. After a while, he set a cup of hot coffee by the man at the counter with tiny cups of creamer and sugar. He brought the alcoholic drink to the white haired man and finally set another cup of coffee by the blond. He gave him little cups of creamer and sugar before returning back to the counter. He started to nibble on a broccoli tempura piece.

[SatiricalAngel]

And it’s so easy when you’re evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I’m evil

Alexander “Alex” Kerberos

Another surge of customers poured in; Alex recognized most of them from one job or another. The dark haired man was another freelance gun for hire that he’d almost shot during a gang war the other month. Alex remembered thinking it was a good thing he’d moved out of the bullet’s path, he’d been planning on inviting him to get a drink afterwards. Of course, his employers turning on him and trying to back out of their fee via a submachine gun had put a damper on any such plans.

He’d never met the long haired man with red highlights in person, but from the description Alex guessed he was that hacker, I.T. There weren’t many hackers working for the gangs that lived to tell about it afterwards, so it was a safe guess. Alex’s eyes narrowed; he’d gotten “tech help” from I.T. over the Internet one time they’d been working for the same guy and his laptop blue screened before leaking his plans to snipe a government official all over the interwebs. Alex grinned nastily, now seemed like a perfect time for payback.

Speaking of people whom he needed revenge on, Alex recognized the blond who walked in last as a cop. Cops in general didn’t bother the assassin, they had their jobs and he had his. However, busting the guy who was supposed to be paying him mere seconds before he could deliver the cash and causing him to spend it on bail money had been a waste of time and two perfectly good bullets. He’d never see a bit of cyanide in his coffee coming a mile away.

But public establishments were considered neutral territory so revenge would have to wait. ”Bartender!” Alex called with a sharp wolf whistle. ’I’ll have another one of those drinks, slightly drier. Thanks babe.” He leaned back in his seat, stretching with a silent yawn.

And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need.

[Porichi]

Ğєη∂σ Чαмą∂α © σƒ ℓιƒє

"Sir the meeting is in 20 minutes!!! Where are you?!"
Secretaries... fun creatures to play around with.
"I'm walking."
"WALKING WERE!!!! I'm picking you up right now! No way in hell are you ditching this meeting! Not again!"
Stressing them out is like sucking on a piece of candy.
"Please... indoor voices."
"Mr Yamada! This is important. Please for the love of christ get back here at the head station."
It's quite dandy.
"hhhmmmm... let me think..."
"No Thinking! Get down here!"
But sometimes their over reaction can get annoying
"Nope! now if you'll excuse me I got some searching to do."
"Searching for what!-" Click.... beep... beep... beep.
And thats when you cut them off.

Now should one search till the end of the earth for some peace. Well hell that would be very nice. Yet Mr Gendou Yamada here knew that such a search would be pointless and a pointless search is... well just pointless. But gendou hadn't always been a cop... nor had he always been "good". He'd been a bad boy... hell he still was, but he cleaned up his way. A little. Only a little. When I say little I mean REALLY little. Really...

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The bar's cluttered today He could see it now. Poor sweet innocent Kiseki being played with. Exciting?... mmm perhaps. No officers uniform was a good thing not to wear... but it's not like others didn't know his face. He had the papers and news broadcasting to thank for that. So having no glasses and a long coat with a tank top and blue pants on... well lets just say it was an excellent sight to feast ones eyes on. Having no glasses was a plus. Because even though he said he didn't need them. Gendou couldn't see for s**t without them. So glaring was a natural reaction. He knew the owner... playing a "twin" wouldn't be such a bad idea... like anyone would believe him. But having a "second" life isn't so bad either. Playing the part to fit into it. Well it was just like being undercover.

The bar was cool yet hot from all the body accumulation. As he had foreseen Kiseki running around like a rat on a wheel. Was there noone here to help him. Damn the b*****d that owned the place... he could deal with him later. Flash some "bad record" papers in his face. How the hell could his mother sell this place to a guy like him. Then again it kind of made sense. Gendous mother being the previous owner to the place, not to mention a cop/ commander cop at that, allowed him to kind of come and go as he pleased. "Guess it can't be helped." Gendou figured he'd have to help the little guy out. Not only that he found some peace in being someone he's not. Dog tags clicked around his neck as he hung up him coat before entering behind the bar. "Yo Kiseki! I'm gunna take the back end alright." He turned and then took another look at kiseki. He finally realized how SHORT his shorts were. Remember, no glasses = bad eye sight = glaring. "Kiseki!! Put some longer shorts on before you get eaten!" it wasn't like Kiseki was "his" but god damn it he'd kill anyone who tried. Kiseki was cute.. like a puppy. Possibly to cute. Made gendou want to be protective. If kiseki was a puppy then gendou must be the shadowing protective wolf.

Babe calls... well those are sweet and all, when called to kiseki which all of them where being to, but to many seem to get on him nerves. Jeez how did kiseki deal with that? He got the person in front of him water. Hey he was a cop.. cant judge a person by his tastes of liquid. Shoot maybe he just came for some action and wanted to be sober. Drinking water in front of people though... interesting strategy. Wiping up a drink that was as dry as an elephants rear end, he slammed it down on the table glaring at the person... Only because he couldn't really help it. The mans only trying to see... plus a little irritation might cause some bad vibes. Not like everyone know that though. "Drink." and as plain as that he walked away. Poor gendou... cant tell the floor from the table. Yep that's the thing he ran right into.. the table. Who else's table but jack king. Like a cop want to see a gang lord while he's off duty. "AW s**t!!" He grabbed at his hip. Yeah it really hurt. Right when the edge hits the bone.



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[princess_gone_dark]

Ryan
Never a dull moment

Ryan was starting to think that maybe the bar had a special night tonight, crime was in there tonight and so were a few cops. He looked up and notice that cop Gendou, Ryan had the chance to meet with him yet. He laughed to himself when he hit into the table of the king. His laugh grew louder and louder, until some of the 'normal' people were looking in his direction. At this moment Ryan's phone decided to ring. "Mr Trinity here how may I help you?" He never offered his name in calls, liked to getting a feeling of the person before divulging this information." Hello sir I need a job doing, when can I meet you. Ryan opened his bag that he had been carrying around with him. Opening his diary and placing it on the table he looked at any free time he had this week. "I don't know my schedule for this week, let me see if I can juggle it around and get back to you. No need to ring me again on this number. I'll ring you." With this Ryan put the phonne back into his pocket.

The smell was getting to him and he was thinking of leaving, but he didn't as Ryan wasn't sure if anything was going to go on with this amount of criminals in a room with two cops. Even though Ryan knew for a fact one was bent. Ryan got up and walked over to the bar. He then sat down on a seat looking at the crowd. From here he got a better view.

Jumpstart myheart, burn on through the dark poison in my blood.I will come undone.

[SikFox]

Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭

"I told you, I do not deal vith svindlers."
Chilling blue eyes glared at the man in front of him dressed sharply in only black. The hustler wasn't even trying to hide that he was doing something illegal, which made him a new guy. And new guys either learned fast, or they wound up dead. This guy's future wasn't looking too good when he pulled out a small switchblade on Vektor. "Look, kid. Just hand over the weapons and you can leave with your life, k?" he asked almost nervously. The corner of Vektor's mouth twitched only slightly when he heard the word 'kid' pass through the man's mouth. He obviously had no idea who he was.

The day had been going good. It had been quiet and there was even some under the table business at a local club. He made money, bought himself a bottle of his favorite brand of whiskey, and was just heading back to his territory. His dealings often led him far from The Chained' playgrounds. There was better pay the farther away you could stray. So, shouldering his violin case filled to the brim with firearms, knives, and small explosives, Vektor wanted to retire back home. But one last job had grabbed him into an alley. At first, the Russian thought this shady guy was joking. But when he began to ask questions that the other man didn't have answers to, he realized that this guy was just some newbie with a deathwish. And this was where his day had ended up so far. Vektor, unamused by this man's threats, sighed heavily through his nose, shaking his hair from his eyes before setting the man with a weakened look.

"Look, I oonderstand that you've got money problems. Everyone does nowadays. Doesn't mean you can pull knife out on me. Here. Put it avay and I'll show you vhat I've got in ze case, okay?" He pulled the violin case off from his shoulder and the man seemed to nod his head, foolishly flicking his knife back into it's sheath and into his coat pocket. Honestly, they just didn't train new guys like they used to. Vektor took a step forward, dropping his case down his arm and catching the strap in his hand before swinging the luggage backwards and hitting the man square in the jaw. His head met with the brick wall of the alleyway and he slid down unconcscious. His violin case looked small and fagile but it was lined with lead to keep it safe from X-rays. "Stupid man. I'd kill you but it's be a vaste of a bullet. I have a feeling someone else vill see you off." Brushing off the encounter and pulling his strap back over his shoulder, he stepped out of the alleyway, continuing his journey back to the East coast, passing a crowded bar in the process.

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Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in