The Infamous Thief
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- Posted: Mon, 09 Jul 2012 05:48:11 +0000
------------------Mood - Concentrating || Location - Side Walk || Speaking To - Raidon
------------Outfit - side image || Music - top image || Crush N/A
- While working in the kitchen, Dante took just a few seconds to read over his sister's text. Pushing out a chuckle, he just shook his head. Sure a night off sounded nice, but he still wasn't about to do it. After all he could just hear his father now, complaining about someone possibly getting killed or caught in the crossfire. Rolling his eyes he filled the last few vials up with the green-ish liquid. Capping each one as he examined the eight little bombs. Yes Dante loved blowing things up. Throwing something and suddenly it explodes is amazing and it keeps him occupied. Explosives had been one of the best things this world had to offer. Just like something bursting in flames, in his head it always happened in slow motion which made it so much better.
On the island he started setting up his area, getting things ready for tonight. Such as the vials inside a small black pouch set in the corner of the island. Two knives sharpened to utter perfection. Knowing full well hand to hand combat with a wolf with claws was a death sentence. Two small hand guns, one loaded with bullets soaked in wolfs bane. Although it wouldn't have much affect it would still burn like hell but that was about it. It might slow down the healing process but he had never actually tested it and watched what happened. The other gun wasn't really a gun, more like a small cross bow with small arrows. The arrows, held wires inside them that let off a nice round of shocks in order to either knock something out or give him time to escape.
Followed by some cloth, and alcohol to clean any wounds he might get to hide that blood scent. And of course the small things like a cell phone, and what not. This was his normal things that he had on him at night, normally inside a small bag that hung over his shoulder. It was easily accessible instead of carrying it on him self and being caught with it all. While placing everything nice and neat inside the bag his sister seemed to be going up to her room only chuckling when she told him to rest. After that he just nodded to needing her, he probably wouldn't but if he did he knew he could call her. Before leaving he headed up to his room, getting inside his dresser draw getting out this cologne that hid his normal smell this way those wolfs at school couldn't trace it back. He stared at it for a moment, nipping at his bottom lip.
Looking up slowly into the mirror he gave him self a cocky smirk, tossing the bottle aside and not bothering with it. Leaning on the dresser taking a deep breath he pushed off heading downstairs and out the door with his things.
8:15 pm -- Skip
Dante found him self getting out of his car, that had been parked in some random place. Getting in the back trunk he moved to his bag, grabbing it and bringing it over his shoulder. Slamming the trunk shut he went on his way, in a jog down the sidewalk. His outfit consisted of all black, a thin shirt and lite jacket to keep him some what warm. A pair of pants that had been easy to move in, with a pair of boots. He didn't feel like ruining his good clothing. Walking around the corner that's when he stumbled back, body bumping into some guy(Raidon.) This caused him to drop his bag, eyes fixed on the ground as the vials he had rolled out of the side pouch. " Oh, crap sorry.. " Dante whispered still not looking up as he fiddled with the vials rolling away.
Chuckling Dante fiddled with the bag, while eyes slowly started looking up. Yes this was like a flash back to school almost running into the Alpha.