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 Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 5:16 pm
It had been a good day, the Chess had been an excellent distraction after a very typical school day. Dem had gone out for... god only knew what. The note had been so ambiguous as to be -useless- so he'd stayed out at the park later than normal.
He pondered if he should get one dinner or two on the way home as he stretched and picked up his coat and slid it back over his shoulders.
He hummed softly and fished the earphones for his ipod out of his pocket with a small smile and tucked them into his ears and turned it on again He nodded his head slightly as he caught the lyrics and rythm.
"I am the damage and I am the relief..." he hummed and headed back towards the dorm. Hmmm... steamed buns sounded -perfect- for the cold evening. He could pick up some noodles for Dem, they reheated better just in case.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 5:39 pm
The note left behind had simply said he was going 'out'. Really, Zac should have been thankful it wasn't the typical Demy note that rambled on and on without even really saying anything in the end. No, this one had been short, sweet, and to the point. He was out, he'd be back later. ...Hrm.
As the boy departed from his 'friends' at chess and made his way home, another pair of eyes followed his movement. With a soft grumble to himself a figure shifted out of it's hiding place and followed the other...at a distance of course. No need to make it's presence known just yet.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 5:45 pm
He swung into the tiny corner shop, the chatter inside was largely unintelligible to him. Fast and foreign, but he made his way to the counter, there was no line... there almost never was.
He ordered, after a moment a double order of the steamed buns part pork, part red-bean. And a few side dishes that Dem would like too and sat to wait while they assembled the order.
He rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt a little worn thin, not having slept well after the 'talk' with his mother. But it could have been worse he told himself again.
His order came up and he thanked them as best he could as he'd heard someone else do before, they laughed at his pronunciation but clapped and he forced a smile and a little bow as he left.
He wondered what he'd -said- but they didn't seem offended so it was just as well.
He swung the door open and stepped back into the chill with the plastic bag knotted and hanging from his wrist.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 5:50 pm
It was around this time that Schee was reflecting on just how -unlucky- he was. Really! He had only taken his eyes off of Z for -a second- to check out some sweet bird that flew by, and then BAM his friend was missing and the street was rather empty ******** was infuriating enough to drive him out of hiding, and as luck would have it he was a mere few feet ahead when Z came back out of the shop. Unfortunately...Schee's back was towards the boy.
"He was right here..."
Muttering to himself, the agent lifted one arm to run a gloved hand through his hair. Eyes darted back and forth...but still no sign of his 'target'.
If only he'd think to look -behind- himself.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 5:56 pm
He froze, still framed there in the light of the restaurant windows, staring at the uniform. The all too -familiar- uniform, he could already remember those acid green eyes, far too much Like Dem's for comfort as he stood there, calculating.
He was visible here, they might not -care- inside but it might put the fear of god into the man... if he went back inside, well then what? it wasn't as though they would let him into the kitchen so he could defend himself with a Ginsu.
But...
No... confronting him would be -damn- foolish. Maybe he could get the door open without the jingle being too ... alarming.
He tried... maybe he could talk them into letting him go out the back, or better, calling a cab.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 6:01 pm
The sound of the jingling bell not only caused him to turn around, but damn near jump a foot in the air as he did so. DAMN he so wasn't expecting such a sudden noise. He really needed to get better at this whole evil agent thing.
Though, with the sudden turning it might look for a brief moment that he was going to charge and attempt to take down the smaller boy. ...But no such charge ever came. Just a rather startled looking 'Mister Hyde', hands held up in 'defense' position, and those acid green eyes wide and trained right on Z. When he finally did move it was only to shake himself out of the deer in the headlights look and into a much more respectable position.
That is, hands on hips and staring straight at the other with a rather playful smirk on his face.
"Hey there."
Still no attempt to charge or anything. Just a somewhat...friendly greeting.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 6:10 pm
-that- earned rather the strangest and most suspicious -stare- that had possibly ever crossed Z's face.
He wasn't even sure that a jock offering him a hand would have equaled the level of suspicious confusion he was feeling. He slid one foot back to start backing into the store. Surely he could figure out how to lock the door... the...glass door. s**t.
Bipolar Homicidal Freaks?
"... Hi...." he said eyes narrowed suspicious.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 6:18 pm
"Hey hey hey, where ya goin?"
The more Z slid away, the further the other's face slipped into a frown. A disappointed one at that.
"Don't go?..Oh...wait! You're probably still freaked out about last time huh?"
Here he grinned nervously and quickly lifted his arm back up to rub at the back of his head.
"Look, dude, that um...that was a big mistake! Really, tooootally didn't mean to come after you. Besides, you're okay right? Riiiight? I--er, your roomie musta patched ya up and took care of you? You look fine! But seriously, so sorry 'bout that. Forgive me?"
He inched forward just a bit, mostly to put his now offered palm within shaking range of the other boy. His other hand was still by the back of his head, mostly to keep rubbing at his head nervously (a telltale sign, one might be able to read...), but also to show he had no 'weapons'.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 6:28 pm
"you THINK?!" He replied with vehement sarcasm about 'last time'.
Huh... Demy kinda rubbed his head like that when he was... NEVERMIND.... wait, how did he know that he had a... Nooo you could guess, 50/50 chance really, and if he'd seen him in uniform then it would be -easy- to assume.
"Ok, seriously? You put your hand IN my chest last time, showing me theirs nothing in your hands doesn't -help-" He took another step back staring edgy, wanting very very badly to run. But afraid at the same time he'd set him off like a mad dog.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 6:49 pm
"I was just trying to shake..."
The tone sounded almost...hurt. With a sigh he pulled his hand back. Nevermind, he really couldn't blame Z afterall...last time had been pretty uh -bad-.
"Look I SAID I was sorry, I'm SO not gonna do that again. Really! Promise! And see? fingers aren't crossed or nothing..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 6:55 pm
A suspicious stare and he put the box between him and the stranger.
"Hmm..." He eyed him.
"Who -ARE- you..." he demanded scowling, "What do you -want-!?"
Funny it wasn't -too- dissimilar from the first day of them rooming together.
Who the hell are you, dear god what is that mess... get that glow stick out from under my nose, YOUR side of the room thank you!... and so on.
The old suspicions and closed off-ed-ness, well maybe plus a 'little' bit given the attempt to kill.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 7:06 pm
"Who...am I? Uh..."
He glanced around. It wasn't -that- busy here, but still....
"Look man, I'd LOVE to talk to you. Like really, I'm sure you don't believe me but I -swear- I don't wanna hurt ya and the whole talking thing would be flippin awesome. But there's people that uh...ya know, wanna hurt people like me? So if we could just go somewhere a tiiiiiny bit more private I swear I'll tell ya whatever. Out here is just...dangerous."
Schee waved a hand in the air to put further emphasis on the whole dangerous thing. Really he shouldn't be out in the open at -all-. But he had to try to talk to Z...
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 7:14 pm
"...Private.... -right-"
He said staring...and glanced back at the restaurant... and then waved his hand.
"I just... got take out, and almost no one ever stops in... is that good enough?
No 'offense'... but alley ways and locked doors are -right- out after our... initial introductions, if your -very- nervous, you can sit behind the ficus."
damn... he'd just have to get another order of something for Dem if he fed... "Mr. Hyde"
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 7:27 pm
General King Charonite would kill him if he knew about this...
Well, they didn't exactly speak much english in that restaurant...and while his outfit was -odd- it wasn't a flat telltale sign that he was a Negaverse agent. He could pass it off as a wannabe rockstar outfit, right?
"...Pick a back booth and let me sit in the corner and sure, the restaurant works. After you man."
Figuring that approaching would just make him more nervous, Schee stood back and waited for Z to make a move before following after him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 7:33 pm
Z kept staring over his shoulder to keep an eye on him as he waved to the men and slid into a booth, they chuckled still a little over his pronunciation but seemed alright with the idea of watching them eat there. They might even think it was his intended party.
He undid the bag and scowling still set one of the trays between them... "theirs free tea... if you want a drink." he stated bluntly and popped the lid on the tray of steamed buns.
"Now... who the HELL are you, what the HELL do you want, and why did you try and kill me if all the sudden your -sorry-"
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