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 Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 9:42 pm
After a moment, a man in a long brown trench coat walked into the bar. His red hair was balding, and his face looked like that of a sterotypical scientist. Geeky. But, the look in his eyes however, was anything but nerdy. An almost sadistic gleam within his green eyes.
Smiling to himself, he found a seat at the bar and sat down. He'd found who he wanted, now he simply had to wait for the right moment to catch him. His prey had the right idea though. He was not waiting around the street. Not with a posessed Greed waiting outside to rip something in half.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 9:45 pm
((O.o Oh... no. ... Is this one of ... THOSE scientists? CAT'LL KICK HIS a**! scream ))
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 9:56 pm
// hehehe... It's Rapture actually. The scientist who was obsessed with creating the "perfect" Blood being, and now is pretty close to just that. Thus...yes. He was Reaper's beeeeeesst frieeeeend for a couple of years. twisted //
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 9:57 pm
Looks over at the balding redhead man to see if this is whom I'm supposed to meet.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:01 pm
The man caught a woman looking at him and looked back at her for a moment. She was pretty. Very pretty. Makeup was a little much for his taste though. The bartender soon approached him, and the man turned his attention towards him.
A moment later, another man walked into the bar. A dirty jacket and jeans, but his dark hair was fairly neat and trim compared to someone who would come into such a place regularly. Or one that could afford a regular haircut like that.
He too spotted the woman, and casually made his way towards her.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:04 pm
[Ah... at last]
The redheaded woman watched the man's approach with a slight smirk, sitting demurely.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:10 pm
The man soon took a seat next to the woman and ordered himself a drink. "Well, you're easier to find then most of my other meetings." the man said.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:15 pm
"Well, I guess you can say that I'm an extrovert. [Looks to bartender] vodka martini extra dry."
She looks back to the man seated beside her expectantly.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:22 pm
The man carefully reached into the inside of his jacket and pulled out a small brown envelope. He then set it on the table and slid it towards her. "There are a few jobs that the boss would like you to do. Just to start out with. See how you do. If he approves, he might move you up to something bigger."
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:25 pm
Her smirk widening, she takes the envelope. Scans its contents
"Excellent. Let's have a look see..."
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:31 pm
Inside the envelope were a few different jobs. Each a different level of difficulty. Things ranging from things as simple as robbing a small business, finding people who owed the man money, to killing those who took too long to pay up and small time gangs. If there was a name listed, there was a face and address to it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:37 pm
"Hmmmm.... So, I get to pick and choose. While "cancellations" aren't really my thing, I'm very good at acquisitions -- even late acquisitions. So, any preferences?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:42 pm
"I'd suggest starting with what you're good at then. If you impress him enough, he'll move you up to something bigger. Or, he might ask you to do the things you're not used to, just to see how you do with them." the man replied.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:49 pm
"Acquisitions then... Let's see..."
She picks a couple of thefts to do.
"So, how do you wish to arrange delivery?"
The redhead looks up at him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 11:02 pm
The man stuck his hand into his jacket and pulled something else out. He laid an untraceable cell phone and note on the table by her. "Directions are on the card. Just call when the job's done, and we'll arrange to meet."
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