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 Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 12:14 pm
"Sorry Ma'am. Didnt mean to offend. The filter on the brain is gone." Walter said with a light chuckle.
Walter groaned lightly in protest to Bela handling him like a drunken buddy.. oh yeah he kinda was at this point. He leaned on Bela for support and let her help him to the bloody damn bathroom. Luckily, Walter was just kind of a tall lanky item so he didnt weigh as much as you would think. And even with the limp he had enough coordination.. with help, to make it to the males bathroom. Or what he assumed was, hell it could have been the woman's bathroom for all he knew and cared.
"Least my leg doesnt bloody hurt anymore." Walter laughed, a blush coming to his cheeks. He released himself from her grasp and fell against the frame of the door. "You going to help me in there too Ma'am?" Walter joked with Bela as he set his violet eyes on her, they were clearly fogged over and yeah he was drunk. But that lazy drunk gaze only seemed to make the Brit seem more sexy, especially with his handsome smile and dark locks gracing his eyes.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 12:50 pm
Oh, was Walter propositioning her? Ooohhh... now this was sure interesting. If Bela did sleep with him, she'd just need to sleep with Pip and she'd have been able to close her little hat trick on all of Integra's men. But, she decided to play along. Might as well, she couldn't let him be in there all alone. People have passed out and drowned in the toilet bowls before! Well, not here, but certainly somewhere in the world; it's happened. And honestly, he looked kinda... bad, sexy. Maybe it was the alcohol. He definitely was no Xeiro or Vlad, though.
"Are you implying something, Mr. Dolones?" Bela quirked an eyebrow, her free hand resting on the door to the male bathroom. Goddess, that place would probably be very disgusting inside. And as much as she was uncertain about what she felt toward Walter, it would look bad on her if she didn't do anything if something happened to him. Not to mention the guilt. She kept her eyes level with his fogged over violet ones, expecting some kind of answer. Was she stalling from going inside the bathroom? Yes.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 1:34 pm
Walter laughed, his shoulders shaking and his head hanging slightly.. He looked up back at her and smirked at Bela. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. His free hand grasped the back of Bela's head gently, and he leaned in close to place a soft kiss on Bela's lips.
Releasing her he chuckled lightly and smirked. "Possibly Ma'am. And you can slap me for that bold move after i'm done in here." Walter laughed again as he pushed open the male bathroom. Which much to Bela's surprise wasnt horribly unclean. In fact it was pretty s**c and span.. but then again they hadnt had any customers tonight yet. Making his way inside Walter went to one of the urinals and the door shut to the bathroom before Bela could see anything indecent.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:30 pm
Okay, that just proved it. Walter was drunk. Bela wasn't in such a sour mood as to hit him over it any time soon, at least he didn't try snaking his tongue into her mouth. It was a chaste kiss; like one you'd give a friend. Sure, he wasn't her friend, nor was the invitation anything friendly... but, he's been shot already. Did he really need more punishment? Okay, maybe one slap. Just one.
And he had to be drunk, Walter didn't like her like that! He was... Walter. He didn't go for women like her, not at all! In fact, he normally went for guys, right? Oh, what the hell did she know, almost half of the guys she knew were bisexual nowadays. Awaiting some not so very graceful noises to follow, she leaned back onto the wall opposite the men's room. Awaiting the gentlemanly Brit to come out safely.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 9:21 am
A flush, a rush of water and a blowdryer later. Walter limped out of the bathroom, not looking so pale anymore. He had managed well enough on his own. He had gotten his pants back on as well after going to the bathroom. Which was an accomplishment for most drunk people. Though, Walter's shirt was half untucked now. He placed his hand on the door frame to the Males bathroom, as his violet gaze landed on Bela. He was starting to look like a sexy dishevled tall drink of water.
"I havent thrown up yet Ma'am." Walter said before he burst into laughter and leaned on the door frame in a lazy fashion. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a regular match like usual. Walter really wasnt one for lighters. Of course his love of old fashioned things, included the traditional way to light a cigarette.
He put away his matches and took a long drag on his cigarette. Exhaling the smoke slowly he ran his fingerless gloved hand through his dark locks. He looked like a dark sexy model teasing the camera aka Bela with his gaze. His violet eyes had a dark, playful nature to them. If only Bela knew what Walter was truly like, the bartender in him was only a job. A face he put on to hide what he really did.. or used to. He thought about going back to it now and again.. the thrill of killing some evil b*****d got his heart pumping.
"Want to see a trick Ma'am?" Walter asked as he removed his cigarette from his lips. He held it out to her and smirked. "Hold onto this, out and away from your face darling. I wouldnt want to hurt you Ma'am. But i will blow your mind with this trick." Walter laughed as he waited for her to take it.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 2:52 pm
Okay, this was starting to get ridiculous. Walter's offer for a 'shag' was growing more and more tempting. By the minute, it seemed! And Bela was vehement on the fact that she wasn't going to sleep with him. She already slept with Jan, and she wasn't planning on sleeping with any more of Integra's man servants. Instead of flipping him off, she obliged to see his little trick. He seemed pretty set on it, anyway. Bela proceeded to gently pluck the commercial cancer from his fingers, and holding it away from her face as he instructed.
"What are you going to do?" Bela asked, wondering what the hell a drunk man could do. But his coordination was excellent, if she recalled the night at the Masquerade correctly. So, hey, he could pull a fast one on her and surprise her even more than he did just moments earlier. But before he did it, she threw in a: "If you fall flat on you're face, I'm going to laugh." she said with a amused smile, now rather eager to see what he would do. He was quite the little acrobat, so it wouldn't be anything short of amazing. But that would be if he was sober, now Bela was not so sure...
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 3:22 pm
Walter took a step towards Bela with his good leg and smirked at her inquiry. "You'll see-" Was all he could get out before her next statement had him bursting out in laughter. "Shush Ma'am or you will make me fall over." Walter smiled. He shook his head and raised his hands as if he was going to catch a football to the face. He flexed his wrists, and then cracked his knuckles.
"You watching Ma'am?" Walter said as his focus went to the cigarette and off of Bela. "Watch the f**, please. The cigarette as you blokes say it." Walter said with a smile and brief glance at her. He put his hands together and then to his mouth. His teeth captured something as clenched them together. Removing his hands from his mouth he put them on either side of the cigarette.
Walter's fingers went still as could be, they were crooked oddly. All was still and silent for a moment before Walter's finger's twitched and the Cigarette was split into three sections, two of them falling to the floor instantly. If Bela had been watching closely she would have seen what had cut the cigarette. The killing wire Walter used for assassinations.
Straightening himself he laughed and flexed his wrists the wire disappearing safely and invisibly into wherever it had come out of. "Like that one Ma'am?" Walter laughed before he stopped dead in his laughter. "Bloody Hell." He sighed suddenly and his head sank. "That was my last f**..."
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 4:22 pm
Bela watched his stale little beginning with mild fascination, not commenting on any of what he was doing. The Prestige is the most important part of any trick, correct? Or, that's what that movie with Hugh Jackman and Christian Bale said. Oh, both of them were so gorgeous! Ah, but living in the small remote island killed most, if not all, possibilities of meeting any famous good-looking celebrities. She idly wondered if Ferris knew any of those people, but quickly discarded it. Maybe not. But she'd ask next time, maybe she'd entice some answer out of him. That is, if he wasn't scared of coming back here after... that 'incident'!
Lost in thoughts about handsome celebrities and possibilities of meeting them, Bela caught when Walter did something to the cigarette which cut it into 3 different sections and she had no idea how he did it. That was pretty cool, actually. Her eyes watched as two of the three pieces fell to the floor. Missing his little wrist action. As soon as her mind could come back from watching the cigarette pieces fall to the floor in slow motion, her bright blue eyes came up to meet his with unbridled curiosity.
"How did you do that?" she asked quickly, looking down at his hands to see if he had some little knife or something. When she found none, she was very disappointed. "I mean, that just doesn't normally happen!" she said, letting go of the cigarette butt she was still holding and letting it join it's fallen brethren. "Oh, don't worry about that, I'll ask Alice to give you one when she comes back. She's a sucker for pretty blondes with blue eyes, by the way." she winked playfully, not even caring about any past animosity. That had been so awesome! Even though she missed almost 57% of the trick's entirety.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 5:56 pm
Walter laughed lightly. "Oh no. Im not going to tell you right off the bat there Ma'am. Your going to have to guess.. Or pry it out of me.. somehow." Walter said as he leaned forward and smirked, he returned her wink with one of his own. "I can do it again, if you like? Something say.. that you pick out?" Walter suggested this way she would know he hadnt done anything to the item before hand.
"Ill tell you, what. Since no one else is here. Help me back to the bar love, and i can perform for you all night. You do have a drink to finish over there. And i do believe my own drunkness is starting to wear off." Walter laughed lightly. He took a limp step towards Bela, pivoted on the one good leg and slipped his arm over her shoulder.
"Shall we Ma'am?" Walter asked with a grin.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 2:42 pm
Bela was thankful that he was skinny and wiry, this would not have gone so well were this Matthew. Was it the other man, if he tipped over they'd both be in for a painful fall. Good thing this wasn't Matthew, huh? Pushing the stalwart man out of her thoughts, she continued to help the annoyingly gentlemanly Brit to his seat. "Can you please not call me Ma'am, from now on? It makes me feel like I'm an old used b***h, who's had far much more than her fair share of litters." She scolded him while she helped ease him into his seat behind the bar, "I mean, s**t, Walter, I'm still in my 20s!" Bela complained, because women hated being called Ma'am when they were young. And the fact of the matter was, she wasn't old or a drill sergeant!
"I hate it when someone calls me anything other than Miss." Even Mitsuke was pretty clear on that, Bela was sure.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 6:31 pm
Once he was back in his seat he scooted it closer to the bar and shook his head lightly at Bela's comment. "Alright then Miss. All's fine by me.." Walter said as he made himself a drink with the stuff that was nearest to him. So he was also having a slow comfortable screw. He topped it off with a lime and a lemon instead of some cute umbrella. "Honestly.. the Ma'am is just a formality, sometimes.. i really could give a bloody crap on what i call people." Walter said as he leaned on the counter, putting his elbows on it for support. His gentlemanly ways were starting to loosen. Or rather be thrown aside.
"Alright then Miss. Here.." Walter said as he reached under the counter and produced an orange. He set it infront of Bela once she had taken her seat across from him. "Inspect it love, see that i havent fiddled with it and all that Malarky. Then i can show you the trick again. And maybe.. maybe ill tell you how i did it." Walter laughed before he took a long sip of his drink.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 8:45 pm
Bela smiled when he obliged to her request, reaching over for her previously abandoned drink. Going b***h-o Commando and polishing it off in one swipe, which was surprisingly more than she had expected. She had to follow it with a slow gulp, wondering if she really was blonde for not thinking of breathing through her nose while she downed it. She probably wasn't going to drink anymore. If someone had to be sober, it was definitely Bela. Nobody liked a stripper who was tipsy and falling off the stage all the time. And Bela really was in no mood to get a concussion, fall asleep, fall into a coma and then lose 3 years of her life. Wow, what an optimist!
"Good, that's how it should be. It's how I do it, too." she nodded, her blue eyes looking up at him. Her head was lowered, so she was looking up through her lids. She had been looking down at her empty glass, after all. And that's when he pulled out an orange, though she usually didn't touch things down there. It wasn't hers to do so, nor did she have any reason to be behind the bar most of the time, whatsoever. "Okay." she said, taking it into her hands and briefly inspecting it; or acting like she was.
Once she got bored of looking at it, which was fairly quickly, she held it out for him to take. Giving a quick rise and fall of her chin, indicating toward it. "Go on, do it. I'm gonna pay EXTRA attention this time." she nodded, that glint of curiosity shining in her eyes again.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 8:53 pm
He walked inside the club, went down the stairs and headed directly to th bad. "Praise be me, for I am here." He said in Bela's direction. Damn, that place was empty. Ah, of course, that had to be because he was on sick leave! People had stopped coming here the momen he had stopped working. "Sup you two? Walter, drink?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 8:13 am
Walter took the orange from Bela and smirked. He didnt notice, or rather flat out ignored Keith as he came down from upstairs and joined them. Good he could watch the trick too.
Tossing the orange up in the air, Walter quickly did the same thing with his hands as he had done before when showing the trick earlier to Bela. Though this time his movements were much faster and more precise.. as if he wasnt drunk at all. When the orange came back down.. Walter shot out his hands and the orange split in several sections about chest level on him. As the fruit was cut its juices sprayed everywhere, mostly on Walters vest. Some pulp and juice remained on his cutting wires making them now visible to Bela and Keith.
Walter looked up at Bela with a smirk. Shaking off the wires he flicked his wrists and the thing were gone. "Oh bloody hell." Walter said as he looked down at his vest. He took it off, revealing his white button down shirt underneath it. As he took off the vest a glint or two could be seen in the lining of the vest. Small daggers, a syringe and a vial next to it.. killing instruments. Least his backups when he wasnt using his wires. Setting the vest on the counter next to him he looked to Keith now. "A drink mate? Alright then." Walter said as he quickly made Keith's drink, this time closer to the boys true recipe that Matthew made for him. He slid it down to the male and reached into his vest. He produced a card and showed it to Bela.
Walter C. Dolones
Angel of Death
###-###-####
"Have you guessed it Miss? What i did? How i did it? Dont tell me i have to bloody spell it out for you Bela." Walter said, as he suddenly stood and wrapped his arms around Bela.. well not his arms.. the wires. They went gently around her neck.. loose in fashion so that they wouldnt hurt her or cut her as long as he didnt pull. He leaned in close and smirked, his eyes darker than before.
"Ive cut more than just fruit with these things.." Walter laughed before he released Bela, untangling her from his wires and making them disappear once more with a flick of his wrist.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 5:20 pm
Bela held up her hand, putting her index finger out toward Keith. 'Give me a second' she was trying to say without saying, obviously. Her eyes were on the orange in Walter's hand, trying not to pull them away for a second. But as soon as he threw it up, her focus went to his hands instead. Which was why she shrieked in surprise when some of the orange juice spalttered onto her. ********, this was new! Her eyes were flaming angry as they flashed up at Walter. But she was surprised to see some kind of... wire? It was so thin, what was that even for? Her eyes were distracted by a small glint from Walter's vest, but they soon looked up at him with suspicion. What was he doing? What did he do, for that matter? Jack of all trades... huh.
As Walter made Keith's drink, she leaned toward the younger man and whispered. "Did you see that?" she asked, trying to not be as noticeable about it. But, then Walter had finished Keith's drink and she had to right herself for him. He then proceeded to pull a card for her, which she started to read as soon as it was in her hand. 'Angel of Death'... what the ********? When his voice finally broke through her haze of confusion, she pieced it all together. He was a killer! Another one, just like Vlad!
When he proceeded to entangle her neck, she gasped in surprise. Was she not supposed to know this? The panic and alarm rose in her like a geyser, powerful and overwhelming. Her eyes were wide open and she wondered how she should take this. She was in the presence of a killer; two, in fact, but she didn't know that. Oh, Godess, why did she always get tangled in all of this kind of crap? Was this Karma's way of giving her a cluster ******** of divine b***h slaps?
As soon as he released her, she had a little difficulty to school her features back to normal. Her clothes being ruined was almost forgotten, but she used it as an excuse, instead. "I... I need to go to the bathroom, my-- my top!" Bela said hurriedly, turning on her heel and making her hasty escape. As soon as she was in the bathroom, she closed the door and leaned back on it. Covering her mouth with her hand as she slid down it into a crouching position, wondering what the hell was up. What, was Sonata Town some kind of sanctuary/safe haven for killers on the run now?
But, Walter was so kind... had he really taken someone else's life like that? How could he? Not even Bela would go to that extreme, over anything. Little did she know that there were a lot of killers in Nirvani, and she was acquainted with quite a bit of them.
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