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 Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 1:50 pm
 My fingers point like an arrow that's been pierced into my chest. To the truth of myself...of the days I have struggled and betrayed myself ╔═════════════⚜════════════╗ Lucian was in his apartment, his mirror reflected the epressionless look on his face. The rings under his eyes showed the lack of sleep he had received last night. He opended the faucet, and cold water came rushing down. His hands appeared below the faucet hole, as the chilling liquid gushed down his warm hands. Lucian closed his hands and splashed water onto his tried face.
He opened his eyes after the water slid down his face, and then he grabbed some gel, and ran through his hair, making his usual spiky hairstyle. Luican turned off the sink faucet, and headed into his bedroom, seeing his black suit laid out on his bed. "Why am I even going to this party...?" he questioned, and he zipped up his black pants. Luican was never one for gatherings, since most people in his company would usual start running in three seconds. He sighed, as he got himself dressed with the rest of the artical of clothing he didn't have on.
Finally, he after putting on his shiny black shoes. Lucian was found looking into the mirror again, as he made his tie look tidy and clean. "I shouldn't have accepted the inventation...but somethings tells me otherwise." he said softly, grabbing his motorcycle keys and helmet, as he made his way out of his apartment. He looked around the streets, he remembered many...unnecessary memories of his childhood, merely by shurgging his shoulders he headed towards the parking lot, where his motorcycle was parked. He sat on it, placing his helmet on, and the started it's engine. The motorcycle was running clean like a whistle, of course Lucian had made a few adjustments, so it would easy for him to move around.
The roar of the engine continued, as he made his way down the street, reaching the bar he and the others were going to meet up in. Lucian made his way into the bar parking lot, he turned it off as well as taking his helmet off. From the corner of his pale golden eyes, he saw that a few men rushed on inside the bar. "I guess it's time to disappoint people yet again." he said, making his way inside the bar. Lucian was the first to arrive, he walked into a booth. He placed his helmet on the table, he didn't know what to order except maybe a soda or water, cause he never enjoyed the taste of alcoholic drinks. In fact he hated the smell as well, it reminded him of his father.
"When are they going to show up?" he wondered. ╚═════════════⚜════════════╝
One day...I'll break that mirror with the same arrow that has broken me.
One day...I just hope...that I will truely smile for once.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 8:58 pm
How do you unlock this door that has no key?
Can you think of a way? <N-A-N-A ¤ S-U-Z-A-K-I>  A young woman sat on a bench outside, quietly reading a book on the cloudy, lazy, late afternoon. ”Ah, Nana-chan, here’s some coffee!” the female in question looked up from her reading and accepted the Styrofoam cup gratefully. ”Thanks,” Nana said quite bluntly. The person above her seemed to be waiting for something, but after no response, the said party left unnoticed. After a few minutes, a jingly ringtone interrupted the silence. Nana very almost leapt up in surprise at the sudden sound, as before, the park had been almost completely peaceful. She carefully pried out her phone from her jeans pocket and quickly read the incoming text. ”Wah! I totally forgot!” Nana screeched childishly, grabbing her coffee and starting to run back to her apartment.
The woman soon entered her apartment building and frantically punched the elevator button. As soon as she entered her room, she slammed the door shut and turned the shower on inside the bathroom. Even though Nana knew she was probably going to be late, she took her time and savored the hot water. She stepped out a couple minutes later, and dressed herself casually in a cream colored shirt and stone-washed jeans, putting on a black peacoat and a necklace to finish it off. Nana pulled on her boots, and ran back downstairs, while checking her watch. Ah, I’m already two minutes late. Oh well,” she noted, jumping in her car. On the way to the meeting place, she broke a few speed limits, but there was nothing to be said about it, Nana was already late after all.
Nana parked her car and stuffed her keys in her purse, shoving her hands in her pockets and whistling jauntily as she did so. As she walked into the arranged establishment, she noticed Lucian dressed somewhat formally, sitting at a booth, his helmet on the table. Drawing closer, Nana gave a nervous laugh and began to speak. ”Did I miss the memo? It seems I’m dressed a little too casually seeing you now.” She finished her statement but didn’t notice the slippery stickiness of spilled drinks in front of her, which made Nana slip and scream loudly, drawing the attention of the crowd in the bar. We can't go back to the beginning
The story is set, and our destinies too...
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 4:55 pm
 Desiderio Ciphers
"Man, somebody put on his wuss pants today."
The man who spoke these words was pacing back and forth in his living room apartment, with his hands crossed at his chest as he looked at the carpet flooring that could use some replacing. From the looks of things, he had been doing this for quite some time. He muttered indecisively to himself for a few more minutes before finally walking over towards the coffee table to pick up the phone. His hand was shaking slightly and he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down before finally pressing a button. Then another, and another until all ten digits that made up a phone number had been dialed. His thumb hovered over the call button momentarily before he chickened out and hung up.
"No good, I can't do it. I can't call her." Desiderio groaned as he placed the phone back on the stand.
The her in question was his girlfriend, Lily. Currently hospitalized, Des had promised her that he would call her every day, but lately had been too afraid to call. He knew he was being a coward, but considering it was his fault that she was in the hospital, he just couldn't bring up the courage to contact her.
Not even through a phone. Heaven forbid he was asked to talk to her in person.
"I was supposed to call her once I got promoted to Detective, but..." He trailed off, and after a moment scowled, annoyed with himself. He lightly slapped both cheeks with his hands. "Argh, this is gonna be eating at me for the rest of the night! Get your head in the game, Desiderio!" He took a deep breath before sighing and looking at the phone. "I'll... I'll call her after the meeting tonight. Yeah, that's what I'll do. I can do that much, right? Speaking of the meeting, I should probably get going."
He snuck a glance at the clock hanging over the kitchen counter as he reflexively adjusted his tie. He was going to be late at this rate. Desiderio grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter before grabbing his striped coat and matching hat from the hatstand by the door. With a flourish, his hat slipped snugly on his head (even tipped forward slightly) before he ducked out of the door to lock up and head to the place.
Some time later and properly dressed, Desiderio pulled his moped up to where he and the rest of the newly appointed detectives were going to meet up. Desiderio didn't take much of a look at the invitation, so seeing that the rendezvous point was a bar took him by some small surprise. He prayed that his old drinking habit wouldn't start up again. He led his bike over to a spot for bikes before locking it up and turning it off. He slipped the keys into his pocket before skipping up the steps into the bar. With a deep breath, he pushed the doors open. A quick glance around the place gave him all the information he needed.
'Welcome home, Des. Try not to be a disappointment to society again and don't drink yourself stupid unless you want to go back to that stupid Alcoholic's Anonymous meeting. That place is seriously a cult for overly depressing people.' he thought weakly.
He found his table and slid into the seat next to Nana. "Yo. I guess we're all here now. Where's our client?" he asked, forcing a small smile.
Hipster Detective
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 4:06 pm
 ✿━┈┈━━┈┈━━┈┈━ "Still just a bud, not yet ready to bloom."
The Light Before We Land ━┈┈━━┈┈━━┈┈━✿ ❀ The sound of clattering pots and pans echoed throughout the small kitchen as the woman zipped through it working on the many dishes she was making for the celebration of her three tenants getting promoted. She placed the bean dip and homemade tortilla chips into easy take-away containers, before pulling the enchiladas out of the oven and set it next to the other containers. With that cooling, she went to work on cleaning up the mess she made in the kitchen. And what a mess it was, just how did she use that many dishes? An aggravated sigh left her lips as she glanced at the clock; she would be late at this rate.
“Oh Jeeze, at this rate I’m gonna be late to the celebration I suggested,” Dell complained as she placed the semi-clean dishes into the washer.
Once all the dishes were in the washer, and her work space was clean, she pulled one last thing from the fridge and placed it next to the other dishes. Now it was time for the hard part. She grabbed the dip and chips and quickly began the round trip to her old car and then did the same thing for the other dishes. Dell went back and quickly locked her door, before clambering back into her car and starting the journey to the bar.
She had to admit that her decision to hold the party at the bar wasn’t a grand idea, but Fransisco was the only person who would let her hold a party with her own dishes. As she pulled up to the bar she noticed their means of transportation, signaling that they we’re already there. Dell parked and proceeded to take the dishes out of the back seat. She struggled under the weight of the dishes, and made her way into the bar.
“I’m so sorry I’m late everyone!” she sheepishly apologized with her usual goofy grin on her face, though it had an embarrassed air to it. “But I just wanted to make sure these were perfect for you guys” Dell made her way over to the both and place the dishes on the table. “Sorry it had to be here, but Fransisco was the only one who would let me use his establishment for this. So Congratulations!” ❀
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Noir The Confused Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 4:17 pm
 ------------Ｅｐｉｓｏｄｅ ❶---------------------Ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ② : Welcome.Welcome all to Monrovia.
A place where criminals rule by day,
and assassins rule by night.
A rose throne'd stands above them all as Queen.
Who dares try cut down her thorns? In this chapter,
they all start the party and talk about what happened
when they were put into their new jobs and the trials that they faced.
As Well as their new boss
in the local Monrovia bar.
They drink, they eat,
and they bump into a man whom they thought they've seen in the news before.
Then.
after a while . . . things started.
[ Noir will end this chapter by telling that the lights suddenly shut off. The time of that will be her cue. ]
Order : Lucian Knight, Nana Suzaki, Desiderio Ciphers, Dell Striker, John Crux [ 2x ]
[ 2x ] : means that he posts for two rounds.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 8:58 pm
My fingers point like an arrow that's been pierced into my chest. To the truth of myself...of the days I have struggled and betrayed myself ╔═════════════⚜════════════╗ Lucian placed his helmet under the table, right between his feet, as Dell placed her home-made goods on the table. He looked over at Nana, who was had slipped on the floor, to only raise an eyebrow at her. "I always dress this way, you should know that by now." he said in a simply monotone voice. "And you should alway watch your feet when you walk." he added, crossing his arms. Lucian just leaned on the corner he was in a placed his elbow on the table, as his hand rested underneath his chin. He had his usual uninterested face as always. He had been the first to arrive to this bar, and was tried of waiting for his oh so lovely company to arrive, but only to now see them, he wished it would have been a bit more quiet. Though with his face, he doubted that others could tell what he was feeling. He motioned his free hand to bring in the waitress and he ordered a soda, this was a soda that remined him, one of the good things he had as an orphan child. After a few minutes the waitress came with his drink, and then tipped her with a ten dollar bill.
Lucian was always a big tipper to people wroking not much money-making jobs, on the count of he used to be one of those adolsent kids working as a waiter, while going to school, to just get enough money for himself. Of course, when he was younger he had no idea that his skills will have inventually led him to this job or this career. He felt a strong passion for this line of work, his childhood dreams of being a grand detective clouded his mind for a moment, remembering the times he'd look out his classroom window, imagining that was with the poilce investigating a crime scene. Lucain headed back into reality, as he took a sip out his soda trying to ignore the smells of alcoholic beverages, flooding the inside of the bar.
How he hated that smell.
Lucian looked over at the dip, as he grabbed one of Dell's home-made tortilla chips with his free hand, he lightly dipped it, and then finally took the chip entirely into his mouth. He chewed softly, then swallowed. "This is actually pretty good." he said, taking another chip as he repeated the process. His then, wondered to dream again, and how will he be able to handle this new job, but he would never give up on this. That wasn't his way. Ever
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One day...I'll break that mirror with the same arrow that has broken me.
One day...I just hope...that I will truely smile for once.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 5:45 pm
How do you unlock this door that has no key?
Can you think of a way? <N-A-N-A ¤ S-U-Z-A-K-I> Nana brushed herself off, looking at her now stained jeans with disdain. She took a seat across from Lucian and leaned back. ”Erm. Yes. Maybe I should,” the woman replied sheepishly. Soon Desiderio and Dell arrived at the bar. ”Thanks,” Nana said warmly in response to Dell’s apology. ”Don’t worry about being late, it’s no problem. After all, you are bringing the food!” Waving over one of the waiters, she decided to order a Shirley Temple, seeing as she was underage still. Most people wondered how Nana, who had barely graduated from college, had gotten a job and been promoted so quickly. Reason being, she was a smart kid. Nana had skipped a grade or two when she was younger, and so, had graduated early.
It brought her back to the good old days. As a child, she had been known as the nice kid, yet shy and reserved. Her parents had divorced when she was ten, and when she began living with her dad, he had enrolled her into a private school. Nana had soon made a name for herself, and when she graduated from high school, she had gotten into a top-tier college. And when she had finished, there was no question about what she would do next. Nana’s mother was a quite well-known forensic archaeologist, and that had influenced her to become a detective. Nana never regretted being one. Upon hearing Desiderio, she pulled back to reality.
”Eh? Client? We have one already?” Nana asked, surprised. Hearing Lucian exclaim about the chips, she took one of the chips and scooped a generous amount of bean dip onto it, popping it in her mouth. ”Mmmmm... These are really yummy! Dell, you’re a great cook!” The waiter arrived with her soda, and she sipped the drink, the coolness of it flooding into her mouth.
We can't go back to the beginning
The story is set, and our destinies too...
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 6:49 pm
Desiderio Ciphers
"Bwuh?"
A dumbfounded look flashed across Desiderio's face when he saw Dell arrive. Wait, she was the client? No, something didn't feel right. This was way too casual (despite their appearances) to be their first gig, especially when Dell brought in food to a bar. He paused before he reached into his pocket, fumbling for the invite. A thorough read later, he mentally facepalmed and exhaled deeply. Whoops. He thought they were already getting their first job after becoming detectives, not celebrating. Now he really felt bad for not calling his girlfriend beforehand.
He gave Nana an embarrassed and apologetic grin. "Sorry. I misunderstood the invitation. False alarm. he said.
'Wow. Not even five minutes in and I already goofed. New record~ Nice going, Des.' he thought wearily.
Desiderio shook his head to stop thinking so negatively before he glanced over to see what the other two newly-appointed detectives had ordered to drink only to see that they got sodas. What were they, high schoolers? You don't order sodas at a bar! Then again, they all did come here by some sort of motorized vehicle. As the waiter approached him to get his order, he thought of what to get to drink. It was a party to celebrate their promotions, right? So the best drink would have to be--
"Miller Lite. And a glass of water too." he told the waiter.
Start of a good time, huh? He told himself he would only have one beer to celebrate. No more. It would not be enough to need to take a taxi back home. When the waiter left to grab his drinks, Desiderio reached over to grab a chip to dunk into the bean dip before taking a bite. 'Hm... pretty good. Did Dell make these herself or were they store-bought' he pondered to himself, munching on the tortilla chip as his gaze shifted over to the apartment manager.
"So uh, Dell." he started, trying to make some small talk. "How're things at the flower shop?"
Worth a try, right?
Hipster Detective
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Noir The Confused Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 8:56 am
✿━┈┈━━┈┈━━┈┈━ "Still just a bud, not yet ready to bloom."
The Light Before We Land ━┈┈━━┈┈━━┈┈━✿ ❀Dell smiled her usual goofy one once she saw that the others had made themselves comfortable. Maybe she should have tried harder to find somewhere else to have this get together seeing as two of them looked really out of place here. She was glad they enjoyed the food though.
"I'm glad you all like it." she said, happy that they enjoyed her cooking.
Turning to the waiter she politely asked for a few plates and an appletini, which was the only alcohol she was going to consume that night. Then again she never really drank much when the opportunity arose. Really, she was only going to nurse the damn glass when it came back so what was the point in getting it? She didn't let her thoughts affect her blissfully happy aura though, and politely sipped it when she got it.
Dell was thankful for Desiderio trying to start some small talk. "Everything is going fine at the shop, but I seem to be getting a lot of requests for roses lately." ❀
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 11:17 am
 -------------John had been working all day and all night, always on his toes for the slightest oddity that could turn into something big. Ever since his daughter had died recently, things had been getting a little rowdy in the Crux Family, with the will to his company that everyone keeps pressuring him about. John knew what they wanted. They wanted the money and the power that he held there, and now that his daughter, the one he was to give that to was dead and gone, he has no choice but to give it to the remaining dogs that he called his family. Having built up one of the main underground source targeting criminals and having a pact with one of the top security systems sure did get a lot of eyes. He walked through the streets of Monrovia lost in thought. No one noticed that he was a Crux though, since he had made sure he was well hidden with a muffler covering one half of his face and a cap covering another half. If people had been able to tell him apart, who knows what kind of rumors would start. Right now, he just wanted some time to himself. He thought that maybe afterward, he could get something for his wife, knowing how depressed she must feel at the moment. He passed by some shops and looked for something that could be suitable.
As John was window shopping, his eyes were cast upon the bar just across the street from where he stood. "Ah, maybe it's time for a good beer . . " he thought, as if letting down his guard. Of course, any man would have gotten a good drink in his situation, but I guess John was too focused with his life to think about getting drunk. He crossed the street separating them with an air of suspicion. Someone was following him. He could feel it in his blood. Was he being targeted again? John hesitantly opened the door as he looked behind him suspiciously. No one was there, but yet. . there was an air circling about his mind that there was. Maybe . . was it May trying to tag along with him again? No. . she couldn't have. She was asleep.
John walked in to find the usual bar atmosphere. Everyone drinking, not doing things that they should be doing. To him, a bar was an escape from men who couldn't handle their lives,the bar was no place for him, as he is someone who could do well with his life. John pushed his cap down as he walked about the place, making sure that no one was able to notice him unless they had a keen eye. He especially did not want to be noticed here, a place where information is always being exchanged. "I'll get a quick drink and be off," he thought, not being aware of where he stepped, "Regilia might get angry if she found out I started drinking again. . then, maybe if I get her some wine she wouldn't care." It was soon then when he bumped into a purple headed female who had been talking with some others. "I'm sorry. . " he gruffly said, not wanting to show too much of his face, yet wanting to be polite at the same time. And after apologizing, he walked off to one of the seats all the way at the end that was in front of the bartender. Did they see him? His cap almost did slip off.
"I'll have a White Russian." he ordered as the bartender came to serve him as he sat down. It was just going to be that and then he was off. But maybe. . since the feeling of being followed was still about his mind, he would linger around just to make sure that he would be safe in going home. Hell, he knew that if he was going to be attacked here, there would be too many witnesses wouldn't there? But John knew that he mustn't underestimate. Back in his younger days, he's met a lot of fine assassins who could easily kill him in the spot that he is in now, cleanly and without anyone seeing. When the drink came to him, he sipped a little at a time, making sure that he wouldn't be too drunk when he got home to his wife.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 11:02 pm
My fingers point like an arrow that's been pierced into my chest. To the truth of myself...of the days I have struggled and betrayed myself ╔═════════════⚜════════════╗ Lucian looked up from his drink, as his eyes caught a glance at the man that had bumped in Dell. He had noticed the cap on the man, then his orbs glanced down, to his slight wrinkles and a styled beard on the older man's face. 'Almost seems like...he's hiding his face, by the way he didn't exactly want to show his face.' his thought rang through his head. He looked at the man as he went over to stools by the bar, and his suspections continued to rumble in his head, like a wind whipping paper around on a violently windy day. Lucian took a sip of his orange drink, the after taste was like a smooth whipped cream topping that had disvoled into his tastebuds. This drink always brought him happy memories, of day spent after school from a long day of learning. It made had his troubles go away for only a slight second. He had gotten up, moving pass Desiderio, heading towards the men's room, which was close to the bar, to his unknowing hopes.
Lucain, walked into the bathroom, as he finished doing his buisness the time came to wash his hands. His eyes stared at the reflection, but they only contained nothing but emptyiness and unsureness. These mirrors are a fortunate burdan. They contain the things we don't want to see and other objects help warn us. He'd only sighed softly, and washed his hands and face a bit. As, he made his way out of the bathroom, he saw the same gentlemen that had bumped into Dell. 'Just who this man? I feel as though I have seen him before.' he thought continued. Then his mind flashed with memories of him sitting on the couch watching the news as his usual routine. The name was off by a bit, but he made out a last name.
"Crux."
His lips moved, but no words came out.
Lucian looked up from his short daze, feeling a bit light-headed, but he shaked his head getting the unsure sentiments out of his mind. He decided to apporch the older male, drinking his alcholic drink to back off a little from the stench of liquor. "It's all right." he said softly at first. "You have been pardoned for bumping into my friend." he added, placing an elbow on the counter. He found it strange that this male wanted to be alone from anyone else in this bar, but than again Lucian was the same way himself. He could feel a bad strom brewing in his gut, telling him that something was up with this man. He only shrugged off the feeling, as he looked down at the bearded man. "Just to give you an advise old timer. It's not wise to be alone." he said, he felt like a hypocrite, since he had never followed his own advise before, mostly when it came down to doing things alone. Lucian nodded at the man, and headed back to his seat where the others were.
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One day...I'll break that mirror with the same arrow that has broken me.
One day...I just hope...that I will truely smile for once.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 3:37 pm
How do you unlock this door that has no key?
Can you think of a way? <N-A-N-A ¤ S-U-Z-A-K-I> ”Ahaha, no problem. Something like that would probably happen to me too.” Nana took another chip—this time without the dip—and took a careful bite. Feeling bored, she had taken her phone out and was maneuvering the keyboard with one hand while using her other hand to bite into another chip. Coincidentally enough, one of her college friends was going to arrive soon in Monrovia, and after the party, she might as well go to the small reunion some of her other friends had planned. Having just placed her phone back into her purse, Nana had just looked up in time to notice an older-looking man bump into Dell and apologize. Funnily enough, the person in question looked quite familiar. Nana pondered this fact. Almost like Uncle Tanaka…can’t be. Uncle’s eyes are a different shade of gray. Still… Lucian had excused himself and was quietly conversing with the man on the other side of the bar.
As Lucian slid back into his seat, Nana quietly asked him a question. Did you know that man? It seems that he’s…familiar somewhat.” ooc: asdfghjkl. short pov. oh well. :/
We can't go back to the beginning
The story is set, and our destinies too...
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 1:27 pm
Desiderio Ciphers
Desiderio was thankful for Dell for humoring him with his attempt at small talk. According to her, everything was going well, but a small detail perked his interest.
Roses? He didn't know much about the flower language, but he knew that roses were supposed to translate to love (according to his girlfriend) or something like that. "Maybe you had a lot of customers wanting to show off their feelings to their significant other?" he answered, looking up at the young woman.
A man bumped into Dell before he could speak any further. Des arched an eyebrow as he glanced up at the man. He was definitely dressed for the cold with that coat and muffler. His cap slipped a little, showing off some of the older man's features. Definitely a rugged individual who had seen much in his time. His cap was pretty stylish too. As one who considered himself a connoisseur of hats, Desiderio could respect the stranger's choice of headwear.
And yet, the man seemed a little familiar to him. But where had he seen him before? Des had a bad feeling about this encounter.
The man had offered an apology to Dell before wandering off towards the bar. Des didn't see that as odd, considering people who usually went to the bar alone to drink had something on their minds and would rather be alone. As someone who used to frequent bars and drink himself stupid, he could understand. Something had probably happened to the man and he wanted to drink in peace. Lucian had gotten up to go to the bathroom (weak bladder from the soft drink?), but he was only there for a few moments before moving towards the bar to speak to the man. He didn't spend long there either before returning to his seat.
Desiderio turned back to look at Dell before Lucian returned. "You okay?" he asked softly. He then heard Nana asked Lucian if he knew the guy. So he wasn't the only one who felt that stranger was familiar. "Regardless of who he is, he wants to be alone. We probably shouldn't dig too deep into this." he added towards his fellow detectives.
After another chip with dip, he took a few thirsty gulps of his alcohol before setting the bottle down. He just couldn't shake off a feeling of foreboding coming from the stranger.
Hipster Detective
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