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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2014 21:36:07 GMT -5
Jun 11, 2014 21:36:07 GMT -5
somebodyloveme I CAN BE BEAUTIFUL IF ONLY YOU'D GIVE ME A CHANCE The ring of machines and the smoke filled rooms dd little to appease the young model who was hardly here to spend any kind of his personal money. He was here mostly for the grand form of people watching also known as the best entertainment to be found. Heck, maybe he could even find someone to have a good time with only to leave in the dust! Dressed in one of his most comfortable red halter top dresses and four inch heels, he looked rather killer.
With a drink in hand he combed the floors like a cougar looking for his next prey to pounce. So far, he had only seen people of mild interest. There was a rather well to do man playing Craps. Another as off watching the horse races but none seemed his type to even try to converse with. No, he needed someone a bit more lively that could suit his needs. With a click of his tongue and a shake of the head he contuined onwards, ignoring all the low life he past by.
The strawberry blond made a beeline straight for the club area that might prove to hold more interesting folk. Course, it had nothing right off the bat to show him. Sure, there were people listening to music and some dancing a bit too much like a bunch of drunks. That alone made Edea wrinkle his nose in distaste. Prehaps, tonight was nothing more then a fine waste of precious time.
Ah, but alas there was someone that caught his eye. A taller man who looked as bored as Edea felt. Well, maybe he should go over and take some of his time away as a return for the amount Edea had wasted on just wondering about the place. Casually, he made his way to the tall fellow and once he was within ear shout that didn't require yelling, he spoke to him casually.
"Clearly, you look as bored as a turtle basiking on a log in the afternoon or is that more relate-able to you?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2014 23:14:59 GMT -5
Jun 13, 2014 23:14:59 GMT -5
 | ❝ Tap tap tap tap... the heel of Zain's boot connected with the baseboard of the wall, the mercenary unable for even a split second to keep himself still. While he looked as if he was standing there like a statue, his noise-making proved otherwise. Long ago he learned the art of silently making himself look like a mean mother-fucker, simply only to deter random people from coming up and bothering him. He wasn't the type of man who enjoyed random interactions with strangers and with the tight schedule he normally kept for himself he really never had the time for idle meaningless chit chat. When he found himself in establishments like this there were always people who came up to try and chat him up or flirt. I mean ...he didn't blame them, he was sexy as hell. The next time he tried to stalk a mark he'd have to make himself look ...unappealing ....somehow. It would be a daunting task, but it was for the greater good of his job, so he'd take on the near impossible task.
His newest mark was quite the naughty and devious man. Learning his patterns was easy, it was just the hidden security he had following him around that posed a bit of a problem. One of them was top notch, hidden seamlessly into the other crowds, a good distance away from his charge, yet close enough to provide protection if needed. The other one? He must have been new -- he was the weakness in his mark's life. The newbie gave himself away easily to Zain's trained eyes, and he merely had to follow the man's gaze to find the other hidden security personnel. It didn't take him long at all to find out what he needed to know about their rotation and practices. The newbie seemed to have a gambling problem -- gambling at the same table as his boss. The more trained fellow? Well he had an eye for the ladies -- if a tall vivacious woman decided to walk by he completely forgot his job and started to think with the brain that was located between his legs, instead of the brain that was being paid to use.
For the amount of money he was going to be paid to dispatch the man he thought it would be a lot more difficult than this. His plan was already formulated in his mind, and because of that he started to wander around the building, his gaze somewhat absent and dull as he weaved his way through the crowded establishment. The problem with Zain is that his mind was too busy -- jumping from one thing to the next, never giving himself a moment's rest. Eventually he found his way into the club, the music invading his mind for a few seconds, his eyes seeming to come back to life as he scanned the place, trying to find a particular familiar face. When his narrowed eyes couldn't find that distinct head of white hair in the crowd he seemed to settle in a bit more, leaning himself against the wall. Kerberos must have been on one of his own jobs, he was thinking about checking up on his Fighter before he started to hear someone ...talking to him?
Blah Blah Blah...turtle ...blah blah log. Zain blinked a few times, and then finally directed his golden gaze at the shorter and seemingly younger woman. She seemed to be waiting for an answer and Zain just gave her a stare before he raised a thin eyebrow. "...what, the hell?" He'd been too caught up in his own musings to listen to what she'd said, so he had no fucking clue what she was waiting for. With an impatient flick of his wrist he motioned towards another group of people. "...keep on walking, shortcake.."
TAG | @edea
NOTES | sorry this took so long ; ; forgive meh
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2014 21:46:47 GMT -5
Jun 17, 2014 21:46:47 GMT -5
somebodyloveme I CAN BE BEAUTIFUL IF ONLY YOU'D GIVE ME A CHANCE Apparently, Edea had been correct on his statement. Either this man was as truly bored as a basking turtle or had the personality of one. He wasn't too sure if either of those choices happened to be appealing. In fact, he might as well turn around and walk off. However, the words that seemed to vomit out of the taller mans mouth was less then impressive. It was less then intelligent as well.
Edea tilted his head to the side with his less the impressed look across his features. Was he just called a "Shortcake"? How should he take that? Was that about his height or the way that he currently looked. Now if he looked like a sweet and edible cake---he could work with that but not if it was meant as an insult for him to scram. No, Sir.
"Shortcake? Did you come up with that on your own? Charming." Should he kick him between the legs nor or later? Prehaps later after all this fella was a looker even if he wasn't the brightest tool box in the shed. Lifting his drink to his lips he carefully watched the man and then followed his gaze to whatever he was looking at. Once he had an idea he turned back to him and bluntly spoke.
"Being a bit of a creeper are we or are you in training?" With a mouth like his he will never make friends. Ever.
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