Post by Avery Winters on Mar 4, 2013 1:41:42 GMT -5
Ten more minutes. Ten more minutes and you can get the fuck out of here.
The call had come through on his mobile at quarter past noon and Avery had agreed to meet up with the "customer" at 1PM in front of the Internet Cafe. It was now 1:30, and the rain was coming down in buckets. Of course the phone's battery died as soon as he tried to text the guy... typical. He wouldn't have bothered waiting at all if it hadn't been for the fact that this new guy was promised to be a very, very good customer.
"Fuck this," Avery mumbled as he pushed open the door to the cafe.
"Hey kid! I already told you. Unless you pay for some time you can't stay in here." The clerk glared over his hipster frames and pointed to the door.
"Ah come on, just ten minutes! I'm just waiting for someone and..."
"They're late. I know, you already told me. I know what you're doing. Get the hell out or I'll call the manager."
"Go ahead and call him, then. I'll tell him your a hipster douche bag and you wear ugly scarves."
Last Edit: Mar 5, 2013 0:09:21 GMT -5 by Avery Winters
Post by Tyrant Creed on Mar 4, 2013 6:29:55 GMT -5
"Okay. I called him," the wretch said "We're supposed to meet outside the Internet Cafe at 1 this afternoon. Please, will you let me go now." Asked, dull eyes flickering between the barrel of a beretta 9mm and the cold blue eyes of the man holding the weapon. "How kind of you to help," the man said, taking the gun away from where it was aimed at the wretch's head and tucking it in the back of his belt.
Almost immediately, despicable creature stumbled to it's feet "T-thank you so much!" Tyr just smile and swiped his hand across so fast the poor thing didn't even have time to blink. Head bobbing, the cut through it so deep it nearly severed the spinal cord, and the body fell to the ground. Using some of the water covering his hands, Tyr shielded himself from the spraying blood.
Straightening the cuffs of his charcoal grey Armani suit, the hybrid left the dilapidated hotel he had been using to interrogate the answer out of the poor wretch. Tyr had broken him almost immediately. The hybrid whistled merrily to himself as he walked outside, keeping the water off of himself as he walked to the limo, his soaked driver opening the door for him.
Tyr tsked, waving a hand and making the water leave the poor woman alone. "You should know better. Keep yourself dry, dear. You could catch your death in this weather." He told her as he climbed inside and relaxed. After the limo driver got in, the hybrid wasted no time in telling her the location. "Do hurry, we're already late.
Arriving sometime past 1:30, Tyr wasted no time, climbing from the limo without waiting for his driver and walked to the cafe door, doubting anyone inside would notice that he was not wet. He pushed through just in time to hear the end of a conversation between a clerk and someone who looked a few years younger than him, and was nearly an entire foot shorter. Tyr approached, stopping more than a yard away. The hybrid smiled politely, albeit a tad smugly, and asked "Am I interrupting something, gentlemen?"
Post by Avery Winters on Mar 4, 2013 11:53:54 GMT -5
"Er..."
Avery looked the newcomer over and immediately felt uneasy. That's an expensive-ass suit... and he doesn't even look that much older than me. I wonder what he's doing here?
"You're not interrupting anything," Avery mumbled, averting his eyes back to the clerk. "You win this time, Rocco," he continued, fishing a couple soaked dollars from his jacket pocket and tossing them onto the counter in front of the clerk. "That's enough for at least a coffee, right?"
Rocco gave his usual disgruntled eye roll and made his way to the coffee machine. Avery peeled his wet jacket and hoodie off and hung them on the back of a chair to dry. The anxious feeling in his stomach still hadn't left him, and he suddenly thought Big customer... wait a sec... what if...?
He turned back to face the guy in the suit. "Hey, uh... you wouldn't happen to be looking for someone named Avery, would you?"
"Why would someone like him be looking for someone like you," seethed Rocco as he set a mug of steaming black coffee onto the counter.
"Shut up, will ya?" Avery growled back, wrapping his cold hands around the ceramic and letting the warmth spread.
Last Edit: Mar 5, 2013 0:11:00 GMT -5 by Avery Winters
Post by Tyrant Creed on Mar 7, 2013 4:06:51 GMT -5
Tyr grinned. It was more or less obvious that he did not belong there, wearing a custom made suit whose tie's cost alone likely would have sent either of these two staggering. But that was besides the point.
The hybrid watched the boy pay the clerk for a coffee, a clerk who then rolled his eyes before making his way to the coffee machine. If he had been in anything less than a good mood, Tyr would have found such behavior wearying. As things stood, it amused him.
At the boy's curious question, the hybrid wryly and gave a slight tilt of his head. "You wouldn't happen to be him, would you?" Even as he asked, Tyr already knew, the question the boy had asked had told him enough. The fact that the clerk answered it for him a second later helped though, and he grinned.
"You might want to make that two coffees, Rocco." The hybrid called, lightly tossing the clerk a twenty that managed to turn thrice over midair before floating down to the counter. Turning back to Avery, Tyr grinned "I'm a favorite at strip clubs." he waved in the general direction of the nearest place available for two people to sit. "Have a seat?"
Post by Elizabeth Vance on Mar 23, 2013 21:01:06 GMT -5
Elizabeth walked across the street towards the small cafe. It reaked of smog and garbage to her hyper sensitive nose. She hated big cities, but decided it was worth being there if she was going to get paid. She had been sent here by a client to kill a former drug cartel member, and her client refused to pay up because of problems holding down a job. And being a vampire, if debts weren't able to be paid in cash, they were to be paid in blood.
The stone vampire walked into the small cafe cautiosly, removing her sunglasses to reveal her icey blue eyes. She sat down in a seat by a window, and ignoring the no smoking signs, pulled out a cigarette. Elizabeth attempted to use her lighter several times before giving up because it wouldn't spark.
" Uh, anyone have a light I can use?" She asked, giving glimpses of her slightly extended teeth from recently feeding. Elizabeth noticed the man in the expensive looking suit and immediately thought of the business oportunities. He looked like a rich man, possibly a business man. And what business man didn't have an enemy they wished hadn't existed...or ceased to exist?
