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| Saeko | Aug 19 2016, 06:07 AM Post #1 |
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The skies were dark. Beyond a few drunks and insomniacs, most people would be asleep around this time of night. And it was how he liked it. There was no one really around to stare at his eyes, where underneath, were genetic and puffy eye bags. Coming from a ghoulish family, it wasn't anything unusual, but he still detested both that, and his pale skin nonetheless. A cab was waiting for him outside of his house, a cruel reminder of what had happened to him not that long ago. While trying to teach a wannabe mercenary on how to do his first job, his motorbike had been left behind and destroyed in a town controlled by the mafia, and his tattered disguise as well. So there was no special outfit he was wearing to conceal his identity, not that he really cared. When you had the power to harden the density of your bones, and even replace them, why worry at all about getting shot or stabbed? The only thing he really had to make sure, was that anyone who touched him in any way he didn't like, would die. Didn't matter if they were rich, poor, or had family to worry about. A kill was a kill no matter who it was. "Just drive around." Entering in the cab, his usual driver was there, sent by the barman who he got most of his killing contracts from, and who's daughter now tended to invade his house. But he wasn't out here for any specific mission, even though he did actually need the money for it. This was all just too scope out areas he had been told to check, but was either too lazy to do so, or hadn't just to spite the bartender for sending him so called mercenaries. And all on his own accord. Edited by Saeko, Aug 30 2016, 01:46 AM.
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| Hisoka | Aug 27 2016, 10:15 PM Post #2 |
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Willem swirled his wine glass nonchalantly as he stared blankly into the shallow, blood-red liquid as it lashed against the walls of his glass. Willem had spent the majority of his day arguing with his butlers in an attempt to convince them to lie about his health so that Willem could spend the night at home. Willem always despised these events; wealthy families gathering to praise each other's financial success and brag about their dreadfully dull lives of luxury. Everyone at these parties seemed to strive for idleness. It annoyed Willem greatly that people could take pride in such a dull concept. He polished off the last of his beverage and set the glass aside as his limousine pulled up to the estate. It was just half the size of his father's home, yet still managed to tower over the other properties on the block. His chauffeur strode along the side of the vehicle until he arrived outside of Willem's door. Willem sighed loudly as he prepared his facial muscles to endure a long night of forced smiles and pity laughs. His door swung open and he stepped out with a cheerful, toothy smile. He spent the next few minutes shaking hands and exchanging introductions. On the outside, he appeared to be having a great time, but inside he was screaming for some sort of distraction. He'd hoped one of these old, fat bastards would collapse of heart failure or that one of these overpriced cigars would ignite the luxurious fabrics that lined the residence. Anything to kill the boredom and resentment that seemed to be boiling inside him. |
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| Saeko | Aug 31 2016, 02:43 AM Post #3 |
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Wealthy neighborhoods. Even before one had totaled his motorbike, and completely tore his outfit to pieces, were places he always hated. Sure, they had money, but there were plenty he didn't appreciate about them. Like the security. Fun as it sometimes was for it to be unpredictable, it would be a lie to say he didn't wish they were more consistent. Some of them had plenty of disposable body guards patrolling the estate. While others might have some kind of laser grid that required the use of acrobatics, or maybe even have the balls to not have any security at all. But no matter which kind of security they had, he had enough experience to know the people who lived there, were roughly all the same. Trying to confront them personally, just didn't bring them fear. Whether it was because of money, or because they were so used to being in a position of power, he wasn't really sure. The only thing he knew was that it was irritating coming across. Though much like exhaling, annoyance for him, was just a passing moment. The view outside of the cab, he wouldn't really call it much of a view. Mansions, beyond the hedges and fountains, were really just like any other housing. Only unnecessarily spacious, and filled with people of lower status. He already had a life where he sat on his ass all day, everyday, doing mostly nothing. The difference between his life style, was wanting to actually fight on his own, than pay someone. So passing by the mansions within this neighborhood, he had seldom asked to really stop by any of them. A majority had their lights turned off, implying that they were off somewhere in an even bigger mansion. And those that did have their lights on, the guests were minimal. It was these type of estates, where he asked to slow down, just enough so he could do the drive-by he wanted. The screams he heard, after throwing what was essentially a resume of his experience, shoved through one of his bone swords, gave him a sense of satisfaction. In and out. Those were words to live by, looking around a place like this. Although if he found the entertainment to stick around for much longer, then he certainly would. The paper supply he had brought, was starting to wind down anyway. If he was going to be in a wealthy neighborhood, might as well crash the party, and enjoy himself. It wasn't like the rich really had anything to fear from damaged furniture. Or guests. Another mansion was in the distance, and seemed to have even more guests than the others. Telling the driver to stop the car, he left with his hands in his pockets, and began his walk there. With what he had been doing on the way here, and his own casual appearance, compared to those he had passed by, it was likely his presence had already been noticed in a place like this. And if not, then it will. (Tuesdays and Thursdays might be my only free days, excluding weekends.) |
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| Hisoka | Oct 4 2016, 04:22 AM Post #4 |
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Willem reluctantly shook hands and exchanged formal greetings with a number of people as he entered the estate and made his way across the courtyard. Wearing a large, dazzling smile across his face, all of the other guests seemed to be convinced that there was no place Willem would rather be. Of course, this was the furthest thing from the truth. In the privacy of his own mind, Willem was verbally assaulting each individual as he shook their hands and complimented their attire. As he finally clawed his way out of the horde of fellow party-goers, he decided inch his way towards the back of the room in an attempt to fade into the background. After he seemed to shake off all the attention, he began to drain champagne glasses in rapid succession in an attempt to distract from the boredom. As he polished off his third glass, a rather interesting whisper caught his ear. He decided to edge his way along the walls and position himself closer to the conversation. It was between two of the bodyguards and a butler of the estate. From what Willem understood, they were reporting a shady-looking individual lurking about the premises of the estate. The butler didn't think much of it and decided it wasn't important enough to contact the residents, and insisted that they keep a close eye on the boy and make sure he doesn't enter the property, to witch they agreed and turned to exit. Willem's lips began to curve into a slight smile; the first genuine smile of the night. He wondered if this could be his big break. Was it a burglar? A kidnapper looking for ransom? Or perhaps just a drugged up bum? Any of the above options seemed to present far more entertainment than obnoxious drivel being spewed by the dull rich-folk that surrounded him. Willem slapped his wide, cheerful grin on once again in order to avoid suspicion and began to wiggle his way towards the exit. He intended to trail the guards, hoping they would lead him to the suspicious looking boy they warned the butler about. Willem wanted to observe the boy a bit, perhaps he could decipher his intentions without having to confront him. Being seen talking to such a person would most certainly guarantee a scolding from his own caretaker, as all of his peers would undoubtedly disapprove of the interaction. |
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| Saeko | Oct 10 2016, 10:01 PM Post #5 |
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It was the usual procedure. Anyone deemed as suspicious, would be approached by help that was hired first. The wealthy were supposedly worth more than whatever was being paid by the henchmen. But that alone would be noticeable enough to serve as an inconvenience, for those who were actually invited to the party, rather than attempting to get in like he was. And they weren't going to just let him in, by asking nicely. He wasn't apart of this world where smiles went all around, and people could chatter about nothing for hours, without any worry that there would be danger. So coming to the front of the gates, which was naturally closed and opened up by the help, his appearance had raised eyebrows from the guards, who he stared at without much worry. It wasn't supposed to get bloody, but it could. He was only here to really demonstrate his skills, and make potential clients. Because if the ones who owned the estate really believed these guards could do better than what he could, then they would surely learn that was a huge mistake. "Could you let me inside?" His hand rubbed the back of his neck, a feeling of familiarity coming across him, as he watched the men exchange looks between each other, silently communicating. This was almost a repeat of what happened, when he had escorted that giant who called himself a mercenary, to the kid's first job. Except he wouldn't have to look out for anyone other than himself. Which meant this would be a lot less diplomatic. "We were told not to let you on the premises. So if you leave and go back to where you came from, no one will get hurt. What will it be?" "And there's no other option?" "Afraid not." He turned around, much to the apparent surprise of the guards, who looked at each other once more in obvious confusion. But it was naive to think he came all the way here, just to be forced to leave the property, by a couple of guards with likely weak quirks. So he let them get comfortable, but keeping in mind his range limit, he stopped short of sixteen feet, before forming the shape of a gun with one of his hands. "Finger Drilling Bullets." Though he was able to keep it to a minimum, he could never stop the wincing from coming, as the skin around the fingertips tore itself open. The nail ontop was pushed up, as the bone underneath was hardened and shot out, spinning like a bullet. This continued three more times, and all to see how strong the gate was. Tech |
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