SHE'S A SUICIDE BLONDE, c

People were strange things. Then again, the irony in the thought he just had was strange enough to make him wonder what he was smoking recently ( answer: nothing ). It didn't stop him from thinking it though, that people were incredibly strange and that he had no idea what exactly went on in their heads any more than what he was certain went on in his own.

One could say that his hobby was a tad on the stalker-ish side, to which he'd answer with a shrug and walk away. People were truly judgemental things, and he couldn't stop himself from going back to the original thought of how weird they were. That led him back to how weird he was for just thinking that the people walking down the sidewalk were any different from him, and for a minute Erik was certain that he had to check his waterbottle for anything someone might have slipped in. It was Alexial. Definitely. She always wanted to get back at him. He'd get back at her one day.

That day turned out to not be this day when his eyes landed on a brunette with a camera that was doing the same thing he was. Just like that he was practically entranced, forgetting entirely that it was considered rude to be caught staring at people as his jaw, figuratively speaking, dropped.

Though, his brain had caught up with his body when she yelled at him - after he hummed out a "Hm?" After blinking for a moment, Erik realized that this woman seemed really upset. He had no clue why - completely missing over the flipping-of-the-off while he was busy marveling. "Yes, I do, actually. A lot of things. A name would be a good place to start."

i can think of a million things he'll need WINK WINK

She didn't seem to be too amused by his come back, actually the bite in her words seemed to egg him on - the opposite from what she was wanting. Grin gracing his lips, a certain rock in his stance, Erik had a feeling that getting her out of her bad mood wasn't going to be as hard as she wanted to make it seem.

"Usually, but I thought I'd give someone as stunning as yourself a chance." He paused for a moment, debating on giving her his real name. If it was worth it. For all he knew, she was dangerous - but at the same time he tended to play on the more dangerous side of things. "Erik Alejandro, and you are? Or am I not worthy enough yet?"

you're lucky he's not in a depressing mood.

He was seriously surprised when Star gave him a completly different answer than what he was ready for. By now he'd have at least gotten a name, or really anything to set him off in the right direction. When that didn't happen, he didn't even bother to cover up the slight disappointment.

"Then I'll have to make myself worthy, won't I?" he hummed, suddenly taking off to keep up with her. "So what do I have to do?" Looking over at Star, he felt the beginnings of a grin.

well at least she's surpased test 1

Oh of course he thought he could - there wasn't much Erik thought he couldn't do. He felt a mischevious grin cross his face, as he seemed to focus more on looking at her than he did on where he was walking, narrowly avoiding walking into people who were slower than the two of them. When she came to a sudden stop, Erik almost continued walking, stopping just in front of her and waiting for an answer.

What she told him to do could have been insulting. Erik didn't beg, that was one thing that he absolutely refused to do, and it was also the last thing he would have expected to come from her. The smirk on her face said that she was testing him, that she already knew what he was going to say to begin with.

Well he was going to do what she wasn't expecting, then.

Swallowing his pride, which to be honest he had enough of to sacrifice a little for a predicament such as this, Erik's own grin grew as he lowered himself to his knees. The only issue from that point was that he didn't quite know what to say when he was begging for something.

Man he probably looked pathetic as hell.

"Would you please give me your name? Or I might have to think up my own name for you." And after something like that, Erik was pretty sure it wasn't going to be too nice of a name.

sOBS STAR you better feel lucky erik doesn't do this normally

When she laughs, Erik actually feels a lot better after she let out a laugh than before, a wide, sheepish grin breaking out across his face and all. He pushes himself up, brushing off his knees as he feels his arms reach up and rest behind his head.

"A beautiful name, Star." His grin doesn't falter, nor does he himself sway as he stands in front of her, taking the moment to look at her. "And you're pretty dominate for a girl." Then again, he probably could have not gotten down on his knees and begged, but it seemed like one of the more fun options that he had laid out for him. That and it secured what he wanted, which was a nice bonus.

"So besides people-watching, what are you doing out here?"

i'm typing in present tense i hate you this is ur fault

Erik laughed again, shaking his head. "Maybe, but it's also really unique, you know? You don't hear of a girl named Star every day." It was hard to forget as well.

"Oh really?" He thought about something for a moment, grinning to himself. "And what if I told you I might be a drug dealer, and this is my domain?" Raising his arms as if he were enveloping the space around him, Erik half hoped that she didn't believe him. Unless she was into that sort of thing, then maybe her believing him wasn't that bad.

oh it's short and 2am you better LOVE ME

"Often enough. Not for the strippers, though. I'm more for the clubs, bars." Clients. It was where the bulk of the people who paid him came from, but he didn't become decent friends with most of them - it was almost strictly a business relationship. It was sad.

A mischevious grin spreads across his face as Erik seems to roll on his hells, unable to really stand still for long. "The trial usually falls through anyway." He had connections with enough people, that and he'd been caught once or twice before. Very rarely was he pinned with much evidence, since he did do his job the right way.

"You don't seem like the type for being a police officer, though. Then again, neither does that other cop." He almost narrows his eyes. "Recite the Miranda, then."

awye