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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2013 14:24:48 GMT
There were some times James reconsidered his choice of dropping out of college and deciding to strike his way out into the world, come what may. These feelings coincidentally reared their heads just around the time when his landlady used to drop off the monthly rent with a sweet reminder to pay it on time or else. This was the reason why a certain ex-delinquent found himself on a park bench in the suburbs of Nova Athens, waiting for the same client who had called him yesterday in his only formal suit that he was obligated to wear every time a more respectable (read: higher paying) person requested his services. "Are you...James Wock?" a distinctly female voice inquired. "Yes" James replied simply, taking in the sight of his probably customer. She was easily recognizable as belonging to the class of the wealthier residents of Nova Athens, but James already suspected that from the given address he was asked to show up at, as well as the more sophisticated tones that had greeted him over the phone. Other details; hair too deeply colored to be considered natural and too smooth skin speaking of plastic surgery, completed the image of a middle-aged woman out for 'excitement' and 'fulfillment'. She was one of the people that every street rat learned how to con for their bread and butter. "I need you to look up a certain person for me." the lady began without any preamble "Find out a few details about his life, relatives, hobbies- the like." James very nearly raised an eyebrow. A stalker who hired people to snoop after her obsession, in this digital day and age. How... creepy. The lady blushed, no doubt anticipating James's reaction, but still she firmly forged onward. "You'll find more details about your target in this." she said, pushing forward an envelope which James gingerly accepted "The first week's pay as well as my contact info will be in it. I expect you to call me within ten days- after which you may receive further payment." Having finished what she wanted to say, and clearly not expecting any objections from James she turned around and strode out of the park. Looking at her back James was tempted to shout out the fact that this wasn't a third rate detective movie or one of those cheesy romance novels that she was probably all too used to. Stalking somebody...well there were laws against that and besides, James was no PI to go around shadowing mafia dons complete with a classy suit and black fedora. But then again he always had a rather lax view on the sanctity of laws and he really could use the money. Sighing to himself the teenager opened the envelope to be greeted with a photo of a middle-aged man with slicked back, black hair and a pair of glasses perched on his nose. A caption identified him as 'Giovanni'. "Might as well as get this thing on the road." James muttered ruefully to himself.
A few hours later found James, now in a casual pair of jeans and a t-shirt, discreetly keeping an eye on the house where his 'target' was supposed to be residing- all in the guise of walking a dog (don't ask). "Come on, appear already." James grumbled to himself, having been walking around in the vicinity for a good hour or so waiting for any sign of the man "I'm supposed to be pursuing a higher calling, dammit!"
@giovanni
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2013 19:30:44 GMT
WINTER
IS COMING | Mario and Luigi were coming back from an exploratory campaign for a simple heist. Their plumbing company's minivan swerved into the driveway, bouncing from a clumsy blow to the curb, and the duo hopped out after parking in the U driveway. They still wore their disguise dirty overalls. They were coming straight from a scoping out mission to meet with the boss and relay the news as to where the safe was hidden.
"I gotta take a piss first. Using the bathroom here freaks me out," Luigi muttered. Mario responded and took the courtesy to look into his van, unloading some equipment from the back. Meanwhile, Luigi went over to a clipped hedge and unleashed his stream into the leaves, taking a gander at the property. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2013 12:55:04 GMT
James had long accepted that life had a problem with him. Destiny, karma, fate- whatever you may want to call the idea, entity whatever, seemed to have an inherent dislike for the scarred teenager. But, seriously somebody deciding to attend to nature's call by the exact place he was hiding? They weren't even trying to be subtle anymore. Now he had two options open to him; either go and severely impair the offender's ability to procreate- because getting pissed on would piss anybody off, or he could just sit back and take this as the sort of hazard that occasionally had to be dealt with when trying to stalk people. Yeah who was he kidding? With a foot he cautiously prodded awake the Jack Russel terrier he had been walking the whole day. At first James thought it as a good way to complete a job while looking inconspicuous at the same time but now... See the owner before sending out the Jack Russel terrier along with James had told him a list of commands the dog had been trained for. 'Sit', 'fetch', 'roll over', 'play dead' and most importantly of all... "Sic 'em" James ordered the dog with a sadistic smile across his face. A second later a high pitched scream could be heard echoing across the neighborhood. Well, subtlety had never been one of James's strong points anyway.
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