|
Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Nov 9, 2011 21:48:35 GMT -5
A black car was slowly driving through the Labyrinth, carefully manoeuvring to avoid the many obstacles littered about the narrow street until it came to a stop in front of what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. The driver exited the car, quickly pulling open the backseat door and pulled a blinfolded anddisoriented man from the vehicle, all but dragging him into the building. He slammed the door securely shut before dragging him to a chair that was bolted to the concrete floor, forcing him to sit in it before restraining him.
Once the deed was done Noctis looked around to see if his employer had already arrived. Normally he wouldn't have gone so far as to kidnap, but he hadn't found himself appalled with the act when Izaya had requested it of him. It was not like there was bodily harm involved and the man currently in the chair HAD foregone paying his debt to the info broker, so Noctis could find little sympathy for him. He sighed deeply and pulled the balaclava from his head, after all it was not like the kidnap victim could see him.
|
|
|
Post by Izaya Orihara on Nov 30, 2011 10:23:39 GMT -5
((GAH EMI I AM SO SO SO SORRY I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS))
Izaya stepped out of the shadows, grinning.
"Well done, well done, my young friend," he spoke in oozing, oily tones. "Yes, well done indeed..." He walked over, kneeled, took the man's chin in his hand. He quivered with fright. "Oh, yes, you recognize my voice, don't you? Good, good..."
He grinned, his teeth appearing sharpened in the shadows of the room.
|
|
|
Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Nov 30, 2011 22:14:59 GMT -5
Noctis looked towards Izaya as he stepped from the shadows, nodding in acknowledgement before he looked towards his blindfolded victim. It seemed that the man found Izaya truly unsettling, which was completely understandable, as the blood seemed to drain from the man's face. The fear seemed to please Izaya judging by the grin on his face. Cautious, having never kidnapped someone before, he looked towards the entrance of the warehouse with his ears strained in order to listen for any incoming intruders.
|
|