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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jun 13, 2012 18:15:48 GMT -5
I storm into the office like area with loud huffs, only half paying attention when a girl's voice calls out to me as I'm about to let myself into the back. I mean come on! Someone may be dying for all I know!!!
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Haku
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Post by Haku on Jun 13, 2012 18:18:32 GMT -5
"Miss? Miss LeBeau!" Jasmine calls out to the elder blond stopping her in her tracks. "Do you have an appointment?"
"Er... No..."
"Please fill out this form then," The girl holds out a clipboard to the now almost exhausted Namine LeBeau whom takes a seat to do so.
(there we go, have at it Miri~)
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Jun 13, 2012 18:22:24 GMT -5
He watched, interested, from the doorway of his office.
The LeBeau girl had found her way here at last, then, had she...
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jun 13, 2012 19:14:23 GMT -5
Finishing up filling out the form I hand it back to the girl she frowns deeply, "I see, personal reasons... Can you explain in greater detail?"
Growling I slam my hands down, "Look kid for all I know someone is dying! Now either let me see your boss or I'll--!"
"Calm down Ms. LeBeau, he'll be about to see you shortly!" The young blond's voice doesn't raise and continues to hold an ease in it. "Now please take a seat to wait until called for."
(was to lazy to make this more than one post.)
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Jun 13, 2012 19:19:17 GMT -5
((Heehee.))
A fleeting shadow across the floor and out beneath the door. Then, a simple matter to reach deep into the blonde's mind, adjusting his features to match the handsome man he'd been at the masquerade, only this time, without the elaborate costume. Instead, skinny jeans, multicolored designs stitched on them in metallic threads, under a black button-up shirt, with long black hair tied back into a high ponytail... yes. Yes, perfect, just so, a match to her remembrance and her ideals of beauty...
He opened the door, stepped inside; a quick shake of his head told Jazz not to comment as he walked up to her desk.
"Is he back in yet? Or... is he still out?" he asked, then paused, turning towards Namine.
He let a puzzled expression cross his face before brightening in remembrance.
"Well, now! Fancy meeting you again, and in a place like this! I'm not sure you remember me... From the ball?"
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jun 13, 2012 19:23:54 GMT -5
I was about to tell this guy to book it when he speaks to me. Something echos in my mind and I find myself speaking without meaning to, "Oh... You're the mystery man?" I had known he had something to do with place, maybe my intuition is getting bett--- Wait, no, no! Stay focused! You need information you nitwit! "Are you here concerning a life or death matter as well?"
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Jun 13, 2012 19:28:32 GMT -5
He tilted his head at her, then shrugged.
"Nothing so dire," he admitted. "Just a small favor, really. I'd heard this was the place to come if anything unusual were involved and privacy was an issue, so here I am... but it seems the owner is out at the moment." He sighed, shook his head.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jun 13, 2012 19:30:44 GMT -5
I sigh heavily, "Yes... Yes it does seem so..." I frown to myself before jumping to my feet. "Oh dear! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rash or rude towards you... I, er... I mean." Think, think, think!
"Would you like to sit with me?"
WHAT?
Well, that works I guess.
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Jun 13, 2012 19:33:21 GMT -5
"Of course," he said, smiling. He pulled two chairs closer to each other, offered her a seat.
"So, what are you here to see the information broker for?" he asked. "You said it was a matter of life or death?"
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jun 13, 2012 19:35:53 GMT -5
"I need to know where someone lives... They just sort of stopped talking mid sentence... I really hope their just passed out and not poisoned or something!" I take a seat next to him my hands running through my hair in anxiety. "He's my first client too!"
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Jun 13, 2012 20:00:17 GMT -5
"Client?" he asked curiously. "I hope they're alright. Maybe, if you told me their name, I could help you find out where they live? No need to pay Izaya for something like that, I've heard you never know what his prices are going to be."
He gave her his friendliest, most open smile, aided by the small hooks he had in her subconscious, allowing her to see what he wished her to see.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jun 14, 2012 12:06:08 GMT -5
Hmmm, well he seems sincere enough, "His name is Steven... Steven Stone..."
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