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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jan 1, 2013 2:32:48 GMT -5
A man with long white hair that is spiky, sorta, and bright orange eyes that flicker in the moonlight snarls under his breath. His nails, long and well kept, tap against his dark jeans as he lets out a frustrated sigh. He thankfully won't be cold tonight due to his white half sweater that is trimmed with with black fur, black muscle shirt with three silver claw marking designs on it seeing how the sweater-hoodie combination like thing is opened in the front. His dark and ripped jeans ride a little low, hugging his hips and become somewhat baggy at the knees. His shoes are black boots with white laces. The bangs on his left side are thicker and fall into his eyes, some of his hair is pulled over his shoulders. Once again orange eyes flicker to yellow and then he turns, a cell phone pressed to one ear, hair bristling as he moves, “No, seriously... I'm fine, stay where you are at... Uuuhhhh... Please, just two more weeks, that's all I need.”
A pause is heard as he leans against the building he has been standing by, an impressive joint known as Veil. Pulling the phone back he checks the time, half past ten, five minutes before when he was told to be here. His target should be showing up then due to a fake e-mail sent to her asking her for help. Little does she know its just a set up. He sighs to himself as he hears the person he's talking to on the phone begin to use a very specific tone with him, one he can fight since its not accompanied by her trademark begging expression. He sighs again as he whispers a fast, “I know, I know... I'll hurry, I love you.” And then he hangs up, silencing his phone as he does, eyes sad as he waits.
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Post by Shiki on Jan 1, 2013 21:08:33 GMT -5
Damon went where he wanted in the city, despite the warnings from Shiki. She told him not to go certain places even if he had never been caught before. To keep her from wondering he'd even mentioned he was going down to Veil that night. Her response was a usual threat and then a muttering about how she hoped someone named Lea 'kicked his ass out or worse'.
If anything, that just made him want to go more. Truly he wasn't looking for trouble. As he headed to the door of the place he noticed a guy leaning up against it. He didn't really know why he bothered to even ask, but he did, "You lost or something?"
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jan 1, 2013 21:26:12 GMT -5
His orange gaze drifts to the other male, it takes him in and then he shakes his head, "No." Hidden in his hair, white cat ears flinch as his nose catches a scent completely... Demonic... But then again, what more should he expect in this city? This is why he hadn't allowed her to come with him after all... Yeah, that's what he'll keep telling himself...
After a moment he looks back, frowning, "I am just waiting for someone... They'll probably run late." His shoulders move up and down in a shrug. "Why do you ask?" His curiosity is peaked, wonder over certain motives... especially since the bastard whom put him up to this said they had a "new student"... He hopes this isn't the one...
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Post by Shiki on Jan 1, 2013 21:34:04 GMT -5
He nodded at the guy's answer, noticing the demonic hint, not full though. At his question he turned more to him, "Don't really know myself. Guess I thought you looked like you needed something, figured I'd ask." Damon has no clue, he just felt off about the guy. He was becoming just as nosy as humans, and it bothered him.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jan 1, 2013 21:40:52 GMT -5
"Heh, yeah... But if you could solve all my problems I would've found you before now," He exhales slowly and tugs at a belt loop, dragging it up a little bit. Then he smirks. "Although, it was a noble gesture of-"
His pupils dilate a moment, slitting as he stops at the tail end of his sentence. Then his eyes flick to the left, a scared expression passing over him before it settles to a look of normality.
Walking just down the road is the head strong and all mighty Namine Joy LeBeau. Her eyes spark with an energy that sweeps the white male's mind away in a crash of a wave. Slitted pupils return to normal as he whispers softly.
"Que problem one."
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Post by Shiki on Jan 1, 2013 21:47:53 GMT -5
He slid his eyes down the street, raising an eyebrow. Damon, however, wasn't going to offer help. For one thing, he did not do charity work often and only if he really felt he needed to. At that point, that wasn't his feelings. And he was worried he was becoming too human. That he refused to happen.
"The blond chick is a problem?"
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jan 1, 2013 21:51:06 GMT -5
"Yeah..." He exhales and stretches before shoving from the wall, turning to Damon as he does. "Wanna go in and get a drink? The first one is on me."
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Post by Shiki on Jan 1, 2013 21:56:58 GMT -5
He shrugged, "Why not? It's what I came for anyway." And someone was offering to pay. That was one he wasn't going to pass up.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jan 1, 2013 22:00:35 GMT -5
"Great," And he slips into Veil, he walks up to the bar... Time to test this new look... Hopefully no one will notice him. He waits for Damon before deciding on what to order... Nothing too heavy, that won't catch Nami's attention... If he remembers correctly... Hmmm... Is he willing give up his masculinity to impress her?
Possibly...
If it got him outta this quickly...
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Post by Shiki on Jan 1, 2013 22:07:28 GMT -5
Damon follows him up to the bar and leans against it, changing his usual guise to look a bit older. He prefers this one better actually, he seems to be in his early twenties. Because of the kid he always has to be the way she saw him last. Not tonight though.
"Hope you're not the type that needs to be carried home by the end of the night. I don't do any of that," Damon glanced around the place, taking in the atmosphere.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jan 1, 2013 22:18:41 GMT -5
[Nami]
I manage to get to Veil's doors as two guys slip in. Humming to myself I walk in myself, looking for the person I had been asked to come see... A new client maybe? Or maybe just Jazz again?
Sighing I begin to search for someone who looks like they might... Well, might be searching for someone.
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His head shakes as he orders a scotch on the rocks, "No... I don't plan on getting hammered tonight." Orange flicks over to Damon. "How about yourself?"
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Post by Shiki on Jan 1, 2013 22:23:55 GMT -5
"Nah, I don't have time to do so. And considering I'll be on the job in the morning it's not the smartest idea," he looked to the bartender sideways and ordered a rum and coke.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jan 1, 2013 22:31:44 GMT -5
[*is so glad she didn't make him get a fruity drink* XD]
He gets his drink and pays up for the two of them. Sipping at the drink he turns to watch the crowd... Or more a certain blond, "In the morning, huh?" He chuckles to himself. "Consider yourself lucky... I'm on the clock right now."
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Post by Shiki on Jan 1, 2013 22:55:16 GMT -5
"Heh, I probably should've been. But when you can get others to take the job instead, then there isn't a point." Damon looked at him out of the corner of his eye, "Complicated task?"
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Jan 1, 2013 23:03:30 GMT -5
He nods.
"Hell yeah."
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I feel eyes on my back and turn around, searching for the source. Catching an orange gaze I swear my heart stops and then stutters back to a start, "I wonder...?" I begin my discreet trek over.
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