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Post by Lord Sami on Jan 30, 2007 18:50:07 GMT -5
ooc; It's cool =D
He took another long drag of his cigarette, flicking his bangs out of his eyes. The dark orbs glittered in the bright neon light of the clubs and had a slight mischevious glint to them. Usually they were dull, blank like a slate of marble, but the life that drifted about this place was intoxicating and frankly, Sehv found himself to be drunk off of it.
He continued on his way, lips pulling back into a smirk at all the cat calls he'd received. Too bad they were only from old icky drunkards, people who would never ever lay a finger on the assassin, and certainly not with the man's permission. Maybe back when he'd been younger, and newer to this scene, he'd have said yes to the right price, but he'd smartened up since then and frankly, he wasn't in any dire need for cash at the moment.
However, a rather strange couple standing by the side of a building caught his eye. What a rather odd pair indeed. After all, their taste in clothes seriously clashed and that boy. Well, that boy certainly didn't look like he was dressed for the red light district. Here it was either, business suits, whore suits, or birthday suits.
Also, said boy also look to be rather young to be hanging out at the red light district. What were they doing now? Selling out little boys to dirty old perverts? Well, Life certainly had become a bitch lately. Mm. In either case he was bored and in need of a conversation, or something a little more physical, but that could wait.
He strutted on over, stopping a few feet away from the two of them. Putting his hands on his hips, he cocked and eyebrow. "Isn't he a little young to be around here at this time of night?" he asked. His eyes were fixed on the boy, studying him.
Now, Lyndon might've thought that he'd hidden his gun well, but Sehvers had more experience in the matters of concealing weapons. So, it wasn't that hard to spot. However, he said nothing. After all, he'd be a hypocrite to start lecturing the kid about how carrying firearms around was wrong and dangerous. He mentally chuckled at the thought.
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Post by Poison Flower on Jan 31, 2007 13:39:00 GMT -5
Fleur looked to Sehv, her eyes narrowed. "He's got the looks of a fifteen year old but sweet heart...he's twenty" she said, "and besides why does it matter to you" She took another drag, only this time, it was shorter. She threw her cig to the ground and stomped it out. Her left ear twitched slightly. She turned her gaze to Lyn who seemed a little nervous.
Lyn's eyes were hidden by his mop of brown hair. The red kougra shook his head slightly, trying to get a better veiw of Sehv. He had no comment, and he didn't feel like saying anything. He turned his gaze to Fleur, who seemed defensive all of a sudden.
Fleur brushed her side bangs out of her eye for a moment. She wanted to get a look at this man with both her eyes.
He wasn't that bad looking, maybe some sprucing up was in order but other than that he seemed like a good man in need of having a good time. But there was something wrong with him. It was the vibe he was sending to her, she didn't like it at all. Fleur's tail whipped the air. "So what brings you to the red light distrtic sweetheart?" she asked, trying to sound as sweet as she could. She flashed him one of her oh so seductive smiles and then turned to Lyn.
Lyn looked like he was going to be sick.
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Post by Lord Sami on Jan 31, 2007 15:05:51 GMT -5
Now, this sudden revelation shocked Sehvers. He had never expected this boy to even be near the age of twenty. Really, it just seemed not to be possible. However, this new information caused a pang of sympathy to blossom forth. He had been around the age of twenty when he'd fallen into the deep dark ditch that was prostitution. It had been his previous occupation before the 'Devil' had scooped him right up into his slimy arms.
That sympathy? It was gone before Sehvers even realized it had been there. Emotions were worthless. He squashed even the smallest tinge of them. They were like roadblocks, getting in the way of reason and logic, perfoming a set task. He couldn't have that. After all, killing people would be rather hard if he had a conscience.
"Well, that's certainly a surprise," he replied, brushing his hair out of his eyes again. A low whistling breath escaped him. Well, didn't that twenty year old look sick as could be? Sehv noticed the sudden change, but remained silent. Well, for now at least. Really, he wasn't that repulsive was he? Sure a bit on the intimidating side, but not repulsive. Repulsive, that was a whole different side of the spectrum.
He smiled sweetly, a task he had perfected over the years. Sehv was a brilliant actor. He needed to be. "Doing my job, deary," he said. Now, Fleur was sharp to have found that air of 'not rightness' about the man. His vibes were dark and ruthless right down to the core, not matter how he tried to hide it with cotton candy pink and rainbow sparkles.
His eyes flicked back to the Kougra. "You don't look so good," he stated dryly, expression turning blank and unreadable as he put his hands on his hips. Taking another long drag of his cigarette before tossing it to the ground and stomping it out with the sole of his boot.
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Post by Poison Flower on Jan 31, 2007 18:14:25 GMT -5
Lyndon looked at Sehv. "Oh it's nothing" he said, "I'll be fine" He smiled slightly. Lyndon was a mysterious one, at times he could act so happy and at other times he could be completely cold. When around Satou, he was always happy. He wasn't sure why though. He felt like he had known her elsewhere...in the past perhaps when he was younger. However, those memories were long gone. When he had met Fleur he ran into the darker side of life, the darker version of himself.
Fleur smirked. "He's just full of surprises sir" she said. She let her side bangs cover her right eye. She was finished looking at the eye candy she had found, or more like the eye candy for them. Fleur flicked her tail again. "And what job would that be sunshine?" she asked. This guy...he was nothing near a sunshine. He was dark, and it left a bad taste on her tongue. Then again, she wasn't the cleanest Kyrii in the world.
Unlike Lyn who was twenty, Fleur was only eighteen. She remembered when her career started. Her father finally appeared in her life after her mother was murdered by a mysterious man, well not that mysterious because the one who ended up killing her mother was her father. The police had to close the case though because to them there were no clues what so ever. Anyway, her father had introduced her to these men at the age of fourteen. The rest...can go unsaid because you can easily figure it out from there.
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Post by Lord Sami on Jan 31, 2007 21:39:41 GMT -5
A flicker of amusement crossed the man's face. Surprises? Nothing surprised him anymore. Nothing. He'd seen more than his fair share of horrors and frankly, he wasn't going to vomit at the sight of something gruesome beyong comprehension. After all, he'd caused some sights like that. Frankly he didn't give a rat's ass anymore.
"Surprises?" he repeated, eyebrows going up as he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Mm. Nothing surprises me anymore I'm afraid. I've seen a lot during my life. More than you two will probably ever see in any case." He let out a small chuckle at that, eyes flicking over to Lyndon once more. Wouldn't it be ironic if one of these two showed up at Death Dealer HQ? Oh. That would've been priceless.
"My job?" he asked before laughing. "I'm sure you can tell. What sort of jobs are there in this dump?" His smile turned malicious, but disappeared in a flash. Of course he wasn't a bottle of sunshine. He was quite far from it actually. The twenty-seven year old was grey. A tar grey that had swirls of white and black. He was just blank. A blank emotionless hull that could do nothing more than inflict pain or pleasure. Nothing inbetween.
A smirk appeared on his face. "Oh. I'd be careful with the gun of yours. Wouldn't want to accidently blow off something you need would you?" He cocked his head to the side in question.
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Post by Poison Flower on Feb 1, 2007 16:53:19 GMT -5
Lyn didn't say anything at the gun comment. He looked away. The safety was on and everything was good. Besides...he rather die now than have to sit here and wait for death to come. But he promised Satou, he wouldn't commit suicide. He brushed his bangs out of his face for a second, but they just fell back into place. He sighed.
Fleur smirked. "Oh you're a clever and mysterious one" she snickered slightly, "you amaze me...and judging by your looks....you've seen death...and you started to take them...one by one..." She stared at him, still flashing that oh so sexy looks of hers. "Then again...I could be wrong" she said. She looked towards Lyndon. It was obvious he just wanted to go home.
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Post by Lord Sami on Feb 1, 2007 18:05:44 GMT -5
Flipping his hair back to the side once more, his smirk grew. Well, seems he wasn't the only clever one around. Fleur had certainly hit the nail on the head. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, tail flicking out behind him once.
"Mm. I suppose you could be right, but maybe you're wrong," he replied, giving a small shrug. "But I'm sure that you're bright enough to find which way the pendelum swings." Sehvers looked down at his fingernails, examining them. He then let his hand drop down to his side.
His gaze flicked back over to Lyn. "Well, someone looks uncomfortable."
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Post by Poison Flower on Feb 1, 2007 18:10:24 GMT -5
Fleur smirked. "Indeed...I'll figure it out on my own...besides...the scent of blood...it's on you..." she said, "that's why it makes me oh so curious to figure out who you are Mr. Sehv" She chuckled softly and looked to Lyn. Lyndon didn't say anything still.
"Just pretend I'm non-existant for a while..." he said, "I'm just thinking...no need to pay attention to it" He smiled and continued to look away.
Fleur shrugged. "Just a mystery...that's all I'm surrounded by" she watched as a car drove by. Her eyes narrowed, she watched it. Her tail flickered. She wasn't sure what to say now.
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Post by Lord Sami on Feb 1, 2007 22:54:41 GMT -5
He blinked and sniffed his hand. It smelled a bit flowery with a mixture of gunpowder and smoke. Maybe a dash of vanilla too, but it certainly didn't smell of blood. Sehv rarely got that sticky red liquid on himself. His eyes flicked back to her, a slight twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
"Mm. You must have an excellent sense of smell then," he replied. Now, the fact that she knew his name made him slightly nervous, putting him on edge. He didn't like it when people were able to just pluck his name out of thin air. "Oh? I don't believe I ever told you my name. You seem to have figured that out easily enough on your own."
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Post by Poison Flower on Feb 2, 2007 16:09:28 GMT -5
Fleur nodded and crossed her arms. "Oh...your name...well...let's just sat I've heard something here and there...and I've seen pictures" she said. She then touched her nose slightly. "And...my nose is extremely sensitive...however I've also lost something because of my extremely sensitive nose" Was it hearing, was it touch, was it sight? It was hard to tell because she looked and seemed normal.
Lyndon continued to look away. He couldn't smell the blood, he could however smell a flowery mixture...and gunpowder. Then again that could have been from Fleur, she had handled the gun only once this morning because of a certian encounter. Usually, Fleur would only attack with a knife, which she hid quite well...not even he could pinpoint it's location.
Fleur was just....odd...
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Post by Lord Sami on Feb 2, 2007 17:27:43 GMT -5
Sehvers made a mental note to keep a lower profile. However, he couldn't help but step out into the spotlight every so often. Of course his 'job-job' was secret. After all, if anyone knew about his little 'I-shoot-people-down-for-money' job there'd be hell. That was secret. Really, the only person, who knew about him were his employers and frankly, they usually didn't live quite long after they met Sehv face to face. After all, people were constantly needing someone dead. It was a vicious circle really. Once you got the big bucks then you were liable to be murdered.
"Mm. I'm that popular, eh?" he asked, smirk growing. "I guess I've had my share of customers." He shrugged. "Don't take many new ones though." He raised an eyebrow at her words. "Lost? So, which of your senses suffered from it?" He asked. Unlike Fleur, he had exceptionally good vision. After all, he needed to hit his target.
"So, you know my name. Why don't you tell me yours?"
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Post by Poison Flower on Feb 2, 2007 19:50:29 GMT -5
Fleur looked to Sehvers. "I wouldn't call yourself popular...I think I would rather be called imfamous" she said. She looked up to the sky. She didn't lose her hearing or her sight. She had lost the feeling of touch. If you touched her cheek or rubbed her back, she could only feel the touch faintly. It was almost like being blind or being deaf. It was a hard concept to grasp...to lose touch. She couldn't tell the difference between textures unless she looked at them well. That's why it made her job so much easier, because she couldn't feel the touch.
She looked to Sehvers once more. "It's for me to know...and for you to figure out on your own" she said. She then heard him ask for her name. "Oh...it's Fleur..." she said. She then looked to Lyndon. Lyndon shook his head. Fleur shrugged and then turned to Sehv once more.
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Post by Lord Sami on Feb 17, 2007 17:53:45 GMT -5
ooc; D: Sorry I took so long. Was sick.
A laugh escaped the man's lips. "Well, aren't we nit-picky about our vocabulary." He looked down at his nails. "But, I wouldn't exactly call a common whore 'infamous." His eyes flicked back up to her. "That is, unless you've gotten too deep in my personal affairs." He paused for a moment. "Have you?"
He then strode towards her, grasping her chin between his fingers, smirk upon his lips as he leaned down so that they were at eye-level. "I'm waiting for an answer."
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Post by Poison Flower on Feb 20, 2007 15:57:45 GMT -5
Ooc||It's alright, I don't mind. As long as you're better.
Fleur stared into his eyes. Indeed she knew a whole lot about him. The fact that he was a whore didn't surprise her. They all started out like that, then worked they're way up to other things. When he strode towards her she didn't move, she seemed unphased and not threatened. Maybe she had possed as a threat towards him, and wanted to get rid of her. She really didn't care, she wasn't afraid. She was tempted to bite him when he gabbed her chin, even though she could barely feel him holding onto it.
"I've heard more things...someone else is digging...I'm just being nosey and getting in on it" she said truthfully. She smirked. "Is the common whore afraid that I might be a threat?" she was acting rather sly.
Lyndon took a step back. He wasn't sure if he should step it. He knew Fleur could handle herself quite well, but sometimes he needed to get involved. He waited for her signal.
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Post by Lord Sami on Mar 10, 2007 17:47:26 GMT -5
ooc; Sorry D: I was on vacation.
Sehvers let out a soft chuckle. "Well if you'd like to keep that pretty little head of yours on your shoulders then you better find yourself another hobby, girlie," he said, clearly not pleased that word of his... occupation was getting around. "Keep your nose out of other people's business, though I would be most grateful if you gave me the name of this little rat, the one who has been digging through the muck."
He then let go of her chin, straightening back up to his full height. "Afraid?" He let out a bark of laughter. "I don't experience fear. It's you who should be afraid. After all, sticking your fingers where they don't belong might get them chopped off." He wiggled the fingers on his right hand.
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