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Post by B on Jul 28, 2009 13:02:04 GMT -5
Amedeo laughed at his partner's response. "Don't feel so big. You really think I'd leave a mark on that beautiful face of yours?" It wasn't far from the truth, Armand simply didn't want to hurt the face. Amedeo continued to laugh, to his surprise, Angel decided to let it be and answer the rookie behind him. Finally they came to the checkpoints of the Inner Sanctum, he smiled at some of the guards as they gave confused expressions at why there was a giant harpy tethered to the top of the car, Amedeo just smiled until they were let in. People took care of the harpy and they were finally able to talk, but it seemed they were in a hurry to get home. "No, no, no. We can't sleep when we have drinking to do! A comrade died today, she earned a day out in her honor!" He said in a tone of mock disappointment into them. Angel gave some more of the usual snide comments and rejected, Amedeo laughed. "Come on my miserable friend, drinks are on me today." A little bit less of a resistance came but Armand didn't give up. "Lets just go to the pub and relax like the grown ADULTS we are." He put more emphasis on "adults" because he normally referred to Angel as a kid, but if he wanted him to come then he'll have to give in to calling him mature for just this time over. Angel needed a drink anyways, he gets worked up too quick, gets too involved in the job and less involved in having a little fun every now and then. Finally he succeeded, he didn't know if he persuaded the others, but the Irish man seemed to have a gleam in his eyes. They probably wanted to take their own cars, there was a pub close so Amedeo told them simple directions and went to chase after the other woman who was all so happy to get moving towards her car. "Wait, wait, wait love! We're gonna have a few rounds at the pub. Come with us."
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jul 28, 2009 23:53:18 GMT -5
"Come on my miserable friend, drinks are on me today. Lets just go to the pub and relax like the grown ADULTS we are." "Yeah, sounds good," Jay said, "was our first day on the job. I desperately need a drink." Jay smiled and attempted to be friendly again, but it was obvious that he was the only one in the group with a personality, except maybe for Amadeo, so he gave up and headed back to his car. He slid, with a slight duck to avoid bashing his head in, into the seats of a champaign-colored Volkswagen Passat. The directions Amadeo gave were fresh in his memory, but he recited them anyway, like a child preparing for a grade school concert. Over and over and over. His car was in the middle of the line of who he assumed were his colleagues, though someone was still walking across the parking lot. "See you later Big J." "Yeah, you too, you bastird. I told you to not call me that!" "Alright Jay," the man in the security checkpoint chuckled, "Enjoy your night. Tell Mary 'Hi' for me, now?" "Can do." Mary was Jay's daughter, aged 15 as of last month. Jay called and said that he'd be home late, and to just stay at her friend's house over-night, if that was okay. She squealed and Jay knew that the answer was "yes". He needed this night to clear his head.
The pub was nothing short of an average hole in the wall. The walls were yellowed and peeling a little, but not enough to be noticeable, the chairs were too hard, the booths were too soft, and huddled in one corner were around eight guys, each about three guys across, cheering for whatever sport was on the tele in front of them.The bartender was okay enough. He wasn't spit-shining the glasses, and that was a good sign. The place wasn't quite dead, but it had a bunch of people that looked like zombies in it. High on the wall opposite the tele was a mounted moose's head, probably fake, if not, definitely not hunted by the big man behind the bar. hanging off it's antlers were a pair of shoes, a couple bras, and what looked like they might've been three pairs of panties at one point in their indecent lives. The Irishman moved behind the rest of his group to make a selection off the wall behind the bar, like a fun sort of window-shopping.
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Post by Jo on Jul 29, 2009 1:46:26 GMT -5
Somehow Amedeo persuaded the young man to go with his co-workers to a local pub that wasn't too far away from work. Maybe it was the constant whining on Armand's part or maybe he needed to unwind a bit. Either way he'd 'let his hair down', so to speak. He went inside, hopped into the elevator and swipe his card. Angel inputted his code into the panel. Several moments passed until he reached his destination. He decided to change. Be a bit more casual looking.
He twisted the lock back an forth inputting his combination. '28-26-25', he thought over and over. He slowly slid off his charcoal vest, putting it on a hanger before replacing it with a simple black turtleneck sweater. He grabbed his forest green pea coat. Finally he slid his wallet into a back pocket of his jeans. It was getting a tad bit chilly in this autumn weather. Another week and it would be the annual Halloween Costume Ball/Party.
The silvery haired man took to the streets, it was only a few blocks to the pub. No big deal really. He was weary on drinking too much. His gift needed constant vigilance, or he'd lose control of it. And a room of honry people wanting to rip each other's clothes off wasn't necessarily his idea of fun.
In no time at all he reached the pub, taking his hands out of his pockets. He smiled at one of the girls working. Carol Denvers. They dated briefly before they decided to stay as friends instead.
" Hey Carol, could I get a pint?". He flashed her a small smile of gratitude when she smiled and nodded before returning to the other pub patrons. He looked momentarily before finding his other wo-workers. He sat down with them in one of the booths.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jul 31, 2009 1:41:24 GMT -5
"Hey, Mac. Gimme a pint of this." Jay pointed to a tap at random. "This just to start out, now. I know you Irish." "Hahaha. Very funny." jay was a little amused. "Actually, I was hoping to pull up a chair under the tap." "No can do, boss." "Alright Mac." Jay found a good booth and settled himself as he watched the rest of his co-workers pick their poison. Turns out, only one made it into the pub, yet. Angel. That guy. Jay took a sip and waited for him to come over. "If you don't mind, I say we start the toast after everyone gets here." Jay said, then took a swig from his pint. "I don't see need in it right now. So..." Jay stepped slowly, cautiously. he was well aware that he was hated. It might be mutual. We'll see. "When'd you become a field agent?" He was looking over Amadeo's shoulder for the rest of them every once in a while, but did his best to look and sound interested, even though he was just waiting for his turn to speak again. Over the table, he just spat formalities, things like "Got a wife?", "favorite movie?", "Where're you from?", and everything else that comes out of a guy's mouth when he doesn't want to be talking.
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Post by B on Jul 31, 2009 2:06:56 GMT -5
Amedeo tried to convince the girl, he wasn't sure if he succeeded or not, but he told her the directions to the bar in case she didn't know. After that he was off to the bar. When he entered he noticed that everything looked exactly the same, good old predictability, that's why he liked it here. As he walked in he noticed Carol and pointed two fingers at her. "Carol!" "Hey, Armand, corner booth." She said, directing him to Angel and the new agent. "Thanks. I'm going hard tonight. Have Cynthia bring mine out." "Oh, one of those days, huh? Alright." Armand gave her a friendly wink and looked over to where she said. Sure enough he saw his partner and the other man. Amedeo walked over with a wide smile. "Tonight, I'm going all out." He announced to them before taking a seat by Angel. He hasn't been Angel's partner for too long but long enough for Angel to know that things tend to move slow when Amedeo's drunk or hung over... Literally. Amedeo seemed anxious for his drink. He was quick to place another death stick in his lips and light it, he seemed oddly quiet for him, normally he's talking the hell out of new agents.
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Post by Jo on Jul 31, 2009 2:41:24 GMT -5
Angel frowned in disappointment, his now coworker Jay looked almost uniterested and hesitated to start a conversation because of the awkward tension between the two. He admit that he was nearly always this way with anyone. He took things too seriously, he wasn't in the moment. He lived for the future, and sadly it wasn't here now.
"When'd you become a field agent?", the other man was constantly looking over his shoulder but did his best to look and sound interested. Over the table, he just spat formalities, things like "Got a wife?", "favorite movie?", "Where're you from?". A question every few seconds it seemed like.
" I became a field agent because once I'm done another year at there, the government pays for my post secondary education. I'm going to Major in Psychology, then take two minors in anthropology and criminology. Eventually becoming a criminal profiler". Odd. He never talked to anyone, besides Amedeo, about what his dreams were. Well he hoped that he could open up more in the future and not guard everything so tightly.
" Nope no significant other, although I used to date the blonde girl Carole. My favourite movie is La Vie En Rose. And I'm originally from southern france". He answered all of Jay's questions, then he returned those questions back.
The younger male sighed contently leaning slightly closer to Armand and further back. It was comfortable here.
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Post by D on Jul 31, 2009 3:40:09 GMT -5
"Wait, wait, wait love!" Oh it was another one of those men. Anna looked back at him with an amused smile. What could he possibly want? She already knew, but still she continued to give him her attention. "We're gonna have a few rounds at the pub. Come with us." At that Anna shook her head and told him that she didn't drink. But of course, the man cotninued to speak and eventually she gave in. Once she agreed to go, he gave her quick directions and left.
"Brilliant." She muttered as she watched him leave. "Might as well. Maybe then I'll fall asleep." When she got into her car, she stripped off some of her equipment, threw it into the back, and started off. What would have normally been a short drive seemed to be like a very long drive to her. Maybe it was because of the mission or perhaps it was the fact that she was completely drained, but whatever it was, it made the drive feel like the longest drive of her life.
Thankfully, the drive finally ended and she arrived at the place. It was only after the third time she passed it that she realized her mistake. Feeling foolish, she walked into the bar and almost immediately, she noticed the stench of alcohol. At first, she thought of covering her nose, but as she made her way down to the other agents, the stench seemed to disappear.
"Ah." She took a seat two stools away from the nearest agent and ordered a pint of something. Hell she wasn't even sure, but it tasted like beer. It probably was, but one couldn't blame her. Whenever she went out to a pub, it was with her closest of friends and they usually ordered for her. Anna wasn't much of a drinker, but when it happened, it was always with them.
Before she could wonder more about what she was doing at the pub, her drink came and she quickly thank the man. Quietly, she took a sip and then glanced at the male agents. Anna wasn't planning on talking to them and if she was, she wasn't sure what she would talk about. There was always the possibility of talking about the brilliant and charming things she's researched, but of course, there was no fun in that. It surprised her really, and that was when she began to wonder why she had came.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jul 31, 2009 4:06:06 GMT -5
Anna finally came. Jay looked at his pint, and had it topped back off to full. He raised it, not over his head, but enough to signal that he was going to talk. "A few drinks to Elektra King. I only knew her for tree hours, but if I had worked with her for longer, I'm sure I would have said 'she was such a great character. Oh, her impeccable work ethic. What a great sense of humor,' but I can't. Here's to hoping she actually does have a good sense of humor. To Elektra!" he put his pint in the air, clinked a few glasses, and took a swig. "Amadeo! Angel! Would you like to say a few words for your colleague?" A few more glasses clinked. Jay got on his second Irish whiskey. "Anna! What're you up to? I'm not hitting on you, or anyting. just curious..."
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Post by B on Jul 31, 2009 4:26:50 GMT -5
Amedeo smiled when the woman with dyed red hair came with a bottle of whiskey but no glass. She picked up the bottle from the trey and handed it to Amedeo then picked up a glass ash trey and placed it in the middle. "There ya go, Amed." "Thanks, love. Say, you up for a date this weekend." She laughed and shook her head. "Amedeo, you know I can't stand the fact that if I dated you I'd have to contend with both genders to keep you." He laughed. "Oh come on, it's not like I'd ditch you at the restaurant." She shook her head. "I gotta get back to work Amedeo." She said with a slight laugh, the usual banter. Amedeo removed the cap off the bottle of Whiskey and was about to take a slug when the male rookie began to make a toast, Amedeo complied and hit glasses with them. "To Elektra King." The rookie went on to ask him and Angel to say a few words. "Well... Elektra, I didn't quite know you and I never got the chance to work with you but I can say that you were very beautiful and a lot of the office praised you." He said without hesitation, he really hardly knew her, maybe seen her face a few times, but most of what he knew was a few praises that one of the coworkers would bring up. The two rookies went on to converse a little and Amedeo could see the uninterested expression the woman had in the conversation. "Wait, wait, wait. You're doing it all wrong, mate." Amedeo told Jay. "She's a working woman, she likes something a little more exciting. Lets tell a war story, Angel. Tell them..." He paused for a second, thinking of a good mark, he breathed in another puff of toxic fumes from the cigarette, flicking an ash in the trey before snapping his free hand's fingers. "Angel, tell them about the Basilisk!"
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Post by D on Jul 31, 2009 4:53:59 GMT -5
After taking a few more sips, the Irish man raised his glass and that signalled to her another headache."A few drinks to Elektra King." He began and not so soon enough, he ended with asking the more experienced agents to say a few words. Anna listened to the two and when all seemed to be done, they did a little hit of the glasses. Now that it was over, Anna readied to leave and dug her hand into her pocket. Just as she pulled out some paper, her headache came back.
"Anna!" She heard and closed her eyes, hoping for it to disappear."What are you up to?" Anna turned to him and quirked her eyebrow and as if for a special effect, Jay added, "I'm not hitting on you, or anyting." She just continued to stare. Despite her wishes, she knew that him disappearing wouldn't happen."Just curious..."
When he finished, she laughed. "Oh...? Oh I see." She didn't mean to look or sound unamused, but unfortunately she was. "It's quite obvious..." She looked away to take a sip. "...that you're not hitting on me." Anna said it in a way that made that whole line of his the joke and her response the punchline. "Wondering." She said simply after a chuckle. "...and the obvious. Simple as that." She turned back to him with her glass in hand and the other in her pocket. "So..." Anna looked at him and out of some custom, she asked him the same with a friendly smile. "What are you doing?"
As if he were saving her from an uneventful conversation, Amedeo went over and told Jay that he was doing it wrong. His actions certainly amused her and she couldn't help but wonder about these strange new people. After the sun came up, would she work with them again? She told herself it was highly unlikely, but deep down, she wished she did. They were an interesting bunch, even if one of them needed to be gagged, but it couldn't be helped. Sometimes the silence was unnerving. "Oh? It's been ages since I've heard a story 'bout a Basilisk."
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jul 31, 2009 5:47:06 GMT -5
Anna gave a pretty smile, "What are you doing?" Jay laughed a little, and looked around, palms out and shoulders raised. He was about to give a punchline, something snappy like "livin' the dream," but one of the "A" guys, he had trouble remembering which was Angel and which was Amadeo, or Armand, or whatever, stopped him dead in his steps. "She's a working woman, she likes something a little more exciting. Lets tell a war story, Angel. Tell them..." "Did you just say that she's a working girl? I'd take offense!" Jay gasped, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, at Amadeo. "Angel, tell them about the Basilisk!" "Oh? It's been ages since I've heard a story 'bout a Basilisk." "Oi!" jay raised his hand, empty pint in hand. "'Bout a bottle of Tullimore Dew, miss?" "Coming right up!" "Don't bother with a glass." The bartender looked at Jay with that expression that said "I always thought you were a loser, but now I KNOW that you're a loser". "Hey, I'm drinkin' your paycheck all the way to the bank! now, Angel, let's hear that great, GREAT story, 'ey!" The blue ceramic bottle met the table with a dull thunk. Jay uncorked it, sniffed it, and nodded contently at how long the whiskey's been aged.
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Post by Jo on Jul 31, 2009 17:46:17 GMT -5
" The basilisk story huh? Well me and Amedeo were out of the country, some place in South Africa. We heard about a large reptilian creature tormenting the locals. Later when we arrived, we found many of the villages slaughtered but not in the usual animalistic way. They all died from fear, which was odd. The few that managed to survive the attacks were scared shit less, they described a large snake like creature that came from no where", Angel looked around the table to see the looks of his companion's faces. He gave them a small smile to console them.
" The basilisk can inspire fear with it's gaze, leaving a person to die instantly. It's venom can either paralyze a person or kill them in minutes. Few things can counteract the poison. So anyways, we tracked the legendary beast into it's lair. It was hiding in an active mine shaft. We believe it was awoken when a mining company started it's excavation. We used the cover of night for some protection. We knew it's eye sight was quite poor, but it's senses of touch, smell and taste were incredibly heightened"
" Unfortunately we made some small errors early on, leaving us to flee very quickly. Armand used his gift to slow down the Basilisk, it slithered rather quickly still and cracked a gigantic boulder to pebbles. Then it spat it's venom at use, as long as we dodged the venom, it's vicious bites and avoided it's gaze we were in not bad shape. But then I had to trip and nearly kill myself."
" It bit me, I should have died that day. I don't know why I survived though. Somehow Amedeo killed it, I remember becoming very hot, barely able to breathe properly. Then the rest is sort of a blur". Angel shook his head, odd that he couldn't remember anything of great importance like that. But he never understood how he survived.
Angel was already done his beer. Good thing Carole noticed this, and already brought him another. She placed the cold ale in front of him, giving him a smile of warmth and she leaned in close to the silvery haired man.
" You know Angel Cakes, it wouldn't be so bad to give into one night of bliss with him. Forget all your troubles."
" Yeah then in the morning I make a complete ass of myself, I'd rather be alone then be in a relationship were it would be solely based on physical intimacy" he hissed, hoping the other three didn't hear him.
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Post by B on Jul 31, 2009 22:24:43 GMT -5
Amedeo nodded when Angel finished and decided to fill in the missing pieces. "So Angel's on the ground, right, already about the pass out. I force the Basilisk to slow further before I took off my jacket and tossed in the air. I slowed it in the middle so that I couldn't see the face of the beast. It was the hardest I've ever bent my power. I fired at my Jacket, a whole clip. When it fell the snake was flying his head around, both eyes were destroyed." He had his arms straight out for an effect, getting way too into the story telling. "The next I had on my mind was Angel. I moved to help him, there was a crash behind me, apparently the snake rammed into the side of the cliff by us and a boulder dropped on it, what luck, huh? Smashed its head into the ground it did." He laughed at the sight of the creature. "I wanted to get one of its large teeth as a souvenir but the ground destroyed both, I was disappointed." While Amedeo was gloating on about the Basilisk, he wasn't able to catch the conversation his partner and the waitress were having. "It was a miracle I was able to get the poison out of Angel." He looked at the rookies. "Welcome to the team!"
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Post by Jo on Sept 19, 2009 2:40:26 GMT -5
Angel slowly eased into a comfrotable position, slightly leaning on Amedeo. He sighed contently, a first in a long time. The youth laugh and talked about everything to nothing with his new co-workers. It was entirely refreshing. Something he should be doing more often. He was teetering on the edge of drunk and possibly blacking out.
His companion Armand took away his drink after noticing the slurred words, and poor reaction time. This made the other to pout at the larger male. The lights in the pub appeared to be muted down, the noise almost non-existant.
He was losing control, that unfortunately meant his gift was given some room to play. Several times he knew that if left unchecked it could be a bit of a problem. Sort of when an animal goes into a rut or heat. Yearning for sexual tension to be released. His pheremones weren't strong enough to simulate love, but they did increase his ability to inspire desire within another person.
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Post by D on Sept 20, 2009 12:25:32 GMT -5
The way Amedeo told his stories was too amusing for her. It was certainly a crazy story, but she didn’t mind it, for the way he explained it with the crazy swinging of his arms was just priceless. He got her chuckle a few times and nod her head other times while listening, and towards the end, she gave a smile. It was one of those rare smiles she gave out when she had fun with friends, but the strange thing was that she hardly knew these people.
When her smile had faded away, because all smiles do, she realized that maybe that smile was for being alive. After all, it wasn’t every day that you got to see some ugly bitch in the sky kill some person in front of you, and as much as she felt sad for King’s death, she was pretty damn happy to still be alive and kicking. Maybe not kicking, but eventually, she would become a good agent or so she hoped. It was good to be positive, but inside, she felt that she was crossing the lines of optimism and stupidity.
It was then that it dawned on her and caused her expression to revert back into the slightest frown. Now that she was an agent, she would have to face more of those monstrous beings and do more things that would piss of death. At that thought, she turned from Amedeo and the rest of the men and back to her drink. “Heh…” She muttered, “jesus…What have I gotten myself into.” Anna took a sip of her drink and listened to the merriment around her. Secretly she wished, she was just as lighthearted as they were. Maybe a few more drinks would break that pessimistic behavior, so she ordered to fill her glass again…and then again…and again….and for an extra measure, again.
Even after that, she ordered a bit more and it wasn’t until later that she felt drunk. Being a certain kind of drunk, she buried her face into her arms and held the glass out, expecting another fill, but of course she received none. “Bullocks…” She managed to say after taking a peek at her glass. “Nuthin…at all?” Anna muttered and let go of the glass before burying her face again. What crazy day. What a crazy shit filled and fucking day for her.
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