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Post by Kelathi on Dec 28, 2016 21:52:19 GMT
It had indeed, luckily for her, been quite obvious. A quick check as she brushed the disturbed ground, and she saw in her mind’s eye the thief dragging himself out of the water to stumble up the shore…
Hah! She had known it! With a quick middle finger in the direction of the bridge, she began to follow the tracks. She knew her colleagues would not see the action of course, they were long gone… but it had made her feel better, so who cared? She was looking forward to the bollocking they would get when it was revealed that they had almost let him slip from their grip… Thank god she had decided to follow her instincts. As such, she decided not to notify them just yet. She could do without spooking him again, for the moment. One last try to talk him into it… before she resorted to drastic action. She surprised herself at her own actions- if it had been up to her, she would have knocked him out the first time, thrown him over her shoulder and been done with it. But, that wouldn’t have exactly looked good on her resume…
She picked up her pace, following the footprints until they disappeared as sand changed to pavement, and then the trail became a bit trickier to follow. But as she was so hot on his tail, it took nowhere near as long as it had taken to track him before. Ah! She could see him up ahead… and she almost laughed outloud at his audacity. Strolling along as if he had not a care in the world… but further study indicated that he was a little worse for wear. Right, she would be stealthier here, she decided, as she moved to raise the hood of her hoodie…
Which was when he happened to turn, and by the way his glasses were perched so low on his nose, she could see that he had spotted her, as they locked eyes. There was an awkward pause, Nima, spotted way too soon, and the thief… taking no time to hesitate before he broke into a sprint into a nearby building.
Shit! She raced after him as he disappeared momentarily from sight.
((Slight controllage, hope it's ok!))
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Dec 28, 2016 23:03:09 GMT
Shit fuck shit holy shit bon dieu stupid dannazione bloody wo taoyan wo de shenghuo!!!
Anyone who could have listened to the words running through Seth’s mind as he ran would possibly be less impressed with his knowing so many other languages as they would be with his ability to curse in them. The bits of French, Italian and Chinese were merely samples of a wide vocabulary, all of which were being utilized as he sped off, managing considerable speed given how sore everything was.
It had been mere chance, the most random decision to try walking backwards to emphasize his being drunk. Mid-turn, he saw her, his mind going blank even as his body knew what to do. He was too tired and too close to actually getting caught to worry about a new quip, or the thrill of the chase.
But WHAT THE HELL?? ? ??
How could she have tracked him down already? Why didn’t she think he was dead? Hell, why wasn’t he dead? Why was she so intent on catching him? It wasn’t like this was his first time being chased by cops… Shanghai, as one brilliant example of fancy footwork driving the local authorities absolutely nuts. She’d come closer by simple luck and sheer stubbornness. But seriously! He was just a common criminal!
Well… okay, so his pride couldn’t accept that term for himself, but plenty of the cops did.
The building he had already scoped out proved to be perfect, enough walls still intact or rebuilt to provide a little maze. There was even a few empty holes in the walls where windows would one day be, with equipment and distractions galore. A little dust on the ground, easily mused by his pacing rather intentionally back and forth a few times, finally taking shelter behind one wall, a few bushes nearby now likely mauled by the push of a ladder out one hole to represent his “escape.”
Just a little longer… come on…
(next post will likely be “the one”… mwahaha)
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Post by Kelathi on Jan 1, 2017 23:20:51 GMT
Bugger, bugger, bugger… Nima’s internal monologue was much less articulate, but held pretty much the same tone as his as she gave chase. The house turned out to be nothing less than a construction site in itself, with walls half-made and tools haphazardly lying in places they shouldn’t. Just as she was questioning where on earth the builders were, she skidded to a halt before turning a corner, hearing voices from the other side. A quick peak revealed that that’s where the builders had disappeared to. They were all having a coffee break, laughing and joking, sat on or stood around an unfinished knee-high wall, cardboard coffee cups in hands with steam rising up steadily from the tops. Right… well, he didn’t go that way then, otherwise she would have heard them shouting at him for trespassing, she reasoned silently.
She turned, and, slower now, began to search for him. In a few seconds she had found what appeared to be his escape route… Eyeing the ladder suspiciously, she approached it, but instead of peeking out of the window to try and spot him, she placed a hand on the cool metal. She sighed, pushing her hands into her pockets.
“Okay, I know you didn’t escape this way, and I know you are still hiding here. Listen, can we just cut the foreplay and get straight to the point? I just want to talk!” She knew he would latch onto the usage of the word ‘foreplay’, which was why she had used it. If nothing else, he might not be able to resist a quick quip in response. As for talking… well, she just wanted to talk for now, and if he refused the ‘offer’ of the job, then, and only then, would there be any need for any heavy-handedness. But he didn’t explicitly need to know that…
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Jan 2, 2017 7:05:28 GMT
Seth’s hiding spot couldn’t have been more perfect; he could lean just a little, and keep an eye on what was coming, letting him see how his diversion worked. To his surprise, she only touched the ladder, immediately assuming he was still there as she began speaking to him. Despite all of his skills in self preservation being well established at this point, it was very, very very hard not to start laughing at her use of the word “foreplay.” It was probably why she used it, he figured, knowing he would have crafted something of the kind to draw a response.
Instead of immediately rising to the bait, Seth looked about him carefully, taking his time, seeking his escape. His eyes widened when he realized what it was, and almost did laugh at how perfect his hiding spot was after all.
Not twenty feet away was the hole where a door was going to be, with steps leading back down and around the same way he had come in. If he could lose her in this little maze of a house long enough, he could get his clean break. But he had to be sure she went in the right direction for this to work. To his other side was another half wall, which had an even more direct line to his freedom. Seth smiled, strategically leaving his shirt on the dusty ground so a little peek would reveal it was resting there, hung on the wall as if it was still in his pocket. The other half wall was another five feet closer to the open doorway, taller and so would hide him until she had gone all the way around.
“Foreplay’s one of the best parts though,” he finally let himself quip, listening carefully for her footsteps. “But hey, I like a girl who knows exactly what she wants…” he went on, making sure his voice remained in the same area for the moments it would take her to follow it. As soon as she began to move, he slid to the new wall, being careful to add another comment before he left the wall as if he was too proud to think he could be caught even if talking. “I have to admit, love, it’s a little disappointing to hear you only want to talk. I’m a good talker, but I’m a much better kisser.”
Which was possibly true, except he had only offered a few chaste examples of his kiss; he had a way of talking that made it hard to believe such a claim.
I love it when I’m right, he thought with a smug little smile as he heard her from his new hiding place, moving about the wall he had wanted her at. His eyes refocused on his goal, taking a deep breath before making his move, racing as quietly as he could.
This was when the plan fell apart.
Instead of the silent slide into the stairway and descent to freedom, there was a sudden crash, a heavy force suddenly hitting the floor. A strange sound followed, labored attempts of breathing…
It had been so sudden. Seth had been mid launch when his chest seized up, like a vice had stopped his heart cold. He landed hard on his side, as one hand tried to grasp the unseen force that pulled him down, his wide, unseeing eyes and usually smirking face blank with pain. Desperately, he was trying to gasp for breath, shaking and twitching, but these little gestures were steadily growing slower, as if already caught up in his death throes, the pained expression fading as his strength deserted him...
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Post by Kelathi on Mar 10, 2017 20:38:32 GMT
She had played into his plan perfectly without realising it, but when she heard the crash...
What the hell? She paused, then retraced her steps, rushing round the corner. Cheeky bugger had tried to deceive her at which way he was going! But what had happened...? it soon became clear as she stumbled upon the scene. She'd seen this before, so she was quick to act. She skidded down to his level, digging into her pocket to reveal a packet of some kind of pill. Popping one out, she did not hesitate as she pushed it past his lips. "Chew it. Now!" It was an aspirin, and she knew it would thin his blood, ideal for one suffering from a heart attack. "You're going to be okay." She added, grasping his arm, looking into his fear-drowned eyes and... seeing someone else for a moment, the memory enough to soften her voice and trigger her empathy. "You're going to be fine." She added firmly, her free hand digging into her pocket for her cell, intending to call an ambulance.
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Mar 11, 2017 5:10:05 GMT
(long reply due to plot progression )
It didn’t take more than a few moments to see that the thief was beyond hearing her, never mind doing as told. Her pull on his arm was cause for alarm; there was the barest whimper at the movement, his breathing coming in shorter and shorter gasps. His eyes already were glazed, his expression relaxing.
By the time the ambulance arrived, he hadn’t been breathing for almost two minutes…
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A miracle. That was the emergency responders’ initial explanation for how the thief had managed to pull through. Somehow, after a minute of working on him, almost ready to give up… he finally responded to their attempts. Odd, in that his response seemed delayed, but surely that was what happened.
It had been a week already since the capture of the Blackout Artist, and he was already a hot topic at headquarters. It didn’t take them long to find out who he was - Seth Connors, with a rap sheet that was impressively long for such a young age. His rented apartment was quickly rifled and catalogued, astonishing the agents with how much they found off their checklist - and how much still needed to be recovered. What seemed the most fascinating was how his record showed he had taken a flight to China at the end of his criminal record, only to seemingly vanish from the face of the earth. The lack of history coupled with his apparent magic trick of hiding over half the money he had stolen from his run as the Blackout Artist was suggestive of his capabilities, making the task he was wanted for more ideally matched.
Now it was a matter of convincing him to help the agency before the Temple Thief struck again.
No one had really broached the subject with him yet, only three days out of his near coma after the heart attack. And in those three days, he had managed to piss off three high-ranking staff who had come to talk to him, even getting under the skin of the trained negotiator when she discovered a difficulty in keeping her jewelry and watch where they belonged rather than being added as decoration to her “severe hairstyle.”
Authority was obviously a problem for Mr. Connors.
In fact, the only ones he seemed to like were the nurses who kept trying to convince him to keep the IV in, only to instead be swept off their feet - often literally - by that ever-present charisma. Only one nurse had slapped him for the unexpected attention… a day later, he had won her over and had her laughing at his antics every time she left the room.
Nima hadn’t seen the thief since he was taken away in the ambulance, as her position of working with him was unexpectedly put into jeopardy by another agent wanting the high profile case. Cooper was a pushy man, often annoying his peers while trying to impress his superiors, always on the look out for another resume item - even if it belonged to someone else. It was because of Cooper that the usually easy-going doctor was nearly racing down the hall, occasionally running a frustrated hand through his wild hair to pull it out of his face. Miguel Jones had a great deal of patience for people, and was a highly respected member of the agency, even if he often confused his peers with his less than linear line of reasoning. With his usual Hawaiian shirt that looked like a faded blue relic from the seventies visible under the unbuttoned white coat, sharp contrasts to his dark skin, he often looked more like a beach bum than a doctor, with the relaxed attitude to match.
This made his frustrated yet panicked expression unusual, but only one thing could come to mind to cause such a look: concern for a patient. So it was odd then, for him to come racing around the corner in the office area, nearly crash into someone, only to look relieved to find them.
“Nima! Where have you been? Never mind, you need to come with me,” he began, still distracted and speaking a mile a minute as he turned, simply assuming that he would be followed. “I’m about ready to strangle Cooper,” he began explaining, the initial comment more expected from someone else. “He interviewed Seth before anyone else - you know the thief you caught was called Seth, right? Seth Connors, you should have gotten his file before Cooper butted in - now the guy won’t even talk to us! I mean Seth, not Cooper… Cooper won’t shut up about getting a verbal slap down. Good show… but Seth even got under Carrie’s skin - I’ve never seen her get so irritated with anybody. I mean she was actually that close to raising her voice… she’s never even done that with Cooper. But I need you to try talking to him. He knows you, he might react better. You have to talk him into going on the mission, because if he doesn’t go on the mission, I can’t treat him, and if I don’t figure out what’s going on…”
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Post by Kelathi on Jun 18, 2017 22:46:09 GMT
Cooper had become a rather irritating problem for her. Okay, sure, the thief had unexpectedly suffered a heart attack whilst under her jurisdiction... But that was hardly her fault! She hadn't even been near him when it had struck... And she highly doubted she had scared the attack into occurring. It was a freak incident, nothing more... But that hadn't stopped Cooper from using it against her. He had not quite managed to replace her, but had certainly muscled in enough to make things increasingly problematic for her. She had been one of the last to find out that the Blackout Artist's identity had been discovered, something she was still seething about. She was barely gripping onto the job by the skin of her teeth- and that was not good when considering why she was doing this in the first place... If she wanted access to the thief, she needed this job. Cooper's obnoxiousness was jeopardising the success of her true purpose... And those 'employees' we're not ones she wanted to disappoint any time soon.
Besides, the very fact that they had the thief in custody couldn’t have been done without her! Custody, or whatever you called this weird state of limbo he was currently in, neither under arrest nor free to go... She sighed audibly then, thinking on her situation, making her way back to her desk as she mulled on these thoughts. The coffee she had just made sat comfortably in her grasp, warming the palms of her hands and soothing her, slowly but surely. She had made it more out of habit than an actual need for a beverage, and was glad of any excuse to move away from her desk, if only for a short while. If she let her mind wander from the case, she saw instead in her mind’s eyes the five people that had used this mug before her. She was pleased to see that they had each made sure to wash it properly before returning it to the shelf, especially after Mrs Joensen had used it for peppermint tea... She found herself subconsciously wrinkle her nose in distaste at the thought.
She had just turned the corner, and had noticed the distracted figure a mere second before they collided. She was quick to balance her mug, narrowly avoiding spilling the contents on the floor, whilst her other hand immediately shot out to steady him. She recognised him instantly, Miguel had always been friendly towards her, and often brightened up her day with his relaxed attitude and easy humour. He was much too distracted to notice that he had almost sent her coffee flying, and immediately grabbed her arm when he recognised her, pouring forth with what it was that ailed him. It was odd to see the man in such a rustled state... But it became immediately clear as to why he was in such a way when he began to speak. "You and me both..." Nima replied to his comment about strangling the agent, before Miguel continued, hardly taking a breath in his urgency. At his request, though... Nima's expression turned serious. "I would, but I don't have clearance for access to him." She pointed out. Miguel paused, giving her a look that said, 'and when has this ever stopped you before?' But just as he reached in his pocket for the key-card, her hand moved quickly, halting his progress as she spoke quickly before he could argue. "...And I would never put you in a position where you felt pressured to help me, against orders." She warned, to which Miguel frowned. Reluctantly, he moved his hand away from the card, but before he could utter another word, Nima's mood brightened up suddenly. "Care for a quick coffee break?" She announced unexpectedly. His eyebrows rose, still not catching on as it was obvious she had just been for one, but he played along anyhow, trusting that she must be going somewhere with this. "Of course?" He ventured, and she hooked her arm in his as she marched him jovially to the break room.
Ten minutes later she was on her way to Seth Connors, the key card fitting smugly in her hand. Miguel will have noticed it's absence by now, but would not 'officially' notice it until a few hours later, when he would report its loss, only to find it again in between the cushions of the couch in the break room, where it must have slipped out of his pocket. She walked confidently towards the restricted area, flashing smiles at suspicious glances, before swiping the card. The doors opened slowly, and she was granted access. Another hallway, her hand trailing on the wall as she walked, merely brushing the bleach-white walls, she traced the way in her mind, following the path with her feet- so that she found the room easily, as if she had walked this way before. The door before her was formidable, with a small glass window, so that peering eyes can examine the person waiting outside before deciding to let them in. She pressed the buzzer, and waited patiently. Seth Connors... Such an unassuming name for such an infamous thief. And yet it held a certain charm... Just like him. She mentally shook herself, then. Sure, he had charisma, but it was not what was on the surface she was interested in. If only she could figure out a way to read him... But people were much harder to read than objects. A coffee mug held the essence of people- but actually touching a person and trying to read the real thing? Almost impossible. It would take more than a brush against his hand for her to be able to really delve into what makes Seth Connors tick.
So she would have to just play her part, and hope that he would play along long enough for her to get what she wanted.
She knocked on the door… and she could tell by the weary look on the guard’s face that let her in, that Seth had already been causing trouble. “Seth Connors.” She announced as she walked in confidently. “Not dead I see- that’s good.”
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Jun 19, 2017 4:29:06 GMT
(aww, Nima’s already falling for him hahahaha)
It wasn’t likely that Miguel would even bother wondering what had happened to his card when he first realized it was missing. But they had enough time to confer during those few minutes over coffee. If nothing else, Miguel’s request would secure Nima’s role working with the Blackout Artist. That was a…. small comfort, as evidenced by the weary guard. It wasn’t like they were going to trust a well proven thief on his own… he’d have to have a chaperone.
Rather perplexing puzzle, however. To have his hands tied without Seth officially agreed to help the FBI, despite having a rare form of heart failure. Miguel had been on the verge of starting treatment when he was informed of the complication, hence rushing to Nima.
Seth Connors didn’t seem to have a case of heart failure, however. He was cheerful even as he verbally beat almost anyone who came near, a master of banter that would range from random to fatally pointed. The only way to possibly predict the direction of the banter was simply to look at whoever he was talking to. The nurses had gotten used to the playful banter; Cooper had gotten a beating. The guards… well, they were like the nurses, it seemed, but were most certainly fair game for his tricks.
As evidenced by Nima walking into the room as Seth was wandering, distractedly rubbing at the latest spot where the IV had been tried and once more failed to stay in for more than a few minutes. He had been circling the room like a caged animal, yet he was tossing back the guard’s wallet… for the third time that day alone. It had happened so much the man merely caught it, looked surprised for a moment, and pocketed it. Seth seemed to enjoy the challenge of the steal, only removing cards and cash if he felt like tossing them back one at a time. That hadn’t gone overly well with Cooper, since his glasses ended up being the target.
Hearing his name so steadily announced made him turn with a boredom-to-curiosity shift in his expression. Upon recognizing her, however, his expression split wide into a grin, completely ignoring the fact that he wouldn’t have been caught if it wasn’t for her.
He’d probably be dead, but she still caught him.
“Officer Aphrodite!” he replied with that charismatic grin, as if he felt the need to use two words for her “name” too. “Good to see you again. But… nope, unfortunately the docs couldn’t do a thing for me. But death is SO boring! I don’t get this whole haunting thing. Actually,” he began, moving up close to her as if in a conspiracy. “I was beginning to think that if this is heaven… well, maybe I can get a timeshare in hell? I mean, that has GOT to be more entertaining…” he added, his hand just skimming the air across her pants to slide into a touch on her waist, with no doubt as to how close his hand had come.
“Unless you have some ideas?” Seth mused, pulling away again. Possibly instinctively, before he could be belted for the move… “Y’know… I’m still undecided… I can see the white two-piece, but I’m starting to wonder… what about a bold color, like cherry red? Aqua? Or even a metallic?” Back to that topic again?
A rather jovial mask of protection, especially for a dying man.
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Post by Kelathi on Jun 28, 2017 0:23:41 GMT
“It’s a shame they couldn’t fix your verbal diarrhoea.” Nima merely replied, exasperated, though despite trying to hide by just how much. He moved so fast… every time she thought a well-aimed slap would be appropriate he had already whisked himself away, getting away with pretty much murder. Instead of pulling up the chair on the other side of the table, she sat down rather casually /on/ the table instead. “I know it’s difficult for you, /Seth Connors/, but it would be easier for all involved if you actually shut up and listened to what I’m about to tell you.” She stated, appearing bored with his antics, and pointedly ignoring his attempt to again redirect the conversation topic to her in her swimwear…
There was a way she could make him listen, she was sure, but she didn’t particularly want to use it, if she could help it. She would rather this go as amicably as possible, but he was making it increasingly difficult... “Would you give us a moment?” This statement was directed at the guard, whom looked from her to Seth… and obviously decided that the thief was no particular threat to her… apart from annoying her. The door clicked behind him, and then they were alone.
((I’m thinking, what if Nima knows who his mother is? Like, maybe his records are so mixed up with pieces missing and such that literally no one knows any of his family, except her, because she could sense it somehow (not sure how yet lol, but may make him listen))
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Jun 28, 2017 16:49:16 GMT
(pfffffft dude Seth gets 50/50% chance of getting slapped… I’ll make sure he’s around long enough for one next time XD)
Seth staggered at her insult, clutching at his heart; there was a tense moment that was clearly not fully intended, as it was shattered upon his comical, dramatic hand to the forehead.
“Oh! You wound me, milady!” The guard’s shoulders sagged a little rather than remaining tense; several of the guards had been there, after all, when Miguel talked to Seth about his condition. The thief still seemed unimpressed by the news.
He was curious, however, at the nontraditional position the agent took, eyebrows raising even as the corner of his mouth slid up into a roguish grin. The look solidified as she arranged for them to be left alone, leaning back and miming the wall was the back of a chair, even crossing a leg over while bracing himself. Despite this almost comical position, he put on a serious expression, which couldn’t help but look even more comical.
“Should I be worried about this?”
( I LOVE THE IDEA NIMA KNOWS JOANNE <3<3<3 hahaha…)
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Post by Kelathi on Jul 20, 2017 22:18:11 GMT
“Worried?” She echoed, acting surprised. A trick she had learn from her current… ‘employee’. Act friendly. Act like everything is fine… Work up to dropping the bombshell. “No, not if you co-operate. Seth, there’s two reasons you are here. One, because you are the…” She paused, raising her two fingers on each hands and bending them, the universal sign for air quotes, as if she was not thoroughly convinced by the title- “ ‘Blackout Artist’… And the cops are therefore pretty keen on putting you away for quite a while- after they worm out the location of your fabled ‘earnings’ over these years, of course. And two, and this is the part that concerns me- because my employer wishes to employ your skills.” She paused; sure that he would have some kind of comeback, before continuing.
“I’ll get straight to the point. When I leave here, an officer is going to come in and give you a choice. They are going to tell you that they will reduce your sentence if you help them stop a certain artifact from being stolen. What we need you to do… is accept. If you accept, we can instead offer you a clean break. Not a measly reduced sentence- but no sentence at all. You will effectively disappear from records. If not…” This was the part she didn’t like. But she knew that Seth was slippery, so if she wanted this to work and wanted his full cooperation... she needed to go all out.
She sighed, leaning back, shuffling a little- small nuances that would show her unease with the next words about to leave her mouth, even if she tried to appear calm and collected. “If not… that would be unfortunate. For you… and for Joanne.”
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Jul 20, 2017 22:55:41 GMT
He should have been more careful. He shouldn’t have gone for number seven, for the padding. By the skin of his teeth had been his method for survival for so many years; to part with the pattern had been a bad idea. If he hadn’t, he’d be en route to freedom with bags of money. A threat to no one.
It might have interested the other party to know this realization only hit him hard with her last few words. Of course it had been a source of annoyance for the last several days, ever since he woke up. He’d done his best to return the feeling to his captors, a feat he was already well on his way to completing. But it had been just him then.
Leading up to the moment, he reacted in his typical style; Seth’s face contorted into a look of momentary disgust at being called by the oh-so-hated code name, silently if playfully warning her he’d get back at her for reminding him. His amusement seemed rather genuine however at the idea of his being hired, nearly falling over from his precarious position against the wall as he started laughing, only able to put a lid on it as she continued. He didn’t let on that he had quite clearly caught her use of the term “employer,” clearly sorted as something other than what she was expected to have, but pretending to miss key information had always proved a great way to be more observant than anyone guessed.
Seth bit back his quip about not playing well with others when he noticed how uncomfortable she suddenly became, hesitantly continuing. Was there something special with this “employer” she had mentioned? She had been calm, confident if unhappy before; this was quite a different reaction than she had shown as a trait.
So was his.
He had had a disbelieving grin on his face as he listened to her hesitant words, as if completely misreading her. It was a crooked grin, as if prepared for the punch line. It was soft, natural, somehow roguishly charming with that mischievous twinkle in his eyes… but the name changed that. There wasn’t a single move, no twitch of a muscle to shift the expression, but it became hard. Still as ice. Only someone watching would be able to tell the difference, to see the mask held firmly in place by years of practice separate from its wearer.
“Who?” he asked, his face moving with the natural surprise one might have at being asked about someone they knew nothing of. Even the stillness in his gaze vanished without a trace, as if he had never been frozen, never felt a thing at hearing that name. It might even be described as eerie, the way he shifted from one state to another, that smile never at risk of sliding. It hinted at depths hidden underneath, buried quite deliberately and deep.
In a crowd, a group, even in just an open room, it wouldn’t even be noticed. Alone put him at just the slightest disadvantage; despite his actions, he knew better than to crave the limelight. Now it was beginning to look like he might not have been dragged onstage alone, but however he felt about that he kept to himself.
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Post by Kelathi on Dec 4, 2018 22:04:59 GMT
She didn’t say anything for a while, just studied his face as the silence stretched on. His response didn’t phase her, evident as she didn’t scramble to prove she knew who Joanne was, and the woman‘s relationship to him. She didn’t need to. They both knew she had something on him, the best thing to do now was to just let it sink in. After a while, she broke the silence. “Look, for the record, it’s not my style to bring other people into this, not when they aren’t involved. But I have a job to do, and in order for me to do that job, we need to have an understanding, you and I.” Clearly, she wasn’t comfortable with this tactic, even though she tried to hide it behind a cool and confident demeanour. She stood up then, pushing herself away from the table. She had been granted a, thus far, rare moment to speak without being interrupted, and she sure as hell was going to take it. She leant forwards, planting her hands firmly on the table, fixing him with her steely gaze as she next spoke. “Take the job, do the job, and then your record will be wiped clean. It’s a free pass.” She didn’t mention that she hadn’t actually told her employees about Joanne… As stated earlier, she had no intention of involving the woman when there was no need.
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Dec 6, 2018 3:39:38 GMT
“So, which job was this then?” Seth finally asked, still as lightly indifferent as before, managing somehow to avoid entirely a threat of his own knowledge of something special about her in turn now. Perhaps not as strong, but it could make things difficult for her. And Seth knew full well how irritating “difficult” things could be… he often made himself the source of such difficulties, after all.
“I’ve been asked about helping to keep a thief from thieving something that’s supposedly theft-proof,” he began, sounding rather indignant and satirical at the same time of the over-use of the term he so proudly wore. “I don’t see how that benefits more than one person…”
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Post by Kelathi on Jan 8, 2019 19:21:49 GMT
He was playing along? This was good. Better than good, in fact. It had taken a lot to get to this point, but they were finally here. She straightened up, appearing satisfied. When he pushed for more information, she merely waved her hand dismissively. "I'll leave it to the cops to explain the details. The main point is that you must accept. There's no running from this, despite how that might have solved your problems in the past." A slip-up, perhaps, revealing that she knew more from Seth's past than she was letting on, but then, it wouldn't hurt for him to think that. At the door with a hand on the handle, she paused, turning back to him before she left. "Good luck. However, I'm sure a thief with your skill will have no trouble in foiling the thieving attempts of another." Was that a compliment? Whether it was or not, it was certainly a goodbye.
At least, she had intended it to be. Her job was done, after all. She had been told to locate the thief, and ensure that he took the deal. He would be a fool to back out now, with the threat hanging over his mother's head if he did not. Little did she know, this would not be the last time she would come across the exasperating thief.
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