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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Sept 10, 2012 10:00:43 GMT -5
That could most certainly be useful, *I agree.* But the question comes down to timing. Even if someone's willing to be a mole, when can they join them? If the directions to get to where ever - the temple, or shrine, or such - have to be complete, then they might still have to wait through all the rest of the killings. *I sigh, running a hand through my hair.* They're playing a tricky game. Can't stop them unless you let them win the first round. Increasing patrols would be one step. Pay special attention to the small towns with the right number of inhabitants. But how big would the patrol have to be, to make any difference? We might just end up with five dracs on the poles instead.
*My gaze has wandered towards the windows, but when I look back at Delta it's hard to keep my solemnity. So far we'd have been severely disappointing any peeping neighbors, but I still have my hopes.*
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Sept 10, 2012 10:13:32 GMT -5
Maybe it's just the- *I pause and just gesture vaguely at my head, meaning all the fuckery inside of it* But sometimes I think we should just play the same game. Round up 'Joys and pin them up the same way...but we'd run out of Killjoys too quickly. Hehehe.
*I move around the counter and to the couch to relax more, changing the subject finally. With the last bit of workchat out of the way, I can let go. And so I smile before glancing down the hallway. I feel good- adjusted, normal even.* Is is just you here, or are we disturbing some roommate that's going to exact the kind of revenge that only roommates can?
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Sept 10, 2012 10:21:33 GMT -5
*I smile at his killjoy comment, shaking my head. Even if we were going to try something like that, killjoys would be a lot harder to 'pin down' than civilians. Joining him on the couch, I prop my feet up on the coffee table and lean back.* Nope, just me all on my lonesome. Technically there's a guest room, but I use it as an office. Why do you ask? Not planning a disturbance, are we?
*I end with a grin. The nice thing about being a constant flirt is that even if nothing comes out of it, it's never awkward. And every once in a very long while I wish I /did/ have a roommate - just someone else so it wasn't so quiet all the time - but mostly I'm glad for my privacy. This is definitely one of those times.*
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Sept 10, 2012 10:46:02 GMT -5
Thinking about it, *I replied mischievously.* But then again, my superiors might not appreciate that. I'm supposed to be well-behaved and proper in the city. A gentleman in the city, a devil in the Zones.
*And a fucking GOD in bed. Wait what. Hnnn.*
So ulterior motives to inviting me over? I fear subtlety has escaped me over the years working with SCARECROW. Side effects of all the drugs and what, I'm such a fucking mess.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Sept 10, 2012 12:34:00 GMT -5
It just depends on your definition of a gentleman, *I answer, eyebrow raised.* And I may be fairly decent at smooth talking, but come on, D. My apartment, to talk about work? Why in the world wouldn't I have just gone to the Tower? It's not like there's a shortage of private conference rooms. If they made them all offices, the cubicle farms would be nonexistent. So.
*And here's the real test. After all, he /is/ the most notorious of Exterminators. Pills or not, I don't know him nearly well enough to guess how far he's actually willing to take this.* I happen to like people who are a mess, and I'm perfectly willing to disturb nonexistent roommates. *I beckon him with a finger* Your move, sir.
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Sept 10, 2012 13:41:24 GMT -5
*An opening is all I need, but I don't care to make who I choose to fuck around with public information, so I step over to the windows and close the blinds enough to block the view- but not the light coming in, as it falls in stripes across myself and Vico. Romance was never my thing, which served well in the Zones, but here in the city, people preferred a little more tenderness, a little more wink-wink-nudge-nudge. Fortunately, Vico didn't seem to be that type. It was perfect for what I was looking for: and that was just a little more release. This case is getting me all worked up in ways that even my drugs can't relieve entirely. A little grabass wouldn't hurt. And god it's been so long since I had proper company.*
I do think you're insane for even insinuating what you are. You know who I am. People are terrified of me on both sides.
*I reach to lightly brush the backs of my fingers against Vico's neck, my other hand settling on his hip. My hand smooths from his throat towards the nape of his neck and grabs a handful of hair as I move in and touch my lips to his, faintly, tauntingly: a ghost of a kiss to counteract the somewhat rough hairpulling.*
So thanks for being a lunatic. *I smirk and let go, moving back down the hall*
[[to the pad I say! ]]
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Sept 12, 2012 14:47:16 GMT -5
*I lead the way down to my car afterwards, still a bit put out that Delta insisted on going out for food. The stuff I have at home isn't /that/ bad, and I was hoping I wouldn't have to make myself presentable. I'd reluctantly switched my loose sweatpants for my jeans, and the denim hurts like hell where it's rubbing over the new scratches on my leg. At least the high-collared jacket isn't tight-fitting.*
No comments about my baby, *I warn Delta as I unlock the car. She's nowhere near a beater, but she's also nowhere near the Exterminator's bike. When he's in I pull away from the curb, heading towards downtown.* Where are we going, anyway?
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Sept 12, 2012 19:26:59 GMT -5
Not a word, *I promise as I climb into the passenger seat.* I was thinking of this bistro I discovered down in the east city, in the part that was reclaimed Neon Ghetto...still a little more 'liberal' than the rest of the city in that they serve alcohol before noon. *I chuckle and tap out a few pills into my palm and hand them over to Vico.* Here, take some of my painkillers. You'll fuckin' love 'em. *Against policy, but then again so were a lot of other things the two of us have managed in this short amount of time.*
Hopefully, it'll be 'shady' enough to keep corporate off our backs.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Sept 12, 2012 21:49:40 GMT -5
Ooh, sharing drugs. Scandalous. *I grin and toss them down, ignoring the slightly bitter aftertaste. Any city slicker is well used to dry-swallowing, after all. If they're as strong as I think they are, I'll be feeling the effects by the time we reach our destination.* The bistro sounds good to me. Just tell me where to turn when we get closer.
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Sept 12, 2012 22:24:05 GMT -5
*The nearer we get, the less white the city became, and a fog started to appear in the streets. I give directions to the best of my ability, guiding Vico to a gated parking garage with several security droids on patrol. The car might've been kind of crappy, but that wouldn't stop some lowlifes trying to jack it. Once we're parked, I exit the car and straighten the collar of Vico's jacket again* It's just a few blocks down...
*And a few blocks later, we're in front of the door, and WHAT a door, a bright, lascivious red amidst all this gray. I smirk and push it open. The bistro itself is run out of the back of a building, the door opening into a dark corridor before spilling back into a courtyard. Music's playing, not the thrashy metal rock that's expected of an establishment so close to the ghetto, but jazz. It's another era entirely. And I'm happy to have found it.
And might as well enjoy it before it gets shut down.*
*I move to the bar that's underneath the back 'porch' of the building and order an old-fashioned and I'm told to take a table by a server. I choose a table by a cracked fountain that's only barely puttering out water. There's something run-down but at the same time hip about the entire place. That was the beauty of these pop-up locations...a bit of rebellion still intact.*
Maybe it's not your kind of place- but it's well in your price range, *I reply, as if i need to apologize for my tragic sensibilities.*
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Sept 12, 2012 23:36:59 GMT -5
*I laugh at his offhanded insult, and ask for an iced tea when a server approaches with napkins and water.* How sweet of you. *The place isn't bad, though, assuming we're not still here if it gets raided. It's not empty of other customers, but they generally keep their conversations to a low buzz. The overall feel reminds me of a place I visited once in Europe, but it's not enough of a similarity to be a bother.*
So, work. *I lean back slightly in my chair, a smile playing on my lips as I watch him sitting there so casually. Big scary Exterminator.* How do you plan on getting word of the next site? Just tune in to the killjoy airwaves and hope for a shoutout? *My tea arrives and I take a sip, only remembering my split lip when the slice of lemon slides around the rim of the glass and lands almost square on. I set the tea down in a hurry, pulling the lemon off and setting it on the tabletop as gingerly as if it was explosive.* Don't mind me. Continue.
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Sept 13, 2012 8:51:59 GMT -5
More or less, that's all we can do. *I reply, nodding as my alcohol arrives and taking a swig. Ah nothing like whiskey in the morning.* The cult only wants Killjoys to find their 'altars', and most Killjoys aren't going to be discreet when they find a mass killing. Straight to the airwaves.
*The menu's fairly standard, given that they couldn't afford to cook something super fancy, knowing they'd be busted any day now. I really want a fucking BLT, with an egg to pretend it was still breakfasty.*
I hate having to come too late to each scene. Makes me feel like I'm bad at my job.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Sept 13, 2012 18:21:17 GMT -5
Not exactly your fault though, is it? *I skim through the menu twice, finally settling on a grilled cheese sandwich and garden salad. I'm so unimaginative when it comes to making my own food, I have a hard time settling on anything even when someone else is cooking.* Far as I understand it, they haven't implanted a mind-reading chip in your skull, or figured out how to let you see into the future.
Planning on heading back out tomorrow to sweep the desert, then?
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Sept 14, 2012 9:37:12 GMT -5
Most likely. *I smile at him from across the table.* I'm fine with the overworking, as long as I get a bit of time every now and then for- stress relief. Unfortunately this means I've eaten up my entire city reprieve with yesterday and today, so any other downtime will have to be out in the Zones. Fortunately there's outposts scattered about.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Sept 14, 2012 22:05:36 GMT -5
Don't exactly get a 40 hour work week, do you? Well if you wouldn't mind a tag-along, I'll offer to head back out with you. I know for a fact one of the Finance matrons is waiting to drop a load of paperwork sorting on me, and I don't fancy an early grave made of other people's tax returns.
*The painkillers are definitely kicking in. All my aches are gone, to the extent that if I closed my eyes I don't think it would take much effort to convince myself I was floating. I reclaim the lemon slice, considering for a moment before biting down. It's as sour as ever, but all I feel from my lip is a faint tingle. I grin, trading the lemon for half a grilled cheese sandwich as the waiter returns with our plates.* I like your candy, D.
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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