Characters: William Birkin, Luis Sera Content: Two paranoid scientists meet up to chat about - what else? - science. Location: Around 57th and Park Ave. Time of day: Early afternoon. Warnings: None.
At least the bruise on his face finally looked better. It was the small comforts that were keeping Luis going at the moment. As isolated as he could so easily become in a lab all alone, he missed the nightlife of his previous location. He missed the bar and the ladies and, though he tended to keep to himself anyway, it was at least nice to have other human voices around. Coherent human voices that didn't grunt or mutter under their breaths at him.
He arrived to meet Birkin somewhat out of nowhere, having taken the long way (as always). "Afternoon, Mr. Birkin," he said as pleasantly as a man who was not carrying a gun and slinking around in backalleys.
Birkin startled slightly as he caught sight of the other man, who had appeared rather suddenly in front of him. He shook his head slightly; he wouldn't say it was difficult to take him by surprise - he did have a tendency to get lost inside his own head, he knew - but someone appearing almost right in front of him, seemingly from nowhere ... he probably should've noticed.
"Mr. Sera," he responded, pulling his hand out from the pocket of his lab coat and proffering it to the other man. "Glad to meet you." He hadn't forgotten all the niceties of everyday life, even if sometimes it seemed as if he had. Introductions before business, don't jump too quickly to discussion...
"I haven't been getting out as much as I probably should lately, what with all the giant man-eating crabs and hideous crimes against nature going on," Luis said off-handedly. "We should probably head inside. No point in getting all business out in the middle of the street, sí?"
That way he'd have forewarning if anyone was coming to get him. Of course that would also trap him inside if anyone came to get him, but there was really no safety to be found when your name was Luis Sera.
"Good idea," Birkin agreed, following the other man's lead and heading into the nearest building. It wasn't a bad idea; sitting around in the street was practically asking for trouble, and if it came down to any sort of physical altercation, he knew he was finished. He'd never bothered to prepare himself physically, not even the least bit; Umbrella had always taken care of that aspect of things, whether through assassins or bodyguards. He followed Sera inside, coughing as he inhaled a little recently-unsettled dust.
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He arrived to meet Birkin somewhat out of nowhere, having taken the long way (as always). "Afternoon, Mr. Birkin," he said as pleasantly as a man who was not carrying a gun and slinking around in backalleys.
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"Mr. Sera," he responded, pulling his hand out from the pocket of his lab coat and proffering it to the other man. "Glad to meet you." He hadn't forgotten all the niceties of everyday life, even if sometimes it seemed as if he had. Introductions before business, don't jump too quickly to discussion...
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That way he'd have forewarning if anyone was coming to get him. Of course that would also trap him inside if anyone came to get him, but there was really no safety to be found when your name was Luis Sera.
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