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Who: terminates and YOU!
When: August 10th through the 12th.
Where: Various locations across the city.
Summary: A day (or days) in the life of an assassin. There will be separate threads for each day and locations detailed within them. Tag yourselves in, and name the time and location in the subject line!
Warnings: None.

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August 10th

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[ Today, he begins with coffee and a light breakfast at one of his favorite breweries. Later in the afternoon, he'll visit the gun range to brush up on his aim.

Tonight, he'll visit a bar for a few casual drinks. ]

Bar <3

[the_dead_pool2]

[He had decided he wanted to drink, he was Canadian, and it was a requirement after all. So he sat and had a few brews, it wouldn't get him drunk, but that was hardly the point]

<3

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[ Getting drunk is definitely a possibility for him, but generally he has more restraint than to allow it. Sipping occasionally at his drink, his gaze is sharp as he considers the other patrons.

His eye narrows slightly when he notices the other. ]

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[He noticed an almost chilling of the air as if someone detested him intensely. His eyes widen as he sees who it is and bolts over at high speed]

DADDY! PAPA! ITS YOUR BOY!

August 11th

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[ Today is a day set aside for business. After the usual early morning breakfast ritual, he pays a visit to the Black Market. It's where he gets most of his supplies, and after making a few deals, he leaves.

Lunch is had at a deli, after which he pays a visit to the Underground.

That evening, however, he is out in full uniform, preferring the rooftops over dingy, darkened streets. He'll be out after the sirens. ]

[leading3men]

[ Investigating a severed arm is just as glamorous as Zoey expected to be: none what so ever. She pulls out some of her folded, stained notes and looks around at the block, wearing her street clothes, including the bright pink jacket that came with her. The sun is setting in about an hour, so she needs to speed this along and go her merry way. She's not interested in fighting the Darkness, even though she's armed. ]

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[ He's out and about already, of a mind to get a head start before the Darkness falls. Spotting her from his position on a rooftop, he looks down at her, considering.

He doesn't linger long, but his presence may register -- just a shadowed silhouette splashed across the pavement. ]

[leading3men]

[ Which nearly gives Zoey a freaking heart attack, thanks. When she saw the shadow on the sidewalk she nearly thought it might have been a Hunter or something. Without even thinking she pulls out her pistol, but doesn't aim it. Kept it low, pointing at the ground, she looks above her, trying to find the source of the shadow. The last thing she wanted was to shoot some kid who might have been jumping around the rooftops for kicks. Or whatever. ]

August 12th

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[ His target evaded him last night, so today, he'll visit the library for research purposes. He has breakfast, but doesn't bother with lunch, focused as he is on his business.

A light dinner is had, and then he goes out after sirens again. Tonight will be the night he apprehends his prey. ]

night

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[She's usually heading home about this time, but a brief shadow passing between alleyways catches her attention. She scales the building quickly, avoiding detection and then makes her way across one of the rooftops. She stops at the edge when she sees the tail end of Deathstroke's uniform, quirking an eyebrow. What's he even doing out here at night?

She follows at a distance, half because she doesn't want to be detected, and partially because she's avoiding as many monsters as possible. Should he realize she's there, it won't matter; she's not going to interfere until she knows what he's doing.]

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[ Right now, he's tracking. It's apparent from the way he stops, observes, and moves on. Despite the garish colors he wears, he blends surprisingly well -- a predator of the highest order moving fluidly amidst the shadows.

He seems intent on his business and unaware he's being followed. ]

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[He's sometimes almost invisible to the eye when he blends into the shadows. It's surprising, considering the orange he wears. She keeps her distance, glad that she isn't wearing anything that could cause too much noise.

When he slips through another alley, she jumps another roof and continues, stopping on the edge of the rooftop and watching. She keeps her eyes on the monsters, but she won't lose sight of him.]