Meetup [COMPLETE]
Who: Shelly de Killer and Matt Engarde
What: Shelly makes a long-overdue visit.
Where: Matt's Warehouse
When: At some point after Shelly's church joining and after his leaving the card and Matt's door
Rating: PG for now, unless Matt decides to be bad XD
Open: Nope.
De Killer's heels clicked on the pavement as he walked up purposely to the front door of Warehouse Seven. Matt had left several minutes before, to the Nightclub, the assassin presumed. He had not taken the time to explore that place, he had better things to do. Quickly, he pulled out a large, expensive looking lockpick from his new suit (thank God there were fresh ones in the closet) and set to work on the door.
Thirty seconds later it was open, and Shelly was in, locking the door up carefully behind him. The place was dark inside, so he turned on a lamp next to the sofa. "He has a larger television than me," Shelly mused to himself. He crossed the room and turned it on. A Steel Samurai episode, half complete, blared to life on the screen. Shelly hit rewind and went to rummage through Matt's wine rack while the tape rewound itself. He found a bottle of Chardonney that looked promising, and after a quick minute hunting for a wineglass, the assassin was in a comfortable armchair in front of the television, watching Episode 3 of the Steel Samurai (Steel Samurai in Love?! The Maiden of the Cursed Shrine!). The boy's wine wasn't half-bad either, Shelly mused. This was a perfectly comfortable way to pass the time while he waited for his quarry to return.
What: Shelly makes a long-overdue visit.
Where: Matt's Warehouse
When: At some point after Shelly's church joining and after his leaving the card and Matt's door
Rating: PG for now, unless Matt decides to be bad XD
Open: Nope.
De Killer's heels clicked on the pavement as he walked up purposely to the front door of Warehouse Seven. Matt had left several minutes before, to the Nightclub, the assassin presumed. He had not taken the time to explore that place, he had better things to do. Quickly, he pulled out a large, expensive looking lockpick from his new suit (thank God there were fresh ones in the closet) and set to work on the door.
Thirty seconds later it was open, and Shelly was in, locking the door up carefully behind him. The place was dark inside, so he turned on a lamp next to the sofa. "He has a larger television than me," Shelly mused to himself. He crossed the room and turned it on. A Steel Samurai episode, half complete, blared to life on the screen. Shelly hit rewind and went to rummage through Matt's wine rack while the tape rewound itself. He found a bottle of Chardonney that looked promising, and after a quick minute hunting for a wineglass, the assassin was in a comfortable armchair in front of the television, watching Episode 3 of the Steel Samurai (Steel Samurai in Love?! The Maiden of the Cursed Shrine!). The boy's wine wasn't half-bad either, Shelly mused. This was a perfectly comfortable way to pass the time while he waited for his quarry to return.