Self Defense : Not just for sissies~
Who: Blaine Thorps [ cant_getoveryou ], Saotome Alto [ princesspilot ]
Where: Magnolia, then to the edge of the Slums
What: Self Defense 101
When: May 31st
Warnings: Beating up poor Alto?
Blaine had yawned himself awake around 11 o'clock in the abandoned apartment he had taken for his own that week. He looked at the broken watch he'd procured from... somewhere, and stretched. He had an hour to get ready, not that it took more than twenty minutes. This apartment at least had running water, though it was colder than a block of ice. He didn't take too long to wash up and change into one of his dingier pieces of clothing. It was a sleeveless, gray ribbed shirt and camouflage army pants he'd found in a fetish shop. He was going to Magnolia first, but he didn't want to have to change.
He finger combed his hair a few times before he took a small jar of gel out from the cabinet. Not much, and it wasn't horribly expensive, but most days the fringe covering his left eye was more or less forgotten. Today he'd have a liability with him, and even if Alto got a few scrapes, he'd be alright. Tsubaki, however, would be upset if her newest acquired 'worker' came back beaten up. He grabbed a comb and worked the gel into his hair so it was slicked back. He paused and looked at himself. He always looked more serious this way. He waved it off and reached under the sink to pull out his M9 and slide it into its inner pants holster. He tied a long sleeved shirt around his waist to hide the butt of his gun and set out, an extra clip and a few tags in the large pockets. The other five he had already around his neck, but there was nothing bigger than a four. He wasn't interested in luring anyone to him today.
In no time at all he was at Magnolia and wishing he had a pair of sunglasses. Too bright... but he entered the lobby and stayed out of the way as he waited for his eyes to adjust and for Alto to appear.
Where: Magnolia, then to the edge of the Slums
What: Self Defense 101
When: May 31st
Warnings: Beating up poor Alto?
Blaine had yawned himself awake around 11 o'clock in the abandoned apartment he had taken for his own that week. He looked at the broken watch he'd procured from... somewhere, and stretched. He had an hour to get ready, not that it took more than twenty minutes. This apartment at least had running water, though it was colder than a block of ice. He didn't take too long to wash up and change into one of his dingier pieces of clothing. It was a sleeveless, gray ribbed shirt and camouflage army pants he'd found in a fetish shop. He was going to Magnolia first, but he didn't want to have to change.
He finger combed his hair a few times before he took a small jar of gel out from the cabinet. Not much, and it wasn't horribly expensive, but most days the fringe covering his left eye was more or less forgotten. Today he'd have a liability with him, and even if Alto got a few scrapes, he'd be alright. Tsubaki, however, would be upset if her newest acquired 'worker' came back beaten up. He grabbed a comb and worked the gel into his hair so it was slicked back. He paused and looked at himself. He always looked more serious this way. He waved it off and reached under the sink to pull out his M9 and slide it into its inner pants holster. He tied a long sleeved shirt around his waist to hide the butt of his gun and set out, an extra clip and a few tags in the large pockets. The other five he had already around his neck, but there was nothing bigger than a four. He wasn't interested in luring anyone to him today.
In no time at all he was at Magnolia and wishing he had a pair of sunglasses. Too bright... but he entered the lobby and stayed out of the way as he waited for his eyes to adjust and for Alto to appear.