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-=Bow down before the one you serve=- (Closed;Ongoing)

Oct 13, 2008 17:09

WHO: Jared Sampson gunningwolf; Elena suits_me; Yazoo frozen_velvet
WHAT: Two Turks check out a potential threat.
WHERE: Outside of Yazoo's apartment to start.
WHEN: Day 154 late late evening.

( You're going to get what you deserve )

jared sampson, yazoo, elena

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suits_me October 14 2008, 00:34:56 UTC

This night had already cost her. The best parking spot for observing his apartment had been previously occupied, and it had taken a few euros to convince the guy to move his car. And as of yet? Not worth the investment. Elena unfolded the bag of chips and crunched down on a few before reaching for her soda. She'd have to vacuum out the car before she returned it. Tseng probably wouldn't approve of eating in his bugatti ( ... )

gunningwolf October 14 2008, 00:45:27 UTC

Jared took the bag of chips appreciatively and took a handful out, stuffing it all in his mouth as he shifted in his seat. His dark eyes focused up on the window, shifting to the night sky here or there. Jared was glad that he was getting a bit more respect from Elena, but it was probably only due to the fact they were on a mission together ( ... )

frozen_velvet October 14 2008, 01:04:49 UTC

Yazoo pressed his back against the wall beside the window and took a long drink. Even Italian water was inferior to Russian water. That may be because Russian water is vodka. He removed the wedge of lemon from the rim and bit down into it. The sourness had no effect on the silver haired man. Even the rind was devoured.

"Hmm~" The purr was fitting of a man with almost feline grace. What should he do with these children? What did he want to do?

What he always wanted to do. And that was show them who was the superior one here.

The ice settled in the glass as Yazoo set it down while on his way to the door. It was such a nice night. Perhaps he should go for a drive. He avoided the chance that he be stuck in the elevator with someone less than desirable and took the stairwell instead. Yazoo stepped out of the apartment building and with a flip of his hair over his shoulder walked towards his sleek black Ducati. At least the blasted Italians had gotten something right.

suits_me October 14 2008, 01:33:27 UTC

Elena arched a brow at all the falling crumbs. And then it occurred to her... She didn't have to be the one to clean the car out this time. She could just order him to do it! Well, that changes everything. "Hand me my soda, would ya?" And pay no mind to the devious look on her face ( ... )

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