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Closed/Incomplete

Nov 12, 2008 20:11

WHO: Usopp (longnosedliar) and Kevin Smith
WHAT: Usopp is formally initiated into Monacello
WHERE: Kevin's apartment
WHEN: Day 184

( As Usopp stood in front of the formidable looking door, he pretended that it wasn't his knees knocking together, but an earthquake which he had bravely faced in order to come to his destiny. )

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viciousnothing November 13 2008, 04:31:21 UTC

Kevin had seen him. Eying him from the window. A nervous young man. But who wouldn't be?

It was nothing to scoff at. Anyone could be turned strong. You just had to mold them.

He wanted to get a better look at him first, though.

So Kevin put a shirt on again (Honestly, he really couldn't stand the things), though didn't bother to button it up. He liked the cool breeze on his skin. And he dipped his sunglasses down, his shining eyes coming out -

And then his whole self turning invisible.

Opening and silently clambering out a window, down a roof, and into an adjacent alley, he turned the corner, getting a better look at Usopp. Looked even more nervous up close. Real long nose. He didn't exactly have the body for mafia. So maybe his brain was where his skills were?

He stepped closer and closer, never making a sound, eventually coming right behind Usopp. Pushed his sunglasses back up, warping back into the realm of the naked eye.

He tapped Usopp on the shoulder. He'd have to get used to surprises.

longnosedliar November 13 2008, 04:38:16 UTC

The longer Usopp waited, the more agitated he got. A million different ends for him flashed in his mind, from the logical approach of him knowing too much and getting shot to the fanciful million-Monacello-supporters-descending-out-of-darkness-and-eating-him-alive.

By the time he felt the tap on his shoulder, he was aware of every creak, every shadow, and turned around with a tiny squeak of surprise, immediately drawing his gun and pointing it in front of him with a trembling hand. Which wasn't like him. When he was at the shooting range, his hand was always very steady--this was an actual person, though, and not nearly as easy as the wooden targets.

Trying his best not to betray his madly beating heart, he asked tremulously, "Kevin Smith?"

If not, his gun was loaded. If not, his legs were loaded. If not, he thought he was going to faint.

viciousnothing November 13 2008, 04:40:20 UTC

Kevin's expression and posture didn't change for a moment. The gun pointed straight at him, Kevin merely reached into his pants pocket, pulling out a pen and notepad.

He scrawled in it for a moment before turning it around, showing it to Usopp.

Kevin Smith, yes.

Do you know sign language?

He probably didn't. This would make things difficult for awhile.

longnosedliar November 13 2008, 05:00:56 UTC

Usopp stared at the decidedly taciturn man for a moment before slowly putting his gun away. Really, he was rather hesitant in putting away what he saw as the maybe-lifeline-if-he-could-shoot-fast-enough, but decided against it: he certainly fit the description. The description being pale. Really pale.

He looked at the paper and felt his mouth go dry. A mute? In a high position? That was crazy! The guy must be... really good. Really, really good. After all, Smith didn't even flinch, not one bit. Not that Usopp expected anybody to, in reaction to him, but most people would at least blink when faced with the barrel of a gun.

Slowly, Usopp shook his head. "No, sorry, I don't." Briefly, it crossed his mind to say to him that he could learn, if it meant getting in, but he stopped himself. He didn't want to look that desperate.

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