Jace 003

[ischarming]

Who: Jace and Somarium
Where: Outside Javert's apartment~ Fufufufufu~
Style: Either
Status: Open but there will be a potential shoot out between Javert and Jace so keep that in mind

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[ackupunctured]

It wasn't normal for people to be hanging around apartment complexes, and Sasuke knew a creeper when he saw one. At least he didn't trust this blond guy who'd been standing outside Javert's apartment for who knew how long.

Sasuke himself had been in the area and had left only for a short while, but upon coming back he'd seen Jace. Sasuke had stuck to the alleyways beside the apartments and his clothes showed it. They were slightly grimy as was his face. His newsboy cap was pulled down over his own eyes obscuring his features.

Seriously what was this guy doing here?

As the clock ticked on Sasuke decided waiting around wasn't going to get him anywhere and if he needed he could take care of himself. The familiar weight in his pocket was proof of that.

He took off from the alley and headed towards Jace.

[ischarming]

Sometimes waiting for someone to show up for something could be a little dull. Case in point, waiting for Javert to decide he was headed out. Scratching the back of his neck, Jace tilted his head to the side. Of course, that was when he noticed something. A sort of tingling along his spine that said that someone was there. Lifting a brow, he listened a moment before shifting off out of sight of the alley.

Then he glanced off to the side to see what would come out of it. See if it was anyone interesting. What could he say? He was curious.

Besides, he could use some entertainment while he waited.

[ackupunctured]

Sasuke's hand reached into his pocket. His fingers wrapped around the handle of his switchblade and he pulled it out but he didn't release the blade just yet.

He crept up till he was within a few feet of Jace before verbalizing his existence.

"What are you doing here?"

[ischarming]

"Pondering the man reasons why a boy would be wandering through an alley just to talk to me. I'm sure they're quite good though so perhaps you could share them. And yourself?"

Jace's tone of voice was like he was talking about the weather. He even looked just as calm as ever. Though, he did have a smirk on his lips as he looked down at the dark haired kid.

It was so cute when people thought they could take him.

[chose_death]

Luckily, Jace had but several more minutes to wait before his prey trotted right into the morning air. It was only slightly past dawn that federal agent Gerald Javert stepped out of his decrepit old apartment complex, his jaw tight, head low and thick hands clasped tightly at his back.

Javert was not in tip-top shape. In fact, despite his muted and stony exterior, he was downright tense. Something or someone incited an earthquake in his spirit, and with the damage already done, he was fully aware that the consequences were set to come crashing down on him at any moment. There were far too many arrangements he needed to make and not enough time to execute them, starting with the Witness Protection Agency and a full briefing of this train wreck of a situation to his superior.

It wasn't so surprising, then, that Javert threw the front door shut behind him, appraised the street with the look of a wolf cheated of his meal and meant to set out in a brisk walk through the city.

[ischarming]

Finally. He was beginning to wonder if this guy was going to stay in the entire time. Maybe it was just Jace being impatient but that really wasn't the point now was it? Smirking, he tipped his hat down a little and went to cross the street to follow the man.

Hands in his pockets, he kept an eye out for witnesses as he went to go for the gun he had. Might as well try for something that was quick. Assuming he hit his target.

Which he usually did. When they didn't move at the last moment.

[chose_death]

Something about the man that crossed the road after him struck Javert as very odd through his muddled thoughts. At first, he drew his hat lower, held his shoulders higher and attempted to shrug it off as a by-product of his anxiety. It was only a temporary madness that plagued him in his fit of excessive caution. But still, the stranger seemed to pick up his pace, and Javert tilted his ear discreetly toward the back, concentrating on the sound of the man's measured and swift footfalls.

It was the abrupt movement of the stranger's arm toward his hip, and the reflective glint of metal that caught the federal agent's peripheral vision. He might have missed it, if he hadn't bent his head back ever so slightly.

A cold, intuitive tingle ran down the back of Javert's neck. He halted abruptly in the middle of the street. A second passed. He slowly looked over his shoulder at the man behind him...

[insorrow]

Night jobs are possibly the most ridiculous things ever: that's what put Ken out so late it was early.

And he wasn't really thinking, either. A night spent on his feet filling drinks orders and trying to figure out how to mix a Manhattan someone would actually want to drink and he was too tired for that, and too damn worried - he'd have been home ages ago, he really would, but he'd gone to check Dominic's apartment again, just in case, and what good had it done? All that had gotten him was sore feet and a heavy feeling of dread settling down somewhere inside him, and the growing certainty that he was never going to see his friend again. The dead of the night and the place looked every bit as dead and empty as it did in the middle of the day, and nothing new to see there but the ever-growing collection of Dominic's unread mail.

Ken didn't think Dominic was the kind of guy who let mail pile up like that. So maybe - maybe he really was on vacation, or had just been called away? Or maybe he was hurt, or in hospital or something - maybe