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Post by Jay on Mar 4, 2008 9:58:39 GMT -5
((Sorry its crappy. I'm feeling a bit under the weather. I'd wait, but I still don't think it could get much better then this.))
He looked at her as he put out his cigarette on the tray. Then it came out. Great… Heat. Fuck Heat. An excuse for women not to care about being done well. He knew a couple of guys who were doing a woman and OD on the stuff. It was deadly shit and it was something that he stopped going to brothels for. Yeah Arjen frequented the brothel’s of London. Many of his informants met there and the brothels were under Ministry protection. Yeah that is right… brothels under Ministry protection.
He sat back in his chair. Now she’d explain how this shit would work. Arjen would suggest just sending Scout up. Maybe he’d kill her off. However Heat fucked people up pretty bad. He wondered who’d they’d have to give it to. Heat was not the kind of drug that somebody would take willingly. Especially to fuck a good looking man like Starkov. He was a tall Russian man with a powerful body and a good looking face. Arjen sighed and took another bite of the pancakes he’d ordered. His eyes wandered to the waitress who was looking his way. She quickly broke her gaze on him and then disappeared into the kitchen.
When Arjen decided to tune back into Scout she in the middle of some kind of explanation. He caught it where she was explaining what Heat was. How dumb did she think he was? He knew what that shit is and how it worked. Arjen shook his head. God these two need to realize that they are both intelligent. Arjen sat back in his chair and then looked at Scout as she closed her eyes. He could barely hear what she was saying. In fact he couldn’t hear what she was saying. He did catch not honorable, but Arjen shook it off.
‘Honor is something I lost a long time ago. By the way, I know what Heat is. I’m not sure it will be quiet. He’ll be yelling his lungs out. I don’t know if you’ve seen anybody die from and OD on Heat, but they’ll yell and scream. We’ll have to be there as well. He’ll probably kill the girl before he dies as well. If he doesn’t, then his guards will. Plus Starkov’s not that dumb. He’ll have her scanned for the shit. Plus you can tell when a girl is on Heat. We’d have to wait a while before the plan would take place. I don’t know how long you want to wait? Plus we need a gorgeous girl because if that bastard doesn’t like what he sees he’ll send her away. This could get complicated…’
Arjen tapped his fingers on the chair to keep himself from grabbing another cigarette. He hated muggle scientists, but they were right. That shit was addictive as hell. He usually smoked after he killed or right after sex. Arjen looked at Scout and then out to the embassy. He couldn’t believe how close they were. If Arjen had better sense he’d march over there right now and kill everything there. He didn’t care about the war. America would take him in a heart beat. They had a crime rate that through the roof. Plus Arjen would be making ridiculous money. Enough to retire after a year of working there.
He’d have full control of their aurors and their own Hitwizards. The American Ministry of Magic was stationed in the plains of Kansas. It out side of a college town, which meant unlimited women. A plus for Arjen. He wanted to take that job so badly, but knew that amazing money was still to be made here. That and he didn’t want to leave his master behind. Scout could care less, but his master would be broken. He’d seen his great grandfather rise through the ranks and four generations of the Robben family go through the Birds of Prey.
He just betrayed Scout. How he still didn’t understand. He did exactly what he was sent to do. That was her fucking fault. He wished she’d come to her fucking senses. Arjen let out a soft sigh and noticed that Scout was still pissed off. Women. His eyes wandered back over to the pretty waitress who was serving another table, but was looking at Arjen. A smile formed on her face. Well he’d be able to have some fun after this. He looked at Scout.
‘I knew I saw your face before. You worked in that brothel over on the East side.’
It was like a fucking epiphany. He knew he’d seen her face. Arjen fucking knew it all along. He knew a couple of guys who were crazy about her. Andrey was one of them. The Ukrainian and Arjen frequented that brothel. He was fond of the girl and remembered how many strings he’d pull to get him with her. Arjen needed to keep his best informant content. He doubted that Scout even knew who he was. One of his friends from the brothel talked about not even remembering who they were doing. She died of a cocaine overdose. Arjen was sitting next to her. Still she would do nothing to help him. Scout probably knew where Andrey was and refused to tell him. For all he knew his friend could be dead. It just wasn’t looking good. His search for his friend was looking down and Arjen just wanted to talk to him. He didn’t understand this rise in crime. There were Babel’s popping up every where.
Arjen should have killed Hank.
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Post by Ed Taco on Mar 4, 2008 19:33:23 GMT -5
[[Oh no! Get better soon. =(]]
She took a pull of her cigarette, rolling her eyes dismissively. Details, details. Dealt with easily enough. Tapping ashes into her empty tea cup, she gently scooped a dozing Zaphod from her cleared plate of whatever she had ordered, dusting him off and draping him across the back of her neck. That completed, she spoke lightly,
"So smother him, place a muting charm on the room, whatever. I'm assuming you're not useless here," and her tone clearly said that she rather thought he was. "Use a capsule, hide it on her person, beneath her nails or tongue or some shit, couple it with an accelerant. And I wouldn't worry too much about that. Politicians are all the same." A tad arrogant but, well, they were all putty in the hands of a pretty girl who displayed even the slightest interest. Admittedly, she mused, someone like Starkov would have higher standards. So she'd bug Madame Robin for a profile of his tastes or something. Whatever.
She choked at his next phrase though. Coughing, she'd looked up, genuinely thrown. What the hell? That was definitely not something one brought up at lunch time. A calming drag and–down to the filter, god damn it. She crushed the butt in her hand, ignoring the burn with ease of practise, dropping the it into her ash-filled tea cup. Scout, uncharacteristically, stammered, "I-I needed a place to s-stay, Robin o-owed me, and it w-was good gold," she breathed deeply, forcing herself to calm and steady herself. It wasn't a period of her life she was very proud of, or willing to speak much about. "She...helped me get back on my feet. If it wasn't for her, I'd still be under Hank's thumb."
Her cheeks had warmed and she leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms across her chest, ducking behind the curtains of her hair. Madame Robin was one of the few women in the underground who held her own. She'd worked for Weimar for years, running the Blushing Mermaid and all sorts of seedy establishments in the red-light district. Weimar pretty much had the stranglehold on the brothels, and even Hank was averse to crossing him, which was probably why Robin had let her stay in the first place. All she had known was that she couldn't bear to go back to Theo's flat, not even to fetch her things, not after...everything. Hank had ended up selling the place and making quite a killing on it.
She glowered at the floor. "Shut up. It's not something I'm proud of."
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Post by Jay on Mar 4, 2008 23:31:18 GMT -5
((Despite being sick I'm writing Arjen as bit lighter. I don't like this side of him, but it's good to see him be human every once in a while.))
His eyes softened a bit. The blue was probably a bit brighter. It happened a lot during his years in Hogwarts. His eyes changed with his moods, however the anger that boiled in his body kept them a cold blue. A cold blue that muggle women seemed to love. He received complements left and right. They were clueless and to Arjen it was a relief. It was only the smart one’s who knew that Arjen was unstable. The smart one’s also know he kills people for a living and takes no regrets in doing so. None what so ever.
It doesn’t matter if he rips families in half. If he has to kill a family he’ll do so. He’s a savage and an animal. Arjen looked back to the pretty waitress. She knew nothing about him and Arjen could sum her up in a minute. The girl was hard working, he could tell because she put her head down whenever she found somewhere to sit. Her hours were outrageous and it looked as if she were falling asleep on the job. She’s probably got an abusive boyfriend because her pretty little arms were bruised. There was also a but on her other arm. Arjen shook his head. She didn’t know what he did for a living and she was willing to get to know him.
Arjen tuned in as Scout began. She stumbled over her words. This wasn’t like her at all. Not the Scout he knew. She never spoke like this. Unable to finish sentences. She didn’t even sound appalled. His hand moved to another cigarette, but he stopped himself. He really did want to light up as Scout explained how this woman saved her life. Arjen didn’t care. She said what he expected her to say last. Arjen looked at her and shook his head.
‘We all do things we’re not proud of. It’s part of being human… I’d rather sleep with a repulsive woman then kill a family who was wrongly put up by the Ministry.’
He shouldn’t have brought that. His hands moved directly to his head. Not now. Fucking memories. The face of that boy and his sister. How the girl gripped her bear. Her big brown eyes looking into Arjen’s. He’d been doing it for two years now, but killing children was never part of the plan. Dirk would have stolen them. After all his wife couldn’t have children. Why did Dirk have to call in sick that week? He knew he was going to hell, but that wasn’t necessary. Their faces haunted him.
Gavin Hoyt was promoted to tag along with Arjen that week. He was a rowdy Brit from a wealthy Gryffindor family. Straight out of training he thought he was ready to go. Boy was he mistaken. He was the Birds of Prey’s bitch for the six years he’d been on the force. His master only gave the bastard four hit prior to his mission with Arjen. Gavin was named Arjen’s ranking officer and only one thing about him pissed him off more. Hoyt ordered him to kill them. If Arjen didn’t put down the kids Gavin would tell his master that Arjen disobeyed direct orders and would push to kick him out of the Ministry. With everybody at the Birds of Prey hating him, but Dirk it would be easy. After the hit it took him three weeks before he killed the bastard.
His eyes wandered back over to the pretty waitress. She tried her hardest to stay awake, but continued to press on with her smile. God it was gorgeous. Arjen could connect her well with a couple muggle beauty agencies. After all he was well connected in one of them. The biggest one in London was owned by a wizard whose life Arjen had saved… twice. He was a nice old man and had a great eye for beauty. Arjen let out a nod when she asked for a check.
‘Don’t give me that look. I’ve got it. Your free to go, but meet me outside of the embassy at around eight. Starkov should have his meetings by then and we need to drop Heat on one of those girls.’
Arjen nodded and took out his wallet. Just wait for her to leave. She lingered for a second to long. Probably to see him pay the fucking check. Fucking bitch. He threw out a few pounds and got a pen and scribbled a note for the waitress on it. Arjen pulled out a few more of the muggle currency. He was a good tipper. She came back and collected the money. Her pretty blue eyes wandered down to the paper. She moved her lips to say,
‘Jessica and I’m off in fifteen.’
Arjen let out a grin. His eyes wandered back to Scout who was probably incredibly annoyed, but what was new. He was starting to not mind her presence as much. So maybe they both gave each other one more day to live. He looked out to the embassy. 500, 000 in gold lay before him. This plan better be fucking flawless or that extra day would turn into a few hours.
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Post by Ed Taco on Mar 15, 2008 23:26:34 GMT -5
[[Oh my god, I am so sorry for the delay! Work has been HELL and I've just gotten a way shitty flu that had knocked me out for three days running now. Hopefully tomorrow will be less 'LOLSUFFERING' and I can get some posts in. SO SORRY ;_;]]
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Post by Ed Taco on Mar 16, 2008 22:27:06 GMT -5
Scout glared at him. Talking like she was a child–she could only have been two or three years younger than him! And it wasn't like she didn't have her fair-share of experiences that robbed her of much of a youth herself. Still, her glower was half-hearted. He insulted her, but he appeared to be attempting to being less of a douche bag. Probably not, but she'd give him the benefit of the doubt for now.
"Eight, right and–" She paused. Wallet. He was paying a cheque? She arched a brow, glancing and–ah, it all made sense. She lingered to amuse herself, and was pleasantly amused, quietly snorting into her hand. Scooping Zaphod up, she draped him across her neck, arching a brow at Arjen. Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh– She was sporting a cheshire grin as she slipped up and past, a smooth lift as she jacked his pack of cigarettes, quickly stepping off and waving without looking back. Sometimes, having been a lowlife pickpocket worked to her benefit. It'd piss him off and she'd pretty much given up on attempting to quit now, and besides, if he wanted to impress that bonnie lass, they'd only be his detriment. Or something like that. See, Scout can be charitable! As long as it benefits her, anyways.
[[Short! I can't see anymore though. Hoping my fingers are on the right keys~~!! Resting eyes after two months of contacts = BLINDNESS YAY Anyways, I'll flashback her planning in my next post. Or something. I'll figure that out when I can read what I'm writing.]]
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Post by Jay on Mar 18, 2008 22:07:30 GMT -5
((Don't worry about the absence. I spent a good time after all the day after I posted we won the state championship!
Anyway I've gotten back into Arjen pretty well. I saw that "Doomsday" movie. Shitty as hell, but the main character is basically Arjen in a banging hot woman's body. She's exactly how I want Arjen to be. If you see it you will know what I'm talking about.))
Arjen frowned as she took the box of cigarettes. Let her have them… tearing her head off wouldn’t be good. When your trying to impress a girl it’s not good either. Women had a tendency to stay away from psychotic freaks. Arjen certainly fit into that category quite well. He was out of his bloody mind and Jessica didn’t really need to know that.
As Scout left the table Arjen leaned in the chair and watched the embassy. There was a shift in the guards and two tall men, dressed in Russian coats entered the embassy. Arjen sighed and sat back in the chair. His eyes wandered the room and looked around for his new friend. If he could call her that… Arjen sighed and then she came towards him.
Her hair was down and somewhat curly. She had changed her shirt and wore a pair of tight fitting jeans. Her shoes were gone and she was pretty short. It looked like she was about five foot three or perhaps four. Sitting down Arjen was having a little difficultly, but once he was standing up it would be very easy to tell. Arjen’s identification with height and weight were unreal. He knew how much a person weighed no matter how much clothing was on and he knew height just from how a person walked. After all these things come with the job.
‘So what’s your name?’ ‘Arjen. Hey how about we leave and go for a walk or something. I’ve got work at eight so we have some time to kill.’ ‘Oh what do you do?’ ‘I work for the government.’ ‘Really? A young guy like you? What branch?’ ‘I do odd jobs.’
That’s when the questions stopped. She was knew not to ask further. In a way his response was true. He did work odd jobs for a government, but not the muggle one. Arjen highly doubted this girl was a wizard. Regardless, Arjen stood up as Jessica proceeded past the table. She was five four. Arjen grabbed his jacket and walked out of the shop with her. There was a park relatively close to here and still in sight of the embassy. Arjen wanted to keep a close watch on it just in case something unexpected went down. He knew Scout wouldn’t be doing that, useless tramp.
They made their way to the park and Jessica was chatting her lid off. He couldn’t believe how much this girl talked and how rapidly she did it. It was like a storm of words and Arjen was becoming slightly annoyed. He liked his women to talk, but not nearly this much. They approached the green park and sat down on a bench. Immediately and much to Arjen’s pleasure she stopped. He scratched his head and looked at the Ministry.
‘What are you looking at?’ ‘See that building, with the men outside of it?’ ‘Yeah, what about it?’
Arjen shrugged and leaned back in the bench. Time to pretend he was listening. He knew her compliments of ‘your such a great listener’ would eventually get her in the sack. Which was Arjen’s goal. What? He was a twenty-three year old man who was going to be rich after tonight. There was no point in slowing down. Not now… and probably not ever. This would have to be his golden time. At least while he still had his pretty good looks. Then something went wrong. It was her words that made Arjen notice it.
‘Who wears all black on a day like this? What freaks. Oh no did they hear us?’ ‘Step back.’
Arjen stood up and looked at the three hooded figures approaching them. Jessica looked at Arjen and at least she stopped talking. Arjen looked at the figures as they soon formed a wedge. They for him. He wondered who sent them. At once the three drew wands and Arjen did the same. Jessica went to run, but Arjen held his hand out. They’d kill her if she moved. Arjen looked at them and they didn’t remove their hoods.
‘What do you want?’ ‘Jessica will you shut up? They want me.’
There was a laugh from the one in the lead. He said something like, ‘At least he’s smart.’ However his British accent was too heavy, even for Arjen to understand. At those words Arjen disarmed that wizard. He laughed wickedly loud and sent his two goons over towards Arjen. One was tall and lanky and the other was short and thin. Arjen would have little, if any trouble killing these people.
The two moved towards them quickly and Arjen did away with one of them with a fast killing curse. It was the lanky one that went down. Arjen looked at the other one and he shot the curse, but it was parried skillfully. He nodded slightly and looked over to Jessica, who was scared for her life. She had no idea what was happening. This wasn’t exactly what Arjen had in mind for getting to know her.
He watched out of the corner of his eyes as the second man began walked over to him. Arjen got two hex’s out after one another and the short thin one went to the ground. Her hood fell to reveal a woman. She looked oddly familiar. It wasn’t Scout, but he thought he knew her. His thoughts were side tracked when the other man sprinted towards Jessica. She got away from his weak grip and Arjen killed him via killing curse.
‘Arjen! What the hell is going on!’ ‘Sit down, I’ll talk to you in a second.’
He bent over the girl. Her arms expanded rapidly, but Arjen quickly countered his hex and her arms went back to their normal form. This girl was all to familiar. He went to school with her. What in god’s name was her name? Kendal. Kendal Bates. Wow, she had gotten attractive. Her skin got under control and the glasses and braces came off. What was she doing trying to kill him? Arjen sighed and decided he’d ask Scout about her. However letting her live would be a mistake, so out came his first knife. He’d polished and sharpened this bad boy. Kendal’s arm lifted to stop him and Arjen let out a grin. There was nothing like the kill. She screamed and Arjen’s arm went down. She was far to weak to stop him. Into the throat and deeper it went.
There was a gurgling sound and her eyes rolled up and Arjen removed his knife. How his white shirt didn’t get a mark on it was beyond him. He could care less and decided that his knife could stay there. Arjen had fourteen pairs of those knives. Plus it had his signature on it… he was far to cocky. He walked back to where he assumed Jessica was. She had taken off, without her shoes. Arjen sighed and threw the shoes into the field. He could go for a cigarette right now.
Oh, he was going to have to kill that fucking bitch.
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Post by Ed Taco on Mar 21, 2008 0:34:47 GMT -5
She finished the pack of cigarettes within the hour. Under extreme stress, Scout demolished smokes with frightening velocity. And oh Merlin, was she stressed.
It'd been easy enough to find Weimar. He had a public image, so he could hide away. And logic told her that, at this hour in the day, he'd be in the Ministry, lording over the Department of Mysteries like he so loved doing. So, with a silver tongue and a charming smile, she'd found herself in his office, waiting for him to come back from the Hall of Prophesy, smoking languidly and looking around his office in mild interest.
"Hello Arbner." She'd looked up with a grin, her feet kicked up on his desk. She released a cloud of smoke. "Weimar. It's been some time." "About six months. What do you want?"
Explaining hadn't taken a very long time. Neither had his 'no'. She'd pouted, asked why, blowing her hair out of her face. "Why not?" "We stopped using Heat. Too dangerous. The profits weren't worth it. Lost too many girls. The token I've got lined up won't touch it." "Well...shit." "Shit indeed. Why do you need this?" She paused. Weimar had a vested interest in Starkov, telling him could turn out poorly, but...fuck it. She lit up another cigarette, took a calming drag, and fleshed out the rest of the story. His eyebrows elevated, but otherwise, he did not change expressions in his fancy chair, in his nice robes, and in this opulent office. Frightening. She nervously smoked up a storm.
"Well, glad you told me. It would have been messy with two assassination attempts going on."
...wait, what? She paused, looking up at him. Was he serious? Holy shit, he was! She blinked a few times. "You were going to off him?" "We were. We collectively decided that it'd be most profitable to ingratiate ourselves into the Russian black market. Starkov has made that...difficult. Some, like Hank, want to fully move operations to the East. It's becoming too dangerous to properly operate here." "Who's we?" "The usual suspects." "Ah...what were you going to do?" "Trade secret. I like your method though. Very...fitting. That was how you killed Theo, wasn't it?"
She darkened, crushing her cigarette in hand. The last one, no less. Her teeth grit, and she was so tempted to just kill him now...She couldn't, but in this moment, she hated him, even after the protection he'd offered her, after his willingness to help...she could only see red.
"Yes. That was how I killed him." "Good. You know what you're doing then. Go see Robin and she'll clean you up. She'll take you to the Embassy at eight." She'd blinked, startled. "Um, don't you have anyone else–" "It's either this or I kill you here and now." "Hey, don't be hasty! I'll do it, Merlin's Beard..." "Go." "Thanks, Weimar." "Mmm."
In retrospect, he probably had that planned from the start. Weimar worked like that. Everything always fell into place for him. He was a most masterful spider. Robin had greeted her much more warmly. Scout had grinned weakly at the woman–older now, in her forties, but Merlin if she wasn't the most gorgeous woman she'd ever met. Weimar's wife still maintained a youthful, curvaceous figure, and owned whatever room she graced with her presence. Even with the marks of age beginning to show, she was still utterly commanding and beautiful. Too sophisticated to run shitholes like the Mermaid, but she did it with a smooth smile and good nature. Scout had always liked her. She was a bit like her own mum, really, except without the moral compass. That and her own mother would much prefer Scout to be dressed conservatively and would disapprove greatly if she knew what her daughter had gotten up to. Robin just delighted in the chance to pull Scout further into this pit of sin and vice.
Tomorrow, she'd go somewhere warm and meet a nice, boring man and leave this all behind. That was her protective mantra as she endured readying for the same kill all over again. She wanted a smoke, but was denied harshly. She felt almost physically ill. Gold. Escape. Freedom. You're doing this for all the right reasons.
Even so, as eight-o-clock rolled around, and the myriad of scars across her skin had been removed, the burns, the lacerations, the distortions, they were gone. Her hands felt foreign without their usual calluses, and her freckles were all but vanished. She pulled her gaze from the mirror, crossing her long legs as she waited impatiently from Weimar. It was going to be a bitch, slipping away to inform Arjen of the change in plan, but if she didn't, he'd probably kill her before she could get Starkov. The prat. She rolled the capsule about her tongue, tempted to bite down. But she had to wait. Damn it. Glaring down at her stupid heels, she tried to remind herself that this was right. This stupid skirt, halter top, all this was worth it. Sitting vapidly and smiling and seducing was worth it.
Convincing herself was becoming progressively more and more difficult. Christ, she wanted a cigarette. But, finally, Weimar arrived in ridiculously expensive robes and was busy speaking with Robin. Whatever. Rising to her feet, she'd stood sullenly. "Come along." Woof, she thought sardonically, quickly stepping to catch up, accepting a cloak from Robin with a weary smile. "Best of luck, Scout." "Thanks."
The apparation was performed smoothly, and she'd paused, looking about. She opened her mouth to speak, but Weimar beat her to it in that annoyingly perceptive way of his. "You have five minutes. Robin will arrive then and take you in." She blinked–he was how Hank knew, she realised suddenly. Weimar had leaked that. He wanted he to kill Hank too. She grinned a bit, pushing her loose hair out of a freckle-deprived face, scrunching her nose and examining the area. It was about ten past eight, she figured, and she had no idea where Arjen was skulking. Damn it.
"If I was an Asshat, where would I hide...?"
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Post by Jay on Mar 22, 2008 22:17:42 GMT -5
((Caution: A ton of fluff.))
She reappeared from a tree and approached Arjen on the bench. Her eyes were wide and she was trembling. She hadn’t seen anything like that before. Arjen had taken care of the bodies. It wasn’t to difficult to apperate to Canada and dump the bodies. He was there and back in five minutes. Arjen was use to dumping some bodies all over the world. After all muggle authorities had no idea how he could be in two places at once. The world was his for the taking.
‘I wanted… my sneakers.’ ‘Sure. Take them.’ ‘Arjen, what happened.’ ‘Well Jessica there’s a group of people out there who can perform magic. They’re called wizards-’ ‘Stop talking to me like I’m fucking retarded! There’s no such things as wizards.’ ‘Explain this- Accio shoe.’
He never understood how muggles faint at that point, but Jessica did. She fell right over the bench. Arjen checked her pockets for a cigarette. Then again she had too nice of a smile to smoke. Arjen sat her up straight. He dropped her left shoe next to her bare foot and Arjen sat back on the bench. Then she began to come to. She looked at him and put on her shoe. He shrugged.
‘Were they trying to kill you?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Your guess is as good as mine.’
She looked at him and shrugged. Arjen knew why and then figured she wasn’t going to do him any way. He reached for his wand, but opted against it. Arjen didn’t want to erase her memory. He sat back and watched the park and looked over to the embassy. No movement, there was something new. Arjen had a lot of time to kill and he was with a girl he really didn’t want to get to know further. She looked at him very confused, but the expression changed rather quickly.
‘Arjen… will you walk me home?’ ‘How far away do you live. I live over there.’ ‘Sure.’
He helped her to her feet and they walked in silence. Jessica looked like her head wasn’t screwed on tight enough. She was looking in every direction you could imagine. It came as a surprise when she didn’t do the Exorcist head turn. Arjen eventually got to her house, which was basically across the street from the embassy. She lived in a tiny apartment upstairs from the café he just ate at. It was on the third floor and was one of two rooms. He opened the door and expected her to leave him there, but she went for the homerun and pulled him into her apartment.
What followed was the most random experience of his life. It was sex that neither of them wanted, but both of them needed. Arjen left after two hours and the two made it clear that they were only going to be friends. He walked out on to the street and decided he’d have to take a trip down town. Being the lazy piece of shit Arjen is; he apperated there.
The wizarding community in down town London was among the poorest in the world. It was split up into three, basically warring, neighborhoods. The first was the strongest and biggest, it was the poor English wizards. Next was the Islamic-wizard neighborhood. They were a group of people Arjen hated more then anybody else in the world. He’s killed a lot of them and they are a group of people he doesn’t like to fight. The last neighborhood was the one with Eastern immigrants. This was made up of several blocks, each one diving deeper East. The Ukraine’s part was deep inside the Eastern neighborhood. There were a couple of shops, but the main attraction was the Gentlemen’s club.
The name was unknown to Arjen. He couldn’t read Cyrillic and couldn’t pronounce the name. Regardless, he had a hunch that Andrey was in here. In fact, this basically was Andrey’s place. After all he gets the women and runs the floor. Arjen dropped his hood as he walked in. Even during the middle of the day there were still people. Men sat around disgusting tables and watched fairly attractive girls dance around to some kind of Russian music. Then a man appeared from the back. It had been to fucking long.
The two shared an embrace. He offered Arjen the best Russian vodka they carried and he accepted. Arjen did need something to drink. The two got a pair of gorgeous women. In fact Andrey had said that they were prettiest. They carried back a very tall bottle of vodka and a bucket of nice. Andrey thanked them in his language. The two friends had taken two shots and then Arjen waived off another round. When Andrey asked why, he could only respond that he had work.
‘Tell me, comrade, how is it?’ ‘Well it’s certainly gotten better from the last time we talked.’ ‘Andrey what happened to your shop down Knockturn Alley?’ ‘That piece of shit? I closed it down a year ago. Why do you ask?’ ‘Somebody made a polyjuice potion and posed as you they tried to kill me.’ ‘Who would be that stupid.’ ‘Hank-’ ‘I always hated that piece of shit. Why hasn’t the Ministry sent you to kill him?’ ‘I’m not sure. I killed of Saint-Clair last night.’ ‘Good. You’ve heard that fucker Starkov’s in town.’ ‘I have, but that’s not why I’m here.’ ‘Then tell me, comrade, why have you come.’ ‘Get your hand off of your fucking wand. I wouldn’t kill you.’ ‘You’ve built up quite a reputation.’
Arjen laughed at this and Andrey became less tensed. He originally wanted to find out who and what Babel did. That fucking bitch he works with killed him, so right now he was checking on how he was doing. Arjen needed to make sure that his best contact was alright. In fact Andrey had moved out of the down town area and now lived in a pretty expensive apartment in mid town. It was good to see his friend doing alright. He glanced to watch and noticed he had six minutes to get over to the embassy. So, with a simple good bye he was off.
It was a pretty dreary looking evening. He had apperated somewhere near the park and the embassy was still in sight. Arjen saw no signs of Scout and assumed that she was being herself, late. He dug his hands deep into his pockets as he made his way over towards the embassy. Arjen looked around and saw a bench. He sat down and kicked his legs back. His eyes wandered to the third floor apartment where he had spent a portion of the afternoon. He leaned his head back and then saw what appeared to be Scout, but looking good. Arjen stood up and walked over to her. Almost instantly his content mood went to pissed off. The girl just gave off a mean energy.
‘I knew there was a woman inside that body. Now here’s the question, why?’
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Post by Ed Taco on Apr 5, 2008 12:57:38 GMT -5
[[Aha! Take that, Writer's Block and work! Should be able to post more often now!]]
Scout twisted her lips into an annoyed pout. Stupid Asshat, she was here, where the smeg was he?! Folding her arms as nerves and frustration set in, she jumped at the sound of his voice. She wheeled, nearly toppling over in her heels, hand going for where he wand usually was. No dice. Oh, right. It's in the small of her back. She needed to get rid of it for this anyways. She loathed the fight of going unarmed, but she'd probably have her neck snapped if it was found on her person–which it would be. She wasn't exactly leaving much to the imagination. She crossed her arms over her chest. She'd never enjoyed dolling up–perhaps it was that tomboy streak. She'd much rather be covered in soot and building plastic explosives, or in grease and mucking around in her dad's garage. Hell, even blood and sweat when fighting Atticus was preferable to this shit.
"Not even a 'hello, nice seeing you again'," she bemoaned lightly. She rolled the innocuous little capsule about her tongue. Not yet. Scout shifted her weight (more so she wouldn't topple–she'd always been clumsy enough without being elevated three inches on the air on stiletto heels). "And because Weimar is a manipulative little shit. It was either this or...wait, no, I didn't really get a choice. His original token is weak and won't take Heat. Plus, they were going to kill him anyways so," She shrugged her shoulders lightly. Glaring down at her shoes, she felt horribly, horribly tense. Ugh, last time had only worked because she had Theo's trust and affection beforehand. Doubt decided to creep in and she fidgeted. WHEE NERVES.
She was liking her bright idea less and less. Damn, she'd thought it would have been possible to shove the yucky part on someone else. Stupid Arjen for having a Y chromosome! =[ We're just going to blame you now. Not that it's helping much. "Oh!" She slipped her wand out from the back of her shirt, turning it in hand and offering it to him, handle first. She bit her lip. "I w-won't be able to take it with me. Please don't break it."
After all, she's supposed to trust him tonight, right? And, regarding her wand, she didn't have much of a choice. News had come by that the building she lived in had mysteriously burned to the ground some time this morning. Go figure. All of her material possessions (few as they were), were now gone. Thankfully, she'd sent Zaphod off with Uncle Fred and Aunt Marion. She'd send her dad and mum and her brother's family off as soon as she finished up here tonight. If she was coherent enough or not dead, anyways.
She jumped at a crack!, wobbling a little, looking up to see Madame Robin. Looks like time was up. She blew her hair out of her eyes, waving to the elder woman, who seemed rather amused. "Mister Robben. We've not seen you round the Blushing Mermaid recently," she remarked in a sardonic voice that was all cigarette smoke and mockery. "Are you ready, Scout?" She pouted, and breathed in deep, trying to calm herself. Right. Entirely capable of doing this. Without dying, no less. "I...think so. Seeya Cap'n," she waved slightly and ducked on past, stumbling slightly before she caught her stride and fell into step behind Robin. She glanced over her shoulder, shooting a cheshire grin, before she slipped into the opulent Embassy.
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Post by Jay on Apr 6, 2008 17:02:25 GMT -5
((It's pouring here, so I wrote a reply to your post. =D))
His eyes looked Scout up and down again. He shook his head and then leaned against a lamp post as she went over what was going on tonight. Typical Weimer, what an ass. That fucking bastard. Arjen had always wanted to kill him, but even the Birds of Prey knew he was to powerful. Dirk and Arjen could never kill him. One, because he was to powerful and two he was far to much of an asset to the Ministry. Weimer, however, would have his day. Arjen knew he’d eventually have a chance at killing him. He had a funny feeling that Weimer would fuck up somewhere along the line.
‘Fuck Weimer. He’s a bastard… what a prick.’
When his eyes glanced back to Scout she had swallowed the heat. Almost instantly. It was already settling her. He watched as the effects began to take effect. Arjen had a funny feeling he’d have to catch her in case she fell. He inched a little bit closer in case. It not be good to have the token unconscious on the ground minutes before she was getting the pay day. Arjen almost jumped when he heard a pop.
His wand was drawn, but it was… Robin? What the hell, oh yeah Scout knew her. Arjen wasn’t exactly thrilled to see her. She always found a way to seduce Arjen and take a good deal of money from him. It was always like that at the Blushing Mermaid. He sighed and wanted to avoid her at basically all costs. If she did it with this money, he’d probably kill her. When she spoke to him Arjen nodded.
‘You need to get some new girls. I’ll be back.’
He quirked an eyebrow when she handed him her wand. Since when did she trust him? Wait, that would be the heat. Arjen put away. He would not break this because if he did the two would kill each other. That’s just how it would end up. Her trust would be completely shattered. Arjen wouldn’t be able to depend on her either. They’d eventually kill each other over something dumb. Arjen shook his head and secured Scout’s wand.
Into the embassy they went. Arjen sighed and fiddled around in his pockets. Out came a cigar. Andrey wouldn’t see him off without some kind of token of friendship. Arjen decided it would be best to clear the premises. He walked over to the corner of the busy London road. After lit the cigar and took a few puffs he looked back over to the embassy. Scout could handle this. He hoped.
There was one last puff before he saw two very conspicuous men walking over towards the embassy. They were average size. Both had cloaks on and were walking directly towards the embassy. Oh shit. Arjen took off into a sprint. One of the men stopped and drew his wand. As he was getting closer he knew they were Weimer’s men. That fucking bastard. Arjen dodged the first hex. They were probably instructed not to kill him. That wouldn’t change Arjen’s course of action.
Arjen drew his wand and fired off a pretty well aimed killing curse. However, the man at the door blocked the curse. He proceeded inside. Arjen fired a disarming spell, but it was countered with another hex. He was getting annoyed. Arjen began into a killing curse, but he was disarmed. Son of a bitch. The other man smiled, but little did he know Arjen had another wand waiting.
Arjen’s killing curse nailed him straight in the chest. The man flew backwards and Arjen went to retrieve his wand. Once it was back in his possession, he put away Scout’s wand and raced inside. Greeting him were two dead bodies. Arjen shook his head and continued down the hall, wand drawn. He moved silently and saw a couple flashes of light. His heart nearly dropped. If that was Scout it was all over. However, Arjen knew the plans to the embassy and the master bedroom was on the second floor.
Out the room walked a rather familiar figure. About Arjen’s height, about Arjen’s weight. He had a shaved head. On his neck was a tattoo in Spanish. His eyes were very dark, and his skin tone was the same way. His face the same loss for life that Arjen’s did. Yes, these men were very similar. Besides their physical appearance, they both had a blood lust that was incomparable to anything in the world.
‘Vasquez, get the fuck out of here before I end your pathetic life.’ ‘I never liked you Robben.’ ‘I feel the same way, but you better get you Spanish ass out of here, I will gut you. I believe I owe it to you. After all, I let you by in Manchester.’ ‘No you prick, I got away from that asinine partner of yours.’ ‘Fuck you.’ ‘Now I’m here to kill the other one, and Starkov. Rumor has it, if you kill Starkov, you will get a good deal of money. Is that true.’ ‘What that weaseling faggot Weimer offering your pathetic Spick ass?’ ‘More then your worth.’
Arjen and Vasquez went at it right there. Hatred fueled their killing curses. Vasquez and Arjen have had a long history. They never worked together, but Vasquez was often put on the same hit as Arjen. The two had always hated each other. There was no fixing this one. They were to Alpha males and there was only room for one on this shitty island.
Another set of green lights filed the air. It was far to even. Skill wise they were equal in just about every regard. They learned from the same teacher and it showed. The two placed their curses at the same spot and parried them in the same way. They even tried the same disarming spell a few times. This battle was going nowhere, until somebody stepped in.
Vasquez had incredible hearing, when he spun a killing curse came out. Arjen blocked it from hitting Robin, barely. It scrapped her arm and was leaving a nasty gash. Out of his pocket came Arjen’s oversized throwing knife. He’d have fun with this. Into Vasquez’s hand it went and Arjen muffled the sound of his scream with a muting charm. He smiled the entire way and looked at Robin.
‘I owe you one.’ ‘For the all times you seduced me, I should have let you die. Plus that man belonged to that prick you have for a husband.’ ‘Fuck you Arjen.’ ‘Leave, this is going to get ugly.’
She didn’t listen and Arjen removed his knife from Vasquez’s hand. His wand, which was laying three feet from him came into his hand, but Arjen snatched it out and broke it over his head. Vasquez looked at him. Arjen cut his cloak and then stood up. He wasn’t going to disgrace this man. Javier Vasquez was an assassin, like himself. Arjen turned and fired a killing curse directly into his forehead. So much for honor. Robin looked at him and Arjen shook his head.
‘How’s she doing?’ ‘She hates you my dear.’ ‘That doesn’t fucking matter.’ ‘She’s fine… I hope.’
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Post by Ed Taco on May 4, 2008 22:53:05 GMT -5
[[Nothing excuses my delay, and I apologise profusely =[ After this week is out, I should be able to post frequently! Life is just being a total bitch right now Would write more, but must be up early tomorrow! Will probably flashback for next post or some shit. ...yeah! =D!
God my writing is rusty.]]
Waiting was the worst part of any job–whether you were relieving someone of some valuable cargo or going in for a kill, the fact remained that waiting for the action to start sucked. Scout sat in a small ante-chamber, fiddling with the hem of her skirt, doing just that. Waiting. She couldn't hear outside–muffling charms, she figured. Seems they didn't trust her with whatever business was being conducted. And for good reason, she mused. She'd sold trade secrets before, after all. But...ugh. For all she knew, they were plotting against her in there.
That's the Heat talking, Scout. Remember, you're not even a blip on the radar. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she tried to calm herself. The second pill remained hidden in her fake filling, ready. She'd take it soon enough, she mused, and squirmed uncomfortably. Goddamn bench, hard as all shit. Being hypersensitive to every sensation was so overrated. Great for sex, not so much for sitting around and doing nothing. Chest fluttering, she tensed as the door swung open abruptly. She looked up, hair falling into her face, wishing now more than ever that she hadn't proposed this bright idea. War was looking to be a much brighter alternative. Damn our moral compass, damn our inability to just let innocent people die. It would make her life so much easier.
"Hullo Hank," she gritted out, looking up at a faintly-surprised wizard. He smiled tightly–one of those, 'oh for fucks sake, you again' expressions that she had grown rather accustomed to as of late. Her knuckles went white as she gripped the outrageously painful bench. "Scout. I assume you know the plan, then." "No, Weimar just decided to doll me up and shove me in a closet. I've no idea what's going on." "..." "Can we get this over with? Time is money." "Let's." She needed no other words. Rising to her feet, she pushed past, surprisingly steady as she walked. She was still in control–when the accelerant went down with the second dose, then she'd be a walking death sentence (and, with any luck, she'd forget this entire night).
She'd paused at a staircase–there was magic, heavy on the air. Curses. A duel, and she'd turned, before Hank grasped her arm to pull her along. ...don't tell me Asshat's screwing up, flashed through her mind as she ascended the staircase, pushing the fake filling back with her tongue. Two small capsules dropped onto her tongue, which she rolled to her teeth. A simple bite, swallow, and–she staggered visibly, gripping the banister, eyes shut tight. Control yourself. Hank looked back at her impassively as she took a shuddering breath, and stood tall again, taking admittedly careful steps. It hurt like a bitch, but she could feel her mind slowly turning gloriously blank. By the time she'd been deposited an told to wait, she almost couldn't care about what was to come. She'd simply seated herself in a nice chair at a very nice desk, and contented herself to examine the opulence with which the Embassy was willing to shower this crazy Russian with.
She felt almost giddy, really. Heh, there was nothing like the rush of an upcoming kill. Or was that the Heat talking?
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Post by Jay on May 9, 2008 22:47:25 GMT -5
(Shit reply. Been over a month since I've written Arjen... or this plot. No big deal, though. I'm just happy that this story is still continuing.)
Robin and Arjen looked at each other. There weren’t going to be any more words between the two, he knew that. Vasquez’s body was sprawled out on the floor. It seemed that both Arjen and Robin’s eyes moved to it at the same time. His body just laid there and Arjen then decided it would best to dispose of it. He levitated it into another room. Starkov probably had another couple of goons, but none that could give Arjen any harm.
There were footsteps at the top of the stairs. One pair was steady and the other pair shaky. It was Scout and another person. Arjen hadn’t seen anybody, but decided that it would be best for Robin and himself to take cover. The two ducked into a room. It was very dark, but since the hallway was bright he could see the two moving through the hallway. Hank had put something over his forehead. Arjen wondered how his mark looked on his forehead.
He laughed to himself. Robin eyed him funny. Arjen shook her off. He reached for the light switch and flicked it on. Arjen wasn’t sure why it had electricity, but it did. He looked around the bland room and took a seat on the couch. The room was only a sitting room, but it was still rather nice. Arjen scratched his head and watched as one of Starkov’s goons walked by. He didn’t look into the room.
‘Do you have something to smoke, Robin?’ ‘Yeah, I’ve got a pack of cigarettes.’ ‘Let’s go outside and have a smoke.’ ‘Sounds good.’
The two stood up and slowly left the embassy. There was nobody around and the two just strolled out the front door. They began walking over to the corner. London was alive right now. The muggles moved its streets with no end. This city was always active. Especially in this area. He loved London and was already pumped at the action he got here. Arjen had made and lost a fortune in London. Hopefully Scout was earning him a fortune.
Robin handed him a cigarette and Arjen proceeded to light it. He took a long drag and looked at Robin. Even after all of these years, she still looked good. No matter how good she looked, there was still worry on her face. He took a few more drags before flicking it into the busy London street. Robin continued to take long, nervous drags. Arjen sighed and looked at her.
‘She’s fine. She knows how to handle herself.’ ‘Not with heat.’ ‘She’ll be fine.’
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Post by Ed Taco on May 18, 2008 2:11:46 GMT -5
She touched her neck lightly, glancing at herself in the mirror. Already, the marks were changing colour. They'd bruise and smart and make breathing a bitch, but she could hardly bring herself to care. You are alive and you are free, you should run, run upwards as high as you can, because at this moment, all you want to feel is the freefall, that terror in the adrenaline rush. You have to validate this existence, prove that you can feel the strongest sensations and emotions known to man, in this moment you are ALIVE–
The sheets cut against her skin painfully–but then again, everything hurt right now. Fire coursed through her veins as she looked down at a rather dead body, eyes glazed over. She saw, but could not process, and even as her mind ran through it, she still couldn't understand. He'd caught on, by the end of it, but by that time she locked her ankles and had merely done her best to wait it out. She remembered her cloak–where was it?–that had been last to go, and those god damn fuck-me heels, one had nearly twisted her ankle, how the hell–You were doing that stupid coy laugh again, it works too fucking well, you should save that for the women who are trying to win a man, not kill him–
Fucking Merlin Christ Shitting Hell, her head hurt. Hypersensitive, and with her chest fluttering painfully, she figured she needed to move–but for a moment, stay here and realise what you've done, this is the second fucking time, you should have learned by now, you can't make Theo go away by trying to replace that god damn night, you'll never forget it, but you will this one– Her legs shook as she swung them over, felt her feet touch a floor that was ice cold, burning the pads of her toes. She could not breathe for a moment. Her head swam. –hands on legs and pitching your voice low and flattery, stoking egos and teasing and offering and god damn, that hurt you son of a bitch, but we'll purr anyways because five hundred thousand galleons is on the line here, and there's real incentive this time, we won't regret this–
Scout wasn't sure if she could handle the feel of fabric on her skin–but she had to. Her brain fogged, it took her several minutes to figure it out, drape that cloak over her shoulders (and grit her teeth at the agony, woolen cloaks were cruel). With her heels dangling from one hand, she stumbled her way out into a hallway that was entirely too bright. Thoroughly unsurprised to be met by Hank (and bustled away quickly), she said nothing at the hand in her back as she weaved through the halls. Weimar...the dick. But she supposed she had to thank him as she stumbled and felt herself being supported, because as she turned and brought the sharp heels of her stilettos up and drove them through Hank's eyes, she knew that he'd given her this great opportunity.
Scout never thought much of killing. She didn't like it, but as she fell to the floor, pinning her former mentor down, thrashing, she couldn't really care, either. It'd happen sooner or later. She pushed all of her body weight on those god damn shoes, over and over, and the blood stained literal hands this time, no longer figurative, and this was the first real kill on her terms. –Exhilarating, they were right, there's nothing like this, the ultimate rush–
Her chest rose rapidly as she sat there, wiping her cheek clean. Her eyes were alight, and even as a bead of sweat broke on her brow, she couldn't help but feel utterly relieved. Rising to her feet, she swayed, pulling her shoes as she went. Weimar could deal with the mess, she mused as she slipped down the staircase, leaning heavily against the banister.
The fresh air stung impossibly harshly–she choked on a cough, desperately craving a cigarette. Her feet cringed at the feel of pavement, and her vision refused to focus. Merlin, she wanted to curl up in a hot bath and sleep and make the world disappear. She felt ill. Where the smeg was she? Scout found she couldn't bring herself to care. One step, two steps...keep your feet in a straight line. The straps of her shoes were slick in her hand, dangling from red fingers, covered in a blend blood and vitreous humour. Driiiip. Drrrriiiiiiiiip. Drip. Each sound was a cacophony against her ears, the busy sounds of the city blurring to a mere buzz. Fuck, she hated this shit. Her ankle wobbled a bit and she paused, looking down at her feet.
Wouldn't Theo be proud of you? Her knees hit the pavement, but she felt nothing. Oh fuck you.
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Post by Jay on Jun 24, 2008 22:11:15 GMT -5
Don't think for a second I forgot about this! I've had an insane month. My reply's coming shortly.
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Post by Ed Taco on Jun 26, 2008 2:28:06 GMT -5
It's all good. =] I understand completely, no worries!
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