THE DEAL
(incomplete)
~MYRIAD~
** He was bundled up like an Eskimo, and it wasn't even that cold
outside. His hands assuredly tucked into his pockets, and his
pale face practically shrouded by a hood. Many people, including
himself, were asking why he was out when he felt absolute shit .
Well the truth of the matter was it was guilt. If he had been
more aware at the Faire, or even not have been so eager to go
Sonic would have been perfectly okay. And for this he was out on
the street, looking for someone he only met once. He wasn 't even
sure how to find the guy, but where he saw him the first time. He
wasn't sure if he could trust the man either. But desperate times
call for desperate drugs. He coughed a few more times, looking
around the plaza where the infamous Patch hung around. He had a
few things to ask the guy anyway. The street-lights were casting
orange hues over the wet asphalt. Sneezing audibly, very audibly,
before saying . ** duuuuude. . .** The word extending to 16
syllables** It's too fuckin'cold!!!! **He shuddered a bit,
sniffling hearing a person move up somewhere behind him. Now Mark
does not have super abilities, but he was after all Unnatural,
and in his current sick headached state he could have heard a
mouse digest cheese. He didn 't turn around, figuring if it was
GUARD they could kill him, if it wasn't GUARD, they could kill
him anyway.
~PATCH~
~*~ Funny man. Funny circumstances. The prick had nerve to wander
to his turf, and then complain about the weather. Well it was not
a rational excuse to kick someone's ass, but it still was an
EXCUSE. Tilting his head he watched in silence, finally when the
man seemed totally oblivious he lurked from his perch. As silent
as a shadow he crept between the dark patches of street. Moving
his blade out with expert proficiency. Slipping along side the
guy tapping his shoulder near politely, switchblade already
poised to attack. ~*~ Sup prick? S'about to get a lot colder,
gimme your leather jacket now. ~*~ His voice was calm. The guy
didn't even raise his hands, instead he sneezed and turned
around. This startled Patch and he took a small step back. He was
smart, if this fucker had a gun his knife wouldn't mean jack. He
looked to the man's hands, and then to the man. His face turning
to a scowl. ~*~ Turn right back around asshole, unless you would
like a tracheotomy, free of charge. ~*~ Trusting the man around
sliding his knife over the man's throat. Patch had hands so
steady surgeons would envy them. ~*~ Now give it to me real slow
pretty boy.
~MYRIAD~
** Mark blinked at the voice, and sighed. He wasn't about to move
his hands from their warm pockets, or give up his flippin'jacket.
So instead he turned around, silent, blinking as he recognized
Patch. He almost said something before the youth spun him back
around, Mark then put his hands somewhere in the air and rolled
his eyes. ** Dude if that isn't the lamest thing I've heard, you
could totally like have a new line. ** He didn't worry about the
knife at this throat. Instead he started to take off his jacket
really slow. Any other time he would have flipped out about a
knife, but he was so to the point of not giving a shit, that his
ancestors were gonna feel constipated. ** Dude Patch, you pig
fucker, it's like me, you met me at that place that one time you
know, with Rocky? Anyway I was looking for you I have a favor . .
** He took the jacket off as slowly as he could. He felt the
knife suddenly release his throat, to only be spun around again.
Near sheer loathing in his eyes as he mentioned Rocky.. the knife
now pressing harder on his throat.* * What? ** Mark offered very
very confused. **
~PATCH~
~*~ Mark had said the magical words, but the wrong ones. Patch
blinked and spun the man around, his blade slipping over the
jugular. ~*~ One flick of my wrist mother fucker and you are
dead. ~*~ He slipped his hands over the kid, his eyes focused
with sheer fury. Checking for wires, checking for anything. There
had been too many busts lately. And Patch, as insane as he was
NEVER liked strangers knowing him, or his close personal friends.
After he was mildly convinced he was clean he put away the blade.
Snagging the pack of smokes that he found in Mark's pocket. Then
took his hands grabbing the cum bubble by his jacket. Heaving the
thin man into the air with ease. Slamming him against a wall. ~*~
How the hell do you know Rocky? ~*~ Yeah he was a bit protective,
and she'd probably kick his ass for being such a 'softy'when it
came to her. But truth be known she was the only bitch who didn't
whore herself out, she had respect for herself. He liked that.
~*~ How the hell did you know where to find me, if this is a
fuckin'set up I'll rip your testicles our and make a nice
necklace outta them. ~*~ His smile wasn't one of anger or fury,
but nearly of delight. The kid stumbled out a shake of a head and
something about no cops. Tilting his head slightly, and allowing
the boy down, flicking a smoke out of the pack and lighting it in
a single move. Never, ever taking his eyes off Mark. ~*~ If you
knew Rocky or me at all you know we don't /do/ favors. . .
services on the other hand. . . we are quite proficient at. Five
hundred up front.
~MYRIAD~
**Mark choked and gasped about the cops, this guy had a wad up
his ass larger than Kevin. He blinked as the guy had his smokes,
enraged at this point. Then finally blinking. ** What? FIVE
HUNDRED? You don't even know what I want yet! ** Taking his
jacket and adjusting it the correct way. ** Dude gimme my smokes
back.. . .
~PATCH~
~*~ Patch looked at him raising a brow. He was a smart one, too
fuckin'smart. ~*~ I've failed to have gotten caught, my bail
first time and night is 300 hundred dick weed, any drugs or guns
will cost at least 200, easy for the guns, I don 't do kiddy
porn, or killing. . .often. ~*~ He rose a brow tossing one smoke
back to Mark. Saying then, a smile lit on his face. ~*~ And you
never answered my question. How the fuck does a pussy like you
know Rocky? ~*~