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Post by Mordred on Oct 28, 2008 18:58:23 GMT -4
She drew in the last of the cigarette between her middle and ring finger before allowing it to fall to the ground where she crushed it with a heavy boot. She blew out the smoke, causing a haze over her features for a few moments. She was not a beautiful girl. In fact, she was rather plain. Her hair was darker than midnight, her skin was extremely pale, and her jade eyes appeared much to large for her round face. Her lips, which were full and perhaps one of her best features, were red from constant chewing and a little chapped from the licking. She wore some very interesting clothing. She wore a punk rock blue plaid skirt with black lace sewed along the bottom, an equally blue corseted top which hugged her many curves well, some ankle length leggings, a leather jacket, and the same opera gloves she always wore and large, black chunky boots. This outfit indicated her good mood, all though she may not have actually looked it. In fact, she hardly acted it.
She was leaning against a building. It was one of those large ones made of real brick and looked really old. The building was a restaurant. She had just had some coffee inside a few moments ago. She would be heading to a job in about half an hour. It was downtown some place. She was supposed to be finding proof of a murder that happened in some building. Like a dead body buried in a wall. And there was going to be TV people. She hated TV people. They were too nosy for their own damn good. She needed another smoke.
She dug in her leather jacket pocket and pulled out another cigarette from the box. It was cherry flavored. She hated it because they were disgustingly sweet. She only had them because some guy had left them at the bar and so were free. A cigarette was a cigarette after all. She pulled out a plain black disposable lighter and had to try a couple of times before it flamed. Someone had told her she would probably burn her gloves off, but she didn't care. She could always get new gloves. She tucked the light in her pocked before taking a drag from the nasty piece of heaven between her lips. Lord did she hated this flavor. But still, she smoked it.
Her deep, cold eyes watched passer-bys with little interest. She could tell what kind of people they were just from looking. She was a goody-goody who slept around with other women's husbands. He was cheating on her with her sister. Of course, these were just speculations. She would have to touch them to find out. And she didn't want to. She was content with thinking of them all as complete and utter dick heads.
Even when she wasn't blow smoke from her lungs she looked a bit like a dragon. A fine mist of warm air meeting cold made it's self occasionally evident with each and ever sigh. She groaned softly and finally pushed herself off of the wall. She walked down the side walk, her boots making a dull clumping noise with each step.
A man tried to hand her a flyer she took it, stared at it for a few moments, took the rest of them from his hands and threw them in the air. They all fluttered down, falling a few feet away and even in the street. The man made an indignant noise and Mordred merely flipped him off before continuing on her not so merry way.
She reached her destination in a run down park. It was an old bench and a hobo probably slept on it last night. She yawned and sat, not giving a damn. She reclined slightly and finished off her cigarette before flicking it away.
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Post by Tobias O’Connor on Oct 29, 2008 18:30:11 GMT -4
Tobias knew the street of nearly every city worth visiting in this country, not that that was many these days, and ever where seemed to require the words run down and abandoned lately. But then few people had an actual need to keep things clean and shiny in this day and age. The run down decrepit nature of England was now the way things were, no longer was there an empire or the pristine image the world seemed to keep flicking back to – it was now dark and gritty. A Fact which Tobias was much more preferable rather than the old idea’s of his small home town in the middle of no-where where people believe you should be married by 20 in a nice old fashioned church and have several kids straight after. The thought of that alone was enough to make Tobias visibly scrunch up his nose whilst he was unwrapping the still slightly hot burger he’d retrieved from his pocket. Also the fact the burger was the kind from a van – around 5% meat.
He took a bite, trying to ignore the taste. He’d completely forgotten about getting a decent meal and a burger van was the closest thing to him when his stomach gave him a nice reminder that is was in fact there and did require food at some point today. He was however torn between being happy and dismayed that one bite seemed to make half the burger disappear. He never understood the point of these mini burger, but it was enough to take the edge of his hunger. Travelling the city at night whilst your stomach is causing you pain was really a good idea. Especially for Tobias as he had a tendency to get himself into one scrap or another. Most of which he cause – but that’s not really the point here is it.
When he’d finished of the burger – which barely took a few more bites in point of fact – he actually started to pay more attention to the people around him. Same as normal. The mix of people who seemed to be comfortable in themselves, the few who did not want to be on the streets but had no choice and the ones who were obviously terrified out of their minds and trying desperately to stay in any patches of light. Those people where the ones who irritated Tobias the most. It might have just been years of travelling and looking out for himself but people who were constantly terrified were a bane on existence in his mind. Utterly 2d personalities who had no reason to be here.
He scouted the general area – looking for something interesting. Anything interesting in fact – it had been a very slow couple of weeks and he was starting to get tetchy. Before he realised it h noticed he’d walked into the vicinity of people who pass out flyers. Causing Tobias to revisit his idea of which people annoy him the most. Flyers for utterly pointless events Tobias had no want to go to and who the people probably handing out had no want to go to either being forced upon people as they pass. He shook his head before looking over the people, realising he was spending a great amount of the day stuck in his own mind. This time however – there was not a fly stuffed into his hand – they where chucked over his head. Tobias grunted angrily but couldn’t bring himself to lash out at the woman at fault – but then Tobias couldn’t blame her.
That little act had made her interesting. But then he was still annoyed at having things thrown at him. He closed in on the flyer man, his face draining of colour nearly instantaneously causing Tobias to sigh in resignation. “Too easy.” He raised his hands to either side of the man, before dropping them and moving away pretty quickly to follow the woman into an old park. He stopped a good few feet away leaving himself pretty much in shadows but he had a good view of her, she was small which was a change of the women from his home town, they where all over 5”5. He raised his hand in a small greeting, leaning on a fence casually.
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Mordred
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Post by Mordred on Oct 29, 2008 18:48:49 GMT -4
Mordred was smiling. Well, sort of. Mordred never smiled. It was more of a cold smirk. She was not the type of girl who smiled happily. She was loving the feeling of alone-ness in this place. Sure it was dangerous for such a petite lady to be there but she didn't care. She radiated a bad ass aura which kept most idiots away. She was just about to settle in a good mood when a movement caught her eyes.
She turned her head to glare at the offender. What sort of man had the audacity to wave at her like some sort of school kid? Well, a very good looking one. He was a fine height with a good bone structure. She hated him. She raised a hand, but instead of waving she held up her middle finger. "The hell do you want, loser?" she asked, her accent more cockney than traditional British. Her cold jade eyes never left his face. She wasn't the sort of chick who backed down, especially when approached be good looking weirdos.
She stuffed her hand back in her leather jacket. The air was quite crisp and the opera gloves only kept memories out, not the cold. She shivered. Lord how she hated the cold. It was so... cold!
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Post by Tobias O’Connor on Oct 29, 2008 19:06:06 GMT -4
Tobias laughed deeply, he had a very deep voice and it was something that resonated through his laugh. He tucked his hands into his pockets and moved a little closer, when he spoke his accent was very thick southern Irish, people from his hometown even said how he managed to turn the drawn of the southern Irish small towns into silk. But then he used this too make up for his lack of physical muscle. Although having a sweet accent and golden long hair wasn’t exactly great for being a teenager – when he got into his twenties however the things whilst held his teenage years back seemed to be a nice bonus.
“Not much really, just a little bored when a load of flyers landed on my head.” What he said may have seen sarcastic and snippy but he said it with somewhat of a smile on his face. Well at least the closest thing to a smile Tobias could manage. He pushed some of his hair from his face, just giving his hands something to do. His hair was as uncontrollable as ever, but he would never cut it to normal length.
He took a few seconds to study here, not really caring that it was probably rude – she had actually peaked his curiosity which was something new in itself. Such a thing hadn’t happened in at least a few months. “Most women don’t choose to loiter on park benches at night however… perhaps I’m just being a Good Samaritan and ensuring your safety.” The sarcasm lacing his voice was pretty much unmistakable that time.
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Mordred
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Post by Mordred on Oct 29, 2008 19:20:38 GMT -4
Mordred raised one of her finely arched eyebrows. She made a sound similar to "mmm" at his 'complaint' about flyers on his head. "Karma's a bitch." she stated blandly. Her pale jade eyes moving over the decrepit, sorry looking park.
If Mordred had been the type to blush, she would have. But being the cold ice-less ice queen she was she seemed to lack such an ability. His voice was absolutely.... lovely. And she hated him even more. She drew deeper into her leather jacket, yawning in a very un-lady like manner.
"A wolf protecting me from what? A pack of gorillas?" she inquired, snorting at the thought. "Thanks love, but the only protection I need comes in a cracker sized pouch." Of course, being as she was, she couldn't get pregnant and she couldn't get others pregnant.
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Post by Tobias O’Connor on Oct 29, 2008 19:33:51 GMT -4
Tobias moved to jump himself up to perch on the high fence. A move he didn’t particularly wish to struggle with it he decided to give himself a little helpful push with his power for around 5 seconds only, reducing gravity on just his body enough to make it look like a natural but very good jump into a sitting position.
“The world is filled with bad rude men.” He shrugged his shoulder casually whilst relaxing into a relatively comfortable position of the fence. Her blatant antagonistic attitude was him was actually keeping his interest, if she was doing what most women seemed to do... Trying to sweet talk him or hang of his arm he would of lost interest and moved on already.
“Albeit I’m probably one of the worst but that doesn’t exactly bother me in the slightest.” Tobias grinned whilst glancing around again. Although he knew this part of England well he was pretty much sure his reputation hadn’t reached here yet.
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Post by Mordred on Oct 29, 2008 19:47:54 GMT -4
Mordred groaned and allowed her head to fall back. What an egotistical idiot. "What do you want me to say?" She lifted her head, turned slightly to look at him and put on a cutesy, sweet, sympathetic face. "Oh you can't be that bad! Really, you don't look like a bad person. Let me trust you and get my ass raped!" Her face changed to it's normal, cold mask. She then snorted and went back to her original reclining position. "Yeah, right." She shook her head, her dark hair bouncing with the movement.
"Sorry love, the only thing I sell is help, but I don't sell miracles... cuz if you need help you need a hell of a lot of it." She crossed her legs at the ankles. Idiot. I'm in a bad mood now. Why can't he take a hint and go away? I'll have to go to work in a bit... I don't need this weirdo following me. The TV people will ask all sort of stupid questions. "This your boyfriend Ms Mordred? Are you getting married Ms Mordred?' Eh... she thought darkly.
She groaned softly as she began to imagine how this would be all over the news and she'd get all kinds of weird calls on her phone for confirmation. And her phone would break. And her life would be hell. It already was because of this guy. She wanted to bang her head against something.
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Post by Tobias O’Connor on Oct 29, 2008 19:58:18 GMT -4
Tobias laughed again, a little louder this time, leaning his head on his hands, still keeping a rather odd balance on the fence. But then he was very used to doing that, balancing on a fence is nothing after the first time you’ve walked up a wall – now that was a weird experience Tobias would never forget. “I have no interest in your trust or raping you for that matter.” His nose wrinkled slightly, “You are just very interesting.”
Her irritation was rolling off her in waves, it was obvious from her stance and her attitude let alone the way she was speaking. Women rarely every spoke to him in such a manner, men tried occasionally but not so much in Kerry. But then that was why he came to England – It’s only amusing for a few months when people run at the mention of you, after which Tobias missed the simple arguments and slow antagonizing of people. People had strange hobbies, making other people mad just happened to be his.
He tilted his head at the mention of selling help, as odd phrase if ever he did hear one. “So how do you sell help exactly?” His tone of voice was obvious he was utterly ignoring the face she was angry, he was speaking as if a friend. He wondered idly if it was her job or something. Not that Tobias would know anything about that, he had enough money to be sporting the flash clothes he was wearing but he’d never completed an honest day’s work in his life.
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Post by Mordred on Oct 29, 2008 20:10:31 GMT -4
She rummaged through her pocket. She needed a smoke, badly. This guy was pissing her off. She pulled out the packet to find she only had one left. She took it out and chucked the box some where in front of her with all the other garbage. She then pulled out a lighter and proceeded to, well, light the cig. Once this was done she replied. "I help people find their lost shit. Started out as toys and pets. Now I find lost kids for the government and parents and what not."
The cigarette calmed her down, but she would need another one eventually. So she stood, pausing to stamp out the cold from her body before moving to the gate entrance. "I'm a private investigator. And I've always found what I'm looking for." She looked down the street, in search of something like a convenience store. The cigarette rested between her red lips, stains from the lip stick on the butt. All her used cigs ended up with some sort of lipstick stain. She was always wearing some sort of strange color.
Mordred didn't look or even act like a private investigator. One images a strange guy wearing a suit and a trench coat who is at least a little sympathetic. Rather, Mordred was goth/punk rock, wore a leather jacket and disliked everyone. She hated the sniveling parents who begged her to find their kid alive. She hated the government agents who acted as if they owned the world. To Mordred it was just a job, nothing more nothing less. It was something she did well and could be paid for.
She started down the sidewalk in the direction she knew a convenience store to be. Hopefully that idiot wouldn't follow her. That would, well suck. Maybe she shouldn't have thrown those papers. Were the gods, not that there was such a thing, punishing her?
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Post by Tobias O’Connor on Oct 30, 2008 17:55:58 GMT -4
Tobias used what patients he had to ignore her smoking; it was not something he was a fan off. His intrigued of the women was over power his ability to get annoyed which was something weird in its self. Although private investigators where irritating to him, mind you as long as she had no interest in investigating him everything would be fine and dandy. Tobias didn’t want to be known; he liked being a random unknown stranger. Strangers got away with more things than the bloke that everybody knows could ever do.
She had a talent behind the job obviously, but then most people did. They had an amazing talent and they wasted it doing a job to get money to be a function in society. A pointless failing society that could not be saved by people wasting themselves on jobs. But then this was just Tobias’s pet peeve. He would never work – he had no need to.
“Well that sounds like fun; you seem utterly thrilled by it.” He leaned back, balancing his feet on the fence and turning his palms up in an open gesture. Tobias had expert balance, but then Tobias knew exactly where his centre of gravity lived within his body and he could move it where ever he wanted to.
“I’m Shi-ah by the way, that is in case you are wondering.” He smirked at her, knowing that she had no want to know his name but then that was Tobias, he could happily have a conversation with himself if the need came for it. Never had flyers falling on his head ended up being so entertaining.
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Post by Mordred on Oct 30, 2008 20:13:22 GMT -4
Modred paused. She was on the other side of the gate now so that his back faced her. "Like it? No, I hate it." She really did hate the job. "The only thing I like about it is the money." She hated people. They had deep, dark secrets. They pretended to be good people when that was hardly what they were. Humans were disgusting. This man was no different in her eyes.
When he gave his name she scoffed. "What the hell kind of name is Shi-ah?" She smirked. "That's can't really be your name, is it?" Well, it was what he wanted to be called. She hated her own name. After a few moments she said, "I'm Mordred."
The name was from Arthurian legend. Mordred was Arthur's son, from an incestuous relationship with his sister. It was prophosized that the boy would destroy Camelot. It was a name given to her in the forth grade and she loved it.
So now this ass knew her name. All he had to do was goggle it, with her profession, and he'd find her website, phone number, and also a bunch of other sites of newspapers where she had found some kid. They made her out to be a hero. She was just in it for the money. Private investigators got paid a lot.
Mordred checked her watch. Now there wasn't enough time to buy cigarettes. "Damn..." She mumbled. "I gotta go to work. So go away... or something." She waved her hands at him as if he were some sort of dog. She actually picked up a stick and chucked it. "Shoo, go fetch." She started down the side walk, hoping against all hope that he would go get the stick.
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Post by Tobias O’Connor on Oct 31, 2008 3:24:16 GMT -4
Tobias barely moved from his seat, he wasn’t one for chasing people down and he had a voice that was loud enough for her to hear for a good few feet in front of her. He did toy with the idea of shifting the gravity around in front of her so it would be extremely difficult to move on forward but he thought it would be best to leave that out of the mix for now.
“Nice name you have, and mine is what I’m called.” He shrugged using the same gesture as before, “Most people’s names change slightly as they grow older, and few use the exact that was given.”
She was a good few feet from him when the stick clattered to the ground at the side of him. He looked at it for a few seconds before idly increasing the gravity above the stick, within a few seconds it was crushed to dust. Tobias smirked lightly before raising his voice a little so she could still hear him clearly.
“Why do something you hate?” he asked with his head tilted slightly, his hair covering a little bit of the side of his face. “There are other ways to get money.” There was a blatant smile in his voice, but then Tobias loved not to work. “And everyone bunks off.”
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Post by Mordred on Oct 31, 2008 21:21:30 GMT -4
Mordred paused walking to turn around and look at him. It took her a moment to think of her answer. She moved closer. "It's the only thing I'd be good at." She stated. Then a huge smirk appeared on her face, giving her a slightly evil look. "Besides, the money is amazing... I might as well used this blasted curse for something." She tilted her chin up to get a better look at his face. "Would you like to see what I can do?"
She never really kept her powers hidden. They were a part of her job and people merely thought she was a psychic rather than deformed.... or more deformed than she already was. It was hell being neither sex. A 'gal' couldn't get a proper fuck.
"Give me an object. Anything. But I suppose something you own would work best, because then you could confirm it." She began pulling off an opera glove. She tucked it in her leather jacket pocket. She held out her bare hand, awaiting the object for inspection to be set in it.
She wondered what he would have to say about it. Most people thought it was awesome. It was a power she had that people didn't think she was a freak for. It was like seeing ghosts or something.
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Post by Tobias O’Connor on Nov 1, 2008 4:42:53 GMT -4
Tobias grinned, he was quite happy he had at least turned her around. She was tricky and posed a nice challenge even for a mere conversation. Usually he was telling people to get lost when they bothered him, following him around for a chat. It was interesting to be on the other side.
He mused on her request for a few moments, an object… well that’s not how many PI’s work. A little voice in the back of his mind brought down the possibility she might have a power, or she might be crazy. One or the other. Al though he wasn’t overly sure on what to give her, if she was crazy nothing would come of it, if she had a gift he may lose his anonymity.
Tobias decided an internal debate was not worth having, people would know him eventually, he zipped down his jacket to access the pocket on the inside. He’d gone out without a shirt today – hence why he was wearing a jacket zipped up which he never did. Saying his chest was bare though would be odd as it was covered in Celtic designs and thick black curved lines, visible under them was a mass of scars.
He pulled out a metal chain with a pendent on the end, it was a simple silver cross. He wasn’t a catholic, even when he was stuck in Ireland with his very catholic family he couldn’t bear to call himself it, but it was the only thing he’d had on him for a sustained period, he’d also had it stolen from him once and he had killed the man using his gift. It was the first life he’d ended. He wasn't sure why he'd wanted it back so badly, but he;d carried it around with him every day since.
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Post by Mordred on Nov 1, 2008 23:50:19 GMT -4
Mordred frowned when he saw his tattooed chest. She had to admit it was a very sexy chest and so hated the man for it. But the tattoos intrigued her more. She had one of her own, a pair of black angel wings. These meant something to her so she wondered if the tattoos meant something to him. She reached out her slim, pale hand and took the object. It was something rather strange to her eyes, but to each their own. She closed her eyes as soon as the object touched her palm.
She seemed to have frozen. She didn't even breathe, though her body did not turn blue from this fact. She seemed to be suspended in time, when she was tracing back, being forced to see every memory hanging onto that chain.
First she saw the original maker. He was a rather boring man and the memories flew by fast. Then there were other owners and finally the man she was looking for. She found the memories from the time he had first gotten the object until this very moment. It had changed hands on the way. She decided to pick that particular memory.
A whole two minutes had gone by. She opened her pale jade eyes and took her first breath in two minutes. She handed to object back and pulled on her glove. "You lost it once, that pendant. To a man called Kelson. He was a drug addict who was desperate for money and wanted to pawn the silver for money to buy drugs. Unfortunately for him you found him and he was reduced to a pile of squish. He reeked of nervousness and fear. The metal still has it. It is the best instrument for channeling emotions. That man's brain was gone a ways. I think you did the ass hole a favor." She yawned, covering her mouth with her freshly gloved hand. "Also... It seems you have a desperate need to push boundaries. I mean, just looking at you a gal can tell. But, you have some very strange memories and a very violent past. Mister O'Conner." She smirked.
"So, as you can see, that is the only job I could ever be any good at... except maybe a stripper... or whore. You don't need a good personality for those jobs." She shook her head.
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