{D0LL} x {Sezumie} RP

07-01-2010, 04:42 AM

The only people who are allowed to roleplay in this thread are
D0LL & Sezumie

No one else is allowed to post. Thank you.

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John Barker, clad entirely in black, gaited swiftly down the narrow cobblestone path. It was well past midnight, a dangerous hour to be taking a stroll through the zigzagging streets of the city’s slums, although this was hardly the reason he was in such a rush. Being born and raised in these parts himself, he felt confident in his abilities to evade the pickpockets and drunks that infested the area. No, the real reason for his urgency was due to the fact that he had to meet the Boss and he would hate to lose a hand due to tardiness. He could not even imagine how hard it would be to survive in his line of profession one-handed.

Spotting his destination, a seedy pub known as the Drunken Cat, he rounded the corner and approached the back door. After knocking three times on the wood-and-iron door, a slot slid open and a pair of muddy brown eyes peaked through. The eyes peered at John for a few seconds, then the slot closed, and the door open.

“Yer late,” growled the doorkeeper, a burly, rugged man shaped more like a gorilla then a human, as John passed through. John shrugged. He was too captivated by the appealing smell of the not-so-appealing looking stew that bubbled pleasantly on the stove. He eyed the brown, goopy concoction and his stomach growled, a reminder that he had not had a bite to eat since mid-morning. The brew looked to be mainly made up of grease with a few rotten vegetables floating on top as a half-baked attempt to add flavor. If John had not grown up as an urchin, eating whatever bits of nourishment he could find, he would have found the stew to look absolutely inedible. Thankfully, when it came to food “picky” was not a word in his vocabulary.

First I need to talk to Boss, then food, John reminded himself, forcing himself back into reality. He exited the kitchen and sauntered down the adjacent hall. He paused when he reached the door and inhaled to calm his nerves. For some reason he had always found Boss to be an unsettling person. It was true that he was a loner and always felt most comfortable when in seclusion, but instead of feeling only slightly uncomfortable as he did when he was with others he felt uneasiness, almost anxiety, when facing Boss. There was no basis surrounding his feelings but…

“Are you coming in or not?” asked a voice through the door, almost inaudible, causing John’s heart to jump in his chest. It was Boss. How had he known he was there? John glanced at the floor and noticed the long strips of shadows, produced by a lantern that was strategically hanged on the ceiling behind him, that cascaded from his feet into the crack under the door. It was obvious that the shadows were visible on the other side of the door and Boss had been quick to notice them. Clever.

John twisted the knob and entered the room.

“Close the door behind you,” Boss ordered. John obeyed. As he turned, John examined Boss’s room. It had only been a few days or so since he had last been inside this room, but its contrast compared to rest of the tavern always left John in awe. Although the room itself was nothing special, the décor of the room was elegant and ornate. An oriental rug, rich in colors of red and gold, took up the majority of the floor. Upon it rested a well-crafted mahogany desk and behind the desk sat Boss on a deep green leather armchair.

Boss peered at John for a few moments before gesturing to a chair that sat across the table from him. Unlike the chair Boss himself occupied, this chair, made of polished oak, looked to have been designed with discomfort in mind. “Sit.” John sat.

Boss leaned back in his chair and sighed. “Now lad, what’s this about you killing some girl?”