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Orrrr perhaps it was that Sylvi had an intended meeting in mind, and she was moving her ass to get there. When she came around a corner and saw a specific person ahead of her, about a block and a half, a wide, decidedly pleased smile curved Sylvi's lips and she lifted her arm over her head, waving. "Ooooh! You got out early!" And that was when she started to jog toward the walking form of Nacho, or as others may not recognize him, she started to run toward other people on the sidewalk, with her attention clearly leading by about a block and a half. Unless Nacho himself had been looking into the distance for her, he likely didn't even hear the blonde call him. | Orrrr perhaps it was that Sylvi had an intended meeting in mind, and she was moving her ass to get there. When she came around a corner and saw a specific person ahead of her, about a block and a half, a wide, decidedly pleased smile curved Sylvi's lips and she lifted her arm over her head, waving. "Ooooh! You got out early!" And that was when she started to jog toward the walking form of Nacho, or as others may not recognize him, she started to run toward other people on the sidewalk, with her attention clearly leading by about a block and a half. Unless Nacho himself had been looking into the distance for her, he likely didn't even hear the blonde call him. | ||
− | As for clothing, Sylvi was dressed in such a way that her assets were clearly demonstrated, if not from intention than from sheer necessity as clothes just weren't often cut to fit her loosely. She wore a set of shorts that stopped only a couple of | + | As for clothing, Sylvi was dressed in such a way that her assets were clearly demonstrated, if not from intention than from sheer necessity as clothes just weren't often cut to fit her loosely. She wore a set of shorts that stopped only a couple of inches lower than the curve of her ass at the hem and rested on her hips, the fabric looking soft and decidedly bright pink. For a top, she'd gone with a vivid orange tank top that looked to be close to the color of day-glo, but not quite, that left a good bit of cleavage showing along its scooped neckline and her arms free from the coverage of the ribbed fabric. From under the top the ties of a pale blue bikini could be seen tying around Sylvi's neck. For shoes, she'd pulled on a set of white Adidas with pale pink stripes and pink laces, and left her long legs bare of everything but the all-over, sun kissed tan that graced her skin. The long, thick drape of Sylvi's hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the back of her head and left to bounce down along her mid spine as she walked. |
− | From within the shambling masses, Isaac can be seen. Shuffling down the sidewalk with no obvious destination in mind. Keeping an eye out for those paying more attention to their phones than their surroundings, he looks quite tired and possibly doesn't really want to be outside. As a concession against the night time air, he's wearing a long black overcoat, his hands stuffed in the pockets and his shoulders hunched. A rather rumpled black turtle neck shirt can be seen under the jacket, that and his navy blue jeans and black boots certainly make him less | + | From within the shambling masses, Isaac can be seen. Shuffling down the sidewalk with no obvious destination in mind. Keeping an eye out for those paying more attention to their phones than their surroundings, he looks quite tired and possibly doesn't really want to be outside. As a concession against the night time air, he's wearing a long black overcoat, his hands stuffed in the pockets and his shoulders hunched. A rather rumpled black turtle neck shirt can be seen under the jacket, that and his navy blue jeans and black boots certainly make him less colorful than most of the tourists on the strip. |
Stopping when a pair of tourists block the sidewalk to take a selfie, Isaac bites back a less traditional greeting and simple steps into the road, stepping around them and carrying on with his meandering journey. Spotting a flash of orange ahead, Isaac squints and looks over, a smile crossing his face as he spots a familiar figure. "Should have brought my sun glasses." He says, musing to himself and having to swerve at the last moment as a lamp post jumps out of no where while his eyes are decidedly focused on something other than the road. | Stopping when a pair of tourists block the sidewalk to take a selfie, Isaac bites back a less traditional greeting and simple steps into the road, stepping around them and carrying on with his meandering journey. Spotting a flash of orange ahead, Isaac squints and looks over, a smile crossing his face as he spots a familiar figure. "Should have brought my sun glasses." He says, musing to himself and having to swerve at the last moment as a lamp post jumps out of no where while his eyes are decidedly focused on something other than the road. | ||
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− | Noah was dressed in jeans, steel-toed bike boots and a tan Under Armour compression shirt. On his back, was an olive nylon biker's pack with a steel cap hanging off a loop of 550 cord. His black | + | Noah was dressed in jeans, steel-toed bike boots and a tan Under Armour compression shirt. On his back, was an olive nylon biker's pack with a steel cap hanging off a loop of 550 cord. His black smudged hands were wringing a looped and frayed rubber belt as he strode down the sidewalk, muttering to himself about the advantage of chain over belt drives. Altering his course to take a line towards Isaac, he gave the man a nod as he neared. The edge of his mouth curled into a smirk, "You wouldn't happen to run an all-day parts store along side guns and survival, or know of one around here from a small business owners meeting? Because that would be really helpful about now." |
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− | "I uh....oh." Isaac leans forward and peers at the belt in Noah's hands. "Sadly no. I know of a bike shop slash garage slash thingie but I don't think they'd be open at this time of night. Are you stuck far away?" Patting his pockets, Isaac pulls out a phone. "Do you need to borrow a phone? I'm sorry man but I don't know many bikers in the area or anyone with a trailer for that matter." Crooking his head to one side, he waves a hand in greeting to Sylvi. "Oh my goodness, she was jogging as well. My poor bloody heart." Turning back to Noah, Isaac finds himself gazing down the strip. "I seem to recall you had | + | "I uh....oh." Isaac leans forward and peers at the belt in Noah's hands. "Sadly no. I know of a bike shop slash garage slash thingie but I don't think they'd be open at this time of night. Are you stuck far away?" Patting his pockets, Isaac pulls out a phone. "Do you need to borrow a phone? I'm sorry man but I don't know many bikers in the area or anyone with a trailer for that matter." Crooking his head to one side, he waves a hand in greeting to Sylvi. "Oh my goodness, she was jogging as well. My poor bloody heart." Turning back to Noah, Isaac finds himself gazing down the strip. "I seem to recall you had quite a nice bike. Will it be safe where is it? I'm really not doing much at the moment so I could give you a hand to push it if you like?" |
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− | Noah gave the belt another twist, his lips pressing into a tight line as he shook his head. "I was hoping for a Christmas miracle or something. Maybe a tour of Hell's Angels will pass by with a stare belt. What's the Hawaiian equivalent of them? Beach Wizards? Fuck if I know." He waved off the offer of a phone, "I'd be waiting a self-defense instructor with a 'Hey, remember me from the gun shop?', we want to come and fix my bike?" The man shook his head. "I'll just sleep in front of the office and pretend I came in early." He started to give Isaac a clap on the shoulder, pausing as he realized there was grease on it and settled for a 'white power' fist to increase the awkwardness. "It should be fine where it is, but thanks." | + | Noah gave the belt another twist, his lips pressing into a tight line as he shook his head. "I was hoping for a Christmas miracle or something. Maybe a tour of Hell's Angels will pass by with a stare belt. What's the Hawaiian equivalent of them? Beach Wizards? Fuck if I know." He waved off the offer of a phone, "I'd be waiting on a self-defense instructor with a 'Hey, remember me from the gun shop?', we want to come and fix my bike?" The man shook his head. "I'll just sleep in front of the office and pretend I came in early." He started to give Isaac a clap on the shoulder, pausing as he realized there was grease on it and settled for a 'white power' fist to increase the awkwardness. "It should be fine where it is, but thanks." |
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− | Noah glanced at Sylvi, then back to Isaac, blinked once and took a double take of approaching Sylvi as he spoke aloud to Isaac. "It's like high 70s, you'd be a madman to use a sleeping bag. I have my woobie, so it's all good, but I'll keep the police and their homeless policing." He gave Isaac the slightest shake of his head, "I got cash if it comes to a hotel, thanks for the offer though." Looking up to the sky, he whispered the words 'Thank you', then shook his head to stare down at the belt in his hands. The man blinked again when Sylvi pointed out the alleyway and he focused on it. "This is why I hate urban environments, | + | Noah glanced at Sylvi, then back to Isaac, blinked once and took a double take of approaching Sylvi as he spoke aloud to Isaac. "It's like high 70s, you'd be a madman to use a sleeping bag. I have my woobie, so it's all good, but I'll keep the police and their homeless policing in mind." He gave Isaac the slightest shake of his head, "I got cash if it comes to a hotel, thanks for the offer though." Looking up to the sky, he whispered the words 'Thank you', then shook his head to stare down at the belt in his hands. The man blinked again when Sylvi pointed out the alleyway and he focused on it. "This is why I hate urban environments, there's always some noise or something breaking, no peace really." He gestured to Isaac and Sylvi, and even looked in Nacho's direction, offering the man a polite nod. |
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− | Noah stood in place, his eyes trailing after the departing Sylvi. His head turned to Isaac with the default expression of 'Why does G-d place a higher than standard capa of these women on Oahu?' His expression grew incredulous, "A woobie. Poncho liners. It's the greatest invention the U.S. Army invented. Christ man, you sell them at your store, and you've never heard the term 'Woobie'? Think G.I. blankee." Shrugging a shoulder, his bottom lip pressed out. "I've shot my trash cans more than I'd like to admit, because of a family of mongooses that love MRE trash." Watching Sylvi go, Noah elected to stare at Nacho, arching a brow. "Man... Are you really letting your girlfriend charge blind into an alley?" He shook his head disapproving, and pointed to Sylvi with a bladed hand. "Like Dive always thought me, if your girl | + | Noah stood in place, his eyes trailing after the departing Sylvi. His head turned to Isaac with the default expression of 'Why does G-d place a higher than standard capa of these women on Oahu?' His expression grew incredulous, "A woobie. Poncho liners. It's the greatest invention the U.S. Army invented. Christ man, you sell them at your store, and you've never heard the term 'Woobie'? Think G.I. blankee." Shrugging a shoulder, his bottom lip pressed out. "I've shot my trash cans more than I'd like to admit, because of a family of mongooses that love MRE trash." Watching Sylvi go, Noah elected to stare at Nacho, arching a brow. "Man... Are you really letting your girlfriend charge blind into an alley?" He shook his head disapproving, and pointed to Sylvi with a bladed hand. "Like Dive always thought me, if your girl has fine ass, you stay one step behind it at all times so you have the only seat that matters." Noah let out a breathy chuckle, checking the street and heading towards the alley. |
− | From the alley, there was another sound of rubbish being spilled, and more telltale | + | From the alley, there was another sound of rubbish being spilled, and more telltale clinks of glass and tin hitting the ground. |
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− | Looking over his shoulder, Isaac grins at Noah. "I was taking the Michael. Woobie, blankie... you get it?" Chuckling to himself, Isaac turns his attention to the alleyway. The alleyway, the alleyway. Do not stare at glowing things. Taking a breath and giving himself a bit of a metaphysical shake, Isaac slows his pace as he follows Sylvi, his expression going from amused to concerned as his eyes start to pick out details. "Oh okay. Not a dog." Seeming to brighten a little, he cranes his head to get a better look. "but also not Cthulu. Yay." The last is said in quieter tones, Isaac glancing over to Sylvi and | + | Looking over his shoulder, Isaac grins at Noah. "I was taking the Michael. Woobie, blankie... you get it?" Chuckling to himself, Isaac turns his attention to the alleyway. The alleyway, the alleyway. Do not stare at glowing things. Taking a breath and giving himself a bit of a metaphysical shake, Isaac slows his pace as he follows Sylvi, his expression going from amused to concerned as his eyes start to pick out details. "Oh okay. Not a dog." Seeming to brighten a little, he cranes his head to get a better look. "but also not Cthulu. Yay." The last is said in quieter tones, Isaac glancing over to Sylvi and gesturing with a nod to the person with the trash can. "Not the oddest thing I've seen and I once opened a lemon party link." Clearing his throat, Isaac looks over to the figure. "Hey buddy, are you okay?" |
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− | The man at the back of the alley continued to make his pleased and happy slurping sounds with the opening on the garbage can held over his shoulders. "Help?" The word hissed and reverberating within the can in reply to Sylvi. "Are you police? If not, you could do me the | + | The man at the back of the alley continued to make his pleased and happy slurping sounds with the opening on the garbage can held over his shoulders. "Help?" The word hissed and reverberating within the can in reply to Sylvi. "Are you police? If not, you could do me the favor of leaving a window open at your residence..." The figure let out a raspy cackle, "Please leave a forwarding address though, else we'd both be wasting our time." The man was dressed in filthy and tattered clothes, inked from the drippings of multiple trash cans, his skin was a sickly pink and yellow with boils. He turn in place towards the mouth of the alley. "Help? No. No. I can reach just fine, thank you." |
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− | Isaac stops moving rather abruptly, not wanting to run into Sylvi or get any closer to the smell. "A dead guy? That's what I can smell. Oh man..." Isaac blinks and looks over the figure. "A window open? No, I don't think you'd like my place anyway, it's terribly cluttered." Taking his hands from his pockets, Isaac lets them hang by his sides, his posture tensing up a little. "Like she said man, you need to move on. A visit to a dermatologist or a bath probably wouldn't hurt either. Can I also recommend perhaps a 'you' day? Maybe | + | Isaac stops moving rather abruptly, not wanting to run into Sylvi or get any closer to the smell. "A dead guy? That's what I can smell. Oh man..." Isaac blinks and looks over the figure. "A window open? No, I don't think you'd like my place anyway, it's terribly cluttered." Taking his hands from his pockets, Isaac lets them hang by his sides, his posture tensing up a little. "Like she said man, you need to move on. A visit to a dermatologist or a bath probably wouldn't hurt either. Can I also recommend perhaps a 'you' day? Maybe go to a spa, get your nails done. Oh and your hair, yeah you want to perhaps dunk that in some water." |
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− | Noah tighten his grip on the broken drive belt in his hand, watching down the alley. "Flashbang... Listen for the pop, check lines, weapon at the ready. And then I realize that I'm a civilian that should be minding | + | Noah tighten his grip on the broken drive belt in his hand, watching down the alley. "Flashbang... Listen for the pop, check lines, weapon at the ready. And then I realize that I'm a civilian that should be minding my own business." The man let out a breathy laugh. "So much for a busted bike being the worst part of my day..." Noah took a deep breath to calm his nerve, leaning off the wall, and stepping into the alley. The smells didn't cause so much as a muscle twitch, his lips pressed together in a hard line. He took one look at the metal dressed man, before scanning the corners at the far end, and looking up the sides of the building. |
− | The man let out a melodramatic sigh into his garbage can. "I swear I'd be just like Santa Claus. I'd slip into your place, quiet as a church mouse and take my milk and cookies. There would be no need for extreme reactions... You'd gasp with surprise the next day, and may even smile." There was a wet scraping sound within the can and a hum of delight. The man dropped the can onto the ground, causing a resounding thump of metal. He seemed more human, the sickly pink and yellowed skin continuing on his boiled face. Hanging from his mouth was a what looked like an oversized and warted uvula, inches thick and long to reach into the can at his feet. The fact is moved like it was prehensile, sweeping the inside of the can wetly to run through the liquid that dripping on the can before drawing back into his puckered lips with the speed of a tape | + | The man let out a melodramatic sigh into his garbage can. "I swear I'd be just like Santa Claus. I'd slip into your place, quiet as a church mouse and take my milk and cookies. There would be no need for extreme reactions... You'd gasp with surprise the next day, and may even smile." There was a wet scraping sound within the can and a hum of delight. The man dropped the can onto the ground, causing a resounding thump of metal. He seemed more human, the sickly pink and yellowed skin continuing on his boiled face. Hanging from his mouth was a what looked like an oversized and warted uvula, inches thick and long to reach into the can at his feet. The fact is moved like it was prehensile, sweeping the inside of the can wetly to run through the liquid that dripping on the can before drawing back into his puckered lips with the speed of a tape measure. It blinked its pepto bismal colored eyes and tilted its head. "Move along? I'm not so rude as to disturb your meals." |
− | Sylvi nodded once when Nacho asked if she was alright, though she did put her arms out to either side of herself as if to stop anyone from passing her deeper into the alleyway. To Nacho, she called out, "I'm alright, it's just the smell of the dead. Nothing a nice bath and some | + | Sylvi nodded once when Nacho asked if she was alright, though she did put her arms out to either side of herself as if to stop anyone from passing her deeper into the alleyway. To Nacho, she called out, "I'm alright, it's just the smell of the dead. Nothing a nice bath and some lavender won't kill out." Syl forced herself to swallow down the next mouthful of saliva that jetted from her salivary glands, and took another few steps forward. Yes. She was moving closer to the possible re-enactment of The Fly. Maybe he'd be Jeff Goldblum when he was done sucking down trash nasty. "I didn't plan on interrupting your meal, but... Now that I know there's a dead body back here, and we're calling the police, I'm just saying it might be a good idea to leave so nothing gets too crazy?" Sylvi blanched a bit, fading to a lovely, soft green color under her tan as she watched the probuscus of ick travel down into the trash can. "Uhhh.. and I think our trash is all good. So, the offer is kind. Really though, you look nothing like Santa. And I've been ruined for Santa, after having to get to know the man. A better comparison might have been like.. you are like the Amazon. You deliver, you know?" She attempted a little chuckle, glancing away for a moment so she didn't again attempt to gag. |
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− | Noah stared as the situation unfolded, his jaw opening for all of a second as its tongue was pulled back into its mouth. The man froze in place, tilting his head a tick. "Well... You don't see that every day." Shutting his eyes tightly to blink the image out of his mind, his head turned to regard Isaac. "Like with a weapon?" He gestured with the belt in his hand, tapping it on the helmet hanging off his backpack. "I have that... And for extreme cases? Well, shit can get real if need be." He let that sink it, "Does shit need to get real? Because I feeling this fits in the category of surreal." His attention shifted to Nacho, and he gave the man a nod as he spoke into the phone, and his attention moved back to Sylvi and the figure. | + | Noah stared as the situation unfolded, his jaw opening for all of a second as its tongue was pulled back into its mouth. The man froze in place, tilting his head a tick. "Well... You don't see that every day." Shutting his eyes tightly to blink the image out of his mind, his head turned to regard Isaac. "Like with a weapon?" He gestured with the belt in his hand, tapping it on the helmet hanging off his backpack. "I have that... And for extreme cases? Well, shit can get real if need be." He let that sink it, "Does shit need to get real? Because I'm feeling this fits in the category of surreal." His attention shifted to Nacho, and he gave the man a nod as he spoke into the phone, and his attention moved back to Sylvi and the figure. |
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− | With the creature moving aside and the talk of bodies and the smell. Under a pile of garbage bags at the back end of the alley, two | + | With the creature moving aside and the talk of bodies and the smell. Under a pile of garbage bags at the back end of the alley, two shod feet were sticking out along the ground from under the garbage. |
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− | "Bad Santa?" Isaac asks, glancing over to Noah as he makes to leave. "It's not that odd really, it's just a weather balloon caught by the suns raise that in a rare weather pheno... Okay, perhaps not that." Nodding to Sylvi, Isaac approaches the feet that can be seen from beneath the rubbish. "His socks off eh? That's quite the talent, although I've heard it's mean to be just..." Isaac shakes his head, the stench of death ruining his usual good | + | "Bad Santa?" Isaac asks, glancing over to Noah as he makes to leave. "It's not that odd really, it's just a weather balloon caught by the suns raise that in a rare weather pheno... Okay, perhaps not that." Nodding to Sylvi, Isaac approaches the feet that can be seen from beneath the rubbish. "His socks off eh? That's quite the talent, although I've heard it's mean to be just..." Isaac shakes his head, the stench of death ruining his usual good humor. "He doesn't look homeless so yeah he might be a clubber. Although, aren't those chaps more into the pills? This just has a bad vibe about it." He glances around, squinting at the air to try and guess where Mr Boils went off to. "I suppose on the plus side, he did lead us here so the chap wouldn't be left for the dogs." Saying a silent prayer to the gods of penicillin, Isaac starts to clear away the rubbish, doing his best to expose the body without touching it too much. "You poor bastard." He sighs, his head canting forward. "He's been here a while. I really can't tell if the chunk missing from his neck was the cause or just post mortem." Turning, he looks to the end of the alleyway. "You friend is calling the Police? Okay, well I'm not doing CPR, this poor fellow is way beyond that." |
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− | Sylvi looked at the body, then looked over at Isaac. She nodded to him once as he stood to leave. "I'm fine here, Isaac. Go on, it's not going to be such a big deal and I can play hysterical blonde white girl just fine. I might just speak to them in Norwegian and leave it at that." She smiled to him, then went back to staring at the body. Her attention was... precise. Sylvi examined the man from stem to stern, checking each of the places of damage, looking over the cleaned state of him, and as she wasn't one to shy away from nudity anyway, she spared no part of him her | + | Sylvi looked at the body, then looked over at Isaac. She nodded to him once as he stood to leave. "I'm fine here, Isaac. Go on, it's not going to be such a big deal and I can play hysterical blonde white girl just fine. I might just speak to them in Norwegian and leave it at that." She smiled to him, then went back to staring at the body. Her attention was... precise. Sylvi examined the man from stem to stern, checking each of the places of damage, looking over the cleaned state of him, and as she wasn't one to shy away from nudity anyway, she spared no part of him her perusal, though she did avoid touching the dead man entirely. When she finally stood up, it was with a hissed breath from between her teeth. "Blodsugere." Sylvi's face turned to something of pity for the man, then she simply shook her head and turned to make her way back down the alley. |
As she came up near Noah, looking at the street to watch for the police, Sylvi ran her hand up and down her bare arm. The fact that she had wheels turning in her head was obvious, as was the fact that her seemingly easy smile was pulled to a taut line of displeasure while her eyes remained distant in focus. She spoke quietly, after an elongated moment of standing next to him silently. "Blodsugere." | As she came up near Noah, looking at the street to watch for the police, Sylvi ran her hand up and down her bare arm. The fact that she had wheels turning in her head was obvious, as was the fact that her seemingly easy smile was pulled to a taut line of displeasure while her eyes remained distant in focus. She spoke quietly, after an elongated moment of standing next to him silently. "Blodsugere." | ||
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− | Noah moved at leaned against the wall to the alleyway, watching out over the street, and those moving about at the hour. He gave her an open handed gesture, "I've been out of the service for over two years, and I still can't put the MREs down. Save the wet naps and | + | Noah moved at leaned against the wall to the alleyway, watching out over the street, and those moving about at the hour. He gave her an open handed gesture, "I've been out of the service for over two years, and I still can't put the MREs down. Save the wet naps and Tabasco just in case." Watching her out the corner of his eye as she explained what had happened to the victim, his chin wrinkling as he pressed his bottom lip against the top. "Now vampires I've heard a thing or two about, mostly rumors though. A war is an easy place to hide bodies... I didn't really put much credit in a whispering troops. I thought of it as a coping mechanism, a few troops dehumanizing the enemy." Noah rubbed his face, his chest shaking with a soundless laugh. "It's easy to judge a book by its cover. I glad you went in first. Kept the situation calm, and stopped it from turning violent." His eyes refocused on the street as he took a deep breath. "A man has way more blood in them than most think. If it was for food, I'd understand. But there is time between the first drink and the last. Time to recognize that it is more than a simple feeding. The breath gets shallow, the body relaxes... And there's a point when you can see the light leave a person's eyes. That point they stop being human and they become a corpse." Reaching back towards his pack, he fished out a small case to get a business card, offering it in Sylvi's direction, "I'm not completely useless in spite of what my hip says. I've been a monster for a long time... So if I can help you, I will." |
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− | Noah took at all in good | + | Noah took at all in good humor, even letting out a laugh along the way. "Do you have any idea the number of inventory checks involved with the government track explosives? Just from the ones I've filled out, I'm likely personally responsible for a deforestation of a third world nation." He nodded in agreement, "Thank you again, Sylvi. I suppose I'll give them my statement as well. You have yourself a good night, hope you have an iron bed frame..." The man shook his head, and headed over to the cops to wait and give his statement. |
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Cherry Blossom Potpurri | |
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A discovery down an alley leads to all manner of filth | |
Dramatis Personae | 16 August, 2008 Some things just don't come clean |
Location
Off Downtown, Honolulu |
Plot(s) |
Even though it was after midnight, Honolulu was still awake and moving due to its condition as a tourist trap, a glittering jewel on the Pacific. Traffic had blessedly thinned out leaving the streets mostly clear of traffic. It wasn't hard to pick out the tourists moving from club to club, stopping to take the occasional selfies to update their social media accounts. Picking out the homeless was a more difficult thing, as one unshaven and unwashed beach bum blended in with another, and may very well have a job, a family, and a place to live.
Orrrr perhaps it was that Sylvi had an intended meeting in mind, and she was moving her ass to get there. When she came around a corner and saw a specific person ahead of her, about a block and a half, a wide, decidedly pleased smile curved Sylvi's lips and she lifted her arm over her head, waving. "Ooooh! You got out early!" And that was when she started to jog toward the walking form of Nacho, or as others may not recognize him, she started to run toward other people on the sidewalk, with her attention clearly leading by about a block and a half. Unless Nacho himself had been looking into the distance for her, he likely didn't even hear the blonde call him. As for clothing, Sylvi was dressed in such a way that her assets were clearly demonstrated, if not from intention than from sheer necessity as clothes just weren't often cut to fit her loosely. She wore a set of shorts that stopped only a couple of inches lower than the curve of her ass at the hem and rested on her hips, the fabric looking soft and decidedly bright pink. For a top, she'd gone with a vivid orange tank top that looked to be close to the color of day-glo, but not quite, that left a good bit of cleavage showing along its scooped neckline and her arms free from the coverage of the ribbed fabric. From under the top the ties of a pale blue bikini could be seen tying around Sylvi's neck. For shoes, she'd pulled on a set of white Adidas with pale pink stripes and pink laces, and left her long legs bare of everything but the all-over, sun kissed tan that graced her skin. The long, thick drape of Sylvi's hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the back of her head and left to bounce down along her mid spine as she walked.
Stopping when a pair of tourists block the sidewalk to take a selfie, Isaac bites back a less traditional greeting and simple steps into the road, stepping around them and carrying on with his meandering journey. Spotting a flash of orange ahead, Isaac squints and looks over, a smile crossing his face as he spots a familiar figure. "Should have brought my sun glasses." He says, musing to himself and having to swerve at the last moment as a lamp post jumps out of no where while his eyes are decidedly focused on something other than the road.
Sylvi was obviously in the middle of attempting to start another sentence when she jumped back a little and turned her head toward the sound of loud scraping down a nearby alleyway, her shoulders twitching a touch when she then heard the glass shattering. Pointing at the sound, Sylvi looked across the much larger street to Nacho and then asked him really quite loudly, as if to make sure he could hear her over the driving cars. "Did you hear that?! It sounded like it came from the alley!"
With the words of the man-shaped thing down the alleyway, Sylvi stared at it and cocked her head to the side. "Not sure just why you'd want a window open to my house overnight unless you were planning to come in and be properly met with some sort of extreme reaction." She spit again, attempting to get past the gut churning scent. "Maybe you should move on to somewhere a little less populated so we can get whatever dead person is back there with you to the morgue where they belong, ja?"
Naturally, when the creature spoke to her again, Sylvi turned her head back around to look at him and nodded. "Ja, that Amazon. Not the river, or the forest. I don't think either apply to the here or the now." She looked over to the side where the corpse of 'Herman' was laid out and sighed softly. "Well, save for the number of lives perhaps the area takes in a given frame of the time." Reaching a hand up, Sylvi smoothed her palm back along the sleek hair that ran to her ponytail, then nodded. "At least we can show the police where the body is. You should go, unless you want to stay to answer questions, too. If you head out, we can just let the cops know that we found a body here because I heard something and came to investigate, thus finding the body." Sylvi looked back over to the human fly sticking to the wall and offered a smile, a little pale and wan, but a smile none the less. "I'm sure you can move even a block or two down and find even more tasty morsels, maybe one without a dead body and a bunch of intruders to interrupt your meal this time? Is this your usual.. route?" Ok, curiosity might have gotten the better of Sylvi, because it definitely colored her voice when she inquired as to the 'routes' of the possible garbage monster she was talking to.
When the creature spoke again, Sylvi looked up at him and blinked, her head tilting to the side, before she looked over at the feet and legs of the dead man. "Det er interessant." Her tongue slipping back to its native Norwegian easily before she lifted a hand to wave to the departing creature "God Kveldt!" Because manners. Then, she walked over toward the dead man hot on Isaac's heels, peering toward the legs. "I wonder if it was the drugs? I mean.. Heroine stops everything up bad, ja?" She looked at Isaac, her light blonde brows raised high. "Either way, if you want to look at him, should do it the faster, not the slower, so we can get out of the alley before the police get here."
As she came up near Noah, looking at the street to watch for the police, Sylvi ran her hand up and down her bare arm. The fact that she had wheels turning in her head was obvious, as was the fact that her seemingly easy smile was pulled to a taut line of displeasure while her eyes remained distant in focus. She spoke quietly, after an elongated moment of standing next to him silently. "Blodsugere."
Sylvi slid her fingers along her neck where the man was cut into, and then moved her hand down to her thigh to mark across her artery, where the man had been bitten. "They didn't remove the puncture wounds well enough. They were sloppy." She rolled her shoulders, then leaned her her head to the side, popping several vertebrae, then doing it to the other side to pop the rest. "Sloppy and murderous drinkers of blood don't happen as often as they once did, but this... I'm fairly sure this is going to be a bigger problem. The thing that cleaned him was far less a problem than the cause of the corpse in the first place. At least he wasn't desecrating the dead, but cleansing him. Almost performing a kindness in his own way, even if it wasn't his reason for doing so."
Sylvi patted at her own hip, then oddly patted at her chest, just over the curves of her breasts, then chuckled. "I don't have any cards on me, I was just expecting to meet up with Nacho and walk back home for some dinner and sex, I didn't figure to be needing a card. I work in personal security, keeping people safe from those that would harm or kill them. I've even gone through some of the training you have, if not in a different arena." She winked to Noah.
She certainly wasn't attempting to hurt him, but the grip was obviously one of a person that could have probably picked him up and benched pressed him over her head. Scratch probably, really, because he could /see/ the musculature in her arms and know it wasn't even bunched with effort. "I would say you should put in an application, Noah Dunn. But I don't believe you'd like the requisite body modifications." She winked to him. "Still, if you're ever looking for work I could possibly give you some sub-contracts. I'm not at all unwilling to spread all of the love around to those that might want some." Sylvi let go of Noah's shoulder then and clapped him once on it, making a dull thud. "I'm going to go see where the sweet boy of mine has gone off to, because I seriously need sex after all of this. You have a good night, though. And feel free to leave, I'll talk to the cops with Nacho and make sure they realize I can barely speak the English enough to even help them figure out more than where the body is." Sylvi lifted her brows up a couple of times playfully, and allowed her long legs to carry her off toward where Nacho was waiting for her and the cops.
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