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Post by ππππππππππππ on Nov 23, 2016 23:17:24 GMT -5
Smokey Feather Here we are ^^ Would you like me to start, or do you want to?
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 23, 2016 23:25:07 GMT -5
Could you start?
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Post by ππππππππππππ on Nov 23, 2016 23:29:06 GMT -5
Of course.)
Keith hurried through the empty school hallways. The bell had rung ages ago, not that that would usually bug him, but today was different. A loud yell erupted from behind him and he kicked into over drive. Lori, the hall monitor was on the chase. Normally he avoided her, but today was different. Cursing his luck he pushed his red-brown hair out of his face and turned down a relatively unused hallway. Hopefully she would run past. Ducking into the mens bathroom he waited.
Feel free to have my character figure out yours secret any way you like. They could be threatening someone, or discussing it with someone on the phone. Go wild haha.)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 23, 2016 23:58:09 GMT -5
Mason paced around the restroom, phone held to his ear. He would repeatedly run a hand through his long, messy, coal-colored hair that he had tied back. Whatever was being said on the other end didn't seem to sit well, as his brows were bent and his blue eyes were narrow. Finally, he said in that though voice of his "It's fine, I'm taking care of it. No, she'll be dead by tonight. Fine, fine. I don't do anything too fancy this time-" Mason was forced to pause, seeing some idiot run into view. The assassin spoke into his phone lowly "I'll call you back." And with that, he hung up.
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Post by ππππππππππππ on Nov 24, 2016 0:01:23 GMT -5
This conversation had not escaped Keiths attention, leaning against a stall he coughed into his hand to catch the others attention "Quite the job you have." he hummed, a smirk on his face. He was known for being the person to come to for info, the information broker of the school. He didn't know this person, but he could find out who he was. Especially now that he had some dirt on him. It didn't even occur to him that this was murder they were talking about. No, his mind was too trained on this newly learned info.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 24, 2016 0:18:14 GMT -5
"Do I know you?" Mason questioned lazily, walking past Keith to leave. Ugh, he hated talking to people. It meant conversion. As he left the restroom, he looked around before continuing on his way. Everyone was lucky that he was in his good mood right now. Snorting slightly, Mason walked down the hall, checking a watch on his wrist. Great, he was late to class. Even though he had an IQ of over 200, he had to go to school as a cover.
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Post by ππππππππππππ on Nov 24, 2016 0:26:02 GMT -5
"No, but you might want to learn who I am. A murdered shouldn't be so calm when someone knows." Keith sang, following the other "This is just like a movie, all I have left is to turn you into the cops." his hand was still in his pocket where he kept a small recording device. It was constantly recording, something he had picked up to help gather info. This time he had struck gold and wasn't about to lose this chance.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 24, 2016 23:35:48 GMT -5
"Get lost," was all Mason answered "If it's just like a movie, then the cops will be stupid and never even get close to catching someone." He chose words carefully as he walked, not even looking back at Keith as he said "I don't like talking to snoops. Maybe if you persuade me to even stop walking, we can work something out." Honestly, Mason should've stopped as soon as Keith spoke up. Killed him even. However, his orders were not to kill anyone at the school.
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Post by ππππππππππππ on Nov 24, 2016 23:40:44 GMT -5
"Oh? If you don't mind this conversation being broadcasted across the entire school feel free to continue walking." he played back the first part of his conversation with the person on the phone. "I have enough to get you investigated. Maybe even held for a while." his grin turned dark. If he was going to be ignored, he was going to get revenge. After all, being paid attention to was something he was used to. Even if it was indirectly. If drama was happening in the school there was a high chance he was connected to it somehow. And in most cases he had likely caused it.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 25, 2016 10:17:01 GMT -5
Mason finally slowed to halt, yet he showed no nervousness or fear. Turning around, he looked at Keith, and asked "And what would my unfortunate self need to do to keep you quiet, hm?" Mason saw this all as a slight joke. Still, he didn't need anyone blowing his cover. It would be too hard to find another one after being discovered. Taking one step, then two, he slowly walked back over to the other guy. Mason had Keith beat by a head, so he looked down on the other, literally. His blue orbs honestly looked unamused.
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Post by ππππππππππππ on Nov 25, 2016 17:43:16 GMT -5
Keith didn't back down, instead he stretched a bit to get into the others face. Eyes narrowed and grin still on face "I can see you aren't taking this seriously, you doubt my connections. But we can make a deal for my silence." he crossed his arms and look a thoughtful step back "Perhaps I could have you work for me. Be a 'slave' of sorts. I'm sure someone like you is good at collecting information." info was something he needed. Craved even. It was his sign of power.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 25, 2016 18:35:41 GMT -5
"Don't even consider addressing me as a slave," Mason said simply "Or I'll punch you in your throat." When Keith spoke again, he rolled his eyes and said "Of course I am. Need me to do your peeping for you or something?" A brow then raised, and he questioned "What's your name, anyway? If you're so childish to want to leash me now, I should at least know that much, hm?"
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Post by ππππππππππππ on Nov 25, 2016 18:41:27 GMT -5
"I've learned to use what I have. My name is Keith. You probably don't know it but I'm basically the underworld ruler around here. Not that it's all the impressive if i'm being honest. Just a title really." if you had a favor from him he could get you almost anything. But it was hard to get a favor from Keith "And it's not really a slave... more like. Hmmm..." he considered it for a moment before saying "An agent. You are taking orders from someone anyways. You should be used to it." Assassins didn't kill on their own accord. They were hired. Probably. "What is your name? I know most everyone so it's rare for me not to know." Keith didn't like the term 'bit off more than you can chew' but it came to him as he spoke. This was an assassin. A dangerous person that really shouldn't be trifled with. But once he started something it had to be finished.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 25, 2016 19:28:01 GMT -5
"You don't get to hear my name until I decide I can more than just tolerate you, so you call me something else," Mason said simply "An employee must learn his boss' name, but the boss can still function without even remembering what half his employees look like." Scratching his chin, he proceeded to ask "So, what do you need done first, Mr. Keith?" Mason might as well get this all over with. The quicker he satisfied the little pest in front of him, the quicker the assassin could leave. Looking down at Keith, Mason awaited response. If his new employer had some weird enough request... ugh, the whole idea of what he was walking into annoyed him greatly.
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Post by ππππππππππππ on Nov 25, 2016 19:32:47 GMT -5
"Something else eh? What like Hotlips?" he snorted at his own joke "Or maybe Lambchops." he'd think of something later. For now he would give this guy an order "Fist I'll need some way to contact you. Your phone, an email. Carrier pigeons. I don't really care as long as it can reach you quickly."
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 25, 2016 19:39:07 GMT -5
"You irritate me in ways I can't understand," Mason snorted, pinching the bridge of his nose. After he said "Here, my phone number." Bringing out his device, he simply held out his own contact on the screen so Keith could copy it down. As he did, Mason said "And don't expect squat from me 24/7. If I ignore you, it means I'm either eating or sleeping." He may be the guy's worker now, but Mason still had a life and wasn't always going to come or answer.
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Post by ππππππππππππ on Nov 25, 2016 19:53:26 GMT -5
"I try." he laughed. Pulling out his own phone he copied down the info, then sent a message to him "There." Pocketing his phone once again he said "Hmm now what to have you do. So many options... For now I need you to deliver this." Keith brought his messenger bag type backpack around and pulled out a box that was taped shut "You can deliver it whenever as long as you get it there before the end of school. I need you to take it to Mrs. Ballards class and leave it by the seats near the window. Fifth one back." as if an after thought he added "And don't open it." this was just the beginning. Keith had so many things to take care of he was usually busy until late, but with another set of hands this would be easier. Especially hands that knew how to handle things.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 28, 2016 22:05:57 GMT -5
"You just have to degrade me so, hm?" Mason questioned, eyes narrow as he put his phone away. Out of all things, Keith wanted him to play delivery boy? Eyes narrow, he took the box and stared at it for a second as he listened to instructions. Simply turning to walk away, Mason decided "Maybe if this box blows up the room, I'll feel better about delivering it." And with that, he started walking without another word. If Keith ad anything to tell him beyond then, he could text Mason.
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Post by ππππππππππππ on Nov 28, 2016 22:13:31 GMT -5
Keith watched him go, silent. Interesting. The way he reacted told a whole nother story from the way he talked. "Interesting interesting." he repeated. Perhaps it would be best to head to class. As if confirming his thought he heard a yell of 'There you are!' "Time to go." he laughed, looking back to see their insane hall monitor on his tail again.
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