Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Sept 8, 2017 2:14:16 GMT -5
It'd been years since Alain died. Alain had been one of the closest individuals he had, the one who was the glue to his friend group. The Frenchman had been someone he loved dearly, as close to family as he ever got. He died awhile back on a job that Siegfred blamed him for, that Eliza left him for. They were the only ones who gave his life meaning. They made him feel like he belonged. And they were just all gone and he was so damn alone trying to piece together all these fragments of his life. He'd even done the stupid thing they did in cop tv shows with the weird as- bulletin board with picture pinups connecting people to others. He didn't really get the relationships they shared though or how Alain was a target of interest or why somebody would hire a hitman to kill him.
He was at wits ends trying to prove to himself it wasn't his fault. He couldn't tell it to Siegfred. Siegfred didn't want to hear from him again, much less see him. Eliza moved too. He didn't know where, he didn't ask, didn't try to find out for himself by obstructing her privacy. Instead, he sat over these papers trying to put them together like he was the genius everyone said he was, but he f*cking just wasn't. He was a disappointment just like his dad always said.
This was supposed to be easy. He was a criminal. They referred to him as the f*cking Mastermind, but he couldn't even figure out who causesd this sh*t show that brought his friendships crumbling down and he was just f*cking upset. Sighing heavily, he threw the papers down onto the floor once again just to reach out to pick up his cup of milk chocolate but the taste was bland to his tongue and he sighed heavily as he placed it back down.
It didn't remain untouched for long as Angel came hobbling over, sticking her nose into the drink and lapping it happily before he could stop her. Raising his head almost immediately, he stared wide eyed, mind not working as fast as his mouth as he shouted out. "Angel!" She fled almost immediately, running from the sound of his voice as he picked back up the cup of chocolate, cradling it in his hands like a child. "Chocolate is bad for you," he stared at her with murderous eyes. If his drink didn't kill her, he would. This was his chocolate milk god damn it!
Sighing in defeat at Angel who came scooting back into the room with her front paws on the ground, he took a big gulp before putting the nearly drained cup back on the ground. "But you're right," he said, putting words into her mouth, "I should go out. Get away from all this bullsh*t." It'd been awhile since he did something unrelated to the case. He'd turn down every heist and job the Nolans threw at him, more compelled to find Alain's murderer and have a few choice words with them and then f*ck them up just so he had an outlet for all the rage that compiled at his now f*cked up life. It was just what he did nowadays.
There would be times where he would do jobs, forget all about it and pretend it never happened. And then something would set him off and it would be the only thing he could focus on for weeks and months at a time. It was frustrating and he was desperate. Siegfred's accusing eyes still haunted him.
It had always been f*cked up, but whoever the hell killed Alain had made it worse. Standing up, he went to grab Angel's leash while she happily lapped away at the remains of the milk chocolate and whip cream while he was oblivious. Hooking up her leash to her collar, he nodded towards the door, yanking the leash softly. "Come on, let's go," he said softly, Angel quickly following behind.
He'd had to break up with his current boyfriend, Howell due to how he apparently spent more time with his papers than he did with Howell. Well, f*cking bye Howell, you weren't that nice or interesting anyhow. Just cute. The situation upsetted him, but he was trying to deal with it! To live, he honestly was! But somethings just brought him back. Like the hit on Tomas Smith. It was just so similar to Alain's death. Or the entrance of a new gunman in the Nolans. It was just such stupid things, but he could never forget Alain. Not entirely. It was because he did feel guilty, he felt responsible. Alain wouldn't have died if it wasn't for him telling him to join the Nolans.
Ambling along with Angel, he tried to enjoy the weather but found that, despite the beaming sun, he didn't feel all that warm or happy inside. Sighing deeply, he allowed the excited border collie to lead him to and fro as he lazily looked at the places around his janky neighborhood. Then something caught his interest. A building he had never noticed on his other walks laid in the corner, almost inconspicuous hadn't it been for the big words plastered on the window. 'BOUNTY HUNTER FOR HIRE'. Squinting, he tugged Angel's leash lightly, leading her off their usual course to inspect the building that went by the name Amari's Services.
Huh. He'd never seen this place before. Looking at the opening hours on the door, he realized it was still open. Was this honestly f*cking fate? No damn way. Shoving the door open lightly, the bell overhead jingled softly as he stepped in, bringing Angel with him. He sure hoped the Amari person didn't mind dogs, because there hadn't been anything about no pets allowed.
"Uh, hello?" He called out, looking around the office area. It wasn't something to be impressed at, but hey, if this person knew their sh*t, maybe they'd be better at finding Alain's killer than he was. "Is uh, Amari in?" He certainly hoped so.
He was at wits ends trying to prove to himself it wasn't his fault. He couldn't tell it to Siegfred. Siegfred didn't want to hear from him again, much less see him. Eliza moved too. He didn't know where, he didn't ask, didn't try to find out for himself by obstructing her privacy. Instead, he sat over these papers trying to put them together like he was the genius everyone said he was, but he f*cking just wasn't. He was a disappointment just like his dad always said.
This was supposed to be easy. He was a criminal. They referred to him as the f*cking Mastermind, but he couldn't even figure out who causesd this sh*t show that brought his friendships crumbling down and he was just f*cking upset. Sighing heavily, he threw the papers down onto the floor once again just to reach out to pick up his cup of milk chocolate but the taste was bland to his tongue and he sighed heavily as he placed it back down.
It didn't remain untouched for long as Angel came hobbling over, sticking her nose into the drink and lapping it happily before he could stop her. Raising his head almost immediately, he stared wide eyed, mind not working as fast as his mouth as he shouted out. "Angel!" She fled almost immediately, running from the sound of his voice as he picked back up the cup of chocolate, cradling it in his hands like a child. "Chocolate is bad for you," he stared at her with murderous eyes. If his drink didn't kill her, he would. This was his chocolate milk god damn it!
Sighing in defeat at Angel who came scooting back into the room with her front paws on the ground, he took a big gulp before putting the nearly drained cup back on the ground. "But you're right," he said, putting words into her mouth, "I should go out. Get away from all this bullsh*t." It'd been awhile since he did something unrelated to the case. He'd turn down every heist and job the Nolans threw at him, more compelled to find Alain's murderer and have a few choice words with them and then f*ck them up just so he had an outlet for all the rage that compiled at his now f*cked up life. It was just what he did nowadays.
There would be times where he would do jobs, forget all about it and pretend it never happened. And then something would set him off and it would be the only thing he could focus on for weeks and months at a time. It was frustrating and he was desperate. Siegfred's accusing eyes still haunted him.
It had always been f*cked up, but whoever the hell killed Alain had made it worse. Standing up, he went to grab Angel's leash while she happily lapped away at the remains of the milk chocolate and whip cream while he was oblivious. Hooking up her leash to her collar, he nodded towards the door, yanking the leash softly. "Come on, let's go," he said softly, Angel quickly following behind.
He'd had to break up with his current boyfriend, Howell due to how he apparently spent more time with his papers than he did with Howell. Well, f*cking bye Howell, you weren't that nice or interesting anyhow. Just cute. The situation upsetted him, but he was trying to deal with it! To live, he honestly was! But somethings just brought him back. Like the hit on Tomas Smith. It was just so similar to Alain's death. Or the entrance of a new gunman in the Nolans. It was just such stupid things, but he could never forget Alain. Not entirely. It was because he did feel guilty, he felt responsible. Alain wouldn't have died if it wasn't for him telling him to join the Nolans.
Ambling along with Angel, he tried to enjoy the weather but found that, despite the beaming sun, he didn't feel all that warm or happy inside. Sighing deeply, he allowed the excited border collie to lead him to and fro as he lazily looked at the places around his janky neighborhood. Then something caught his interest. A building he had never noticed on his other walks laid in the corner, almost inconspicuous hadn't it been for the big words plastered on the window. 'BOUNTY HUNTER FOR HIRE'. Squinting, he tugged Angel's leash lightly, leading her off their usual course to inspect the building that went by the name Amari's Services.
Huh. He'd never seen this place before. Looking at the opening hours on the door, he realized it was still open. Was this honestly f*cking fate? No damn way. Shoving the door open lightly, the bell overhead jingled softly as he stepped in, bringing Angel with him. He sure hoped the Amari person didn't mind dogs, because there hadn't been anything about no pets allowed.
"Uh, hello?" He called out, looking around the office area. It wasn't something to be impressed at, but hey, if this person knew their sh*t, maybe they'd be better at finding Alain's killer than he was. "Is uh, Amari in?" He certainly hoped so.
