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Post by cestlamort on Feb 18, 2016 23:10:40 GMT -6
Jumping a bit, Nathaniel's head snapped towards Conner. Upon recognizing his face, he narrowed his eyes. Saying that he was unhappy with the man was an understatement--he used a gun to shoot a person, and not even for self-defense! On top of that, he had left, leaving Nathaniel to fend for himself. "I never said I was unable to get it fixed," he said. Noticing the tone he was using, he cleared his throat and took a moment to calm himself. "But yes, that was me. I have a name, by the way, I'm not the 'music guy'." He sipped his coffee. It was too weak for his liking, but this cafe had a fairly good reputation among the people who knew about it. He doubted other cafes around here would be much better.
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Post by AssassinPerson on Feb 18, 2016 23:23:29 GMT -6
"You have a name but never told me, and I can tell you didn't get it fixed. They don't have those kind of places around France." he says while watching Nathaniel. He hadn't moved from the spot he was stood in while watching the other man "I have a name as well, but we never got a proper conversation back then. You can blame whoever called the Police that time." he says and then takes a drink of the coffee, it was in a takeaway cup just like he had asked for "Good service this place has though, and I like how they do have takeaway cups here. Not many places actually do this kind of thing you know"
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Post by cestlamort on Feb 18, 2016 23:44:34 GMT -6
Well it's no wonder someone called the police, you had a gun and fired it, Nathaniel thought, frowning at his mug. He held his left hand to the side of his face to shield his eye from the glare of the sun. Despite complaining about not being called by his name, he made no effort to introduce himself. "We're trying to bring in more customers. People usually don't have much time to sit inside for coffee," he said simply. "They're busy with everything. I'm glad you're happy with the service."
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Post by AssassinPerson on Feb 18, 2016 23:53:03 GMT -6
"That's nice. A place that thinks about the people." Conner says with a smile "Now if you have nothing else to say then I'm going to have to take my leave. I do have things to do, but I would stay longer if I could, probably"
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Post by cestlamort on Feb 19, 2016 0:23:14 GMT -6
There were quite a few things that Nathaniel wanted to say, or rather, ask Conner. He decided that asking the questions he wanted to could possibly cause a scene. He didn't even know how to word the question he was itching to ask, so there would be no use in asking it in the first place. In his mind, the question played in his head, not in words, but in pictures. Nathaniel shook his head. "Where might I be able to find you later?" he asked.
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Post by AssassinPerson on Feb 19, 2016 0:50:36 GMT -6
"Later? I have no idea. I could be anywhere in France, and I mean anywhere. Or even on my ship, going to a different country. I don't really think about the future so much, I have lots of things to do and they take me to many different places you know. But you wouldn't understand that life, would you?" he finally remembered about introductions and says "Names Conner, you would have probably heard it in various types of media. Unless you don't watch the TV or use the Radio or read the Newspaper or listen to the latest gossip, then you won't know who I am. Any other questions you want to ask me then?"
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Post by cestlamort on Feb 19, 2016 10:30:02 GMT -6
Nathaniel sipped his coffee, trying to remember under what circumstances that the name was on the radio. It didn't take him long to place it. It seemed unusual that Conner so voluntarily admit what he did for a living, especially since it was illegal. Nathaniel tightly wrapped both of his hands around his mug, turning his head towards Conner so the sun wasn't in his eyes. "You're the Assassin everyone's talking about. I suppose," he gulped, remembering that he left his phone in his blazer, which was in his locker near the entrance to the kitchen. "I suppose that makes sense." His felt his heart pounding in his chest, but he wasn't sure if it was from anger or fear. This man has taken lives.
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Post by AssassinPerson on Feb 19, 2016 10:53:03 GMT -6
"So you know about me, and I'm guessing other people do as well" he glances around the others in the room "Most of them are doing their normal stuff, but I can tell they are scared because they keep me in the corner of their eyes at all time. Making sure I don't do anything. And now you know why I am hated by the Police, I'm an Assassin. I do follow a small set of rules though, but I guess I'd better go now. Places to go, people to meet. Police to hide from, buildings to climb on. Just my daily life." he seemed to actually enjoy talking about being an Assassin, but never mentioned what any of the rules were. Conner was probably happy to find that he could talk to someone normally without them running away screaming or calling the Police first, even though that was usually the first instinct of everyone who saw him stay somewhere long enough.
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Post by cestlamort on Feb 19, 2016 12:03:07 GMT -6
Nathaniel nodded once, still not introducing himself. He continued to hold the mug tightly in his hands, but didn't lift it off the table. His hands were shaking too badly. He didn't understand how Conner could sound so happy about murdering people. His gaze grew distant, like he was remembering something from several years ago. After a moment, he shook his head. "I have to get back to work," he announced, then met Conner's gaze. "Next time, please refrain from approaching me. I don't need the cello incident playing out again. It's going to cost me 1000 Euro, and they detained me on top of that."
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Post by AssassinPerson on Feb 19, 2016 15:30:17 GMT -6
"Sure, fine. I'm not going to walk up to you again, even though I haven't actually moved from where I was stood either." Conner says as he points out that he never actually moved "Go and get back to your job then, while I go and do my job" he shrugs and takes another drink before making his way towards the exit. He pushed the door open and was still as the outside air came in, before finally moving outside and listening to the sound of the door shutting behind him "Now, what was I doing?" he asks himself and he takes another drink. "Wait, was that?..." he looks around "Why?" several armed people appeared from their hiding places "Who called the Police on me this time?" he wonders out loud as he shifts his focus between the people who were in various directions.
"Put yo hands up and get on the ground! Even if you do that, we are probably going to shoot anyway!" a person who was probably the leader of them commanded through a megaphone. Various random people in the cafe cautiously moved over to the window, watching what was happening outside
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Post by cestlamort on Feb 19, 2016 19:00:29 GMT -6
After Conner left, Nathaniel stood and was about to clear away his coffee and untouched sandwich when he heard yelling from outside. He looked up, his mug in one still-shaking hand and the other frozen mid-reach for the sandwich's plate. That's what you got for being like Conner, he supposed. He gulped. At least with him... the collision had probably been a freak accident, a coincidence. Forcing himself to look away from the scene, he took his plate from the table and made his way to the kitchen, pushing through the swinging doors with his shoulder.This wasn't his business. Clearly, it was between Conner and the police. The doors shut behind him.
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Post by AssassinPerson on Feb 19, 2016 23:22:20 GMT -6
"Do you realize that I was the one who helped the guy who had his cello stolen? I haven't actually done anything in France either! Apart from help that one guy and just hang around, why is everyone suspicious of me?" Conner says as his gaze shifts between the people
"I said, get your hands up and yourself on the ground. How much conflict do you want to cause?"
"I am doing it, grump! Look, I'm now on the ground like you asked me to do" Conner had lowered himself to his knees now, with a smile on his face. His gaze resting on the main Police man "And my hands are going into the air, pointing towards the stars. Hey, I'm listening to Authorities for once!" he says with the smile not faltering
"Good, you listened. Even though you never listen. We can finally do what every Country has wanted to... Hey, what are you doing?"
While he had been talking, Conner had gotten out his Pistol and placed it against his head "I still have the ability to do what I want when I want, and I have seen so many people like me in the same situation. I planned out what I would do if this ever happened, and if you do something I don't like that much then I'm will happily fire it. And if this happens here, in the public, then you are going to look bad in the eyes of the Public and whoever your Boss is" he still didn't lose the smile that had come up onto his face "It appears that we have reached a stalemate. You can't move forwards or try to shoot me because I will then shoot myself and make you look bad. But you can't leave because then I would have been able to go free and that would also make you look bad."
"We won't leave you, so you are just going to have to stay here, stuck as you are. Or..."
"Or what? If it is an offer for me to go and leave the Country and never return until you forget about the fact that the offer was made then sure. I already have that offer in several States of America, parts of Africa, Luxembourg, Belgium, Mexico, Ireland and Japan! I'm sure I can add France to that list as well, it shouldn't be so hard. And a few of those are going to be forgotten about soon anyway, I know that much" it was hard to tell if this was a lie or not, the way he had made it come out was hard to decode.
"Sounds like something we could do. Make you get out of the country and never come back, it will certainly keep the streets safe" "Nah, I have a better plan. When you are all up and ready to leave, I can suddenly get out my own Weapon and stop you from doing anything. Then we will be the ones looking good"
"Oh, really? No-one usually agrees with me there. So get your guys away from here, as well as any backup that is hidden away. I don't want any of them to shoot me you know."
"Yes, whatever." he gets a radio out "OK, all units are able to go back to doing what they want to do. We don't need any units to help handle this, go back to what you were doing before the call." he looks back up at the Assassin who hadn't moved.
"Thanks for that. And you lot around here who I can see can also go. Bye bye, we don't need you in this talk any more." Conner says as he puts his Pistol back and stands up "Now what was it that we were talking about again?"
The other Police people had left, only leaving the main Leader one there. "I do believe we were talking about this" he says as he gets his own Weapon of choice out, the sound making the Assassin turn to look at him instead of the buildings he was planning to climb and get out of there from.
"What the- Where?" he said as he turned his head, only just managing to move himself so it wasn't fatal. Conner dramatically fell to the ground, his head tilted so he was able to see the one who had done it "Why? I don't remember this being part of it"
"No, it wasn't part of your thing. But I got you distracted and now you can't run, we shall finally have a way to be rid of you" the smirk on his face displeased Conner but he wasn't going to mention it any time soon. And besides, who was going to care? The only other person he knew that was alive wasn't even in France at this moment, she was off doing something else in a different Country.
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Conner only fell dramatically because he wanted to, and would have fallen normally if he could be bothered. And Conner isn't going to be dead right now, he knows how to make sure he isn't fatally injured by anything and is probably only hit somewhere that isn't too bad. Only Mr Jerk-Police-Leader remains of the Police people there as well, and there are still people watching at the window who were probably shocked by what had been happening.
And I am very bad at making dramatic stuff happen between a named character and an unnamed character who isn't that important after this bit.
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Post by cestlamort on Feb 20, 2016 0:49:31 GMT -6
Even though he had busied himself with preparing some cookie dough, Nathaniel was listening intently to what was going on outside, which wasn't too difficult since everyone in the cafe was practically holding their breath. In fact, the only noises he heard was the scraping of his whisk against the bowl and the voices, which were still too muffled and distant for him to make out what was being said. He picked out a few words, but not enough for him to make sense of anything. He assumed Conner was... not arguing per se, but challenging, the police.
After a while, things seemed to quiet down. Nathaniel heard a few vehicles drive away, which he assumed were the back up. Maybe the police and Conner had come to some sort of agreement. Or maybe they arrested him. Upon hearing voices again, Nathaniel froze and held his breath to hear better. He paled slightly when he heard something--a body--fall to the ground, and whimpers from a few of the cafe's customers. The body either belonged to Conner or the officer. He set the bowl down on the counter loudly and retrieved his phone from his locker, exiting the kitchen. He shoved past a few people at the window to see who it was. When he saw that it was, indeed, Conner who had been injured, he walked to the back of the cafe as he entered a phone number. Just because I don't like him, doesn't mean I want him dead, he thought, then wondered why all of a sudden his morality could be considered questionable. Conner had killed people, after all.
He lifted the phone to his ear, pacing along the far wall of the cafe as it rung. When his roommate answered, Nathaniel spoke quickly in German, assuming that far fewer people could understand him, fewer people could realize what he was doing.
"There's a man on the ground," he said. "I don't know how badly hurt he is. But it was the policeman, I swear."
"The policeman?"
Nathaniel shook his head "It's a long story. It's useless to explain right now."
"Why don't you call an ambulance?" his roommate asked. Despite him saying this, Nathaniel could hear him walk out the door of their apartment. But he stopped and waited for Nathaniel to answer.
He hesitated. "I'll have to tell you when you get here. You know what I think of cell phones. Too easy for people to eavesdrop."
His roommate's frown was almost audible through the phone. Just what exactly is going on? The car door slammed behind him. "You're at work?"
"Yes."
"I'll be there as soon as I can."
Nathaniel ended the call and slid the phone into his apron pocket. He hoped his roommate watched and waited for the police to disappear. His physical capability was higher than Nathaniel's, but it would be difficult to defend himself from an armed policeman. ------------------------------ Just so you know, Nathaniel's roommate is a more well-rounded individual than he is, so Nathaniel's always getting him to help with tough situations. He knows a small amount of first aid, but probably barely adequate for this (I'm assuming the officer gave Conner a fairly deep wound, but correct me if I'm wrong. Even if the injury isn't too awful, Nathaniel doesn't handle blood that well. And he's generally a worry wart anyway).
But the dramatic stuff is fine! I was a bit terrified to continue reading, actually.
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Post by Assassin is lazy on Feb 20, 2016 9:24:50 GMT -6
"Heh, he thought we'd let him get away. Not now that we finally have him, why would we do that?" the Police guy says over a walkie-talkie, not paying any attention to Conner and looking the other way. "Yes, he is here. What do we plan on doing with him then? Take him over or are you gonna come over?"
The Assassin shifted himself slightly, glad that it wasn't fatal "I'm not moving for a while..." he mutters and tries to get a bit more comfortable. The bad thing about falling dramatically was the fact that you could land rather uncomfortably because of it, even if it makes everything look more dramatic "Maybe I should try to call someone, but I have no phone and only one contact who isn't even in the Country... She might come over here just to help though..." he wondered if Serena would actually come to France just to help him. After considering it, he decided that she might come if she wasn't doing anything else. But how would he get the message to her, anyway?
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OK then, thanks for letting me know. And I'm probably going to insert some of my own characters randomly, just to be random people who are there. Random, insignificant people. But Serena is probably more significant than those random characters because she is one of the only people that like Conner who are alive.
And thanks! I'm not that good at writing sometimes, and Writers Block comes upon me quite a lot so I get distracted from writing and can't do it as well as I usually am able to. Plus, I find I am better writing with either one character or lots of characters, using two or three characters can actually be quite hard for me. Plus, I tend to ramble on quite a bit at times. Like I probably am doing now.
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Post by cestlamort on Feb 20, 2016 12:33:31 GMT -6
Nathaniel felt his phone vibrating and answered it promptly after seeing that it was his roommate. "Darius?"
"I'm coming in through the back," Darius replied. "And then we have to decide what to do. Running outside might be our best option but we might be hurt too. I'm at the door now."
Nathaniel hung up and opened the back door. A man that was about a head shorter than him walked in with a first aid kit. "I know," he said. "You trip carrying dishes back to the kitchen. And hurt yourself badly. I get the police to help you, and then go help that guy."
"I'm assuming you mean pretend to hurt myself badly."
Darius shrugged. "If you can act well enough to pretend. But we can take you to the hospital if we need."
"And if you do that you might need a less obvious first aid kit. Otherwise, the officer would tell you to help me."
"I'll hide it behind the counter. All I need is some gauze and gloves and tape for now," he said, waving the items in his hand and putting them in his pocket before setting the kit behind the counter.
"Fine. If I do accidentally hurt myself, you're paying for my hospital bill," Nathaniel said, clearing the table nearest to where he was standing. He made his way to the kitchen, shuffling his feet slightly, and sure enough, did trip eventually. The dishes clattered on the floor and he hit his head on a table. He brought his hand to his forehead.
Darius smiled at him on his way out the door. "You okay? Any hospital trip needed?"
"No, I'm fine. Just bumped my head. Maybe bruised my knee. But go! I told you, I don't know how badly he's hurt."
"Alright, alright," Darius walked out the front, towards the police. He opened the door stepped outside. He tried to make his tone as convincing as possible. "Officer, I understand that you're busy, but my friend fell and he hurt himself. I need help!" ------------------ Okay. It's pretty difficult to roleplay with just one character each. Darius will probably be my most significant secondary character, with him and Nathaniel being roommates and all, but I might also bring others as well.
It's not a problem though! Most people write stronger when they have a certain setting/number of characters/etc.
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