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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Jan 17, 2016 18:45:52 GMT 2
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Criminals. That word alone inspired some sort of patriotic feeling to the blonde, as if that was some sort of nation, family, someone's roots. But really, the underdogs, the people in the shadows who controlled anything untouched by the light - those people were the best. But with new criminals crawling through the underworld, both Bianchi and Enigma had to be on the look out for trouble. It was not that one criminal, or more, could bring them down - no. The thing was..new faces meant new connections. Be those bad or good, it remained to be seen.
Enigma held pride in all the good connections they made with the less "public" people, the shadowy images (or maybe that was just Ruby, considering any contact as priceless) . So when she heard about a new face with dirty hands coming in Chicago, the Righ Hand's interest was captured. No way she was letting the Bianchi get to this guy before Enigma did. Just imagine every criminal being fished by the White Family (the Bianchi) and then they turned those into their own rats, to crawl in the sewage and to bite Enigma's toes. Unacceptable.
This guy was particularily easy to find. Ruby noted him down from the first time he had made his way here, in this doomed city, and kept doing her homework on the man's schedule (once she found out he was actually a teacher). Interesting choice for a career, given that you work daily with people (though bratty teens can rarely be named people) and then you just happen to be killing some, for the same purpose - money. This word, "money", stood on the tip of everyone's tongue, and took up most of their thoughts. It was a waste, really, to let yourself be bought like nothing more than an object, or a puppet.
Maybe that was just Blackwood's opinion. It remained to be seen. The blonde had contacted this teacher/murder-lover with the intention to meet up with him, and give him a little test. Teachers loved those, didnt they? Ha. Ah, dammit, Ruby felt full of jokes on the guy's job. It will be fun for sure.
The man was to recieve a letter, signed anonymously, telling him to drop by the Grand Lux Cafe, where he would meet up with a person willing to offer him a contract. No names, no gang identities, not even the gender of the person was specified. He had also been given an hour to be present at, with no other conditions. It was a public space, coming armed would only be a nice clue for the blonde to form her idea about the man.
Waiting for the teacher to arrive at the given spot (that, if he would consider droping by) , Ruby ordered herself a coffee, nothing too fancy, and sat on the stoolchair, a hand around the warm cup and the other tapping bored against the lid, and she would occasionally take a sip out of the coffee, after it was cool enough. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2016 2:28:06 GMT 2
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He had spent hours sitting inside of his black-on-black Lexus LS, going back and forth on if he really wanted to go through with this. There was something about anonymity that, while he understood, also repulsed him. He had cased the place three times in the last week; stopping in to grab a coffee while he read over term papers of freshmen. Once he brought a book, Sergei Yesenin’s Collection, and he sat quietly and read it - watching everybody who entered. He blended in - just another man at the cafe.
But now the day was here.
He had made his choice hours ago, but still he teetered on the edge. He had made his mark in New York City, and he had more than enough money to live comfortably until his last days. He had talked himself into starting a new life when he came to Chicago, but nothing changed. It was still cold and bitter, and there was still a job to be done. Maxim didn’t see himself as a gun for hire, but instead somebody who set his own rules, a mediator of judgement. This was the reason that he had accepted the proposals of this letter.
He had promptly burnt the letter, but Grand Lux Cafe still rang in his mind. Brushing his suit flat, he reached towards the drivers side door for a moment, his hand resting on the grip of his Taurus 24/7, but then he paused, pushing it back down into the concealed compartment next to his seat. He didn’t need a gun... nobody was stupid enough to carry in the heart of Chicago, at least not in a cafe.
His hands brushed against the front of his suit, flatting out any wrinkles, and then they guided over his hair, ensure that it had kept its form this late into the day. He locked his car and walked the block towards the Cafe, if there was one thing that Maxim would complain about when it came to Chicago, it would be the parking.
But finally he arrived, and his eyes scanned over the nondescript crowd, he took in a deep breath then slowly walked up to the counter. He could hear his heart pounding, but he maintained his outward appearance as cool, giving the barista a smile as he ordered. “Large coffee. Black.” He said quietly, all part of his outwardly shy guise that he had perfected since he came to Chicago. She gave him a smile back, though he attributed her nervous chuckle to be because of his accent, a mix of English and Russian.
After a moment he grabbed his coffee, sitting down at the bar some ways down, and opening his book, Ulysses. He quietly sat there, sifting through the pages, making notes on the margins, as he waited for something to unfold.
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Jan 24, 2016 12:07:10 GMT 2
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Was Grand Lux Cafe a nice spot? Yes, yes it was. Even if the setting looked a bit formal, and if the clientelle mostly wore work outfits, or anything really to go with their black suit. At least it was not Neo, where if you sat at a table alone, you risked getting a lap dance from some dancer there. Definitely not a place for business or a first impression. Unless, obviously, you wanted to hire a pimp. Ruby never really understood Ryan's preferrence to meet with possible contacts at Neo. Sure the place was theirs, and they had backup everywhere in case something happened, but Red felt a bit more classy sometimes.
Her gaze scanned around the place, silently observing everyone around and testing her own detective skills. Married people, cheating people, a woman who either bathed in money or just loved expensive jewellery - damn Ruby was sick of snobs. Snobs everywhere. She couldnt wait to see the Bianchi crawl back into the sewage once for all.
Soon enough, a familiar figure entered the cafe, walking towards the counter too and getting himself a coffee. Ruby kept her silence for a bit more, reading the man one last time before getting to business. Black coffee. Interesting. Black coffee drinkers are usually the no-nonsense type. They are meticulous, well organized and tend to avoid drama in their personal lives. Black coffee drinkers are straightforward and authentic. Since they don’t take sugar in their coffee, they tend to avoid sugar-coating their words as well. These coffee drinkers are great with money and they usually run in the same circles with successful professional individuals. She quickly judged him a bit, in the good way. Ruby remembered all those hours of training to be able to analyse a person, and they really paid off. But was this guy really like that? It remained to be seen.
The blonde grabbed her coffee, and after paying for it, she walked closer to the potential contact. Sugar-free coffee and a book, I'd say you're preparing yourself for something." She offered a friendly smile, situating herself at a polite distance on the next chair. "I'm glad you decided to drop by, Mr Kulakov." That should give away everything he needed to know that the one summoning the teacher was here. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2016 17:33:33 GMT 2
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“Sugar-free coffee and a book, I'd say you're preparing yourself for something. I'm glad you decided to drop by, Mr Kulakov."
Sitting quietly at the bar, staring at the book in front of him - it had taken him a moment to realize what the woman had said. “Well then...” He said quietly, trailing off as he looked up at the blonde woman next to him. She was pretty, not somebody he’d immediately point out for this line of work.
“Preparing, hm, well - perhaps. I’m new to this city, and I’ve found this coffee shop quiet quaint. It’s nice. warm, and right on my way home - there’s no way I couldn’t stop here, plus - the coffee is quite good.” He said quietly, his gaze looking the woman over before returning to look at his book.
“Unfortunately you have the advantage of knowing my name - my friends call me Maxim, what might I call you?” He said, before flipping the book open, sifting through pages. Various notes were etched in the sides, and passages highlighted.
“So, what do you have for me? Or did you intend to bring me here simply to see my face and know that I am not an illusion?” Maxim said, his eyes scanning the book, page after page - to anybody outside of the two of them, it may seem that Maxim was simply talking to himself.
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