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| Cup of Coffee | Apr 28 2010, 05:27 PM Post #1 |
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Cain The streets bustled in the city. Most were heading to work, the bright sun managing to light up the streets, despite the high and many buildings that created so many shadows. It was the city of dreams. The Big Apple. Suits, jeans and leggings lined legs that moved as fast as they could to get to their destination of importance. Coffee fueled them, most holding the signature brand of white and green cup in their hands as the chain had long lines that fed the addicts of caffeine. Few had food that door. Fewer had brought any with them. Almost none were eating as they walked. There were too many homeless for that. To many were hungry. Even if the city was known as 'the Big Apple'. Everyone was moving. Except for the blond who was passed out behind the dumpster. The night had memories of adventure. It was years of no opportunity and a need to survive and the luck that someone with power happened to fancy him. He was wanted only for his body and looks but it gave him a living. It gave him a chance. Just not the chance he imagined he would be getting. He was given a home, food and spoiled, just as long as he did everything he was told to do. A doll and puppet of a man who ruled the city when night fell. Chance had given him the opportunity to live. The opportunity to live gave him the chance to let last night occur. Everyone was out. It was luck, a strange even that had a strange idea hit him. He could run away. Which was bad enough, especially when you got involved with the craziest man in the city and happened to be warming his bed. He knew that to run away, he needed money. Lots of it. Things he knew but never exploited hit him and without thinking, his body moved. It moved until he was gone with nothing but the white shirt and regular pants on him and the one item that made him soar near the top of Wanted men. Not men that the authorities would want, although he would be useful, they wouldn't believe him and wouldn't help him. The Wanted Men that caused the boss of the New York mafia trouble. A suitcase stuffed with so many hundred dollar bills someone's head could spin. The night was full of running, chasing and hiding. He couldn't remember any of it. The blond man who was passed behind the dumpster, an error of not looking forward and tripping, was too far into sleep to remember. The sound of the police siren however forced his lashes upon, as he stared up to the blue sky, blinking slowly and trying to understand a few basic things. He knew it was a sky. As he pushed himself up and rubbed his head, he swore lightly when he felt the large bump on his head. He understood everything around him. What bothered him rather strongly was that he could not remember how he got there or even where he was. The entire nights adventure was sealed after the forgotten fall caused his head to hit the wall and give him a blackout, the silence and stillness that helped him get away but render his entire run away pointless. He could only stare at the briefcase, eyebrows furrowed at the locked briefcase and golden letters that lined it. "Cain," he read out, pausing as he tried to remember his own name and couldn't. Logic told him that since he held the case, his name was Cain. The blond pushed himself up, a rumble coming from his stomach as he stared at the briefcase and narrowed in on a slip of paper that seemed to have been shoved in rather thoughtlessly. He pulled it out slow, careful not to rip it before whistling as the hundred dollar bill in his hands. There were no other slips, but this would at least get him some food. He lifted it up and stared at it, nodding as he realized it was quite real. Which meant that if there was this much from a slip, there must be more inside. Which confused him. What in the world was he doing here and how did he get all this money? The questions took so much of his attention that he didn't even notice the door that opened. |
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| Sweet_Candy | Apr 28 2010, 10:34 PM Post #2 |
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Micah Flynn ------ Dawn reached in between the curtains of a small studio apartment, spilling through the curtains and stretching over the covers and jabbed themselves into the bleary eyes of one Micah Flynn. Winching at the cheery golden light Micah rolled over and buried his head under a pillow. "Argh! Damn it, eight o'clock already? I don't wanna get up!" he groaned but it was inevitable and soon, like a grumpy bear, Micah rose from his warm covers and soft bed and shuffled into the bathroom and glared into the mirror. Taking in angry blue-green eyes and the unruly auburn scruff that had grown on his chin over night, Micah sighed beginning his morning routine rather reluctantly, he had to go to work. Dragon Ink was a little unknown tattoo parlor in the upper west-side Brooklyn, owned by Micah. He had bought it from his teacher/mentor five years ago. Micah loved his job but sometimes he hated getting up so early. At ten-thirty, Micah headed downstairs from his apartment to the shop and yawned as he walked in and shuffled over to the door. A young woman with a bright red Mohawk stood outside, a glare on her sharp but pretty face, beside her a tall, willowy brunette in a green cotton dress a basket in her hand and a serene smile on her lips. Micah smiled at them and let them in, quickly dodging a punch thrown by the red head. "Jackass! We've been sitting out here forever! We could have been raped waiting for your lazy ass." she grumbled. Micah rolled his eyes as he peered into the basket eagerly. "Really Billie, you'd have an easier time raping them than they would you." Micah said as he picked an organic pumpkin muffin and nodded to the brunette. "Thank you kindly Miss Paisley." Paisley just giggled and sat the basket on the reception desk. "I have to do something with all the left over veg from the co-op." she said and sat down with a perky smile. Billie sat on the tatty red plaid couch as Micah switched on the rest of the lights and turned up the AC. "When are Ace and Tessa getting in?" Micah asked. Billie checked her watch and shrugged. "It's still early but they'll get here after Vinci does. Who we got on our schedule?" Micah hummed in thought and furrowed his brow in thought. They weren't as busy as some of the big-name tattoo parlors in the city but they had their regulars. "I think Gino is coming I have to finish inking that snake tattoo of his and Jim, then Leon." Micah said and looked into the trash can and grimaced. It was full to the brim with coffee cups, papers, and other refuse. "Whose job was it to empty the garbage again?" he yelled to Billie. "Ace's I think." "I'm gonna have a talk with that kid." Micah grumbled gathering up the trash on the floor before bundling up the bag and tossing it over his shoulder. "I'm going to take out the trash." Micah finished the rest of his muffin and stepped outside into the crisp morning air. The alley between their dumpster and the next build was still shrouded in shadows as the sun continued making it's way up into the sky. Micah hummed 'Give away now' under his breath as he trotted over to the dumpsters it was only then he spotted the figure of a man standing behind the dumpster and jumped back in fright. "What the fuck!?" he yelled only barely managing the urge to swing the bag of garbage in his hand at the man's head. "What are you doing behind my dumpster man? I nearly beat the crap out of you." |
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| Cup of Coffee | May 1 2010, 03:58 PM Post #3 |
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It didn't hit Cain that guessing what his name what be didn't answer the ultimate question of 'who' he was. What mattered to him more was the 'where' aspects, the important fact that would determine if he was in any danger. He was blissfully unaware that if anyone else had stumbled upon him, he could have ended up in a large amount of trouble. His slightly slouched form could only straighten up as he jumped and used the case as a shield when he heard the yell. Looking around before moving would have certainly been a smart thing to do. Not using the briefcase full of stolen money as a shield would have been another. Smart ideas were his current forte. Luck and quick thinking were. He just didn't know that. "...I," he trailed off, looking around nervously as he took a step back and realized there was nothing but wall behind him. When his blue eyes finally looked at the man, he was even more confused. He had no idea where he was, though now he knew it was behind a dumpster, which was owned by said man. Who happened to be taller than Cain would have liked. Anyone bigger who was asking you questions you didn't know the answers to were always taller than you would have hoped. So, realizing that he hadn't done anything wrong, Cain straightened up slightly. At least he had no memory of doing anything wrong and that had to count for something right now. "I don't know but I probably had good intentions?" Not the best response but the only one he had. He took a few slow steps to stand beside the large container rather than behind it before he realized something much more important needed to be address. "So I'd prefer it if the crap wasn't beat out of me." The confidence in his mind didn't transfer, the words mumbled at best. He had no idea where he was, who he was or why he had all this money and considering that this man didn't bring back anything, he doubted he knew either. "...Although is it possible to know where exactly we are right now?" It seemed like a reasonable question that he could be helped with. Even with rather strange circumstances. The blond's stomach took that moment to announce that location and identity didn't quite matter at the moment, grumbling loudly in the atmosphere that was much to quiet, his arms moving quickly to cover the sound. As if slim fingers could stop it. "...and the nearest place to get something to eat?" (>< Sorry for the wait!) |
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