Killing Is My Business
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Thread Topic: Killing Is My Business
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Well, that's okay. So, do you want to start or should I?
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Could you?
If you don't want to, I can still. Just gonna be off for the night soon probably -
I can totally start but, I'll probably start later tonight or tomorrow.
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The sun was setting below the horizon, the evening coming to a close as night was soon to come. Constance held her famous book in hand, the book about human rights; the book was at least a year old and helped the people acknowledge the importance of human rights. This very evening Constance had a public speech about human rights in the neighboring town to spread her knowledge. The brilliant maiden was tired of old Samuel Oxford's hateful speech and took her speech elsewhere, more specifically in the harbors of the town.
The harbors were still and quiet, once bustling with life now remained calm. Book and brown leather bag in hand, Constance took a look at the ocean. The smell of the ocean filled her nostrils, and all was quiet; everyone was indoors resting from a hard days of working, causing the world around her to be silent besides the clashes of water against the ships. Her boots clicked against the planks as she approached the railings, her eyes gazing down to the clashing waters against the wooden pools that kept the harbors from collapsing into the depths of the sea. The overworked woman took this time of silence to relax and feel calm. With the security of being alone, Constance closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of the sea.
Is this a good enough start?)) -
Yeah, its good)
Paz was looking over the paper he had that held the details of his next target written down on it. He was still on the way to the port to do this but would arrive soon, he knew. The sun shining down brightly upon the ship as she sailed on. His crew was mostly below deck, a small group of just fifteen-twenty men and women. Just enough to work good enough to keep the skip well off.
"We will hit down in twenty, sir." said the man at the wheel. In the far far distance you could see the land, easily. Though so small from such distance.
"Prepare everyone for when we land. We stay here for a day or so, so I can get this done with. I'll take over." he said walking up the steps and grabbing the wheel. The man made his way below deck as they continued on. -
Constance opened her eyes and looked at the horizon, watching the sun slowly disappear behind it. She began walking down the planks, prepared to return to her motel room that was two blocks away. Constance walked along the port, looking over her shoulder towards the sea.
In the distance, she could see a ship approaching near but, assumed it was a simple transporting ship. Constance took a small breath, stopping for a moment as she gazed at the sea. She reached down, lifting the skirt of her dress and placing her fingers into her boot. Constance adjusted the knife in her boot just as a simple precaution in case someone wants to cause trouble. Once adjusting the knife, Constance took a long walk home, walking down the port as she gazed at the ocean. -
Dalton and his crew were all stood on deck as they stopped in the docks of the harbor area. He looked out at the men and women of his crew, who were all staring back up to him. "We aren't here for very long. I have business to attend to, when that is finished we set sail once more. Now go and enjoy your time while it lasts! Get drunk, have fun. If you aren't here when we leave you will be left here. Remember that." he spoke. His crew dispersed and got off, and soon he did the same. Making sure he had his sword to his side as well as his pistol in case. He never goes anywhere without it. "Best start asking questions to find this woman." he said to himself as he started down the bridge onto the land. What better source of information than the pub, bar or whatever you would love to call it. Surely they will be able to help him, wvwn if for a price. He didn't mind bartering for information or anything after all.
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Constance often passed a small bar, bustling with excitement and gossip, tending to have a drink of wine before heading home. Not having much money, she stood for a moment, scrutinizing the bar. Low lighting peered through the windows, candles illuminating the center of folk's tables as well as the petite woman and large men converse.
A small drink wouldn't hurt Constance thought, after her success earlier in the day. She opened the bar's doors hearing a gentle ring echo in her ears. The ring brought a few people to face their attention to the woman as she settled from a stool by the bartender. She sat up straight and looked professional but, almost unapproachable. Constance drummed her fingers on the counter, waiting to be served. -
Paz* i messed up)
Paz spent a good few minutes walking to the bar, keeping his eyes open as he did so in case he saw who he was looking fir along the way. The sun now down, the place was filled with lanterns laid about and hung above to provide night for the people. He got to the bar place soon, and pushed into the dimly lit drunk infested place and made his way up to the bar, to one of the people who was on the otherside and took a seat there. "Just give me something, real quick. I have some... Questions." he said quietly, but loud enough to be hesrd by the man. The man returned quickly with a glass filled with a liquid, handing it over to him. "What do you need?" asked the bartender guy who leaned his elbows on the bar, awaiting. -
Constance drummed her fingers on the counter, gazing at the book laid before her. She hooked her arm around her leather bag, feeling the contents of other books and various papers crumbling as she held the bag close. These documents were important and classified if stolen would erupt trouble for Constance. She cleared her throat, as the soft drum of her fingers echoed in her ears. Constance gazed around the bar, staring at some of the drunken males try to swoon woman. She bit her bottom lip, returning her gaze down to look at drumming fingers, waiting for her whiskey, patiently.
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Paz stared up to the man before him, one of the barmen there. "I am looking for somebody, a woman to be exact." he began to speak quietly so as not to be heard by the any others who may be eavesdropping possibly. "She, from what I know, is quite into human rights and the such in that area I believe. Do you know where I can find someone like this?" he asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pouch filled with money, stealthily sliding it over towards the man. "I am...curious about her." he finished.
The barman stared down at him for a few moments, before taking the pouch and putting it in his pocket. "There is someone in here-" he said, nodding all the way to the other side of the bar. "That's all you get." he finished before going back to what he does. Paz nodded his head, sipping upon the liquid once again. -
A waitress with a rather simple attire approached Constance, carrying a platter of whiskey and beer. She grabbed a small glass of whiskey, turning herself around to face the counter once more. Constance took a sip of her whiskey, crossing her legs as she appreciated the treat for herself. The political woman licked her lips, gazing at the crowd of the men and woman once again. She noticed familiar faces, such as those who remained throughout her speech earlier that morning. Celebrating a hope for a better future, a better government Constance thought, drowning her alcohol. She cleared her throat, the whiskey burning her throat.
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Paz kept aippijg upon the drink that he had been given, his eyes keeping in the direction were the man had pointed. He could see a woman with a drink herself, and kept his eyes on her, but not noticeably where one could easily tell what he was doing. Having a good idea of what she appeared like, he got up from his chair and exited through the doors outside and leans against the wall beside the bar. Keeping his eyes out for the woman for whenever she would come out now and again looking to the stars as well.
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Constance finished her whiskey, clearing her throat as she stood. She gathered her things, gazing out the window looking towards the night sky. Her brows furrowed, Constance's mind full of tomorrow with her meeting with the other human rights activist. She held a tight grip on her leather bag and book, stepping out into the cold air. Constance looked out in front of the bar, noticing the man leaning against the wall. She clicked the heel of her boot, the one without the knife against the ground, almost preparing herself if required to attack for the better of her safety. Constance cleared her throat and walked down the wooden planks, her gaze on the man.
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Paz stared at the woman through the corner of his eye as she came out, noticing her as the one he was after. He saw her looking his way, and that she soon started walking. He gave it a few seconds until there was a comfortable distance between before starting behind her. His steps light and quiet so he wasn't heard.
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