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Post by Megalomaniac on Jan 21, 2008 16:52:35 GMT -8
Ze Borscht.. ..Ze Borscht.. Mars wandered down the city streets of California, Long Beach..What was his determination? He didn't know..But he wanted to see this fool who left that girl out earlier.. "..She said here.."The door was open..Mars entered the restaurant with a stingy german scent. It smelt almost rebutting, like mixed smells and devilish hauntings with made any normal person wretch and derive in fear.. Mars thrived in this kind of situation.. Mars approached the wooden barstool and sat down..Even though drinking wasn't his plan..He looked over at the large amount of customers..And he looked around to see if that little miss was working from that one night.. A bartender approached. "Welcome to Ze Borscht. How can I elp you zir?""I'm here to see..The manager..About a little..Business..With one of his workers.."..M.A.P..zir?""Hiss..Yes..That's the one..""...Right zis way..The bartender showed cody to the back door of the large fancy resturant.. Instead of the worker knocking..Mars took it upon himself.. *BANG*.. ...*BANG*... ...*BANG*... Hoping for an answer.. |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 22, 2008 22:45:20 GMT -8
That Tap-Tap-Tapping... Tapping On My Chamber Door--- *BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
A hurried set of feet were heard tapping down on each step, on the way down, as a German made his way to the door. Usual attire. Hard to get warm, these days. Bit by bit, the restaurant was getting cleaned up, but a lot of the building's first floor was still torn apart. To get a knock on the back door either meant a really bad thing, a really good, but secretive thing, or a---"Ja..?"...Who the hell?
He stared at the bartender questioningly. Then back to the person knocking on the door."Can I help you?" |
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Post by Megalomaniac on Jan 23, 2008 19:57:17 GMT -8
"Can I help you?"
Straight to business...
"...Mister "Unfettered"...Yes?"
He watched the figure closely as he looked at the bartender..Then to Mars..It would be rather awkward yes? Kind of strange to behold..He looked at the attire the man was wearing..Mars pocketed his hands in his trenchcoat.
"..A question..
Hiss..
..About one miss..Oh..What was her name..M.A.P..I believe she stated herself.."
She said you were her employer..I want to talk to you.."
He looked over the Bartender.
"..May I come in?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 27, 2008 18:04:36 GMT -8
We Reiterate: Straight To Business "...Mister "Unfettered"...Yes?""...Ja...""..A question..
Hiss..
..About one miss..Oh..What was her name..M.A.P..I believe she stated herself.."
She said you were her employer..I want to talk to you.."...
Joining in this fellow's glance to the bartender, he nodded. In turn, the bartender scuttled off, leaving "Unfettered" by himself with this strange fellow. And immediately, his gaze would fall upon this man."..May I come in?""Unfettered" waited for a few moments. Scrutnizing the fellow with the large trenchcoat. Passing in his mind the possibilities of 'worst-case-scenarios'.
..."Ja."Gently, he stepped back, and towards the staircase, leading up to the second floor, ignoring all the customers as they ate obliviously, leading the fellow up. Opening the door at the top to what would be a rather vast 'living room'... or 'office space'. |
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Post by Megalomaniac on Jun 20, 2008 12:39:46 GMT -8
He sauntered into the office, making it almost seem like a ghost was phasing into his room, as the silent serpent made his way inside, he made note of all the things in his office..Be it desks, chairs and other items that were there for display. Looking around intently for something to see..Something to notice..
But Mars wasn't here for sightseeing..
He was here for M.A.P and "Unfettered"..Her employer..
Now..Let's faux something together..
Last night, a girl by the name of "M.A.P" was found by Mars..Interestingly enough, he'd helped her to her "home" which in this case was..Ze Borcsht..But it seemed that this girl was no ordinary girl..In fact..It was just..Like she was being puppeted and overworked by this..This man..
Mars needed more information..Injustice had been done and yet, for the assassain..
Things would ever seem to become worse..
Black hair sifted as he waited for this..Manager to say something..
Not bothering to sit..Just standing in one place, near the door. He waited and looked at this Manager..He seemed to be..Another interesting specimen.
"Hiss.." was his opening statement..
"..Alright, I want you to listen.." He said with a semi irritated tone..
"..I was told that your they employer of one, Miss M.A.P..Before she was to come to work last night.."
Stepping forward a bit..Hands still in that trenchcoat..
"..Now..I want to know something..
..Hiss..
..Who are you..?"
An awkward question..But Mars wanted to know some things first, before figuring out what's what..And asking about M.A.P..
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 22, 2008 10:22:55 GMT -8
Granted... ...Wasn't really an 'office', more like a place where he did all his paperwork. Heck, there was even only one computer, showing how badly sales had been going. Maintenance was only just enough at this point in time, as well. "Hiss.."
Apparently, his acquaintance had affinities with snakes."..Alright, I want you to listen..""Ja, am..." he'd reply in a semi-bored mood. Though, granted, he did give the man his attention. Looked a bit young... but if he could land a sponsor, maybe they'd last for a bit longer, before they'd be able to stand on their own two feet here. Although, the way this was turning out, it looked more and more like someone who was going to complain that they found 'a fly in their soup' or whatnot."..I was told that your they employer of one, Miss M.A.P..Before she was to come to work last night.."Oh... wait. Was he the one with M.A.P. at that time? Well, the tiredness from his vocal cords seem to wear off slightly, but he still didn't show too much interest, as he sat down at his chair, in front of the table. "Go on.""..Now..I want to know something.. ..Hiss.. ..Who are you..?"Alright. Now he just gave the boy a strange look. His brow was cocked, and his eye-wide as in 'Wait... are you serious?'. Thing was? He was. Blatantly obvious in the eyes. For a moment, he'd let his imagination play off, as if he was being approached by a man in a trench coat, hired to assassinate him, but his plans hadn't even kicked off yet, at this point. A random burglary, perhaps? He couldn't figure... But he wasn't feeling particularly threatened right now. A spinny-chair... oh the uses for evasive maneuvers."Vell..."
"German, six-foot five, two-hundred eight pounds, owner of Deutsche Küche thanks to a special deal between myself und Mr. Asiv, and.... Und..."Had to pause for a moment there. Still slightly bothered by Mr. Asiv's death, he sighed, leaning back."Vell, vat, are you looking for a job?" |
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Post by Megalomaniac on Jul 6, 2008 13:04:30 GMT -8
"Vell..."
"German, six-foot five, two-hundred eight pounds, owner of Deutsche Küche thanks to a special deal between myself und Mr. Asiv, and.... Und..."
Mars listened intently, smirking behind that thin joker mask, as it seems he'd hit a nerve. Mr. Asiv eh? What an odd specimen this white haired young man was, and he hadn't even been in the room less than 5 minutes. However, there were some issues to Mars question..
The reason why he asked such a thing, was to try to get to know the person..He knew that M.A.P was her employer, and with that. He wanted furthermore to know why she was in such bad shape last night, found by one Mars. It would be interesting to see such an answer formalitate in front of him.
However, the answer that this writer speaks of..
..Is..
"Vell, vat, are you looking for a job?"
Why you, Mister "Unfettered". Why did she have to be to work right away..Is it because you hold something against her?
"Hiss..
..I wouldn't rush things if I were you." That deadly tongue lashing out behind the mask.
For all the reasons that he wore that mask, to hide that succulent, pale face of his..It was to hide. Just to hide, from everything, everyone..And not be phased by it..Such is the life of Mars. One of hiding, and deep blatent lives..
Much like the joker mask her wore.
"Besidessss..
He said while taking a seat in the table across from the white haired enigma. Crossing one leg over the other, his buckles tightening on his coat.
..This.."Interview" isn't about you, or me..
..It's about M.A.P."
Crossing his arms, the stangant smell of the room was rather..Thick..No..More like..Stale..
"Lasssst night, I found her..She was badly bruised, badly hurt..
And most of all..Badly emotionally detached.."
Just before making another movement though, he opened a few of the buckles on his jacket, opening it up..Reaching inside, and pulling out a few knives..He set them on the table in front of each of them.
"For reassurance purposes..I want all the information you know.."
Moving back into his seat.
"..Did you have anything to do with that..?"
Hiss..
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 13, 2008 1:00:14 GMT -8
Date Rapist? "Hiss..
..I wouldn't rush things if I were you."...Hissing.
While wearing a mask.
...He couldn't imagine that the mask must've tasted all that delicious. But maybe that was why the guy was hissing."Besidessss.... This.."Interview" isn't about you, or me.. ..It's about M.A.P.">_x..."Lasssst night, I found her..She was badly bruised, badly hurt.. And most of all..Badly emotionally detached.."Ah. Like usual, he meant. Bruised, though?... He admittedly didn't pay too much attention to her. Much like her dog, he let her do as she would, and didn't bother with her too much. Just tenet."For reassurance purposes..I want all the information you know.."---Ah. Now he saw where this was going. Raising a brow at the man, whom he was already getting a bad impression of, he moved about to face a window, taking his time."..Did you have anything to do with that..?" Hiss.."...Look, vat I know, if I know, iz her property. Information that only she should have ze right to divulge. I myself offer nothing more zen a home, a place to vork, und a place to eat. Now, if you're interested in dating her or doing something sexual... zen ve have a problem, und I'll have to hold a restraining order against you... sir...?"Rolling around with his tongue, since he had no idea what this stranger's name was. However, his voice was rather uncaring and monotonic. It was, though, the truth. And though he didn't understand the girl, he at least kept her. That was what he took upon himself to do, after all. |
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