Kek
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Post by Kek on Oct 19, 2006 18:40:08 GMT -5
His usual spot, at his usual place, drinking his usual. Zander wasn't too hard to find on friday nights. He always came to this particular club at the same time every week, ordered the same thing, and sat at the same table in the back. Why he came here was anyone's guess. Few people ever bothered him and that was fine. On most days he would be going through a small black notebook that had pictures of various poeple and information. Today, however, he was reading a disgarded magazine.
His eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses, and on his head was a black skull cap pulled low. His jacket was long and made of black leather and it had a high collar which he kept constantly turned up. On his hands he wore simple leather gloves. One had to go to great lengths to hide themselves when they were the color of the midnight sky. ((Anyone want to play with a demon?))
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Post by Damien on Nov 6, 2006 16:26:40 GMT -5
(In case anyone cares I dub the song 'Victim' by Trapt as the current music) Damien sauntered through the crowded club, the band on stage suprisingly good for Open Mike. He was resplendent in tight, low-rise black leather pants, black boots, and a black skin tight sleeveless shirt with about a dozen zippers on the front that lead to nowhere and a see through back that showed off his new tattoo. He also had his normal assortment of rings and his spiral bracelet.
He had two beers dangling from one hand, one open and one closed, and his green eyes narrowed as he scanned the room, looking for a place to put them down presumably. Spotting a mostly empty table he shrugged and made his way towards it. "Hey," he said reaching it and addressing the occupant, "You mind if I..." he trailed off and gestured to the chair.
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Kek
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Post by Kek on Nov 6, 2006 16:30:51 GMT -5
Zander was reading a rather interesting article on martial arts when someone addressed him. He was ready to snap at the fellow and tell him to leave him alone, but he saw who it was, and his curiousity got the best of him. He was at one point and time, one of Magneto's favorites, and now, well, Magneto only had eyes for Damien, and here the bastard was.
Zander narrowed his eyes at him for a momenet before he shifted ever so slightly in his chair and the chair across from him scooted out ever so slightly, clearly gesturing that the darkly clad man could care less. His eyes went back to the article.
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Post by Damien on Nov 6, 2006 16:35:24 GMT -5
Damien raised an eyebrow at the man and then shrugged, he dropped gracefully into the chair and set the bottles down on the table. He leaned down low in the chair and stretched his legs out, crossing them slightly at his feet. There was about a minutes quiet as Dame drank his beer and then he glanced over at Kek, studying him as best he could in the dim light.
"Do I know you?" he asked, head tilted to the side and a frown of puzzlement on his face.
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Kek
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Post by Kek on Nov 6, 2006 16:39:26 GMT -5
"Yeah." Zander grunted as he turned the page of his magazine.
How could this guy not know him. He stalked the halls on an almost constant basis, being bored out of his mind. Magneto quit giving him orders ages ago. Zander was slowly going out of his mind, and it didn't seem to help that no one in the damn building knew how to walk. His tail had been stepped on several times already, and most of those times by some woman who never did get around to saying sorry. One of these days....
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Post by Damien on Nov 6, 2006 19:44:19 GMT -5
"Well you're just full of helpful information aren't you?" Damien said taking another drink from his beer and gazing at the other man thoughtfully. Nowadays Damien wasn't usually this talkative but for some reason he felt like being gabby and pushy tonight. Most likely because he had used his powers earlier in the evening and that always gave him something that was akin to a high. "Now were could it have been." he said narrowing his eyes, "It must have been fairly recent, unless you're an old client."
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Kek
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Post by Kek on Nov 7, 2006 19:46:55 GMT -5
"Pretty recent. We work for the same guy." Zander said as he pulled his hat lower. To his dismay there were several groups of giggling yuppies drawing a little too close for comfort. He kept his eyes on the magazine in his hands and only glanced at Dame for a moment.
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Post by Damien on Nov 15, 2006 21:23:02 GMT -5
Damien closed his eyes for a moment, as if he were replaying the last few weeks in his head. "Ah, I believe I have seen you around." his eyes opening and staying narrowed, the usual bright green darker as he stared at Kek. "I seem to remember you... glaring at me?" he asked, slightly hesitant.
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Kek
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Post by Kek on Nov 15, 2006 21:29:42 GMT -5
"Yup. Must be me. I don't think Magneto has any other black tailed guy employed for him that have a distaste for thos wo waltz in and throw off the internal balance of things." Zander muttered darkly as he turned the page.
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Post by Damien on Nov 15, 2006 21:35:19 GMT -5
Damien raised an eyebrow at him, "Internal balance?" he asked and then chuckled as he picked up his beer and took a sip. "It suprises me that there even was a balance around Magneto." he said as he placed the bottle back on the table. His eyebrows furrowed suddenly as he remembered the first half of that statment, "And besides, I don't even know how to waltz."
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Kek
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Post by Kek on Nov 15, 2006 21:38:10 GMT -5
"I'm sure you find the while thing amusing, but some of us don't." Zander said as he let the magazine fall from his hands and land flat on the table.
"There was a balance, it may not have been stable, but it was there."
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Post by Damien on Nov 15, 2006 21:47:49 GMT -5
Damien looked at him thoughtfully, his body shifting so he faced Kek and he rested one elbow on the table and his cheek against the corresponding hand. "Tell me something," he said suddenly, his eyes trained on Kek's. "Why do you follow Magneto?"
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Kek
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Post by Kek on Nov 15, 2006 21:51:53 GMT -5
Zander reached a hand across the table and grabbed Dame's wrist, "Do you see the color of my skin? I'm the color of coal, there's very little I can do anywhere except for Magneto. He makes sure I'm taken care up and I make sure things go as planned. At least, I did." He narrowed his eyes at Dame for a moment before he let go and folded his arms on the table.
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Post by Damien on Nov 15, 2006 22:18:06 GMT -5
Damien did not like being touched so casually, even if it was out of anger. Very few people ever touched Damien out of that and almost all of them had come to regret it. He leaned back in his chair, his legs on either side of the seat and lifted the beer bottle he had grabbed to his lips and took a long swallow. Forest green eyes stared at Kek evenly as he brought the bottle down and let it dangle from his fingertips. "Well no one is stopping you from doing that." His voice was suprisingly ameciable even if his posture was anything but. "Believe me when I say that's something I won't be doing anytime soon. In fact with me around plans tend to go awry."
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Kek
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Post by Kek on Nov 15, 2006 22:24:02 GMT -5
Zander could feel Dame tense under his touch and misjudged it as prejiduce against him for looking how he did. He just narrowed his eyes and wrapped his tail painfully tight around his ankle to keep him from saying something foolish. Instead he just grabbed his own drink and drained the glass of it's contents, and remained silent.
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