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Post by aqua2 on Feb 15, 2013 13:30:56 GMT -5
[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top]WORDS: 337 TAGS: ED NOTES: fail post xDCODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #625C5E;] kraven smirked a little to himself as he kicked off from his position against the brick wall. he saw the man he was waiting for approach him from around the corner. the white-haired male had become very well accustomed to meeting people like this, since he desperately needed the money to pay for his stupid apartment. the place was a shithole that asked for too much money, but he figured that just how every place was here in new york. everyone had to get by somehow, right? this was the majority of what he had to do to survive.
sure, ven also worked part-time at the gotham bar and grill in manhatten, but they didn't really pay enough for him to be able to do that and nothing else. he'd starve to death. but that was enough of that for now. the guy in front of him nodded lightly, and ven slipped him the tiny bag of pills at the same time that he received the returned wad of cash. the male hated just leaving after this, since they looked sketchy enough as it was, so he took up some small talk with the guy for a few minutes. it wasn't anything too personal, just hellos and asking how the other was doing. but ven didn't care about this guy, no. he didn't give a rat's ass what happened to him. he was nothing but a customer to ven. as long as he didn't turn around and turn ven into the police, the latter didn't care what he did with the drugs.
but then the meeting was over, and kraven leaned back against the wall again. while he was now out of narcotics, he tended to hang around a bit to assess the situation -- had anyone seen? were people watching? -- just to make sure, if anything. no one caught his initially, but he did see someone a little ways off across the cemetary. ven wasn't sure if he'd seen anything or not..how could he be sure? |
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Post by bex on Feb 15, 2013 16:44:08 GMT -5
Despite the fact that Eduardo was not superstitious, he could not help but find himself to be rather uncomfortable in a cemetery. The idea of walking only eight feet above dead people was eerie to him. While most may come here to visit a family member who had passed on, Ed was here unfortunately, on business. There had been rumours that a dealer working for the Crows had set up in the Woodlawn Cemetery, and the sergeant in charge of his precinct had ordered him to check it out. He would think, that out of all the detectives in their precinct, there would be someone else more willing, with more time on his hands to look into something as pointless as this. Especially since they had no actual proof that there was someone selling in a goddamn graveyard.
Though Ed wasn't exactly surprised, as the sergeant had begun taking all sort of gang activity; whether it was real or not, into serious account recently. With the uprising of the newer gangs, the New York Police Department, in all districts, had been trying to keep detailed tabs on all gangs they were currently aware of, though it wasn't much on both accounts. These kids were smart; smarter than the ones the cops were certainly used to. Most of the detectives who were instructed to investigate gang activity were typically, men like Eduardo. Guys who had actually been involved in a gang one point in their lifetime. Some of them were impressive, though many of them had been wannabees, much to Ed's amusement. Perhaps it was segregation of the boroughs, but the Latin man swore that half of the detectives couldn't understand basic banger slang, which was almost hilarious. And less than half were bilingual, which had been typical back in Ed's day.
He supposed, that it was because of this certainty and arrogance that he graced others with, that had landed him this assignment. If he was truly as awesome as he claimed, this should be no problem for him, right? Especially since it was in his home borough, the Bronx. The Latin man sighed and lit a fag. He had been wandering around the creepy-ass graveyard for awhile now, looking for any signs of junkies, though nobody really stuck out. There were few other people here tonight, though most of them were standing in front of tombstones and crying, so they didn't exactly qualify. Soon, his dark eyes caught a glimpse of a man with bright white hair, having a conversation with some nervous looking guy in a big coat. Huh, maybe it had been more than a little rumour. Eduardo snorted and took a long drag of his smoke, before dropping it to the ground and stamping it out with the toe of his shoe.
Once the man left, Eduardo casually made his way over towards the man, his hands in his suit pants pockets. "Hm," he said, stopping in front of the other man. "An interesting place to sell, I'll give y'that." he commented, his accent was that of someone most definitely from the Bronx, made slightly raspy with nearly twenty years of smoking under his belt. "Think of it yerself or were you put here?" he asked, looking at the other man. "Well?"
words: 546 notes: god, i'm so fucking rusty. eAe;
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Post by aqua2 on Feb 15, 2013 18:48:20 GMT -5
[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top]WORDS: 368 TAGS: ED NOTES: same<3CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #625C5E;] ven gave a light sigh when he realized that the man across the way was walking over to where he stood. he supposed he looked a little awkward, leaning against the main, small building that overlooked the rest of the cemetery while everyone else visiting this place were actually at tombstones. of course, ven could have probably just lied and said that he was just waiting for a friend, but then things would get worse if this guy actually went around asking. so best so just keep things brief. ven didn't know if this newcomer wanted drugs or if he was an undercover cop or what, so he didn't know what to expect.
the question that came out of the man's mouth when he finally got over, however, had ven assuming the worst. he decided to play it dumb -- why admit to this? the snowy-haired man didn't even have anything on him, so there wasn't anything for him to find unless he ran down ven's client, who was pretty long gone at this point. ven tilted his head, blinking, feigning innocence. "i'm sorry? i have no idea what you mean." who the hell was this guy? a cop? he sure as hell was blunt as fuck about what he was snooping around doing.
"who are you, anyway? if you don't mind my asking. have we met before?" of course, ven knew damn well that there was no such meeting between them. the drug dealer had a hard time trusting anyone he didn't know, but he didn't want to come off as suspicious or anything. although he was pretty sure he was failing miserable at that, considering the fact that he was standing here alone in the middle of a cemetery after meeting someone for less than five minutes.
but he held his hand out in front of him in introduction. "i'm ven. are you here visiting someone or something?" he gestured out at the rest of the cemetery at the people hanging around various tombstones. the male wasn't quite sure how easily this new guy would let him change the subject, especially if he was a damn cop or something. but all he could do was hope for the best. |
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