L o v e G a m e [Open/mature]

WarriorWolf · Subject: Re: L o v e G a m e [Open/mature] Fri Jul 10, 2009 3:07 pm

-Strip me of my powers, beat me with your chains-

What if he had lied, what if he had used a false name and age. All the what ifs filled him, before he shoved them away. The male would probably sense the lie on Seth's tongue, and pull the trigger. A sigh of relief escaped Seth when he pulled away, feeling the gun disappear from his throat. The cool metal that could've turned hot, piercing hot. If only for a brief second, before he felt nothing. The thought of death interested Seth a bit, mainly because he had been in many near death situations. Five years old, and he ran across the road. Ended up making the car swerve into a ditch, but it had come close. The explosion of a propane tank, he didn't remember when that was. All he could remember was insufferable heat, and screaming. A lot of piercing screams, burying into his mind. That had been the worse of it all, not the burning leg, but the crying. A gun pointed to his neck was just another encounter, probably why he wasn't really afraid. Death had been right around the corner from the start, that much was obvious to Seth. So why not test it, go to the extreme. Put yourself in tight situations. Add the little bit of fun into your life, kill something. Assassinate someone. Had that really been his thoughts at the beginning? The first kill had been hard, obviously, but after it all came instinctively. Pulling the trigger was like picking up a glass of juice. Nothing really bothered him anymore.

Seth cracked his fingers, and sighed. What was he to do now, stand around untill he was kicked out. Or just leave. Go home, and found out that he won't wake up in the morning. If he really wanted to kill Seth, he would've already. So what necessity was there in knowing his name. Age. What if he had told a lie, and what if James had fallen for it. Though if he had figured it out, then Seth was a dead man. Yet, he was alive now. So what, James would wait for a different time. Seth stood there, still looking down at the ground. Occationally looking at the blood, his eyes studying it for some reason. The contrast was anything but new, red on white. Blood painted along the floor, or the wall. Like an insane artist, using people's brains as color. A gun their paintbrush. "What if I had lied..." Seth whispered to himself, still lingering on what could've happened. Always living in the past, not caring about anything in the present. The future was just stupid to think of, because it was constantly changing.

Tschurtschenthaler, Diavolo. He blinked at the names, and looked at the male. He felt something, like he knew the male. Yet it wasn't clicking, but he was beginning to piece together everything. The fact that Seth had been caught, wasn't only a beginner thing, but because James wasn't a normal human. His actions were to quick, agility only Seth's kind had. Which made him blink again, before swearing under his breath. He had been sent to kill another assassin, a better one then himself. Everything had obviously pointed to being set up, to being sent on suicide. His fist clenched, and then relaxed when he brought it to his lips. Sent to kill another assassin was one thing, the fact that James was more expirienced was another. Everything together meant that Seth had been meant to die that night either way. He had never had a chance against James, which was already obvious to the younger male. He swore again, when James looked at him. Knowing fully well that he had been set up, which pissed Seth off just more. Being called a kid wasn't helping, but he ignored that. What was he supposed to do, except survive now. His only thoughts were to kill his so called 'trainer', or client. Thats all that filled him now, was revenge. Something that could easily blind him, and so he tried calming himself. Seth bit his lip, and looked at James as he stood up. Telling Seth to leave only relieved him more, calming him down a bit. He wanted nothing more then to go home, and sleep possibly. He blinked at the next offer, and held back a blush. He probably should've told the guy off, called him a flaming homo. Yet, Seth had nothing to say. He was exactly what he would've called James, but it was interesting to hear that the male was too. That part would've made Seth blush, had he not forced it back.

[Ok sucks D: xD but sorry for taking so longD:]

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sakumaryuichi · Subject: Re: L o v e G a m e [Open/mature] Wed Jul 08, 2009 5:59 am

you're like toxic to me, slowly killing me inside with each breath I take ♥

He grinned when he finally got an answer out from the Kid, whom now actually had a name. "See, that wasn't so hard?" He pulled away from the younger male, leaving him standing up while he sat down on the armchair again. He had gotten what he wnted out from him, his name and age. So he was at least legal, that was both a good and a bad thing. If he got caught, he could be sentence to death, but the good thing whas that he could do whatever he want, even get a weapon licence, if he had even thought about it. James got it when he turned 18 so he could keep guns inside his house without getting it questioned or taken away. If he didn't have it, he would be arrested for illegal using of weapons. "If you had coopreate from the beginning it wouldn't have been neccessary to threath you, just a waste of time dontcha think?" He blinked at him and looked down on his bloody left hand, the pressure he made when he held the gun hadn't stop the blood, only making it worse. 'Dammit' he thought for himself as he took off the shirt to rip it and take half of it to wrap it around his hand.

He shouldn't let his anger get to him so, it always got ihm into trouble or hurted someone who didn't need it, or someone like himself. He had sacrificed many so called 'friends' a few years ago just for his stupidity and hos hot head. He had never herd of them, he heard rumors that all of them had been executed. He wasn't too happy about that, that was a sign of him being weak, that he needed more tranining to become perfect. And With the training, he had become the ultimate weapon peple where fighting for, fighting against. Wanting dea dor alive, it was just a matter of time before someone had to pay, either him or the mafiosos. The one with the strongest will would win, and right now, it was James. "Frigging carpet, why did I choose white again?" He looked down at the blood, his blood, and the remaining of the cups, those white shards painted red. Maybe he could try a red or a black carpet, that maybe would fit in better?

He almost forgot Seth, but his eye still looked for movements, a habbit he learned on his way, it was good to always have it as a habbit when your life always was on the line. His attention turned back to Seth, and let a wicked grin get over his lips. A grin you could se on those maniacs on TV before they where droven away to the mental hospital. "Hello Seth, and welcome to my simple home." He gestured around him. And his home wasn't really 'simple', just in his eyes. Used to mansions and castles, this where only small things compared to those houses. "Sorry for not introducing myself, I am James Tschurtschenthaler, also called 'Diavolo' by the news, the poilce and the FBI[b]." [/b]He leaned back and rested against the back of the chair, butting his arms behind it also, still looking right in the eyes of Seth, to see his reaction. If he was going to be angry at his leader for sending him to him of all people. Maybe he would be shocked to know that it was him, or maybe he would be afraid? Who knew what kids had in their mind, aah, to be 18 again. "And I'm 23, so I have all the rights to call you a kid, fresh meat." He loved to give out nicknames that annoyed people, he had called his father Zombie before he died, earning himself a punch in the face, but that was worth it. He had called all his trainers for all different ugly words, in both english and italian. "Well, since I got what I wanted, you can leave my house now." His face turned serious, he didn't want anything more to do with this Kid today, maybe tomorrow, but now he needed to head for his bed if he wanted to still have his good looks for the rest of the week. "But if you want to stay that badly, then join me in my bedroom." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestive towards him. He couldn't be serious when he talked to people like this, he could only be a teasing perv, and maybe a charmer too if you wanted it that way. He didn't change because of you, you changes because of him. He had always been the same old pervy prankster like he always had been. But when he grew up, he took life a little bit more serious, well only his job, but he tried at least.

Sex is evil; Evil is sin; Sin is forgiven; so let's begin

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The demon in broad daylight..

WarriorWolf · Subject: Re: L o v e G a m e [Open/mature] Mon Jul 06, 2009 8:34 pm

-Strip me of my powers, beat me with your chains-

Seth knew he was getting to the male, that much was obvious. The more he stalled, the more pissed of the guy got. Which could prove stupid, and fatal. The more he asked questions, the closer the Old Man's finger got to pulling the trigger. Was it really what he wanted? Did he accept death, expect it. He knew it was inevitable, but he also knew he was young. Naive. Yes, he would admit it. Did he fear death, no. It'd hurt much more to living, and alone like he was. It clicked inside, the reason he wasn't afraid to die. Lonely. Or was that really it, Seth was confused. He didn't feel alone, but he knew he was. He felt like there should be more to it then just that, loneliness. How does one not fear death because of something like that. There was definitely more, but nothing came to mind. Was it the prospect of the option he was given, the one option that kept him alive. Stay with him, be a bedwarmer. He shivered a bit, remembering the male's touch. Any normal guy probably would've called him a sick fuck, but Seth didn't know what to do. Was he liking the attention he was gaining from the guy, probably. It was likely another reason why he was stalling, to gain that attention. It had been the only touch Seth had had for a while, had it really had an effect on him. The fact that Seth was getting under his skin, was making Seth entertained. A sick entertainment, that could end up in his own death. What would happen to his body? Nothing probably, it wasn't like there was anyone that would care. Not about him.

How had he really ended up in the business of assassination? A question he was sure all assassins asked themselves. It had been before the incident with the football team, so why hadn't he just killed them. Inexperience, and curiousity. Which one was dominate that day though. After losing his parents, he had been left with everything. Of course, he didn't have a clue what to do. He couldn't even recall how he lost his parents, but it wasn't like there was a funeral. Now that he thought about it, there was nothing. He came home one day, and the house was empty. Shrugging it off he only got worried once it got dark, and then the assumptions filled him. By the time it hit the third day, he hadn't gone to school, and he was a mess. The carpets had been wet from tears, countless sessions of crying. Seth had been found by 'Krillin', who introduced him to a job. Of course as he went along everything seem to hit him. The only next assumption was that his parents had been assassinated, which was why he had trained hard. Just like any teenager who had that kind of situation, he was determind to find his parent's killer.

Did Seth know the man holding a gun to his neck, no. He seemed familiar, but everything was blank. What did it matter, his life would end soon right? Yet, with all this stalling he wondered if the man would actually pull. So far he hadn't, what was stopping him? His leader, that made Seth laugh inside. If he was to leave the house tonight, he'd probably kill 'Krillin'. It would surprise the shit out of the man, seeing Seth walk up and shoot his brains out. He'd give the your-supposed-to-be-dead look, and then the shocked one. Where the wall behind him would be painted with blood. Seth clenched his fist, and looked around briefly. "I don't know you.." He said, biting his lip. He wanted out of the situation, to face the male and talk to him. Though impulse might make him do something stupid, so in a way he was happy in the position he was in. "Seth, 18." He said, a bit acidly. He had just given in, but why? It didn't matter, he'd be killed either way. Now or then was just time, stupid wasteful time. He blinked, waiting for the sound of the trigger being pulled. The brief second before the bullet plunged into him, painting him all around.

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sakumaryuichi · Subject: Re: L o v e G a m e [Open/mature] Mon Jul 06, 2009 3:43 pm

you're like toxic to me, slowly killing me inside with each breath I take ♥

James loved the thought, the knowledge of having the control, that the person he was controlling couldn't do anything about it, and he could either save or kill, loose or gain. His other hand, the one that wasn't holding the gun, was resting on the other's hip, knowing he could throw him down if he tried anything funny. He was still kinad tierd from earlier, and he wanted to sleep. But since he had a 'visitor' who kept him fro doing what he wanted, he was kinda grumpy, but a bit happy it wasn't some old creepy guy that tried to break into his house. "Yeah, what do I want from a Kid like you when I can get anyone and anything I want?" He pondered for a bit, or, made it look like he was pondering. "A good question, but do I want to answer it?" If the kid could play dirty, he sure as hell also could do it. He wasn't going to answer more questions if he didn't got answers to his. He was getting annoyed by this Kids behavior, wasn't he teached to respect the older? He could easily kill him now, but still he was mocking him like he was the one in control, and that thought only made him more irritated.

His last so-called 'lover' was nothing but an disappointment. First, when he didn't know whom he was, everything had gotten smoothly. But one day when he came home with blood on his hands, things had gone a from perfect to awkward to disaster. He became a nervous wreck, believing he was some serial killer and that he was either going to be killed or sent to prison. So when he was about to turn him in, which assassin in their right mind would let them go, just cause he got to fuck him dosen't men de loved him. So he killed him right on spot, letting that wreckball a peacefull death. A bulled right between his eyes, no pain just instant death, de didn't deserve to be killed, but something has to be done, since he didn't want to be killed in prison either. He pressed the cool metal closer to the others troath, almost cutting off his air, almost. But he decided that he would only do it if he didn't get an answer this time, and when he was on the edge of passing out, maybe shooting him in the foot would give him the clear message. He didn't like to repeat himself, and to have questions without answers. His bloody left hand was putting bloodprint on the gun, nothing he liked at all. Better that than bloodprints on the kids clothes. If he had done that, maybe he had to rip those off him. He chuckled inside, that wouldn't have been such a bad idea either. That was one of the thing that made him special. He was left handed, but could write and handle a weapon with his right hand, but he did poorly at it. So everytime they had taken his fingerprints, they had never got a match. Idiots only taking it from his right hand, they really was some stupid force. In Italy, they would have taken a faceprint if thye had to go that far for prove people gulty.

He knew that his maids where probably at the door, looking at the fight and try to save their master if they had to do it, and prepared to clean up the mess after the stranger had left. They were so loyal it almost brought a tear to his eyes, almost. Except that James didn't cry, and he didn't have feeling for his maids, only thankfulness. "Kid, do you really know whom you are messing with, whom your leader sent you on a mission to kill?" He let out a chuckle and you could almost feel the irony drip from his words. If the kid didn't know, he may have pity on him and let him go free, or go to his bed right away, depending on his answers. "Or maybe this preassure is too big for a kid like you, so the cat got your tounge?" This was really nothing, but to an amateur, it might be the biggest thing they've ever done, or might be the biggest thing they will ever do, if they didn't got killed for being clutzy, like they always where in the beginning. Wrong and to little training would get you sooner or later, slacking off gave the worst punishment, always. But this kid didn't seem like a slacker, just the first statement, wrong training from wrong leader. Maybe he could take him in and train him up himself? If he could handle the preassure and got the stamina and skills for the job. If not, it was easy to dispose of the trash. But since the kid was a hard talker, he probably wouldn't get an answer out of him, this time.

[center]Sex is evil; Evil is sin; Sin is forgiven; so let's begin

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WarriorWolf · Subject: Re: L o v e G a m e [Open/mature] Mon Jul 06, 2009 9:06 am

He recalled his child years, and the dreams of being a police officer. Yes, he had had thought about it when he was younger. Running around and chasing bad guys, having a gun. He remember acting out a chase scene, in his old house. With one of those fake revolvers, and a trucker hat. Telling everyone to freeze, and stop in the name of the law. He even handcuffed his father when he walked in from work, of course they were just plastic handcuffs. The laughs and joys of childhood. His mother didn't really aprove when he brought his 'gun' to the dinner table, but all he would say was that he might have work soon. Which made it cute, right? Well it made her shrug her shoulder. The little con artist aswell, escaping out of things. When he was really young, he had escaped his crate. As he got older, so did the game. Lock picking, breaking and entering. Of course, he never got caught. He never took anything, there was just a thrill in it. Knowing you got into someones house, and they had no idea. The feeling of almost being caught, and then leaving. One time, he had almost got caught. But, someone had just been going down for a midnight snack. The lights on, he made his way to the exit. They hadn't spotted him, which was good. But as he slipped out the window, and closed it. The person had walked up to it, just to stare outside. Pressed against the house, he had made his way along it. He was snapped back into reality, from the sleek swift movements of the male. Swift and silent, which made Seth blink once.

The cold press of the gun, Seth blinked but did nothing. In an instant, the gun could go from cold to searing hot. Then, there would be nothing. Silence, the end. He would be left with a bloody mess to clean up, which Seth doubted he cared. The whisper, so close ot his ear, made him shiver a bit. If only briefly and unnoticable. He was close, but Seth wasn't sure if he was to close for comfort. What kind of situation was he in? How had he got there, and why hadn't he pulled the trigger. The barrel that was pointing at the male, had been reversed and presses against Seth's own neck. The bullet that should've been buried in the Old Man, was now potentially going to be implanted in his brains. All because of a name, and an age. What did it matter, the Old Man could simply kill him later. To what purpose did his name and age serve, if only to live a fraction longer. He saw no point, no reason. If his life ended then, or later. What did it matter? Either way he was dead, right?

Option B? Seth thought, looking down. He was going to be given a different option, which worried him and made Seth curious. He continued to feel the press of the gun, and the breath of the other male. Seth had been to clubs and bars, and not all her directly straight. He was still trying to figure that aspect of his life out. While he was afraid to admit it, he was sure he was gay. It didn't help that when he was thirteen fourteen, some guys had used him. He had been the waterboy for their football team, which meant taking care of all the towels aswell. He didn't fear that locker room, but it made him shudder a bit. To be used just like some toy, for their own pleasure. Seth bit his lip, but his face stayed flacid. Nothing showing, except his eyes. The only thing that was able to give him away, in multiple ways. That point on, he had been curious. He had wondered if he had any feelings towards the opposite gender. After that one time, he never did watch porn, not the straight kind atleast. He didn't find it hot at all, which was just another reason for his thoughts of being gay. A slight shiver went down his spine, at the touch of the other male. His lips and teeth, nibbling away at Seth's ear. Bedwarmer. Stay in the house with him. All of it was confusing him more. "What would you want with a kid like me..." He put meaning into the word kid, but not by being sarcastic. He was really starting to get confused. Was the older male going to shoot him, blow his brains out. Or seduce him, make Seth his. He bit his lip again, before looking over towards the male.

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sakumaryuichi · Subject: Re: L o v e G a m e [Open/mature] Sun Jul 05, 2009 2:17 pm

you're like toxic to me, slowly killing me inside with each breath I take ♥

He looked at the kid silently for a while, and then let a soft laugh escape from his lips. "True, but I have at least one FBI agent on my roof now and then. So why not take that job?" His eyes twinkled mischeif as he looked at the Kid. He surely had some guts, he had to give him credits for that. But James was not happy that he hadn't either given his name nor his age, and since James had been quite spoiled, he wanted what he asked for. His laugh died and his eyes became cold again, if looks could freeze, this whole room would be made of ice. He was not going to let this Kid fool around with him, he wasn't that kind of type who let people get away with making fun of him, James Tschurtschenthaler. He was after all a fearsome assassin, didn't this kid know who he was, and that he was playing with fire?! He rose from the chair, and silently and gracefully he moved towards the Kid. He was like a cat in his body, graceful and silently as he moved. He didn't make any sounds, and if you didn't saw him, you wouldn't believe that he was moving. He had played this game long enough, and he was sick of it already. Feeling still betrayed and therefore his anger increasing, and this poor Kid was the closest target for now.

He didn't sneak, he just stood behind the Kid, pulling up the gun and placing it against his neck, the cool metal against skin, what a thrilling feeling it was. "I'm not someone you should take lightly, Stranger. So answer my questions and then get the hell out of my house and never return, got it?" His lips where close to the Kids ear, his breath ghosting over them. He licked his lips as he grinned wicked, head coming up beside his as he turned his head a bit, so he could see his eyes,those mesmerixing hues. "Tell me your name, and your age." He could figure out whom he was anyways, he just had to go to Krillin and force it out of him. That would be fun also, but this was even more fun. "If you don't wanna answer, it's okay. I've been tierd these days, and maybe my finger will get it's own life and pull the trigger?" He whispered, not wanting to scream at him. James had never once yelled towards a human in his whole life. He didn't see the point in yelling, You couldn't get your message out better if you yelled, whispering had a much better efefct. And if you didn't listen to when James when he spoke, you had yourself to blame if you ended up with a bullet in your leg.

His staff, maids and butlers knew what he was doing, but they didn't spoke anything about it, neither did they go to the police. They had a good pay, they didn't get dragget into the mess and they lived in his house for free. They couldn't ask for more. Sure, they helped him to dispose of evidence, but that wasn't too much. He had choosen his staff carefully, only choosing people out from the street that would be homeless and probably dead the next day if they gave him in. He wasn't the best for nothing. "I'll give you a second chose also, just cause I'm feeling so nice today." He continue to speak, he wasn't the type that would look at you and try to fuck up your brain totally by silence and hateful glanecs. No, he spoke either so much you asked himt o shut up, and then he blew your brains out. Or he fucked you over with his words that you where on the edge to become insane. "Become my little bed warmer, and live in this house together with me, and dispose of that amateur work you have." He would never have suggested anything like that if he didn't thought of him as either pretty, hot, sexy or anything like that. And this guy was interesting, so he could give him a chance. Oh how many that would kill for that position, too bad there haven't been anything to kill for it, yet. James nibbled softly on the Kids earshell after he finished his sentence, showing that he was actually serious, maybe, if he didn't regret it after it had been accepted. That had happend a lot of times, it was just too fun to se their litted faces and the happiness the moment he killed them. 'well, at least they diead happy those fuckers.' He could be a nice guy, sometimes, if he wanted to. It was just that problem, he didn't want to.

Sex is evil; Evil is sin; Sin is forgiven; so let's begin

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The demon in broad daylight..

WarriorWolf · Subject: Re: L o v e G a m e [Open/mature] Sat Jul 04, 2009 9:43 pm

Then there was the other debate, the one of speaking. Truth or lie? Which one. Of course, Seth knew how to lie. He knew how to lie very good, but to lie to a man like this one. He wasn't sure he could pull it off. If killing him was hard, then lying to him would be just stupid. Though that seemed like what he was, stupid. Seth had pulled a few jobs for 'Mr. Krillin', but this one had seemed like the end. Especially with the reaction he had got from the older male. The man he had done jobs for, didn't seem all that big. Just another leader among low lifes. The reason Seth went to him for jobs, the man provided him with easy work. Of course, Seth guessed he no longer was needed. Seth gave no reaction to the Old Man, as he decided to call him. If he was the Kid, well Seth could retaliate. Age, to tell a lie or the truth. In truth, he was only 18. In a lie, he could probably pass for twenty. Seth knew his limits with a lie, and that's what made his effective. Most, thought to make up some elaborate one. His were more like stretches of truth, he placed a bit of truth into the lie. He would only bring the lie an inch away from the truth, making it effective enough. He could say he was twenty two, but he knew he didn't look old enough. Seth's gaze shifted towards the crushed coffee, and the trail of blood. Before moving his eyes back to the Old Man, his words filling Seth.

Seth blinked briefly, at the slight compliments he was receiving. A bullet left, because he was prepared. Had other young assassins come unprepared? It was common sense to have it loaded before going in, incase the magazine slips. If it was unloaded, anyone would be able to hear the click of it loading. Seth couldn't believe that others had tried before, which made him wandered what happened ot them. He wasn't afraid, if the male wanted to kill him he would've. Not that Seth feared death either. Not since the death of his own parents. He was made to watch them burn, the screams filling his ears. While much unlike the Old Man, Seth did have pictures. Only of his parents, when he was younger he never had any friends. So that worry would never come up. He wouldn't want them either, they would just hinder him. If he was out for a kill, and someone took someone close. It would just end up bad, which was why he isolated himself. Seth's multi coloured eyes had scanned the room, seeing all of the random papers in frames. His mind had already figured out the male before him, another assassin. Though, far more experienced. Which only fueled his humiliation.

The concept of a lie returned to him, at the male's next words. That and the fact that he now had the gun pointing at him. If he hadn't told him his age, what made the guy think that Seth would tell him his name. The age wasn't much of a problem, because it was just numbers. But the name was an issue, it was a way from tracking him. His thougths were leading to asking for his name first, but he knew it was unlikely. Seth knew he couldn't dodge bullets, but if he got the chance...no. He knew he couldn't do it, he'd just look even more stupid. He stopped playing with the knife in his sleeve, and stepped closer. He knew the male had no issue with pulling the trigger, he had done it more times then Seth could count. Seth stepped closer, moving up to the couch. "Yes, but then it loses the excitement of climbing your roof.." Seth replied, refering to being a cop. His hopes were to distract the older male from asking for his name, and he had a feeling he wouldn't pull the trigger. Then again, Seth didn't really care if he did.

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sakumaryuichi · Subject: Re: L o v e G a m e [Open/mature] Sat Jul 04, 2009 8:49 pm

you're like toxic to me, slowly killing me inside with each breath I take ♥

James was enjoying this more than he should. He knew he was out on thin ice, playing a dangerous game. But that's what gave him the trill, put a smile hon his lips. Only the word danger made him almost shiver in excitement. The kid was surely playing hard to get, but he guessed that much. He had probably realized what kind of mission he had been giving, a suicide one. You could almost call James a 'test' in your business as an assasin. If you got out of his house alive then you was suited to be an assassin, if you didn't.. Well sorry for you. "How old are yah then, kid?" He wasn't going to give up his new nickname if he wasn't given an reason to stop. Alexander stopped by and placed their drink on the table and James took happily his cappuccino and took a sip from it. aaah, lovely coffee, he couldn't get enough of it. He looked up at him, and something inside him snapped when he mentioned that name. He felt a vein pop on his forehead as he slowly crushed the cup in his hands, not caring about the hot coffee mixed with his new wounds and the blood that was rinning down fast from his hands. "That bloody flithy traitor!" He threw the remainings of his cups hard into the wall, blood slowly dripping onto the white carpet. He didn't care, he could by a new one, or a thousands if he wanted to. Right now, he was furious. That perverted filthy man. First, he had given him good jobs, helping him from his start, and then. When he got older, when he became 16, he had started to frigging come onto him. And now, he wanted him dead?! What's wrong with that man, is he schizophrenic or just plain stupid? He turned towards the Kid, a calmner expression on his face as he took a deep breath to calmn himself down. "Listen, a good advice from someone who has been into this business longer than you have lived probably. Whenever you come out here dead or alive, don't trust anyone. That's the motto of an assassin, if you do, you'll end up dead faster than a drunkard inside a car on a slippery road."

He didn't fee the pain in his hand, it was nothing compared to what he had felt before. Pain was nothing to him anymore, just something that told you that you had either been shoot or got an electric shock. He sighned and sat down on the chair again, brining the gun up again, looking at it. "Smart Kid." he spinned the gun around his finger, carefree if it went of or not. "One bullet left, right?" Guns always made him happy to look at, and to notice this Kid.. Man, boy girl or whatever it was actually had something between his eyes it made him quite impressed. "One of the few beginners that have come over here and actually thinking before going into action, gotta give you credit for that."
If you looked around inside his home, you would see that there was no pictures around. The only pictures you would see was articles inside frames, his works, and photos of him. One was a wanted poster, but it didn't stand a sum what his head was worth, he had cutted out that. It changed from day to day, so why bother tell what it was yesterday when it was a new price today? The reason he didn't have any photos, was cause he didn't have any family. His father was dead, killed long time ago by his own men. He hadn't heard from his mother since he was 10. No other relatives was worth mentioning. No friends either, they made you weak, they could easily be the target instead of oneself, and therefore be a weak link to his perfect record. Even if he wanted to put up pictures of his family, he didn't. He hadn't loved his parents enough, and thinking of the death brought bad luck upon you.

He stopped spinning the gun, pointing it towards the kid "But since I'm feeling nice today. Tell me your name, your real name, and I'll let you go unharmed. Tell me your wrong name, and my finger might slip. We wouldn't want more blood on my white carpet. The stains are so hard to get out!" He wasn't going to give up so easily, he was interested in the Kid, so he was maybe going to pay him a visit some day. He knew his contacts and could easily find him, he was an assassin, he always got what he wanted, he had the money, the looks and the will for it after all. James still held the gun up pointing towards him, proving that he wasn't kidding, but he could have fooled anyone. The kind but childish grin that restd on his lips told otherwise, but those who knew him knew that he was a good actor and could fool anyone. A real assassin only believed in himself or herself and didn't rely on others. "And if you're in this for the money, you could have joined the police force instead. More money to earn hunting me down than killing me thorough some weak contacts." It was true, even thought 'Krillin' as one of his codenames where, had helped him a lot, his name wasn't that big. He held a low profile, too afraid of the police, since he was really really bad at covering up evidence, that looser.

Sex is evil; Evil is sin; Sin is forgiven; so let's begin

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The demon in broad daylight..

WarriorWolf · Subject: Re: L o v e G a m e [Open/mature] Sat Jul 04, 2009 8:15 pm

He had every reason to blow the man's brains out, and then again he had none. Seth was having a battle in his head, which was really angering him. He felt pathetic, and knew this was coming. He wasn't going to be able to handle some big shot, he was more fit for the low lifes. He wasn't meant to kill rich people, the high class. Up there, it was all power. In the slums, everyone was weak. Scared, and paranoid. Thats what made them easy pickings. Up in a place like he was, the people were tough. While some were prissy and arrogant, most of them were tough and leaders. So what in his right mind, other then the large sum of money, made him think he could do it? Seth didn't react quickly, when the magazine was hit out of his gun. So, there had still been the one bullet in it. Yet, his finger still didn't touch the trigger. He let the male take the gun and toss it away. Seth was getting tired of being called a kid too, which was just pissing him off more. Bringing his hand down, he felt the small throwing knife in his sleeve. Though he didn't bother doing anything, he was sure by now the male would probably catch it and throw it back.

What to do now, play along? Hope for a drop of guard, and take the opportunity to slice the male's neck? All sorts of ideas floated through his head, all ending up in failure. Atleast to his mind, they didn't seem like they would work. Suicide. Seth thought about his client, and smirked briefly. Maybe the male had known he wouldn't have been able to kill the guy, just another thing to be pissed off a bit. Though his emotion was anger, his face was flacid holding no emotion. His multi coloured eyes casting down briefly, before locking on the male before him. Stupid. Well it would be the same as suicide, he should've known his client was deceptive. Though the money clearly clouded his judgement. That's all everything was to him now, money. Sure, he got a kick out of wielding a massive gun. But when it came down to it, he loved the money. Seth knew he could probably live in a house much like the one he was in, but that wasn't him. While he liked money, he wouldn't express it. He prefered being himself, and just enjoy the money as he could. Buy a few things, like a big t.v, or some game consols. Nothing to fancy.

He felt the male's breath on his face, and his purple hues looking at him. While, he prided himself on his own eyes, he couldn't deny the beaty of the other male's own hues. Seth had known his eyes were unique in a way, because of their luminosity. But he had never really seen purple eyes before. Seth didn't move, even when he did. Leaving him in the hallway. The debate, stay or leave. His legs brought him forward, into the room. "I'm not a kid, so shut up with that." He spat, still feeling a bit hostile. He wasn't about to be nice to the man who had humiliated him. Seth walked into the room more, and bit his lip at the male's conversation. A pop. He glared at the older male, not caring anymore. "He went by Mr. Krillin, though I doubt that's of any importance.." Seth told the man. He didn't care what happened any more, he was being humiliated by every word the older male said. And why did he seem so damn familiar! Seth moved only a bit more into the room, not bothering to go close to the male.

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sakumaryuichi · Subject: Re: L o v e G a m e [Open/mature] Sat Jul 04, 2009 7:46 pm

you're like toxic to me, slowly killing me inside with each breath I take ♥

James looked at the gun that was pointing towards his head. Did this Kid really had the guts to blow his head in pieces? His beautiful, stunning and sexy head. Nah, no one would ever want to ruin this face. He grinned at the kid, and smacked the gun, not so hard that he dropped it, but hard enough and on the right spot for the magazin to jump out from it's hold and down on his carpet. He had been dealin with guns longer than this Kid had lived probably. "Cause I said so?" He said cheerful, like this wasn't serious at all. To him, it wasn't. This was just some kid that had been send out by some clumsy mafia that either wanted to get rid of the Kid, or was just too stupid. He took the gun by the pipe and took it from the Kid, it was useless anyways so why would he need it? "You don't have anymore use of this. Such dangerous things shouldn't be in a Kids possesion." The Kid was clearly a lot older than he was when he was starting to get involved in this underworld. Hold old was he when his father teached him to handle a gun, 8, 10? He couldn't even remember it. He kicked the magazin away with his foot carefully, not wanting the bulls to go off.

His long hair tickeled his chest as his head moved, his purple eyes looked down at the Kid that was shortler than him, with his 6"2 he was taller than most people, but that had never been a problem. He knew his body and could handle it well, and was probably as athletic as those shortstuff you saw on the t.v, doing their little stunts in the air. He was still curious why someone would send such a Kid to him, when so many had failed, and so many burials that had been taking place for him, just for him. "Tell me Kid, are you on a suicide mission, or are you just plain stupid?" He looked into his. Two coloured? Eyes, well, that was a rare sight, he had only once before seen someone with two different coloured eyes, but it wasn't with such bright colours as the Kids. He was quite mesmerized by it, maybe he didn't have to get rid of him, maybe he could have fun for once sake?

James lifted his hand and let it grace over the Kid's forehead, moving away the hair that was covering his eyes. "You have interesting eyes there, Kiddo." He bended down to take a closer look, lettinh his breathe spooke over his face. After a short while, he straighten himself up and grinned even more than before. "Well, shouldn't you be in bed? Maybe you're sleep walking? Don't touch your daddies weapon box, it might hurt you." He bended down again to pick up the gun as he putted it in his pocket. It didn't have any magazine so it was safe enough. Walking back towards his livingroom and looking over his shoulder. "C'mon kid, sit down here and speak, why are you doing here? Who sended you?" His eyes darkened by his last question. If he got an answer to it, he always gave a little present back. A finger, a head, a foot. Depending on how much damage they had done to him, his staff or his house. If this Kid wasn't careful, he might send them a finger if he was merciful. But it would be such a shame to damage that body so badly, so who knew what he was going to do? "Alexander!" His butler came shortly after he had called. "Yes Master?" He really hated when they called him 'master' it felt so old. He didn't know how many times he had tried to make them call him just James without any success, so now he was stuck with that stupid nickname. "Brin an another cappuccino to me, and a soda for this Kid here." Alexander threw a glance over at the boy, not bothered by the late visits from assassin anymore, used to it long time ago. "Yes, Master" As he left again.. He wondered why his butler still was awake. Shrugging his shoulder, it wasn't his business what they where doing when they where not serving him. "C'mon, I don't bite, unless you tell me to do it."

[OOC; yay for insomniac, it makes my day ;D
haha, don't say things that aren't true m'dear ;>]

Sex is evil; Evil is sin; Sin is forgiven; so let's begin

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The demon in broad daylight..

WarriorWolf · Subject: Re: L o v e G a m e [Open/mature] Sat Jul 04, 2009 5:00 pm

He had never really contemplated killing a person, after all it was his job. It came naturally in a sense. Though when he was younger, and watched movies he always wondered if the person every contemplated killing. Though he wasn't in some movie, where his target had his beloved and he had to aim percisely. He still had to aim perfectly, but the other parts were missing. None of it was there, he just had one thing to do. Kill his target, bury the bullet into his brain. Shut down the man, before he could do anything else. Seth had never asked questions, of why he should kill the man. Not that his client would willingly give out the information. That would leave a tie back to him, making him more vulnerable then he already was. So why then, was he taking forever to shoot the man. It wasn't like he needed more preparing, after all he had a gun and the male was watching t.v. What could go wrong, other then the butler walking in. Seth really wouldn't have wanted to kill another person, not someone who didn't do anything but serve. Sure, he had had to kill more then just his target before. That was only because his target had alerted them somehow, and after disposing of his target. He had several men to kill aswell, before disappearing.

Whether it was the television, or the paper, the news munipulated the truth. All those; "We are getting reports of a shoot out" were just the beginning. The munipulation stretched on, into the details. Seth watched the news, but also took enjoyment out of it. It seemed comically to him, to see everybody elses point of view. Most of the kills he had done didn't even make it on the news, because the gang would just clear it all up. Listening to the news, his attention wavered. A dangerous thing to do. He seemed frozen, confused, lost. He didn't know what was wrong with his body, but it would not move forward. His finger would not pull the trigger, which was beginning to piss him off. What was bothering him about the situation?

Had he not been in that state, his gun would've fired off at the male standing before him. He felt the finger against his chest, which brought him back to reality. In a swift movement the gun was to the male's head, but he didn't pull the trigger. Another bad thing, his target was all to calm for the situation. Seth was more confused, mainly on the male before him. "Why would I tell you?" He replied, his voice trying to be as tough as he could. The male before him seem familiar, for an odd reason. Perhaps it was the reason his finger had not pulled back, which was bothering him still.

[>< Lol your posts are so much better then minexD]

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sakumaryuichi · Subject: Re: L o v e G a m e [Open/mature] Sat Jul 04, 2009 4:02 pm

you're like toxic to me, slowly killing me inside with each breath I take ♥

For being an assassin, he had quite the nerve. He never hide, and he always knew what to sa so he would never be suspicious. He had many friends, but more enemies outside there. He had never been the one to hide, he always stood up and fought. He never got caught, 'cause he was too good for it anyways. James had never liked to watch T.V, you got more stupid for every second you watched it, since it only contained some rubbish. About 98% of everytihng that it showed was just some tales, and the 2% where the news that weren't always right either. They had told everyone that this time, the murdering was taking place around 7 pm, wrong, it was 10pm, dark enough and not late enough. They also said that the death cause was a knife wound, wrong, it was the bullet that went thorugh his head. He hated when people made up stories, especially when he was the main character. He decided to watch the whole thing anyways, and see if anything new was to show up, some few murders, not important persons, and the talk about the war outside the U.S.

Alexander entered the room again, holdin a tray in his hand. On the tray was a cup of cappuccino. He wasn't the 'assassin' you saw in movies. He barely drank alcohol, it was like t.v, it made you get even dumber than the second before, and you couldn't giht off your enemies that well then either. "I thought you maybe wanted this, Master James." Said man took the cup and placed it on the table, and smiled sweetly. "Thanks Alexander, you hit the spot!" With that, the butler bowed and went out from the room, leaving James 'alone.' He took the cup and took a small sip from it, sending shivers thorough his body as the caffeine went into his veins, making him more alert than before. The sea always made him tierd in some way, making him drowsy and too relaxed for his own good. Being an assassin and so open with it he always needed to be on his guard. He wasn't only chased by the mafioso, but by the population also, the 'normal' humans. Those who thirsted after money, those self-esteem people who didn't have a heart. He hated money, it made people so greedy and insane. He did this for fun, he loved to put his life on a line and not knowing if he would wake up either dead or alive tomorrow, like gambling but more fun. Russian Roulette was also fun, too bad he was one of the few that played that game.

He got that feeling, that someone was watching him, and he knew someone was inside. He just didn't bother showing it, so he sat down like nothing had happend as he 'watched' the tv, bu looked in the corner of his eye out in the hallway. Did they never gave up? He wasn't going to get killed that easily. He finished his cappuccino and rose from the sofa, to silently but quick move to the hallway, standing in front of the stranger leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. "Do they never learn?" He walked over to the boy, and poked his chest a bit rough, just so he could feel it. "Who sent you kiddo? And put that gun down, you wouldn't want anyone to get hurt, wouldn't you?" He threw him a bored look, but it wasn't like he was bored. It was quite fun to watch these people's face when he found them before they had the chance of killing him. The new flesh; they always got the chance of killing him, if they could before he killed them.

[OOC; oh nono! It was absolutly great ;D Sorry if it's a bit short, but gotta hit the sack, going up early tomorrow ;<]

Sex is evil; Evil is sin; Sin is forgiven; so let's begin

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................The Commander from Hell
The demon in broad daylight..