//alqha

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Going Doubles || CLOSED

alqha

Nora carefully adjusted her bag over her shoulder. This was going to be a lot messier than most of her jobs were. Usually she went with poison or some sort of trap, but now she had to go in with her guns and her knives and do this all head on. She hadn’t had a job like that in a while. There was a chance it could actually be pretty fun. And she did have to make sure she was in practice for any sort of job that she got sent on.

By the time she was actually going in, Nora had been watching this guy for a few weeks. She knew his schedule - he sort of had a sad life, honestly, she wondered if maybe she was doing the man a favor - she knew his house. This was, she hoped, going to be fairly quick.

His window was unlocked, and Nora slipped in through it, sitting on the ledge before she dropped down to her feet since she didn’t want to make too much noise. Still, she paused before she started moving. Something was off. The day it was, the time of night, he should have been about to come home from the bar he went to, and for some reason, she heard the t.v. playing out in the living room.

Nora had her gun at the ready, and her knife where she could get to it easily too. When she stepped out to the living room, what she definitely didn’t expect to see was some guy. Not her guy, a different guy. One she hadn’t seen the whole time she was tracking her actual target.

"Now who’re you? ‘Cause you sure as shit aren’t supposed to be here or I would’ve gotten paid a lot more than I did." Nora raised an eyebrow, trying to see if she recognized the guy at all. Which she definitely didn’t.

[alqha]

Jeffrey Fredericks wasn't on anyone's nice list, but he was on an impressive number of naughty lists. There was a good reason for that - he was a dick. Not just any dick, but the kind that didn't pay for certain services. Being on the run wasn't cheap, but it was easy when you had the skill sets the doll did. Almost all of them. That didn't mean he liked being forgotten about when payday came around.

An unexpected visitor, how nice. Alpha hardly paid any attention to the female besides a quick glance. Oh, she was packing, too. Now it was a party. The bowl of popcorn was placed in his lap, patting the couch seat next to him, as if he actually wanted her to join him. "Can you believe this guy? He has reduced fat popcorn. Who eats reduced fat popcorn? It's popcorn!" The blonde man in the bespoke suit enjoys kettle corn, but that wasn't important. Well, the majority of him enjoys the sweet popcorn variety.

That was a completely different story. The remote control in his other hand continued to flip through the channels. "He has almost eight hundred channels and there is nothing on. That's what's causing the downfall of society as we know it. When there were only five channels, people were happy, life was simpler." What was he going on about? Certainly not about the stench coming from the front foyer. It was distinctly metallic in nature, almost copper-like.

"Excuse me - he had almost eight hundred channels. My bad." Direct eye contact with made this time, flicking a pearly smile her way that screamed of instability. Yet, he wore it well. 

[alqha]

//mild hiatus

//ooc: i'll be on my main role play blog(gothamsdisgracedprince) for a while, since gotham is kicking off on the 22nd of this month. catch me over there!

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Yellow belly

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Balisong (Butterfly Knife)

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Nathan Fillion auctioning off a Mal x Inara magnet - Nerd HQ 2014 | July 27 (x)

[homicidamsiren]

+ alqha

[alqha]

The bagged knife was grabbed by the edge and flipped back towards him on the couch. It landed next to him just in time to see her hand remove itself from the weapon she was planning on using. Atta girl - lower those defenses. "Precinct? Please. You could consider me a collector." The man scooted down on the couch, resting his head on the arm. The bloodied weapon was held up above him, examining it. His thumb and forefinger ran the length alongside the cheeks of the blade. It was an intimate touch for an inanimate object. The man once known as Karl had always had a fascination of sharp instruments. While most used paint and brushes on a canvas to create masterpieces, he preferred a more permanent type of medium - such as a blade and flesh. When he was spoken to again, he leaned his head further back on the couch’s arm to get a look at the woman. "If you’re pouring. Might need something to calm myself after watching you work, lady." A wolf whistle echoed in the apartment, turning his attention back to the blade that was dropped on his chest. 

[homicidamsiren]

"A collector," she repeated; the words just rolling off of her tongue. As she poured, the brunette glanced occasionally back to him. She wasn’t going to hide her distrust. She didn’t trust anyone, and the fact he had some kind of fetish to watch her cut up the last poor bastard just proved her gut right. Almost as if she was awaiting for him to make some sort of move, her hues fluttered over him once more before back to the glasses of Jack Daniels. Then again, with her profession, who was she to judge. On the last one, she’d taken her time, but the last thing she expected was to gain an audience. It was almost like Siren wasn’t sure which systematic category to put this guy in. Was he a friend? Was he a foe? Taking the glasses in hand, the long legged assassin made her way across the apartment to hand him the glass; standing in front of the couch. 

[alqha]

"A collector. It's a noun. It means a person who collects specific items." He had witnessed her slice up a man and he had the balls to not only break into her home, but to also be a smart ass. If it wasn't painfully obvious by now, there was something wrong with the blonde, even if it wasn't something that could be physically seen. The knife and baggie was slipped into the blazer's inner breast pocket, just in time for her to reappear with the offered drink. "You're a real sweetheart." He spoke, sitting up to shrug out of the jacket, draping it over the couch's arm. The whiskey was removed from her hand, but not taking a sip yet. "Should we toast? How about to the beginning of a beautiful relationship? See, I left off what type of relationship so you can make up your mind on that later. Just get back to me on it when you've made up your mind - no rush." Alpha happily beamed up to her from his seated position, lifting his glass towards hers, waiting for them to clink.

[xharleydavidson-deactivated2015]

Avery nodded when he told her to call him Al. When he got up and eventually sat down on the edge she turned around to face him, smirked when he said that. "Yeah, you don't? " she asked when he said if she liked the quietness. She then placed her arms on the edge of the pool and just leaned against it. When he made that comment she chuckled softly a little. "You're serious right?" She smiled amusingly and shook her head. "I will have to dream about that." She joked a little then shrugged. "This was the nearest pool, so yeah."

[alqha]

The blonde shrugged his shoulders, still leaning back on his palms. "I don't get much time to myself. The quiet is sort of weird and foreign." Boy, wasn't that the truth. Oh, that was a nice chuckle and smile. Look at that, it was amazing how strangers acted around him when they knew absolutely nothing about the rest of him. He mimicked her smile, growing his own. "Hey, that's where I would be if I could." He fell silent after that, or at least on the outside. This was a perfectly normal situation and it was pleasant, maybe too much so. "I bet we could find a better pool and have a blast. Or should that be splash? Either way, it's not like the owners will care if they're out of town." A grin grew once more, although far more mischievous in nature. 

[alqha]

<//ooc; sorry for the delays on posts! i'll be replying later today after work.>

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Los Angeles. California. United States

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[alqha]

// +collectxr

The blonde snapped at the waist, standing straight. What was that sound? The folding knife was closed, but held in his hand. “You get off easy tonight. Don’t skip on the payment next time.” He bent over, crushing the punk’s throat under his dress shoe even further. “It’s not like we enjoy killin—” Alpha stopped, dropping his mincing tone and a smile broke out on his face. “Okay - you got me, we do enjoy killing people, but we don’t like being stiffed.” The diagonal lacerations on the downed man’s face was a parting gift and reminder from the broken doll.

Now to find where that clicking sound came from. It was a sound not associated with a seedy back alley at this time of night.  

[collectxr]

The photographer’s finger froze on the camera’s shutter button as the other man straightened, just barely avoiding another click. He was lucky enough to have been in the right place at the right time and catch a couple shots of a crime in progress, but that luck had run out fast. The criminal wasn’t nearly as oblivious as he had assumed. Andy lowers the camera, carefully inching further behind the cover of the dumpster he been peeking around. With his eyes locked on the other man, he’s oblivious to the obstacles in his way. A foot connects with a worn beer can, sending it skittering across the concrete.

Fuck.

[alqha]

The sound of the aluminum can bounced off the walls of the alleyway. It might as well sounded like canon fire. It was doing a fine job of informing him of where the rat was. If it was a rat, it was a mighty big one. "Hey pal--" The tone was friendly enough, starting to pick up his pace towards the source of the clicking sound. "--I just wanna talk." The folding knife was squeezed tight in his palm, deciding to slip it into his trouser pocket. For now, that is. Sure - talk, maybe have a conversation with his hands. Whoever it was had just been overhearing and seeing the little chat he had been having with the slashed up fellow on the ground. The idea that whoever this was would willingly surrender was a pip dream at this point.