Hitman For Hire

Ah, right on time.

#convos #convo01:future:isaac #//they're really dumb XD

“¿De qué coño hablas?” Isaac asked with a frown, looking a bit confused for a second thoug he was already suspecting his cousin was about to reveal some bullshit idea he’d come up with. If he’d learnt anything about Ivan over the years besides knowing that his cousin would always have his back, was that he had an uncanny ability to pull off stupid shit and it that was never to be underestimated. He sat down even though he didn’t want to. Something was going on, he could sense it and it wasn’t going to be good for him. This was going to be payback for Vegas, he could sense it already… And the strippers walked in. He immediately glared at his cousin, giving him a murderous look before he spoke “You’re fucking dead, asshole”. There was a silver lining to all this, though, there was still a way to turn this around and have his cousin get fucked by this situation, so Isaac smirked “Echo won’t like this at all. You can bet your sorry ass I’ll tell her you brought strippers”.

“Diversión, mi hermano, que está a punto de casarse.” As the strippers walk in, Ivan claps like a child on christmas, laughing his ass off and nearly falling out of his seat on the couch. “Ladies, ladies, come on in.” Flagging them down, Ivan sits with his legs crossed, leaning back into the cushions. “So, ladies, this is my handsome cousin Isaac, he’s getting married.” All of them squeal, flocking over to Isaac, putting their hands on his shoulders and arms. “Hermano, I covered my tracks. The likelihood of Echo knowing is slim, plus she loves me and trusts me. She knows me joke. Try me.” “What does she look like?” “Do you have pictures?” “She must be beautiful if she’s marrying you!” The girls chime in, making Ivan laugh as he pulls out Isaac’s phone that he stole earlier. “Here’s pictures, ladies.” Ivan leans over to his cousin, giving him a wink. “I thought you could use some gal pals, since you are a cute little gal. They’re not here to strip. But it’s money well spent for that look on your face.”

Ah, right on time.

“Hermano, Siéntate aquí y disfrutar del espectáculo.” ‘Brother, sit back and watch the show.’ Ivan places a firm hand on his cousin’s shoulder blade, sitting him down in the middle of the living room. Several of the guys, well, mostly made of members who worked for the Amatore’s, had gathered in Ivan and Echo’s home for the amazing show Ivan was about to put on for his now engaged cousin. Though Echo and Ivan had already tied the knot, his bachelor party had been a little...well, insane. A night in Vegas led to him ended up in the middle of nowhere in some hotel without pants. Actually, he had no recollection of where his pants were, or his left shoe. But he did have a tequila bottle cradled in his left arm, and that shit fucked him up, badly. Isaac had stood over him and laughed, telling him that no, he could not borrow his pants and that yes, he had to walk back into town like this. Now, this would be payback. And he knew exactly how Isaac felt about strippers. In fact he specifically said no strippers and no bachelor party all together. Well too fucking bad, Isaac. Ivan had a wide smirk on his lips as he opened the door, several women in different costumes walking in.

#convos #convo01:future:isaac #//hehehe i said I wanted to rp it

Why do people even do this?

charlottestrauss

{In search of a cup of hot chocolate, Lottie had ventured into the café. She’d inconspicuously watched the man’s Sudoku game carry on until suddenly he gave up. She frowns, hesitating. After the situation with Theo, she should know better than to try and make friends. But it’s just habit.} It was a two. {She pipes up, nodding to the man.} The box you were stuck on. It was a two. The one you’d put the two in, that was a six. Or maybe a seven. {Amalia had taught her to play Sudoku when they were children. She’d never had patience for it, but her sister had excelled. Maybe Lottie had learned from watching.}

Huh? [Ivan takes the hand off the top of his head to look back at the blonde, raising an eyebrow at her] Two? Huh...two. Wow. [Chuckling lightly to himself, Ivan sighs, taking a moment before he gets up to get the paper back. Unraveling it, Ivan looks from the girl to the paper, taking his pen out from behind his ear before he sits down next to her] Alright, what's the next line then?

#convos #convo01: lottie

Why do people even do this?

[Ivan looks down at the stupid fucking newspaper he'd picked up from the stand, frowning at it for a minute before crumpling it up and tossing it away from him. Someone made a face when it hit their back, and he just shrugs] sudoku man, it'll getcha. [Waving the guy off who rolled his eyes and went back on talking to his ugly girlfriend, Ivan sits back in his seat, drinking his coffee. Why the hell was he even drinking coffee and sitting at a breakfast place? He had nothing better to do, that's why]

#continuum:starter

Uhh...

hudson-faye

I’ll let you believe that, Altair. wouldn’t want to deflate that ego. (She smirks at him, folding her arms.) So you know about the place, huh? Echo? That’s a cool name, I like it. Should probably find her to give her some sort of medal - for putting up with you so long, that is. (She jokes with a playful wink, laughing to herself.) But, the place is crazy. I got put into a real life Hunger Games. It was pretty… awful. (Her smile falters for only a moment, but it’s soon back in place again. She quickly grins as he reminds her, nodding happily.) Oh yes. Can’t blame him, can you? Should have known sooner or later he’d upgrade to better partner material. Aka me. (She shakes her head stubbornly as he groans, stil trying to reach him.) Nope, no. I can dot his. I am tall enoug- hey, where you going?! (She admits defeat and walks over to meet him at the end of the aisle, shopping basket swinging on her arm.) Good to see you’ve kept up your usual line of work, then. Aw, you should dress up in a skirt and blazer, suit the part. (She chuckles.) But, really, this is kind of adorable. My poor heart can’t take it. I’m glad you’re happy, Ivan. Y’know, if you want me to pass a letter or something onto her, I’d be more than happy to.

#convos #convo01: faye #brotp: be my valentine

Ah, you're boosting it just by saying that Faye. [He makes a heart beat motion with his hand, and does the noise to go along with it] Wow, I mean wow you're so sassy today or maybe that was always but either way, I know I'm the lucky one in this situation. She's the catch and I'm just this asshole who somehow reeled her in. [He makes a face] I heard about that. Mi hermano's girlfriend was in that too. Ingrid. You two probably saw each other there, no? [Waving her off, Ivan rolls his eyes and folds his arms across his chest] Psh, you're like half the size of a human being, I'm obviously owning you. And not just by partnership. [Stopping in front of her as they meet at the end, he chuckles and shakes his head] Tall enough to be Hermes but no thanks, Faye. She comes to visit now and then, letters are a bit cheesy. I'll stick with our secret and or surprise meet ups. How are you holding up though?

Uhh...

(When Ivan flips him off, Isaac kindly returns the gesture. He also smirks a little, but turns a bit more serious when his cousin speaks of Ingrid without being teasing about it) It’s alright. I guess I deserve it, I didn’t go easy on you when Echo made you her bitch (he smiles at Ivan. Despite the mocking remark by the end, his smile wasn’t a smirk but an actual smile. He was happy, and it was kind of nice to know his cousin was glad to see him this way. He supposed Ivan was feeling something similar to what he did when he realized Echo was the real deal for his cousin, and that at last had come someone that really brought some light into the life of a hitman). Fuck off (he laughs a bit as his cousin ruffles his hair). She’s good at what she does, hermano. And I bed anything that it was easier to sneak into that formal party with her as my date than it would’ve been with you. (His curiosity spiked as Ivan spoke and he looks at him with a serious expression. What the hell was this moron doing now?) Secure her safety? How exactly are you doing that? (He rolls his eyes at his cousin’s mocking words and once again flips him off). I don’t care, get a pet if you want. (he says with a shrug, because he honestly was impartial about it. Though Ivan was right, Ingrid would probably like it).

Ah, you didn't, not at all! A direct quote from you, 'She's taken your huevos and tied them to a string to wear around her neck. She owns you.' Or wait...maybe that was my buddy Salomon down at the bar...yo no sé I was drunk. [He was truly happy to shit his shithead of a cousin happy again, because he knew what it meant to give up a life with Carla and his kid way back when he did. With Ingrid now, perhaps he could have that second chance. Ivan sure as hell was willing to take one with Echo] You fuck off, we would have made the whole sexy duo waiters thing work. Whatever, Hudson's amateur hour at best. [He shakes his head, moving the cart forward] No el tiempo o el lugar, hermano. ["Not the time or the place, brother." Sighing lightly, Ivan smirks and turns around to give his cousin a rather sinister look] Ah, a pet it is. I'll call Ingrid and tell her the good news. She said you'd cave hermano.

#convos #convo04: isaac

Uhh...

You do suck at this, it’s almost painful to watch to see you struggle to pick toilet paper. How do you fail on such a basic human level? (he asks with a completely serious tone even though he was clearly mocking his cousin). I already warned her it’s not wise to share shit with you because clearly you’re a nosy bastard, but I guess she’s just that nice and talks to you out of pity (he gives Ivan the ‘fuck you’ smile, before he goes on putting some more stuff in the car. Basic stuff: toothpaste, a bottle of shampoo, stuff his cousin obviously couldn’t handle on his own because it was too complicated to choose from one bran or another). Vale, me encargo de mis propios asuntos. Pero luego no llores si termino trabajando con Faye otra vez. Te conozco, me estás dejando fuera de esto por eso que pasó hace unos meses, ¿verdad? (“Alright, I mind my own business. But then don’t cry if I end up working again with Faye. I know you, you’re leaving me out of the loop because of what happened a couple of months ago, right?”. He was sure that was the case, but he wasn’t going to complain about it and go on about feeling betrayed or some shit like that like Ivan had. Honestly, one less job meant more time to maybe see Ingrid). Fuck you, why would I be? It might be your case now that Echo’s left your little friend out of work, but it’s not like I forget how to have sex. You just don’t forget the things you learn well.

Fuck off. [Ivan flips his cousin off, sneering a bit though he can't help but smirk before he turns away from him. He knew it was sort of pathetic he couldn't shop on his own, but he never really had to. Wow what the hell kind of man was he really?] She's a nice girl hermano. All jokes aside, I know I'm a shithead eh, I like to mess with you. This girl, she's good for you. You're all smiley and fucking dumb in the head when you're with her and while I get a kick outta that it is good to see you like that again. [He jokingly ruffles Isaac's hair and chuckles lightly as he moves away so he doesn't get punched. Grabbing a box of his favorite fruit rollups- he had no idea why he was addicted to those- Ivan turns to his cousin and rolls his eyes] Please like Faye can do as good a job as me. We get shit done faster when we work together and the job I'm doing, it's to ensure Echo's safety, if you must know. [Ivan nearly chokes as Isaac's next comment] 'You don't forget the things you learn well? ¡Oh, dios mío, pobre alma, su pequeño hombre ha estado fuera de servicio durante más tiempo que el mío, hermano. ["oh my god you poor soul, your little man has been out of service longer than mine, brother." Shaking his head, he waves Isaac off and looks at cat toys] Hey you ever think we should get a pet? I bet Ingrid would back me up on that.

#convos #convo04: isaac

Uhh...

I still get the groceries, asshole. Where do you think the food or you fucking toilet paper comes from? (he replies with annoyance. He wasn’t actually annoyed, but it was the default tone in which he spoke to Ivan 99% of the time) Shut up, I’m not fooling around. (Isaac raises an eyebrow when his cousin starts speaking in Italian. He knew what that meant, that his cousin was in the ‘speak Italian’ mode could only mean one thing) So you spoke to Signore Alessandro, huh? And yeah, maybe you used to cook before you got into your depressed-locked-in-my-room state you’ve been in lately. I thought that was about Echo, but you’ve been working on something for the Amatores, havent’ you bastard? (He punches the side of Ivan’s arm) I’m not ‘banging’ Ingrid. Do people still even say banging? And just because your sex life is non-existent at the moment doesn’t mean you get to pry into mine.

#convos #convo04: isaac #//ignore gif text

Well jeez, I assumed we'd stocked up or Echo had before she left because she knows I suck at this! You know I can get food groceries myself but this kind of shit, I don't get. [He snorts, pushing the cart and looking down at the list] You wanna bet mister, 'I'm gonna go to the park and swing with my cute little girlfriend?' Yeah, Ingrid mentioned it. You should reaaaally have a talk with her about things she shouldn't tell me. Just for your own sanity. [He smiles devilishly at his cousin before stoping in front of the soaps] Si, and it's nothing you need to know about hermano. Fatti gli affari tuoi, eh? ["Mind your own business." It was a personal issue he brought up with Alessandro, and it was something neither Isaac nor Echo had to know about] Sta 'zitto, I cook...sometimes. ["Shut up." He hadn't been cooking as much, and it wasn't because he was moping around...he was busy] Please what a joke. You nervous? Has it really been that long? Need some pointers, Isaac?

Uhh...

Seriously, Ivan? You’re not even capable of buying toilet paper now that Echo’s gone? (he asks in a mocking tone as he drops some boxes of frozen microwave food into the cart. His idiotic cousin had the patience to cook, he didn’t… so yeah, frozen food).

What the fuck, I'm trying to get us some damn groceries- hermano, I haven't actually done this in a while eh? I was the guy who called and paid bills, you got the fucking groceries then Echo took over and you started fooling around with Ingrid. [His eyes land on the box of frozen food Isaac puts in the cart and looks back up at his cousin ]¿Che diavolo è questo? Cucino. ["What the hell is that? I cook." Before going grocery shopping, Ivan had gotten off the phone with Alessandro and that always had him mixing both Italian and Spanish into his speech. Muttering to himself in both languages, Ivan rolls his eyes and pushes the cart into the next aisle] Ah, more importantly, how much have you banged Ingrid eh, hermano? You two were getting pretty close, te gusta.

#convos #convo04: isaac

Uhh...

hudson-faye

Always so smug, aren’t we? Well perhaps you shouldn’t be, it seems you missed a shower this morning. Either that or your aftershave is eau de le pong. (She jokes with a smirk, which soon melts away into her usual grin. Gasping dramatically when he bops her on the head, she reaches forward to try and do the same to him but frowns at her lack of height. Admitting defeat with a sigh, she soon smiles at him again, shrugging her shoulders.) Oh, you know. I’ve been getting myself educated. Taking a class in badassery. Not that I really needed to be taught that, but… (She trails off with a grin.) Wait, replaced you? (She raises her eyebrows at him, before she too folds her arms on the toilet rolls.) What about you? Up to mischief, I suspect, Although, I did hear you managed to settle down.

#convos #convo01: faye #brotp: be my valentine

Of course it's the Ivan way. Excuse me? Uh, what aisle are you in? Could be that aisle. I smell lovely. Or maybe it's you... [He raises an accusatory eyebrow, wiggling it a bit and chuckling] Educated in badassery? Oh please tell me that god awful school didn't get you too...jesus, Echo's there too. You should say hi for me, I miss that woman far too much. [He nods] Mhm, remember that little excursion you and Isaac went on? Meant for me and Isaac but he replaced me with you. Sad face. [Groaning lightly, he motions for her to meet him in the next aisle, which had milk] I am up to mischief and doing a great job at being up to it. Yes, Echo is my girlfriend, I'm obsessed. I feel like a school girl dammit, it's stupid.

Uhh...

hudson-faye

It’s a very hard decision. (Faye comments sarcastically from the other side of the aisle, leaning up on her tip toes to spot him over the piles of toilet rolls. She grins, before rolling her eyes dramatically.) I mean, forest pine would make your butt smell great, but is it worth the extra cash to maintain butt scent? (She smirks, then beams at him.) Long time no see, Altair.

#convos #convo01: faye #brotp: be my valentine

Huh? [Ivan merely lifts his head to see the girl standing on the other side of the aisle, it sort of amused him she was on her tippy toes. Chuckling lightly when he realizes it's Faye Hudson, escape artist, art thief extraordinaire Ivan lets his arms rest on the toilet rolls] Hm, but every other part of me smells so devine, and plus showers sort of take care of the butt scent. [Smirking back at her in an extremely Ivan fashion, he leans over and bops her head] Very long time, Hudson. You replaced me for a while there too. Where yah been?

Uhh...

Since when is there this many types of mother fucking toilet paper? Oh dios mio... [He rubs a hand over his face, squinting at the brands before picking one up named 'Quilted Northern'] Who knits toilet paper...goddammit this is exactly why Echo used to do the shopping. [Pushing it back into the rack, he picks up a generic brand and puts it into the cart before moving on]

#continuum:starter

Ivan?

(She rolls her lips for a moment, looking at him without a word. She had to choose what to do. Hopefully Jon and Quinn could help her sneak back into the asylum in the morning, because she definitely didn’t want to just stay here with Ivan for just a few hours. She smiles at him, having made her decision) I won’t be leaving, then. (Even something as simple as having him brush her hair away the way he just did was enough to give her that fluttery sensation in her chest. She missed his touch, and it had been so long since he’d last done that. It was a lovely sensation, to have his fingers brush against her cheek in the process). I’m sorry, Ivan. You shouldn’t have to wait and see when I’ll be able to show up… (she says in a low tone, because she felt somewhat guilty of having put him in this situation. It was almost as if she’d asked him to put their relationship on hold and expect him to be okay with it) I wish I could give you more time than just one night (she tells him as she reaches for his hand, moving to stand close to him again. When he kisses her again, she wraps her arms around his neck to return the kiss, not letting him move away too much once their lips part). I saw them at the wedding, but I didn’t know things were that uh- serious between them. Ingrid is such a nice girl, Isaac picked a good one. Wait, does she… does she know what you two do for a living? (she asks with a mildly worried expression. She remembered how it had been like when she found out that Ivan was a hitman. That night was still burnt in her memory as a pretty traumatic evening for so many reasons… Eventually things between them turned out okay, anyway. Way better than just okay). You always say it’s nothing too dangerous (she replies with a teasing tone, tilting her head a bit to the side. In her opinion, everything the Altair cousins did was dangerous).

#covnos #convo07: echo #endair #otp: i'm not leaving you #//holy shit that is a big difference!#I never thought of that either oh my gosh XD

Good. [He smiles back at her, quite pleased with her decision. Surprised by his girlfriend and now she was staying the night. It was actually a pretty damn good day now that he'd actually have some company in his bed tonight; or rather their bed] Hey, hey, hey, shhh. No hay nada que lo siento por. I love you, which means I've signed up for your crazy antics as much as you have mine. I understand why you're doing this so don't feel sorry, darling. [There truly wasn't a single thing Echo should be sorry for. Ivan knew exactly what he was getting into just as she did with him. Echo was an S Gene and this school, while dangerous and corrupt, was not only training her ability but letting her help her friends as well] No dear, it's alright. But you are missing out on my runs. I come back all sweaty, completely high on energy and I've really got nothing to put it towards so you're clearly missing out. [Ivan jokes lightly, putting his hand around her waist as he kissed her. His hand moves up and down her back while the other rests on the counter top beside them. He shrugs lightly, shaking his head as he even chuckles a bit] Isaac hasn't gotten the balls to tell her yet, or so I haven't heard if he has, but that girl definitely has fallen for my asshole of a cousin. She's a great girl, good for him I'd even say. Did you know she actually makes him smile? Isaac, smiling, fucking ridiculous but it's true. And he hasn't been with someone since Carla. [He nods] Hm, she knows. She's a mind reader remember? Ingrid always knows, just doesn't say anything sometimes to be kind. Actually, she took it rather well. But...she was there during that incident I called about the one week...with Monica and the cartel. [He turns to give her his signature smirk as he gets out a cutting board and knife, taking some of the vegetables from the bag and begins to chop them up] What can I say, I'm good at what I do. It's no longer as dangerous as it seems.

Ivan?

Is that a not so subtle way to hint we should move this surprise to the bedroom? (she asks with a playful smile before she leans close to kiss him again. Damn, she’d missed this man a lot. Seeing him at the wedding had been great, but it wasn’t the same as being alone with him and being back at the apartment she’d learned to call home before she moved out. She chuckles when he continues to place various kisses on her skin). I can only stay for a while, Ivan (she says with a small smile, still holding his face in her hands) I might be able to stay for the night, but I have to go back before classes start tomorrow. (She holds him close as well, giving him a quick kiss before they let go of each other). Actually, I am. And I’ve missed your cooking (she says with a bright smile, because the food at St. Mary’s didn’t compare to the things that Ivan knew how to cook). So what have I missed from the outside world lately? Anything interesting you’ve been up to? (she asks with a soft chuckle as she helps him put the the groceries away).