[shifting his weight and recognizing he was being observed, he kept himself still, an ominous silhouette for elijah to mull over for a moment or two.]
[he was used to being reviewed so critically, to be honest. his appearance, short and lithe, was not one someone would expect from a coldblooded killer, endless in his malice and murderous ability. a capable assassin wouldn’t be hiding within a five foot six moth who looks like hes going through an emo phase, right?]
[don’t judge a book by its cover, he supposed.]
[but still. at home, he had a reputation amongst the crowd he tended to attract. so much so that he’s become a favorite of certain clients. so much so, in fact, that he’s been given gifts along with his payment in the past, an odd surprise that left him with more options for dispatch. cheshire back home, doused in blood and teeth… his valuable prize. but he supposed, something like this would reset his visibility within the community. it only makes sense, really.]
with a new client pool comes a new reputation, i see.
thought you could see the murder behind my eyes.
do i need to prove myself?
“Of course I can see it in your eyes,” though firmly stated, the words wouldn’t do to be mistaken as angry ones. “But,” he flicks ash off the tip of his cigarette, “you can’t expect me to hire just anyone with that look. Any ordinary killer can possess that darkness and I’m not looking for anyone ordinary. No, I’m not looking for some brute to bash skulls in broad daylight or a novice with a gun.” while the strong, ruthless type proved useful as security, the jobs he anticipated in the future needed someone with finesse. an assassin, skilled and discreet.
Elijah’s thoughts found their way back home, where he’d had time to study the differences between criminals and those who honed their craft. a criminal would rob a store or shoot a man in the afternoon and hope for the best before eventually being taken in by the police. someone trained wouldn’t make the same mistakes. talented individuals were the ones he read about in the papers; rather, he read about their victims, the poor saps done in by an anonymous.
criminals were the ones who beat him up on the street for looking different.
professionals were the ones he hired to get rid of scum like them.
“I have no doubt you’re able to kill.”
“But, hiring you without knowing your skill level would be foolish, wouldn’t it? It’s just good business to want to know what you’re capable of.”
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