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Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by Northcity Rose on Mon Jan 05, 2009 4:12 am
"Messiah. That's all anyone knows about her. There's a lot of speculation about whether or not that's her real name. Most people think it's an alias, as it ties in too cleverly with the gang she's affiliated with, and more indirectly with the city itself. One thing, though, is certain: get on the wrong side of her, and you can kiss your life goodbye. Know what the most frightening part of that is? She's only a kid."
Messiah stepped into the shadows of the alleyway, slipping a hand into the pocket of her coat as she did so. She was tall for her sixteen years, and had an enviable figure, but she almost always covered it up with one of her signature floor-sweeping black coats. Her eyes were an odd shade of green, somewhere between murky green-brown and a piercing emerald. Her hair, dark brown and almost always messy, hung loose down her back and around her face. She had pale skin: it looked like she spent all her time cooped up indoors, but really she spent as much time as possible roaming the streets of the city, Angel it was called, though Devil would have been a far more accurate name. The city was a hell-hole, dominated by gang activity, and Messiah was a member of one of the most notorious gangs to walk Angel's streets. Everyone knew Godproject; almost everyone feared them.
As Messiah walked down the alleyway, she drew a switchblade from her coat pocket and held it in her hand. She was obsessive about her knives, having a large range of them for all different occasions. This occasion was not gang-related. She loved the city, loved walking aimlessly through it, though she was never unprepared for the worst. A fleeting smile crossed her face as she fingered her switch.
It disappeared, however, as she heard a soft footfall behind her. She spun around, a gust of wind ruffling her hair as she did so, ready to face whoever was in the shadows.
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Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by Saint Lucifer on Tue Jan 06, 2009 6:58 pm
Just to confirm, to anyone who may be snooping this roleplay, I'm not some random who doesn't know the meaning of the word "Private". This is Rose -- I got a new account.
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Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by St.Jimmy on Sun Jan 11, 2009 9:28 am
"He stands in the shadows, like always. He's not the kind of person you mess with: not if you want to keep your face intact. That's his speciality, see. The Chelsea Smile. He heard about it a couple years ago, so they say, and he's made it his signature move. They call him 'Chelsea' behind his back, but never to his face: it's a girl's name, and they know he'd never hold with that. No one wants to become his next victim. They say you never want to smile again after he's finished with you, but you can't help it.
No one can."
Jacob held his breath. The girl was holding a switchblade ready, and if she was fast, he wouldn't reach his own in time. He wasn't prepared to take that risk. She was a girl, sure, but he had learned a long time ago not to underestimate the female gender. He used to. When you had a chauvinistic father and a mother who believed she was worth crap, that way of thinking kind of got ingrained into you. But he never talked about his family; not if he could help it.
The girl was still glaring into the shadows, completely guarded. He didn't recognize her; he wondered if he should. A brief scan through his memory banks did not bring up any name to match to her face, and for him that settled it. If she was anyone important, he wouldn't have forgotten, because Jacob always remembered.
He wasn't fool enough to take chances, though: not with someone who had whipped round so quickly at the sound of the lightest footfall. Therefore, he moved out of the sanctuary of the shadows slowly and carefully, with his hands in clear view. That shouldn't give her motive to stab him, but he knew that if it had been the other way round, he would have attacked without thinking about it. Of course he would. It was the way he worked. But Jacob didn't ever run from anything, least of all a possible confrontation. His pride was impossible sometimes, but that was just the way things were.
"Are you going to stab me?" he asked, his quiet voice mocking. He was bigger than her, even though she seemed to be tall for a girl. In his experience, height helped. It made you more intimidating. He was over 6'0", maybe around 6'3" or 6'4", and his messy black hair somehow gave him a more dangerous look. It grew wild from his head; outwards and downwards at the same time, and it was too long. At the moment, it came halfway down his neck at the back, brushing against his skin, which was a curious, red-brown shade. His dark eyes surveyed her mockingly as he leaned against the wall of the alley mouth, waiting for a reaction of some sort from this unknown girl.
No one can."
Jacob held his breath. The girl was holding a switchblade ready, and if she was fast, he wouldn't reach his own in time. He wasn't prepared to take that risk. She was a girl, sure, but he had learned a long time ago not to underestimate the female gender. He used to. When you had a chauvinistic father and a mother who believed she was worth crap, that way of thinking kind of got ingrained into you. But he never talked about his family; not if he could help it.
The girl was still glaring into the shadows, completely guarded. He didn't recognize her; he wondered if he should. A brief scan through his memory banks did not bring up any name to match to her face, and for him that settled it. If she was anyone important, he wouldn't have forgotten, because Jacob always remembered.
He wasn't fool enough to take chances, though: not with someone who had whipped round so quickly at the sound of the lightest footfall. Therefore, he moved out of the sanctuary of the shadows slowly and carefully, with his hands in clear view. That shouldn't give her motive to stab him, but he knew that if it had been the other way round, he would have attacked without thinking about it. Of course he would. It was the way he worked. But Jacob didn't ever run from anything, least of all a possible confrontation. His pride was impossible sometimes, but that was just the way things were.
"Are you going to stab me?" he asked, his quiet voice mocking. He was bigger than her, even though she seemed to be tall for a girl. In his experience, height helped. It made you more intimidating. He was over 6'0", maybe around 6'3" or 6'4", and his messy black hair somehow gave him a more dangerous look. It grew wild from his head; outwards and downwards at the same time, and it was too long. At the moment, it came halfway down his neck at the back, brushing against his skin, which was a curious, red-brown shade. His dark eyes surveyed her mockingly as he leaned against the wall of the alley mouth, waiting for a reaction of some sort from this unknown girl.
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Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by Saint Lucifer on Sun Jan 11, 2009 3:31 pm
Messiah's green eyes followed the boy as he moved from out of the shadows and she got her first clear view of him. He was taller than her, and probably physically stronger as well, but Messiah had taught herself not to be intimidated by height or size. She didn't recognise his face, and she knew most faces from any and every gang that posed threat to Godproject. Maybe this guy doesn't belong to a gang, Messiah thought idly.
"Are you going to stab me?" he said, and she smiled. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she remembered the reckless kid she had once been. She used to be the kind to attack without warning, and when asked a question like Are you going to stab me?, she would have replied by doing just that.
Nowadays, she was different. If it was a stranger, she wouldn't attack without provocation -- at first. She had learnt that, in the long run, this made you even more frightening, because they just didn't know when you might turn on them.
"Probably not." Messiah replied, after a stretch of silence between them. She spoke with a heavy American accent, though she was in fact not from America. It was something she had adopted because she liked it, and it helped to hide where she was really from. However, she didn't put her switchblade away.
"Are you going to stab me?" he said, and she smiled. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she remembered the reckless kid she had once been. She used to be the kind to attack without warning, and when asked a question like Are you going to stab me?, she would have replied by doing just that.
Nowadays, she was different. If it was a stranger, she wouldn't attack without provocation -- at first. She had learnt that, in the long run, this made you even more frightening, because they just didn't know when you might turn on them.
"Probably not." Messiah replied, after a stretch of silence between them. She spoke with a heavy American accent, though she was in fact not from America. It was something she had adopted because she liked it, and it helped to hide where she was really from. However, she didn't put her switchblade away.
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Saint Lucifer - Member for 3 years
Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by St.Jimmy on Sun Jan 11, 2009 3:50 pm
Jacob smiled slightly, managing to make it look mocking without actually smirking or sneering. He heard her accent and processed it automatically. It sounded genuine, but there was always the chance that she might just be very good at faking. His own voice was low and husky and practically accentless; if someone listened hard, they might think it carried a vague hint of someone from northern England, because that was where he was from. Other than that, he sounded like he could have been from anywhere at all.
"'Probably not' still leaves room for 'maybe', doesn't it?" he said conversationally. "In that case, you won't mind if I get this out, will you?" In a movement that was clearly well-practiced, thus almost too hard to follow, he flicked his own knife from his inside pocket to his hand. "Just in case." To all appearances, he was holding it idly, but it was in face perfectly poised to strike. If she stabbed him, he'd make sure she had something to remember him by. A permanent smile across her pretty face. It wouldn't be too hard: two quick slashes to the corners of her lips and when she screamed ... well. There it would be. The Chelsea Smile. The thing he was infamous for.
Again, his eyes surveyed her. Did he know her? He really didn't think so, but then, there were a lot of gangs in this city. She could belong to any one of them. Or maybe to none of them. That seemed more likely. She looked like a loner. He himself belonged to the EBPM - no one remembered what the initials stood for anymore, but they were infamous. Every member had the letters tattooed on his or her arm, and they were enough to inspire fear into people's hearts. Of course, Jacob wasn't the leader of the gang: nowhere close. He didn't want to be. Having so much responsibility was not an aspiration of his. He much preferred to stay in the shadows and inflict pain to whoever he wanted to.
Still holding his knife carefully, he surveyed her for another moment before speaking again. "What's your name?" he asked, not really expecting an answer.
"'Probably not' still leaves room for 'maybe', doesn't it?" he said conversationally. "In that case, you won't mind if I get this out, will you?" In a movement that was clearly well-practiced, thus almost too hard to follow, he flicked his own knife from his inside pocket to his hand. "Just in case." To all appearances, he was holding it idly, but it was in face perfectly poised to strike. If she stabbed him, he'd make sure she had something to remember him by. A permanent smile across her pretty face. It wouldn't be too hard: two quick slashes to the corners of her lips and when she screamed ... well. There it would be. The Chelsea Smile. The thing he was infamous for.
Again, his eyes surveyed her. Did he know her? He really didn't think so, but then, there were a lot of gangs in this city. She could belong to any one of them. Or maybe to none of them. That seemed more likely. She looked like a loner. He himself belonged to the EBPM - no one remembered what the initials stood for anymore, but they were infamous. Every member had the letters tattooed on his or her arm, and they were enough to inspire fear into people's hearts. Of course, Jacob wasn't the leader of the gang: nowhere close. He didn't want to be. Having so much responsibility was not an aspiration of his. He much preferred to stay in the shadows and inflict pain to whoever he wanted to.
Still holding his knife carefully, he surveyed her for another moment before speaking again. "What's your name?" he asked, not really expecting an answer.
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Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by Saint Lucifer on Sun Jan 11, 2009 4:23 pm
"Of course not." she said, in a mock-polite tone, knowing he would get it out whether she responded or not. Messiah's eyes flicked, just briefly, to the knife now in his hand. The moment was enough time to figure out that the way he was holding his knife was designed to look idle, when in fact it was positioned perfectly. This made her a lot more likely to strike, but still she held back.
His accent was hard to place. It was almost as if he had no accent, but there was a faint trace of something Messiah didn't quite recognise. She wondered where he was from.
"What's your name?" He asked, seemingly at random. Messiah wondered if he was joking -- he didn't seem the type to ask names -- she would have placed him more as the type to attack without warning, which was why she was holding herself the way she was. Her pose was relaxed, yet she was ready to defend or attack at a moment's notice.
"Messiah," she answered, after considering whether or not it would be wise to give her name. She wondered if he would recognise it -- most people had heard of the wanderer who was linked to Godproject, though it was rumoured she worked largely on her own. "And yours?"
His accent was hard to place. It was almost as if he had no accent, but there was a faint trace of something Messiah didn't quite recognise. She wondered where he was from.
"What's your name?" He asked, seemingly at random. Messiah wondered if he was joking -- he didn't seem the type to ask names -- she would have placed him more as the type to attack without warning, which was why she was holding herself the way she was. Her pose was relaxed, yet she was ready to defend or attack at a moment's notice.
"Messiah," she answered, after considering whether or not it would be wise to give her name. She wondered if he would recognise it -- most people had heard of the wanderer who was linked to Godproject, though it was rumoured she worked largely on her own. "And yours?"
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Saint Lucifer - Member for 3 years
Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by St.Jimmy on Mon Jan 12, 2009 1:26 pm
Jacob's eyes narrowed. Messiah. Now, that certainly rang a bell. Wasn't Messiah linked to Godproject? Everyone had heard of her. Unless this wanderer just liked adopting names that were bigger than her to make people back off. Yes, that seemed more likely.
"My name's Jacob," he said, after a moment of deliberation. There wasn't much she could deduce from 'Jacob'. They thought he didn't know, but he was fully aware that the name which went along with his infamy was 'Chelsea'. That was who everyone knew. 'Jacob' was a nobody: just the way he wanted. He liked to operate from the shadows, and in this life, it was unwise to spread your name and appearance together. It made the likelihood of getting hit a little higher on the scale than someone who was smart, like him.
"So, what're you doing out here on your own?" he asked her, again not expecting an answer - not an honest one, anyway. He moved his arm slightly to hide the 'EBPM' tattoo.
"My name's Jacob," he said, after a moment of deliberation. There wasn't much she could deduce from 'Jacob'. They thought he didn't know, but he was fully aware that the name which went along with his infamy was 'Chelsea'. That was who everyone knew. 'Jacob' was a nobody: just the way he wanted. He liked to operate from the shadows, and in this life, it was unwise to spread your name and appearance together. It made the likelihood of getting hit a little higher on the scale than someone who was smart, like him.
"So, what're you doing out here on your own?" he asked her, again not expecting an answer - not an honest one, anyway. He moved his arm slightly to hide the 'EBPM' tattoo.
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St.Jimmy - Member for 4 years
Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by Saint Lucifer on Mon Jan 12, 2009 1:48 pm
Messiah noticed his eyes narrow as she told him her name. It wasn't exactly the reaction she was hoping for, but it was a reaction all the same. She fought back a grin, wondering if he had made the connection between her and Godproject.
Then he told her his name: Jacob. It wasn't exactly the kind of name she would have expected from him, but Messiah had learnt to "expect nothing and everything", as an associate of hers once put it. She was the slightest bit disappointed that she didn't recognise the name.
"So, what're you doing out here on your own?" Jacob asked. Again, Messiah had to stifle a grin.
"Could ask you the same question," she said. "I'm not here for any particular reason. This is just where I ended up." It was only half-true. "What about you?"
Then he told her his name: Jacob. It wasn't exactly the kind of name she would have expected from him, but Messiah had learnt to "expect nothing and everything", as an associate of hers once put it. She was the slightest bit disappointed that she didn't recognise the name.
"So, what're you doing out here on your own?" Jacob asked. Again, Messiah had to stifle a grin.
"Could ask you the same question," she said. "I'm not here for any particular reason. This is just where I ended up." It was only half-true. "What about you?"
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Saint Lucifer - Member for 3 years
Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by St.Jimmy on Mon Jan 12, 2009 2:40 pm
Jacob raised his eyebrows. She was smarter than he'd thought; he'd give her that. Her answers were deliberately vague and difficult to follow. She was side-stepping him.
"Maybe I'm doing the same thing," he said guardedly, but with a hint of humour. "Maybe I was just wandering, and ended up here as well." He leaned against the wall again, watching for her reaction. Was she easily irritated? He was still waiting for her to lash out with that knife. He didn't trust her one bit, but that was okay, because he didn't trust anyone besides himself. Still holding the knife carefully in position, he waited for her to do something.
"Maybe I'm doing the same thing," he said guardedly, but with a hint of humour. "Maybe I was just wandering, and ended up here as well." He leaned against the wall again, watching for her reaction. Was she easily irritated? He was still waiting for her to lash out with that knife. He didn't trust her one bit, but that was okay, because he didn't trust anyone besides himself. Still holding the knife carefully in position, he waited for her to do something.
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St.Jimmy - Member for 4 years
Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by Saint Lucifer on Mon Jan 12, 2009 3:11 pm
Messiah grinned widely. "Ah, but you're forgetting. 'Maybe' still leaves room for 'probably not', doesn't it?"
She, too, was wondering if he was easily irritated. She wondered how far she could go before he lashed out at her. She tossed her open switch into the air with a flick of her wrist and caught it by the handle in a practised way. Then, she turned and strode down the alley a little way, her coat brushing fondly around her ankles, before turning back to him.
"Maybe," she said slowly, one eyebrow raised, "the whole fucking world will oneday be enveloped in peace and love and there will be no need for these." She tossed and caught her switch again. "How disgusting."
She, too, was wondering if he was easily irritated. She wondered how far she could go before he lashed out at her. She tossed her open switch into the air with a flick of her wrist and caught it by the handle in a practised way. Then, she turned and strode down the alley a little way, her coat brushing fondly around her ankles, before turning back to him.
"Maybe," she said slowly, one eyebrow raised, "the whole fucking world will oneday be enveloped in peace and love and there will be no need for these." She tossed and caught her switch again. "How disgusting."
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Saint Lucifer - Member for 3 years
Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by St.Jimmy on Mon Jan 12, 2009 3:30 pm
Jacob smirked. His eyes were evaluating the skill with which she handled the knife, but at the same time he was listening carefully to her words and he liked her attitude, even if she was using somebody else's name to try and make herself look more impressive.
"That'll never happen while I'm around," he said, with a slight smirk. "There'll always be a need for one of those while I'm here." He smiled again, relishing the feeling of the metal under his hand, and moved forwards slowly, unwilling to let her just get away. He hadn't met anyone so interesting in a while.
"That'll never happen while I'm around," he said, with a slight smirk. "There'll always be a need for one of those while I'm here." He smiled again, relishing the feeling of the metal under his hand, and moved forwards slowly, unwilling to let her just get away. He hadn't met anyone so interesting in a while.
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St.Jimmy - Member for 4 years
Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by Saint Lucifer on Mon Jan 12, 2009 3:45 pm
Messiah noticed Jacob moving forward, and wondered what his intentions were. Get closer to her so he'd have a better shot at stabbing her? Five minutes ago, she wouldn't have doubted it. But for some reason, it seemed unlikely to her. Still, she kept an eye on him. Expect nothing and everything.
She had to admit, though, this kid was different from most other people she knew around here. Nearly all of the members in Godproject were completely fixated with fighting and territories, and you couldn't have a conversation with them at all.
"Let's hope so," Messiah said. "Still, even if there's no need for something, doesn't stop people from wanting or having it."
She was angry suddenly, not at him but at the rest of the world, all the stupid people and their hideously twisted sense of right and wrong. "They don't know fuck..." she murmured, hand tightening around her switch.
She had to admit, though, this kid was different from most other people she knew around here. Nearly all of the members in Godproject were completely fixated with fighting and territories, and you couldn't have a conversation with them at all.
"Let's hope so," Messiah said. "Still, even if there's no need for something, doesn't stop people from wanting or having it."
She was angry suddenly, not at him but at the rest of the world, all the stupid people and their hideously twisted sense of right and wrong. "They don't know fuck..." she murmured, hand tightening around her switch.
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Saint Lucifer - Member for 3 years
Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by St.Jimmy on Mon Jan 12, 2009 3:50 pm
Jacob stopped for a moment, perfectly still, as her hand tightened around her blade so that her knucles went white. Was she preparing to strike? After a moment, she made no move to fling it at him and he chanced a couple more steps towards her. The danger was exhilirating to him: it excited him that he might be seconds away from a fight or from danger.
He came to a halt barely five paces from her; a risky closeness. "Do you think we might be able to put these away now?" he asked, intrigued by her and not wanting to leave just yet. "We'd look a bit out of place walking up the street with them," he added pointedly.
He came to a halt barely five paces from her; a risky closeness. "Do you think we might be able to put these away now?" he asked, intrigued by her and not wanting to leave just yet. "We'd look a bit out of place walking up the street with them," he added pointedly.
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St.Jimmy - Member for 4 years
Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by Saint Lucifer on Mon Jan 12, 2009 11:38 pm
Messiah loosened her grip on her knife, forced herself to relax again. Truth was, she often felt she wasn't fighting against rival gangs so much as the rest the whole damn world, and it was a battle she knew she wasn't going to win.
She looked up to see that Jacob had moved closer, that he now stood barely five paces away from her. She noticed for the first time the interesting red-brown tone of his skin.
"Do you think we might be able to put these away now?" he asked. "We'd look a bit out of place walking up the street with them,"
"If you like," Messiah replied, not missing a beat.
She closed her blade and slipped it into the pocket of her coat, though she didn't take her hand out immediately. She was beginning to like this guy, but that didn't mean she was about to let her guard down. For all she knew, his suggestion was no more than a clever trick to get her to put her knife away so he could stab her. "Although, city like this, we may not look so out of place after all." It was then that she registered the latter half of what he had said. "You're intending on walking up the street with me?"
She raised one eyebrow slightly. However, she did want to get to know him better. He was something she had only come across once or twice before -- interesting.
She looked up to see that Jacob had moved closer, that he now stood barely five paces away from her. She noticed for the first time the interesting red-brown tone of his skin.
"Do you think we might be able to put these away now?" he asked. "We'd look a bit out of place walking up the street with them,"
"If you like," Messiah replied, not missing a beat.
She closed her blade and slipped it into the pocket of her coat, though she didn't take her hand out immediately. She was beginning to like this guy, but that didn't mean she was about to let her guard down. For all she knew, his suggestion was no more than a clever trick to get her to put her knife away so he could stab her. "Although, city like this, we may not look so out of place after all." It was then that she registered the latter half of what he had said. "You're intending on walking up the street with me?"
She raised one eyebrow slightly. However, she did want to get to know him better. He was something she had only come across once or twice before -- interesting.
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Saint Lucifer - Member for 3 years
Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by St.Jimmy on Tue Jan 13, 2009 11:37 am
"Yeah; it sounds like it, doesn't it?" Jacob replied easily. He slipped his own blade into his pocket and pulled his hand back out, but kept it in close proximity so that he could easily plunge into his coat and withdraw it. He raised his eyebrows slightly, waiting for any reaction to him disarming himself, but when she did not attack immediately he let his shoulders relax. One hand still stayed close to the pocket where his knife was concealed, but he let his guard lower a fraction.
Deciding to trust her, which was either very stupid or merely very reckless, he stepped past and, with his unprotected back to her, stepped into the street. Leaning against the wall, he waited for her to either join him or walk away.
Deciding to trust her, which was either very stupid or merely very reckless, he stepped past and, with his unprotected back to her, stepped into the street. Leaning against the wall, he waited for her to either join him or walk away.
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St.Jimmy - Member for 4 years
Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by Saint Lucifer on Tue Jan 13, 2009 2:17 pm
Messiah relaxed as he put his knife in his pocket. Right then, she decided she didn't care anymore if he decided to whip the knife back out and stab her with it. She was going to take a chance for once, and if he did turn on her, well then, that was that.
She felt more relaxed as Jacob stepped past her, leaving his back unprotected, and stepped into the street. After a moment's consideration, Messiah followed him.
"So," she said, leaning against the wall with her hands in the pockets of her coat, "where are we headed?"
She felt more relaxed as Jacob stepped past her, leaving his back unprotected, and stepped into the street. After a moment's consideration, Messiah followed him.
"So," she said, leaning against the wall with her hands in the pockets of her coat, "where are we headed?"
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Saint Lucifer - Member for 3 years
Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by St.Jimmy on Tue Jan 13, 2009 2:25 pm
Jacob shrugged. He didn't have any particular place in mind: there was nowhere he was tied down to, except the warehouse where the members of EBPM stayed, and he was hardly going to waltz in there with her. Other than that, he had no areas of especial emotional value to him.
"Wherever," he said nonchalently. "Shall we just walk, and see where we end up?" He smiled slightly: his words recalled the conversation they had had in relation to how they had ended up meeting in the alley in the first place. So saying, he stood straight from the wall and began to lead the way down the brighter and busier street.
"Wherever," he said nonchalently. "Shall we just walk, and see where we end up?" He smiled slightly: his words recalled the conversation they had had in relation to how they had ended up meeting in the alley in the first place. So saying, he stood straight from the wall and began to lead the way down the brighter and busier street.
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St.Jimmy - Member for 4 years
Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by Saint Lucifer on Wed Jan 14, 2009 2:40 pm
Messiah grinned to herself as he said, "Shall we jut walk, and see where we end up?"
"Good plan, that," she replied, not adding that it was how she lived most of her life. She stood up properly and followed after him, quickening her pace a little so she caught up and was walking beside him instead of behind. She had a dislike of following.
"So, you," Messiah said, as they walked. "I feel like I should know you, but your name... I mean, I know a few Jacobs, yeah? You done anything special in the past? Famous for anything? Gangwork or whatever?"
"Good plan, that," she replied, not adding that it was how she lived most of her life. She stood up properly and followed after him, quickening her pace a little so she caught up and was walking beside him instead of behind. She had a dislike of following.
"So, you," Messiah said, as they walked. "I feel like I should know you, but your name... I mean, I know a few Jacobs, yeah? You done anything special in the past? Famous for anything? Gangwork or whatever?"
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Saint Lucifer - Member for 3 years
Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by St.Jimmy on Wed Jan 14, 2009 2:54 pm
Jacob raised his eyebrows. He was hardly going to tell her that he was the famous 'Chelsea', but his greatest failing was his pride and he would hate for her to think he was nobody important.
"You might have done," he said at last, deciding that that was probably a safe answer. "Probably not under my actual name, though." He left it there, which he imagined was enough to create intrigue and perhaps make him seem mildly mysterious and extremely important.
"You might have done," he said at last, deciding that that was probably a safe answer. "Probably not under my actual name, though." He left it there, which he imagined was enough to create intrigue and perhaps make him seem mildly mysterious and extremely important.
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St.Jimmy - Member for 4 years
Re: Private --[Jimmy and Lucifer]-- ( )
by Saint Lucifer on Wed Jan 14, 2009 4:00 pm
It was Messiah's turn to raise her eyebrows. "You use an alias?" It suddenly made more sense that she felt she should recognise him, but his name didn't ring any bells.
Messiah's name was her alias. She might've had another name once, but she had been called Messiah since she was a kid, sarcastically at first.
She wondered what Jacob went by, but didn't ask straight away. She waited, wondering if he would tell her more.
Messiah's name was her alias. She might've had another name once, but she had been called Messiah since she was a kid, sarcastically at first.
She wondered what Jacob went by, but didn't ask straight away. She waited, wondering if he would tell her more.
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Saint Lucifer - Member for 3 years
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